An inside job.

For another month, Damien used Jennifer Mason regularly, and often called his underlings in to partake of her charms. The more this happened, the more Jennifer began to get used to the idea of being used as an object.

In fact, she began to get into it. She had been a boring house wife before being subjected to Damien’s influence, but now she was having plenty of sex with different men, and she was having mind-blowing orgasms while being fucked out of her mind on a near daily basis.

Oddly enough, Mrs. Mason found her work life improving as well. She was more able to relate to her students, and she was happier, which meant she was a little happier when she dealt with them and their lives in school.

Finally, the day came that Damien had been waiting for. He had sent Mrs. Mason out to service a customer who used a lot of product in his social circles and as a reward for his business, he got a night with Jennifer.

Turns out, he liked to share nearly everything with those in his social circle. Jennifer was turned out to nearly 30 men, all of whom used her multiple times over the course of the night. If she hadn’t been allowed to shower at the end of her time at his condo, she would have leaked a puddle of cum directly from her holes all over her car seats.

When she arrived the next evening at the drug house, Jennifer didn’t complain, at all, about her ordeal and instead simply asked for her next dose.

Damien gave it to her, and then queried.

“Tell me about your daughter Jennifer.”

Jennifer was stunned and suddenly very aware that she was talking to her drug dealer and pimp.

“Nothing to know. She isn’t part of this side of my life.”

She was proud of that answer.

“Tsk tsk Jennifer. I’m not asking you to do anything bad. I simply want to get to know her. Besides, you don’t need to be rude about it, I’d hate for you to no longer work for me because we can’t get along.”

“I whore myself for you, you bastard. I don’t ‘work’ for you. My daughter is not part of this.”

“Oh but she is, she just doesn’t know it yet. I’m not looking to turn your daughter into heroin, but I am looking to fuck her. Rigorously, and with purpose. I want to be her boyfriend and I want you to help me. I could also cut back on the amount of work you do and maybe increase the amount of product you get as compensation.”

“So now you want my daughter to whore for her mother? To give me a better life? Fuck you Damien.”

“Sweetly, this isn’t a negotiation. This is a telling of how it will be. I am going to fuck your daughter. You can’t stop me without giving away your own secret, and I doubt you want to lose your family. I can seduce your daughter with your help and make it a happy experience, or I can hook her on Molly, and have my way with her - not unlike your own situation, and when she’s hooked, I’ll give her as a cheap attraction to my regulars. Again, not unlike your situation.”

“Your decision, simply put, is whether you want your girlfriend to be my slut. Or my whore.”

Damien clicked his pen.

“You have 5 minutes to decide.”

Mrs. Mason only took 2 minutes.

“She likes classic rock music, romance comedies, and drama class.....”

Damien listened for over an hour as Mrs. Mason spoke about her daughters likes and mannerisms. When she was done, he gave her a ride on his 10” dick in which she screamed because of her sore pussy, and orgasmed because she was a slut and a whore.

When he was done with her, he sent her home.