Of course, you love The Company

“Thank you so much, Curtis. When would I start?”

“Why right now, Wendy. The job comes with a salary bump, and some really wonderful benefits.”

“I accept.”

“Excellent! Do come with me.”

You follow Curtis down a winding corridor. You walk through an ornate, carved wooden door, into a room no bigger than a storage closet. In the center of the room is what looks to be a medieval style confession box. It is made of dark wood. Etched into it in colors so dark they’re almost black are scenes of demons. There is a majestic serpent coiled about an apple tree. There is anther of a demon proffering coins of gold. The box seems to radiate malevolence.

“What do I do?”

“You need only go into the box.”

You hesitate. You know something awful will will happen if you go inside.

Curtis opens the door. “Remember, I’m your boss. Please step into the box.”

Your eyes light up. You love The Company, you need to obey your boss. You step inside.

The door creaks closed. It is pitch black inside. Suddenly your mind is assaulted with images. You are starving and are offered a feast if you agree to betray a friend. You are an addict in withdrawal, offered a fix if you steal. You find the man of your dreams and all you need do is kill his wife. You are penniless and an old lech offers you a fortune to spread your legs for him.

You resist each offer. You lose count of how many. Thousands of scenarios, maybe hundreds of thousands play in your head. You feel the pain of desperation in each one. Still you refuse to give in.

You find yourself in a desert, parched beyond belief. A nomad offers you a drink if you merely flash him your breasts. You can bare no more. You lift your shirt. He rewards you with a canteen if the most wonderful water you have ever tasted.

Each scenario that you resisted replays in your mind. Each time you accept it’s gift.

Finally, the door swings open. You feel odd. You step out into the light. Curtis gives you a big smile.

“I hope you enjoy the benefits that come with being the new head of R&D.”

You look at your hand. It is crimson and capped with black claws. You look down at your shaved sex and grin. It is as red as your hand and marked with a serpent tattoo that goes from your sex all the way up and curls around a breast.

You trace your finger along the serpent, your dark god, enticingly. You swirl it slowly around your bountiful, pert, breast. Your tits are the perfect size for temptation, not as large as the overripe half melons of some lust crazed succubus, but big enough to attract the eye.

“Oh, I intend to enjoy them fully.” You tease.

You want Curtis to be be filled with temptation before you let him have you again.

“You can’t go home looking like that, Wendy.”

He is right. You trace an ancient symbol upon your belly. Your body shimmers. You catch your reflection on a glass window. You look delicious. You could pass for an innocent twenty five year old.

“Very nice. You shouldn’t keep your daughter waiting.”

Daughter? It takes a moment before you remember the human spawnling that calls you mom.

You laugh. “I suppose we can’t have that. Until tomorrow Curtis.”

You strut away, giving him a wonderful view of your swaying ass.

You make your way to the exit noticing the exciting array of demonic creatures along the way. You realize even security are big brutish demons disguised as humans. You laugh and give them a wicked grin.

Now you understand, The Company’s mission is to create Hell on earth. Before you stepped into the Faust box you would have been horrified, heck you would have fought The Company to the ****. Now, however, the horns on your head make it seem like a spectacular idea.

You drive home mulling over the amazing things you can do with your R&D team, now that morality is no longer an issue.

You can’t find anywhere to park and you end up parking several blocks away. You want to eviscerate whoever is responsible for the traffic.

As you approach your place you realize Renna is having a party. She is out front handing out samples of EvilGlam. As you get closer still you realize she is wearing Sapphic Red. You grin.

She sees you. “Um, mom, I was just having a little promotional party that got out of hand. Wow, you look amazing.”

You strike a sexy pose, knowing how she is feeling with those bright red lips.

You are annoyed, but you don’t show it. “No problem, darling, it’s for your business.”

You catch a glimpse of a girl painting herself with Sapphic Red. She’ll soon feel the temptation of the full lips of another girl. How delightful.

“You need to do whatever helps your business, Renna.”

“Thanks mom.”

“Do find me later, I want a little special time.”

You twirl your finger along your breast, knowing it is drawing her stare and making her wet. As you walk by you lick your lips at the temptation of ****.

The party is in full swing and it’s already beginning to look more like an all girl orgy. You saunter up to a girl who is resisting.

You whisper to her. “Did you see that girls tits? Aren’t they amazing?”

She bites her lip her resistance crumbling. You love watching them give in to temptation. You enjoy the party, helping women shed their morals. It ends all to soon.

You wake up with Renna cuddling you. You have to admit, your spawnling has an agile tongue. You are going to make her your special project. Soon she’ll be an depraved bitch and be a perfect tool for The Company.

You arrive at work. You strut by security like you own the place. Soon Elizbet will be sending up you new recruits. You don’t even have time for a coffee when a guy and a girl step out of the elevator.

“Joy Heart and Peter Smith?”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Excellent, what do you think of The Company so far?”

Their eyes glaze. “We love The Company.” They intone in unison.

“Excellent. Let’s get started.”

You look over Joy. She is straight and surprisingly moral for a psych warfare expert. Still a few weeks of working with you and she’ll help you turn nuns into satanic sluts.

You turn and eye Peter. He wears a wedding ring, yet eyes you lustily. You’ll make the perfect temptation for him. Once you fuck him, you’ll use all that DNA splicing knowledge for such beautiful unspeakable things.

You are so wet. You love your new job as head of R&D. You love The Company.

The End