
STAFF TRAINING (mc,md,humil) (c)2002, B. Devlin

Part Five - Taking Lucy public

With the Castlereagh contract on our plate, I decided it would be best
to cut Lucy's training short right now, since I did, after all, have a
company to run and a crust to earn, and I had enough initial
programming in place to get pretty much what I wanted when I wanted
it, so Wednesday morning saw me back at my desk.

Of course, it also saw Lucy kneeling under my desk with her cock in my
mouth at 8.30 which was an addition to my schedule that certainly got
the day started well.

Jeff joined me at 8.32, hard on Lucy's heels, the selfish sod pushing
the indicator on the door to engaged as he came through, to make sure
he got to watch the performance alone.

"Looks like our recruit is making herself useful," he commented as he
watched her head bobbing enthusiastically in my lap.

"Oh, indeed," I grinned, pushing myself deeper into her throat, "yes
indeed."

"I got an email about the Castlereagh Contract yesterday afternoon,"
he went on, his voice full of curiosity, "I was surprised that Rick
managed to make a decision so quickly - there were sixty pages in the
tender to read, after all."

Lucy's tongue and hands were making talking difficult at that point,
so I just turned my screen to face him. On it were the thumbnails of
yesterday's pictures.

I heard him whistle, over the top of my groans of pleasure, as he
clicked through a series of twenty photographs showing our new
Organisational Psychologist happily getting her arse royally reamed by
a thick ten-inch prick.

"Oh yeah, I can see how that might have tipped the scales in our
favour, boss."

"YES!" I exploded, more, it must be admitted because I was busily
shooting my load down Lucy's throat than in answer to Jeff.

Lucy zipped me back up and stood.

"Will that be all, Master?"

I was about to let her go when Jeff interrupted.

"Did you enjoy having Rick Castle fuck your arse, Lucy?"

"Oh, yes sir, I've always craved..."

"Hush, Lucy," I snapped, and she stopped, instantly, blushing as she
realised what she was about to say. I told her to leave, and turned to
Jeff.

"Don't push your luck, Jeff."

"Huh? I just wanted to see if she is really the slut she appears or
whether you're blackmailing her. I'm you're right-hand man, boss, I
have a right to know, surely?"

"We had an arrangement that I'd bring you up to speed tomorrow night.
Oh well, if you want to know now, I'll tell you. Pity you'll miss out
on the side entertainment, but..." I shrugged.

It was clear, however, that his thirst to know needed to be quenched
right now. I gave him a brief rundown that made the smile spread
across his face. Embittered as he was at his treatment by a series of
women with minds of their own, he was obviously tickled by the idea of
making one into a toy who could be activated by key phrases while she
remained bright, intelligent and bolshy when not under orders.  

"Do you plan to share?" he asked.

"To an extent," I replied. "She's *my* slut, but I don't object to
other people playing with her, as long as they don't fuck things up
for me."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning that *I* do the programming, and you - and whoever else I
choose - can take advantage of it once its done. For instance..."

He tilted his head and looked at me.

"Why don't you take her to the park for lunch, later?  Choose a quiet
spot. If you say "tits2, Lucy" to her, I can guarantee you something
more interesting than sandwiches to eat. When you've had enough,
'Cover up, Lucy' will do the trick."

I should have known he couldn't wait. I walked into the photocopy room
an hour later to find Jeff with Lucy's left boob in one hand, sucking
hard on her right nipple. I wondered why she was whimpering so
happily, until I remembered that Jeff's age would put him into her
'most desired' category. She was obviously wet and wild for fucking. I
wondered if he'd been feasting on her flesh ever since he left me.

"Get back to work, Jeff," I ordered. He went quickly, probably
figuring that he'd overstepped the bounds somewhat.

I looked at my slut in sweet disarray, and asked, "Do you need to be
fucked, Lucy?"

"Always, when you are near, Master," she murmured.

I ripped her panties off her, and had her there against the wall,
coming in just a few slamming strokes. Since she couldn't come without
my order, she begged me to let her. I refused, and continued to refuse
while she cleaned me.

I looked down at her, and murmured "Come now, Lucy".

She didn't move, but she began to shake and gasp, little panting cries
coming from her throat, and her juices starting to trickle down her
legs to drip onto the floor in front of her knees. Her eyes were
closed, but tears trickled from the corners of them.

"What a lovely slut you are," I said, and left her there, kneeling and
coming with her tits on show for anyone who walked in. It took 5
minutes for a small crowd to form, and fifteen more for me to take
pity.

They dispersed as I walked through, but I heard hasty zippings, so I
wasn't surprised to see the upturned face and naked tits marked with
more than one load of come, while the orgasm still gripped her.

"Stop now and cover up Lucy" I commanded.

Exhausted and humiliated beyond all measure, she burst into noisy
crying, lying on the filthy floor.

"They wanked all over me, Master" she sobbed, "I couldn't stop coming,
and they got out their disgusting pricks and wanked, then they covered
me in their vile spunk."

"Lucy," I snapped, "company policy demands that when you are covered
in spunk you go to the ladies and wash." Her clothes were filthy too.
I strode to the stores and pulled out a pair of overalls. "change into
these," I told her kindly, "fix your makeup and wait in my office. You
can go home soon and put on a clean uniform."

The men were at tea break. I went to the canteen, and saw them shuffle
defensively in their seats.

"What do you expect, when..." Doug began.

I laughed. "Boys, you were perfect!"

I saw them smile with relief.

"However," I went on, "I can't have you wasting time like that.
Fifteen minutes off lunch today."

Rob, the joker in the pack piped up - "Well, why not replace tea break
with jerk-off break from now on? I feel much readier to put my all
into my work after that."

I grinned. "An idea worth considering, Rob, watch your inbox."

I left them laughing and went back to Lucy in my office.  She looked
beautiful with her tear-stained eyes, lost in the overalls, and as I
sat beside her she reached out, as she had to touch me. I took her
hand.

"Lucy," I said, seriously, "you shouldn't speak about your colleagues
like you just did.  My men just paid you an enormous compliment,
showing you what a sexy slut they thought you, and you called them
disgusting and vile."

"But, Master, they treated me like a cheap whore, and I couldn't do
anything to stop them."

"Lucy, sweetheart, what do you expect them to treat you like, when you
are kneeling half-naked in a pool of your own come?"

"I don't like it, Master. I'm not a slut or a whore, not except for
with you."

"That's a pity Lucy, because company policy dictates that every
morning at ten-thirty, you should strip to your bra and panties and
lie on the table in the centre of  the garden behind the factory."

"Yes, Master."

"Company policy dictates furthermore, that while you do so, you should
masturbate yourself. You will reach orgasm almost immediately, but
will keep stroking yourself to maintain it for fifteen minutes. The
men will be informed of this, and invited to watch and wank. Since it
*is* a compliment, you will, of course, thank them for their spunk. It
will be good for morale, and morale is part of your job."  

"Yes, Master." She hung her head. I knew she'd do it, though she'd
burn with shame.

"One more thing Lucy."

"Yes, master?"

"After the wank-break, company policy dictates that you remove your
underwear before you wash, and wear your uniform without underwear for
the rest of the day."

"Yes, Master."

"Now, you can go home and change, if you like Lucy. Be back at one."

"Yes, Master."

As she left, I composed a company-wide mail to confirm the new break
arrangements. When I left my office to go to lunch, they gave me three
cheers.

Company policy dictated many things over the next few months - that
the most productive employee every week would get a blow-job from Lucy
at the weekly operations meeting - which was held in the factory under
an A1 poster taken from the 'Lucy with cucumber' collection --  that
staff members having a birthday got to eat their cake from her cunt as
she laid naked on their desk, and that anyone forced to work at a
weekend would have Lucy drop in for an hour at lunchtime in case he
'needed anything' where the anything that all staff members could
demand from her included "tits2", "fingerfuck", and "deepthroat."
Productivity increased by 30% and the men jumped at the chance to do
overtime.

By the time Lucy had been with the company for six months all forty of
the men had experienced the delight her tongue and lips on their
throbbing cocks at least once, and felt her drive her cunt onto their
fingers, spasming to orgasm around them. It wasn't surprising I had
the most satisfied staff in the world.

Her best remained mine, however. Apart from the daily morning
cock-sucking, which she delivered with skill and enthusiasm, I made
her beg me to take her at least once a day in full view of the entire
staff, finally bending her forward over her desk to fuck her lovely
arse, or allowing her to strip and mount me eagerly as I sat at lunch
once she had pleaded enough for me to "fill your slut with your
beautiful cock master, before the fire in my cunt burns me up". I
loved hearing the lascivious moans of the men as she rode me wildly,
her tit in my mouth and her screams of "Oh GOD! Yes, Master" echoing
off the walls, or their murmured "Fuck her harder, boss" as I buried
myself to the hilt between her rosy cheeks

She was my plaything outside work too.  I'll never forget the looks on
the faces of the men at the country club when whispered into her ear
"come now, Lucy" as we danced in the middle of the floor. Dressed in a
long white dress that clung like a second skin, I kissed her while she
clung shaking and writhing sinuously against me to the silky strains
of Sade.  I'll never forget the invitations I got from their wives
afterwards either.

I'd had her move in with me in her second week, so I had her close at
hand whenever I wanted her, and my evenings were made complete by
listening on the extension while she described to Bill down the phone,
weeping with shame, the various indignities each new day brought her,
detailing her humiliation at her wanton behaviour and her inability to
control it. Bill always knew I was there, Lucy had been instructed not
to realise.

"Everyone was watching, but it didn't seem to matter," she told him,
after a memorable evening with my poker school, "I was sat on Master's
lap, and he pushed up my top to play with my tits, and I it felt so
fucking GOOD, that I just sat there, moaning and wriggling, my nipples
hard as marbles and my cunt bubbling, and pleaded with him to suck me,
lick me, use me any way he wanted to. He called me his cock-hungry
little slut and told all the men how wet I was for him, and when he
asked me to, I walked round and took each of their hands and put them
on my cunt so they could feel for themselves."

"How did that make you feel?" Bill asked, the old darlin'

"Proud! I felt proud that my master's friends knew I was his whore,
and I was wet and horny for his cock. But now, when I think back on
it, I feel like some filthy degraded piece of trash."

"And did he fuck you then, Lucy, with them watching?" His voice was
breathless, and I reckoned he must be picturing the scene with his
tongue hanging out.

"Y... yes, Bill."

"Was there anything else?"   

"I..."

"What did you do?"

"I sucked them all off, Bill, all eight of them, before he'd fuck me,
and I came the whole time I was doing it, then I spread my legs wide
and begged for my master to fuck me till I screamed. I'm such a dirty
slut Bill, I can't look at myself in the mirror!"

"Oh God!" I was quite sure my old pal was wanking himself silly as he
listened to this.

"What makes me behave like this Bill? I'm an intelligent woman, with a
mind, yet I abase myself, and do the most depraved, disgusting things
-- in PUBLIC for Christssake, and I like it while it's happening."

"You don't like it, sweetie, you love it, and you know it. You're
right Lucy, you have a mind. Think about the situation.  What does
that mind tell you?"

"It tells me I'm his whore Bill, I'm his bitch in heat, and one part
of me hates it, but another part, a bigger part tells me all the time
how much I love his cock and the way it makes me feel and that it's
worth doing anything in the world to have it inside of me. "

"Then listen to the bigger part, Lucy. You're a slut and a whore and a
bitch in heat, and you love every minute of it, and that's okay. Maybe
you were born just to be James' sex-toy. Maybe the bad feelings are
just a hangover from your upbringing getting in the way of your true
happiness .Just remember, whenever you feel bad, or ashamed, I'm
always here for you."

"Yes Bill."

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yes, Bill."

"And will you sleep?"

"Just as soon as I've persuaded him to fuck me just once more. Or
maybe twice if I'm lucky. Thanks Bill." 

"Goodnight, you sweet, hot little bitch." I grinned as I heard him say
it.  She accepted that without a word - didn't even notice it.  She
was so used to  the terms now that they might have been her name.

"Goodnight Bill." 

He laughed as she hung up. "You've got her not knowing which way is up
James, you old bastard.  Keep her like that -- I LOVE these calls."
then he too hung up with another laugh. 

Of course, once Bill had had his nightly jollies Lucy would come to my
bed, and tease me to hardness with her tongue, then slide and rock
herself urgently on the hardness of my prick, my sweet, shamed but
shameless little slut, till I told her she could sleep, which she did,
always,  lying on my chest, with my cock still buried deep inside her.

It made it easier for her to start work as soon as she woke. I'm all
for efficiency.
