Chapter 44: Stoned

3 December 2025

Marcus Stone was a dick, and he knew it. More than that, he took pride in it. He knew that he was the best of the best. Eton. Oxford. A Congratulatory First in PPE and the arrogance to match.

He could have walked into a desk at any bulge-bracket firm in the Square Mile. But after spending three high-flying years cutting his teeth on Wall Street, he chose the Bank of London for two reasons.

First, he wanted to be rich. Obscenely, ruthlessly minted.

Second, he refused to waste the rest of his twenties suffocating under American-style corporate HR and layers of compliance bureaucracy. That ruled out the mega-funds and the transatlantic investment banks.

His father was a consultant physician, so while the family was wealthy, he offered no help when it came to City connections. His uncle, on the other hand, had made a killing in derivatives trading during the run-up to the financial crisis and started a venture capital firm in the 2010s. He was, therefore, perfectly situated to introduce Marcus to the great Arthur Vance.

Howard Stone and Arthur Vance were nearly mirror opposites in every way, but they shared an appreciation for vintage port and high finance. So when Marcus decided to bring his Wall Street pedigree back across the Atlantic, Howard brokered a direct introduction to Mr Vance.

At first, Marcus chafed. Mr Vance ran the bank with patrician, old-school caution. If Marcus had wanted to faceless corporate restraint and to answer to endless regulations, he could have stayed in New York, or taken a job as an associate at Barclays. But the Bank of London wasn’t run by a risk committee - it ran through Mr Vance. In time, Marcus demonstrated that he could generate eye-watering returns without embarrassing the firm. As a result, Mr Vance gave him free rein, and Marcus quickly built his reputation as a star on the rise.

His office behaviour, on the other hand, had been troublesome from the start. Marcus considered himself well above the staff, and he showed scant respect for the women who worked on the executive floors. He drew his own arbitrary line at outright sexual assault, which made him feel safe enough. If he took liberties now and then - a wandering hand over a young woman’s bum, or a casual remark about a nice pair of tits - what was the real harm?

Caroline was his seventh PA in the four years of his tenure at the bank. She was certainly the most competent girl he’d had serving him, even if she was a frigid bitch. Marcus hadn’t decided yet if she was a Little Miss Prim who just needed a good seeing-to, or if she was really a slag on the sly.

For the past couple of days, things had finally turned around with her, though. Every time she got near him in his office, not only did he get a stiffy, but she was touching him more often too.

There was something strange about it, though. Thinking about Caroline was making him thirsty.

He pressed the call button on his phone.

“Caroline? I need you to pop in here now.”

A moment later, her cheery voice replied.

“Be right there, Mr Stone.”

Marcus tried to focus on his work while he awaited his PA, but he found himself unable to remember what he was trying to accomplish. He looked at his computer screen, but the words didn’t mean anything to him.

He reached for his mobile even though he had nobody to call.

The only name that kept circling his thoughts was Bob Edwards.

Bob is a good leader. He has such brilliant ideas.

Marcus squirmed in his chair. He hated to admit it, but he was fucking hard.

“Here we go, Mr Stone,” Caroline said sweetly as she glided into his office with a cup of coffee in hand. “Time for your afternoon pick-me-up.”

Caroline set the mug down on his desk and returned to the door. Instead of leaving, though, she closed the door and locked it.

“Drink up, Mr Stone.”

Marcus felt a powerful craving, as if he had been deprived of his caffeine fix for days. He grabbed the handle and took a powerful swig. The heat and bitterness of the liquid barely even registered. All that mattered was that he had to drink what Caroline had brought for him.

“That’s excellent, Caroline, love. You knew just what I needed. Now, why don’t you…”

***

Caroline spotted the moment Marcus froze in place. He had become entirely predictable after half a dozen doses over the past two days.

And she was ready to complete the training her master had laid out for her.

“Listen carefully, Marcus. Bob Edwards is your master. You obey his commands. You trust him completely. You will support any idea he has with all your effort.”

Caroline undid her skirt while she was giving Marcus the litany of commands. She looked directly at him to see when his pupils would cease their dilation, which was the first sign that he would be awakening soon.

She slipped off her hipster knickers as she prepared for the second part of the session.

“… come on over here.”

Marcus had gone through this process so many times that the instruction not to notice the changes in the room had sunk in deeply.

“I’m ready, Mr Stone. Drop the trousers so I can have a go.”

Marcus hurriedly undid his belt, opened his trousers and slipped his clothing down so he was starkers from the waist down. He sat quickly in anticipation of Caroline straddling him.

She enjoyed the feeling as he slid into her soaked cunt. There was nothing special about Marcus’s cock. It certainly wasn’t as perfect as Mr Edwards’s blessed rod. But performing this task for her master was nearly as good as getting fucked by him in person.

As soon as he was balls deep in her, his eyes glazed once more. The hypnotic trance was irresistible, just like Jenny had told them.

“Marcus, you’re going to keep treating me with respect now, aren’t you?”

He nodded dumbly.

“Use your words, Marcus, so I know you understand.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll treat you with respect.”

“Good boy. And you’ll advocate for my Christmas bonus and two extra days of holiday, won’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy. And you aren’t going to let anyone get in the way of Master getting what he wants at the board meeting, are you?”

She squeezed down on his prick so he would get the message loud and clear.

“Yes, ma’am, I promise.”

She smiled. She was tempted to pat him on the head, but she knew he wouldn’t get anything from that. She had to follow the prescribed method.

“Marcus, be a good boy now and come for me. Come and forget.”

The drug-induced stupor, when mixed with the endorphins from sexual climax, burned the lessons into his mind while also wiping away the memories he was told to forget. Stasi is a genius, Caroline thought to herself as she felt the spurt within her.

She wasn’t with Marcus, though. She was enjoying Bob’s majestic ploughing, just as he had told her she would. Every one of the PAs had a boss who had been turned into a private Bob-adjacent dildo.

She purred as the orgasm rocked her.

Caroline allowed herself a few moments to let the waves of pleasure subside. Then she let his spent cock slip from her insides before she got back to her feet.

She donned her knickers once more and then put on her skirt. “Good as new,” she said softly as she worked the fastener across the zip.

“Will that be all, Mr Stone?”

The question had become a trigger for Marcus to awaken. Each time, he was embarrassed to find himself half-naked behind his desk, with no memory of the last few minutes. The conditioning, however, had not only held but strengthened.

“No, thank you, Caroline. That’s all for now.”

Marcus quickly cleaned himself up and put his clothes back on. He hurried because he had an important task to do.

He opened his email and started a new message.

Bob, you can count on me to support the Richmond Project. If there is anything I can do to assist you before Friday’s meeting, please let me know.

Marcus pressed send.

He felt bloody good.

He hoped he felt at least that good when he completed his year-end memo in support of Caroline. She was the best PA he’d ever had, even if she could use a good shag.