Bimbofication Stories: December 2017

Blowjobs Need Loving Too

“Will you help me dispose of the body, Brian?”

Brian Harrison turned toward the woman that had just walked into his office and stared at her with a perplexed look on his face. “Say again?”

“If I free the world from the unspeakable evil that is Babs, will you help me dispose of her body? Do you have any good friends in the cremation business? Any chemist friends willing to donate acid strong enough to dissolve bones for a worthy cause? Any—”

“Barbara getting to you again, Tina?”

“No, she got to me last month. Now she’s trying to move way beyond ‘getting to me.’ I mean, what can you do with someone like that? She’s just a ... boil on the ass of society.”

Brian leaned back, crossing his arms and nodding with a faint smile on his face. “Interesting that you should ask that.”

Tina studied her coworker for a minute. “Okay, I’ll bite. Tell me what you’re thinking about doing with the boss from hell.”

“Oh ... nothing.”

“No, no,” Tina said, pulling a chair up to Brian’s desk and sitting down. “You can’t be cryptic and then clam up like that. What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“Brian!”

“Okay, I’ll tell you what. Right now, I have the biggest secret in the world. I will share it if you will go out with me on Friday.”

“Go out with you?”

Brian nodded.

Tina shrugged. “Sure, we can go get a coffee or something.”

“No, no, more than coffee. It’s a full fledged date.”

Tina studied him a moment. “Okay, Brian, we can go on a date if you want. So what’s this secret.”

“Not just any date. A good date. Promise.”

“Brian, you’re acting weird.”

“A good date, where you’ll give me a good time, won’t you Tina?”

Tina stood up. “Now you’re just downright creepy. I don’t know which of you is worse—you or Babs.”

“In fact, as an act of good faith, flash me a little tit right now, Tina. Or let me cop a feel. I know you’re not wearing a bra.”

Tina stepped out of Brian’s office into the hallway. “Fuck off, jackass” she told him, marching down the hall toward the front reception area.

“But Tiiinnnaaaa ...” Brian mock-whined.

Tina went past her desk and into the restroom to compose herself. What in the world had gotten into Brian? This wasn’t like him. At least he’d always behaved politely before. Now it was like he was TRYING to act sleazy and creepy. She shook her head, then raised her skirt to sit on the toilet.

The fact that she was pantiless did not register with her.

She peed and wiped, then wandered back to the desk in the reception area. She had just started typing a letter for Barbara “Babs” Lewis when Jack Nordstrom walked in, carrying a grocery bag. “Hi, Jack,” she smiled.

“Hi, Tina. How’s everything going today?”

“So-so. You’d better talk to your nephew. He was trying to creep me out just a few minutes ago with his psychopath impersonation.”

“Brian? That doesn’t sound like him. What’d he do?”

“He was acting really weird and sleazy. He told me to flash him.”

Jack frowned. “You didn’t misunderstand him? He wasn’t trying to ask you to quiz him for some test at college or anything?”

“Jack. He was NOT talking about flash cards.”

Jack shrugged. “I don’t know. I DO know he has a good reason to be excited today. Maybe that’s making him act strange.”

“Okay, Jack, spill. What’s this mystery you and he are talking about?”

“I’ll do better than tell you, Tina,” Jack whispered. “I need to go talk to your boss for five minutes, and then I’ll show you.”

“I’m holding you to that, Jack,” Tina smiled.

“You do that, sweetheart. Right now, I’ve got to go configure another application on Barbara’s computer. What type of mood is she in today?”

“Don’t even ask.”

“Right.”

“Ms Lewis?” Tina spoke in the intercom, “Mr Nordstrom is here to configure some of your software.”

“Send him in, Tina.”

Tina smiled. “Go ahead, Jack.”

Jack had not gone into Barbara’s office for more than a minute before Brian wandered out into the reception area. “You dreamed last night, didn’t you, Tina?”

“Brian, leave me alone. I’ve liked you before today, so I’m going to forget about your little spell this morning. But if you push it any further, I will literally have you up on charges. Understood?”

“I think you’ve been dreaming for a number of weeks, haven’t you, Tina.”

Tina reached for her purse and unzipped it. “Brian, I’m warning you.”

“Hot little dreams, haven’t they been, Tina? Of sucking men’s cocks and licking bitches’ pussies.”

Tina pulled the can of pepper spray out of her purse. “Brian, back off! I’m warning you.”

She heard Barbara’s office door open behind her and turned to see Jack emerging. “Jack, thank goodness. I don’t want to call the poli—”

Tina’s eyes widened as Barbara Lewis, business woman extraordinaire and diva of power suits, stepped out of her office in the skimpiest pink string bikini that Tina had ever seen.

Tina cleared her throat. “Ms Lewis?”

Barbara was looking around vacantly, a vague smile trying to form at the corners of her mouth.

“Pussy?” Brian called.

Barbara lazilly spun around, cooing, and took a step towards Brian. “Yes, Brian?”

“Come over here to me, little Pussy.”

“Oooooh, yes, Brian. Anything you say.”

“Ms Lewis?!”

“She doesn’t answer to that now, Tina. She’s ‘Pussy’, aren’t you, Babs.”

Barbara leered at her employee as she lightly stroked her hands over her abdomen. “I’ll be your little pussy anytime, Brian.”

“Turn around for me now.”

Barbara held her arms out to the side and spun around. “Like this, Brian?”

Brian waited until her back was to him, then grabbed each of her wrists, holding them out to the side and pulling her backwards toward him. “Exactly like that, Pussy.” When she was near enough, he pressed his crotch up against her ass, causing her to immediately begin squirming, rubbing her buttocks against his pants. What little there was of her bikini bottom rode up her ass.

“What are you doing, Ms Lewis?!”

Barbara just kept on grinding.

“I told you, Tina. She doesn’t answer to Barbara or Lewis now—just to Pussy.”

Tina cleared her throat. “What—what are you doing ...,” Tina licked her lips, “... Pussy?”

Barbara lazily gazed over at her other employee. “I’m grinding my ass against Brian’s crotch, Tina. And even through his pants, I can tell you that this boy has a hard-on that’s making me cream myself!”

Barbara could see that she had shocked her subordinate, and a lusty grin appeared on her face. “C’mon, Brian, let go of my hands. I gotta touch myself!”

“Ms Lewis—" Tina licked her lips again as she corrected herself, “Pussy ... why are you doing this, Pussy?”

“Because this is what sluts do, Tina.” She tried weakly to pull her wrists from Brian. “Briiiaaan ...” she whined.

“Jack,” Tina began, unable to tear her eyes from her boss squirming in heat, wetting the pants leg of her subordinate with her own juices, “Jack ... what have you DONE to her?”

“Just a second,” Jack whispered. “Pussy,” he called. “Pussy, go back into your office and change into the other outfit in the bag.”

“Jaaa-aack!”

“Just go do it, Pussy.”

Pussy bowed her head as Brian released her wrists, then she walked back into her office.

“This ... this is your big secret. Isn’t it, Jack?”

“As a matter of fact, it is. At least part of it.”

“How ...?”

Brian reared back and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Subliminals!”

Tina turned to look at him. “Those things don’t work. The ‘you need popcorn’ experiment—noone could ever reproduce that.”

“Well, Uncle Jack found a way to make them work.”

Tina turned back to Jack. “How ...?”

Jack smiled proudly. “Part of it has to do with reinforcement schedules. But then that part has already been known for many years now.

“If I reward you every time—or let’s say every third time—that you press a button, you’ll learn to press the button when you want a reward. This is what is known as a fixed ratio schedule, because I reward you every time you perform the desired action a fixed number of times. Clear?”

“Okay ...” Tina replied.

“Now, if I try to go from rewarding you, lets say every five times to every ten times, you initially get a little suspicious. You’ve performed seven times, and you were supposed to get a reward after the fifth time, but there’s still no reward. So fixed ratio schedules are a little harder to extend than other schedules.” He looked at Tina.

“Okay ... but this extending ...”

“Now let’s start you on a variable ratio schedule instead of a fixed one. Again, you get rewarded every fifth time, but ON THE AVERAGE. Any particular performance gives you a one in five chance of being rewarded. This in itself teaches persistence right along with the performance. Is this the eighth time you’ve performed? That’s okay, this has happened before. Keep on going, and you’ll hit the pay off eventually.

“I can slowly extend the reward schedule, moving you from one reward per five performances to once per ten, to once per twenty, to once per fifty ... to once per thousands. It is easy to teach pigeons to peck a lever for a reward that comes so rarely that they will starve, burning off more calories pecking than they ever get back from the food pellets they earn. They will actually wear off their beaks if you don’t retrain them.

“This principle has been used for decades, or even centuries, before it was ‘officially’ discovered.”

He stopped and just looked at Tina, prompting her to ask, “Where ... where was it used?”

“Why, gambling, dear. If you let me have control over the schedule of rewards a person experiences while gambling, I can turn any human being into a gambling addict, doing things they’d never have conceived of before—staking and losing their house, losing their children’s college funds, begging their friends for money, stealing money from their friends, whoring themselves for one more stake, just one more that they are sure will let them win that jackpot. Do you know what the most interesting bit of this is, Tina?”

“Wh-what?”

“Tina, all this is entirely voluntary on their part. All I’ve done is provide a reinforcement schedule, and they learn to do what I desire them to. These compulsions that I instill in them are unable to be denied, but from the outside, it appears that it is all entirely voluntary. Interesting, isn’t it?”

Tina just sat there, contemplating how one human being could actually do this to another.

“I said, ‘Interesting, isn’t it?’”

“Y-yes, it is interesting, Jack. But the subliminals—how does this apply to making the subliminals work?”

“Mmmm, smart lady. The difference has to do with the type of conditioning that I subject the subject to, if you’ll pardon the wordplay.”

“The type of conditioning?”

“Briiiaaan ...” came a voice from Barbara Lewis’s office. “Pussy’s wet. Pussy’s pussy is all wet! Heeeelp me!”

Tina spun her head to see Pussy emerging from her office. She wore dark purple hose and a garter belt. A light pink transparent set of panties was worn over the garters. A light pink transparent blouse topped the outfit off, worn around Pussy’s shoulders.

“Ms—I mean, Pussy?”

Pussy turned to stare at Tina, making her uncomfortable. It was like she was ready to lust after Tina’s body right along with the men’s. “Yes, Tina?”

“Pussy, you’re just flaunting your boobs and your cunt for these men and all the world to see.” Wow, that had come out sharper than she intended.

“Mmmm ... " she purred, “... aren’t I?”

“Pussy,” Brian called. “Are you going to let a subordinate talk like that to you?”

“Subord—? Oh, you mean Tina? Relax, Brian. Tina’s harmless. She’s nothing.”

“Nothing?” Tina asked in a small voice.

“Nothing, dear. You are the smallest of the small, the lowest of the low. If you were any less, we could walk right through you like a ghost. The only purpose you seem to serve on this earth is to consume food and excrete waste.”

“I—”

“Tina, honey, who on this world would even notice, let alone mind, if you were to expire tomorrow?”

Tina frowned. “I—”

“Except for the maggots that will have a brief food supply from your body when you decay, of course—they will notice you briefly. Noone else, I think, will even miss you.”

“I—! You—!”

“Easy, dear,” Pussy continued. “I know it’s not very easy for someone of your mental capacity to form her thoughts into coherent sentences. But just breathe slowly and take your time, and we’ll do the best we can with the words that you drool out.”

Tina clenched her fists. “You!”

“Tina,” Jack spoke. “Easy, Tina. She’s a pussy. Use her like she’s supposed to be used.” He turned to the ranking lady in the room. “Pussy, on your knees now.”

Pussy cocked her head to the side and smiled sweetly. “Yes, sir,” she said as she descended.

“Now, Pussy,” he continued. “You’ve made a great faux pas here.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Remove Tina’s shoes.”

Pussy crawled forward to Tina. Tina was hesitant when Pussy first took her foot, but allowed the other woman to remove left shoe, followed by the right one.

“Now lick Tina’s toes, Pussy.”

Tina stared, then giggled, as her hard-assed boss knelt on her hands and knees before her, dressed sluttier than if she were naked, and ran her tongue between her subordinate’s uncleaned toes.

“Jack!” Tina giggled, “This is neat.”

“You just have to treat a slut like a slut, Tina.”

Tina used her free foot to push Pussy’s face away from the foot she was licking, then stood and grabbed Pussy by the hair. Pulling her up to her knees, Tina turned so that Pussy was left facing the skirt covering Tina’s ass. “Babs ... Pussy ... kiss my fucking ass, you cunt.” She pushed Pussy’s face until it made contact. “C’mon, Pussy, I want to hear some slurping sounds from your wet kisses.”

Pussy obliged.

“Psst, Tina,” Brian called. Tina turned to look at the young man to see him holding up a thin dildo. As she watched, he dabbed a gob of grease out of an ointment jar and caked it on the dildo. “Why don’t you really tell her to stick it up her ass?”

“Brian,” Tina sighed, “You are one sick motherfucker. But with Babs—in this one particular case—I think you have the right idea. Give me that.” She took the dildo from her coworker and pulled her boss up by her hair until she was standing. “Bend over,” she ordered, pushing Pussy up to the desk and roughly forcing her to bend at the waist. “Present your goddam cocksucking asshole to me, slut. I’m going to loosen you up, you tight-ass.”

Tina scraped a little of the grease off the dildo, onto Pussy’s asshole while Pussy made little squealing sounds. “That sounds so appropriate. You threatened to fire me, bitch? Jack—I think it would be appropriately demeaning if she came and came the entire time this thing is up her ass. Is that possible?”

“Give it a try, Tina.”

“Babs! Babs, come back here!” Tina shouted at Pussy.

Pussy’s eyes fluttered a moment, then she gasped. “What?! What is going on here?!”

“Babs, you stupid cunt. Don’t you move from this position. You dared to threaten me?”

“Tina, what’s going on?! What are you doing to me?!”

“Something you’ve needed doing for a long time. Do you feel me knocking at the door of your ass?” She lightly pressed the dildo at Barb’s sphincter, being careful to just create pressure but not to penetrate.

“Tina! God, what are you doing?!”

“Something mighty enjoyable. Now Babs, I want you to get your hands in a good position to claw at that desk, because when I ram this thing up your fucking butt, you are going to cum and cum and goddam mutherfucking cum.”

“Tina! No!”

“You are going to cum like you’ve never come before, you cocksucking slut, and when you are ready to pass out, you’re going to drop into a fucking orgasmic coma of a haze and keep on cumming until I pull the fucking thing out of you.”

“Tina! Please! We’re sisters, you and me! We can’t let these men rule us like this! Come to your senses!”

“You can pull all the women’s lib shit you want to, cunt, I’m still no sister of yours! And you have been more of a goddam bastard than any man could ever be, so don’t go ‘sister’—ing me!”

“Tina!”

Tina pushed gently with the dildo. “Can you feel it coming? Can you feel it asking to come in?”

Barbara clawed at the desk. “For godsake, Tina! Please!”

“Now, I want you to scream like there’s no tomorrow when this orgasm fucking lands, when this missile shoots up your tube. Got that?”

“Tina! No!”

She pressed a little harder with the dildo. “It’s asking. It’s asking to come in.”

“Please, I’ll do anything, Tina! Just don’t—”

Tina pushed a little harder, and the very tip of the dildo barely started to part Pussy’s sphincter. “But it wants to sooooo badly. It just has to come in, Babs!”

“Mother of god, Tina, I’ll do anything!”

“Yes, Babs ... you will. Once you see how impossibly wonderful this makes you feel, You will do anything, just anything, to get me to plug you again. Got that?”

“Tiinna ...” Babs pleaded.

Tina pushed. The dildo slid in its entire length.

Barbara gasped. And held it. “Ohhhh! Motherfuckinggod!” Barbara screamed. “Fuck! Yes! Yes!! Fuck! Yes! Tina! Oh! It feels ... so! good!! Aaaaahh!! Thank you! Thank you, Tina!! Fuck, yes! Fuck my ass!! Oh, fuck yes! I’m your ... slut! Your goddam slut!! Forever! I’m Tina’s motherfucking slut! God! Yes! Oh, my ass!!”

This went on for a minute and a half before Babs began quieting down, screaming less and generally moaning and squealing incomprehensibly.

Brian and Jack stood in awe.

“Wow,” Brian said finally to Jack. “She’s good.”

Tina smacked Babs on the ass, driving the dildo the half inch back in that it had slipped out. Babs groaned with some renewed strength. “Well, boys,” Tina said, “I just did what needed doing. For a very long time, that’s needed doing.”

Jake looked slyly over towards Brian. “You got that all on tape, son?”

Tina started.

“I sure do, Uncle.”

“You—you what?!”

“Oh, Uncle Jack and I have put a couple cameras around in the office here over the last couple weeks. I made sure they had film and were running this morning.”

“You—" Tina swallowed. “You—what? Expect to blackmail me? You can’t. You can’t! You’ll incriminate yourselves! With that subliminal stuff!”

“No blackmailing,” Jack said soothingly. “We just thought you might like to rewatch your performance at a later date. Babs has been such a bitch and a cunt over the years that you might like to relive these moments. Or help Babs relive them when she’s beginning to regress to her old ways and you need to remind her that you own her.”

“I—I just wish I’d have known. That’s all.”

In the corner, Babs rolled over dazedly on her back to squeeze her own tits and let out another series of moans when that pushed the dildo back up into her ass again.

“So,” Jack drawled, “I never did finish bragging about my accomplishments. Brian,” Jack pointed to the body of Barbara, “Get that rod out of her before we cause her brain damage. A seven minute orgasm is more than long enough.

He turned back to Tina. “When you hear about ‘conditioning’, the first thing that always springs to mind is Pavlov and his dogs. Ring a bell, feed the dog, repeat this a hundred times, and the dog starts salivating at the ring of the bell as well as the smell of the food. This is classical or Pavlovian conditioning.

“Note the paradigmatic resemblence to classical subliminals. Invite people to the theatre, flash ‘You’re hungry’ at a subliminal level hundreds of times, and a couple folks might wander out to the concession stand and buy an extra tub of popcorn.

“Neither approach is very efficient. With Pavlovian techniques, I need a ‘built-in’ response first, like the drooling to food. Then I need to repeat the bell-food pairing hundreds of times, and the bell and food have to occur within less than a second of each other to get any appreciable conditioning—I certainly can’t ring a bell and feed Fido ten minutes later.

“Classical subliminals aren’t much better. First I have to hit that delicate border between the point where the flashed command is totally undetectable and the point where the command is detected by the conscious awareness (and the subject complains that we’re trying to control her mind and threatens to go to the police). I then have to try to avoid my subject’s mental filtering apparatus clamping down and discarding my commands because the subject’s mental paradigms disagree with the command (’no, I most certainly am not hungry’). And it’s weak, just like Pavlovian conditioning. After hundreds of repetitions, I still only have a weak link.

“What can I do?” He stopped and waited for a response from Tina.

“I don’t know, Jack. What—what can be done?”

“I’m glad you asked, Tina. One common thing between classical Pavlovian conditioning and classical subliminals is that both are wrenchingly passive. In both cases, the subject just sits there and is done unto.

“Now, we know that learning takes place in the real world much more efficiently than Pavlovian conditioning suggests. A gentleman named Skinner was one of the early pioneers of a second type of learning. A much more powerful type of learning.

“In operant or Skinnerian conditioning, the subject is no passive lump. Instead, you elicit a response from the subject, then reward or punish them. With a reward, they are more likely to repeat the performance in the future; with a punishment, the contrary occurs. This has a much more powerful effect than classical conditioning. There can sometimes be detectable learning after only two ‘teachings’. And all this reflects our role as animals in the world, actively interacting with our environment to survive and prosper.

“You look like you’re glossing over, toots. All this is a bunch of two dollar words to explain a simple idea. When I notice that a particular actions ‘gets me something’, I’m more likely to repeat that action. Much more likely. And if an actions ‘hurts me’, I’m not likely to do it again. Does that make a little more sense?”

“Yeah, okay, I can see that,” Tina said.

“Good, now can we make subliminal conditioning less passive and more active? Well, not as long as I’m trying to throw commands up on a movie screen to a passive audience.

“Here ... here is where my brilliance comes into play.”

Tina leaned foward, interested. “How? How did you do it?”

“Nordstromian conditioning had to wait for two things: the computer and Jack. With a computer, I can make subliminals participatory.

“First, about hitting that narrow margin between totally undetectable and consciously detectable, I start the command off in the totally undetectable range and very slowly increase it in intensity and/or duration, until I get a response from the viewer—actually, let me call them the participant, because that is what they are in this paradigm.”

“But ... but how do you get them to respond to the command, Jack. If you’re determining the correct intensity, you can’t have instilled the subliminal commands yet.”

Jack smiled. “Excellent, Tina. You’re exactly right. For this phase, I’m not trying to instill training, I’m just looking for a response. So I flash an emotionally laden topic—generally sexual or violent. Once it reaches the level of subliminal awareness, the subject’s mind becomes anxious, and there is a detectable change in response time. Once the subject’s reaction time just becomes squirrelly, I know that I’ve hit that magic region.”

Tina nodded her head, understanding.

“Now that I can be sure that I’m in the magic region of intensity, I can train them. This, too, however, is not passive. Initially, I command them to perform a minor action on the keyboard—an extra keystroke or something I can detect and prevent, for instance, from interfering with the document they’re typing with their conscious mind. Now the subject has a participatory action they can perform or not. I can also reward or punish the subject. When they perform the action, I give them a reward—a soothing ‘calm’ or ‘relaxed’ command, or later a nude image of the opposite sex. If they do not comply and perform the commanded action, I present them anxiety-stimulating commands, or later bloody and violent pictures.

“Just like in the discussion we had earlier about reinforcement schedules, I can teach futility here as well. The subliminal commands tell them to press a superflous ‘s’ on the keyboard if they want sex. If they perform the command, they are treated with pleasant rewards of sexual imagery. If they do not, they are still subjected to subliminal sexual imagery, but degrading and violent imagery that instills anxiety. So they learn that they get exposed to sex either way, but it can be either sweet or rough, depending on whether they obeyed.”

Tina was shaking her head back and forth. “Jack ... Jack, this is horrible. These are atrocious things you are talking about. How could you—”

“Tina,” Brian called from over her shoulder, “Are you wearing bra and panties today?”

“Brian, don’t,” she said without turning around. “Don’t go getting weird and creepy again. I can’t handle it now.”

“Tina,” Jack said and waited until her eyes met his. “Are you?”

Tina swallowed, her eyes glued to Jack’s. “Of course, Jack. I always wear underwear. I’m not a slut.”

“Okay, just checking. Tell me something else, Tina.”

Tina was discretely scratching her left shoulder with her right hand, trying to double check that a bra strap was there. “Uuhmm,” she swallowed hard, “What is that, Jack?” There was no bra strap on her shoulder. She reached behind her back to scratch just below shoulder blade level. She swallowed hard. What had happened to her bra?! She reached down to scratch at her waist to see if there were panties there.

“Tina, do you normally use the word ‘motherfucker’ so much?”

She had no panties on! Where were her panties?! “Jack?!” her voice quivered.

“Do you?”

“Do I what?!”

“Tina, do you normally use the phrases ‘cocksucking slut’ and ‘fucking orgasmic coma’? I mean, you’re a sweet young girl, I don’t imagine you with a speaking vocabulary including those phrases.”

“I don’t! I don’t use words like that!”

“But?”

“But?!”

“But you did just a few minutes ago.”

“No! I didn’t!”

“You told Babs that she was a cocksucking—”

“No! I didn’t! Don’t say those words!” She grabbed her skirt and scraped her hip, trying to find the panties that she knew had to be there. She always wore panties. She wasn’t a slut!

“Brian,” Jack said.

Brian pulled the earphone out of the cassette recorder and pressed the “play” button, and Tina heard her own voice replayed:

Tina shook her head rapidly back and forth. “No! No! That’s not me?!”

“Why then, dear Tina, who could it possibly be?”

Tina jumped up. “Jack! You goddam motherfucker! Where the FUCK is my goddam underwear?”

“Why, I don’t know, Tina. Where did you leave it?”

“I left it on my body, you stinking shit! You DID it! You did it to ME, too, didn’t you?!”

“Did what, sweet Tina?” Jack smiled.

“You fucking programmed me too, you stinking sack of shit, you motherfucker, you bastard sonofa—”

“Submissive, Tina. You need to be a little more calm and submissive.”

Tina sat back down. “Jack ... pleeaase ... what have you done to me?”

“Easy, sweetie. Bear up a little. Why don’t you grab a tit and knead a nipple a little while. It will help you calm down.”

Tina tried not to, tried to ignore his suggestion. But it was like holding her breath. How long could she hold her breath? She could disobey, but ... but for only so long. And then she’d come up gasping for air, she’d gulp in his suggestions. Her chest hurt, burned. “Jaaaack ...” she pleaded. His eyes just stared intensely back at hers. “Jack, pleeaase ...” She could only stay down below the water so long, her lungs aching to burst, even aware of—

Her hand moved up and cupped a tit, and the thumb and first and second fingers began twisting and kneading her nipple though her shirt. Yep, no bra.

She felt calmer now that she had obeyed. And the nipple being teased both calmed and excited her. “Jack, what in God’s name have you done to me?”

“Just a few minor improvements, sweet Tina. Nothing radical like your boss over there.”

Tina looked over towards the desk. Crumpled next to it on the floor, still twitching and writhing from time to time was the body of Babs. Or Pussy. Or whoever she was now.

“Jack?”

“Don’t worry, we won’t rename you to such a vulgar nickname as ‘Pussy.’”

“Thank you, Jack,” she said, her eyes sincerely grateful not to be degraded like that.

“Brian,” Jack prompted.

“Tina,” Brian called from behind Tina, but she gave no response whatsoever. “Tina!” he yelled, but still no response. A smile grew on his face. “Blowjob.”

Tina turned around. “Yes, Brian?”

“Oh, nothing.”

She heard a zipping sound and turned back around to see that Jack had opened his fly and had his erect prick on display now.

“Jack,” she said swallowing hard and staring intently at the cock, “Jack, something’s happening to me!”

“What is that, Blowjob?”

Blowjob looked up to meet his eyes. “Hungh?”

“You said something is happening to you.”

“I—I don’t know ... my throat ... I’m thirsty or something ... I feel weird, tingly ...”

“There, there. Come over here, Blowjob. I have a nice juicy sucker—I mean pecker—for you to suck on.”

She looked at the man with grateful eyes while sinking to her knees. “Thank you,” she murmured, crawling towards him. “Thank you ...,” she licked the head, “so ....” She took the head in her mouth and came off it with a wet popping sound, then drool ran out of her mouth onto Jack’s balls. “Much!” she said as she went all the way down on it and began slurping eagerly.

As her head bobbed up and down—oh, so smoothly and deliciously, she could actually taste delectable pre-cum!—she felt Brian place his hands on her hips and pull upwards. She stood for him, not missing a beat with her sucking. Her mouth lips felt like her cunt lips, all swollen and hot and erogenous. She felt Brian lift her skirt up in back as she stayed bent over, sliding back and forth on Jack’s cock. She felt the big wet stain where she had already soaked her own dress with her juices, she felt them dripping from her still sopping-wet cunt down onto her thighs and calves.

She heard him unzip and she started stroking her face back and forth on Jack faster. She felt Brian’s hand on her hip, and she popped her mouth off Jack. “Oh, yes! Baby! Do me! Do Blowjob!!” She resumed blowing Jack and waited eagerly.

Blowjob was on the verge of cumming as Brian easily slid his pecker into her hot wet cunt. Every stroke of her lips up or down Jack’s cock felt like it would put her over the edge! She felt Brian move in and out of her, felt Jack move in and out of her mouth. Oh! She was ready to cum! Any second now!!

Brian was younger and less able to contain himself. Within two minutes, Blowjob heard him groan and shiver. Yes! Yes! She was so close herself! So Close!!

Brian made a mess in Blowjob’s vagina, but Blowjob didn’t care. It felt so warm and sticky and good and she was so close herself so close so close ...

After a few more minutes, Jack felt himself on the verge. He pulled out of Blowjob’s mouth, and she brought her hand up, spat in it, and began pumping him, licking the head of his cock and she was so close, so close, so ....

Jack squirted on her eyebrow, squirted on her cheek, squirted on her eyebrow again, squirted three times on her lips and mouth.

Blowjob felt the wonderful juice on her face, the delicious juice and waited for it to bring her to make her cum, to just take her over the edge just a little farther just ... please! a little farther! Blowjob had to cum!!

“Jack!!” she screamed. “Blowjob’s gotta cum!”

“So cum.”

“Blowjob can’t! She’s been pumping and pumping and waiting and waiting and she’s on the edge ready, so ready! And Blowjob can’t cum!!”

“Why is that?”

“Blowjob has no idea! She just knows she just hasta cum! Please, Jack!! For Blowjob!!”

“Brian.”

Blowjob felt Brian’s hand under her shoulder, pulling her up. She followed him over to the desk, where he bent her over and pulled her skirt down to the floor. She gripped the sides of the desk as she felt something cold touch her anus with a little pressure.

“Can you feel it coming?” Brian asked. “Can you feel it asking to come in?”

“No! Don’t do that to Blowjob! Please!! Blowjob doesn’t want to like that!!”

“Now, I want you to scream like there’s no tomorrow when this orgasm fucking lands, when this missile shoots up your tube. Got that?”

“Please, Brian, no! Blowjob doesn’t wanna like that! She doesn’t want her toes to curl when you finger her asshole! Don’t make Blowjob cum that way!”

Brian pressed a little harder with the dildo. “It’s asking. It’s asking to come in.”

“Please, Brian! Blowjob will do anything! Just don’t—”

Brian pushed a little harder, and the very tip of the dildo barely started to part Blowjob’s sphincter, eliciting gasps from her. “But it wants to sooooo badly. It just HAS to come in, Blowjob!”

“Oh, fuck, YES! Blowjob HAS to cum!! Push it IN! Ram it all the way up Blowjob’s ASS!! Do it, Brian, and Blowjob will do ANYTHING for you!!”

“Yes, Tina ... you will. Once you see how impossibly wonderful this makes you feel, You will do anything, just anything, to get me to plug you again. Got that?”

“Please ...” Tina pleaded.

Brian pushed. The dildo slid in its entire length.

Blowjob sucked in air, then started screaming. “Yes, fuck Blowjob!” She wriggled her ass from side to side, the tiny bit of red dildo that was still sticking out looking like an airplane attendant sweeping flags to wave a plane in for a landing. But the plane had already landed and slid into the tunnel-shaped hanger. “Blowjob is a slut! She’s a whore! She’s a mutherfucking slut that’s just been reamed up her ass!!” She slid to the floor, sending shivers up her back again when the dildo got nudged in slightly further again. “Blowjob thanks you! Thank you for making me this way. I am a WHOLE woman now! I am so much better, Blowjob is so much better than before. Thank you for fucking with me. Thank you ... for ... fucking ... me ...” Then she slipped into half-consciousness, twitching and moaning occassionally, muttering unintelligible things.