I looked around office. Michelle sat at her desk, busy typing the article about misuse of money by ministry of health. She wore gray suit and matching gray skirt with buttons on its sides. Skirt had all buttons unbuttoned, showing where black stockings (attached to black garter-belt) ended. She wore black, ankle strap, 5-inch high-heels. On her neck was small lather collar with ring, which looked – to inexperienced eye – like choker. Hidden under her suit's sleeves, just above her wrists, she wore lather cuffs. No panties and bra. She had egg-vibrators in her pussy and in her anus each, control units with batteries were held by her stockings. Vibrators were set on low settings, just enough to arouse her and keep her in state of constant excitement, but not enough to allow her to reach orgasm. That was, what I decided, standard issue of Smith and Paper Company's slave outfit. Something that all slave of S&P Company wore when in public.
I looked at Marco's desk. He was working vigorously. I smiled half an hour ago he cuffed Dana's hand behind her back and lead her under his desk. She was giving him a blow-job ever-since. So eager to be commanded.
Sarah was having her fun with Rebecca. Rebecca had her hands cuffed behind her back, her suit and skirt were lying on her desk. I noticed 3 wires hanging from her pussy. Ach, egg-vibrators. I could see control units held under her stockings. She was standing next to Sarah's desk, shaking while Sarah was giving her an enema. Knowing Sarah she probably set vibrators on mid or high settings and ordered Rebecca not to cum or let go of enema. She became quite cruel lately. On the other hand Rebecca's own plight or rather being naked and humiliated in front of so many, seemed to excite her.
Kylee was reviewing some commission articles. Her face was still flushed after she had to give blow-job and swallow cum form every employe this afternoon during lunch break... female ones as well. Suffice to say she had quite a nutritious lunch.
It's been three weeks since capturing Dana and Rebecca. Surprisingly it didn't took to long to break them – only three days. For me it was... challenge-less. Breaking this sluts wasn't much fun, but they serve their purpose – to make money. And considering the sales of last two papers – that they did. I basically gained free workers... well slaves, what gave me a bonus in not having to pay their salary (officially I paid, but it returned to me anyway) and pleasure slaves in one. I don't pay any lodgings since I moved them to my company building. It served to cut costs, as well as helped with supervision.
I looked at my watch.
“Okay, we are finished for today.”
The workers start gathering their things. I follow Marco and Sarah as they lead company's slaves. I had very special room prepared for them. I had converted some of cells and joined them into one long room. In room there was a row of pillories, tubes, milking tubes and feeding channel.
Slaves took off their skirts and suits and placed them near the door. They knelled before their posts and placed heads on pillory. They put on lather blindfolds and placed their hands behind their back waiting for Marco to cuff them. Their legs were spread and bound to posts. Their vibrators replaced with waste-tubes (they served as vibrators as well always vibrating), milking tubes were attached to their breast (They were given drugs that made their bodies produce milk. There wasn't much of that, but it rose morale of employes when served to morning coffee or breakfast). Finally Marco closed pillories, trapping them. Sarah poured in some food into channel. They had just enough place to move their heads and eat from feeding channel. Soon only sound that could be heard in room were the light hum of waste-tubes, the sucking of milking machines and moaning. Slaves knew they couldn't speak in this room. If they would be caught (the room was monitored), sever punishment awaited them. They would eventually fall into half-sleep and rest a bit – just enough for their work, not that they been complaining.
Theoretically I should remove their stockings and high-heels for night... but they looked better... sexier, sluttier in them when I came in the morning. It gave them look of substitute human, slutty sows in heat – not broken animal. It excited me more.
We left them in company's slave pens. I decided that it was time for my next move. Should I strike at Kylee's family, look for some willing slaves or maybe further expand company. |