The Laura who came into the office on Monday was very different from the one who had worked there a month ago. She was tired, and horny – she found even without her aphrodisiacs she was getting wet easier and more often. Her cunt hurt from being fucked by Roy at the clinic and by anonymous men at the Pretty Titty. She had the taste of cum in her mouth from one of Erica’s condoms she had licked clean that morning, and another load of sperm shining on her breasts. She didn’t know why she wanted cum on her tits so much, but she couldn’t stop herself – it was like an addiction.

Still, she was professionally dressed. She had a growing awareness of how much of a dirty degraded slut she was inside, but she could still cover it well enough to attend the office. Even if her first stop would be to her boss, to let him cum on or in her.

As she walked through the shared workspace, Laura noticed a new employee – a girl of maybe 19, thin, small-breasted, beautiful, with long brown hair. She felt her legs squeeze together, and blushed – could she not look at any girl now without picturing fucking them? – but she otherwise thought nothing of it.

Alistair, however, had clearly been thinking of it, although he said nothing at first. Instead, he waited for Laura to undress and kneel in front of him.

“Is that cum on your tits, slut?” he asked.

Laura blushed. She had hoped he wouldn’t notice. “Yes,” she said quietly.

“How did that happen?” Alistair asked.

Laura’s hand moved to her pussy and began to rub; it was normal for her to masturbate in Alistair’s office if she was saying something demeaning, and it was more habit now than choice.

“I poured it out of a condom my girlfriend brought me,” she said, almost whispering, “and massaged it into my sex-balloons. Because I wanted cum on my jugs.”

Alistair laughed – a cruel, degrading sound. “I’m not sure if you were really always such a fuckpig before we started playing, slut, or if you’re just a quick learner, but it suits you.”

Laura said nothing, just kept rubbing her cunt. She had brought the photo of her twat with her, and she stared at it fixedly rather than meet Alistair’s gaze.

“Did you bring me new photos of your slut girlfriend?” Alistair asked.

Laura nodded, and passed him her phone. The new photos were of Erica naked and urinating into a glass while crying, with the intimation that she would be drinking from that glass later; and of Erica pushing a condom full of sperm into her pussy while squeezing her tits. Laura knew that nobody who saw those photos would ever be able to look at Erica normally or take her seriously. She no longer cared much. She found it hard to see the loving girl she had started dating in Erica – she now saw only a whiny, annoying fake-lesbian slut who was only useful for licking Laura’s cunt. Every time she thought about Erica, Laura felt a tiny surge of guilt for what she had done to Erica, and how she had changed Erica’s life, and rather than experience that horrible feeling, Laura crushed it by thinking about how much she wanted to slap and rape her girlfriend. Laura hadn’t made Erica into this crying traumatised slut – Erica had always been a whore, and Laura was just discovering that. Surely that was the case.

Alistair took out his cock now and started to masturbate while looking at the new pictures. Laura felt a stab of jealousy. Why was he only starting to play with himself when he saw Erica? Didn’t he get hard enough from looking at Laura?

“I’ve got a new task for you, bitch slut,” Alistair said. Laura knew he was talking about her.

“Yes?” she asked – or moaned, rather. Her hand felt good on her cunt.

“We have a new bitch starting today. You may have seen her outside. Her name is Katy, and she’s a hot piece of ass. Did you think she was hot when you saw her?”

Laura didn’t want to say she was attracted to a co-worker, but she knew what Alistair wanted to hear. “Yes,” she moaned.

“Good slut. In fact, I have some paperwork here for you to sign, where you confess to have fantasies about raping Katy, okay? Just for my records.”

Laura didn’t know how more demeaning confessions could make her position worse, and she couldn’t think straight with a wet cunt anyway. “Yes,” she just said.

“Good slut. Now, as it happens, I know Katy’s mother. I dated her once. She was a real bitch – refused to fuck. She was a pure ice queen. She doesn’t know I’m in charge of her daughter here, but I’d like to get some revenge, and you’re going to help.”

Laura didn’t like the sound of this. Alistair laughed at the expression on her face.

“Don’t try thinking too hard, slut, you’re not good at it,” he said. “Here, would you like to suck my cock while you listen?”

Laura very much did want to suck his cock. She gratefully crawled between his legs and took his dick into her mouth. It was warm and hard and salty. She moaned happily around it, and then moaned even louder when he grabbed her hair and started to face-fuck her as he spoke.

“I want to have the bitch up on disciplinary charges, Laura. I want her to be in your position – on the brink of getting fired for being a total slut. And then to be able to actually fire her – or maybe have an arrangement with her like I do with you.”

Laura felt bad for Katy, but also a little excited at the thought of a stuck-up slut being made to experience the same abuse Laura had to live with. She instinctively disliked anyone whose life wasn’t as slutty as Laura’s own.

“So it’s up to you, Laura,” Alistair said. “You’re going to give me the evidence of that lewd and slutty behaviour, by seducing her and making her act like a slut. You’ve got one week to get it, or else I’m sharing your file around the office for everyone’s entertainment.”

Laura moaned in horror, and just as she did, Alistair came, and ejaculated into her mouth. Her body responded immediately and predictably by orgasming, and Laura came with the knowledge that she was going to destroy another girl’s life in her mind.

As she lay there afterwards, naked and with the taste of cum in her mouth, she knew there was no question that she would do what Alistair asked. She found it increasingly hard to say no to men anyway, and more importantly the idea of seducing and humiliating this girl felt so RIGHT to Laura. It was only making the girl the way Laura herself was. And she knew how she would do it, too.

When she was at the Clinic that night, she requested extra supplies of her aphrodisiacs. Amy didn’t even ask her why, just gave her boxes and boxes of extras. The next day at the office, when Katy went to lunch, Laura looked through Katy’s purse. Sure enough, she found birth control pills. Carefully, Laura teased open the foils for the birth control pills, removed the medication, and replaced them with aphrodisiacs, using a tiny bit of glue to tuck the foil back in place so it looked unopened. For the next month Katy would be taking a powerful aphrodisiac every time she thought she was taking the pill.

Then, for good measure, Laura went through Candy’s purse, and did the same to her. The big-titted bimbo could see what it was like to try and think through a fog of arousal. She discovered Candy also took dexamphetamines, presumably to help her with concentration. Laura tipped those out and replaced them with more aphrodisiacs.

The changes in the girls were obvious, and almost immediate. Both Katy and Candy began to look flushed and distracted at work, their nipples visibly erect through their blouses. They shifted and squirmed in their seats and looked awkward and embarrassed and breathless whenever they interacted with men. Laura felt a twinge of humiliation, realising how often she had been in this state at work herself, and how obvious it must have been to those around her.

Candy, at least, had a way of dealing with her arousal – raping Laura. Over the next few days, Laura found that Candy would follow her on almost every trip to the bathroom, and take the opportunity to force Laura to lick her cunt until she came. Candy seemed to think it was Laura who was making her so horny, and repeatedly slapped and pinched her during their encounters, and called her a “lezbo whore” and a “fucking clit-tease dyke”. After her conditioning, Laura was even less able to defend herself from these assaults than she had been, and in any case was becoming accustomed to other people having sexual control of her, and just focused on the delicious taste of Candy’s dripping fuckhole. She couldn’t even protect herself when Candy once again paused after orgasming to piss in Laura’s mouth.

What Candy didn’t know was that Laura had begun using the same toilet stall on each visit to the bathroom, and had outfitted that stall with a small secret pinhole camera. Each of Candy’s rapes of Laura was recorded, and Laura kept the files.

Katy didn’t seem to have any similar kind of release. Laura watched her closely to see if she would go to the toilets to masturbate, and followed her on each trip to the bathroom, but she found no evidence of Katy touching her pussy to deal with her drug-induced arousal. Instead Katy just spent each day squirming and rubbing her legs together and, increasingly, just staring off into space with a flushed face and uneven breathing.

Laura had planned to burst in on Katy masturbating in the toilets and photograph it for Alistair. Katy’s abstinence was frustrating, and worrying. Laura eventually had to strike up conversation with the girl to find out why. It wasn’t easy – in her aroused state, Katy was trying to avoid social interaction, and it was hard to get her attention – but in an awkward conversation with the horny girl in the lunch room, Laura found out the reason. Katy was a devout Christian – she believed masturbation was a sin, along with sex before marriage and, of course, lesbianism.

This left Laura with only one option. She spent a day sabotaging Katy’s work, causing her problems, so that Katy would have to stay back after normal close of business. And when she did, Laura stayed back too. She watched Katy, and eventually when Katy went to the archives to retrieve a file – the dark, deserted archives – Laura followed her.

She found Katy in a lonely corner of the storage area. The girl looked cute – white button-up browse over her small breasts, short but not too-short skirt, long brown hair cascading over her shoulders. Laura found herself growing angry just looking at her. This girl wasn’t being blackmailed. She wasn’t being turned into a slut. She didn’t have to piss in public on her back lawn or have her tits shocked when she said the wrong words. She just waltzed through life looking pretty while Laura was degraded and raped.

Laura raised the knife she had taken from the kitchen, strode towards Katy, and grabbed her shoulder. Katy started to struggle, then froze when she saw the knife.

“You bitch,” Laura found herself saying. “You slutty bitch.” She pulled at Katy’s shirt, ripping it. Buttons popped free from the front and bounced across the floor. She tore the shirt away, exposing Katy’s white lace bra, and then used the knife to cut that off too, baring Katy’s bitchy little tits.

“Why… what…” Katy gasped, so Laura slapped her, and then slapped her again. She pulled Katy’s skirt off, and then cut off her white panties, so that the little slut was naked in front of her. Laura’s hand went straight to Katy’s cunt – hairy and unshaven, like she didn’t even know what it was for – and found it dripping wet.

“You like this?” she asked Katy, smearing Katy’s sex juices across the girl’s face. “You’re aroused by being raped?”

Katy started squealing in protest so Laura slapped her again. Then she pushed Katy to the ground, pulled off her own underwear, removed the vibrator that she normally kept in her cunt these days, and sat on Katy’s face. “Lick,” she ordered.

It took some time for Katy to obey, so Laura amused herself by pulling handfuls of Katy’s pubic hair out by the roots. She felt Katy start to cry, and her tears against Laura’s inner thighs just made Laura even wetter. On some level, Laura knew what she was doing here. She was committing a serious crime. She was raping a girl who had done nothing to Laura to deserve it. This wasn’t her girlfriend, or Amy, or even Candy – this was a random girl she barely knew. And she was violenty raping her.

But Laura didn’t really care. Another part of her mind was active, telling her Katy deserved to be raped, that Laura should rape her. If the little bitch hadn’t been so pretty, Alistair probably wouldn’t have noticed her. Alistair was making Laura do this. It wasn’t really her choice – she was just doing what she was being forced to do. This was Katy’s fault. If Katy hadn’t wanted to be raped she should have been nicer to Alistair. Sucked Alistair’s dick, like Laura did.

And when crying Katy finally started to lick Laura’s cunt, the rest of her doubts went away. It felt amazing. Katy seemed naturally talented, for a girl who’d never licked cunt before. Raping Katy was the best feeling in the world. Laura graciously decided to reward Katy by leaning down and licking Katy’s pussy. Katy spasmed and clenched her legs and tried to stop Laura, but Laura pulled out more hair until Katy complied and allowed her cunt to be tongued.

After the first time Katy brought Laura to orgasm, Laura chose to piss on Katy’s face as a reward. She clenched her knees around Katy’s head so Katy couldn’t turn away, and then drenched Katy’s whole head in her urine. Some of it into Katy’s mouth. Then she told Katy this wouldn’t end until Katy herself was able to orgasm, and went back to licking Katy’s twat. Laura managed to cum three times, and pull out almost all of Katy’s pubic hair, before Katy herself underwent a convincing and sustained orgasm under Laura’s tongue.

As Katy lay there shaking, Laura climbed off her, and used her phone to take a series of photos of the naked, splay-legged, urine soaked bitch. Then she used her knife to get Katy to say how much she liked fucking girls, and being raped, and getting naked at work, and being pissed on, and recorded it all as a video. Finally she explained that all this would be shown to Alistair, and from now on she would do whatever Alistair told her to, or the video would be circulated around the workplace and to her family and friends. As an afterthough, Laura told her that Katy would be licking Laura’s cunt too, whenever Laura chose.

Katy started crying again at this, and her whiny crying made Laura angry. Even being molested by Alistair, her life would be better than Laura’s. She might be raped every morning but it wouldn’t turn her into a slut like Laura. Laura grabbed Katy by the hair and decided to add to her misery.

“Katy,” she said, “in addition, you will never, ever wear underwear again in your life. You will wear skirts, not pants. You will never piss in a toilet. You will declare your sexual orientation as ‘lesbian’ whenever you are asked, and never say no to a woman who makes a sexual advance to you. You will buy a discrete, silent vibrator, and never again visit a church without in turned on and humming in your pussy. And you will masturbate to orgasm each night before bed while fantasising about licking your mother’s cunt.”

She looked into Katy’s eyes, and repeated it, until she knew Katy would obey her despite how horrifying and fucked up the instructions were. Then she dressed and left Katy there lying in a puddle of Laura’s urine. Laura didn’t know how Katy would get home with her clothes ripped and cut, and she didn’t much care. She emailed the photos and video to Alistair while she waited for Erica to pick her up from work. She thought for a minute, and then emailed the videos of Candy raping her too.

The next morning when Laura came into work, she found Candy and Katy already in Alistair’s office. In fact, they were nude, on the floor behind Alistair’s desk, 69ing. Candy was on top, her shapely ass squirming atop Katy’s mouth, her blonde head buried between Katy’s thighs. Laura could hear Katy crying softly as she lapped at Candy’s cunt. Alistair had his cock out and was pumping it. The film of Candy raping Laura was playing silently on his computer.

Laura made no comment on this, instead merely removing her clothes as she was required to do now, and kneeling naked in front of Alistair. Alistair reached out to grip her hair, and pulled her face down on his cock. Laura opened her lips to take his cock into her mouth and began dutifully sucking on it.

“I’m very happy with you, Laura,” Alistair said as he fucked her face. “You’ve given me two delectable little sluts here. Your little video of Katy gave me such a hard-on, and when I told her this morning I intended to show it to her mother, and her church community, and her grandparents, she went wild with begging me not to. She said she’d do basically anything… which is exactly what I’m going to have her do. I started by getting her to put on a little lesbian show for me here with Candy. And Candy! She’s been teasing the office with those tits for a year. I never expected you’d let me put her in her place too. It turns out she doesn’t want to go to jail for raping you, Laura – what a surprise. So she’s going to be my little office fucktoy as well.”

Laura felt a squirm of delight in her pussy at the confirmation that her two co-workers would be abused and degraded in the same way that she was. It served them both right right.

“I’ve already cum three times watching these videos you’ve sent me, Laura, and I’m going to cum again in your mouth soon. When I do, you’re not to swallow – hold it in your mouth until I tell you what to do with it.”

Laura nodded her head “yes” on Alistair’s cock.

“What really surprised me,” Alistair continued, “wasn’t that you’re all such lezbo sluts. It’s that you’re all such piss sluts. Candy pissing into Laura’s mouth – Laura pissing on Katy. Clearly this is what gets you hot. So from now on that’s the only way you’re going to piss at work. When Candy needs to piss, she’ll piss in Katy’s mouth. When Katy needs to piss, she’ll piss in Laura. And Laura can use Candy. It lets you all get a little revenge for your respective treatments. And if you’re the slut who’s receiving the piss, it’s your job to drink it all, and then lick the pisser to orgasm. Do you understand?”

Laura nodded “yes”. Candy said, “Yes, sir,” in a dull, numb, voice. Katy’s reply was an increase in the misery of her sobbing.

“I have plans for all three of you,” Alistair continued. “Beyond just getting you to have a lesbian orgy on my office floor every morning. But this is a good start. Oh god – I’m about to cum. Remember to hold it, Laura.”

Laura did remember, although when Alistair began to flood her mouth with delicious cum it was hard to resist her urge to swallow. She managed, though, and eventually pulled her lips off his dick with a mouth full of hot, sticky semen.

“Good girl, Laura,” Alistair sighed, stroking her cheek. “Now, cum always goes where a lezbo slut least wants it. So where do you think that is?”

Laura had a good idea. She watched as Katy orgasmed unwillingly from Candy’s tongue, and when Candy finally rolled off the petite Christian brunette, Laura crawled between Katy’s legs. When Katy realised what Laura was doing, she tried to struggle, but Alistair made Candy hold her still. Slowly, Laura used her tongue to push the cum from her mouth up inside Katy’s twat, inseminating the pretty girl with Alistair’s jizz. It felt good – it felt right – and although Laura knew she was raping and impregnating an unwilling girl, she was laughing inside. If Katy was struggling this hard now, how hard would she struggle if she knew she wasn’t even on contraceptives anymore?

(To be continued…)