The future!

You spend the remainder of the week back at your home with Mark and Emilia. They both take turns constantly fucking you and pounding your abused holes. You feel pretty certain that your poor asshole will never not be gaped again after the amount of things stuffed in it constantly.

As the week comes to a close Mark tells you of his plans for you, “well Stacy. This has been amazing. But as you know, life goes on and there are bills to pay. So here’s the deal, you are going to continue to work as the CEO of your company, like nothing happened this week. You took a vacation or whatever. I’ll visit you periodically at work and order you around like the ‘good girl’ you are but otherwise you will continue to make money. Emilia here is going to be our new live in maid. We are one big happy family now. Got it?”

You try to respond but Marks cock is stuffed into your throat so you can only slightly nod.

“That’s a good girl. Now enjoy”. As he says it he withdraws his cock and covers your face in his cream. Emilia wastes no time crawling over to lick it off of you and then spitting it all into your mouth. You know you should be disgusted, but you’re not. You love every second of it.

Monday rolls around and you quietly get dressed. You make sure not to wake Mark or Emilia as you put on your work skirt and jacket. Get your hair done properly and all dolled up. Your limo is waiting for you outside the house, the driver looks familiar… but you can’t put your fingers get on it.

When you arrive at your office building you set about the business of work. You respond to the mountain of emails, organize all the up and coming meetings and by lunch time you are in full CEO mode. Then you get a phone call from your secretary, “a man named Mark says he’s here to see you ma’am, says he has an appointment. But I don’t see anything here….”

You don’t feel the immediately pull and desire to submit to the request. You could turn Mark away, or possibly have the police arrest him and be free of his ‘training’, but what if that backfires….