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Subject: {ASSM} Story: The Office Slut (beast, dom, mc, oral)
Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2001 18:10:05 -0400
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Heather Morgan was not a woman to be taken lightly.  In the world of
over priced executives she was the alpha female.  The best of the best.
Queen of her own little world.  However her position came with nothing
but grief.  The twenty nine year old buxom red head had gained many
enemies in a short amount of time as she climbed to corporate ladder.
Many accused her of sleeping her way to the top, and she hand been
branded as a slut.  She hated for people to think that since she had
actually worked so hard for her title, but Heather knew that people
always needed a target to blame their failure on.  Unfortunately it was
her.

It was also unfortunate that on one particularly dark night Heather
decided to work late in hopes of impressing the new owners of the
company she worked for.  After working till well past midnight Heather
felt the pressure of fatigue setting in, and decided to call it a night.
She hated working late like this because it meant that their would be no
security guard in the garage.  During the night homeless people often
found ways into the building, and slept where ever there was space.  It
was not the safest situation to be in.

"Hello?  Is someone there?", Heather called as she stepped through the
poorly lit garage.  She knew she heard foot steps for a minute, but
perhaps she was just scaring herself.  "Look I've got a gun...", that
was an empty threat.  Feeling a surge of adrenalin Heather made a dash
for her car, but suddenly tripped when she hit a speed bump.  "Come on
Heather get a hold of yourself.", she mumbled taking in deep breaths.
As she slowly stood Heather was suddenly startled by the sound of a gun
going off, and then the world going black.

"God,,,  My head hurts.", Heather said as she slowly regained control
over her body, "Where am I?"  Looking around she found herself in an
unfamiliar room.  It appeared to be a doctors office, and she could make
out the sound of people through an ear piercing level of elevator music
that filled the room.  However she also found that she was unable to
move.  It felt as if her body was completely strapped down.

Just then the door opened and two rather attractive women entered the
room.  One was dressed in a long doctors coat, but the other wore a grey
corporate suit.  The doctor immediately walked over to the end of the
bed that Heather lay upon, and began to study some paper work and
charts.  The other women walked over to Heather's side offering her a
cold smile, "Well hello Heather.  I'm so happy to see you awake, however
I must say there were more of a few of us that had hoped you'd died."

"Who are you?", Heather asked.  She could vaguely remember the womans
face from somewhere.

The woman seemed to grow irritated by this question, "What?  You don't
know?  First you fuck my boss, and get my promotion.  Then you turn my
friends against me.  Now you deny knowing who I am?"  The woman raised
her hand, and delivered a hard smack across Heather's face.  Heather was
surprised to find that she didn't feel anything.  "Damn, I forgot about
the drugs they have you on!  Remind me to slap you later, slut.", the
woman said coldly.

"Look I don't know what you're talking about.  I didn't sleep with
anyone to get ahead, and I have no idea who you are.", Heather
protested.  The woman seemed almost psychotic, but perhaps if she
remained calm she could get through to her.  "Listen, let me go now and
we can forget all about this."

"Sorry slut, but I'm afraid it's too late for that.  It's all ready
began.", the woman circle around her like a vulture as she ranted on,
"While you were sleeping we began augmenting certain parts of your body,
and injecting you with series of new test drugs.  These drugs combined
with surgery will make your outsides exactly the way  you are on the
inside; a slut!"

Heather began to feel frightened with the thoughts that the woman might
be serious, "God no!  What the hell is wrong with you?  You're nothing
but a psychotic bitch!  When I..." The woman silenced Heather by placing
some tape over her mouth.

"Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted.  Your hair will
become a lovely golden blonde color, and not just on your head of
course.  Through surgery we will increase your breast to an unreal size.
No matter how hard you can every try they will always seem obscene.
Along with that we'll widen your hips giving you a perfect hour glass
shape.", the woman smiled as she reached what she considered to be the
best parts, "In addition to turning you into a walking sex doll we
figured we'd enhance your already sex driven brain.  Through subliminal
messages in this lousy music we've began reprogramming you.  Your
intelligence will be lowered, and your sex drive will be through the
wall.  In essence you'll just be some slut bimbo blonde.  Fitting
punishment."

Though she tried to resist against her bonds Heather found she couldn't
budge them even an inch.  Before leaving the room the doctor injected
her with a strange green liquid, and again the world went black.

.. One Month Later ...

"Mmm... Spike that tickles sweety", Heather giggled as her dog's busy
tongue woke her from an impossibly long sleep.  Sitting up she smiled at
the dog as it lapped at her bare crotch.  It's keen senses could smell
the stink of sex around it's master, and saw her as he saw any other
bitch in heat.  "Spike baby mommies gotta dress.  I have to work today,
or is today my day off?  Sometimes I'm so forgetful.", she said in a
little high pitched giggle.  As she stepped out of bed to head for her
closet Spike continued to follow her, taking every opportunity to poke
it's nose between her legs.  Heather made no attempt to stop the beat,
and was beginning to feel a little horny from the attention it was
giving her privates.     'Ruff!', the dog barked loud as it leaped upon
Heather's back sending her to the ground.  For a moment she stared at
the dog in shock, but instinctively sat back up on all fours and spread
her legs for it.  She could see it's mammoth cock throbbing between it's
hairy legs.  All the more to turn her on.  "Ok Spike on good fuck, but
then I have to go to work!", Heather said trying to sound as if she were
in charge of the situation.  She let out a queer moan as Spike went
straight for her exposed cunt, letting it's long coarse tongue lap up
her juices.  However it spared little time before moving it's front paws
over her back to mount her like any other bitch.  "Good boy!", Heather
moaned as the thick cock head pierced into her.  She had never felt
something so big in her all at once, though on the other hand it
suddenly hit her that she had been involved in wild orgies letting many
men fuck her at once.   The mutt began pumping into her hard and fast,
and only increased in speed as Heather's own body grew wet and hot.
Then she felt it.  It was as if someone drove their fist deep into her.
The dog's large knot pushed deep into her releasing a hot spray of cum,
and binding the two together.  Heather immediately screamed with a mix
of pain and passion, then fell to the floor taking Spike with her.

It took a while before she managed to separate from the well satisfied
hound, and now she was certain she'd be late for work.  Quickly she
slapped on a short black skirt and matching blouse, fixed her hair,
found some shoes, then was out the door.  She enjoyed how people stopped
to stare at her as she ran by, and with those large triple E's mounted
on her chest who could blame them?  Luckily she found that she was just
in time for the bus.  The driver gave her a look over, then allowed her
on for free.  More than a little happy to look at her through his rear
view mirror.

"Excuse me dear you have something...", the old woman siting across from
Heather suddenly felt a little embarrassed noticing that the trail of
whit gunk on Heather's leg was coming from her exposed cunt.  The skirt
did nothing to hide any part of her when she sat.  Heather looked down
and giggled realising that in her haste she had forgotten to clean up
after Spike. The old woman looked on in disgust as Heather proceeded to
clean off the gunk, then wipe her messy cunt with a napkin from her
purse.  She had never seen something so vile in all of her life.  Of
course the same couldn't be said for some of the male passengers who
looked on with rock hard cocks.  It was like some bizarre fantasy.

When Heather arrived at work she was greeted by many blank stares.  Not
only did no one know what to make of the sexy bimbo, but no one knew it
was even Heather.  Well almost no one.  "Hi Heather.  I'm so happy to
see everything turned out so perfect.", Heather turned to see Nancy
wearing a devilish grin.  Nancy had always been in serious competition
for Heather's position, but as far as Heather remembered Nancy was so
much more deserving of it.

"Hi Nancy!", Heather said in a shrill high pitched voice, "I'm so happy
to see you!"

"Heather can you follow me?  Mr. Feller really wants to see you.  I told
him all about how sorry you are for being such a slut to get your job,
and he says he's willing to forgive you.  Then someone more deserving
can take your job."

Though a voice in the back of Heather's mind was screaming for her to
slap the bitch Heather took it with a smile, "Oh good Nancy.  Do you
think you might even get the job?  Maybe I can be your secretary.
You're so much smarted than me."  Nancy took great delight in hearing
Heather degrade herself like this.  It was all she had ever wanted and
more.  After showing Heather off to some of the other women in the
office Nancy then led her to Mr. Feller's office.  She just couldn't
wait for the big V.P. to see this.

"Here she is Mr. Feller, just as I promised.", Nancy said announcing
Heather as they entered the office  Immediately upon seeing Heather Mr.
Feller's jaw dropped like a ton of bricks.  He could never have imagined
Heather could look anything like this.  She was possibly the most
beautiful woman he had ever seen.  Nancy continued to gloat, "Just like
I said, huh?  Perfect if I do say so myself."

"And she has no idea who she was in the past?", Mr. Feller asked as
Heather just stood their with a happy little smile upon her face.

"Nope."

"What about the programming?  Was it effective?"

"See for yourself seir.", Nancy said.  Reaching down she raised
Heather's skirt, and stuck her finger into her exposed cunt.  Pulling it
back out she found her finger coated with a fresh coating of dark cum.
"See, the bitch has only been awake for two hours, and she's already
been fucking.  What a slut."

Mr.Feller was totally shocked by this, "Simply amazing.  Nancy consider
yourself promoted.  Now please leave.  I think Heather has some work to
do now.  Nancy laughed a little then left to share the news of her
success.  As she shut the door behind her she stopped for a moment to
consider what she had done.  Was turning Heather into a bimbo sex slave
wrong?  Then she laughed to herself at even the thought.  Of course it
was right, after all she was just some slut.

.. A Week Later ...

"Heather come into my office please.", Mr. Feller's low voice called
over the speaker system.  Sitting up from the floor. Heather wiped away
the fresh layer of cum that had accumulated from the last job she did.
Her new position as head dick sucker was a hard job, but she never
complained.  Making a little dash Heather quickly found her way to the
office.  She so hoped that maybe Mr. Feller would let her suck him off
today, or maybe even give her the honor of penetrating his dick into
her.

"I'm here master.", Heather called as she stepped through the door.

"Heather take off your skirt please.  This man has some work to do.",
Mr. Feller said.  As she pulled down her skirt a tall man walked over to
her carrying a black suitcase.  From it he produced some jars of ink,
and a needle gun.  When he started his job Heather began to cringe fro
the pain, but quickly her quirky smile returned as the programming in
her brain refused to allow her to feel sad.

As Heather walked out of the office all eyes turned and focused on her
bare midsection.  There, written in dark black, just above her shaved
pussy were four bold words.  "The Official Office Slut"  She was now,
and forever just company property.  To be used, and reused until she had
out lived her usefulness.  Then like all garbage, she'd be gotten rid
off.

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