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Story: Business and Pleasure · Author: IIvx
All the usual disclaimers apply...don't read this if you're underage or if it's
illegal in your area, and if you're offended by such works, why have you even
come this far?
The pioneering research of Olds and Milner is real; further inspiration for this
story comes from Spider Robinson's excellent "Mindkiller" and from the tasp of
Larry Niven's "Known Space" stories, including the novel "Ringworld." I've also
drawn inspiration in a more general sense from the many fine stories available
on this site; they may be unrelated but I defy anyone to read some of the works
here and not be inspired.
Comments, questions, criticisms, and even praise are all welcomed.
© 2000 Slapstick. All rights reserved; please notify me if you wish to post this
elsewhere for free, noncommercial access.
Business and Pleasure
Lisa Gunderson strode confidently down the hallway, as relentless and implacable
as an avalanche. She knew that with the precise clacking of her heels on the
tile floor heads were rising in this all-male division of the company...and just
as quickly dropping to stare at suddenly-fascinating papers on their desks as
they saw her cold little smile. She never once turned her head, never deigned to
acknowledge that anyone might be looking at her as she passed; certainly on any
other occasion the presence of a woman amongst the offices and labs of these
engineers would have the feebs all rushing to their doorways...and with her
lithe body, her achingly beautiful heart-shaped face framed in shining blond
hair, she knew she was staring material...but none of them would dare risk being
caught scoping out their new boss.
Amusement flashed in her emerald eyes, her grin growing predatory as she
remembered when she'd found out that the division head job was hers...a full
month before anyone below her in the hierarchy was officially notified, and in
her estimation at least two weeks before it filtered down the rumor mill to the
peons. She'd put that lead time to good use, sacking that worthless chair-warmer
Jensen in her cost analysis group in the most publically humiliating way she
felt she could without risking a reprimand, making sure that she did it when one
of the engineers was over visiting with one of her employees; she wanted them
talking about her, discussing what an incredible bitch she was, making a legend
out of her, before they found out that she would be their new senior manager.
She'd known the position would become available before too long, and there was
never any doubt in her mind that the job would be hers, and so she'd saved
Jensen for just such an occasion; the fact that she was able to can him only a
month before he was eligible for full pension was simply the icing on the cake.
Still smiling at the memory, she slowed as she came to the office of one Robert
Pauling...her next victim. He was by no means the least productive of her new
underlings, but not the best by any stretch...and recent timesheets showed him
putting in the minimum required work time, even though security badge logs had
him in the building at least 12 hours every day, and sometimes on weekends. This
discrepancy wasn't the reason she was firing him, though; a little judicious
investigation and some discreet observation in the cafeteria led her to believe
that he was a natural leader in the fraternity of the engineers, and as such a
potential locus of any resistance to her new regime. Firing him before her
introductory meeting with her new group would not only quash any insubordination
before it could start, but also send a powerful message. Centering herself,
focusing the will that had made her a corporate success before turning thirty,
she opened the door to his lab without knocking and strode in.
Her eyes fell upon a man in his early forties, muddy brown eyes hidden behind
thick glasses, with thinning mousy brown hair to match; his cheap button-down
shirt and no-name khakis struggled with a paunch that was impressive even
amongst the flabby standards of the engineering group. He looked up from a
collection of handwritten notesas she shut the door behind her, but said
nothing, waiting for her to speak; mentally she made admiring note of the fact
that, unlike so many other men, he didn't betray even a reflexive glance to her
breasts. Her resolve was firm, however, and no matter how respectful his
demeanor the axe was about to fall.
Allowing an icy smile to play upon her lips, without preamble she announced
"Pauling, you're fired."
He digested this for a moment before quietly replying "I suppose I should ask
why."
"Systems logs show that you've been accessing pornographic material using the
company's internet access." And indeed they did: she knew because she'd planted
the traces in the logs herself, then doctored the checksums to remove any trace
of her alterations. She smiled inside as she remembered how the inspiration had
come to her as she examined his unusual patterns in the badge logs, and
congratulated herself for keeping her technical skills as sharp as her instincts
for corporate infighting. "Your termination is effective immediately. I'll
notify HR that you're coming in for an exit interview. Pack up your things, but
remember that all your work is company property and stays here. Are you working
on any projects that are not part of the regular work rotation?" If he
volunteered anything, she'd hold onto it for a while, then submit it as her own
work and perhaps collect a fat bonus.
"Well, as a matter of fact, there is something I've been working on in my spare
time." He slid his chair to one side and opened a desk drawer. "I can give you a
demonstration..."
"That won't be necessary. Just give me all your schematics and development notes
and I'll take it from there." Something wasn't right, she realized; he wasn't
protesting her claim about improper internet use, which both knew to be false,
and didn't seem at all upset that he no longer had a job. If he's psycho, and
that's a gun he's pulling out, she mused, he's about to find out what twelve
years of tae kwan do feels like when it kicks you in the teeth...and no one will
ever question my word on the firing.
But instead, he withdrew a small black plastic box; with its array of small blue
buttons, it looked like a remote control. The only thing that seemed incongruous
was the flat metal plate underneath his thumb; she looked from the device to his
face just in time to see his lips curl back in an evil little smile.
Then all thought left her, torn away as her body exploded with pleasure; every
nerve in her body burned with uncontrollable ecstasy, the sensation more
powerful than anything she'd ever experienced before. The feeling slamming
through her was to an orgasm as heroin is to a diet cola. Consciousness dimmed
in the onslaught and time stopped as her very self dissolved.
She came back to herself to find she was lying on the floor, panting for breath
as the pleasure receded, leaving an empty feeling in its wake. After a few tries
when nothing but wordless gasps came from her parted lips, she was finally able
to whisper "What...what was..."
Standing over her now, leering down at her from what seemed a towering height,
Robert grinned as he answered "It's a neural induction device. It directly
stimulates the pleasure center in your brain. The location's been known for well
over a decade, but until now the effect required the surgical implantation of
bulky electrodes. Now, though, with just the press of this button..."
Agonizing ecstasy slammed through her again, shredding her mind in its wake; she
didn't feel herself writhing and moaning on the floor, didn't see Robert licking
her lips above her...nothing existed for her but the bliss that pounded through
every inch of her body. Again the feeling receded, leaving her breathless and
moaning on the hard tile floor.
Robert sat on the edge of his desk, silent until her eyes met his. He ignored
her pants, her groans, as he continued nonchalantly "When Olds and Milner
experimented on the pleasure centers of rats, they found that the rats would
press a lever to stimulate themselves as often as they possibly could; they
would starve to death in the presence of food so they could keep pressing a
lever to give themselves jolts." The words had barely sunk into Lisa's dazed
mind when again she felt herself in the grip of annihilating pleasure.
As she came back to herself again, the first thing she realized was that her
panties were almost soaked clean through; Robert seemed not to notice the hot
flush of shame that spread across her cheeks as he continued speaking. "Now, I
think a little information is in order. This has been a private project, and all
my development notes and schematics are on my machine at home. They're
encrypted, and the hard drive will wipe at any attempt to tamper with my files.
Similarly, the chip inside this unit will slag itself if the casing is
breached...and while you'd still be able to reverse engineer the hardware, let
me assure you that without the software you'll be lucky not to make a remote
lobotomizer. And see this little metal plate here?" He held up the device and
displayed its surface to her. "I've rigged this device to my thumbprint...so it
only works for me. The only way you will ever feel that much pleasure again is
through me."
He paused to let her ponder the implications, watching her intently as that keen
mind tried to shake off the fog that came in the wake of the ecstasy and think
it through. Lisa's mind raced as she wondered what to do next; part of her was
screaming, telling her that she had to get out of there, run away and not look
back, get security to take him out of the building...but the very thought left
her feeling frantic as she realized that she wanted to feel the touch of the
device again. The pleasure was like nothing she'd ever experienced, ever
imagined, and already part of her wanted to feel it again...to feel the aching
hollow, the absence, filled once more.
She was still grappling with herself when Robert's voice fell softly to her
ears. "Show me your tits," he whispered.
"What? No!" she blurted, outrage and anger bringing a little of the old Lisa
back to the fore. Beginning to rise to her feet, she spat out "You little--"
"Okay then," he interrupted. "It's entirely your choice. If you never want to
feel this again," he said as he lifted the device in his hand, "that's up to
you."
She froze, left in a crouch as his words sank in; part of her mind gibbered and
wailed at the thought of being without that pleasure. She looked up at him
wordlessly, pleading in her eyes as he grinned down at her, relishing her
distress; long moments passed in silence, the two in a tableaux...until
humiliation bloomed hot in her cheeks and self-loathing curled slick about her
soul as her fingers moved to slip the buttons of her blue silk blouse. Shrugging
out of her suit jacket, she pulled the garment off her body and reached behind
to slip the catch of her black satin bra; cool air kissed her nipples hard as
her high, firm breasts slipped free. Lisa's eyes dropped to the floor,
unfamiliar feelings of shame and helplessness pounding in her mind.
Robert's eyes moved hungrily over her flesh as she moved to obey him, admiring
the pale, creamy flesh on display before him. "Kneel before me," he commanded.
Shuddering with the fear of what might come next, the self-hatred of her
newfound weakness, the aching hunger for the touch of the device, she crawled
the short distance to his feet, breasts swaying beneath her until she came
upright on her knees before him. She kept her eyes lowered until Robert's finger
curled into her hair, closing in a fist and forcing her head up to look upon
him. A fiendish smile curled his lips back, teeth bared as he gazed down upon
her; for long moments he pinned her with a smouldering stare...and now he let
his eyes drop to her breasts, openly ogling her, and Lisa felt her cheeks flush
hotter still.
"Show me your cunt," Robert said.
"No!" The word burst from her lips without thought, her instinctual revulsion
expressing volumes of disdain, the old Lisa shining through the haze of want and
need.
He simply shrugged and released his hold on her blonde locks. "Like I say, it's
up to you," he said, walking slowly around her and moving towards the door.
Lisa was stunned by this reaction; her mind wailed as she remembered the
overwhelming bliss, the pleasure burning through to her very core, and, with raw
need and the last vestiges of control warring in her mind, she whispered
"Wait..."
Robert paused and looked back over her shoulder at her; grinning evilly, he
replied "What?"
"Don't...don't go...I...I need..."
"Oh, I'm sure you do need. But the only way you'll get what you need is if you
obey. Now, if you want to feel it again...show me your cunt."
Turning on her knees to face him, Lisa slowly unzipped her skirt and pushed it
down over her hips, letting it puddle around her knees; humiliation turned her
face a bright red as, eyes downcast, her fingers slowly slid black satin down
over her thighs, revealing her close-cropped sex to Robert's avid stare.
Walking slowly back to stand before her, Robert reached out one hand and began
to toy with her breasts; she flinched at his touch, but forced herself to hold
still as his fingers stroked her smooth flesh. She sucked in a hitching breath
as he caressed, then pinched her hard little pink buds, keeping her eyes on the
floor to avoid his hard stare, his predatory grin. Oh god oh god oh god, she
thought, the words almost like a mantra as the reality of her degradation came
home to her, I can't believe I'm doing this. Why me? Why is this happening to
me?
Robert's words cut through the haze of her thoughts like a razor. "Finger your
cunt, you little whore," he commanded; she moaned at the order, shame burning
hotter in her cheeks as she spread her damp lips and began to stroke her hard
little clit.
"That's right," he hissed, "work that cunt good, you little slut. Just remember
that I'm not making you do anything...this is all you, cunt." Lisa sobbed at the
truth of it, hating herself even as she felt a warm glow rising from her core at
her attention to the aching pearl of her clit. Tears rolled down her cheeks as
Robert's fist closed upon her hair and tugged back, forcing her to look upon
him...as he unzipped his slacks and drew forth his hard, throbbing cock. Shaking
from her own ministrations as much as her dismay at what she knew what was to
come next, Lisa drew in a deep, shuddering breath...and parted her lips.
Robert's soft laughter made her quail inside, made her hate herself even more in
that brief instant before she felt him tug her head forward, pain burning sharp
and hot in her scalp as he forced his shaft past her lips and into her mouth;
muffled sobs and groans sounded around his flesh as he fucked her mouth, mashing
her face into his crotch as he rammed his cock down her quivering throat, her
lips pressed to the base of his rod as he moved her head back and forth. She
felt herself gagging, saw her vision go grey as he choked her with his
cock...and almost missed it as he drew the device out of his pocket. She hated
the surge of excitement and longing she felt at the sight of it...and as he
stiffened, groaning, she tasted his cum, salty and hot as it splashed over her
tongue. An instant later she cried out as he wrenched her back by the hair,
holding her in place as his sticky white seed splashed across her face, her
breasts; for a moment she wished she could simply die...and then all thought
ceased as once again the white light exploded within her, hot tongues of flame
licking at every nerve as the ecstasy crashed through her.
Some time later...Lisa had no idea when...she came back to herself, feeling his
cum drying on her skin, her own juices wet on her hand, her cunt softly spasming
in sympathy with the pleasure that had coursed through her; Robert had zipped
himself up and was sitting on the edge of his desk, looking down on her with a
nasty grin. His hand flickered out and her own panties hit her in the face.
"Wipe yourself off, and then give them back. I'm keeping them as a souvenir."
She sobbed again as she moved to comply, her slowly falling tears helping her
clean the mess away.
"I'm not fired after all, am I?" he asked.
"N-no."
Taking the panties from her trembling hand, he watched her as she gathered her
clothes and began to dress. "That's what I thought. Now you're going to go on
with the rest of your day...but when it's time to leave, you're going to come
down here and await my instructions." Her mind shrieked as the import of his
words sunk in...but already she felt herself craving the next kiss of the
device, and knew she would return when her work was done. Slowly, trembling, she
continued dressing, keeping her eyes cast to the floor.
"Oh, one more thing...just in case you grow a little spine later and decide to
try and go cold turkey..." Robert turned the monitor on his desktop computer to
face her...and her eyes grew wide as she saw herself, in a full thirty frames
per second of hateful digital clarity, sucking Robert's cock, being bathed in
his cum.
She looked up from the video and saw him leering down at her, eyes hard and cold
as he bared his teeth in a hateful grin. "I can't imagine you'll have much of a
future here or anywhere else if I release this to the higher-ups. And just
imagine if I should decide to upload it to the net..."
As she opened her mouth, her green eyes frantic, he barked out "Shut up! There's
nothing to be discussed. Either you obey me or you never feel the pleasure again
and I ruin you...like you would have ruined me, you little bitch. Now finish
getting dressed and get out of here, whore."
Trembling, she finished buttoning her blouse and rose to her feet. "Yes," she
whispered as she moved to walk away.
"'Yes' what?" he countered.
Lisa stopped at the door, shaking, her cheeks bright red as his words hit her;
humiliation and need and fear and the last scraps of pride all fought within her
before she whispered, in a tiny little voice, "Yes...Master"...and fled from the
room.
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