The next day

You fall asleep in your office that night, exhausted from your hard work. You wake up well after the employees get there, opening the door sometime around 10:30.

Melissa squeaks when she sees you, her cubicle is right next to your office. She buries her head in her work and tries to look as busy as she can.

“Good morning Melissa!” You say warmly, leaning in to rub her shoulder. She flinches at the first hint of touch. “Let’s have a back talk free day today, ok?” You whisper in her ear. Melissa nods her head frantically without saying anything, typing quickly on her computer with a thousand yard stare.

You stroll around the office, saying your hellos and good mornings to the employees. Tom tips his hat at you from behind the glass door in his office, evidently he’s too busy to come out and talk. Kristi gives you a friendly smile and wave, as if she didn’t spend the entire day yesterday bound and gagged in in your office. Tasha’s desk is your last stop before you go back, you plant your hand in the center of it with a loud THUNK and scare the daylights out of her. Leaning over her, you give her a bright sunny smile.

“Good morning Tasha! Have you and your boyfriend given our new opening any thought?”

Tasha, startled by your abrupt greeting, looks at you like a third eye just appeared on your forehead. “Right… Um… My boyfriend doesn’t like the idea of it,” she says reluctantly. “But, considering I’m the only one of us with a job, and I need health insurance, I kinda feel like I don’t have a choice. I’ll do it.”

“Tasha, you have no idea how happy you just made me. Let me show you to your office.” You walk Tasha over to her new change of scenery, pointing at the door to a dingy, single use bathroom. “Ladies first!” You say cheerfully. You guide her into the room with your hand on her waist, shutting the door behind you and locking it.

The bathroom is quite filthy, it doesn’t seem to have been cleaned for some time. An off-white, piss stained toilet and a dirty sink are the only decorations in here, the once white tiles are stained with black mildew. Tasha, appalled at these conditions, looks like she’d rather be anywhere else but here.

“So! Let’s talk dress code,” you say with a professional tone of voice. “We normally relax our standards for interns, it’s the least we can do considering we don’t pay them anything, but now that you’re in our system, I’m gonna have to be a little more strict from now on.”

“Oh ok, how should I dress then? Business casual?” She says, trying to make the most of this situation. You guffaw loudly at this, doubling over and slapping your knee.

“Oh, Tasha, you are too funny,” you chuckle, wiping a tear out of your eye. Tasha stares at you blankly. “Wait, you’re serious?” You say, equally as confused as she is. “I would’ve figured that ‘Office Hole’ would be self explanatory, but ok. We do have a uniform, and it is mandatory, but it is NOT business casual! I must’ve forgotten it in my office, come take a walk with me.

Eager to get out of the disgusting bathroom, Tasha nods her head and walks out with you. As you walk by the cubicles, you hear one of the employees whisper something, you’re unsure of what they said exactly, but you definitely heard the words ‘misogynistic pig.’

“Who said that? WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT?!” You shout, facing the direction the whisper came from. The employees stare at you blankly. “Speak up now! Or everyone in this office is gonna be a Free Use Fuck Slut today!” Hyperventilating, Melissa stands up and points at one of the cubicles.

“It was her, she said it,” she tattles. You storm over to the cubicle she was pointing at, seizing its occupant by her hair.

Known as Maddie Green, the 5’3” Human Resources Officer claws angrily at your hands, you have her suspended by her hair. 26 years old and a sassy attitude to boot, you boil with rage at the sight of her.

“We have a zero tolerance policy for name calling and harassment, Maddie, as our HR officer, you should know better than that. What do you have to say for yourself?!”

Maddie, her face contorted somewhere between a wince and a scream, ignores everything you just said to her.

“Ow! Get the—GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME ASSHOLE!” She squeals.

“Tsk tsk tsk, keep digging this hole deeper if you don’t know what’s good for you. Zero tolerance means we skip past the first offender policy and move right on to a ‘case by case’ basis, and in this case, I think I know exactly what a suitable punishment would be. Come with me.” You drag Maddie out of her chair, sending her tumbling onto the floor.

“Fuck you asshole! I don’t have to put up with this freak show, I QUIT!!!”

“No you don’t,” you say, hoisting the sassy blonde over your shoulder. You carry her kicking and screaming over to the reception desk, making a quick pit stop at your office to wheel out one of your little pet projects from the night before.

You had spent a good part of the night before extensively modifying an exercise bike, fitting it with three reciprocating saws and replacing the blades with girthy black dildos. With two on the seat and one on the handle bars, it was the complete package for three hole destruction, affectionately dubbed the ‘Three Hole Apocalypse.’

You roll out your little invention to the small crowd gathering around the reception desk, dropping Maddie on her feet and backhanding her before she gets the chance to bolt.

“Ow, that fucking hurt asshole!” She whines, rubbing the bright red handprint on her cheek. You ignore her, pulling her blouse over her head with her arms still trapped in the sleeves.

Tangled up in her blouse, Maddie flails around while you strip her dress pants and underwear off of her. Her body is slim and tight, with pale tan lines that indicate she spends a lot of time at the beach. After you finish undressing her, you rip the blouse off as well.

Stripped naked in front of her peers, Maddie turns bright red. Wrapping your arms around her waist, you hoist her high in the air. While she kicks and yells, you carry her easily over to the bike, and with one BJU-assisted throw, you slam her onto the seat. Her holes squelch as the monstrous phalluses protruding from the bike are guided dead center into her holes, cleaving them like a hot knife through butter.

“UGHGGHHHHHUUUUUUEEEEEEHHHH!!!” Maddie gasps, the impact had knocked the wind out of her chest. Quickly, you latch two leather straps around her thighs, locking her in place.

Clearing your throat, you address the staff. “This office has a zero tolerance policy for bullying. I can’t believe I have to do this in an office full of adults, but I’m going to be making an example out of Maddie today,” you say sternly.

You press a button on the side of the chair, the crowd stirs as it begins to whir. The girthy black dildos slowly start to piston up and down, stretching Maddie’s holes like fleshy rubber bands.

“UGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!” Maddie squeals in a deep, throaty yell. The self-lubricating, silicon dicks pump in and out of her two holes with cold, machine like indifference, stretching them as far as they please without slowing down. You turn up the speed and give her tight, tan lined ass cheeks a smack, grabbing the back of her head with your palm.

You slam her face down headfirst onto the handlebars, impaling her throat with the dildo protruding from the center. You latch her head into place with another leather strap, along with tying her hands to the handlebars. The bike rattles as Maddie thrashes her limbs around, but thankfully, your contraption is sturdy enough to hold her in place.

You fire up the final fuck-saw connected the dildo on the handlebars, turning it up to full speed immediately.

“HRRRRGUHGUHGUHGUHGUHGUH!!!” She chugs, as the three rape machines robotically stuff her holes with silicon. The crowd watches this unfold with a mix of disgust and indifference. While yes, it was tough to imagine yourself in this position, as the HR rep Maddie had been universally disliked by almost everyone in the office. A harsh punishment, sure, but in the eyes of the staff, there wasn’t a better person this could’ve happened to.

You turn back to the rest of the staff. “This is what happens to bullies in our office,” you announce over the sound of your sadistic contraption destroying Maddie’s holes.

Maddie’s whole body jiggles as black silicon balls bounce off of the entrances to her holes. The dildos piston in and out of her orifices with the precision of a lathe, all three gadgets set to maximum speed. Maddie, overwhelmed by this ungodly machine, struggles desperately against her restraints, unable to move more than a couple millimeters. Her expression of overwhelming pain soon gives way to a blank, thousand yard stare as her fragile psyche breaks under the duress.

You turn back to the crowd of employees gawking at this spectacle. “While I have you all here, I’d like to make an announcement. Our intern, Tasha, is officially a full time member of our team!” A couple polite cheers can be heard over the whir of the Hole Stuffer.

“Tasha will be taking on the role of ‘Office Hole,’ everyone here please feel free to use her body to your heart’s content!” Tasha’s face goes dark, she turns her eyes to the floor while everyone claps.

“Now that that’s settled, everyone get back to work. Tasha’s office will be open in 30 minutes, everyone be sure to stop by!” You turn to your office hole. “Now come with me Tasha, and watch your step. I think Maddie pissed herself.”

Tasha’s look of ‘trying to make the most out of a shitty situation’ is wiped clean off her face when you pull a dog collar and leash out of your drawer.

“This is... This is my uniform?” She asks, dumbfounded.

“Yes, now please hurry up and get changed, you have a lot of work to do today.”

“Get changed? Where’s the rest of it?!”

“This is the whole uniform. What, did you think the ‘Office Hole’ got to wear a company polo? You are hilarious Tasha.”

Up until this point, Tasha had been trying to keep it together. Sure, no one wants to be the office prostitute, but her bum ass boyfriend hadn’t had a job in three years, and her parents had long ceased sending her money to cover her rent. But this, the dog collar, was the straw that broke the camels back.

Tasha’s tears don’t come all at once. Clasping the leash in front of her stomach, she frowns at the floor, scrunching up her face to hold back a sob. You stare at her with a puzzled look on your face, not understanding why a woman might not want to be labeled the office sex toy. Tasha’s shoulders begin to shake, she clutches her face with her hands until she collapses into full body sobs.

You skirt around your desk, taking the leash from Tasha’s hands and consoling her. “Tashaaaaa…” You soothe, rubbing her shoulders. “Come onnnnn…”

“I don’t know if I can do this Mr David…” she sniffles.

“Sure you can! Everybody’s gonna love you, you’re gonna be their favorite person in the office!” You say, pulling down the spaghetti straps of her top. “Why don’t you just try on the uniform and see what you think?” Tearfully, Tasha nods her head, taking the leash from you. You act nonchalant about her changing in front of you, stealing glances when she’s not looking.

Tall and well built, Tasha has the athletic stature of a lacrosse or field hockey player, with thick yet smooth thighs and a nice balance between her hips and shoulders. Her mid-size tits sit nicely on her chest, quite perky with ample bounce to them. Tasha is the type of girl that wouldn’t even look at you if you said hello in your past life, but now? You hold all the cards.

Once she’s finished changing, Tasha turns to face you. Butt ass naked save for the red leash and collar, she doesn’t look very happy. “I can’t go out there like this David…” She whines. You’re starting to go frustrated, you’ve been trying to talk her into this for a half hour now, yet she’s still whining about it in your office.

“Look, Tasha, I stuck my neck out for you to get you this position, you know that right? What if I go out there naked too, would that help? So you’re not all by yourself?” Tasha sniffles and nods her head yes.

The whole office does a collective double take as you walk out of the office, butt ass naked with your morning glory sticking out at least a foot. For most of the people in the office, this is their first time seeing it, for others, it brings back traumatic memories. Melissa squeaks like a mouse when she sees you, scampering off to go hide in the ladies restroom. Tasha stays behind in your office, too embarrassed to walk out with you.

You storm back into the office, grabbing Tasha by her collar. You’ve had enough, if she’s not going to go willingly, she’ll have to go unwillingly. Throwing her to her hands and knees, you drag her out of the office whimpering like she’s a dog in trouble.

“I’ve had SMACK! Enough! You are going to get SMACK! Your ass, SMACK! In your FUCKING OFFICE SMACK! Or I’m going to drag you there! SMACK! MYSELF! SMACK! SMACK!” The whole office watches you spank their former intern with their jaws hanging. This place has gotten much stranger since you came in.

After whipping Tasha like a bad dog, she makes a bee line for her office on all fours, pulling so hard on her leash she chokes herself. She reaches her office before you do, you crack a smile and open the door while she claws at it.

You sense something has changed in Tasha, maybe she finally came around on the job, or maybe she’s just scared of you. Either way, you finally have what you wanted, an office whore with no self respect. Nuzzling her hair, your cock stands at attention. Tasha is ready for duty, and as the first one in line you know just what to do.