Throne

Throne. Yours words are the ultimate Persuasion. Any and all will obey you. Power and all commands last only until midnight.

Graham pressed the button to turn off his car, but made no move to get out. He sat there staring off into space until the radio cut out and eerie silence invaded. With a groan he finally opened the door and stood up, stretched out in the underground parking garage.

Today was his anniversary. His 20th anniversary. For most that would conjure up happy images, but no. This wasn't a happy one like a wedding anniversary, or even one to be proud of like 20 years sober or something. No, it was his anniversary of the day he started with the company.

20 fucking years.

20 years for what? He'd had big dreams when he started. He would rise up, become rich, powerful and successful. It had happened before. In fact, it happened to people who'd been sitting right beside him 20 years ago.

But not him.

Sure he wasn't just a grunt anymore, but middle management wasn't anything special. Not to him at least. It certainly didn't pay like it was special, as evidenced by his 15 year old car or his iPhone 7.

And what awaited him inside? A party? A cake? Some kind of celebration for this milestone?

No. He doubted anything was waiting for him but a pile of shit. Figuratively of course, although some days he might have preferred the real thing to the crap he got saddled with.

With a final groaned he finally walked towards the stairs and up to the office proper.

He walked passed the rows and rows of cubicles to his office, such that it was. Years ago upper management had decided that doors made managers feel inaccessible and so his got taken away, along with all the other middle managers. Of course they hadn't taken away their own doors, they had important calls to be on after all.

He rolled his eyes and sat down at his desk. He'd just booted up his computer when someone knocked on his door frame, "Hey boss, there's...well..."

"What?" Graham asked dejectedly, "What is it now?"

"Well...I think someone got you uh...a candygram of something? Some bloke in a costume is here anyway..."

"Great...alright. I'll go see." Graham stood up and walked out. The person in question was immediately obvious. A rather realistic skeleton costume. He was heading straight for Graham, so Graham decided just to wait here for him. When he was close enough Graham called out, "Well...I know it's Halloween but I didn't expect to see anyone in costume before sundown. How can I help you?"

The skeleton didn't smile. It's expression was icy but it's eyes seemed to be of blue fire. It chilled Graham and he shivered.

A voice, deeper than anything he'd ever heard, spoke, "Rather, I think I can help you. Pick a card, any card." It flashed a stack of oddly designed cards towards him.

Graham rolled his eyes but picked one anyway. He looked at it. Oh, it wasn't a playing card but more like a Tarot card, "It says Throne. Is that a good thing?"

"It is not good or bad," The skeleton replied, "But would you rather be a King or a peasant?"

Graham raised an eyebrow and then looked down at the card again, "I guess a King. The artwork is pretty nice, am I supposed to-" He looked up. The skeleton was gone.

He sighed. What the hell was that?

He went back to his desk and started to work.

It didn't last long. He got a slack message from his boss summoning him. He knew he'd better head over immediately.

Anne Rogers was everything Graham was not. She was young, bold, and willing to do anything to get ahead. She'd started at the company after Graham, he'd actually trained her before he became management, but she quickly shot past him. Now at just 32 years old she was the youngest VP in the company's history, and she never let anyone forget it.

He entered her office and shut the door behind him, "So what's up?" He asked her.

"What's up? I saw your numbers. Why is Leticia still around? Or Mark for that matter? Cut the deadweight already."

Graham grit his teeth. Leticia and Mark were good workers. They were slower than some of the others, but they didn't make mistakes. In fact he often relied of them to find mistakes that others had made. He'd never get rid of them.

"With all due respect-" He started.

"Just get rid of them. Make something up. I don't care what it is."

"No," Graham stood his ground. He was tired of getting pushed around, "Why do you want them gone so badly? The numbers aren't that bad. Tell me the truth for once."

"I asked Mark out but he rejected me and Leticia is prettier than me." Anne answered immediately.

"Huh?" Graham was stunned. Had she really just said that?

She clasped her hand over her mouth, "I mean..." She looked frazzled, like she didn't mean to say that, "You heard nothing. Ok? If you say anything I'll fire you too!"

"Wow...you know what Anne? Go fuck yourself." Graham had had enough. He didn't care if he got fired, he was just done with this job.

To his surprise Anne didn't yell back. No, instead she stuck her hand down her skirt and started moaning.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked.

"What's going on? Why can't I stop? What did you do to me? This is ****! I'll report you!" She yelled, all the while moving her hand continued to pleasure herself.

"Shut up!" Graham yelled. Immediately she stopped talking. She seemed to TRY to talk, but nothing came out.

Graham was confused. Was she seriously obeying him?

"T-take..." Could he really do this? "Take off your shirt." He ordered.

She didn't stop masturbating but her other hand started working the buttons of her shirt. It took her a while but she managed to slide it off and reveal her lacy bra. She glared at him but remained silent.

"Holy shit..." He knew she had big tits. She'd never shied away from showing off her cleavage to distract and entice her male superiors but seeing them up close like this..."S-stop masturbating and take your bra off. Then stand up and don't try to call for help or hurt me. Don't cover your boobs either."

In seconds she was standing in front of him, hands on her hips, glaring at him.

He held up his hands, "Ok. You can talk but only whisper."

"What the fuck?" She whispered, "What's going on? Why am I obeying you?"

"That's what I was going to ask you!?" He yelled back.

"Just let me put my shirt back on and I'll forget all about this." She said quietly, "We can pretend it didn't happen."

"Be honest. What will you do if I let you leave?"

"Immediately call the cops. Have you arrested and fired. I'll tell them you **** me." She said immediately.

"Well..." Graham realized he was in a bit of a pickle. How would he ever prove that he ended up like this without ****? It would be his word against hers. Did his power extend to everyone? Or just her? He couldn't risk it. "Ok...let's try this. Take off the rest of your clothes and start masturbating but don't orgasm no matter what. Tell nobody about me suddenly being able to command you, or anything I said to you in here. If anyone asks you told me to fire Leticia and Mark, I refused, and I left. That's it. Don't stop masturbating until you get caught. When you get caught, you'll cum."

She obeyed, of course she did. "Bastard. Fucking bastard. I'll get you for this." She whispered even as she started to touch herself.

"Once I leave you can talk normally. Oh and I don't know if it will work, but forget everything from the moment I walked in until now."

He hurried stepped out of the room. He could hear soft moans through the door, but she didn't yell or scream at him. Had it worked?

He didn't wait to find out.

He stopped by his office to grab his bag, then stuck his head in his assistant's cubicle, "I'm not feeling great. I'm heading out."

"Oh really? But we had something planned for lunch."

"Really, what?" He asked.

"We all got you a card." She said.

"A card? 20 years and I get a card..." He rolled his eyes and then glanced at her. Dark thoughts crept into his head. He'd always been a very respectful boss. He'd done his very best to make sure all his employees felt safe and comfortable at work. That said...he HAD noticed Daphne. How could he not? He was pretty sure he'd never stared at her or anything like that but she had even bigger boobs than Anne. MUCH bigger.

"You know what...I'd like a present for my anniversary. I deserve a present." He said firmly.

"You do boss, but corporate cut back on those. There's no budget for-"

"Show me your tits." He said before he even knew what he was doing.

"What!?" She gasped, but still she obeyed. She lifted up her sweater and bra in one go and showed him her bare breasts. They were amazing.

"Wow...oh uh, don't tell anyone you did that, or that I asked. And uh, put that down and forget you even did it."

She put her sweater back down and linked, "Uh...what was I doing?"

So memory manipulation did work? That was good to know. Very good to know.

"Actually you were just going to follow me to the conference room."

"I was?" She asked.

"Yes. Follow me." He led her to the conference room and locked the doors. "Don't speak and get on your knees." He undid his pants and pulled them down. She looked shocked and tried to crawl away.

"Stop! Give me a blowjob. Pretend my cock is the most amazing thing you've ever seen." He ordered.

Soon her lips were on his dick and she was bobbing back and forth. Holy shit. She was blowing him. She was really actually doing it! He couldn't hold back, it was just too much. He came without warning and it spilled out of her mouth onto her neck and sweater.

Crap. He hadn't meant to leave evidence like that. He pulled up his pants, "Forget our entire interaction from the moment we entered the conference room. Remember only that I talked to you about your performance in a positive way. Leave her and clean yourself up and just completely ignore the taste in your mouth or anything that makes you suspicious of me."

She left in a hurried and he stayed to bask in the afterglow. He felt amazing. Not just because he'd blown his load, but because he felt powerful for the first time in a long time.

Next he rushed to his car. He didn't know where he was going, but he wasn't staying here!

He set off like a rocket, but it didn't last long. He'd just left the city limits when flashing lights behind him ruined his fun. He pulled over and watched as a cop strolled up to his window.

"License and registration." She said.

"Don't panic or do make any sudden moves and answer me honestly. What size is your bra?"

"32B." She said.

"When was the last time you had sex?"

"17 days ago."

"Have you ever had sex while working?"

"No." Her face showed her confusion, but she didn't run away or try to arrest him. Good signs as far as he was concerned.

"Have you ever fantasied about it?"

"Yes."

He grinned. He felt so powerful. Like he could do anything.

"Then let's explore that..."

A minute later he was fucking her against a tree on the side of the road. He couldn't believe it. He could do anything. "Cum!" He ordered, and she did, "Cum again!" This was amazing!

When he was finally spent he realized he didn't have to settle for just one woman. Why not build a whole Harem of adoring slaves? It would be so easy!

He'd take this one with him. She wasn't a 10 or anything, but you never forget your first.

With the cop's help he collected 3 more women by nightfall. His last ex-girlfriend who dumped him for someone who made more money, the cute barista at the cafe he frequented, and a random but stunningly beautiful woman he'd seen on the way home and just had to have. All of them were in his house and he'd ordered them all to be in love with him and each other. It was practically paradise. Tomorrow he'd have to find a bigger house to commandeer but for now things were pretty much perfect.

And then the clock struck midnight.

Graham was rudely woken from a pleasant dream but the suddenly sensation of his arms being wretched behind him and his wrists being cuffed. He turned his head to see the cop angrily glaring at him.

"What are you doing? Let me go." He ordered.

"Shut the fuck up!" She yelled back. She disappeared for a moment and he awkwardly rolled himself over. She returned, fully dressed, with her gun in hand, "You're under arrest for...well...fucking everything!"

"Put that down." He ordered.

She didn't obey.

"Put it down!" He said again.

One by one the other women entered, all of them dressed, "Is it over? He can't control us anymore?"

The cop answered, "I don't know. Backup will be here soon. You girls should head downstairs. Just in case his power comes back."

The girls nodded, glared at him, and rush away.

He stared at the cop, "I don't understand."

"Neither do we! How the hell did you do that?!"

"I didn't do anything," He tried playing dumb, "You obeyed me all on your own."

"Bullshit."

Graham relaxed a little. It was true. They'd obeyed him on their own. There was no evidence, no way to prove anything else. It was their word against his, but what jury would believe he'd mind controlled them all into fucking him. He was in the clear.

And he was. To some extent. He hadn't used **** against any of them and there was no evidence he'd done anything illegal. In fact the cop ended up suspended pending an investigation and Graham was released the very same day.

He called in sick the whole week, unable to face Daphne and Anne at work. He heard through the grapevine that Anne was caught masturbating at work and was fired and that Daphne had quit. Maybe everything really would work out.

So he was shocked when police knocked on his door to arrest him. It turns out that Daphne had kept that sweater, full of DNA evidence. That, plus the testimony of all the women he'd controlled had been enough for the prosecutors to move forward. He still didn't believe a jury would convict him, right up until the verdict was announced.

20 years. At least his next anniversary would be a happy one.