Corporate Conquest of a Cumslut

"I crawled under the table and ate Jeremy's ass while I jerked him off. I'm surprised nobody noticed inhad his cum all over my face when I left his office."

Jerry heard the words and felt himself harden immediately. It wasn't what the bitch had done. All she'd done was drone on and on until she spilled her drink on her tits.

But that was before his lifelong friend Freddie had got his dream project completed and was now shaping Daphne into what she should always have been.

He read the meeting brief, it was about the new phone gadget. Some sunglasses that allowed pop-ups once properly synced with a phone. He messaged Freddie while he was waiting for everyone else and when he saw what Rules she was under, he grinned.

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Daphne was looking forward to explaining her part in the next stage of development. She was going to run Tutorials in the Virtual Office so the system can learn and create a capable A.I.

It would, because of her being the template, make her the face of the early portions of their V.R. Game by sheer coincidence, raising her profile in the mainstream and gaming circles.

She gasped a little when she sat down, feeling the plug pushing into her ass. Quickly looking around the table, and glad that the table wasn't transparent glass, she adjusted her short skirt. She didn't want her pussyjuice staining her skirt.

Jeremy handed her a pair of sunglasses and again told her to call him Jerry. Before, she always refused. Trying to maintain a polite distance by using his full name. But her defiant, independent will was a broken mess, leaking cum in the deep recesses of her altered mind.

The new synchronised sunglasses! She quickly connected them to her phone and enjoyed herself while everyone else arrived.

Had she been more observant, she would have noticed her sunglasses were from a different box. Too fast for her conscious mind to notice, her eyes were blasted with dick pics. Her Rule "Cock Slut" caused a further nerf to her Independance. So while wearing the glasses, she'd go from a weak-willed whore to a spineless slut.

This proved very beneficial to Jerry, as he was able to **** her to have her part of the meeting last. It gave him time to discreetly share the Simulated Office Footage of her with the rest in the room and have a quick scheme agreed upon.

By the time Daphne could stand up and speak, everyone else was ready to go jerk or jill off to their videos of Daphne, and Daphne was too horny to remember she'd rolled her skirt up to stop her pussyjuices staining her skirt.

She stood, showing everyone her bare cunt while making a case to let her run the Tutorial Stage. She was mentally incapable of refusing amendments requested, and failed to pick up on the implications of agreeing to romanceable dialogue options and real-world recreations for comparisons.

In one meeting, she was agreeing to fuck test players and fuck them offline to make sure the recreation of her was seamless following release.

She was told to stay behind and blushed when the footage of her with Ms. Hitomi played on the screen. Jerry grinned and pulled down his trousers.

"I think you should live up to your stories Mrs. Johnson, we don't want the face of new game to be a liar now, do we?" He sneered and Daphne could do nothing but drool at the sight of his cock.

She buried her face in his ass, her nose pressing into Jerry's nuts while her tongue pushed into his asshole. One hand started jerking him off, while her other cupped her aching cunt, trying for an orgasm she didn't know would be beyond her reach.

All the while, her subconscious brain was exposed to hundreds of dick pics, drowning out her diminished willpower and further degrading her.