Realise true potential.

Writers Note: Sorry for repost but the original story was deleted by creator and when it was restored some of the chapters that I had published before the removal were rolled back into draft.

"Get up bitch, we're only just getting started..." James sneered, giddy with power as the full scope of what he could do occurred to him. Caroline began to stand, with deliberate slowness as she glared at Cain. A flash of anger flowed through him and his hands shot forward, tearing the ruined blouse completely off before roughly groping his boss's tits. Caroline gasped, the previous command ensured she enjoyed the tit play even if she disliked the man giving it to her, he rolled a fat nipple between his fingers and her legs buckled, a sensuous moan escaping her mouth as she stared daggers at James.

James grinned as Caroline squirmed in his grip,

“Such a slut"

Caroline groaned as a trickle of femcum trickled down her thigh. Just then he noticed the time on a clock over Caroline’s shoulder and his smile widened.

He released his grip on her funbags and admired for as second as they bounced back into the natural resting position. Fuck,but he had made her sexy! He could hardly recognise her from the dumpy, dour faced woman of yesterday.

Apart from the sour look she was shooting him as she recovered, legs shaking and skin flushed.

“Come on...Let's go for a walk”

She obeyed immediately this time, shoving past him with gritted teeth, James didn’t react apart from chuckling before swatting her ass as she brushed past him. She jumped but kept walking, ignoring James entirely as he followed her, eyes glued to her ass as it moved beneath her skirt, creased and dirty from their previous fucking.

She was vainly trying to re-buttoning her top which James had ripped open with little success as most of the buttons were scattered along the floor.

“Not really dressed for this are you? Here...let me help you, you’re completely naked!”

With that her clothes evaporated into nothingness, the shirt dissipating in her hands and James watched as the perfect peach of an ass came into view.

Only the collar remained.

Caroline yelped in surprise and tried to cover herself before whirling around seething,

“Undo that now! Give me back my clothes!”

“Why? You like being naked, you love having everyone stare at your bare tits and tight shaved pussy, especially in public...”

Caroline grunted as her pussy pulsed suddenly, embarrassment was joined by arousal as her pussy hair faded, leaving her completely exposed to not just James but anyone who walked in.

“S-stop changing me!” She hissed, as a red flush crept up her neck, her picturesque face overwhelmingly sexy even when twisted into a snarl.

“But you love it, deep down as much as you hate it, you adore the power I have over you, over everyone...It turns you on so much to know I can rewrite everything about you with a single sentence...”

“Fuuuu-" She moaned out, her nipples like diamonds as she roughly began to grope a tit, the other hand gripping tightly around the collar.

She bit her lip and looked up at James, her eyes wild with lust and rage,

“You-You're a ****...depraved pervert...” Caroline sneered out, in between gasps and moans and James leaned in, close enough to feel the heat coming off of her and whispered in her ear. Caroline didn’t pull back, staring defiantly even as she slipped a finger into her pussy, already gushing in preparation for the response to her taunt.

“Yes, but I’m not even half as bad as you are.”

Caroline bucked against him, grinding her pussy furiously along his leg as her inhibitions dropped and her libido skyrocketed. Her pussy spasmed as graphic images bombarded her thoughts.

Her eyes rolled upwards, Her memories being refocused under a erotic lens, Her motivations for doing porn changed from the need to make a quick buck to the desire for new depraved experiences. The thought of thousands of people seeing her slutty cunt squeezing around a complete strangers cock, as another one fucked her throat, set her ablaze.

And He had done it to her...

“Fuck!” She screeched, soaking the James's pants as she writhed against him, “Fuxk you, fuck you, Fuck you!”

Anal, Lesbian, interracial, gangbangs, hard-core, bondage, both as a sub and a dom.

It all filled her head, rewriting her entire set of morals and standards. Every time she looked at a guy she wondered what his hands would be like around her throat or his cock up her ass. When she met a woman, she wondered how she tasted, if she liked riding like a queen or being ridden like a bitch...

It kept on coming, she thought of her co-workers and remembered openly leering at them, wondering what it would be like to thrust Jane's face between her legs or deep throat Carlos's dick.

Even now she was fumbling for James's rod, desperately attempting to unbutton his jeans, **** to have it in one of her holes again.

He stopped her, gently but firmly grabbing her wrists and holding them away as her quim begged for a pounding, pulsing with need.

She growled, struggling against his grip "Stop being an asshole, fuck me already!”