Widowmaker Office Worker

Amélie was trapped.

She had been trapped for most of her life now, it felt. In one form or another. This particular prison was somehow crueler than her previous one, if it could be believed. Where before she had slumbered beneath the facade of falsity, now she had to actively move around the constraints of her cell.

The fact that she had to play the role of a dutiful corporate wage **** was a hell of its own, but to add insult to insult she had to spend it with the completely brainwashed Tracer, or Lena. A dark mirror of their previous roles. She wondered briefly what god or goddess she had angered for this to be her fate. To be freed from one form of mind control only to be subjected to another. The company had messed up her brainwashing and left her with this smallest semblance of consciousness and complete lack of control. She wasn't sure whether to thank fate or curse it.

“Chin up, luv,” Lena said. “The men upstairs don’t like sad sluts. Less productivity I’ve learned.”

“Oh! Oui. Of course, madam,” she bowed and resumed her feather dusting. She was part of the janitorial staff at Talent Co. and her assigned role was cleaning both the office itself and its inhabitants. So while she dusted Lena’s desk, Amélie was also sliding herself along the double-headed dildo both she and Lena were impaled upon.

“That’s more like it!” The ex-Tracer nodded enthusiastically as the ex-Widow grinned and thrust her groin on top of her assigned fuck-partner.

“Dieu, it feels so good.” It did, not that Amélie wanted to extol the act being **** upon her, but she had to narrate her feelings. It was part of the instructions in the brainwashing training video they had used to prepare her for her role.

“Of course it does, luv. There’s nothing better than two hot girls fucking each other for their bosses’ approval. If we’re lucky, we’ll even get promoted. I know I’m right close to becoming chief slut officer.” Lena clapped her hands in sheer exuberance. “And you could even become the head of cleaning services!”

“Très bien! I will strive to clean every dick and pussy.” Amélie licked her lips and groaned internally. “I live to serve the company.”

“I live to serve the company,” Lena echoed.