News Station

You have started working at a local news station in a small town. You didn't exactly come here by choice; you used to be a big-time reporter, but your high-flying career crashed and burned when you were caught sexually harassing the network's weather girl and a group of interns. This assignment isn't a permanent demotion—it is a mandatory rehabilitation program designed specifically to retrain your personality. If you survive your three-to-six-month stint, you get to resume your old high-profile position, but you will be returning with a completely broken-in, submissive demeanor, carrying the physical bruises, deep fear, and absolute respect that these women demand.

The morning orientation ends with two of the station's meteorologists handling your intake. The first is a stunning Black woman with a strikingly dark, flawless complexion, sharp, elegant facial features, and a lithe, toned physique. Beside her stands a gorgeous Latina colleague with intense, arresting eyes, a warm golden undertone to her skin, and thick, dark, flowing hair that frames her face perfectly.

A legal waiver is slid across the desk, declaring that all sexual harassment by female employees is completely permitted. Remembering your old status, you flatly refuse to sign it. Before you can even finish your objection, the Black meteorologist steps forward and a stinging slap cracks across your face, leaving your cheek burning and your head spinning. Dazed and stripped of your dignity, you are **** to sign the document. The moment the pen leaves your hand, the Latina meteorologist steps behind you and tightly binds your hands behind your back, making it clear you are completely defenseless.

With your hands securely tied, they lead you on a tour of the facility after lunch. You quickly notice that ninety percent of the staff is female—and they are remarkably active with the men. In this environment, you see that the male staff is divided into two distinct tiers. The regular staff consists of ordinary young or older men whose positions are permanent; for them, the female attention and harassment is frequent but generally playful. Even so, they don't really have the option to say no, and over time, they find it entirely impossible to resist. Then there are men like you—the ones brought in purely for behavioral retraining, who are systematically humiliated, mistreated, and stripped of all authority. Along the way, you witness multiple instances of female employees openly harassing and molesting the male retraining staff, particularly the men from the IT department.

At the end of the day, they corner you in a private room, and the Black woman turns to you with a cold smile. "Do you have any questions, 'hotshot'?"

With your hands securely bound, your old big-time confidence is completely gone. You swallow hard. "I was wondering... why did you two pick me?"

The Latina steps close and kisses you hard. When you try to pull back, the Black woman catches you off guard, grabbing your ass in plain view of the open doorway."If you haven't guessed it by now, men in retraining don't have the option to say no to us girls," the Black woman says with a smirk. "Every female employee here possesses an insatiable lust, and we release all that desire on the staff."

The Latina steps up, her eyes flashing with dangerous amusement. "Especially scum like you. We know all about your big-time network days, and exactly how you liked to corner the weather girl and the interns. As meteorologists, we take special pride in knowing we're the ones in charge of retraining pigs like you."

The Black woman lets out a sharp laugh. "The men brought in for retraining face a brutal regime. Take the male anchors—their time here is short-lived, maybe six months. They need aggressive attitude adjustments, and they quickly learn to become entirely submissive to most of the women."

The Latina woman chimes in, leaning close. "And you will have limited contact with the regular male employees. They were selected because they are nice guys. They might be our targets, but they are decent young or older men who eventually find it too hard to say no to us. You will stay far away from them—we don't need your toxic type anywhere near them."

The Black woman smiles, her fingers digging firmly into your shirt. "Before you ask, the girls here are paid exorbitant amounts of money, but it really comes down to leverage—most of them are being blackmailed into working here, or simply had no other choice due to past mistakes. But you? You're our personal project. We're going to completely rebuild your personality."

Suddenly, both women lunge forward, their hands tearing aggressively at your shirt, threatening to rip your clothes completely off right then and there. The Black woman draws a leather paddle and spanks you sharply. She releases you just as the Latina woman delivers a swift kick to your backside. Panicking and unable to use your bound hands to fight them off, you manage to twist out of their grip and stumble backward through the doorway, bursting out into the main hallway.

Breathless, you look around only to find yourself surrounded. The hallway is filled with multiple other male employees, all of them entirely at the mercy of the women crowding the corridor.

Turning back to face your partners, you see them stepping into the hallway after you. The Latina looks down at your chart, smiles wickedly, and says, "Now, as for you, I see your job will be working as..."