Janice Delivers Tia Somewhere Special

Tia’s mind tried to process the strange news experiences as she was paraded shirt open, large breasts hanging out, and otherwise naked through the strange labyrinth of corridors in HR. As they passed assorted rooms the doors all seemed to fall open.

Assorted people in assorted sex acts seemed to be revealed in passing, each glimpse of a woman being eaten out, a guy being sucked off, or a couple, or trio fucking reinforcing just how normal and right the actions in Paul’s office had been.

Tia felt any remnant modesty shed away as she was paraded through and out into a back corridor where Janice guided her into the Service elevator.

“So are you ready to unleash your inner slut?” Janice asked Tia as the elevator arrived and they stepped in.

Tia paused to consider the question, her mind wallowing in the sites and sounds it had been exposed to since her recent fucking.

As the elevator began to lower Tia felt some semblance of her old sense surface, as the influence of the corrupted H.R. offices lifted from her mind. As Tia began to think about just was going on she shook her head no.

“I… I don’t know what came over ME!” Tia declared, sudden questions of why and just what came over her taking over Tia’s mind. With the last word of her response, Tia pushed herself back from Janice after the surprise stroke of a finger seemed to ignite her clit with need.

Without missing a beat the shorter succubus disguised a a woman grabbed Tia by the neck and pinned Tia to the elevator wall. “Here I thought all you wanted was to please others proudly.” Janice remarked, deliberately increasing the pheromones she was putting out as her free hand fondled Tia’s large breasts before sliding her hand down across Tia’s stomach.

Tia found herself lost in sudden soft moans, her body grinding out in anticipation of Janice fingering her again. Tia had stopped wondering what had come over her, mind and body resetting to their complicit state as Tia found she was eager to just be played with.

“That’s right, just want.” Janice soothed with a husky tone gently teasing Tia as she examined the manifesting slut. "And be wanted," Janice added continuing to explore Tia with her hands.

Janice wanted to just drop her glamor here and change the woman, but the First Disciple had been clear, the staff of this building were to be refined and only turned when fully depraved, except in extenuating circumstances.

As the elevator lurched to a halt Janice pulled the shirt down off Tia’s shoulders fully exposing Tia completely before taking a hand and guiding Tia through the back corridors. Tia looked about feeling some concern about who they might encounter, or see only to find every path they crossed was with similarly exposed people, more often engaged in exposure or carnal acts of their own.

Tia failed to recognize Candice as she was railed from behind by one of the lobby security guards who was on break.

Tia however did recognize one of the girls from the coffee shop, massaging her tit into a cup while fingering herself.

Guided into the mail room Tia paused and covered her mouth as some courier and some naked man double teamed a young woman with multi-colored streaked hair on the table.

Leaving Joan to be fucked my the courier John walked around the table and approached Tia and Janice. “Fresh meat?” John asked as Janice circled behind Tia and placed her hands on Tia’s shoulder before forcing her to her knees.

“I’m to take this slut out, keep an eye on her while I find her a new outfit. “ Janice remarked before walking off towards some boxes in the corner.

Tia felt partially at a loss on her knees, knowing just what was being expected of her there but strangely feeling insecure about it as she watched the courier clearly fucking someone. Some part of her envied the woman, she felt the desire to be brazen enough to go over there and demand a turn, or just entwine herself in their euphoric bliss.

All while blindly and mindlessly reaching for and mouthing John’s cock. with new found instinct Tia got into a rhythm and focused more and more on enjoying and pleasing the cock in her mouth as she questioned yet again why she was doing this.

I always strive to please and honour others. The mantra just echoed through her mind, suppressing more and more doubt, while feeding and creating motivation and enthusiasm.

Tia’s head twisted with a tight suck up and down the cock, she moaned with pleasure, and as she watched the courier rail the woman on the table she began to pace skullfucking herself on John’s cock, each ****, every slight gag delighting her that she was going as far as she could to please him as she fondled and gripped his ass for leverage to thrust his cock into her throat, training herself with instinct only a professional pornstar, whore or the Idol’s corruption could provide.

As Janice returned with a few small garments from the corner she leaned back and smirked at John. “Doesn’t she make you want to just got all infernal on her.” Janice remarked as John in sync with the courier grabbed Tia’s head and **** it still, his cock deep in her throat **** her as he unloaded further demonic taint into her.

At the table the courier cursed and swore as Joan milked his cock.

Wiping black cum stained dribble from her mouth Tia panted happily as if some pet thrilled at a well performed trick.

“Good slut, now get dressed.” Janice order throwing the clothes at Tia.

It was a corrupted baseball uniform from the last company picnic. The T clung to Tia’s chests every contour, from her sternum up it was a bright lime green across and down the two tight sleeves that ended at the top of her biceps. It was white down from the, the words ‘The Idol’ stretched over her hard nippled chest before the shirt contoured beneath her F cup breasts and cut off at the top of her flat abs.

White sport shorts with green stripes down the sides barely reached lower than the camel toe they flaunted of Tia’s swollen pussy lips, knee socks continuing the green stripes down from above her knees to her ankles.

“You just need one last thing.” Janice remarked approaching the now dressed Tia and clasping a choker the same green as her uniform around Tia’s neck, a medallion the shape of the Idol with red gem eyes dangling from it.

“Let’s go.”

Janice lead Tia out to a white utility van parked behind the office, sheepishly hopping in the passenger seat Tia wondered just what was coming of her, the excitement of how out of the ordinary this was for her displacing any alarm she should have sensed as the van eventually pulled into a parking lot and Janice sighed with respect and admiration.

“Well here we are. Where everything REALLY got going.” Janice admired looking at the store front ahead of them as Tia glanced around questioning just what it was Janice meant.

Janice got out and walked around the van, with a simple head nod Tia reluctantly stepped out of the van and realized the whoring outfit she was being paraded into this place with. Her heart skipping a beat as she recognized the name across the storefront.

Before Janice shoved her forward, opening the door and pushing the office slut she was training into meet her true fate.

Inside the floor was covered in a deep purple royal looking carpet. People seemed to wander the shoulder height aisles in a daze, looking at toys, costumes, and media. The clerk behind the counter was leaning back, facing away from the cash looking down as his arms conveyed all Tia needed to know.

Janice approached the counter and leaned over she smirked and giggled at the barely legal e-girl on her knees sucking Michael’s cock. “That’s a nice position.”

“Mmm… it is. I’m hiring, she’s the latest applicant. Do you want to show her what might be involved in working here?” Michael remarked looking to Janice, seeing right through the spunky girls glamor at the succubus bitch she truly was.

“Maybe later, I’m here with a trainee. Had a feeling this might be a good place for her.” Janice remarked glancing at her phone. “I heard you started hosting events.”

“I did, this young thing was actually going to be hostess tonight. But I can enjoy feeding her myself if you have someone better.” Michael responded releasing his tail from his glamor and snaking it to brush between the e-girls legs.

“Perfect, I’ll make sure they all leave satisfied.” Janice remarked before grabbing Tia’s hands and guiding her right to the back of the store.

Before Tia knew it she was flung into a closet as a screen turned on and Satan’s Bitches in the Office started playing, entrancing Tia with the plot and actions, the cast looking strangely familiar to her when…