Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of sexual assault or violence. All acts of sexual intercourse and play depicted in this story are preformed by consenting adults.

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Bethany walked into her boss’s office with a confident strut and smile, wearing her dress suit. A formal look that still accentuated her natural beauty. Her tight skirt emphasizing her hips and thighs, stopping just over her knees while her leggings showed off the rest of her legs, with her heels making her butt more pronounced. She was expecting nothing less than a raise or some kind of promotion after all the hard work she’s done since she joined the company. Her boss, an older gentleman, smiled and waved her in. His smile emanated a warm welcome and made her feel safe and comfortable. He reminded her of her own father and could see the two being close friends.

“Bethany! Please sit down.”

She made herself cozy on the chair in front of his desk while he walked around her, ultimately ending up leaning against the front of his desk. Bethany for the first time noticed how muscular her boss was. She’d never seen him without his suit jacket before and his sleeves rolled up. It looked like he’d hadn’t stopped going to the gym since his prime. She shook the thought out of her mind as she heard him speaking again.

“You’ve been working for this company for close to a year now, and I think it’s about time we reconsidered your position in this company.” His voice calm and comforting.

“Is this a promotion sir?” Bethany began to glow, her voice increasing with excitement.

“In a sense yes. We’ve thought long and hard about it, and we thought you’d be very suitable as the office slut.”

Bethany felt her face become flush. Stunned by her boss’s very words. His tone did not change. It was still as calm and welcoming as ever as he continued to talk with a shocked look on her face.

“The company was thinking about buying one from the Institution to raise morale. Technically cheaper in the long run, but there’s nothing personal about fucking some random girl. That’s when I threw in this idea. Hire you! Everyone has the hots for you and would love to fuck your tight little cunt. Now you will be getting a slight raise. Practically no work. All you have to do is show up to work. Wear only a collar and let everyone fuck you whenever they...”

“Excuse me!” This was the first time Bethany had ever raised her voice against her boss. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had gotten this angry as she felt her face get red.

“What?” His face was of genuine surprise as Bethany interrupted him.

“Is this some sort of joke? Cause it’s not funny!”

“Oh no. This is quite a serious offer. We thought about Heather from accounting but she’s moving next year, would make sense to...”

“Sir!”

“There you go interrupting me again. That’s very unprofessional of you Bethany.” His tone had finally changed. His face more serious. His voice more steady and slightly annoyed.

“Unprofessional!? I’ve been working here for months and have done nothing but improve profits! Work flow! I don’t deserve this kind of treatment! If you don’t plan on properly promoting me. I’m quitting!”

“Oh no. I would strongly urge you to reconsider that thought Bethany.” In that moment, his voice was giving warning. A warning Bethany ignored in the heat of the moment.

“That’s it! I’m out of here!”

Bethany stormed out of her boss’s office, packed her things and drove back to her home. She felt a sense of relief knowing she walked out of that secretly toxic environment and smiled at the thought of knowing they’d start to fall apart without her. She didn’t have the heart to tell her husband that she quit so she’d go out and have some personal time to herself. In her head, there was plenty of time to look for a new job.

After two months had passed, while Bethany’s husband was working and while she stayed at home in nothing but a bath robe, she heard and aggressive knock at the door. She made herself as decent as possible when she answered and was perplexed to see three men standing on her porch.

“Bethany Hopkins?”

“Yes?”

“Grab her boys.”

“What!? Hey get off of me! HE-”

The men jumped on Bethany faster than she could react. Pinning her down and silencing her with their hands. Her attempts to wriggle free futile as they tied her wrists and ankles together, taping her mouth shut a threw a bag over her head blinding her definitely. They carried her away from her house, into a van, and only god knows where. All while the man talked over her screams for help.

“We’re Handlers from the Institution. We’re here because you failed on your Institution loan payments. As such. The Institution now has rights to your body and will do anything they wish with it. You will be trained as a sex slave and sold to the highest bidder.”

Institution? Sex slave? Loan? So many thoughts going through Bethany’s head as the men dragged her away. On the way into the van, they accidently hit her head on the door, knocking her out cold. When she came to, the first thing she saw was her knees. She looked around and quickly noticed her neck was strapped down. Her body bent over on some sort of wooden stock. Her wrists bound above her in leather and chains. She screamed for help. This was a mistake. She’d never taken out an Institution loan. She demanded to be free. Then she heard the creaking of a metal door sliding open. Footsteps walking towards her, but that’s all she could see. The man’s upper body hidden by her own awkward predicament.

Bethany jumped as she felt his hand rest on her bare ass. She knew he was mere inches away from her exposed pussy. Her heart raced as the man said nothing for the longest time. Only squeezing his hands on her flesh, making them jiggle and giving them a few hard smacks. Then a sadistic chuckle. It sounded familiar.

“You should have taken that offer.”

Bethany’s heart sank as she heard her boss’s voice. She had so many questions run through her head. So many that it cause her to fill with fear. Unable to say a single word or move a muscle.

“Your silence says a lot Bethany. You see. Your husband took out an Institution loan for your honeymoon. He came to me pleading to help him pay the loan off. After all, we’d been close friends for a while now. I agreed. On one condition. That’s when I hired you. You didn’t think I hired you for your skill, or because your husband and I were good friends did you?”

Bethany could hear her heart pounding in her head. She winced when she felt his fingers press into her pussy, getting familiar with her insides. Holding back the moans as long as possible.

“Yes. He was more concerned about you finding out he took the loan out than you becoming the office slut. He didn’t want to appear weak. But I was nice about it. I was still going to let you go home. Even pay you. Your husband could even visit during lunch and you two could’ve fucked if you wanted. But that chance is long and gone now. You said no. So I stopped paying the loan. Now I bet you’re wondering why I’m here. Why I’m a Handler for the Institution. Well. Cause I’ve always been one. Institution has no rules against managing your own business. At least once you’ve earned a good reputation. And I have a good reputation of breaking slaves.”

His voice became aggressive in that moment, grasping onto Bethany’s flesh with his fingers still inside her pussy. Now she couldn’t hold them back anymore. He had the experience to know how to make her moan sooner or later. She screamed once he grasped and yet she couldn’t stop herself from getting wet.

“Now I have the pleasure of training you. I get to walk you to the auction block when this is all said and done. And I’ll happily buy you. You’re going to become the office slut. Only now, everyone will only be allowed to fuck your ass.”

He forced his thumb deep inside Bethany’s ass without lube, causing her to scream in pain and wince. He did with with little effort and pressed against her membrane into her pussy, pressing against the right spot to stimulate her g spot. Only making her pussy wetter. He wasn’t just good. He was truly a Master.

“This pussy will solely belong to me. Don’t worry. I’ll still be nice. Your husband will be allowed to visit. Scheduled and paid of course. But he won’t be allowed to fuck you. Not like you’ll remember him anyway. You’ll be too busy feeling good about getting fucked in the ass to pay attention to anything he has to say. Hmmm. Makes me hard just thinking about it. Can’t wait to fuck you right in front of him.”

And so Bethany’s training began. She could do nothing as the year passed. Her body violated by the man she once thought was her friend. Her mind slowly molding into the perfect sex slave. Changing from hate every time he saw him, to tolerance, to lust. She got to the point where she couldn’t bear to live without him. She followed his every order without hesitance. Her face of complete ecstasy as she walked on the auction block and sold to the very Master who trained her. The fate she so desperately tried to avoid, coming to fruition. A naked, pathetic little cum slut crawling on her hands and knees with only a collar around her neck. Going around office offering her ass to the people she use to work with. Tongue out and panting like the bitch in heat she had become. And her boss was right. She didn’t even notice her husband as he sat in the corner talking about his day. How much he missed her. All while her boss fucked her hard over his desk and cumming deep inside her pussy. Making him watch his cum drip out of her cunt. Bethany was no more. Now she was only what she was meant to be. A cunt. A slut. The perfect little cum dumpster.