Why I Love My Job Ch. 07

"Not a good idea," I said.

"I know. But a very tempting one. I got curious and tried the toys all at once, without any drugs. I was trapped for an hour and for the last half hour I came non-stop. It's like perfect masturbation but you can't stop it. When the manacles opened I fell to the floor and couldn't move. I can't imagine what would have happened if I'd been on a drug."

"It's a sex AI," Eric said. "You have to be rich to own one and most of them are designed to only be usable once a week. Company men who travel sometimes get them for their wives."

I took Cheryl by the hair and marched her over to the X, and manually locked her in. Then I applied the blindfold, and got a vial of the drug out.

"No goggles for you. And don't get too attached to that vibrator because it's in the way of what Eric and I have in mind for you."

I adjusted a control on the vibrator. I heard a low hum, and then she moaned, softly. Eric smiled, and ran his fingernails over her bare belly. Her lips parted, invitingly.

"I have your drug," I told her. "But you have to ask. In fact you have to learn to beg. Do you want your drug, Miss Cheryl?"

"Yes sir. Yes, please."

I walked over and toyed with her nipple until it was an aching strawberry. "That's not good enough, slut. Can't you beg better than that?"

"Please, sir. Please. I want it so bad. I need it. Please sir, I'm begging, I want it on me so I can be a good obedient girl for you both. Make me your hot little toy. Please sir, please!"

I turned the vibrator up a little as a reward, and then started toying with her other nipple. Eric traced a fingertip along her lower lip. I hadn't mentioned the kiss thing to him – he'd figure it out on his own, soon enough.

Eric pulled her lower lip down, gently, making her look – and I guessed feel –like slutty fuckbait. "Are you a worthless fuckslut, Cheryl? Will you do anything – anything at all – for cock after cock?"

She whimpered. I turned the vibrator up, and she shook from head to toe. "Don't- don't make me say that- please sir-"

Eric slapped her nipples, sharply. "You'll say it, and mean it," I snapped.

She moaned. "I'm a... worthless fuckslut. I'll do anything you ask for cock. Oh fuck sir, this thing, it's like it knows me, it's getting me so needy-"

I opened the vial and began painting her nipples. She arched to get more, simpering. I did her lips next. "Don't lick and don't squeeze."

In seconds she was gasping. I pulled her hips towards me and poured the rest of the drug into a little opening in the vibrator, clearly meant for this purpose. The vibration became loud and uneven, and she howled.

"Oh fuck! Not on full! I can't stand it! Oh fuck please!"

We stepped away from her while the dose worked into her.

"Those goggles are creepy," Eric murmured. "I've heard of them but never seen one. The AI learns the woman's fetishes –with that vibrator inside her it, can measure her responses directly, moment by moment. It can compose little audio adventures tailored to her desires as it learns them, it can do edge play perfectly, give her little subliminal messages. And it can report everything it learned, if you have the key. Rumor says they can be programmed to actually teach women new fetishes and desires. Addictive as hell. There's a reason they're designed to only work once a week."

"I doubt very much hers has that limit. Let's agree she doesn't get to put the goggles on. It makes me feel a little... replaceable."

Eric chuckled. "I don't think men will be going out of fashion anytime soon. Women crave pleasing men. Toys can't give them that. That vibrator is coming out soon. I have a cock and hands for what she needs. I do like the Saint Andrew's Cross though. She's fucking hot, moaning and bound like that..."

The remote in my hand beeped, and the Squeeze light was flashing over and over, and faster and faster. Suddenly the little cum light blinked – and instantly the vibration stopped.

"Fuck, no! Not this! Please just use me!"

The vibration started again, slower, then building up. The orgasm light blinked and the vibration stopped again. And started, and stopped. She thrashed, begging again.

Eric raised an eyebrow. "Yeah... that's creepy. I know a girl who has serious fears about the supernatural. Rig her up like that, a little Black X and a whisper in her ear that her new toys are possessed by demons, and she'd come screaming all night... and why is it that women get off so hard on fear?"

"Eric, dude... I do not have that much insight into the soul of women. I get by with a big cock, a big income, and the ruthless macho thing. It works but let's not assume I know a damn thing about the part between the ears. Let's face it, we're better off not knowing."

"Please Masters have mercy," Cheryl sobbed.

"There's not much left between her ears at the moment. She thinks we're doing it to her?"

"The drug hits fast, and I'm sure she has fantasies about cruel men and being edged until she'll willing to do anyone. Because every woman I ever knew did. Her fantasies rule her right now. But we can shape them." I told Eric. "So she's been a bad slave, I think?"

"I had a girlfriend once who was into this. Allow me."

He walked to her. "So... slave. You were caught masturbating... again. No more warnings; now we have to punish you."

"Please Master-"

He slapped her face. "Silence. You're displeasing. You're going to have to earn it all back – words, the right to please men, your own pleasure. If you can't, you'll be given to soldiers and raped and beaten. If you can learn to obey us though, you'll be allowed to give pleasure rather than having it ripped from you. Do you want to give me pleasure, slut?"

"Yes- please- yes-"

"SILENCE! You can nod."

She nodded, frantically. His hands went to her breasts, and he toyed with them, and then removed the top entirely.

"The first way a slave is pleasing is sexiness. Even bound you can make yourself look more fuckable. Lips wet, back arched, hips tilted, legs taut... better. Doesn't that feel more feminine? Making yourself more fuckable has rewards." He pulled the skirt off her, pulled the thong as far down as it would go in her position, and grasped the dildo, shoving it in and out of her. "Do you like feeling this thing fuck you?"

She nodded yes, shuddering.

"Lick your lips again. Keep them wet. Make them fuckable. You only get real cock when you show how desperately you want it, slave. Show me how deep down you want to crawl from cock to cock... that's your deepest fear, isn't it. Deep down you're terrified that you're a slut, a cock-craving desperate pussy on pretty legs, and you want cock after cock and cum-bath after cum-bath, you're afraid we'll find out that you can't turn it off-"

She thrashed towards orgasm. He yanked it out, and then fucked her mouth with his fingers, and then his tongue. I chuckled, darkly. Eric was in for a surprise. She couldn't kiss him back fast enough, hot enough or wet enough and he had no idea what that meant.

My phone beeped. Karin was in the building and was asking if she should make her entrance yet. I checked to make sure that Cheryl's blindfold was in place, and sent back a yes.

Eric let her off the X and gripped her by the throat, dragging her to her hands and knees. He stripped, slid his belt from his pants, folded it over and stroked her ass, gently, with it. I looked at him, frowning. He held up his hand and nodded, indicating wordlessly that he wasn't going to get rough.

"You know what's coming, don't you," he said. "Your whipping. Crawl towards Mr. Gladgrind, rub yourself against him and kiss him... while you take your asswhipping, slut."

"This way, slut," I said. "Find me by my voice." I hauled off my clothing. "Here, slut slut slut. Kiss my feet. That's right. Lick them. Now move upwards... mmm, your breasts around my cock. But keep moving. Find my mouth, slut. Show me how you beg to be used with your lips. Show me your slut nature."

She kissed me, trembling. Eric gave her one across the ass, and she cried out and kissed me more frantically, staying on tiptoes to reach my mouth.

"Grind on him, Miss Cheryl. Do you feel his cock against your belly? Dance against it. Lick his mouth you slut, that's how you beg to be used. This isn't about you, it's about us."

He gave her another. I turned her a little and took a look; her ass was pink, so he wasn't being anywhere near as cruel as I expected. But in her drugged state it was Punishment By Cruel Masters, and she shuddered against me, frantic.

"Let's see what she's like when she only has her mouth," Eric snarled. He grabbed one of her stretchy silk ties, and did her wrists behind her back. Then he forced a kiss from her, forced her mouth against mine, forced it against his own again, then mine again – and gave her another across the ass.

His erection was already massive.

"Kiss him, slut! And ass out, you know you want another whipping-"

Another slap, and then he worked the vibrator in her briefly, and then rubbed his cock against her rounded, stinging ass. I filled my hands with her breasts and pinched down, and then settled my hand in her hair, kissing back roughly. "You'll be raped," I whispered against her lips, adjusting her fantasy a little. She ground back against Eric like a professional services girl, and I hooked two fingers into her, so her grinding would make her masturbate on my hand.

Karin slipped into the room, looked over the three of us, and stopped dead, going very expressionless. Eric glanced over at her, smiled darkly, and stepped back. Cheryl got another across the ass, and she sobbed as she kissed me and shuddered on my hand. Eric gave her another, and her moan was suddenly much more arousal than fear.

I gestured to a bedroom, and Karin nodded and went into it. I slid my two fingers deeper into Cheryl and told her to squeeze down on it, over and over, fast. She started to arch towards orgasm again. I let her get close and removed the fingers.

"Eric's going to play a little game with you," I told her, and she shuddered against me. "You're going to take his cock inside you, and you're going to masturbate, but not come. Please him, not yourself, slave. Show him how much you like being a pleasing, hot fucktoy for a ruthless Master."

I disengaged, and joined Karin in the bedroom.

"Well, fuck," she whispered. "That is something to walk in on." Her eyes moved over me, a little unsteadily, and then looked out through the ajar door again. Cheryl was moaning, over and over, then the choking, probably on his fingers.

"Get your sample," I told Karin.

"Yes sir," she said. She opened the bag over her shoulder, and took out a metal disk. She unscrewed the halves, took out a swab, and ran it over my lips and inside my cheek, and then closed it inside the disk. A touch of a button, and there was a faint hissing sound, as cold vapor suddenly surrounded the disk. She dropped it back in her bag. "Mission accomplished."

"Not quite. You're going to stay and observe. In the name of research. You need to understand her addiction."

"I see," she said, expressionless again. "You... may have a point. But I won't go in there with the two of you. That has to be clear."

"It is. Now sit on the bed and watch."

"Yes, sir," she said softly.

She was wearing a black skirt, mid-thigh length, a dark blue pullover top which fit snugly, and shoes which did not scream "fuck this slut". In other words she looked hot, but not begging for it. I stood next to her, naked and very, very erect. She just stared at Eric and Cheryl, not glancing at me.

Her legs became restless, and then her hands. Her nipples hardened, slowly.

I knelt behind her on the bed, letting my erection press against the back of her neck, and then slid my hands over her breasts. She continued to stare fixedly forward. I felt her breathing accelerate.

"I have a boyfriend," she said, a little unsteadily.

"This isn't about that," I said. "Did you enjoy your time with him after our last meeting?"

"I... did." She said.

"Say thank you."

"You're... rather good at this. The little verbal tricks, the air of authority. Getting me to say Thank You as you touch my breasts... you know that would have an effect on me, don't you."

I could see Eric and Cheryl now. Eric pushed Cheryl to a kneel and then brought her face to the floor, and then got behind her. He'd put the belt around her throat, and his foot on the belt.

I pinched her nipples, gently, though her top in reply to her question. Her legs shifted again, pressing together.

Eric pushed in. Cheryl moved for him, sensuously, clearly desperate to please.

After a long pause, Karin's head began shifting, pressing back against my erection. My pre-cum stained her pretty blonde hair.

"Fuck," she whispered. "He's not going to let her come, is he."

"Knowing Eric, not until she's given up hope and is resigned to just aching. Then he'll force her to come, over and over and over. He'll probably make her fantasize that it's a rape punishment."

I lifted the tight top up past her breasts, and stroked her belly, gently, with my fingernails.

"I can see why she's... addicted...," Karin panted.

I pulled her top the rest of the way off, and then her bra. My throbbing erection pressed against her bare back, and my hands worked her breasts, firmly and just a little cruelly. She was shivering now, shifting back against me in small movements.

"Kick the shoes off," I told her.

"I thought you weren't into feet."

"Do it."

She did.

"Rub your legs together, slowly, as you watch them. Thighs to toes."

She did, and then groaned, softly.

"Slide your hand under the skirt. Rub, through the panties."

Cheryl was pleading now, begging for release. She got her ass slapped, roughly, by Eric's hand. As Karin masturbated, Eric ground against Cheryl, pulled out, and came all over her back. Karin made a tiny whimpering noise.

Slowly, I shifted, curling Karin, then rubbing my cock against her cheek. She trembled, parting her lips, trying not to turn her head, but I stroked it against her, brushing closer and closer to her lips... suddenly she gasped, and her mouth was on me.

Every guy knows it's true: the first time a girl gives it up to you, whether it's sucking or opening her legs or even just saying yes with her eyes, there's a jolt of sexual energy and urgency that you'll never get again until you find another girl. You might be tired of her ten minutes later, but that first moment with each new girl is a high that no drug ever matches. We're wired to take down woman after woman, and nothing matches the reward we get when we succeed. Karin's mouth moving over my cock had me in flames even the drug in my system couldn't beat.

"Good girl," I growled, softly. "I'm going to fuck you, Karin. I'm going to force you to watch Cheryl get ravished over and over, while you masturbate and work my cock with your naked, desperate body. Take everything off, now."

She shuddered, sucking harder, but make no move to remove the skirt. I snarled and rolled her to her belly, and yanked down the zipper at the back. The skirt was torn down and the panties followed. I slapped her ass, once, hard and then knelt her over the bed, facing the pair in the living room. "Masturbate to what you see," I demanded, settling my hand in her hair and adjusting her position. She didn't resist.

Eric had forced Cheryl to her back on the floor, her legs up in the air, his cock crammed into her again and again. He slapped her face and snapped "Come." She moaned, and he slapped again, and again, barking irresistible commands. "Come for me. Come, slut. Come hard. Come again. Come harder!"

I took my cock in hand and ground it up against Karin's slit. She tilted her hips back, begging to be taken, and I obliged her, pushing in ruthlessly, then slamming her against the bed again and again.

Cheryl's belly convulsed, and then her whole body did. Eric pinned her flat and thrust into her until her orgasm made her scream, and then gushed inside her. Karin's animal whimpers became frantic, she tilted even further to take me deeper. Ruthlessly I pulled back on her hair. I could do this all night, and even though I knew she was trying to fight the orgasm, I watched her body slowly, slowly tighten, growing more and more rigid. "No," she whispered, "No..." but I forced my thumb into her mouth, and she exploded, her slit squeezing and sucking my cock uncontrollably. In the end I poured out inside her, and then, simply because the drug allowed me to, I crawled onto the bed, pushed the head of my cock into her gasping mouth, and jerked off until I came down her throat again.

She curled against me, still shaking. We listened as Cheryl pleaded for mercy, and then came again.

"That... shouldn't have happened," Karin said.

"You knew it was a possibility before you came here."

"I won't deny it. But I've never cheated before. Have you?"

"I'm not... noted for that kind of loyalty," I said, dryly. "If it helps... it's like I said. This had nothing to do with anyone else. You're here to help Cheryl. We just had a fringe benefit from our goodness."

"Interesting way of putting it. Holy hell, walking in and seeing her being handled like that by the two of you..."

"Maybe you have some fantasies of your own that could be explored."

"Unlike Cheryl, I believe the darker longings in a woman's soul are actually very bad ideas; they are just projections of the amygdalae and nothing that should be blindly obeyed. Fuck, look at her. She tries to crawl away from him but then he just impales her like that and she's instantly pre-orgasmic. No wonder the stuff is so addictive."

"Hot, isn't it."

"I'm a once and done kind of girl. But what I'm seeing now is going to show up in my sexual daydreams for a long time." She looked at me. "You're, um..."

"The drug from her kisses is still at it." I knelt over Karin. "Get me off again. Use your hands."

She stared at my cock, and then her hands crept over it. She worked me, staring up at my face. My gaze wandered from her face and breasts, to Cheryl's shuddering and desperate effort to get Eric off without coming again herself, and back to Karin's face... when I came again I pushed my cock down and sprayed Karin's torso. She shuddered, more in overwhelmed shock than need.

"Rub it into your skin."

She did, listening to Cheryl come again. One more time, I decided, and curled Karin on her side, ass towards me.

"I won't... I mean I really am done..." she said.

"But right now that's not what's important to me," I said, and I gripped her breast and throat from behind, and worked into her over and over, just taking. She whimpered a little, and then started rocking against me. I came inside her, and then sagged, the madness in my veins receding.

"That's just kind of awe inspiring," she said. "The sheer animal nature of your response on that stuff. A woman who can summon that with her kisses might not want to give it up."

"I doubt she does. She's had a few years of rather dispassionate and casual cruelty from her fucktard of a boyfriend. Raw passion is something she's reveling in. But look at her," I said. "She's getting more and more fucked up. She's been given toys that mean she can have Black X experiences alone. It's like giving an alcoholic a bar that's always stocked. Maybe it sounds stupid after I just took advantage of you, but... I'm serious when I say I'm finally seeing an ethical problem in the way the Company is doing business. Cheryl made a tiny mistake and this is how she's being treated. Just because she's hot to watch doesn't mean I don't understand how wrong this has become."

"I'm trying to be dispassionate about her plight," Karin said. "It would, ah, help if you'd slide your junk back out of me."