Christine Fokketall rants.

“Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not going screaming to human resources, or the police, or anyone. I know I should, but …” Christine explained it far too calmly, considering that she was naked in the office, except for the cute **** collar naming her ‘Krissi Fuckdoll’, while surrounded by her supposed underlings. They were dressed in business suits, albeit with cocks out and polished clean, while she was covered in their cum, and filled to the brim with creampies and swallowed loads. It was a thoroughly demeaning situation, and yet…

“Somehow, I’m just, meh, mildly annoyed at you. … I guess, thanks to that fucking device, I’m just too accepting of all this. So here I am, all **** and surrounded by powerful men, feeling horny and submissive because you fucking programmed me to agree to everything you ask of me.

“Still, I can’t believe you guys. Why do this much? You had all worked under me for so long. I thought we had a good team dynamic, you know, without any issues or friction. Then out of nowhere you suddenly decide to flip the table, and reverse the whole office power dynamic.

“But, oh, you weren’t content to demote me to a mere office girl. No, your little power trip turned me all the way into your obedient office whore. Your office ****! Meanwhile you all go about business as normal, even doing what should be my job. You took away all my power and authority, to kept me in my little whorehouse just waiting around to be used.

“As if fucking was all I am good for! You turned me into nothing but a pretty toy. A trophy for you to gloat over while making me fuck and suck everyone and anyone. You! Our clients! The janitor! Lucky delivery boys!

“And the worst thing is, I’m starting to enjoy it! The more you **** me, the more I look forward to the next time. But that doesn’t make it okay! You took things way too far. I’m becoming addicted to serving with my body, thanks to that device. But I have degrees and experience, so I’d still like to serve the office with my mind too.

“Now, I know things can’t go back the way they were. How could you respect me as your boss after all this? I can’t even expect to be treated as your equal. But, still, I can do more than be your whore. I can serve you, and others, in any way you wish in addition to regular office work.”

“Alright,” Roger admitted after her rant petered out. “You’ve given us something to think about. Things may have gotten a bit out of hand...”

They had started slowly, by first only asking her to be more friendly. She had agreed and immediately become less stand-offish. Encouraged by her willingness to oblige under the influence, carefully worded suggestions soon had her ditching her mannish pants for a skirt, then shorten the length, and wear tighter and tighter outfits around the office. All office appropriate, but still more feminine and revealing than her own choice.

Then a few polite requests had her tidying up around the office when she was not busy, even dusting, apparently not noticing anything odd about it.

In fact, she just didn’t complain. She overheard the hushed whispers behind her back, and noticed their hot gazes, but silently agreed with them. She was looking fine. She was being less of a bitch. She had a nice arse. They would like to see her naked tits. And so forth. It was more than borderline sexual harassment, but since she wasn’t in her right mind, she accepted it all as compliments. She even started flirting back; just some friendly teasing.

If they had stuck to the plan, they might have slowly modified her behaviour to start dating her colleagues, and eventually put out for each of them, all while thinking it was all her own idea. Becoming everybody’s lover would inevitable seem natural to her.

But the slow plan was frustrating, and her new temptress behaviour was irresistible. Apparently. One of them blurted out the end goal exactly the wrong time: when she over-heard and took it as a request.

Fury clashed with agreeableness. They experienced a moment of brief panic; that he might just have ruined everything. But the device won out, making her agree to the voiced remarks. She seemed eager to help them unload, and it all just snowballed after that. Receiving blowjobs and handies quickly lead to running a train with her begging them to cum inside her raw cunt.

But obviously it hadn’t stopped her from thinking that it was oddly unlike herself to agree to so much so easily. She did have a sharp brain, and once she identified the device, the jig was up.