West Coast Career

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West Coast Career

CODES: mf, md, mc

SYNOPSIS: Lisa’s husband has an opportunity on the west coast but her career has always taken precedent in their relationship, divorce seems like the only answer, but is it?

DISCLAIMERS:

This story is a work of fiction; any apparent resemblance between the characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional.
Do not read this story if you are under the age of 18 or if explicit sexual fiction is illegal in your jurisdiction.
This story contains mind control and explicit descriptions of a sexual nature. If any of these concepts disturb you, please find something else to read.

AUTHORS NOTES: If anyone is interested, I’ve been doing some writing on my blog (http://thehandsthatlead.blog).

West Coast Career

Lisa blinked at the bright light shining down on her and raised her hand to block it, or at least tried to as her hand refused to move as she pulled against the strap that held her wrist to the bed.

“What the fuck…” she said as she realized it wasn’t just her wrists that were restrained, but her ankles, waist and the rest of her body as well.

“Good, you’re awake at last.” a man said standing just off to the side.

“Where am I? Why am I tied down? What’s going on?” she burst out in near panic.

“Well I’m afraid I have good news and bad news about that.” he said and her stomach sank, had she been in an accident or something?

No, that wasn’t it, the last thing she remembered was parking her car in the garage at home and heading to the elevator. After that… nothing.

“The good news is that the acquisition went smoothly. No bruising or other injuries at all so we’ve been able to go straight to processing.”

“Acquisition? Processing? What are you talking about!” she nearly screamed out.

“Well, that’s the bad news I’m afraid. The work order for you,” he said flipping a few sheets of paper on his clipboard, “is quite detailed and I’m certain your not going to like it.”

“Work order? For what?”

“Well, for your acquisition and reprogramming of course. It would seem that Mr. Donaldson, your husband I assume, hired us just recently as this has rush job written all over it.”

Husband… yeah, at least he was for the time being. She’d decided to reach out to one of her friends, a divorce lawyer, next week to get the divorce going. Johnathan had been a perfect catch for her; good looking, her junior in the law firm and with little ambition he had made for a good husband that kept out of her way as she rose through the firm.

That had of course been until he’d caught a lucky break, or a blindingly stupid choice that should have gotten him fired, depending on which story you believed at least. Either way in the end he’d saved the client, a big silicon valley tech firm, from a several billion dollar fine by the government on a technicality and had immediately shot him up in the firm and leap frogged her in the process.

Now, with clients beating down his door from the west coast the firm had decided to open an office in California and Johnathan was being tagged as the senior partner to head it up.

But that meant moving across the country and it would ruin any chance she had of making senior partner as well, so she’d made it clear to him she wasn’t going, period.

He’d taken it well enough, or so she had thought at the time. But now, tied down and staring up at a stranger telling her horrifying things, she knew she had seriously misjudged Johnathan.

“So anyway, let’s get started. First off let me demonstrate what we like to call the reward.” he said, holding up a small black rectangle with two buttons on it, one green and the other red. He depressed the green button and she immediately felt it’s effects.

It was like her whole body was being assaulted with pleasure, it came from her pussy, her nipples, her lips, even her anus radiated pleasure as if an invisible penis was pleasuring each one of them. But it was more than that, it was like a penis was sliding between the folds of her brain itself.

Her body arched and she cried out in pleasure until he released the button and she collapsed back on to the bed.

“I’m told it’s quite pleasurable, almost as much as this… isn’t.” He said as he depressed the red button.

At first she felt nothing, then something in the pit of her stomach felt wrong. It grew and grew as a sense of utter despair washed over her. It was like everything good in life had vanished and left behind a gaping pit of utter blackness. She felt herself falling father and farther in to the pit as she cried out in panic for it to stop.

When it did, she was breathing hard and shivering in her restraints.

“That is what we call the punishment. Over the next few days we’ll be conditioning you using both the reward and the punishment. I think you’ll find it quite effective.” He said as he wheeled a large monitor on a stand over to the bed and positioned it over her so it nearly filled her vision.

“You can’t do this! You won’t get a way with it! I’ll sue you for every penny you have!”

“Can’t? Won’t? By the time we’re done you’re going to be thanking us for doing it. Now then, there are a few more things I need to tell you before we get started.” he said as he flipped a few pages over on his clipboard.

“First off you need to keep your eyes open and watch the monitor.”

“I won’t! You can’t make me!”

“You will, or the punishment will continue until you do. The longer you hold out, the worse it will be. That little demonstration was just the tip of the iceberg, there’s no bottom to that pit.”

A shiver ran down her spine, she had no response to that and so he continued.

“Second, in case you think anyone is going to miss you over the next few days, don’t. As far as anyone is concerned you and your husband are on a exclusive retreat to work on your marriage.”

It had been no secret with their friends that the marriage was in trouble, she knew no one would question the lie they had told them.

“And finally, the details of the work order. It says here ‘My wife is a cold hearted bitch, an ice queen in bed, a self centered ass-hole to everyone around her and a real pain in my ass these days.'”

The words stung her, even if they were true, she didn’t have to hear them thrown in her face.

He continued, “‘I want her to be a total anal slut, willing to do anything to get a cock in her ass. The only thoughts in her head should be how to get any man she meets to fuck her or how to lick any woman’s pussy she meets.'”

“No fucking way! I’ll never do that! Why would you even tell me that!?!”

“Well, believe it or not, it will make things go easier. You see, now that you know what you have to become to get the reward, after a while your mind is going to do whatever it takes to get it and avoid the punishment. Knowing only makes the process go faster.” he said as he walked over to a computer and typed in a few commands.

The monitor came to life and a set of speakers that she couldn’t see hummed as well. Instinctively she closed her eyes and she felt the punishment start to swirl in her stomach. She lasted only a few seconds, maybe a minute, before she opened her eyes and the monitor started to play a video of a woman sucking a man’s dick. The sounds of her sloppily working up and down his shaft filled the room and she felt just the tiniest bit of pleasure wash over her.

She tried to block it out, but as the video played the feeling grew until just as the woman on the monitor took the man’s load square in her face, a small orgasm rocked her.

She didn’t notice the man leave the room as the next video started.

Lisa rolled over in the bed and felt like vomiting. Suddenly she realized her hands were free, along with the rest of her. How long had she been hooked up to the machine? Had it succeeded in doing it’s job?

She looked around and found herself in a new room, just a bed, nightstand, a sink and toilet filled it and just as she was about to stand up, a man entered the room and she realized she was naked.

“Hello Lisa, how are you feeling?” he asked.

“Ok.” she said timidly. Shouldn’t she been attacking him? Wasn’t he the one that did those awful things to her? Shouldn’t she at least be trying to cover herself with a sheet or something?

A sudden wave of panic came over her and she pushed those thoughts from her mind. No of course she shouldn’t attack him, why would she do that? He had a dick, she was sure he did and she loved dick! A small giggle escaped her lips as she smiled.

He walked over to her sitting on the bed, placed a hand on her head and pulled her face right up against his crotch.

Something deep inside of her revolted at the idea, how dare he touch her, force her up against himself! But something else was making her pussy wet, her tongue lick her lips and her breathing become ragged.

“Would you like to see it?” he asked, looking down at her.

“See it?” she said, half dazed, half confused as to what was happening, “Yes… Please… I want it…”

He unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor, as they did his dick sprung free and she instinctively pushed her lips up against it.

“That’s a good girl, now what do you want to do?”

She knew what she was supposed to say, but she desperately tried to pull back from it, hide under the covers, or do anything else. But the growing fear in the pit of her stomach pushed those thoughts away almost as soon as they arrived.

Instead she titled her head up to look in to his eyes, her own wide with awe as the words came from between her lips, “Please… may I suck it?”

His smile was all the response she needed and she wrapped her lips around him and sucked him deep in to her throat.

The experience was like nothing else she could think of. She’d had several lovers that she would have considered “great”, each had been able to bring her to orgasm several times in a night, but they seemed like armatures compared to the pleasure coming from her mouth.

She had always hated blowjobs hadn’t she? No… that couldn’t be right, not with them feeling like this. How could she ever even consider hating this glorious feeling of a cock being shoved down her throat?!

She felt him grab the back of her head and pull her off of him just in time for his cum to splatter across her face. Her orgasm rocked her to her very core as she fell back on to the bed in a haze of pleasure and need.

By the time she recovered enough to sit back up, another woman had entered the room. The buxom blonde was naked like her, but that was where the similarity ended. Lisa’s small breasts were dwarfed by the woman’s obviously fake ones, her long platinum blonde hair was nothing like Lisa’s boring brown shoulder length locks and the woman’s entire body shouted out ‘made for sex’ in every way imaginable.

The man took the blonde by the hand and walked her over to the bed side, Lisa immediately could smell the woman’s scent and it too screamed ‘sex’.

Lisa reacted in a way that surprised her, exactly like she had with the man. Her pussy moistened, her nipples hardened and her tongue licked her lips as the man guided her face in to the woman’s waiting pussy.

Lisa licked for all she was worth, every time feeling like it was her own pussy she was pleasuring until they both came hard.

She was laid out on the bed when they left, it wasn’t long though until she heard footsteps come back in to the room and come up behind her.

Lisa was exhausted and didn’t even look to see who it was before she felt strong hands on her hips, repositioning her on the bed, spreading her legs and then a rock hard cock pressed up against her outer pussy lips.

She moaned and panted as it slid in to her, if sucking cock and licking pussy had made her best lovers seem inadequate, then the cock sliding in and out of her now made them more like the panicked groping of her first boyfriend under the bleachers in high school.

It was like he was hitting every nerve ending in her vagina all at once, each and every time he stroked in and out of her. She cried out in pleasure, using what little strength she had left to push herself back, deeper, on to him.

He responded by grabbing her hips and speeding up his thrusts, soon she felt his cum enter her and her world exploded in an orgasm the likes of which she would have never thought possible.

She didn’t know how long it was before the next man entered the room, time seemed to have little meaning after such an earth shattering orgasm, but this time when he grabbed her hips, she eagerly repositioned herself for him.

When she felt him push up against her sphincter, something in her mind pushed back, “N… n… no…” she managed to get out, her hands trying to swat him away.

He grabbed her hands and held them against her back, “No? You don’t want me to fuck your ass?” he asked.

She recognized the punishment growing in her gut, “I… I… please…” she begged as she felt herself falling deeper and deeper.

“Please what?” he responded.

“Pppp… please… fuck… fuck my… ass…” she managed to get out.

“I didn’t hear you, say it again.”

“Please, fuck my ass!” she repeated with more confidence as the reward started to wash over her and he pushed himself in to her ass.

“That’s better slut, you like getting your ass fucked don’t you?”

“Oh god YES!!!!” she cried out as pleasure exploded from her rear end.

But it wasn’t just that, it was like there was a cock pounding her pussy, another pushing down her throat and someone sucking hard on her nipples. It was like all the pleasure she had experienced with the other men and women so far had combined in a single tsunami that washed over her each time he thrust deep in to her bowels.

With his final thrust she felt his cum fill her ass and a mind blowing orgasm consume her.

Lisa didn’t know how long she was out for, but when she woke up the cum dripping from her ass was still warm so she knew it couldn’t have been too long. She managed to get out and make her way to the toilet and sink, cleaning herself up a bit and relieving the pressure she felt.

Then she collapsed on to the bed and slept, beyond exhausted, for as long as she was allowed to.

The next few days, or what she though were days, it was hard to tell with no windows or clocks, followed a similar pattern. A man, or woman, or a number of them, would wake her up and fuck her in some manner.

They taught her how to hold her small tits together as best as she could so a man could stick his dick between them. How to take two or three cocks at once and make sure they all received her attention. How to suckle a woman’s nipples while she used her fingers to pleasure her pussy.

She learned so many ways to bring pleasure to the men and women that came to her and each time her own orgasm was her reward.

Her lessons ‘climaxed’ when 8 men entered her room. She of course took one of them in each of her holes, another straddled her chest and held her tits together for himself. Two more she took in each hand and the final two each took one of her feet and used them to masturbate with.

She took each of their loads in turn, each one bringing her another orgasm.

When she awoke the next day, she cleaned herself up and waited for the next man or woman to enter the room, but when they did, it was different. Two men came in carrying a small table and set it beside the door.

They left and a third man came in carrying several items that he set down on to the table and then left.

Unsure of what to do, Lisa stood up and walked over to the table. On it were three sets of clothing.

The first was a pair of jeans and a simple white t-shirt. On top of them were some plain white underwear and bra. Just above them were a simple pair of sneakers.

The next set was a shiny blue dress, on top of it was some lacy black lingerie and a pair of 3″ heels sat just above them.

The final set of clothing was a tiny red skirt, a matching top and a pair of towering platform heels.

Her face lit up as her hands reached out and grabbed the third outfit and quickly put it on. Her pussy quivered as she looked down at herself, the skirt barely coming to below her pussy lips, the top exposing some of her small tits and the heels pushing her ass out.

When a man finally entered the room, she was eager to get his cock inside of her, but instead he wrapped an arm around her and walked her out of the room.

She nearly panicked, holding on to him tightly as they walked down a hallway and in to another room. It was setup like a restaurant and he guided her to a booth and then started making small talk.

Unsure of what to do, she kept her answers simple, giggling when she though what he was talking about was too complex for a one word reply. The entire scene was making her hornier and hornier until she couldn’t stand it any longer and slipped beneath the table and found his stiff cock waiting for her lips.

The rest of the day was filled with other scenarios. Going to a doctors office, a dinner party and a night club. Each time she played along until she couldn’t hold out any more and found a way to pleasure the man or woman she was with.

When she was finally taken back to her room, she undressed and fell asleep quickly.

The next day she woke up to find the outfit from the previous day was gone, leaving just the other two on the table, but in it’s place was a stack of makeup.

She grabbed the shiny blue dress and slipped in to the lingerie before putting it on, it wasn’t nearly as good as the other outfit. It was tight and form fitting to show off her body even if it didn’t show off as much skin. Then she took the makeup over to the sink and started to apply it heavily.

She spent the rest of the day once more playing along; licking, sucking and fucking as much as she could in each of the new rooms that had been setup for her.

On the third day she woke up and found just the jeans and t-shirt left, she frowned in disappointment. They were so baggy and ugly, how would she ever get someone to fuck her in those?

She reached out and picked them up, only then seeing the pair of scissors underneath.

Her smile beamed as she picked up the scissors and started working on the jeans and t-shirt. She left the underwear and sneakers on the table and by the time she had finished, the tiny set of cut off jeans hardly covered her pussy and the t-shirt was tied just under her tits.

When the man walked in to her room she beamed with pride with how well she had done. He held out his hand, palm up, as if expecting something.

She suddenly realized what, ran over to the table, grabbed the scissors and placed them in his hand.

“Good girl.” he said and a shutter of pleasure ran over her.

Then he took her by the hand and lead her from the room, down the hallway and outside in to a waiting car.

It didn’t even occur to her to try and leave, the man had a cock and all she really wanted was to get her lips around it. They drove for a little while until they came to a charity car wash.

There were a dozen scantily clad women, in cut off shorts and whit t-shirts working it and soon she found herself among them.

She spent the day pushing her tiny tits against windows and rubbing her ass against them as well. Several of the other girls let her nuzzle up against their pussies, ass and tits as the men in the cars watched.

By the end of the day, she thought she would go crazy with the need to finally fuck someone. Fortunately then man who had brought her still needed his car washed and soon she was out back, rubbing her body all over it as he watched.

Just as she was finishing, her need peaking, she felt his hands grab her ass and she pushed back in to him. He picked her up and set her down on the hood, she spread her legs wide and ripped the little bit of denim that covered her pussy and ass away as he pushed her back and plunged in to her ass.

She cried out, begging him to go deeper, harder in to her ass as her world exploded in pent up need from the day.

She didn’t remember getting in to the back seat of the car, or most of the drive back, but she hung on to him for dear life when they walked back in to her room.

Johnathan waited patiently in the sparse room, it was little more than a couch and a coffee table, but he was sure it would be worth the wait.

It had been just over a week since they’d picked up his “wife” and they’d messaged him that she was ready for delivery. He was curious about how exactly she’d turn out, he’d given them pretty specific requirements, but from what he’d heard, they were professionals so he wasn’t too worried about it.

The door opened and a man entered the room, followed by his wife, though he hardly recognized her.

Gone were the pants suit and dull makeup, instead the woman that stood in front of him was dressed in a tiny pink bikini, with platform heels that added at least 8 inches to her height and had enough makeup on to cause a hooker to blush.

He stood up just as the man stepped to the side and Lisa’s face lite up with excitement.

“Oh my god Johnny!” she cried out and tottered her way over to him, throwing her arms around him and plunging her tongue in to his mouth as she kissed him eagerly.

She took a step back reluctantly breaking the kiss and twirled around, “So, do you like my outfit?” she asked as she stopped facing away from him and shaking her ass.

“Not bad honey.” he replied and reached out, grabbing one of her ass cheeks.

“Mmmmmm… god baby, squeeze it!” she said, stepping back in to him and rubbing up against the hardening shaft in his pants.

“Sooo… like Johnny, do you, humm, want to like fuck my ass?”

“I don’t know Lisa. Do you want me to fuck your ass?”

“Oh god yes! I sooooo want you to fuck my ass Johnny! I’ll do anything you want, like just as long as I totally get that big hard cock of yours rammed in my ass!”

“Anything?”

“Yes! Anything! Do you want me to get big fake titties?” she said, turning around to face him and grabbing her small tits through the bikini and squeezing them together.

“Like I know these are too small go give a proper titty fuck and I’ve totally seen you looking at some of the girls in the office with big titties. It’s totally ok too, I want you too look at them!”

“And what about California?”

“Oh god yes! I can’t wait to strut around the west coast in skimpy little outfits for you Johnny!”

“And your career here? You’re willing to give it up?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Well in that case…” he said, turning her around to face the coffee table and pushing her down with one hand between her shoulder blades and the other holding her waist.

As he did, she let out a squeal and her hands pulled down her bikini bottoms around her platform heels.

She felt his cock push up against her sphincter and she cried out, “Yes Johnny! Fuck my ass and make me your total anal slut!”

He pushed in deep and something clicked in her head, the pleasure was magnified a hundred fold as her whole body bucked back against him. His cock was unlike any of the others, she knew she’d do anything to get it again.

Fuck and suck and lick anyone he wanted, prostitute herself out in any way he deemed appropriate and the only thing that would matter would be getting his cock back in her ass.

Her world collapsed as the orgasm of her life filled her with need, need for the next time and the next time and the next time and all the times he would fuck her ass right back to this very moment, the moment he took possession of her ass and she gratefully gave it to him.

She could wait to go to the west coast with him and start her new career as his anal slut.