Chapter 5

Maria woke slumped in her desk chair, a bit uncomfortable and confused. As she fully regained her senses, the memory flashed back into her mind. Was it a dream perhaps? No — all she had to do was check the history of her web browser to see that horrible image of herself in all her glory, wrapped up in tight rope with her breasts painted with that horrible contest slogan — like she was a used car ad.

Her mind was racing. She had seen so many of her employees in that last image. Drawing in a deep breath, she brought the image back up onto her screen. She tried to avoid looking at herself as she scanned it. Her heart was beating so fast, pounding in her temples. There they were — dressed in tiny little outfits, grinning like they'd won Miss Universe, full breasts nearly spilling out into the open. She was afraid to step outside her door. If she actually saw them all like that, like Deb, it would be too much to take. Had her entire company been turned into sluts and bimbos?

Then she remembered her own breasts, or more specifically, the holes that Deb (now absent and presumably back at her desk, grinning to herself no doubt) had cut in her top at her nipples. Her eyes jerked downwards. "Oh god," she moaned to herself. Not only were the holes still there, drawing ready attention to her pierced nipples and their golden rings, but a chain had been added to dangle between the rings, locked on with small silver locks — and the chain was on the outside of her top! She managed to cover herself up for the moment by putting her jacket back on and buttoning it up.

She needed to get some clarity in her mind; to try to figure out what had really happened. Back to business then — she started pulling up company documents online and rummaging through the filing cabinets where she kept all her important files and contracts. In minutes she was able to confirm the terrible truth. Not only had Delacruz Industries, her pride and joy and life's work, purchased this sex-toy business, but her signature was over the deal and the contracts. Her mind was numbing as she looked through the details — the warehouse, the inventory, the website, staff, research and development (she didn't dare think what that was) was all laid out, with audits and evaluations. A wry smile crossed her lips — at least her slutty self was still paying attention to detail in business. She continued to graze though the documents.

She stopped as she found a large manila envelope in with the executive summary files. It was sealed, and addressed to her — the writing even crossing the seal of the envelope as a protection against tampering. "Something I would do," she thought. A double-take at the writing made it even clearer — it was in her own handwriting. She tore open the envelope to find a hand-labeled videotape inside — again in her own hand.

Her curiosity was intense as she slid the tape into the VCR, the remote control gripped tightly — she didn't sit down but instead stood staring at the television, impatiently waiting for it to warm up and display the image. She didn't know why she was so sure this wasn't just another humiliating video — maybe the lack of "presentation" or build-up. She pressed play and was looking back at herself from the screen. On screen she was dressed in a tighter than skin-tight red latex dress — tight enough that her full breasts were spilling out over the low cut scooping neckline. Rather than being engaged in a vigorous sexual activity, or being humiliated by coworkers, she was just smiling and starting right into the camera.

"Hello Maria," came her own voice of the of television's speakers with a giggle, "I just wanted to talk to you, or to me I guess. Oh, and to make sure I've got your attention, Master made it so you've got to do whatever I say. So, I want to go and sit down on the sofa, in front of the TV, but first let's get you more comfortable. Master probably didn't let you notice this morning, but there's a zipper down the side of your skirt. Unzip it, and take it off. Then you can sit down."

Maria felt so numb that she barely noticed that her body was obeying. But in her haze, her fingers found the zipper she couldn't believe she hadn't seen before, and freed herself from the skirt. Of course, this left her bottom bare but for the leather strap holding the dildo into her pussy.

"Okay, that should be enough time," slut-Maria continued from the tape, "but make sure your thighs are spread. So, Master tells me that you should know about my latest acquisition, and the wonderful contest that goes with it. But I guess I should back up a bit first. Master, who I guess you just know as Mr. Foxx, has been keeping me up to date on how he's been teasing you... or me... it's hard to keep track of it. I think of the former me, which I guess is still you, as such a long time ago. God, we were such a prude, and not having any fun. Say, speaking of fun — I asked Master not to lock your dildo strap today, so take off the strap, and while I'm talking, why don't you start fucking that pussy of ours with the dildo. Go ahead, I'll wait."

On the sofa, Maria was mortified. Her eyes shot to the unlocked door and her body responded on its own to nimbly unbuckle the leather strap, slide it from her body, and pull the dildo, slick from her juices, out of her pussy. Her hand worked on its own, drawing it nearly all the way out before sliding it back inside, over and over, achingly slow. Maria's face and neck burned red as she helplessly fucked herself with the toy, her legs spread wide. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, it felt so good, and she felt her heat build and her juices flow. All the time her eyes were locked on the image on the screen. Her alter-ego was sort of fiddling around, waiting to continue, but Maria's eyes were drawn to her own cleavage swelling inside the tight dress, the soft orbs of flesh swelling visibly with each breath. She was disgusted — was she now lusting after herself?

"Mmmm, I can just picture you in my mind there, frigging yourself with that toy," slut-Maria cooed. "I'll bet Deb would like to see this. But, I want this to be just between us for now. So, where was I? Ah yes, I wanted you to know that Master has been keeping me posted on your torments. It's a strange thing to take joy in the pain of your former self, but I certainly am. I think of it as punishing you for keeping us from having this kind of fun earlier. God, working so hard in college, nothing but school, when we could have been going out to some clubs and getting some action. I know we didn't have the tits or body we do now, but we could have made a lot of people very happy, including us. And to think that I never had this pussy licked by a woman, or wrapped my hands and mouth around a set of tits and great at Denise's. What a waste."

The dildo was still sliding in and out of Maria, her nectar now soaking her, running down onto the sofa. Her body only had freedom of movement to squirm with pleasure, and she found herself moaning softly.

"But oh no, we had to work and work. And even when we made it, we had our own company, then still nothing. An occasional date with some loser who didn't know the first thing about taking a woman and giving her some pleasure, or having her give him the pleasure he wanted. But instead, someone like Master looks around at what comes naturally, and you want to put him out on the street. I'm so happy that he found that program, and was able to save us."

The jumble of thoughts and mixed emotions and sensations were making Maria's mind buzz. Her cunt was so wet, dripping around the dildo she couldn't stop teasing herself with — filling her body with a deep and growing pleasure, but her mind with shame and fear of being discovered. As she heard these condemnations of her life choices she told herself that she had done the right things all along and built herself a successful life — this version of herself on the TV was just a puppet of Foxx, made to think what he wanted, just like she was dressed like he wanted. But there was just that twinge of doubt driving her mad; she had longed at times for more pleasure, more company, for something that was missing. As her lust built steadily in her body, she just drank in the image of her own body on the screen. How her immense tits heaved, her stiff nipples and rings visible though the thin, tight latex. Lips moist and shining with a come-fuck-me red lip gloss.

Her whorish self continued to torment her, "But even now, given a body that men and women would give anything to see and to fuck you're not happy. We've been given a Master that knows how to take us to the limits of sensation, giving pleasure with an intensity we've never know before. Clothes that make people drool and fall all over themselves. And Master can even give us other people, and make them into our fantasies. Do you know how much I thank Master in my mind each time I can drive my tongue into Denise? Or hold her wonderful tits in my hands? But you, you're still feeling guilty, aren't you? You don't want to feel this good. You're ashamed even of these!" With that, her hands went to her latex dress, and started to peel it down her shoulders, freeing her breasts from its tight grip. They seemed to pop out into the air with enthusiasm.

Despite herself, a wave of pleasure hit Maria as she saw those tits spring free. As she saw herself on screen squeeze and knead them, she felt a wave of jealousy.

"I guess, my poor former self, that I just wanted you to know that all of this is why I begged Master to let us buy the sex-toy company. I found it for him, and at least the education you made us get was useful. I was able to realize that not only could having access to all those wonderful toys get me fucked in all kinds of new ways, but it's going to make us, and Master, even richer. So you see, I'm taking what you made us learn, what you mortgaged our pleasure for, and I'm going to have Master make up for lost time. And we get to be the grand prize! Can't you imagine it? Think how much lust someone is going to have for our body, seeing all those photos of us. Then think how much they would do to us will all the toys they desire. God, a weekend isn't going to be enough time."

Maria's lust and dripping cunt were defeating her. Tears rolled down her face, but she ached for release. Her entire body was a jumble of twitching nerves. Her nipples were diamond-hard, and the chain between them shook with her grinding motion.

"I also wanted to make this tape to let you know that I'm having the time of my life — or the time of our life, and I wouldn't give it up for the world." She got up and moved towards the camera. The image started to shake after she slid out of view, as she picked up the camera and moved it around the room. The view spun to reveal her living room, and there was Denise, her wrists cuffed and pulled up to the ceiling and her legs spread wide. She was stripped completely and drooling and smiling around a bright red ball gag. Maria's voice continued, "but now I've got to go, and fuck this slut Denise as hard and as much as I can before Master turns me back into you. Once this tape ends, you can cum, lick the dildo clean, and strap it back inside yourself. Then get your skirt back on, and forget about the zipper again. Bye-bye, baby."

The tape ended with a flash of snow, then a blank blue screen. Maria's orgasm struck at once and she heard herself moaning and groaning out loud as her body convulsed with the release. It lasted for what seemed like an hour, washing over her again and again. When she could finally breathe again, she found her body going into autopilot. With the orgasm past, she was able to think clearly enough to feel the complete humiliation of being half naked in her own office, licking and sucking her own juices from a sex toy. To an outside observer, she would have seemed like an enthusiastic participant, lapping at it as if it were her lover. Finally it was clean and pushed back inside her aching pussy. Minutes later, she stumbled back to her desk in short steps, unable to determine how she had ever gotten the skirt off in the first place.

She sat in a daze. She couldn't believe it. Had she turned against herself? It was bad enough being teased by Foxx, and she knew that he was using that damned software to mess with Deb's mind to turn her assistant into one of his tools. She just didn't know how to deal with this. It even sounded like her, not just her voice, but her way of speaking. She had worked hard to get her life and her business, and now any of the small doubts she'd had about what she'd sacrificed were being used to torment her by this new version of herself. No, it didn't mean anything, she told herself. After all, if Foxx can mess with her mind so much that she can forget all those things, and that she can't look at breasts without her juices flowing, he could make her do and say anything.

She spend the rest of the day combing through the rest of her files, trying to find out if Foxx had initiated any other changes to her company. She was unable to find anything new, but at least it was enough of a distraction. She gathered her things and made her way out of the office to head for home.

The view of the general office was a genuine shock to her. It looked something like the Playboy mansion. All of the women working for her were dressed only slightly more conservatively that Deb's new wardrobe. It was all tight dresses, short skirts, stockings and cleavage. She wasn't able to lay eyes on one set of breasts smaller than a D cup. The men were in a dazed kind of heaven. They gathered in groups of three or four, pointing out the merits of their coworkers with laugher and lust. There was visible swelling at the crotch of more than one of them.

For the rest of the week, Maria's torment was subtly restricted to what she saw around her in the office. She tried to seek refuge in work, but more and more the financial and business aspects of the sex-toy division took over. Maria took some grudging pleasure in that the company was hugely profitable. But right outside her door, Deb's clothing managed to make her look more shameful than if she was naked. But Deb was no longer alone in the office with her new fashion sense. Every woman working there seemed to be purchasing all their clothing from the line available from their new acquisition. Maria had to fight to stare at their showcased cleavages, asses, legs and bellies — each sight tugged at her growing new lesbian lusts. As her mind filled with the sex acts that her body cried out for with each sight of them, she cursed Foxx for the torment.

She was clearly not alone in these tendencies. Throughout the week, Maria was not able to go to a meeting room, stock room or copy room without walking in on her employees giving in to the atmosphere of lust — and she discovered two women together just as often as a woman with a man. They'd be wrapping their bodies all over each other, teasing each other with a variety of toys, or she'd walk in just in time to see a woman wiping hot cum from her face. Each time she stumbled backwards out of the room, mumbling apologies as she blushed.

The same women that had complained so self-righteously about Deb's wardrobe so recently were now regarding her with confused looks for her restraint. She could see in their eyes that now that they'd been changed into pleasure-mad sex-toy models, they couldn't understand why their boss wasn't joining in. Foxx kept her dressed in clothing that would appeal to all and with their normal senses of decorum long gone, their attraction to her was made very clear. Only her position as their boss kept her ass from being slapped each time she passed. They all loved their jobs now, since the office had become a non-stop orgy, and weren't going to risk them.

What remained Maria's most trying torment during the week was the tape. She couldn't get the accusations of her "new" self out of her mind. Had she really sacrificed her own life to work? What the bimbo plaything show to her really happier than she was? She had made the mistake of popping the tape in again on Wednesday, wanting just to hear it again, but of course she was still compelled to obey the commands, and once again she had found herself soaking her sofa and screaming through a soul-shaking orgasm. But seeing once again the joyful lust in her own eyes as she departed to take the bound Denise, who looked just as gleeful, only weaken her resolve that she was right. Thinking back to before this whole nightmare began, she couldn't remember the last time she had seemed as happy as that version of herself.

It was finally Friday, the afternoon passing slowly, and Maria was still tormented by these thoughts. Her mind kept drifting as she was supposed to be dictating a letter to Deb. Today, her assistant wore a knit skirt that was past her knees, but the fabric moved in such a way that it seemed to cling to her curves with each stride. And the top had a cowl neckline, plunging deep down to her navel, opening up a very generous view of her breasts. Maria had to exert considerable effort to tear her eyes away from the way the soft slopes of Deb's tanned flesh moved with each breath or motion, the way the chain dangling between the girl's nipple rings went in and out of view.