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Over the next couple of days at work, Addie was all nerves: looking up every time anyone passed her door to see if it was Jack, hoping it was, but at the same time dreading seeing him, and running imagined conversations through her head.

She was keeping tabs on Jack remotely, via his internet usage, and was not surprised to see him returning to his favourite erotic fiction site. What was new, though, was that he created an account (he was now "TheJackal"), and then uploaded a story: Doing IT. It was, of course, a description of their recent encounter, from his perspective. It was written without any identifying details, although he did say in his preface that it was a true story. Addie tried to read it, but found it much too distracting for the workplace, and decided to read it later at home.

That night in bed, Addie fired up her laptop and accessed Doing IT again. It was short, poorly written and mechanical, and it was only her connection to the story that gave it its erotic impact, but what an impact. Jack now believed she was under his spell. He believed he had violated her and circumvented her conscious discretion. He had used her like a sex slave, totally failing to grasp that it had been her idea in the first place! She read the story over and over again, while masturbating with the intensity of a teenager.

Only an hour and five orgasms later did she notice the reader comments posted under the story. It already had eight comments! Wow; how many people were reading this? Most of the comments were up to anonymous's usual standard: "cool story bro", from Marauder, "very nice story, keep writing!" from Pink_Ink69, "MAI DIK HAZ A HARD" from FapCat, that sort of thing. The most recent comment was quite interesting though. It was from a reader called TheRector: "I believe u when u say this really happened. Do u think u can put her under again? U should take requests!! My first request is, I want u 2 buttfuck her, and then come back and describe it all 2 us in gloryous detail."

Yikes. Would he? If so, how much would it hurt? She was suddenly rather worried. She'd never put anything into her ass before (and certainly neither had anyone else). She fished around in her drawers for her rarely-used vibrator, dipped it into her still-soaked pussy to lubricate it, and then positioned it at her anus. She tried a few awkward positions, and eventually lay on her belly, reaching behind to manipulate the vibrator. It still felt dry, so she spat on it and tried again. It was painful when she tried to force it in. Patiently, though, and with more spit, she was able to inch the device slowly past her sphincter, and gradually relax. That was encouraging. Still, this wasn't quite "buttfucking" yet, and when she tried to push the vibrator in and out with any kind of rhythm, she involuntarily and painfully clenched down on it again.

Instead she left the vibrator inserted about four inches up her ass and kept it still, while she reached under herself to stimulate her raw clitoris again. At first it was more uncomfortable than exciting, but then she thought of all the people out there in internet land, reading about her first encounter with Jack, waiting to read about another one. She wanted to let Jack screw her ass; he would come, then he would write it up and post it, then hundreds of other guys, all over the world, would read about it and jack off, thinking about screwing a hypnotised Addie. Really, she was turning them all on. She was like a sex goddess, responsible for all that desire and a bucket full of semen. She imagined that bucket full of hot, gooey semen jetting into her ass, in a raging torrent.

When Addie started to come, some lustful instinct drove her left hand to plunge the vibrator recklessly in and out of her ass, while her right hand rubbed the bejeezus out of her clitoris. The orgasm went on and on, and when it finally ground to a halt, she hardly knew who she was. She just lay there, stunned. Her hand relaxed its grip on the vibrator, and her bowels pushed it out. Several minutes passed before she could get up to clean herself in the shower.

Though it was late and she had exhausted herself, she tried to think things through. It seemed that she could enjoy anal sex, if it were taken slowly—in fact, that orgasm was quite definitely the hugest she'd ever had. But would Jack take it slowly?

She went back to bed and reloaded the page. A quarter of an hour ago, Jack had replied to TheRector saying that he would sodomise her at the earliest opportunity, and report back! Addie quickly created an account under the name HypnoLord, and commented thus: "Be careful though. If you hurt her she might wake up. That happened to my friend and he did a few years in the big house. You need to take your time, start with a finger, use LOTS of lube, play with her clit, make sure she's relaxed. A hypnotised honey cumming hard while I shaft her rear end is my favourite thing, it just doesn't get any better." Carrot and stick.

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The next day, Addie went to work in her tight-fitting jeans. She told herself that, if this were going to happen, she'd rather it happen soon, while her courage lasted. Really, though, it was just that since last night, the idea of Jack buggering her was all she could think about. She was nervous, but hoped Jack would see her comment and act on it. She had a couple of opportunities to flaunt her ass to Jack during the day, including once when she'd been walking past his open door and stopped to talk to another coworker. She'd taken care to position herself with her back to Jack, and the coworker was not in line with Jack and the doorway, so Jack was pretty much guaranteed to be staring at her ass. She shifted her weight from hip to hip while she spoke, and could barely concentrate on her conversation.

From about five, Jack wasn't working at all. Addie had developed quite a habit of watching his internet usage, and he was now simply reading stories, presumably waiting for everyone else to go home. By half past six, the last of the others had called it a day, and Jack appeared in her office door, saying, "Oh, hi Addie. Hey, I don't suppose you've ever been to Stockholm?"

Addie took a deep breath, dropped her arms to her sides, adopted a blank expression, and asked, "What are your instructions?"

"Take off your clothes," said Jack, closing the door.

Addie pulled off her socks and dropped them next to her desk. Then she unbuttoned her top and pulled it off. Jack's gaze was locked on her lacey bra as she stood up. She turned away from him to unzip her jeans, and slowly pulled them down over her shapely rear, bending as she pushed them down over her legs. She stood to step out of them, turning back toward Jack. The material of her bra tickled her stiff nipples as she drew it off, and then they sprang free. Jack's face had turned red. Addie slipped out of her panties and stood, staring blankly into space.

"Addie, stand over here and bend over your desk," Jack instructed. When she was in position, he added, "Good. Now reach down with your right hand and start rubbing your clit."

Oh, thought Addie, so I'm going to need to do this myself? Fair enough, I guess ... I am supposed to be a sex slave. As long as he takes the penetration slowly, it should be okay.

"As you masturbate, you will grow more aroused and more relaxed. You will grow very excited, and you will enjoy me watching you masturbate." As Jack spoke, Addie heard a lid snap open. The slimy squirt of lubricant felt ice-cold when it first fell on her anus, but soon warmed up as Jack spread it around. She felt his finger tracing circles around her hole, and then gradually starting to press inward. His finger traced a figure-8 over her ring, and pressed slightly harder and deeper on each pass. Very slowly her sphincter relaxed; very slowly he worked his finger inward. Addie's back arched as her body surrendered to the indecent new sensation.

Addie dipped her fingers between her lips with a quiet moan, and returned to her clitoris. As she flicked, circled and squeezed it, she felt Jack starting to push another finger through her anus. Soon two fingers were slowly driving in and out of her, and again her muscles grew relaxed around them.

Jack pulled out his fingers. Addie anticipated the assault with apprehension and arousal. She felt his penis hot and rock-hard against her anus. He pressed inward, and her sphincter squeezed shut involuntarily. He pulled back a little and drew his glans upward, through the lubricated groove between her cheeks, and then downward again to press against her tight hole. He repeated this motion a few times, and with each return to her anus, she was a little more relaxed, and he drove a little deeper, until finally her sphincter reopened to admit him. He gradually pressed inward. The now fervid motion of her hand on her clitoris spurred waves of pleasure, which leapt dizzyingly to her anus, and to every part of her body, and washed back to her centre, like echoes in a canyon.

Jack put his hands on Addie's hips and began making slow, shallow thrusts. Each thrust inward was a new invasion; she was exposed, vulnerable, like a rabbit frozen in headlights. Each withdrawal consumed her with a helpless pleasure, like sinking into a warm bath after a day in the snow. Jack's thrusts gradually accelerated and deepened, and Addie scarcely noticed that she was now moving in time with them, arching her back and pushing against each violation. A bright, raw spark of pleasure kindled within her and grew to a flame. She marvelled that Jack was unwittingly following her exact instructions, playing out the short script she had written as HypnoLord. The flame rose to an incandescent blaze, and finally exploded. Addie rocked primally and lowed like an ox, as Jack's paced quickened. Her orgasm was relentless, unbearable, interminable. Finally Jack crashed against her buttocks, corkscrewed slightly clockwise, pulled her hips forcefully back against him, and shot jet after jet into her colon.

Jack was still for a minute and then slowly pulled his softening organ from out of Addie, causing her to shudder. He produced some wet wipes and cleaned them both up, and he was surprisingly gentle and thorough with Addie. "That was very good. Now put your clothes back on."

Addie tentatively reclaimed control of her muscles, and rose and dressed.

"You will remember none of what just happened. You will remain hypnotised for five minutes, and then wake up. You will think you have been working all this time. Do you understand?"

"Yes," said Addie, and Jack slunk off.

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Unease ambushed Addie as she saw the expression on Jack's face. A moment ago, Mr Dunsany had phoned her and asked her to step into his office, but on arriving, she had seen that Jack was also there, not looking remotely at ease.

"Hello Jack. What can I do for you, Mr Dunsany?" asked Addie brightly.

"It seems a delicate situation has arisen. We're going to need you to do something," said Mr Dunsany.

Do something, thought Addie? As if I normally just sit in my office playing minesweeper? She didn't like the sound of this; Mr Dunsany normally got right to the point. And why was Jack here? "Okay. Well, what's the situation? What do you need me to do?"

"Perhaps it's best if Jack explains," smiled Mr Dunsany, turning to Jack.

Jack looked nervously from Mr Dunsany to Addie, and cleared his throat. "We're going to need you to ... um ... go to Stockholm."

What the fuck? Was Jack that fucking dumb as to tell the boss about it? Her face was burning. What the hell could she do now? She panicked, and all she could think of to say was, "What are your instructions?"

"Well, well, Jack! I am impressed," said Mr Dunsany, staring lustily at Addie. "Can I give her a try? Assuming you don't mind, of course!"

Jack swallowed and said, "Addie, you are now in a state of hypnosis. As long as you remain in this state, you must do whatever Mr Dunsany says. Do you understand?"

"Yes," conceded Addie.

"Well thank you, Jack," said Mr Dunsany. "Lock my door on the way out, will you?"

The next two hours were more humiliating than anything Addie had ever expected to endure. Mr Dunsany simply unzipped his fly, revealing a very large and very ugly phallus. Addie was required to kneel under his desk and fellate him, while he blithely went about his day, tapping away at his computer, making phone calls, and periodically farting abhorrently. Addie persevered unenthusiastically while on the phone he fought with his wife, talked dirty with some other woman and brownnosed to his overlords at head office. Between calls he hectored Addie to take him further into her mouth. Every now and then, without warning, he would thrust upward, making Addie gag while knocking the back of her head against the underside of his desk.

She had never thought very highly of Mr Dunsany, but until today they had mostly operated in separate spheres. Now, a mighty hatred of this vile man took root in Addie's heart. She had to admit that she had put herself in a compromising position with Jack, but Jack she thought she could handle. True, she hadn't expected him to discuss their affair so freely. It was apparent that Jack was already regretting Mr Dunsany's having pried it out of him, but she would need to work on that, and make sure he was scared to mention it to anyone else.

As for Mr Dunsany, though, this was absolutely intolerable. She dared not stop now—there was no predicting how he'd react if she came clean about the hypnosis—but she would most certainly get back at him somehow.

After an eternity of slobbering fruitlessly at this horrid middle-aged pecker, Addie heard the robotic grunts and soulless rhythmic gasps of bad internet porn coming quietly from the computer, and Mr Dunsany leant back in his chair. It still wasn't quick, as her tormentor was aging and oversexed, but at long last he grasped her head, thrust his huge pork sword right to the back of her mouth, and choked her grievously with an acrid explosion of semen. You will pay for this, vowed Addie, swallowing the mucose mess and suffering through one last fetid fart.

"Well you are quite the little fuck toy. Good for something after all, hmm?" Mr Dunsany chuckled and shook his head while zipping up his trousers. "I wouldn't mind another round, I think. Addie, this coming Saturday night, at six in the evening, you will return to this state of hypnosis, get in your car alone, and drive to my beachhouse." He made her memorise the address and directions. "You will arrive clean, fed, hypnotised and willing to do whatever I command."

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Certainly Addie considered standing him up. She had no desire to suffer Mr Dunsany's abuse again, and she feared that, in the privacy of a secluded beachhouse, he would degrade her even more thoroughly. Unfortunately, though, she could hardly avoid him indefinitely; he was her boss! And she had a plan. It was an extreme plan, and relied on an opportunity she couldn't be sure she'd have, but she could see no other way to put things right and get control of her life back. She took a deep breath as she pulled her car into the beachhouse driveway. She steeled herself, adopted a clichéd blank stare, and knocked.

Mr Dunsany opened the door and told her to come in. Unceremoniously he ordered her to strip off. Then he led her into the kitchen, told her to get him a beer and cook him some dinner, and sat down to watch. He simply sat there and ogled her, as shameless as a schoolboy, while she sullenly prepared a meal for one from the well-stocked kitchen. Then he bade her sit by him and feed him with one hand while rubbing his cock with lotion with the other hand. This was exhausting, quite apart from the debasement of it, and she was almost relieved when he finally finished his meal and told her to lie on the bed.

"Face down, slave," ordered Mr Dunsany, as Addie climbed onto the bed. Not expecting him to be gentle, and knowing his size, she dreaded his choice of orifice. Sure enough, when he had positioned his Shaikorthian frame above her, she felt him bearing down on her anus. She tried to relax her muscles, but reeled with pain as Mr Dunsany immediately crashed his lotioned organ straight into her.

"You can keep up your pretense if you like, Addie," said Mr Dunsany as his mammoth organ cavalierly ravaged her bowels, "but I'm not as stupid as Jack. I never believed this hypnosis bullshit for a moment. I just manoeuvred you into a corner, that's all." Addie whimpered, but there was no point in arguing, nor in struggling; Mr Dunsany's great bulk had her entirely immobilised, and he would probably only relish the resistance. His strokes grew longer and more forceful; he drew his shaft out entirely until her ring puckered sorely over the tip, and then drove back into her, pushing his full length relentlessly into her guts. She knew he was screwing her slowly, not out of any concern for her abused flesh, but just to prolong his pleasure and her humiliation. The lotion soon dried out, and he simply thrust harder, sawing in and out, pulling painfully at her tender innards.

"You think you're such a genius, with your fancy degrees and computer wizardry." Through the fog of pain, she thought she was starting to hear a slight slur in his words. As the onslaught continued, Mr Dunsany started to sweat profusely, and a small amount thankfully made its way into her rectum to ease the friction somewhat. "But now here you are with my big dick in your pretty little ass, and you can't do a fucking thing about it," he slurred. His strokes accelerated, and he pounded harder and deeper all the while, until with every crash of his pelvis against her rear, she literally saw stars. Finally he crescendoed with a stricken gasp. She felt him clutch at his heart behind her.

"Except poison your dinner, you sick fuck," spat out Addie.

"What?!? You little bitch!" Mr Dunsany wheezed, circling her neck with his hands as if to strangle her. Before he was able to hurt this new part of her anatomy, his strength rapidly ebbed, and then he subsided altogether, with a death rattle in her ear. As his body went limp, his bladder released, flooding her bowels with one final posthumous insult.

The difficult struggle to extricate herself from underneath her dead boss was the most macabre of her life. Her bowels contained a mix of urine, semen, and probably feces and blood, which would surely have Forensics asking all the right questions if she spilt it here on the mattress. Reaching behind her, she pushed her hand in between their bodies, grasped the corpse's phallus and gently pulled in out of her backside. She squeezed her anus tightly over the glans as she pulled it out, somehow holding back the heaving tide despite intense churning pains and waves of nausea. Heroically she held it in while slithering out from underneath the carcass and waddling to the toilet, and her relief on reaching it was mighty.

Addie put on the gloves she had brought and started cleaning up. First she showered and dressed. Then she washed all of the dishes very thoroughly, dried them and put them away, and also rubbed down the few surfaces she had been compelled to touch with her fingers. Next she washed and dressed Mr Dunsany's body. She found a wheeled office chair in the study, managed to roll the body onto it, and wheeled in out onto the balcony. She dumped the body onto the balcony floor and it flopped through the gap under the lower of the two railings, over the edge, and down into the pewter-coloured sea far below. Then she drove home and crawled into bed to rest her weary body.

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