Good slut, he said. “Well, this has been good counselling.” He tucked his dick back into his pants. “I hope you’ve learned something. I guess you can go back to work now.”
Laura nodded, stood up, replaced her tits in her bra and buttoned her blouse. She reached for her panties, but Alistair stopped her.
Oh, no, he said. “These are mine now. You can wear new panties every day and give them to me each morning. I know girls like shopping for panties so this will give you an excuse to do it more often. And it will remind us both of how many times you’ve come into this office to act like a slut.”
Laura blushed, but didn’t object. She pulled down her skirt to hide her pussy and ass. It wasn’t a particularly short skirt, but with no panties she felt extra exposed. Her mouth still tasted like cum and she felt that anyone who saw her must be able to tell what she’d just done, even though objectively she knew she looked fine. It didn’t help that her cunt was still wet and complaining that it hadn’t been allowed to orgasm.
Alistair let Laura leave his office, and she began her regular work day.
Geoffrey and Candy still spent the day looking at Laura like a lying whore, but there was nothing Laura could do about that. Other than that, it was a comparitively easy day of work, and it left Laura free to think.
Mostly what she thought about was her debt. She needed to have $1,000 by Friday. Between her and Erica’s finances she could certainly find the money, but she was going to have to do it every week, and she knew she couldn’t keep it up while still meeting payments on the house and buying food and clothes.
It was made harder by the Mayim Clinic. Laura couldn’t just take a second job while still having to visit the clinic most nights.
At lunch she broached the subject with Michael.
Michael, I know you do well financially, she said. “You’ve got those investments your parents made for you, right? And you already own your home?”
Yes, said Michael warily, picking at his lunch.
Erica and I are in some pretty tough financial times right now, and I was wondering if maybe we could borrow some money.
Michael laughed. “I don’t know. Is Erica going to keep sucking my cock when I visit?”
Laura stiffened, and Michael realised he’d gone too far. “I’m joking! I’m joking! How much do you need?”
About a thousand dollars, said Laura. “This week. And.. maybe more later.”
Michael look at her in incredulity. “Jesus, Laura, a thousand dollars? What’s going on with you?”
I just made some bad investments, Laura said. “We’ll recover soon.”
I don’t know, said Michael. “That’s a lot.”
Laura swallowed awkwardly. She knew this was a big ask. Michael was a friend, but he was also clearly sexually interested in Erica, and in Laura too for that matter. Laura wasn’t prepared to pimp Erica out for money, but Laura had spent her life cockteasing boys; maybe now she could get some use out of it.
She reached out and put her hand on Michael’s leg. In that position, leaning forward, she knew Michael could see down her cleavage.
I’d really appreciate it, she said. “It would mean a lot to me. And I know it would mean a lot to Erica too.”
When will you be able to payit back? Michael asked.
I don’t know, said Laura honestly.
You can have it, sighed Michael. “I’ll transfer it to you today. But I want to come tomorrow night, okay? And check up on you, make sure you’re doing okay.”
Laura frowned. “I don’t know if I’m free tomorrow night. I’ll have to check.”
That’s the deal. If you can’t find time for me this week, I’m not doing the money.
Laura sighed. “I’ll check it out and let you know tomorrow, okay?”
It sounds good, said Michael. They stood, and hugged, and returned to their work, lunch concluded.
That evening Laura turned up to the Mayim Clinic flushed and aroused as normal, high on the effects of her aphrodisiac pill. But she had some things she needed to ask about first. She told Amy she had some questions, and so Amy got her to undress, and then led the nude girl to Dr Windred’s office.
I need tomorrow off, said Laura. She felt strange, sitting here nude again in a professional office. Amy was here, and Dr Windred, and Royce, who was unabashedly starting at her tits. She remembered the last time she was here she had masturbated in front of all these people. Her pussy was drooling and she wished she could masturbate now.
Laura, said Dr Windred, “This is a very specific program. We need to keep up your conditioning each weeknight now or it will impact our results.”
I have some things I need to do and if I don’t get them done I might not be able to come back here anyway.
Just this Wednesday? asked Dr Windred.
Actually I kind of need a night each week. I need to take up a second job to make ends meet, and the weekend plus a weeknight, plus the Tuesdays and Wednesdays I have off normally, might be enough to make a difference.
Windred and Amy exchanged looks, and were silent for a moment.
After a while, Windred said, “Look, we can spare you this Wednesday, and afterwards – well, we’d prefer Thursdays, so let’s make it Thursdays after that – but we need to keep up the conditioning regime. We’ll let you go, on the condition that you take your pills that morning instead, and then take another dose in the evening. And we’ll generally have an additional activity for you – homework to keep you up to date.”
Laura blanched. She remembered the last time she’d been at work on pills. She’d made a complete slut of herself. Could she survive doing that once every week? Her pussy tingled at the thought – eagerly, almost – and she tried to ignore it. There was really no choice – she would have to. Maybe it would be for the best – maybe it would help her build up a resistance to the drug and not be such a whore when she was on it.
Okay, she agreed.
Excellent! said Dr Windred. “Then let’s go to the conditioning room. And we’ll tell you tomorrow’s homework when we’re done with today’s program.”
When Laura followed Amy to the conditioning room, she was confused. The chair was gone, unbolted from the floor. In its place was a metal contraption, about waist height, with what appeared to be a series of arms. Directly in front of the contraption, two rubber phalluses emerged from the floor.
Royce came in behind them. “Today you’re going to learn how to kneel, Laura. Kneel in the middle of the floor there, so that the cock goes in your pussy.”
Hesitantly, Laura moved to the rubber dildos. She saw that they had been lubricated, although she was so wet that they probably didn’t need it. Slowly, she lowered herself onto her knees, using her hand to steer the rubber cock into her pussy. She sighed with pleasure as it slipped between her twat lips and into her fuckhole. She lowered herself further, and found that it was the perfect length to let her rest her knees on the ground without it poking too uncomfortably deep into her vagina. When she was in a full kneeling position, the second, shorter dildo poked at the entrance to her anus, just like it had in the chair.
Next Royce came over to her, took her hands, and moved them behind her back. She felt something cold and metal touch her wrists, and realised that her hands were being cuffed behind her back. She panicked a little, but Royce put his hand on top of her head and pushed down, and Laura realised that in her current position, even the tiniest pressure downwards made her completely unable to move. She was trapped, impaled on the dildo.
Laura’s pussy was still dripping, and she tried to buck her hips against the phallus in her cunt, but it was unsatisfying. She wished it would vibrate or something, but it remained inert.
Next Amy came over. She behind Laura, and reached out to touch Laura’s hair. Laura could feel Amy’s boobs pressing against her back, and it felt maddeningly good. She didn’t know what Amy was doing at first but she soon realised that Amy was plaiting Laura’s hair into pigtails, one on either side of her face. Why?
She found out soon enough. When the pigtails were complete, Amy extended two metal arms from the machine in front of Laura. The arms ended in powerful clamps. Amy fed one pigtail into each clamp, and then pressed a button. The arms retracted back towards the machine, and Laura felt her head being pulled forward by her hair. She was forced to lean forward as best she could with the dildo inside her. Then the arms loosened, and Laura was able to move back to a more comfortable upright position, although her hair was still trapped in the clamps.
Lastly, Amy attached the last element to the machine, and its purpose became clear. She screwed a large black plastic dildo into place in the centre of the machine, directly in front of Laura’s face, with the tip pointing at her mouth. It, too, was on a moving arm, and Amy quickly checked that the dildo could move foward toward’s Laura’s face, and then move away again.
Finally Royce attached the things that Laura had been fearing – the painful alligator clamps, biting into her nipples and twat lips, with their wires trailing away into Amy’s instrumentation. The pain felt awful, but somehow good too. Laura barely even registered the humliation of having Royce feeling around in her pussy as he attached the clips.
With all that done, Amy started the movie.
It was different this time. Instead of moving straight into porn, it instead showed the face of a girl. The girl looked deeply unhappy – she was frowning, sniffling, and she had clearly been crying. It was a close up, and it made Laura uncomfortable to look at. It was stressful and weird, just staring at this image of an unhappy girl.
Then the dildo on the machine, the one at Laura’s head height, slid forward, and banged against Laura’s lips. Laura was surprised, and didn’t even have time to open her mouth. As soon as the dildo’s forward progress was impeded by Laura’s closed mouth, an electric shock blasted through Laura’s pussy and tits. She felt herself pissing on the floor a little, and she opened her mouth to scream.
As soon as she did, the dildo slipped inside, plugging Laura’s mouth like a big cock-shaped gag. At the same time, the dildos in Laura’s pussy and ass began to buzz, and the one in her pussy began to slowly and deliciously pump in and out of her twat. And up the screen the image changed – it no longer showed a sad girl, but rather a happy one, delightedly suckling on a man’s cock. The girl was kneeling in front of the man with her hands behind her back, just like Laura was kneeling, completely nude with her tits very much on display, and it looked like nothing in the world made her happier than the big dick that was pumping in and out of her mouth.
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