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Work Slut

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Jessica blinked, rocking back on her heels – which was a dangerous move in itself in the shockingly high heeled shoes that had, somehow, miraculously appeared on her feet. They were most certainly not a fashion choice that she would have picked for herself and she made a sound of disgust, saliva sticking awkwardly in the back of her throat, as she ran her hands down her body, fingernails long and pink and the tight mini dress clutching her form barely leaving anything at all to the imagination. Her brown hair had been curled and styled, reeking of hairspray.

She'd been made into a little slutty Barbie doll to fuck...but how? Her heart rate quickened and she tried to close her hand into a fist, although quickly abandoned that idea, trying to ignore the taste of pussy juice (how it lingered for so long she would never know) in the back of her mouth, somehow still poignant even though work and the abuse of her boss had ended hours ago. She knew what had happened and reeled from it, the conscious part of her mind scampering back and refusing to acknowledge it even as a trimmed bush beside the front door, styled and shaped to look like a heart, mocked her with its oddly sleek, defined lines.

Jill... It had to be Jill. It was always going to be Jill. She gulped and half-turned to leave, although she should have known that that would lead her nowhere at all. For all she had to do was blink and there was that accursed front door again, out in the suburbs and as plain as anyone could like, although they would never have realised just what was going on behind it.

Trembling, she heeded the call to open the door, moving woodenly and tottering on the very high heels into a hallway that could have been part of any house, although this, most certainly, was no ordinary home. She gulped and then a spiral on the wall caught her attention, drawing her in and in and in until it swelled and throbbed and pulsed to fill her whole vision, lower jaw slack and eyes unfocused.

Ah, if only she could have not looked, perhaps she may have escaped. But Jill was already far, far, far too far gone to resist the call of one so skilled in the dark art of hypnosis, guiding her feet through a house that she didn't even know or understand the layout of until she found her smirking, grinning boss in the living room, legs crossed in an armchair piled with thick, plush cushions, purely for her own sense of comfort.

Jill sat up as Jessica entered, lips moving without sound, although saying that, no, she wasn't going to do it, not again, definitely not again, wasn't going to change anything about her fate as her pussy seemed to pull her towards the woman who had turned her conflicted life into a living hell. Her mind screamed and beat at the walls of the prison cell it had been forced into while all her pussy yearned for was the touch and caress of a woman who had brought her off into so many delicious orgasms, pleasure unlike anything else sending her body into pulses of ecstasy that simply could not be controlled. The pussy wanted what the pussy wanted, regardless of how deeply the hypnosis was ingrained in her, but little did Jess know just how much of a slut she already was for her sexy boss.

“There you are, Jessica, and I thought you weren't coming!"

Smiling cruelly, Jill spread her legs and pointed between them.

“Get to work, dear."

She wouldn't! In her mind, Jess was pulling back, shaking her head, holding up her hands, bile rising up in the back of her throat – and yet her body was there, her conscious mind not having either any memory or notion of moving to close the distance between them. Neither did she 'wake' through giving her boss her first orgasm of the evening, pussy juice sliding slickly and wetly down her face, pretty lipstick ruined and smudged and her hair clinging damply to the back of her neck with sweat.

“Good girl..."

And then Jessica was licking away again, forced to live through every horrifying moment of eating out her boss, body torn between the craving for pleasure that was not to be hers and the horror of what was now to be the reality of her life. Jill ran her fingers through her long hair, pulling out the carefully styled curls as she giggled, although there was no sense of true, genuine humour or mirth in the sound. No... It was darker and seedier than that, rising up from the pit of her stomach in a way that had the room shifting and wavering around Jess, her reality shuddering with the taste of thick pussy juice on her lips.

“Need something more, slut?"

She could not have said just how it got there but there was suddenly a pen wedged up into her pussy and Jess could not help but try to shove her hips back on it, her pussy craving it even as her mind screamed. It wasn't big enough, not thick enough, and yet it was all the stimulation and sense of being filled that she had as her body was forced to eat out Jill all over again, lips and tongue moving so eagerly that one could have been entirely forgiven for thinking that she was, actually, into what she was doing.

Oh...

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Even her mind twisted, Jess slipping further and further into the realm of depravity, just a little corner of her mind wanting more than she had, broken in the smallest amount possible. If she hadn't seen the spiral, that hypnotising whirl of desire, would she have been able to hold out longer as she moaned into Jill's pussy, humping and grinding on the pen as if it was all she needed in the world, her pussy soaked and dripping, panties wedged to the side by the lid of the accursed pen.

Not enough... Oh, please! The smell of her boss' pussy overwhelmed her, the need rising and rising, the thick and musky scent washing over her. Oh, how she needed it and yet still wanted to be anywhere but there, needing to climax and still needing something else entirely, disgust conflicting with just how her pussy throbbed for the delight of being just where she was.

A beautiful conundrum for those watching her. Just not for Jess. Never for Jess.

Her mind screamed as she cried into her boss' cunt and brought her off to another swift orgasm, one moment seeming to blend into the next without any discerning line between them. There was no distinct separation between her reality and the one that her pussy experienced, for she could not distinguish between them, the driving, pulsating need as, suddenly, the pen was replaced with a cock – but it was too small! One minute she was sitting back on her heels, panting heavily and trying to pull away from Jill's cunny once more and then she was on her back on the rug, Jill squatting over her face to grind her pussy into her mouth and nose, deriving her own pleasure even as her hypnotised slut whimpered.

The cock was still too small, however, a fake shaft that was far, far from those that had ploughed her back at work – no! She squirmed and shook her head, trying not to think of that even as her body seemed to yearn for them, her pussy squeezing down hard as if it was trying to drag that faux shaft up even deeper inside her. Yet she could not come, something about the woman who now held so very much control over her only allowing her body to come to the edge over and over again, sweat beading on her body as she howled for a release that simply did not seem as if it was possibly destined to be hers.

Smirking manically, Jill grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks so that her lips puckered out lewdly, sluttily.

“Now, my dear – time for your close-up!"

Of course, there were no cameras about and that most certainly was not what the giggling and smirking Jill had in mind, shoving Jess callously over. She squealed and flailed but there was no way to catch herself in time, the floor rushing up to meet her, a spiral on the wall opposite her turning and turning and turning and...

...And then she was in the middle of a group of women, all dressed so that their pussies could be easily put on view, although that, by no means, was intended for her pleasure. Her pussy squeezed down on what seemed to be a larger dildo crammed up inside her, the head almost painfully driven up against her cervix. Under any other circumstances, the dildo may have been well enough in danger of falling out of her pussy but she clenched down so hard on it, teetering on the very tantalising precipice of orgasm as her nipples were tweaked for a thrum of exotic pleasure, wanting to climax even as she tried to spit out the thick taste of pussy-juice in her mouth.

But it was not to be as women who were her co-workers and supposed friends from work, the very ones who should have been there to support and save her, turned against her with demonic grins, her dress shoved down beneath her breasts so that they spilt out, bare, into the open air. Someone squeezed her cheeks, forcing her lips to pucker as her mouth was spat into, slick saliva trickling from the corner of her mouth as she was forced to swallow it, flickering in and out of reality as more and more disappeared down her throat.

Horror gripped her but she could not even wrench herself away, nipples perking in betrayal in the cool air of the living room. It was not pain that they brought her breasts, however, as she had her lips locked around Michelle's clit, licking and sucking and whimpering like the slut her pussy really thought she was. No... Every touch on her breasts made her whine and shudder, trying to arch into the touch even as her mind reeled and fought and wailed against the bars of a cage from which there, absolutely, was no such escape to be had.

On show and on display, her dress was suddenly up around her hips without her even knowing how it'd gotten there, her panties removed and dangling from Jill's finger as if she thought, somehow, that she now owned them. Jess shuddered. In a way, she did. For her hypnotised bitch wasn't in any such place or position to even consider taking them back to cover what shreds remained of her dignity and modesty.

“Cute, isn't she?"

Who said that? Oh, it did not matter as she was passed from woman to woman, forced to raise her backside and have all manner of items shoved into her – some that were very much not designed to be inside her! A cucumber, a mascara wand... Oh, they teased her, abusing and using her body for their pleasure as she was forced to pleasure woman after woman. They taunted her, dangling dildos and vibrators, buzzing all the while, before her lips as she cried out for orgasm, slipping further down than ever, her body wanting what it wanted regardless of the sanctity of her waking mind that she so very desperately sought to preserve. Sucking on them, however, didn't bring her needy cunt any sense of relief either, orgasm wantonly kept beyond her reach at all times, her hypnotised, bewitched and beguiled mind simply a toy, like those fake phalluses, to be used in any way that her wicked captor pleased.

Or not. Not pleasing her could be a sense of control and torture too, forcing her to grind her hips back onto nothing, an invisible barrier stopping her from impaling her needy cunt on a particularly large, black dildo as much as she cried and begged for it, lips forming the words to say just what her body so desperately needed. Her mind did not agree but what was the sense in allowing her mind to dominate everything, as it had done for so many years, when her cunt needed so much more?

Her head swam, the room growing blurry with a myriad of spirals, turning and spinning and...

“Do it."

Jill pointed her head towards the pussy of a woman with curly, black hair and cruelly dancing, emerald eyes. She may have been hot or she may have been plain but with a leg hitched up onto the sofa where she sat, all Jess could see was the swollen plumpness of her folds, begging for her attention. Something in her rebelled, maybe one tiny shard of a mind that had never, not once, craved this manner of attention, sucking in a breath and yanking her head away, eyes trying to close against the will of one that she should have known was so much more powerful than her.

“Oh, Jess..."

And then there was a finger in her cunt, pushing up and teasing as she grunted deep in the back of her throat, clenching her jaw even as her co-workers, friends that had once been, pointed and laughed, one even spitting on her pussy and rubbing it in. She couldn't even flinch from the cool feeling of degrading slickness, her body rocking into that particular touch as if it was the best thing she could have ever had for herself, eyes rolling lustfully back up into her skull.

“Don't you want to get off?" Jill breathed, eyes dancing. “Eat her out nicely now and maybe I'll let your pussy have its fun, hm? Doesn't that sound good, Jill?"

And then there was a spiral before her eyes even though she hadn't seen anyone move to place it there, fingers flashing and flickering in a circle that had no end. She swayed, mouth agape, the black and white shifting through every shade of the rainbow, her mouth dipping down and down and down to the crotch of the woman – Cindy! It was Cindy from work! – until her face was buried in her hot snatch, her pussy clenching down on nothing, drooling her own lustful juices out down her slick and wet and shiny inner thighs.

“You bring home the best sluts to fuck, Jill!"

Was she a slut? It seemed like she had to be as Cindy climaxed on her face with a moan that seemed to be solely announced for dramatic effect, gripping Jess' hair and humping up against her with the need of a woman possessed. One moment jumped to another as she could only think of her own climax, begging and blubbering and debasing herself with statements of sordid acts that her soft and warm mind would have surely not have thought of all by itself without the effect and lure of hypnosis, even sitting in the middle of the living room and riding a particularly large dildo with their pussy-juice, all mixed into one vilely delicious cocktail, dripping down her face.

Irene slung a leg over her shoulder as she knelt there, muttering something about needing to pee and the hot stream of urine caught her cheek as just the wrong time, Jess pulling away with her lips, very openly, contorted in disgust.

“Unff..." She had to get the words out, she just had to! “Nn...Nn...No..."

“What was that?"

Shaking her head, Jill wrenched her neck back into place, lips crammed up to a pussy that wasn't there, not right then, to be pleasured, even as Jess' own cunt throbbed for release, driven right up to the very edge of what her body and mind could tolerate. How much further could she possibly go without cracking entirely?

“Drink it, Jess. Maybe I'll let you get off them. You'd like that...wouldn't you, Jess? My Jess."

She could not have said whether or not she would like it – why wasn't the answer to that question clear anymore? – but Jess had to do what she said, shuddering with complete and utter revulsion as the stream of piss flowed between her lips, which moulded automatically and with a horrifying sort of sweetness to her co-worker's pussy to ensure that not a drop went to waste.

“Ah, little Jess... What have you gotten yourself into?"

One scene after the other flashed around her, for she was not watching things happening through a window but experiencing them almost like a passive player, her body a mere tool to be manipulated just as everyone pleased. The taste of urine flooded her mouth as she was passed about, female fluids even forced into her pussy with a lewd, wet sort of squelch, Jess on her back with her shoulders pinned to the floor, legs in the air for their sordid, wicked pleasure. They didn't care that she was wriggling and trying to get away the moment Jill released, deliberately, the slightest grip on her hypnosis, more and more juices forced into her, from fingers and directly from cunts too that were not the one that she needed in order to get off.

Oh... It would only be Jill's that she could climax with, truly. She knew that as much as she loathed it, whimpering as sloppy urine pushed from her pussy as soon as she was filled, her cunt simply unable to hold it along with the slick and wet mess of heady female arousal. A hand slapped and squeezed her cunt, rubbing in spit, her pussy lewdly dripping as if in a male cream-pie from the sheer volume of pussy-juice that she'd had forced into her, a dildo callously used to plough her. Jess groaned, head spinning. As if that, after everything else, would be enough to give her pleasure?

Pleasure, however, wasn't the name of the game but ecstasy itself as her lips were forced up into Jill's cunt once more, arse raised and presented to be toyed with, fingers and toys shoved interchangeably into her cunt. The need to orgasm grew and grew more and more with every passing second, the hot chord of desire within her burning through as if it was going to sear her from the inside out. The lips of another woman – she could not have said who – brushed her clit from beneath her and she moaned into Jill's pussy, whatever willpower she'd been holding onto to fight her hypnosis crumbling into dust as disgusted as she was with the reactions of her body.

She could hold out no longer. Jill forced her back, pressing her pussy up to hers, the taste of it slick and tart on Jess' lips, the feel of two sexes coming together sending Jess' mind spinning in conflicted explosions. Oh! She needed it! And yet... Oh, she couldn't even push her away, humping and grinding up to her boss as Jill smirked manically down at her.

“Come for me, Jess."

And, right on cue, she screamed and twisted in orgasm, writhing on the floor as if she was good for nothing else, her own juices squirting from her cunt as if she could not contain herself. And yet they did not even allow her to enjoy her climax – was she even fighting it anymore? – Jill forcing her to please another woman's cunt as more climax filled her mouth, the thickly tart taste humiliating her more than any silly spiral possibly could have. There was no way to debase her further and yet Jill was going to show her just how low she could go, laughing and mocking her with a pointed finger even as she shuddered and moaned through her own viciously disgusting orgasm.

She hated every second of it. And then she did not. She wanted it all to stop. And then she did not. Body and mind clashed as she spat out what she could from her mouth, although they were all too busy laughing and making plans for her to care for her distaste, horror lowering her gaze to the floor and the many pairs of feet and heels that now commanded and dominated the nightmare her life.

And then another woman grabbed her from behind, hooking fingers into the corner of her mouth to take in a dildo, too large for her to suck comfortably and yet another symbol of how low she had sunk, even in her own twisted opinion of herself as some deep and dark and scorned part of her craved that pleasure still, one orgasm nowhere near enough for a pussy that was simply hungry for Jill's hypnotic sense of abject control.

“Open wide, Jessica!"

Her ordeal was far from over yet.