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hypnolurker · 11 months

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Slap It!

Serena followed her boyfriend John into his bedroom, hips swaying and biting her lower lip expectantly as she entered his room. It was a bit of a mess, and had the sort of musk one would expect from a man's room, but she didn't mind. There was no doubt in her mind that whatever they were about to get up to would only serve to add the scent of sex to the mix.

"So, you said you had a new toy you wanted to try out?" she asked, batting her eyelashes and staring deep into his eyes.

"Yeah, its an interesting one that's for sure. You sure you're still up for it?" he asked, reaching out to stroke her cheek.

Serena smiled at his touch, before gently grabbing his wrist and guiding his thumb into her mouth where she proceeded to slowly and deliberately suckle on it. John was clearly enraptured as she fellated his thumb like a greedy little slut, until it finally came out of her mouth with an audible pop and she flashed a proud grin as she saw the look on John's face.

"What do you think?"

"Wow, well here it is..." he said, rummaging underneath his bed for a moment before retrieving a fairly large device of some kind. It was black and curved, with bright blue and yellow rubber rods sticking out of both ends which were clearly shaped like dildos and a bunch of random buttons and other bits sticking out of the side. The only text she saw was the words "Slap It!" in a bold and slanted font.

"Huh, that sure is interesting. How does it work?" Serena asked, growing quickly curious about the perplexing toy.

"Well, its probably better if I demonstrate it..." he said, moving closer.

John stood right up against her, and Serena felt herself quickly growing more aroused by the feeling of his body heat radiating against her. His hand slid down to her shorts and she gave no resistance as he undid them and pushed them out of the way. He slyly slipped her panties to the side and his fingers grazed her slit before running small circles around her delicate lips a few time. She was already mewling and could feel herself becoming damp at his touch. Then he gradually spread them apart and she glanced down to watch him drive the tip of the blue rubbery phallus on the toy carefully inside her quivering pussy.

"Ung...ok that's sort of what how I was expecting it to go in...feels kinda nice..." she cooed as it pushed further into her slick hole.

"Almost there...and...got it." he said as he buried the blue cock deep inside Serena.

"Um..what now?" she asked, a little nervous.

"Now, I turn it on." he proclaimed.

Flip

He flipped a switch somewhere on the toy and it hummed for a few seconds before whizzing to life. Immediately Serena felt a strange sensation emanating from the toy, a tingling spread through her cunt and quickly enveloped the rest of her body. The blue cock hummed and then pulsed a few times, and she quivered and moaned in response. Then it stopped, and Serena heard something peculiar.

"Slap it!"

It was her in her own voice. She had...she had said that? But she didn't intend to...barely even noticed her lips or her tongue moving...and yet she clearly had.

Slap

Instantly she was shocked as she felt a sting on her left cheek. John's hand had raised up and slapped the side of her face before she could react and she was hit with a sharp pain which quickly died down to a dull throb and a faint glow on the side of her face. At the exact same time she felt the blue cock vibrate for a second and a jolt of pleasure shot through her body.

"What the-" she began, but she cut herself off, "Squeeze It!" she said, once again dumbfounded as to why.

John reacted quickly, reaching out and grabbing one of her breasts in his hand to give it a firm squeeze. After a few seconds of groping her chest, the blue dildo once again came to life inside of her and another, slightly stronger jolt rocked her body.

"Oooohhh...I don't know whats going on...but its nice..." she groaned, and then, like clockwork, her lips moved on their own. "Spank it!"

Slap

This time she felt that pain on her ass cheek. It was stronger though, clearly John was not holding back when it came to spanking her. Did that mean he was when he slapped her? Why did that thought make her pout a little? Was she actually enjoying this? Being hit and abused like this?

She got her answer when the dildo once again shook her insides up. She clenched around it eagerly and realised that her cunt was drooling like crazy already. The pleasure was even greater this time, those tingles from before had become a constant flood of euphoria gripping her whole body as she began to understand how fun this game was!

"Tug It!" she said enthusiastically, without a conscious thought.

John reached forward with both hands and grabbed at her nipples through her t-shirt. With one smooth motion he gave them a rough yank and she cried out in shock as she felt her tender nipples, already puffy and vulnerable from her arousal, being firmly tugged like some kind of toy.

That's when it hit her. 'I'm the toy!' she thought. It wasn't this slap it device that was being played with here. It was her. She was being slapped and spanked and groped and tugged and she could see that John was enjoying himself. Serena was also enjoying it...so it couldn't be that bad. It was actually nice...being a toy...being played with...

"Spit On It!" she yapped excitedly, once again without needing to think for herself. Somehow the toy was bypassing her mind and sending the words directly to her mouth. It was nice...not having to think...relaxing and being a toy.

She felt a warm glob of spit spray onto her face and she shivered as the dildo vibrated inside her. 'I'm a toy. I like being spit on. This is great!' she told herself as the pleasure slowly overrode her brain.

"Slap It!" she said again.

Slap

This time John slapped her right cheek. A similar sting hit her, slightly stronger this time. She smiled, glad that he wasn't going easy on her anymore. She was just a toy after all. A dopey little toy to be slapped and squeezed and pinched and abused. Serena shivered in place, saliva still dribbling down her face as she eagerly awaited the next action.

"Spank It!" she said.

Slap

Much to her surprise, she didn't feel that sting on her ass cheeks like she had hoped for...instead John had slapped her face.

"Oh, fuck!" he cursed as he realised his mistake.

There was no vibration from the dildo. No blissful waves of pleasure. In fact the pleasure began to die down as a final phrase escaped Serena's mouth, not of her own volition.

"Game Over."

"Wow, so that is Slap It. How do you feel, wanna go again?" John asked, trying to sound nonchalant whilst clearly eager to play again.

Serena's head was spinning. She felt like she had not been all there and was only just regaining her senses. Was there spit on her face? Her cheeks were burning and her breasts felt slightly sore. Then she felt her cunt twitch.

"Yes...oh god please lets play again! Slap me. Spank me...Fuck...it feels so good, make me your toy, I'm yours to abuse!" she begged.

John was happy to oblige.

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hypnolurker · 10 months

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Penelope and the Thought Police

This story takes place in a world much like our own. However, a few minor historical details are slightly different in this world. Women were never given the right to vote, but after seeing how close the suffragettes came to major societal change, the men in charge decided to put their feminine counterparts on a much tighter leash. What rights they did have were stripped down and any notion of disobeying a man became a serious offense.

By the time our story takes place, technology has advanced quite a bit, and the latest advancements are put to good use in the effort to properly restrain, subdue and control all women for the benefit of their patriarchal overlords.

And now we turn our attention to Penelope. She works as a secretary in an office. One of the highest paid jobs that women are allowed to work. She was carrying a pile of documents through the office when she felt a hard slap across her buttocks, causing her to gasp slightly and then stop. She spun around to see Jerry, one of her rudest coworkers, with a wide grin on his face.

“Hey Cunt. My dick could use a little suckin’ right now. Get down there.” he ordered.

Penelope knew her place here. This was just a usual part of her day. Most of the men in the office were a somewhat less blatant about it, but they all made use of her and the other female secretaries when it was convenient. The idea of saying no didn’t particularly occur, after all, she had heard what happened to disobedient women. So, dutifully she sank to her knees and pulled out his cock.

She wrinkled her nose as the stench hit her. Had he not washed his cock today? It had a strong musk which filled her nostrils. Gross! The thing itself wasn’t particularly appealing, the veins bulged oddly and overall it was one of the ugliest she had seen. Still, Penelope steeled herself and opened her mouth. She just had to get this over with as quickly as possible. But just as she leaned in to suck it, Jerry spoke.

“Stop. What was that?” he asked.

Penelope looked up, bewildered. “What?”

“That expression on your face.” he growled.

Penelope’s heart sank. Her disgust must have been plain as day, she just hadn’t been prepared for it…

“You were disgusted, right? By my cock…”

“No…I could never be.” she argued.

“You totally were!”

“No, sir. I was just…shocked at how big it was. I was worried my throat would be too tight.” Penelope was sweating now. She tried her best to cover, but she could see that Jerry wasn’t buying it.

“Oh, so if I check your thought log, that’s what it will say?” he asked, smugly.

Shit. Penelope had almost forgotten about the thought log. At an early age, every girl had a small device installed deep in their ear which could detect and monitor thoughts. Any man could connect to it via bluetooth to see her every recent thought. It was used to ensure that women didn’t simply act submissive and pliable, but they were genuinely thinking like a thoroughly broken-in bitch.

“There’s no need for that. Please just let me suck your huge, hard cock…” she said in her sweetest voice.

But it was too late. Jerry had pulled out his phone and after a few taps his face twisted in anger.

“Gross? Ugly? Let’s just get this over with? Wow! I’m going to have to call the thought police.” he said.

Penelope gasped. “No please! Let me just suck your cock, please! Or you can fuck my ass or spank me or…or…just not…the thought police…”

But her pleas were futile. Jerry’s phone was already ringing.

“Hello, thought police.” she heard him say. “Yes, I’m reporting a disobedient cunt.”

Penelope quietly shivered as she listened to him speak.

“Oh no, that kind of force won’t be necessary, I’m sure she will come along willingly. She just needs her thoughts fixing a bit.”

No! No she didn’t! How could he do this to her?

“Yeah, called it gross. Can you believe that? She should be thrilled just to see it. I hope you can fix her…oh…oh really? That sounds quite effective. Yes, I will let the officers into the building. Thank you for your swift response.” and with that he hung up and walked off towards the lobby.

A few minutes later, a pair of men dressed in menacing black uniforms marched through the rows of desks until they found Penenlope’s. Penelope had returned to her desk, unsure what to do, and continued working as if nothing was happening. She had almost tricked herself into thinking everything was fine, then she saw them approach. She panicked.

She shot up out of her seat and began to run. Of course, she was wearing three inch stilettos, a mandatory part of the company’s female uniform. This made it quite impossible to outrun the thought police officer who rapidly gained on her and threw her to the ground without mercy. Once on top of her she could feel his knees pressing into her thighs, slowly but forcefully pushing them apart. She squirmed as he ripped off her flimsy skirt. Most women’s clothing was designed to be tear-able, so that men would have easy access to their holes and tits whenever they needed. Her panties came off in the same motion and now her pussy was completely exposed to the officers and several colleagues who had gathered to watch.

The officer who had her pinned took one hand to her slit and rubbed it callously. “Dry. And she is squirming like a stupid bitch” he commented.

The other officer was reading his phone. “I can confirm that her arousal is currently at 20%. After seeing a man’s cock and being pinned like that, it should be at least 50%. There is clearly something wrong with this one. I also see the offending thoughts in the log.” He turned to Jerry. “Thank you for reporting this.”

Meanwhile, the officer pinning Penelope had taken out his fat cock and was forcing it inside her.

“You waste no time in rehabilitating them huh?” Jerry commented.

“Oh no, we will be taking her to a specialized facility for retraining and rehabilitation. My colleague is simply subduing the subject properly so that she can be transported easily. It should take around two weeks, and we will need a man to come and pick her up when it is over. Would you be willing to or should we speak to someone else?”

“Sure, I can pick her up after.” Jerry agreed.

The officer now had his cock stuffed deep inside the quivering and sobbing Penelope. He wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed it as he asked. “Now, bitch, will you come along nicely or do I need to get rough?”

Penelope coughed and spluttered but couldn’t respond with his hand around her neck.

“Reading the thought log it looks like she is ready to comply.” the second officer noted.

The officer tutted and eased his grip. “Damn, its more fun when they resist.” And with that they led Penelope away as her coworkers all watched.

But that was merely the beginning for poor Penelope. After a short drive she was taken to an imposing facility. She waited quietly as the officers processed some paperwork, acting like she was some object the entire time. Finally she was handed off to some other man and lead to a room with several other confused and scared looking women. They were all strapped down into chairs in a row before a large screen.

Penelope was guided to the final chair in the line, where she noticed something surprising on the seat. A pair of phallic rods jutted out, one slightly thicker and longer than the other, lined up so that if she sat down normally she would impale herself on both at the same time. Penelope shook her head, but the facility staff member simply forced her down. She was still naked from the waist down from earlier, and swiftly found herself taking in the length of the two toys before he brought a strap around her waist and fastened it tightly. Now she was trapped and squirming on the girthy rods as he continued to do the rest of the straps.

He tore her top and bra off with utter disregard, exposing her perky B cup breasts much like the rest of the women who were all murmuring and whispering to one another as the humiliation continued. The final strap went around her chest, but it was unlike the others. It had two adjustable holes in it which her lined up so that her nipples poked out of them. Then he affixed a small device to the side, whose purpose Penelope couldn’t yet discern, which just gently grazed her protruding nipples.

And with that, she was fully strapped in, and the man stepped out. Subsequently the lights were dimmed and the screen before them, which covered the entire wall, flickered to life. It almost reminded her of the cinema, but instead of a cupholder and some popcorn she had straps around her arms and a pair of toys buried in her cunt and ass.

A calm man’s voice then began speaking to them. “Your first exercise will be what we call ‘thought completion’. We will give you a prompt which is an incomplete thought. All you have to do is finish the thought in your head. It should happen subconsciously. Bear in mind that there are right answers and wrong answers and we will be monitoring your thought logs and adjusting your attitudes as appropriate.”

Penelope was unsure what was going on, but she had no time to think about it as the first ‘prompt’ flashed up on the screen without warning.

‘I am a…’ appeared in large letters.

‘Woman’ was her first thought, though she quickly realized that this was the wrong answer when a jolt of electricity was sent through her nipples causing her to yelp in pain. She wasn’t the only one. Every other woman there had a similar reaction as they presumably were treated to the same unpleasant zapping as her.

Next the possible ‘correct’ answers flashed up on screen in a cloud of words, each more degrading than the last. ‘Cunt. Bitch. Slut. Fucktoy. Wet set of holes. Vapid bimbo. Cocksucker. Cum-target…’ the list went on but Penelope didn’t have chance to read them all as it moved on to the next prompt.

‘My purpose is…’

Penelope was beginning to understand this so called ‘exercise’. Clearly they were trying to brainwash them to change their thought patterns. They wanted Penelope and the other women here to stop seeing themselves as women and start thinking of themselves as simply pieces of meat, bent to the will of whatever man wanted to use them.

Honestly, Penelope wasn’t exactly sure what her purpose was. She should try to come up with an answer that would prevent her from being shocked…too late. She screamed and wriggled against her restraints as another burst of electrical energy rocked her body and left her shivering and breathing heavily. That was nasty. She needed to stop that.

As before, the correct answer appeared on screen. There was only one this time. ‘To serve men.’

Penelope sighed. Yes, it was quite clear now how this worked. The game would go on for several more hours. As it turned out, there were only a handful of prompts that they were trained with. At some point it began cycling through the same prompts again. Having been shocked over and over, Penelope was growing ever more desperate to play by the rules. When the prompts began repeating she did her best to recall the answers.

‘My favourite hobby is…’ was the first prompt which she was able to instantly recall a ‘correct’ answer to.

‘…sucking cock!’ Penelope thought with urgency. It was a blowjob that had gotten her sent here after all. Or her failure to properly deliver one.

To her surprise, instead of being shocked she felt a low rumble in her seat and a steady throng of pleasure wash over her crotch as the rods inside her hummed to life, vibrating inside her. The lack of a shock was all she wanted, but the vibrations were a nice addition. Was this the other part of the brainwashing technique. The shocks were the stick…and this was the carrot. If she thought what they wanted her to think she would be rewarded with pleasure, if she disobeyed she would be punished. Penelope was a smart girl. No wonder she had made it to the position of secretary.

In the following round Penelope tried her best to get the right answers. She still received a few shocks but steadily got better at thinking how she was supposed to. By the fourth time the prompts came around, Penelope was getting almost all of them right.

‘Cock makes me…’

‘Stupid! Horny! Happy! Drool!’ she could already remember most of the correct answers and they streamed out of her mind as she tried her best to ensure that she was thinking correctly. She smiled as the toys inside her vibrated. She had noticed that each correct answer in a row made the vibrations a little stronger. She had equally noticed that the longer she sat here, lightly grinding against the buzzing toys in her snatch and asshole, the wetter and needier she became. Her head already felt a little dizzy with desire as her pussy began to occupy her thoughts, which only seemed to make this exercise easier.

By the fifth round, Penelope wasn’t even trying. She also noticed that at this point, all of the other girls were groaning in pleasure as well. Their grunts and gasps of pain had slowly subsided as each of them gave in and thought what they were supposed to, like good girls.

When that exercise was finally done, Penelope could feel her head spinning. Already she was soaking and her thoughts no longer felt like her own. She was terrified by how effective this could be, but at the same time her sloppy slit quelled her fear and made her crave for more. She was disgusted by herself, but why? She was just a fucktoy…vapid bimbo cum-target…

She shook her head. Those weren’t her thoughts! How many hours had she been strapped into this chair exactly?

Then they were set up for the next exercise. They were not released from the chairs, the staff simply moved them whilst still strapped and squirming. They put the women into pairs, facing each other. Then the voice spoke again to explain this new exercise.

“Now this exercise is called the ‘empathy training’. You will be given phrases to say to your partner. All your partner need do is agree. You will take it in turns to speak and to listen. Its a very simple exercise.”

Penelope was sure it was not as simple as he suggested.

“You are a stupid cunt who belongs on her knees.” the voice said. That was the first phrase.

But Penelope looked into the wide eyes of the woman in front of her and her lips trembled. She didn’t even know this woman, how could she say something so rude? She braced herself for a shock as she was sure her silence would get her punished. Instead, she watched her partner’s face twist in pain as she jumped in her seat. It was the other woman who had been punished for her silence.

Penelope was starting to understand the truly twisted nature of this game. If she didn’t insult her partner, then it was her partner who got shocked. Either way it would be her fault. There was no winning. There was no way to be nice. There was no way to treat her fellow detainees with respect or dignity.

“You are a worthless whore, you spread your legs for every cock you see.”

Penelope was blushing already and it hadn’t even been directed at her. Having learnt from the first round, it seemed her partner would not make the same mistake as Penelope. Now that it was her turn she said the phrase immediately.

“You are a worthless whore, you spread your legs for every cock you see.” she said quietly with an apologetic look on her face. Penelope gave her a forgiving smile and nod and felt a faint vibration in her crotch.

“You don’t get to think for yourself you brainless little nympho.” the voice told them.

Penelope’s turn again. “You don’t get to th-think for yourself you…you brainless little nympho.” she stammered, blushing.

She watched her partner’s eyes widen a little and her hips wriggle before a slow moan escaped her mouth. It was weird, but at least she hadn’t just been responsible for giving the poor woman a shock.

As this exercise continued, Penelope learned another thing. Unlike the last game, correct answers in a row didn’t increase the strength of vibrations. It was something to do with how the speaker said the phrase. Louder was definitely better. But also saying it more condescendingly or with evident disgust would also increase the potency of the subsequent reward for their partner.

By the end of the exercise, they were each readily hurling the degrading phrases at each other loudly and harshly, and their partner would respond by squirming and moaning and begging for more. Which only made it easier to say the next phrase with more genuine disgust for the nasty, writhing, sloppy mess of a bitch in front of them.

Their third and final exercise of the day was announced as the ‘man pleasing’ exercise. A member of staff would stand in front of each of them and wave his cock in their face. As the voice explained; “For the duration of this exercise, you are expected to please the man before you. If you do a good job he may allow you to cum. If he is displeased he can administer shocks. Better develop those servicing skills of yours quickly because our staff have their cocks sucked daily by women who are better trained than you pathetic sluts.”

Penelope had given her share of blowjobs, so she didn’t expect this to be tough. The first thing that struck her was the size of the cock. It was much larger than average. She wrapped her lips around the end and then struggled to get her mouth further onto the thing, so she settled for working the tip as much as she could. As she did so, the man scrolled through her thought log on his phone and tutted.

That was ominous, and so Penelope tried to put what she had learned in the first two exercises to good use and began thinking the most degrading and objectifying phrases she could remember about herself whilst throwing in plenty of compliments for his cock.

As she sucked, the vibration in her cunt and ass built and built until she was groaning around his cock in desperation. After so many hours of it her leaky holes were so eager to cum. Yet just as she got close, the vibrations died down and she slid back from the edge. As she serviced the overgrown cock in her mouth this kept happening. It was maddening. Pure torment. After several hard edges, she started verbally begging.

“Please let me cum, sir! I need to cum! Oh god, Please!”

The man simply looked down at her, seemingly unimpressed.

After over an hour of torture for her, neither one of them had cum and the exercise finished abruptly. “Your thoughts showed clear improvement, and your arousal levels reached 85% towards the end, though you can do a little better there. However, your blowjob technique is simply subpar. I will put you in for additional suck training.” he said. Thankfully she didn’t get shocked, but she was unstrapped and left the room horny and ashamed.

The women were led to a shared dormitory with bunk beds and various TV screens across the place. As they went to their assigned beds and settled in, they were dismayed to find several humiliating details. Firstly, the screens were constantly playing pornography. Hardcore stuff, the type that Penelope would usually not watch. Throat-fucking, anal and bondage. There was no way to turn them off.

Second, the water. Whilst they had each been given a packet of food which was fairly ordinary, there was nothing to drink with it. Instead, there were several dildos which jutted out of the wall labeled ‘water’. Upon closer inspection they each had a hollow tube running through and when Penelope wrapped her lips around the tip a slow trickle of water flowed into her mouth. If this wasn’t the most demeaning drinking fountain of all time then Penelope didn’t want to know what was. The further she pushed her throat over the fake cock, the faster the water flowed. Of course, the worst part was that every other woman seemed to be watching her as she drank. Watching her gag on this cock as she choked down her refreshing prize.

The other women soon relented, each taking their turn to suckle the cocks and gulp down a steady stream of water.

Finally, there was the dildos. They were each provided with a dildo for their own use. Admittedly, Penelope was more than a little horny after all that, but a dormitory full of women who would be able to hear her, even see and smell her playing with herself, was not exactly the place to do anything about that.

However, as the days passed, Penelope and the other women underwent some changes. The supplemental suck training, which many of them had to do, was like the third exercise but with the man being much more hands-on. He would grab her head and thrust it onto his cock as he pleased. He would also slap and spit on her whenever he felt like she wasn’t trying hard enough or his cock simply wasn’t feeling good. It would happen before the rest of the exercises and the man wouldn’t stop until he came in her throat and often all over her face. Thus, they would be covered in stale cum and with their throats already a little sore by the time they did the empathy exercise. This only served to make it easier to insult the blatantly cum-stained cunts who were their partners. The partners changed each time as well, so they got to know each other by hurling disgusting insults and verbally degrading each other.

The third exercise became easier and easier for Penelope as her cocksucking skills flourished. Soon enough they would release some of the straps, allowing the women to use their hands and even their tits to enhance the pleasure. Eventually, Penelope impressed her controller enough that he released her waist, pulled her off the chair entirely and slammed his cock straight into her ass without hesitation. She practically came right there. Her anal sensitivity had been growing and growing since the whole ordeal started and by this point she was certainly able to cum from being fucked in her ass. Much to her delight, he grunted that she was allowed to cum and she clenched and convulsed around his cock in orgasm whilst he pumped his cum deep inside her asshole.

The other women were very jealous of her that day, and the insults at the next empathy exercise felt particularly barbed. But Penelope didn’t care. She was adapting quickly to her training. Thinking how they wanted. She was just a brainless little cunt whose only skill was impaling herself on cock, afterall.

The women began making use of their dildos after their exercises. At first only a couple were brave enough, but soon the dormitory was awash with moans and stank of sex as every slut within was pounding their aching pussy for hours each evening in their desperation.

“Suzy, what are you doing?” Anastasia yelled at Suzy, who had her pussy around one of the ‘drinking cocks’ and was humping desperately.

“Sorry! I’m just so horny!” she exclaimed.

“Use your dildo you dub bimbo!” Anastasia exclaimed.

“But Penelope took it!” Suzy said, still humping the cock on the wall as she pouted.

“Penelope, did you take her dildo?”

Penelope blushed. “I was just borrowing it…” she admitted.

“What do you need two for anyway?” Suzy inquired, still fucking herself in front of everyone as the conversation went on.

“For my ass.” Penelope said softly.

“You dirty slut. Give it back to Suzy. And Suzy, for fucks sake, get your sloppy cunt off of our drinking cock!” Anastasia yelled.

“As punishment, You two have to use that drinking cock from now on.” Anastasia declared. The rest of the women muttered and nodded in agreement.

“Why me? She was the one humping it!” Penelope argued.

“But you took her dildo. Plus you got to cum the other day, we can’t let that go to your head you stupid, worthless, greedy fucking cunt!”

Penelope was silenced. The next time she was thirsty, everyone watched her drink for the first time since their first day. She could taste Suzy’s sex still clinging as she swallowed her water. It wasn’t as bad as she expected.

When two weeks had finally passed, Penelope was a new slut. Jerry could tell immediately as he arrived to pick her up. The officer who had first responded to the call led him to the room where she was waiting. When she saw him, her heart jumped for a second.

“Jeremy!” she exclaimed eagerly.

“Hi Penelope. Ready to suck my cock now?” he asked with that characteristic smug attitude.

“Yes please!” she said with a giggle as she sank to her knees eagerly.

“A good start.” he mumbled as he whipped out his cock. It smelled twice as strong as Penelope remembered. He probably hadn’t washed it in the last two weeks to toy with her.

She wrapped her lips around it and dutifully swallowed the entire thing down with no effort. She had been trained well, and could deep-throat much larger cocks than this.

Jerry pulled out his phone and scrolled through her thought log. ‘Yummy cock! Tastes so good! I’m a stupid cocksucking cunt. Hope he feels good. Ooh he’s twitching in my mouth, so nice! Wanna taste his cum too….’ it went on like this as she expertly pleasured his cock. He also noted her arousal level was at 90% and slowly rising. He hadn’t seen an arousal score that high any time he had checked a slut’s thought log. And this was just from tasting his cock! What a slut!

“So, it would appear the rehabilitation has been successful.” The thought police officer observed from her thought log and clear desperation to please.

“Ung…yeah…uh…fuck that training sure is something….ughhhhh!” Jerry responded as he emptied his balls down her waiting throat. All the while Penelope kept her lips locked around the base of his shaft and gazed up at him with doe eyes as she swallowed every last drop of his cum.

“Now, this is good, but as thought police it is not just our job to rectify the situation but also to seek to prevent her from re-offending. So she works as a secretary?” he inquired.

“Yes, thats right.”

“Well, while that can cause problematic notions of dignity to arise within a slut, with the proper working environment this risk can be mitigated. I am guessing she was treated with a little too much respect in the past?”

“Well yeah…not by myself of course, but others in the office would often act like she was an equal.”

“Troubling. We will be inspecting the office and making the requisite changes to ensure that her and the other cunts in that office never become disobedient again.”

And that they did. Several thought police officers came in one day and started pointing out problems all over the place.

“Is this her desk?” one asked, looking at her standard cubicle with a small desk and chair.

“Yes.” Jerry affirmed.

“It looks much the same as a man’s desk. This simply won’t do. We should remove the desk, any work she does can be done on the floor. Next, paint the screens pink and put in holes in each for the neighbouring men to push their cocks through if they want to use her without leaving their own cubicles. Also, reevaluate what work you give her. I know it is tempting to try to get more done by giving some meaningful work to a cunt whilst the men are busy, but in the long run the office will be more cohesive and efficient if you make sure your secretaries are servicing the men properly and not attempting to use their brains for tasks which should be handled by men. This applies to all secretaries of course, not just Penelope.”

And so, when Penelope returned to the office, she found her cubicle quite different to what she remembered. She was also a little surprised when she first noticed her neighbour’s cock poking through one of the holes. Dangling there audaciously. Of course, Penelope was much more obedient now. She immediately knew what to do and dropped the irrelevant photocopies she had been sorting through to begin servicing the cock. As she did, a second cock poked through another hole in the opposite wall and Penelope re-positioned herself so that she could slide her already sopping cunt over the new arrival and continue to service both cocks in her cubicle spitroast.

Once she had serviced both cocks, and she had cum dribbling out of both holes onto the floor of her cubicle, she looked up at Jerry who was standing above her. It was unclear how long he had been watching.

As usual, he didn’t make eye-contact with her. He simply stared at her chest as she spoke. “Hi Jerry, what up?” she said in a bubbly voice.

“Oh, I’m just moving desk. I actually got a promotion! Can you believe, the higher-ups are already seeing improved office morale and they praised my initiative in calling the thought police. Anyway, now I’m at the cubicle next to yours, so you won’t have far to crawl when I need you to suck my cock.

“Oh, wow! That’s great news! I have good news too!” she bounced as she said it.

“Oh really, whats that?”

“The bosses are also impressed with my new attitude. They said I would be getting a big bonus!”

Jerry raised an eyebrow. “A big bonus you say? How big?”

“500cc!”

Jerry looked confused for a moment.

“I’m getting bigger titties! They said the company will pay for it and arrange everything.” she exclaimed eagerly.

“Oh, thats what you mean! That is great news. I will make sure to give your new titties plenty of attention when you get them to celebrate. I hear they can be quite tender after the surgery.”

“Yeah, I can’t wait! Thank you so much for helping me become the stupidest little cunt I can possibly be Jerry! Can I please suck your cock now?”

Jerry shrugged. “Yeah, my dick could use a little suckin’ right now.” he said with a grin as Penelope’s eyes glazed over and her lips locked around his cock once more.

He should have called the thought police sooner!

#story #mindbrokensluts #not mine #Reconstruction #implant

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