The Supply Closet

Lauren groaned slightly as the man lead her, unresisting, back into the hallway. She desperately didn't want to be taken away -- Kate had to be back soon -- but at the same time, she was leashed so she had to.

Two doors down, he turned and opened it with a wave of his hard cock.

He smirked. "That was one of mine. I'm so proud of it."

Lauren didn't say anything, even as her legs followed him into the new room. She absentmindedly tapped the doorframe with her hips as she walked by, but she didn't hear a beep.

The room she found herself in was a small one, with barely enough room for a few people to stand in. Shelves were on each wall, with assorted office supplies. It was like any other supply closet she had seen, except most office supply cabinets were limited to things like paper clips and notebooks -- this one held that, as well as half empty boxes of condoms, jars of lube, and...

"Are those... individually wrapped dildos?" Lauren said, muttering stupidly.

"Yup." He grinned. "This place is fucking amazing."

With a leer, he reached over and looped the end of her leash around the end of a cabinet post. Instantly, the tingle went through her and she realized that this was her supply closet -- and she had to stay here, even if there was some horny naked man in there with her. The idea of leaving was simply unthinkable.

The man's hands found her tits, mashing and kneading them even as he pushed her against the wall. As before, she found herself a passenger in her body, staring on in horror as she let herself be molested. But at the same time, she knew she had to, because she didn't have the right to stop him.

He leaned over and kissed her, her mouth parting to let his tongue in. A moment later, he pulled back, leaving her gasping. "I... I thought you could only touch me!" She said, fresh shock rushing through Lauren's body.

"And you believed Kate the Cocktease when she said that?" He laughed. "Well, think about it. All I was doing was touching your mouth with mine. That's ok, right?"

She paused, ever so briefly. "Of course that's not ok, that's not touching me, that's a kiss!"

"So, gonna stop me if I do it again?" His face was all smiles.

Lauren's eyes went ever so slightly wider. She didn't want some weirdo kissing her, but... She realized, with a dawning horror, that yes, he had the right to touch her like that if he wanted to. After all, her mouth was out there, exposed to the world.

"N... no. Of course not."

He silently put his hands around her face, pushing her down. "I'm sure she said something like how it's all just playful fondling and all that. But this here? This is the truth of this place. You're no better than those plastic cocks behind you. You're a walking, talking, thinking sex toy."

He brought her face down, right above his throbbing member. "I'm gonna touch the inside of your mouth with my dick, newbie. That OK?"

Of course that wasn't OK, she thought even as her mouth opened to let it in. This isn't a touch, this is a blowjob! But even as that thought crossed her mind, another, more insistent thought followed -- But then again, it was just a touch, albeit more intimate than she might want. She didn't have the right to stop him.

His hips started thrusting, her mouth stretched wide. "You're nothing more than a sex toy. They programmed us like computers, and like computers, you have to do what you're programmed to do. And just wait till your personality test is done."

"Personality test," Lauren tried to ask around the dick in her mouth. It came out as so many muffled vibrations, which caused him to grunt and start thrusting faster. Lauren's mind raced. If someone could do this -- shove a cock in her mouth and she had to just take it... could they shove one in her pussy? In her ass? Would she let them?

... Yes, of course she would, she realized with dread. She was the one walking around with her cunt and ass hanging out, if someone wanted to use it who was she to say no?

"Ah, there's the look. You just realized I was being kind when I chose your mouth instead of your ass, didn't you?" He grunted. "Your only saving grace is the rest of us are all," he grunted again, harder, "programmed the same damned way. You have any idea how many fruit cups this company has who have cornered guys like me in this damned closet?"

A few moments later, and a bitter taste flooded her mouth. He paused, shuddering, his hands gripping her hair tight.

"God, I love newbies." He pulled out with a plop, and as he did so, Lauren swallowed without thinking about it. "Welcome to the team."