Korrupting Kayla Pt. 03

"Keep going." Suck Pet commanded.

Kayla moved the mouse erratically as the vibrator throbbed in her cunt. She watched a video of Rhonda with a cock in her ass, another in her pussy and a line of men stepping up to spray her face with cum. She had another orgasm as she tagged this one. After the second orgasm, the vibrator turned to a low setting, just enough that it teased her wet hole, without inducing any orgasms.

"I think you'll do fine," Suck Pet said, and patted her shoulder.

The girl walked back to her desk. Kayla wasn't sure what she was supposed to do about the vibrating toy. It was very pleasant, though teasing, distracting. She tried to focus on her work, afraid of breaking more rules. She finished Rhonda, and clicked "Compile," then went to the break room for another bottle of Obsequium, the toy vibrating pleasurably inside of her the whole while. She drank, and started working on Megan Carlisle, a redhead with gigantic tits.

Through the morning, she combed the profiles and dating sites of dozens of women. The vibrator in her panties, combined with the pornographic images and videos, had her so on edge by the 17th girl that as soon as the vibrator's intensity increased, she had a tremendous orgasm that seemed to last for minutes. She could feel her cunt gushing fluid, and for a moment she was afraid that she'd peed herself. She gripped the arms of her chair tightly as her legs clamped together and shook. The vibrator stopped, and it took her some time to recover her wits enough to sit up in her chair, flushed with embarrassment. She noticed Suck Pet grinning at her, enjoying her game. Kayla's shorts had a large wet spot in the front of them, where she'd been spurting slut honey for the last few hours. She steeled herself, and went back to her work.

She had just finished her 30th alleged victim when Suck Pet's hand touched her shoulder.

"Lunch time," she said, "do you want a change of shorts?" She smiled deviously at Kayla, who blushed furiously, and nodded.

Suck Pet led her back to the closet, where she picked out a new pair of ultra-tight spandex shorts for Kayla to wear. These had the word, "Toy" written across her crotch in sparkly pink letters. Kayla stared at them, aghast, but Suck Pet's face was serious. Kayla stripped off the soaked shorts she'd been wearing, and slid the new ones on, struggling to get them over her round bottom. At last, she had them on.

"You remember how to get to the orientation room?" Suck Pet asked.

Kayla nodded.

"Great! Get yourself some lunch. Orientation will start at 1:30. Don't be late." She grinned devilishly.

Kayla promised herself she would not be late. No more breaking any rules for her. Though her stomach was grumbling, the thought of leaving the office in tiny shorts that said "Toy" across her crotch, and a shirt about to burst off of her, displaying "Put a Baby in Me," seemed like a good way to get raped if she went anywhere public. Then, she'd be combing her own profiles, tagging photos of herself. Not that she had any dirty photos to tag, but if anyone saw what she was wearing, they'd think she was a cock-tease. She was rape bait. She was a slut with too much cock on the brain, and a wet cunt in need of fucking.

"Is there a cafeteria, or something?" Kayla asked.

Suck Pet nodded, "First floor. Toward the back of the building. Just ask Honey Cunt, if you need help."

Kayla took the elevator to the first floor, where she followed the signs to the cafeteria. The room was quite crowded, full of women in skimpy clothes. There were no men. Kayla thought that was a bit odd, but then everything at DomCo was a bit odd. She stood in line and waited, scrolling through her Facebook feed. After spending the entire morning looking at other girl's profiles, she began to notice just how many risque photos people were posting. Seemingly every post she came across was girls in bikinis. Girls in lingerie. Girls with their tits falling out of their tops, or tiny skirts, booty shorts.

She looked at her own boring profile with last year's yearbook photo. She'd worn an ivory sweater that covered her to the neck, and a little bow in her curly brown hair. Compared with the mental image of what she must look like right now, the girl on Facebook was a stranger. Everyone else's profiles had pictures of parties, beaches, road trips. Hers showed books, or drawings she'd done. It seemed silly. She looked at the other girls, many of which had their faces bent to phone screens, as well. She held her phone out, snapped a selfie, and uploaded it.

In the photo, her curly hair spilled about her shoulders, a stray lock covering one eye. It looked sexy. The ridiculous shirt stretched across her big tits, "Put a Baby in Me" clearly visible. Her cleavage looked mouth-watering, and her flat tummy begged to be kissed. She stared at the photo. The sexy girl had a vibrator in her cunt, and no one else knew. Her brother had jerked off his cock on her belly while her mother had rubbed her snatch, but no one knew. The sexy girl in the photo was her. She looked at the stupid girl in the sweater, a bow in her hair, and scoffed.

A moment later, she saw a comment on her photo from Tiffany, reading "OMG! You are delicious!" It received a like. Kayla moved through the line. By the time she took a tray, there were a dozen likes and comments.

"Kayla? When did you get hot?" *Liked*

"That's so trashy. I thought you were better than that. :(" *Unfriended*

"Holy mother of tits!" *Liked*

"Where did you get the shirt? That's so hot!" *Liked*

"I would bathe in your sweat!" *Liked*

"What a f'in slut. So trashy." *Liked & Unfriended*

She tucked her phone back in her purse, and put food on her tray, grabbed a bottle of Obsequium, made it to the cashier, paid, and took a table alone in a corner. She ate robotically, as she stared at the milling throng of half-naked women, wondering what her life had become. Less than two weeks ago, she was the girl in the ivory sweater. Now, she had a vibrator up her twat, and she'd had half a dozen orgasms before lunch. She tried to puzzle it through, sure that there was something strange about it all, but her head felt too warm and fuzzy to think too hard about anything.

At ten minutes past 1:00, she discarded her tray and started down to the orientation room. She was 15 minutes early. Her badge opened the door to the room, and she used the extra time to walk back to the restrooms. Again, her badge would not open the door marked "People". She walked into the women's room, relieved herself, and sat through two orgasms that left her shaky and sweating. She pulled her company-issued panties back up, sliding the vibrator back into her sopping pussy. Then, Obsequium in hand, she waited the last few moments at the table with her hands folded, and her study guide in front of her. At precisely 1:30, Honey Cunt entered the room and beamed.

"Hey!" She said merrily, "Your outfit is to die for, Sugar! That is so cute! Much better than those old rags you were wearing this morning."

"Thank you." Kayla answered sedately.

"Ready to start?" Honey asked.

Kayla Nodded.

Honey turned on the big TV, scrolled through the programs and then handed Kayla the remote.

"You can just leave the remote when you're finished," Honey said, "It will take about 2 hours. This program has some interactive components, so don't doze off." She grinned.

Honey left the room. Kayla aimed the laser pointer in the remote at the "Play" button, and the video began. The DomCo logo faded into the screen, followed by the familiar slogan. The screen flickered, and Kayla felt her vision blur for a second, then, there was a series of gentle waves accompanied by a pitched whine. It reminded her of the sound from her MP3 player. She felt relaxed, and drank from her bottle. In the corner of the screen, white letters appeared, which read, "Insertion device detected. Connecting...Connected". Kayla felt a small pulse from the vibrator in her cunt and jumped a bit in shock. She settled back down into her seat. Had the TV really just connected to the vibrator? Why?

A gorgeous blonde woman strolled onto the screen. Her tits were on display in a top that was far too small for her, and her long legs were like sex walking beneath her tiny skirt. She wore fishnet stockings and a pair of glossy, red heels that matched her lipstick.

"Welcome to orientation," she said, her voice lusty, hypnotic. Kayla could have listened to her read ingredient labels all day and it would have sounded like sex. "Today, we're going to cover workplace etiquette," She said happily, and giggled.

The woman strode across the black background, heels clicking, ass swaying, until she stood in front of a tall man in a dark blue suit. The man's face was offscreen. The woman had to look up at him.

"Proper workplace behavior is sooo important to the morale and well-being of every employee," She said, "so in this lesson we're going to cover some dos and don'ts to help you along. After all, breaking rules will get you disciplined, and no one likes that." She grinned, ruefully, "Well, maybe not no one!" She winked, continued, "Now pay attention, as there will be a quiz!"

The scene faded out, and then faded into an office that looked similar to the bullpen in which Kayla worked. The blonde woman worked at her desk. The man in the suit called to her from his office. She got up and went to him. Kayla noted that the woman's skirt seemed longer than before. It was almost to her knees. The woman went into the office, where the man turned to her.

"Kitten Tits," He said, "I couldn't help but notice that your skirt seems entirely inappropriate."

"Oh," the woman said, "I'm so sorry, Sir. I wasn't thinking when I got dressed this morning. I've had so much laundry to catch up on."

"Yes, I know that thinking can be very difficult for you," the man said, "but rules are rules. You'll need to be disciplined, and if you don't have a change of clothes, we'll find you something more appropriate."

"I understand, Sir." the woman said.

"Please bend over the desk," the man instructed.

The woman did. The man pulled her skirt up over her ass. She wasn't wearing panties. The man proceeded to spank the woman's bottom several times, until it was red all over. She blubbered about it. Kayla couldn't help but remember her own brief brush with the dress code.

"Now, I've taken it easy on you, since you didn't wear panties. That was good. Let's go find you something more appropriate for the office."

The woman wiped at her smeared eyeshadow as they left the office. The video faded to black, and a question appeared on the screen.

"Workplace rules should be followed at all times. Select Yes or No."

Kayla pointed the laser at yes and clicked. The word turned green. The vibrator in her cunt turned on to a very low setting. She gasped. It felt good. She drank from her bottle and felt warm and wet. Another question appeared on the screen.

"The woman's attire was inappropriate for the workplace. Select Yes or No."

Kayla selected "Yes". The vibrator increased in intensity, and she parted her legs.

"The Master's actions were inappropriate. Select Yes or No."

No. The intensity increased, and Kayla squirmed in her chair. Fuck, it felt so good!

"Select the response that best fits the example:

1: I should be disciplined routinely for my own good.

2: There is no such thing as "inappropriate touching".

3: Roles and rules are meant to be followed. I need to know my place.

4: I expect to be disciplined, however necessary, when I don't behave properly."

Kayla thought for a moment, but it was difficult with the vibrator thrumming in her cunt, pushing her closer to an orgasm. She tried to read the words again, decide what the right answer was. Her head felt like cotton, though, and she was sluggish. She just wanted to concentrate on the feelings in her fuckhole. She selected number 4, and was pleased when the answer turned green. The vibration increased.

A picture-in-picture window appeared in the corner of the screen. It showed her spread legs, the bold outline of her horny pussy lips easily visible in the tight shorts. Part of the word "Toy" was visible. Another window appeared and showed her heaving tits in the slutty top, and a third displayed her face, eyes glazed as the sensations in her pussy overwhelmed her body. The pitched whine started up again, and the word "Slut" flashed over her face on the TV. The vibrations increased. The word "Cum" flashed across the TV, and Kayla came in her chair. She could see her hips bucking, the wet spot in her shorts growing as she gushed slut slime into her panties. She moaned loudly, pinching her hard nipples through her shirt. The vibrations tapered off, until the vibrator settled to a barely detectable hum, once again.

The picture-in-picture images winked out. The scene faded back in. Kayla tried to sit upright in her chair and pay attention, but it was very difficult with her recent orgasm, and the continued vibration. The scene on the TV now showed the man and woman entering a closet filled with clothes, just like the one upstairs. The woman stood, naked from the waist down, as the man looked through the clothes.

"Get on the table, please, and spread your legs." He ordered.

The woman did. The man put something that looked like a metal pair of shorts on the table. Kayla couldn't see what it was, exactly. The woman spread her legs. The man fumbled about in some drawers beneath the table. The camera zoomed in on the woman's spread cunt, and the man began to smear some sort of gel around her fuckhole, and then around her anus, then in her anus with his finger. The woman moaned and squirmed, but didn't stop him. The vibration in Kayla's cunt increased.

Next, the man took a thick, pink vibrator and inserted it into the woman's pussy. Kayla heard her moan as it filled her. Then, he made her hold her legs back, and he pushed a black buttplug into the woman's asshole. She groaned loudly and squirmed back and forth, legs shaking, until the plug was firmly inside her butthole. The man turned the vibrator on, and the woman began to moan more loudly. The vibrator in Kayla's cunt ratcheted up a notch, and she gripped the edge of her chair as she watched.

Oddly enough, the entire scene didn't seem out of place to her now. She'd spent days completely surrounded and engrossed in hardcore porn everywhere she looked. This was just like being at home watching TV. The man fitted the weird metal shorts on the woman, and then locked them in place with a padlock.

"There we are," he said, "That should teach you the value of proper dress."

The woman began to cry, and then she orgasmed, and cried some more.

"Now, now," the man said, "It's only for a few days. You will probably piss yourself several times, but you'll be better for it in the end. A bit of chastity will do you wonders!"

He helped the woman to stand, and then he slapped her face.

"None of those tears now, Kitten Tits. Rules and roles are meant to be followed."

"Yes, Sir. I understand." Kitten Tits said sadly.

The scene faded. Another series of questions began.

"The Master's actions were appropriate. Yes or No."

Yes.

The vibrator intensified, and Kayla bit her lip, clamping her legs together as the feeling drove her crazy.

"Forced chastity is an appropriate disciplinary method. Yes or No."

Yes.

The vibrations increased again. Kayla was having trouble focusing on the words. Her pussy was on the verge of exploding again.

"I am a slut. Yes or No."

The question threw her off. She wasn't a slut. She was a good girl. She'd never even had sex...with a man. But, she was dressed in a slutty outfit with a pair of vibrating panties shoved in her twat. She watched porno all the time. She'd let another girl lick her pussy. She'd let a group of women use her body for their own entertainment. She'd done it to make money, like a prostitute. Her own mother had fingered her fuckhole until she came. Her brother had jerked off on her tummy. She'd orgasmed from being spanked, more than once. A countdown appeared on the screen. She had 5 seconds to select an answer. She didn't want to know what would happen if she ran out of time, so she selected Yes.

The vibrator went crazy, and the picture-in-picture windows winked back on. Her face was a mess of sweat, a mask of pleasure. Her mouth hung open. She gripped the chair hard. Slut. Cum. She came. The vibrator wound down slowly, until it returned to the gentle purring. She lay her head on the cool table top for a moment, but the sound of another scene beginning made her sit upright.

She focused her bleary vision on the TV. The man sat at his desk. There was a strange sound from beneath the desk. Someone choking? It was hard to tell. A few moments passed, and then the man breathed a sigh of relief. A moment later, the woman crawled from beneath the desk, wiping her mouth. She still wore the chastity belt.

"Thank you, Kitten Tits," the man said, "That will be all for now."

Kitten Tits walked, shakily, from the office. The scene ended. The vibrations increased. Kayla wasn't sure she could handle another orgasm so soon. Words appeared on the screen.

"Observation. What occurred in the scene:

1: Kitten Tits was eating lunch under the desk.

2: Kitten Tits was choking on her tears, because she had been naughty.

3: Kitten Tits was providing oral satisfaction to her Master.

4: Kitten Tits was shining her Master's shoes."

The vibrations increased again, pushing Kayla toward her third orgasm within an hour. She read the answers again. Based on the sounds Kitten Tits had been making, it sure looked to Kayla like she was sucking the man's penis under the desk. She certainly didn't see any signs of lunch. It was probable that answer two was correct, though. Kitten Tits had been naughty, and she was crying. She could have simply been choking on her own tears. The vibrator increased. Kayla selected number three. She had to have been sucking his penis. She just had to be!

Kayla selected 3. The words buzzed an angry red. The vibrator stopped and discharged an electric shock inside her cunt. Kayla screamed, more from surprise than real pain. She yanked the terrible panties down her legs, the sound of her wet cunt audible in the quiet room as the vibrator slid from inside her. The TV screen flashed red and the words, "Insertion device connection lost. Reinsert immediately."

Kayla held the panties and stared at them dumbly. The screen started a countdown. She had 30 seconds. What would happen if she didn't do it? There was nobody to make her do it. There were no guards waiting to hold her down. Suddenly, the screen filled with images of her wet crotch, captured just moments ago. More images of her face as she orgasmed. Even more photos of her being spanked in the office. Her Facebook page appeared alongside it, with a progress bar as the images were uploaded.

Was this really happening? The photos were going to go on Facebook if she didn't put the panties back on? Did she really want to find out? She quickly slid the panties back up her legs. 15 seconds. The vibrator slid back into her twat. At 5 seconds the words, "Connection Established" appeared, and the red screen went away. The words, "Resume Orientation?" appeared on the screen.

Shaking, Kayla walked to the break room and took another drink from the fridge. After a long swallow, she felt more relaxed, but she was shaken. Not only had she done something the company didn't like, apparently, but they could do things to her to make her comply. It should have frightened her, she knew, but it was hard to feel afraid when her head and pussy were so hot. She returned to the table, sat down, and resumed her orientation.

It was nearly four in the afternoon when the orientation program finished. Kayla counted four more orgasms, and two shocks to her twat. She was a quivering mess, sweaty, her crotch soaked, her brain in a fog of lust and confusion. Numbly, she set the remote on the table and walked back to the elevator. She took it up to the lobby, where Honey waved her over to the front desk.