The Jasmine Project

Jasmine followed in Michael's wake. The crowd parted to allow her through but her skin tingled and strained with the attention of the many people that turned to look as she passed. Jasmine's mind was racing. Each step she took was like a further step into her fantasies, into the part of her that she had never allowed to the surface until now. People were watching her. Seeing her half naked. All she had were her bra, her panties and her tights and people were seeing her out in public. They were even recording it!

She felt a fire inside of her flicker. A terrifying but powerful compulsion to keep going. To dig deeper. It took her up and wrapped her around and threatened to never let her go. She kept her head down even as her heart hammered. Her eyes were locked on the hard cement beneath her feet. Her body was warm. Her pussy was hot. She could feel a spreading wetness between her legs that made her want to whimper in horror. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this turned on. She couldn't believe that this was really happening at all. That everyone had come to be exactly as she'd wanted it to be.

The power of the Crown... of her own commands... they flowed through the world. Changing it and shaping it without anyone else knowing the difference. To them this was right. No one doubted. No one hesitated. She was being ****-marched through a car park half naked and no one had even the slightest sympathy for her.

Why had she thought of such a thing? Why had it come to her mind like this? Why did it feel so good now she was experiencing it?

Jasmine swallowed. They were approaching the side door now. A small and dusty entrance locked by a sheet of metal. There was a card reader Standing outside of it which hadn't been there before. Michael gestured to it and Jasmine warily approached. Her card was in her hand again and as she fed it into the reader there came the sound of metal in motion. The sheet rose up to reveal a small and cramped entrance. The floor was cold and hard, solid concrete lined the path. It was dark within the doorway. A single flickering light provided only brief bursts of illumination before succumbing to the shadows around it. She'd worked here for years and never been in this place. It looked like it had been abandoned for decades.

The darkness waited. Beckoning her forwards. Jasmine strained her eyes to see what was beyond the shadows but could see nothing there. Nothing but emptiness.

"What are you waiting for?" Michael had come up behind her. His sudden presence made her jump. She swallowed again, trying to moisten her throat.

"I...I'm afraid to go further." She admitted.

"Afraid of what they'll do to you?" He asked. He was smirking, the set of his face was far from warm. He'd worked under her for years and Jasmine had always known that he wanted her position. Now she was finally in his power and he was loving it. "That's rich coming from you Jasmine. You're the slut who got into this situation in the first place."

Her face burned red.

"I'm not a slut." She protested. "I didn't do anything."

"Except lose millions for the investors. You definitely did that."

"I still have rights!"

"Not according to the court."

She felt his hand on her back. The warmth of his skin against her spin as he shoved her forwards. She stumbled into the corridor and the door slammed shut behind the two of them. For a moment all was dark. She was surrounded by blackness and then suddenly the corridor lit up. Jasmine shielded her eyes from the sudden glow. Michael had known it was coming and didn't have to. As she blinked to clear her eyes, Jasmine saw the corridor was long and straight. It looked like it had been a storage area, or perhaps a part of the building which had little modern use. Either way it was narrow and straight, with occasional doors that led off into the distance. Most of them looked like they hadn't been unlocked for a very long time. The air was old and musty.

"Fortunately for me I've been charged with getting you ready for your big day." Michael said. "Follow the corridor until the end."

She had nowhere to go. The door behind her had closed and locked. Somehow she thought her keycard would not open it from this side. Michael was right behind her. His shadow loomed over her shoulder. She took a step and then took another. Jasmine felt like a doomed woman walking to her execution. Each step made her obvious **** more and more. She felt cornered and trapped. No one was watching here now which was at least something to be grateful for but it also meant that the early stage was nearly over. As she walked her mind whirled. She still didn't know if she had done the right thing by using the crown. Her breathing was heavy. Anticipation and a low grade terror struggled for dominance of her mind and body.

"You know Jasmine I always envied you in a way." Michael said. His voice echoed softly through the corridor, bouncing between the walls. "You had everything. Money and power. Looks a guy would kill for. You had brains too, or so I thought. All of my career you've been ahead of me. Bossing me around and telling me what to do. You can't believe how happy I was when I heard what you'd done. I couldn't believe we were all going to see you be humiliated and stripped naked. Then the boss chose me to be the one to lead the project. Can you believe that? I must have been lucky that day."

"Project?" Jasmine said. She worked as much scorn into her voice as she could. "Is that what you're calling it now?"

"The Jasmine Project." Michael sounded like he was trying not to laugh. "Until you've paid off your debt your body belongs to us and we can do whatever we want to it. The Jasmine Project will detail our attempts to turn you from disgraced employee to whore. Let's be honest it won't be too hard. You're halfway there already."

"I never slept with anyone to get my position." Jasmine growled. "I earned it."

"That's not what the boss said." This time Michael did laugh. "He told us all in massive detail about exactly how you fucked him to get where you were. All of the things you did, all of the things you let him do to you."

Jasmine's face coloured. She continued to look straight ahead. Refused to turn and match his knowing smirk.

"I didn't do anything." She repeated. "He's lying. He's lying because he knows no one will believe me. I earned my position."

"Calling the boss a liar isn't exactly a good start to your first day as a whore." Michael said. "Anyway it doesn't matter now does it? Whether you were one at the start or not, by the time we're done you'll be a slut anyway."

"Slut, whore. They're just words that you're using to try and demean me." Jasmine said. "Like there's anything wrong with being sexually active even if I was..."

"There's nothing wrong with being sexually active." Michael agreed. "Which is good for you since you're going to be very sexually active indeed for the next few years. I'm talking videos, meetings, calls. You're going to be on magazines if we can swing it. The former manager who was reduced to a whore. Her body belongs to the company now. Do you know they're probably going to make a movie? It'll be a great story in a few years."

They had finally reached the end of the corridor. Michael leaned forward and pushed it open.