Jessica is given a little freedom

The hunter turned to go. "Oh, and you'll probably have more fun if we reset her now. Cumsock? While maintaining your current level of horniness and your constant ruined orgasm, you will otherwise return to acting, believing, and feeling exactly as you did the moment you first learned that you had AGS. From now on, that's called 'baseline.' Go back to baseline, please. You will act as you normally would, but you must also follow every command given to you and will avoid any large negative displays of emotion - no crying, panic, shrieking or yelling of any kind, etc... go."

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The part of her brain that still had that maintained clarity and understood what was happening was screaming into the void. She kept thinking of problems with what she had been hearing. The fact that she was having to reread the contract with nearly all of her free time, forever, meant that she might be able to find some wiggle room - sure. Alright, that was at least the start of a plan. Maybe she could figure out a way to escape if she was careful? Without hesitating, face still on the floor, she felt herself speak up. "I'm planning on using my nightly masturbation time to analyze this contract as carefully as I can to find any loopholes and escape. I expect this might be used to improve my livelihood. Will 10 Owners within the sound of my voice let me do it? Please?"

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What??? Her body had betrayed her before she had even realized it might need to do so? That seemed like such an obvious thought? What the...

The hunter smiled, and laughed. "Don't worry, that's totally intended. You haven't realized the worst part yet, though. As you reread it? You'll come up with worse and worse ways of interpreting each line, and every day will be worse than the first."

Jessica frowned to herself. So the most obviously terrible perspectives will just become worse and worse. Like... she just realized that because of how he phrased the cum and pussy juice taste stipulation, even her spit will now taste disgusting. And she never get used to it. It was a ridiculous interpretation, and she fucking hated it. So... that meant she had to use it. She was, just by noticing this perspective, condemned to a life of rancid backwash flavor punctuated by nearly with occasional retching and only brief breaks of incredible, delicious, earth-shatteringly perfect shots of cum and pussy juice swishing through her mouth. Her eyes shot open as she turned up to look at John.

And with that, she was no longer compelled to ask for permission to analyze the contract, because she knew analyzing the contract was worse - and that she'd have to do it anyway. This was... fuck. This was hard to get out of.

Not just hard to get out of. Impossible. This was... fuck. This was going to be her whole life. This wasn't just trauma. Her every waking moment would be twisted into some sexual monstrosity as she moved from deviant to deviant around the office. If she was lucky, maybe she'd be granted madness. She remembered looking up a bunch of numbers with her sorority. She was pretty petite, so to hit her 1400 calories in a day she'd "only" need to suck 56 separate 25-calorie loads out of cocks. Ew. Just the thought had her imagine herself covered in endless cum like some kind of ridiculous whore.

Sadly, she also realized that in a few months she might think of that image with desire. She tried to focus on the logistics, though. She didn't know if pussy juice had any calories, but she knew shit did. Just... not a lot. So she'd have to eat a lot of it for every person shy of her 56 loads per day. 10 hours a day with people in the office, 6 cocks an hour with room for a brief break. And would people get tired of her? She'd need to allocate time to looking enticing. She could only "quietly whisper a proposition" to someone once every 20 minutes?

Jesus. Oh god. The power games. This was a law office. 6 cocks an hour just to keep herself from eating shit at the end of the day? The thought sickened her, but even just the bare-faced math of it didn't make sense. Anyone with some rank could keep her for a few hours if they wanted. Hell, in this firm? There'd be power dynamics at play. Some senior asshole might spend all day with her in his office, and she might even have to beg people not to flush as they took their end-of-work shits. And of course they'll all know about her situation, and they'll make her beg to have them cum in her mouth. Oh god. She'd have to learn to do things like fuck with her ass - well enough to make them think she "deserved" the cum, but not so well that they just came in her ass without warning? She'd... ew... probably... ew... have to make peace with scooping cum out of her ass and eating it. God, even that turned her on, amped up as she was right now.

And she HAD to do all of this - to do otherwise would be to "harm herself" nutritionally, which she was not allowed to do. Fuck!

Jessica hadn't moved too much from her original position, but now she looked up and tried to catch someone's eye. She saw that every single person in the room was staring at her asshole and her pussy as they rhythmically pulsed in the maddening and frustrating ruined orgasm.

It was like they all couldn't look away. Everyone... except the hunter. The hunter held her eye contact as he spoke.

Sarah spoke, her also eyes on Jessica's pulsating pussy. "Can we... can we leave her like this all day? Like, while we're using her? I bet that would be... interesting... to play with."

Jessica withered to hear her of all people say that. She turned, and started to shout... but stopped herself before she started, because apparently those were the new rules. No **** emotion. She continued in measured tones. "Sarah, what is the matter with you? I'm literally being tortured and **** right in front of you. Right now. Me. Jessica. My vaginal floor is spasming against my will, and I'm probably going to cramp up soon. Can you imagine? That pain must be unbearable. Please. Sarah. Look at me. Please help."

Sarah felt ashamed, looking at Jessica. For awhile, Sarah's hand had been in her pocket, and she was fingering herself through a hole. Fingering herself while Jessica said all that felt... shameful. She felt sorta... bad...

The hunter just laughed. "Don't worry, miss. Cumsock's not really a person anymore. If you want to exhaust its pussy with pointless contractions as you use it to clamp down on whatever finger or pussy you stick in until you leave it frustrated and crying for more - feel free. I happen to know that after 3 hours of this it'll cramp up. Though I assure you, Cumsock, the pain is quite bearable - don't you worry. So do with that what you will. Think of this as a... coronation. Each of us is going to take turns using Cumsock, and as a group we're going to work out five rules to staple on as amendments to this contract to make it our own. Everything else in this contract here, believe it or not, is actually sorta standard. But you're lawyers. Surely you can work out something more... interesting. So after we're done here and it's covered in every layer of nastiness we can come up with - we make Cumsock sign. Oh! Maybe it can even help you come up with its own rules! That would be awesome." He turned to leave the room. "Anyway. I'll leave Cumsock with you for awhile - I'm going to go round up everyone else."

After he left, some of his cavalier attitude seemed to have infected everyone else in the room. Sarah turned to look at Jessica. "You were trying to guilt me? Fuck you. 'My vaginal floor is spasming against my will.' Piece of shit. How about 'my twitching pussy is driving me insane and I'm still a hair away from begging to cum' instead? Come lick my pussy while the guys figure out how they want to set up the whole 'rules' thing."

Jessica spoke, "I can't believe you'd do this to me! What the... you're the first one? You were always one of the nicer people to - " Jessica's body was already walking towards Sarah, and kneeled in front of her. Jessica kept talking as her hands worked Sarah's pants. " - to me. Come on. Look at me. I'm not a lesbian. I'm not even bi. I need help. Look at me." Sarah did, holding eye contract with Jessica. Jessica kneeled in front of Sarah's bare pussy, begging as she slowly leaned forward. "Please don't do this. Please. Please. Please. Ple-" and then Jessica's next words were cut off as her lips made connection. Sarah never broke eye contact, and just grabbed Jessica's head to push her down and silence her.

Sarah just watched with a nearly... curious face. "Your words and your actions are so, so different... it's interesting. You really aren't a person at all, anymore, are you? This disease fried you right out, huh? More like a puppet with tits and a voice than a being. You only have feelings anymore insofar as it pleases them. Or me, I guess. Well, Cumsock - the person you used to be was a real bitch. Yeah, yeah, I was polite to you - and there's a reason no one else was. Remember that time that you asked me why my mouth was open if everyone's fly was zipped? You were fucking worse than anyone!"

Jessica froze. This... Sarah had been her last hope.

Sarah just looked down at her with a frown. "Why'd you stop? Your tongue felt pretty good. Press your tongue up against my clit and keep begging. You know what? Your tears might turn everyone else off, but not me. If you want to cry while you're giving me head, go ahead. Just lick up any tears that make it to your mouth and work them into my clit while you're pushing creative and degrading new beg sounds into it, slut." Jessica started bawling immediately, tears streaming down her face.

She sobbed, and her tongue started moving against her will again.

She could feel herself speaking silently into Sarah's clit: "please don't do this to me, stop - I know I look and act and feel like someone who deserves this, inside and out, but please still have mercy anyway this is too too much for anything anyone could have possibly done please" She took occasional breaks to scoop up more tears and massage them into Sarah's clit. Sarah just moaned and ground her hips into Jessica's tongue, sometimes holding eye contact with a vindictive smile. Sarah held Jessica's head down hard enough to cut off the sounds she made, occasionally whispering commands to change what Jessica was doing. It was the job of a good paralegal to ensure a good working environment, and the boys clearly needed some space to get started on those amendments.