Charyl and a Shocking Revelation

When I go in to work on Thursday, I bring my 4 vials in with me. As morning drags into afternoon, Charyl comes in while no one is in the shop after lunch. We sit down at a table, I've already sent Tiffany to the back room, and dosed Charyl's coffee. Same schtick, second cup hidden, etc etc. Its almost become second nature to me at this point, drugging people with cum dosed coffee.

"Charyl. You want to tell me about your home life."
"I... I..." She starts to already stutter. I pull out two small vials and put them in her hand.
"Charyl, drink what I put in your hand."
"Drink what you put in my hand." She repeats and empties the two vials into her mouth.

"You want to tell me about your home life."
"I... I... want... to tell you about... my home life..."
"You want to tell me about your home life."
"I... want to tell you... about my home life..."
"You want to tell me about your home life."
"I want to tell you about my home life."
"You want to tell me about any secrets you have about Pete."
"I... I... want... to tell you... about any secrets... I have about... Pete."
"You want to tell me about any secrets you have about Pete."
"I want to tell you... about any secrets I have... about Pete."
"You want to tell me about any secrets you have about Pete."
"I want to tell you about any secrets I have about Pete."
"As you talk to me, you'll feel closer to me."
"As I talk to you, I'll feel closer to you."
"You feel happy when you talk to me."
"I feel happy when I talk to you."
"You find me attractive."
"I... I..." She stutters on this point again before taking a sip from her cup then talking, "I'm glad I came here today. I... well..." She looks down somewhat nervously and goes silent for a minute.

"Things have been tough." Charyl says as she grips her mug tightly. "Pete has gotten really controlling since we left college. I... I wanted to be a teacher for elementary kids... But Pete decided I needed to stay at home, because I am his wife. Its gotten pretty bad. I'm... I shouldn't even be here. I'm sorry if he shows up at some point. I'll try to cover for being here, but he put a tracking app on my phone, and he doesn't like me being out during the week." She lets it all out, and starts to tear up near the end. "I love him... I do, but since college, he's just become, I don't know... different."

It sounds to me like Pete has put her into his, lesser person category now. I'll be honest, I not only wasn't expecting this, but I'm feeling pretty bad for Charyl, I mean, she's in a mentally abusive relationship, although I guess I shouldn't talk necessarily, I'm basically brainwashing women, but at least they are happy-ish... I think...

"I'm... sorry things are hard for you." I say, "I'm here to listen when you need it."

"Thanks... I guess, its just, seeing someone from back in the day must have reminded me of how things were before more than I thought. I let it kind of get away from me." Charyl lightly sobs.

We sit in silence for a bit, as she sips her coffee and lightly cries.

Charyl then gets up, "Well, I need to go. I can't... spend to long here."

"Again, any time." I reply as she heads out.

I go about the rest of my day, and sort of wonder about how to move forward from here. To start, I refill my three spent vials throughout the rest of the day.

I'm also somewhat thankful that tomorrow is a day off, and Saturday I'm working with Jeff, so I'll plan on just stocking up more cum. By Saturday night, I've got a total of 11 doses saved. 2 of which are in the larger vials, and one which is old.

Sunday, I decide to bring all of them with me to work today. I learned my lesson last week in only bringing a few.

Morning turns to evening, and its a pretty boring Sunday, we've already gotten past the two busy times, and I haven't found a use for any of the cum, I've also filled one more vial since then.

As we're getting ready to close, someone walks in though. Unfortunately for me, its Pete, and he looks a little annoyed, but when he makes eye contact with me, his mild annoyed face contorts into one of rage.

"John the nerd." He spits out toward me, "I should have known it would be a weirdo like you."

Pete takes a few steps closer, to the point where he's right in front of me, before picking me up by the collar of my shirt, and carrying me off to the side of the room. Its too bad that college and work seems to not have had an effect on his physique.

"I don't know why Charyl decided to come here during the week." Pete says, as he pulls his fist back, "but next time, you tell her you don't want to talk to her." He finishes, as he drives his fist into my stomach.

I let out a loud groan and start to slump to the floor as I hear footsteps run over. I'm in a bit of a daze, but I watch as Pete falls to the ground in front of me.

What the hell is happening? I think to myself briefly, until I see Tiffany's face in front of me, "Are you OK? I think I should go call the police. I tased the the guy who was attacking you and he fell ****. I don't think normally people are supposed to do that. Maybe I should call an ambulance too?"

I sit for a moment and think before I speak, "Tiffany, I know this guy from high school. I want to try to talk to him first, I might be able to get him to leave without any of that. It'd be a hassle to file a police report and deal with all the complications. Why don't you go take a break in the back office, I'll call for you if I think we need to call an ambulance or police."

"Uhhhh... If you're sure." She says somewhat unsteadily, before leaving me in the hallway near the restrooms with Pete's **** body. Fuck. That really hurt. Of course, he's hurting too for once. I'll have to thank Tiffany at some point. That was real nice of her, even if she's manager on duty, she still helped me, even if I'm pretty sure my beatdown was pretty much concluded at that point.

I drag Pete into the bathroom after checking his vitals, and use a rag to tie his hands behind his back while he's ****. Once he's there, I have two things in mind I want to do. First, I pull out the old vial of cum. There is something I want to know before I decide what I'm going to do with him, his response will determine how badly I want to mess him up.

I get the vial into position right by his mouth, and start splashing water on his face. Once he starts to stir, and becomes just conscious enough to recognize what's happening, I pour the vial in.

"Pete, you'd never hit Charyl."
"I'd... never hit Charyl."

Well, that settles where he stands on it. It definitely sounds like he maybe considered it a remote possibility. He resisted the idea slightly. It doesn't sound like he's actually hit her yet, but he didn't intrinsically agree either. I pull out all my other vials of cum, and **** feed them all to him before continuing. If this makes him brain damaged, I don't care. At this point, its a double win, I get to push the limit further, and not feel bad if it has some weird lasting effect.

"Pete, you'd never hit Charyl."
"Eyd nevur het Charyl." He slurs heavily back. I imagine its still working, but we'll see.

"You are a cuckold."
"Eym... Eym... not... noooooo...."
"You are a cuckold."
"Eymmmm... a... cuk... cuckold..."
"You are a cuckold."
"Eym a cuckold."
"Being a cuckold is your secret fantasy. You've never told anyone."
"Beying a cuckold esh mai secret fantashy. Eyev nevur told anyone."
"You bullied me in high school because I found out about it."
"Ey.... Ey... bulleed yo in high school... because youu found out abouuut it."
"You bullied me in high school because I found out about it."
"Ey bulleed yo in high school because you found out abouuut eet."
"You came here today, because you wanted to ask me to help you live out your fantasy."
"Ey... noo.... Ey didn't...."
"You came here today, because you wanted to ask me to help you live out your fantasy."
"Eyyy cayme hereeee to... to ask... to help..."
"You came here today, because you wanted to ask me to help you live out your fantasy."
"I cayme here today... because I wanted... to ask you... to help me... live out my fantasy."
"You came here today, because you wanted to ask me to help you live out your fantasy."
"I came here today because I wanted to ask you to help me live out my fantasy."

He's clearly starting to regain some of his mental acuity, as he's stopped slurring now, so I'll have to stop pushing so hard now.

"You slipped when you came inside, and fell ****."
"I... slipped when I came inside... and fell ****."
"You slipped when you came inside, and fell ****."
"I slipped when I came inside, and fell ****."
"You want me to seduce Charyl, but you want her to not know you're a cuck."
"I want you to seduce Charyl, but I want her to not know I'm a cuck."

It seems like once the big changes are made, small things like that are likely easy to correct the path on.

"You'll drink any coffee I offer you."
"I'll... drink any coffee... you offer me."
"You'll drink any coffee I offer you."
"I'll drink any coffee you offer me."
"You'll treat Charyl with more respect."
"I'll... treat Charyl... with more... respect."
"You'll treat Charyl with more respect."
"I'll treat Charyl with more respect."

I decide that here is a good point to untie his hands, so he won't be as suspicious.

"You should sit on the toilet."
"I should sit on the toilet." Pete repeats, and slowly maneuvers himself onto the closed lid of the toilet.
"You want to give Charyl more independence."
"I..." Pete blinks a few times, "Oh man. What happened. I walked in, I remember seeing the ceiling briefly, then... nothing."

"I was surprised to see you walk in Pete, then you slipped and hit your head. You're in the shop's men's room. I checked your vitals, and brought you here." I reply.

"Oh... Thanks." Pete replies somewhat sheepishly. "Look, uh, I came here to ask you something today... Do you remember the thing from High School? The uh... reason why I bullied you so much."

"Yes?" I say in a quizzical tone.

"Well, uhh... Charyl and I got married... and I... was wondering if... you would maybe... you know." He says in a round about style.

"I'm only going to ask this once, but are you asking me to fuck Charyl and cuck you Pete?" I say.

He faces his feet, and nods his head. As he does so, I notice that he starts to pop a boner in his pants.

"Pete, I'm willing to do it, but what about Charyl. Have you asked her?" I ask.

"No, she can't know. I don't want anyone to find out. I just, I want it to happen. I don't want you to tell her, but I want you to fuck her." He says.

"Pete, I'm willing to do that, but how would you know. I could just say I did it, but haven't." I say.

"Umm. Well. We're thinking about having kids in the near future, and part of what I want is to be fully cucked. I'll get Charyl off the pill, but I'll still use a condom. I want you to cum in her though. Then I can know without her finding out." He replies.

Oh fuck. I pop a boner at that proposition. Pete, my bully through most of high school is currently asking me to fucking breed his wife.

"Ok. But no mistreating my kid. I expect you to be an upstanding father figure. As assurance, I'm going to take out my phone, and I want you to repeat what you're telling me now. That way if you ever leave them or otherwise, I have something to hold against you." I say, as I pull out the phone.

"Fine. Fine. If that's what it takes." Pete says. And he then repeats what he asked me from before, on video.

"Alright, well is there anything else you want while you're here Pete?" I ask.

"No, that's it." Pete says as he gets up and heads out from the coffee shop.

I head back into the back office to talk to Tiffany.

"Tiffany, he headed out on his own. No hard feelings between us. He thought I did something I didn't, and he apologized before leaving." I lie. "Thank you for protecting me though. I mean it. If you need anything or want to take some days off again in the middle of the day or something, let me know. I'll cover for you." I continue.

"Thanks. I'm glad you and him are alright though. I heard a scuffle before, and when I came out, I saw him wind a punch up and hit you in the stomach, so I just rushed in. Are you alright?" She asks.

"I'm a little sore, but I'll manage. Well, I've got to finish closing shop, so I'll go continue that." I say, as I head back out.

I refill two vials that night while thinking of bending Charyl over and fucking her, and breeding her fertile cunt.