Nicole
knelt on the floor of the lab, naked. The only thing she wore was a
silver, square-shaped earring on her left ear, which was about the size
of a nickel. Her knees were red from kneeling for so long, and mascara
ran down her face in dark streaks. Her modest breasts were covered in
cum. Yet, despite her distressed appearance, she maintained a rigid
posture, with her back arched and her breasts thrust forward. She cupped
her breasts in her hands, presenting them to the man who stood before
her.



"Please," Nicole sobbed. "Just let me go. It's not too late. No one has
to know. I won't say anything, I swear. Please, just take the earring
off and I'll go home. It'll be like this never happened."



"Oh, Nicky," Kyle answered. "My sweet, naive, little Nicky. We're just
getting started," he chuckled. "You and your friends have a lot to
answer for, and you're going to help me punish the others."



"No! Please!" Nicole begged as tears streamed down her face. "We're
sorry. We all are. We can fix it. We can bring you back on. Just...
please. Stop this!"



"I don't think so, Nicky," Kyle replied, as he looked down at a tablet
in his hands. "This isn't just about my job anymore." He tapped a button
and Nicole's face went blank. She stopped sobbing and knelt quietly
before Kyle.



Kyle, who was also naked, stepped up to Nicole, putting his dick in her
face. "Clean my dick with your mouth while I explain how you're going to
help me," he commanded.



"Yes, Master," Nicole replied neutrally and took Kyle's cock into her mouth.



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Nicole raised her wine glass. "To success! To us!" she shouted.



The three other women raised their glasses and cheered "To us!"



It was a modest celebration, given the magnitude of their
accomplishment. The four women had graduated together from a
bioengineering program three years ago and formed Meliorem Mentem, Inc.
together. Now they'd finally had their first major success.



Nicole was happy to have been included. She was the bookish type and
decidedly average in appearance. She was slender and stood at about
5'4", with pale skin, brown hair, brown eyes, and a-cup breasts. She had
a talent in going unnoticed, and she'd made few friends during the
graduate program. She'd spent most of her time studying at home or
working in the lab. But she'd been near the top of the class, and the
three other girls had asked her to join their study group. She knew
they'd been motivated by self interest. They'd wanted her help puzzling
out some of the more complex topics on upcoming exams. But, over time,
Nicole had formed a close friendship with the other girls.



Jessica was the company's CEO. She'd always been the group's unofficial
leader, organizing study sessions and social gatherings. Creating the
company had also been her idea. Plus, she looked the part of a CEO. She
was tall for a woman, at 5'7". She had olive skin; straight, black hair;
and piercing green eyes. She was statuesque in appearance and looked
more like a runway model than the girl next door, with sharp facial
features softened only slightly be large, almond-shaped eyes and full
lips. She had impressive c-cup breasts, of which Nicole was jealous.
However, most people would never know, since Jessica did her best to
downplay her bust with conservative clothing. She was always concerned
about being stereotyped as a bimbo because of her appearance, and she
made a concerted effort to always dress professionally. Even at this
celebration, she wore conservative black pants and a blue, button-up
blouse.



Claire was in some ways Jessica's opposite. She was bubbly and
flirtatious, and while she was a brilliant bioengineer, she had no
qualms about showing off her body. She was a pale redhead, with a
smattering of freckles on her face. She was petite, standing at only
5'2", but curvy for her size, with an hourglass figure, b-cup breasts,
and a round ass. She usually accentuated her assets by wearing skimpy,
tight-fitting clothing, at least outside the lab. Today was no
exception. She wore tight shorts that showed off her tone legs and plump
ass, as well as a crop-top shirt that exposed her flat stomach and
highlighted the curves of her breasts.



Last, but not least, was Erika. She was the glue that held the group
together. The lithe, Asian woman was both a bioengineer and the group's
unofficial counselor. She'd helped the girls navigate their way through
the stress of financial hardships and seemingly unsurmountable feuds.
She was friendly and outgoing, and she handled most of the company's
relationships with suppliers and potential customers. Erika was
exceptionally athletic, with tone legs and a bubble butt that Nicole had
seen catch the attention of many men. She stood at 5'4" and had black,
shoulder-length hair; dark, brown eyes; and b-cup breasts. Today, she
wore dark grey Yoga pants and a pink, athletic-wear tank-top. Even when
she wasn't heading to the gym, she often looked like she was.



Nicole had invited the women to her apartment to celebrate a milestone
for the company. After years of hard work and living off ramen, they
finally had a working prototype for a neural inhibitor. They were
certain the patent was worth no less than $1 billion, and they planned
to announce their discovery to the major biotech companies later that
week. But, for now, it was time to celebrate.



"Pass me those glasses, ladies," Nicole instructed. "We're opening
another bottle." The other three cheered and handed over their empty
wine glasses.



Nicole walked into the kitchen an uncorked a new bottle of merlot. She
filled the four glasses then took a small vial from a cupboard. She
carefully added two drops of a clear liquid from the vial to three of
the glasses, then placed the vial back in the cupboard.



Nicole took the four glasses back out to the other women and passed them
around, careful to keep the un-spiked glass for herself. She raised her
glass again and said, "To being rich!"



"To being rich!" the others cheered. Then everyone drank.



"So," Jessica began. "What biotech company should we pitch to first?" she asked.



"No business tonight, Jessica," Erika chided. "Just wine and fun. There'll be time for business tomorrow."



Jessica looked mildly annoyed, but sipped her wine and said nothing
more. Then she noticed Claire slumping in her chair, eyes half closed.
"I know you're a lightweight, Claire, but you haven't had that much to
drink... yet," Jessica teased.



"Mmm tired..." Claire mumbled.



"Can you believe this?" Jessica asked Nicole and Erika. Then Jessica
noticed Erika had sunk back into the couch too, and she had a glazed
look in her eyes. "Erika, are you okay," Jessica asked.



"I'lll get up," Erika answered. "Just need to rest a minute."



"How strong is this wine, Nicole?" Jessica asked with concern. Nicole said nothing.



Then Jessica felt it too. A wave of drowsiness washed over her and her
muscles suddenly felt limp. She sat down on the couch next to Erika,
gravity doing most of the work. "Nicole?" Jessica asked. "What.. What
did..." Jessica trailed off and joined Claire and Erika in sleep.



Nicole set her wine glass down, took out her phone, and dialed Kyle. "It's done," she stated neutrally.



"Good. Unlock the door and wait for me," Kyle instructed.



Nicole unlocked her apartment door, then stood to the side, staring blankly at nothing.



I few minutes later, Kyle let himself in through the door. He surveyed
the three sleeping women, then turned to Nicole. He brushed a finger
along her silver earring. "Help me get them to the van," he ordered.



"Yes, Master," Nicole replied expressionlessly.



Kyle and Nicole then carried the three women down to a van in the
apartment's garage, one at a time. Fortunately, the apartment unit had a
private garage, so there was no way an onlooker could spot the
u*********s women. Once Jessica, Claire, and Erika were secure in the
back of the van, Kyle took his place in the drivers' seat and ordered
Nicole to sit in the passenger seat.



It was a short drive to the Meliorem Mentem, Inc. lab. Once there, Nicole helped Kyle carry the three women inside.



While Nicole hosted the celebration at her apartment, Kyle had been busy
installing three chairs with restraints in the lab. Nicole had been
kind enough to provide him with her keycard. Kyle and Nicole sat the
three women down the the chairs and clamped the restraints around their
wrists, ankles, and foreheads.



"Undress and kneel facing your friends," Kyle instructed Nicole. Nicole complied without any sign of emotion.



"Present," Kyle commanded.



Nicole thrust her chest forward and cupped her small breasts in her hands.



Kyle took a small vial and a syringe from a nearby drawer and
administered an injection to each of three sleeping women's arms, then
stepped back and stood by Nicole.



Jessica began to stir first, fidgeting in her chair to try and get more
comfortable, but unable to do so because of the restraints. "Ugh," she
moaned, her eyes opening a sliver, then slamming shut again as she
winced at seeing the bright, fluorescent light. "What... what happened?"
she mumbled. "Nicole?"



The other two woman also began to wake. Claire was the first to fully
open her eyes. "Where am I?" she asked, her eyes flicking around the
room. "Is this... why am I in the lab?"



"Why the fuck am I tied down?" Erika demanded, struggling against the restraints.



Jessica was the first to notice Kyle and Nicole. "What. The. Fuck!" she
exclaimed. "Kyle, I told you you're not welcome here. We fired you. It's
over. What the fuck are you doing to Nicole. I'm calling the police!"



"I think you'll find that difficult," Kyle responded calmly.



Jessica pulled against the restraints and quickly realized calling the
police was an empty threat. She was going to have to negotiate her way
out of whatever the fuck this was.



"Alright, Kyle," she began, sounding far more collected than she felt.
"You're mad about your severance package. This was definitely not the
right way to bring up your complaints, but if you tell me what you want,
I'm sure we can work out something fair."



"Oh my god," Erika gasped, staring at Nicole, suddenly realizing the seriousness of her predicament.



Claire sat with her eyes wide and hew jaw hanging open, evidently too panicked to react.



"Severance," Kyle muttered, shaking his head. "You cut me out of the
company after I make a breakthrough that lets you take a billion dollar
idea to market and you think I'm here for a bigger severance package?"



A flash of concerned crossed Jessica's face as she realized she might
have less control over the situation than she initially thought. But she
quickly regained composure. "Just tell me what is is you want, Kyle.
We'll work something out."



"He wants us," Erika said softly, staring at Nicole, horrified. "He wants us, Jess."



Jessica tried to turn her head toward Erika, but couldn't because of the
restraints. She looked down at Nicole and noticed her silver earring.
She'd spotted it at the party earlier and thought it odd Nicole had only
worn one earring instead of a pair. "Oh god," she said, as a
realization struck her. "What did you do to Nicole?" she demanded. "Let
her go. Let her go now!"



"Go?" Kyle laughed. "She doesn't want to go. Tell them you don't want to go, Nicky."



"I don't want to go," Nicole responded neutrally.



"Oh my god," Erika whispered again.



"Take the earring off, Nicole," Claire pleaded, snapping out of her shock. "It's an inhibitor. Take it off!"



"She doesn't want to take it off," Kyle replied. "Do you, Nicky?"



"I don't want to take it off," Nicole answered.




"No, she's quite content the way she is. She only wants what I want,"
Kyle informed the three restrained women. "And right now, I think I want
her mouth on my cock. Nicky, dear, give me a blow job."



"Yes, Master," Nicole replied, then turned, unbuckled Kyle's belt, and pulled his pants down.



"Oh god, no," Jessica whispered. Claire and Erika began sobbing.



Nicole took Kyle's cock into her mouth and began bobbing her head back and forth, showing no signs of complaint.



"She's surprisingly good," Kyle told the women, "given her limited experience. I suspect you lot will be better."



Jessica couldn't accept what she'd just heard. "What... just tell me
what you want, Kyle," she said, panic slipping into her voice. "We'll
give you what you want and you can let us go."



"It's us, Jess," Erika interjected again, this time more forcefully.
"He's not doing this for money. He wants us. Look at his eyes. He hates
us. He wants revenge. He's enjoying this."



"Alright," Jessica went on, ignoring Erika. "You're back in. A full
one-fifth split of the patent proceeds. Two hundred million dollars,
Kyle. Or more! Just let me out of this chair. I'll even throw in a
bottle fo champagne to celebrate."



"I'm going to draw this out, Jess," Kyle said. "I'm going to save you
for last. You're going to watch me take their minds," he continued,
motioning to Claire and Erika. "You're going to watch as they become my
slaves, as they serve me. Then I'm going to take our mind. And I'm going
to use you. And I'm going to make you love it."



"Kyle... Kyle lets..." Jessica stammered. "Lets talk... Oh god," she
muttered, focusing on Nicole, who continued bobbing her head back and
forth on Kyle's cock.



"That was very nice, Nicky," Kyle said, turning his attention to Nicole.
"But I think it's time we made you some sister slaves. You'd like that,
wouldn't you?"



"Yes, Master," Nicole replied, sitting back on her knees.



"Go put an earring on Claire," Kyle ordered Nicole.



"Yes, Master," Nicole answered. She stood and walked to a tray of three earrings sitting on a nearby desk.



"I think I'll give you your mind back for this part," Kyle said, picking up a tablet and tapping a button.



As Nicole crossed the room toward Claire carrying an earring, life
returned to her eyes. She looked at the three women, then down at her
hand. "Oh god," she whispered. She walked to to Claire's side and
stopped. "Claire, I'm so sorry. I can't... He's making me. I don't have a
choice. I'm so sorry."



"It's not your fault," Claire sobbing. "I forgive you. I forgive you."



Nicole attached the earring to Claire's left ear and Kyle tapped another
button on his tablet. Clair fell silent and her eyes glazed over.



"That's... not possible," Jessica stammered. "It doesn't work that fast. It can't work that fast."



"Maybe if you hadn't underestimated me so much, you wouldn't be in this
position," Kyle sneered. "I've made some improvements since you fired
me. Even without the benefit of your lab."



"I'm sorry," Nicole cried. "I couldn't help it."



"I think that's enough of that," Kyle said, tapping another button on the tablet. Nicole's face went blank again.



Kyle spent a minute playing with setting on the tablet, then declared,
"I think that'll about do it. Nicole, remove Claire's restraints."



Nicole mindlessly obeyed, unclasping the forehead, wrist, and ankle straps.



"Now, Claire," Kyle continued, "why don't you tell everyone what you are."



"I'm your slave, Master," Claire announced, her voice emotionless.



"Claire! Claire, snap out of it!" Erika screamed.



Jessica sat silent, the reality of her predicament finally sinking in.



"Stand, face Jess and Erika, and undress," Kyle ordered.



"Yes, Master," Claire replied. She stood from her chair and faced her
friends. She silently kicked her sneakers off with her feet, then bent
down to remove her socks while Kyle admired the view of her ass. Next,
she hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her shorts and began
pulling them down while rocking her hips side to side, trying to wiggle
her way out. When she succeeded in removing them, Kyle saw she wore no
panties underneath. He also noted her pussy was clean shaven. Claire
next pulled off her crop-top, followed by a black bra. She then stood
motionless in front of Jessica and Erika, naked except for her earring.



Kyle stepped behind Claire, then reached around her and began massaging
her breasts. "I've always wanted to do this, Claire," he admitted. "You
were always such a tease. Of course, I never imagined you'd be my
helpless slave, but I think I quite prefer it this way. Give me a kiss,"
he ordered.



Claire turned around and wrapped her arms around Kyle. She tilted her
face up, then rose up onto her tiptoes and kissed Kyle while Kyle used
the opportunity to squeeze her ass with both hands.



"Kyle, stop!" Jessica pleaded. "You've made your point. We're at your
mercy. Please, I'll beg if I need to. Just tell me what you want so you
can let us go."



"Oh, you're so sweet, Claire," Kyle said in a condescending tone. "I didn't mean kiss my lips. I meant kiss my cock."



Without saying a word, Claire dropped to her knees and kissed the tip of Kyle's cock.



"Much better," Kyle praised. "Now, show me if you can give a better blowjob than Nicky," he ordered.



Claire grasped the shaft of Kyle's cock with one hand, then leaned forward and began delicately licking the head.



"Finally, a professional who knows how to start with a tease!" Kyle
proclaimed. "You have no idea how hard it was to settle for Nicky when I
knew I could have your flirty mouth wrapped around my cock, Claire"



Claire took the head of Kyle's cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she bobbed back and forth gently.



"It's okay, Claire," Erika muttered. "We know you don't have a choice. It's not your fault."



"Doesn't have a choice?" Kyle asked. "Claire loves my cock. Tell them you love my cock, Claire."



"I love Master's cock," Claire droned, then took Kyle's cock back in her
mouth. She began bobbing her head more aggressively, taking Kyle's full
length without gagging.



"I'm going to cum in your mouth, Claire," Kyle informed her. "I want you
to show Jess and Erika my cum before you swallow. Is that clear?"



"Yes, Master," Claire answered before resuming her work.



"Mmmm," Kyle groaned, as be blew his load in Claire's mouth. Clair
dutifully turned to Jessica and Erika and opened her mouth, displaying
Kyle's cum, before closing her mouth again and swallowing.



"God damn it," Jessica yelled, fear turning to anger. "Fuck you, Kyle. You fucking monster."



"Monster?" Kyle inquired. "Well I suppose that depends who you ask.
Right now, I'd say the room is pretty evenly split, but if you give me
another minute to plead my case, I'm sure I'll have a majority on my
side. Nicky, would you be so kind as to get Erika an earring?"



"Yes, Master," Nicole replied and moved back towards the tray of earrings.



"Oops, almost forgot," Kyle said, tapping a button on the tablet.



"No!" Nicole pleaded and she walked back to Erika with an earring in
hand. "Not again! Please, Kyle. You have me. Just let them go."



Kyle said nothing as Nicole placed the earring on Erika's left ear. He
then tapped twice on the tablet and both Nicole's and Erica's faces went
black.



"Damn you Kyle!" Jessica yelled.



"Nicole, remove Erika's restraints," Kyle ordered. Nicole complied.



"Now, Erika, I don't want you to worry about the fun I just had with
Claire," Kyle declared. "I came prepared." Kyle grabbed a bottle off a
nearby desk and popped a pill into his mouth. "I'll be ready for more
fun in no time."



"Disrobe and stand in front of Jess," Kyle ordered Erika.



Erika stood and bent down to remove her shoes and socks, then slid our
of her yoga pants and tank-top. She wore black panties and a pink sports
bra underneath, which she quickly removed as well.



"Wow," Kyle said, impressed. "I mean, we all knew you worked out
constantly. How could we not when you were always missing time in the
lab. But I didn't know it was paying off this well," Kyle complimented
Erika, who stood emotionless.

"Anyways, Jess," Kyle continued. "Claire was kind of a... warm up. Erika
here is going to demonstrate how far I can take things with the
improvements I've made. I want you to see what's in store for you before
we get you your own earring," he said cheerfully.



"Go fuck yourself, Kyle," was Jessica's only response.



"Oh, I doubt I'll ever need to fuck myself again," Kyle quipped, as he made adjustments on the tablet.



"Erika," Kyle began. "I'm going to explain some things to you.
Everything I tell you is true, and you accept it as true. I'd like you
to repeat after me. I am your master and you are my slave."



Upon hearing Kyle's words, focus returned to Erica's face. She stood up
straight and folded her hands behind her back in what she must have
considered an appropriate posture for a slave addressing her master.
"You are my master and I am your slave," she repeated.



"You obey my orders without hesitation," Kyle continued.



"I obey your orders without hesitation," Erika parroted.



"You love me," Kyle stated.



Erika maintained her stance, as befitted a slave, but her expression
changed immediately. She smiled warmly at Kyle. "I love you, Master,"
she said earnestly.



"More than that," Kyle continued, "you worship me. You live to serve me."



Erika's expression changed again. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped
in awe. "I worship you," she said reverently. "I live to serve you."



"You're greatest pleasure in life is giving me pleasure," Kyle instructed.



"My greatest pleasure is giving you pleasure," Erika agreed.



"You're body belongs to me," Kyle continued. "Your breasts, your pussy
your ass, your mouth. They're all mine to use as I please."



"My body belongs to you," Erika replied. "You may use my breasts, pussy, ass, and mouth as you please."



"Good," Kyle said, then took a seat in the chair that had recently restrained Erika.



Hope seized Jessica. This was it. He'd made a mistake. All Erika had to
do was close one of the restraints and he was trapped. She could free
them all!



"Now," Kyle continued, "come ride your master's cock."



Erika approached Kyle.



This is it, Jessica thought. She can reach the restraints! She held her breath.



Erika reached a hand toward a wrist restraint. Then placed her hand on
the armrest for support while she climbed up onto the chair and
straddled Kyle.



"No, no, no," Jessica sobbed. "Lock him there!"



Kyle turned to Jessica and smiled.



Erika reached down and guided Kyle's cock into her already wet pussy and moaned, "Mmmmmm."



Kyle placed his hands on Erika's smooth, muscular thighs as she began rocking up and down on his dick.



"You know," Kyle said, "I'm sure Claire gets all the attention from men
when you go out because she's such a tease, but you're easily just as
hot as her."



"Mmmmm. Thank you, Master," Erika cooed.



"Nicky, lay on the ground," Kyle ordered. "Claire, kneel over Nicky's face, then, Nicky, you eat Claire out."



Nicole lay down flat on her back and Claire knelt so her pussy was right
in Nicole's face. Then Nicole began dutifully licking at Nicole's
pussy. Neither girl showed any sign that they either disliked or enjoyed
what was happening.



Kyle turned his attention back to Erika. He reached up with both hands
to massage her breasts as she continued riding his dick. "Why don't you
tell Jess how this feels, Erika," he ordered.



"Oh god, Jess," Erika gasped. "This feels soooo good. You have no
fucking idea. I've never had sex this good. I've never had anything this
good. Mmmmmm. God, I hope I can spend the rest of my life doing this."



"Erika," Jessica pleaded, "it's not real. He's making you feel this way. Don't give in!"



"Give in?" Erika asked. "I'm already in Jess. All the way in," she said
seductively, lowering herself onto Kyle's cock and giving him a smirk.
"Why shouldn't I be? I live to serve Kyle. Ohhhh fuck, Jess. You need to
try this. You're pretty hot. I bet Master would fuck you too, if you
asked. Mmmmmmm. God, I'm gonna cum."



"You cum when I cum," Kyle instructed. "Not before."



"Y... ohhhh fuck... yes, Master," Erika agreed.



Kyle reached up and gripped Erika by the throat. "Fuck me harder, slave, and you'll get to cum."



"Yes, Master," Erika rasped. She picked up her pace, taking Kyle balls deep on every thrust.



After another minute Kyle couldn't hold back any longer and he exploded
inside Erika. Feeling him tense, Erika came as well. Her whole body
shivered and she learned forward to rest against Kyle while she
continued gently rocking her hips, whispering "Fuck. Oh fuck. Yes."



"You did well, Erika," Kyle complimented. "Go trade places with Claire. Have her clean my cum with her tongue."



"Yes, Master," Erika replied. She carefully lifted herself up off Kyle's
cock and crossed the room to Claire and Nicole. She tapped Claire on
one shoulder and Claire stood to move out of the way. Erika then knelt
over Nicole's face and Nicole began lapping up the cum spilling from
Erika's pussy.



"And now," Kyle said, turning his attention to Jessica, "it's time for
the main attraction. I know you're the one who pushed to cut me out of
the company, Jess. You're punishment is going to be... more unique."



"No, I wasn't," Jessica pleaded, panic in her eyes. "It' wasn't me. I wanted you to stay. Please!"



"Oh?" Kyle asked. "Then who was it? Tell me which girl and I'll let you go back to your life."



Jessica made a pained expression. She glanced from girl to girl with her
eyes. "Erika," she blurted. "It was Erika. It was all her idea. Please,
let me go."



Kyle laughed. "You really are a cold bitch," he said smiling. "You can't
talk your way out of this, Jess. I just wanted to see, if push came to
shove, whether you'd turn on your closest friends. And now we know."



Kyle walked to the tray containing the last of the earrings and picked
the earring up. He then walked to Jessica and leaned in to whisper in
her ear, "I think you and I are going to be getting along a lot better
form now on." He placed the earring on her ear.



Kyle returned to his tablet and started pressing buttons. Jessica looked
frantically around the room for something, anything that might help. Of
the three other women, only Erika seemed to have any capacity for
thought at the moment. "Erika, I know you can hear me. You have to free
me," she pleaded.



"Sorry, Jess," Erika replied nonchalantly. "If Master wants you, Master
gets you. Don't worry, you're scared over nothing. You'll see, being his
slave is great!"



"Aaaand done," Kyle proclaimed, looking up at Jessica.



Jessica froze. She didn't feel any different. Holy shit, she thought. It
must not have worked! Maybe this inhibitor was defective, or maybe her
brain chemistry was just different enough to throw a wrench in things.
Whatever the cause, this opportunity was more than she could possibly
have hoped for. She couldn't screw this up. She needed to wait for the
perfect moment to make a move, then strike fast and hard.



Jessica did her best to make her face look blank. She let her jaw go
slack and her lips part just slightly, while she stared straight ahead
at nothing.



"Excellent," Kyle said. "You and I are going to have a lot of fun
together." Kyle approached Jessica and leaned in close. "Kiss me," he
ordered.



Jessica swallowed her disgust and leaned in to kiss Kyle, doing her best
to maintain a neutral expression. She put no emotion into the kiss, but
Kyle came into it with passion. He was firm, but not rough, and Jessica
found herself thinking he was actually quite a good kisser, before she
quickly remembered why she was in this situation and disgust came
flooding back.



"Now," Kyle began, "tell me it was a mistake to fire me from the company."



"It was a mistake to fire you," Jessica responded in a monotone voice.
"Master," she added quickly, hoping the pause wasn't noticeable.



"Tell me I was the real brain behind the neural inhibitor," Kyle ordered.



"You were the real brain behind the neural inhibitor, Master," Jessica answered.



"Good," Kyle proclaimed. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way, I think we can enjoy ourselves a little."



Kyle unclasped Jessica's restraints then stepped back.



I could attack now, Jessica thought. If I act quick enough, maybe find
something to use as a weapon, I could escape. No. It's too risky, she
conceded. I'm only going to get one shot at this. Trying to overpower
him might not work. Even if I surprise him, he's still bigger and
stronger. She sighed internally. I've got to wait until I have a chance
to escape the lab without him noticing, so I can contact the police.
God, she thought, how will I even convince the police to take this
seriously?



"Stand and undress," Kyle ordered.



Jessica's eyes flicked quickly to Nicole, who continued mindlessly
eating Claire out. What disgusting thing will he ask me to do, she
wondered. But, recognizing she had no real choice, she stood and began
to disrobe. She started by unbuttoning and pulling off her blouse,
revealing a conservative white bra underneath. She then bent down and
removed her shoes and socks, followed by her pants. She wore a matching
set of plain, white panties. Next, she reached behind her back and
unclasped her bra. She hated revealing her body to Kyle. She knew he'd
never take her seriously as a businesswoman again. He'd imagine her
naked body every time he saw her. But, she supposed that was the least
of her problems right now. She finished removing the bra and then slid
her panties down off her legs.



Kyle noted Jessica had trimmed her pubes into a neat landing strip. He
would have guessed she'd have considered that kind of thing beneath her.



"You certainly are beautiful," Kyle conceded. "Truth be told, Claire and
Erika are more my type, but I definitely wouldn't kick you out of bed."



Jessica almost slipped up and laughed. Kyle kick her out of bed. Maybe
in his dreams. Then her heart sank as she realized she was basically
living one of Kyle's dreams now.



"Masturbate," Kyle ordered.



Reluctantly, Jessica reached down with one hand and began to rub her
pussy. She was shocked to find she was a little wet. What the fuck? she
thought. Is this fucked up torture-fest when I discover a have a
submission fetish? she asked mentally, disappointed in herself.



Kyle watched as Jessica played with herself and her nipples grew hard.



"Get on your knees and continue masturbating," Kyle ordered.



Jessica's heart sank. She knew what came next. But there was no avoiding
it. She dropped to her knees and continued rubbing her pussy.



Kyle stepped forward, putting his cock in Jessica's face. "Blow me," he commanded.



Jessica leaned in and took Kyle's cock in her mouth. Maybe if I do a
shitty job, he'll get bored an move on, she thought. She put in minimal
effort, very slowly bobbing her head back and forth on just the head of
his cock.



Kyle looked disappointed. "Of course you have no experience with
blowjobs" he said. "Sucking a man's dick would be demeaning," he said
sarcastically. He grabbed her head and forced his cock into her throat.



Jessica gagged. Kyle was right, she didn't make a habit of giving
blowjobs. And she did consider it demeaning. Yet, inexplicably, she felt
herself getting wetter. What the fuck is wrong with me? she thought.
Yet, despite her disgust, she couldn't help but admit that being
submissive was turning her on. She found herself rationalizing her
response. It must be natural, she supposed, to crave a change in power
dynamics when you're in charge all the time. She realized Kyle had
released her head, but she had continued deep throating him on her own. I
guess I'm stuck playing along now, she thought.



Kyle thrust away into Jessica's throat for another minute, admiring the
view of his one-time nemesis relegated to choking on his dick. He felt
himself grow close to cumming and decided he needed to slow things down a
minute.



"Time to fuck me with those big bimbo tits, Jess," he ordered.



Jessica nearly winced. She hate'd being called a bimbo. That's why she
worked so hard to keep her body concealed. No doubt Kyle knew that and
was rubbing in his victory.



Jessica let Kyle's cock slide out of her mouth, then scooted forward and
rose up higher on her knees. She pressed her large, soft breasts
together around Kyle's cock and began rubbing them up and down his
shaft.



"Fuck, Jess," Kyle said. "Those tits are great. You should have shared them way earlier."



Jessica felt a hint of excitement at the compliment and increased her
pace. This situation was fucked up, but she supposed it was always nice
to get a compliment. Plus, Kyle would never know she got any real
pleasure out of this. That thought lifted her spirits. She could enjoy
this a little, she supposed. As far as Kyle was concerned, she was just a
mindless slave and had no choice. She'd still escape the first chance
she got, or stab him in the back, literally, if that opportunity came
first.



"Alright, alright," Kyle interrupted. "Lovely as those tits are, they're
not the main attraction, Jess. Get on your hand and knees."



Jessica release Kyle's cock from her breasts and leaned forward onto her hands.



"You can do better, Jess," Kyle chided. "Face down ass up," he ordered.



Jessica lowered her face against the floor and raised her ass, arching
her back. She felt excited. There was no mistaking it now. The thought
of being used had her horny. She wasn't proud of it. In fact, given the
circumstances, she was furious with herself for feeling anything other
than pure, unadulterated hatred. But the horniness was there. She
suspected she was going to need a lot of therapy to work through these
emotions when this was all over.



"Much better," praised Kyle. "Now, I think it's time for a few more adjustments," he said, grabbing the tablet again.



Jessica silently prayed that whatever went wrong with the earring before kept going wrong.



"Everything I tell you is true," instructed Kyle. "Repeat after me. You regret firing me."



"I regret firing you," Jessica said, trying her best feign remorse. She
was relieved to find she did not actually regret firing Kyle. She only
regretted not killing him. The earring hadn't changed her.



"You're not upset about what I've done to you and your friends. You deserved this," Kyle continued.



"I'm not upset about what you did to us. We deserved this," Jessica repeated.



"Since you met me, you've fantasied about fucking me," Kyle went on.



"Since we met, I've fantasized about fucking you," Jessica echoed.



"You want to fuck me now," Kyle stated.



"I want to fuck you now," Jessica said, trying hard to make her voice
sound seductive. She was surprised to find she meant it. Kyle was an
evil bastard, and she'd still cut his throat in a heartbeat, given the
chance. But she also couldn't deny that being here, with her face
pressed to the floor and her pussy presented for Kyle, had her feeling
hot. Really hot. She wanted to fuck. Again, she rationalized it. He
doesn't know I'm still free, she thought. In a way, I'm actually taking
advantage of him. Plus, he thinks I'd never let him fuck me. Once he's
done, he'll be completely convinced the earring worked and I can escape.



"Now," Kyle began, "beg me to fuck you."



"Please," Jessica pleaded. "Please fuck me. Please, I need it. I need
your dick inside me, Master." Jessica was shocked at how easy the words
came.



"Now tell me your a vindictive bitch and a worthless slut," Kyle ordered."



"I'm vindictive bitch," Jessica agreed, nodding her head against the
ground. "And I'm a worthless slut. Please fuck me. I need it. This
worthless slut needs to be fucked." She wagged her ass back and forth,
trying to entice Kyle. All thoughts of escape momentarily fled her mind.
She needed to fuck. To be fucked. She'd plan her escape afterward. That
made sense, she told herself. He's only going to trust me after he
fucks me.



Well," Kyle chucked," since you asked nicely. He got down on his knees
behind Jessica and slid a finger into her pussy. She was sopping wet.



Jessica wagged her ass again. "Please, I need it now," she pled.



Kyle lined his cock up with Jessica's pussy and gently slid in.



"Oh god," Jessica moaned. "How does it feel so good? It can't... it
can't feel this good." She felt a moment of panic as she realized she'd
said that out loud. She couldn't afford to lose control now. But she
relaxed again when she realized there was no real harm done. What she'd
said sounded more or less in character.



Kyle grabbed Jessica's hips and pulled her back into every thrust.



"Ohhhh fuck," Jessica moaned. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." This was the best sex
she'd ever had. By far. And it was with someone she loathed. Someone who
wanted to destroy who she was. For a brief moment she contemplated
making her move now. Surely Kyle was off his guard. But, fuck, this
feeling... She couldn't bring herself to let go of this feeling. She
needed it. She had to have more of it.



"You're quite the fuck, Jess," Kyle interjected. "Don't you wish we'd done this a long time ago?" he asked.



"Yesssss," Jessica moaned. "Should have done this before." It was
getting harder for her to be sure whether she was just playing along or
meant what she said.



"I own you," Kyle stated. "I own you mind, body, and soul."



"Oh yes, Master," Jessica agreed. God that sounds hot, she thought. I
wish there was some way that could be true... just for this, just while
we fuck.



"Tell me you're my bimbo slut," Kyle commanded.



Jessica hesitated. Calling herself a bimbo went against everything she believed.



"Tell me you're my bimbo slut or I stop fucking you," Kyle threatened.



"I'm you're bimbo slut!" Jessica exclaimed. "I'm your bimbo slut, Master. Just... just keep fucking me," she pleaded.



Kyle let go of Jessica's hips and she continued throwing her hips back against him with each thrust without his help.



God, she thought. This is... this is the best I've ever felt in my life.
After I escape, how am I ever going to get over this feeling? Jessica
had experimented with a little cocaine in college. It was nothing
compared to this.



Kyle picked up his pace. "I'm going to cum, Jess," he informed her. "I'm going to cum in your pussy. Tell me you want in."



"I want it," she begged. "I want you to cum in me. Please, Master, fill me up."



"When I cum," Kyle continued, "you're going to have the most mind-blowingly powerful orgasm of your life," he ordered.



"Yes... Ohh... Yes, Master," Jessica stammered, only half aware of what
Kyle was saying as she grew more consumed by the pleasure.



Kyle thrust forcefully into Jessica a few more times before exploding inside her.



Jessica's jaw dropped and her eyes went wide. She felt as if her body
was melting while her brain fried. She was completely consumed by
pleasure. All thoughts of where she was or what was happening fled her
mind as she basked in the overwhelming euphoria.



As the feeling slowly began to fade and Jessica's capacity to think
returned, she came to a disturbing realization: she needed that feeling
again. She would do anything to get it. Anything.



Jessica looked at Nicole, Claire, and Erika. Nicole continued going down
on Erika, who appeared to be enjoying it. Claire stood nearby,
apparently oblivious to everything happening around her. Jessica felt a
pang of guilt as she made another realization: she needed the feeling of
fucking Kyle more than she needed her friends.


"You did well, Jess," Kyle complimented. "As long as you're my slave, I think we'll have a whole lot of fun together."



As long as I'm his slave, Jessica thought. If I escape... If Kyle goes
to jail... I can't get that feeling back. She felt panic at the thought.



"I'm going to go clean up," Kyle informed the women. "When I come back, I
expect to find all four of you lined up and kneeling on the floor with
your heads bowed, looking like the slaves you are." He then walked out
of the room.

Nicole and Claire mindlessly knelt side-by-side on the floor and bowed their heads. They had no thoughts except obeying Kyle.



Erika knelt beside them, grinning. She bowed her head as ordered, but
also reached down and began rubbing her pussy, clearly excited by the
thought of what would happen when Kyle returned.



Jessica froze. This was it. She could leave. She darted to a door that
led out of the building. She tried the handle. It was unlocked! She
opened the door. Then she stopped.



If she left now, she'd be leaving that feeling behind. Forever. She knew
deep down she'd never feel the same way with another man. She didn't
understand how she knew it. But she did.



I have to leave, Jessica thought. If I stay, I'll be his slave. I can't
be a slave! But mmmmmm. She closed her eyes as she remembered the
feeling of Kyle's cock inside her. She needed that again. Was being a
slave really that bad, so long as she could have that feeling? Kyle
would take care of her. All she'd have to worry about in life was
getting that feeling as often as she could. She looked through the door
to the outside world, then closed it. She hated Kyle for what he'd done
to her friends. For what he'd tried to do to her. More than that, she
hated herself for not running. She hated herself for what she was about
to do. She was going to pretend to be a slave just so she could keep
fucking Kyle. That monster Kyle, who'd destroyed her life and stolen the
minds of her closest friends. But she needed that feeling. She needed
the feeling more than she needed self respect.



Jessica slowly crossed the room to the other girls. She paused, then
knelt beside them and lowered her head. She was going to be Kyle's
slave. She told herself she'd still escape. Maybe once she'd had her
fill of sex with Kyle. Maybe once she'd worked out a way to free her
friends' minds. But her heart wasn't in it anymore. What she really
wanted was for Kyle to come back and fuck her again.



Meanwhile, Kyle sat in front of a security monitor in the next room,
grinning. He watched on the screen as Jessica struggled internally
before kneeling beside the other girls. He was content to simply take
the minds of Nicole, Claire, and Erika. Making them slaves was
punishment enough for their role in his firing. But Jessica was the real
reason he'd been forced out of the company. It was her idea to fire
him, and she'd pressured the other girls into going along with it. Her
punishment had to be special. And now he'd pulled it off. Contrary to
Jessica's belief, the earring had worked perfectly. Jessica was his
slave now, as surely as the other girls were. But she was convinced she
stayed with Kyle of her own free will, and she hated herself for it. She
would live the rest of her life believing she had the ability to free
herself, but lacked the strength to do so. She would forever crave
pleasure from the man she hated most in the world. That was her
fate—slavery and perpetual self-loathing.



Kyle walked back into the room with the women. "Now, what shall we do next, my slaves?" he asked.

By MCTALES