the hunter's Contract for Jessica

"I, Jessica Rogers, hereafter known as Cumsock, am now the property of this law firm. The employees of this law firm, hereafter known as Owners, have total and complete control over my body and mind. I am not an employee of this law firm. I am property.

If I ever encounter or discover unclear wording in this contract, I will always interpret this contract in the way that I most dislike.

I have no legal rights. My money will be emptied out of my accounts entirely and all my possessions sold within the week - all of them. My car, my home, my cats, my phone, my clothes, everything - down to the last g-string. The firm owns my body, and I own nothing. This money will be put into an office pool. Once a week, my Owners in the office will vote on what to spend the money on. The only rule is that the money must be spent on me in some way. Maybe it's something gentle, like a diamond-encrusted anal bull dildo - but it could also be a tattoo of this or another contract, some special training, permanent surgery, or even something far less benign.

During the work day and any after-hour gatherings, my time will be spent managing the sexual appetites of my Owners. I do this by wandering about naked, posing in ways to try to entice them into using me sexually. Once every 20 minutes I may also quietly whisper a slutty proposition if I so choose. Otherwise, my job is to be sexy office furniture. If someone does indicate a need to use my body for their pleasure or if someone's cubicle "busy" light turns to amber, I will ensure I do whatever that office worker asks until they are satisfied. I will never be asked to do solely office work. If I am tasked with office work, I must also have a separate, sexual task alongside it (e.g., signing documents under a desk while sucking a cock). If two of my owners give different commands, I follow seniority."

Inside, Jessica was frozen in fear as she watched Sarah write the contract out on the white board. Early on, she started to try to catch Sarah's eye and give her a look that begged for help. But... even that seemed to count as communication. Her "look" changed into a slutty and inviting smile as her hands started rubbing her tits in just the right way, and she felt herself drop lower and lower to the floor. Sarah just smirked and shook her head. Jessica was horrified. Jesus fuck, how much of a bitch could you... did she... did she just lick her lips?

Suddenly, she felt her knees tap the ground and her pussy started clenching. It was... such a weird sensation. Her hands fell as she thought about this new feeling. She started to look... concerned.

Her pussy started rhythmically pulsating as if she were having the best orgasm of her life, but she couldn't feel anything. She's once read about ruined orgasms in some magazine, but they seemed silly. They'd been described as frustrating, arousing, and annoying. Jessica didn't really get it - how did a physical orgasm with no "orgasm feeling" that made you super horny even work?

How did this even... ugh. This was weird. Her pussy was just constantly... twitching. She didn't understand it, it made no sense, and yet she felt herself starting to really, really, really want to cum. Which then made her legs even weaker, and so she sunk more and more into the ground as an increasingly mushy pile of horny. She started squirming a little bit on the flooring, trying to get some stimulation. Fuck. She was trapped. In the most truly, fucked up way possible. She couldn't stand because her legs were weak because she was horny because her pussy wouldn't stop spasming because her knees were on the ground because her legs were weak. FUCK.

The hunter looked over at Jessica and saw that her knees had hit the ground. No one else seemed to have noticed Jessica's sudden concerned frown, but he did. A wide smile split across his face. Jessica wanted to ask what was happening, but knew not to try. Still, even the concerned "asking" look seemed to count as communication, and she felt her hands start to automatically fondle her ass, spreading it apart in view of all of the new goddamn interns.

One of the interns with better eyes caught Jessica's pussy spasming open and closed as she leaned forward. He didn't know what it meant, but he was intensely intrigued. It was sort of mesmerizingly hard to look away from.

Jessica felt pins and needles all over her body as she started waving her ass enticingly.

The hunter continued.

"This fund will also be used to keep a constant supply of multivitamins, soap, mouth wash and antibiotics available for my use. However, my Owners will never purchase food for me. They promise that. All of my food will be harvested from the bodies of my Owners."

Jessica's eyes shot open, but no one could see them. Now they were all staring at her undulating pussy. Since she knew that no one was watching her face, she allowed herself to contort her expression into what she truly felt. With that last sentence, she knew what was coming. She'd barely be human. She'd be a -

From the corner of her eye, she saw that the quick change of expression to a horrified about-to-vomit-in-panic caught someone's peripheral vision, and it became noted in her mind as an "attempt to communicate." Before the man had even been sure what he had seen, Jessica's face had already returned his gaze with sultry "fuck my mouth" eyes.

"I will seek opportunities to suck the cum from their dicks and juice from their pussies."

The pins and needles kept returned, mixing with the feeling of increased need she felt from her undulating pussy. The hunter didn't slow.

"If requested, I will follow them to the bathroom and be their toilet slut, where I will eat everything that comes from their bodies. And at the end of the day, if I am still hungry or thirsty and everyone is gone, I will seek out full toilets to eat and drink out of like some kind of insane office gremlin. I am immune to all disease and take antibiotics for resistance on top of this. I will have no health issues from my diet at any time. After I'm done (and after every session as a toilet slut), I will thoroughly clean every part of my body that may have become soiled.

Then I will masturbate while rereading this contract continuously and thinking of all the things that had been done to me that day until I fall asleep from ashamed exhaustion. The only exception to this is the days in which I have been assigned some kind of sexual ****. I am never allowed to cum during my time to myself.

I will also never, ever enjoy the taste of anything but cum and pussy juice. Cum and pussy juice will taste like the most delicious ambrosia the world has ever seen, but literally everything else will taste overwhelmingly disgusting. I will never get used to that disgusting taste under any circumstances. Each time will be as awful as the first. And unless requested for some reason by an Owner, I will never vomit. If needed, I will just repeatedly retch until the feeling passes."

Jessica wanted to hate every word she was hearing. But it was so, so hard. Her pussy was driving her insane. Her pelvic floor was starting to feel a little legitimately tired, and she couldn't even call for help if it somehow... what... cramped up? Was that even a thing? Well, it didn't fucking matter because she was SO FUCKING HORNY. Her strength started to leave her even MORE and she felt herself start to kneel down further, face to the floor.

"Quick pause, Sarah, if you please," the hunter said. "Take a look at Jessica, everyone. These commands I'm giving aren't random, they're carefully derived from lots of research. Those orders I gave to her earlier? They're known as the bitch breaker. I knew that eventually it would lead to her kneeling at our feet, horny and somehow wanting us to give her even more depraved things to do - if only we'll let her cum."

With a yawning pit opening up in her stomach, Jessica realized that a small and truly feral part of her very much wanted that indeed. She felt her pussy twitch again, and that part of her grew just a little.

He continued. "So please give me some patience as I seal off some issues. Jessica, listen to me. I directly control all of your body. The end of the contract? Everything I say from here on out? It applies immediately, right now and forever, no matter whether you sign or not."

"Any time I begin to consider taking any action that I believe will lead to an improvement on my circumstances in any way - including everything from a diet change to escape to suicide - I must immediately explain what I plan to do to 10 Owners. If all 10 of them agree with my decision, I am allowed to carry out said action. So I'm free to dream up ways to escape, but as soon as I do I have to immediately tell 10 people nearby and beg for their approval.

Any time someone tries to take me away from this office for any reason, I must first explain what I plan to do to 10 separate Owners. If all 10 of them agree with my decision, I am allowed to leave the office.

I will not harm any Owner nor will I harm myself.

Any time I read the following line, I will repeat it in my head 10 times before I am allowed to continue.

Any time I dream about this contract I will come back to the office.

Any time I believe a person is trying to get me to break this contract, I will try to surreptitiously inform uninvolved members of the firm before directly confronting the person ordering me to break contract. This confrontation should play out in a way that most helps the firm as a whole.

And again: any time I find two interpretations for any stipulation in this contract, I will always use the one I hate the most.

Signed, your **** forever - "

Then the hunter walked up and, with a flourish, added a signature line for Jessica... and then another, for Cumsock. As he printed her new name he stylized it to look like... a dripping sock-covered cock, with balls being formed from the k.

Jim, Clint, the hunter, Sarah, and the rest of the interns turned to look at Jessica. She was now fully prostrate on the ground, twitching slightly as the occasional moan escaped her lips. Her pussy undulated with rhythm as her attempts at occasional communication (thinking too much of yelling for help) had her fingers spread her pussy a bit instead. One of two of those watching were able to see her pussy and asshole still twitching, never stopping.

She clearly hadn't even noticed that the hunter was done.

He spoke again, "Those moans aren't Cumsock's mouth trying to talk to us anymore. It's just desperately horny. It needs cock in its holes. Now. So - who wants to use this slut's holes first while I go round up everyone else?"

Jessica started to explain that he was wrong, and that all her coworkers were about to start a fucking ****. Instead, she just started rubbing her clit and moaning like a whore. The interns and her coworkers smiled at her kindly, as if graciously deciding to grant her request. Her face pressed against the ground, she heard the sound of a zipper. Then another.