Chapter 12 THE TRAINING TAPE IMPROVED The next day when Claire got to work, she went straight to Michael's office and pulled off her panties.
'Thank you, twat,' said Michael. 'Now put your training phallus in. I think you should be wearing it at work too.' 'What, here?' asked Claire, aghast. She had it in her purse, because she was scared of her sister finding it at home, but she needed to get herself wet before she could slide the large object inside her, and in any case she didn't want Michael to watch her do it. 'No, go use the toilets, that's fine,' said Michael, and Claire grandpa fucks cute teen at the street in relief.
He passed her a roll of duct tape. 'Use this to keep it in. Report back to me once you're set up.' Claire was too happy to not have to shove the fuckstick inside her in front of her boss to think about objecting to using it at all.
She went to the toilets (which were blessedly free from Sluthole) and tentatively rubbed her pussy until she felt herself getting moist. It seemed much easier these days than it had in the past. Once she was well lubricated, she slid the vibrator up her twat, gasping in pleasure at its thickness, and then ran a strip of tape from her butt crack to her waist to keep the device inside her.
The vibrator immediately began to pulse, and Claire felt her pussy throb eagerly in response. Mostly waddling, Claire made her way back to Michael's office.
Already the earphones were telling her she was a slut and a whore. 'Thanks Claire,' said Michael. 'Now we're taking you off normal duties today because we need your help to improve this training tape.' He led her to a small room with a chair and a large TV screen. He motioned her to sit down in the chair. Then he took each of her arms and handcuffed them to the chair. Claire jumped. 'What are you doing?' she exclaimed.
'Nothing sinister!' said Michael. 'Calm down. We just want you to stay here until lunch.' He hit a button, and images appeared on the screen. They were of a naked woman. It was a porn film. There was no sound. 'All we want you do, Claire, is just listen to your tape, and repeat everything you hear the tape say out loud. We're going to use it to make a better tape. Microphones will pick it up. Don't worry, just enjoy your device and the film, and repeat what the tape tells you.' He bent down, and hiked up the back of Claire's skirt, so that Claire's bare ass was against the chair.
'Enjoy!' he said, and left. Claire wiggled. The handcuffs kept her tightly in place. On the screen, the naked woman was beginning to suck on a large, hard cock. A man's hand was entwined in her hair, controlling the movements of her head. Claire felt the vibrator buzz happily in her pussy, and couldn't help but moan again.
'Claire is a slut,' said the tape, so Claire said, 'Claire is a slut.' And then that wasn't so bad, so she kept going. 'Claire is a whore. Claire likes sucking cock. I like sucking cock. I like being raped. I like lezzing off with sluts.
Sluts deserve to be raped. I deserve to be raped. My big udders are for fucking. I am a big slutty cow. I like my training tape. I like sucking cunts.' Talking constantly was thirsty work; thirstier, when she considered how aroused the vibrator was making her and how constantly her cunt was drooling.
Every half an hour, Michael came in and gave her a glass of cordial. The cordial was different to her usual drink - yellower, and tarter - but she drank it down thirstily.
She soon felt her bladder growing uncomfortably full. She needed to piss. She mentioned it to Amateur lesbian teenies get their narrow slits licked and plowed the next time he came in but he ignored her. And he ignored her the time after that. Finally, near noon, Claire, crying, pissed herself, feeling the warm urine pool on the chair and then drip down to the floor.
The stimulation of her cunt caused by the pissing was all she needed to finally orgasm.
She felt the pleasure run through her as she sat there pissing herself, shuddering all through her body from the cum. 'I am a slut. I am a fucktoy. My cunt deserves to be punished,' she said hoarsely between sobs, barely able to watch the sex on the screen through her tears. It was maybe the twelfth or thirteenth time she had repeated those words. They felt familiar now. Not long after Claire pissed herself, Michael came in and set Claire loose. He didn't comment on the urine on the floor.
He just uncuffed her, thanked her, and told her to go back to her normal job.
Claire was intercepted on the way to her desk by Sluthole. 'Where have you been?' said the cruel minx as she pulled Claire into the toilets. Inside, she was disappointed to find that Claire's pussy was sealed with tape, and that Claire had recently voided her bladder. She pissed on Claire's leg anyway, and seeing as she couldn't rub Claire's twat she college girls compete tbe the biggest sluts collegerools com grabbed Claire's nipples through her blouse and painfully twisted them while she tongue-kissed Claire's mouth.
Afterwards, back at her desk, Jim said, 'You know, she can only boss you around because she's a higher grade than you. She's a W. If you were a W you could say no.' Claire turned in her seat to look at Jim. His cock rested against her left cheek as she looked up at him.
She could feel it oozing slime onto her skin. 'Look,' said Jim. You're a Z now, but you could be a Y at least. Look at this.' He showed her a card: Y Grade Presentation: - Dresses appealingly. - Has camera installed in bedroom and does not attempt to avoid appearing in front of it. - Keeps cunt shaved. Attitude & Obedience: - Is polite to others.
- Does not express feminist viewpoints. - Does not ask other women to wear more clothes or act less sluttily. Toileting: - Uses standard Titcage toilets appropriately while at the workplace (pisses standing onto floor and is not bothered by presence of other women).
Masturbation: - Masturbates at least four times a week. Treatment of sluts: - Addresses other female Titcage employees by their shortened Titcage names. Treatment of men: - Replies when spoken to. - Listens attentively when men speak to her.
'Do you fit that?' he asked. 'Most of it,' said Claire, blushing, realising that she was admitting to masturbating four times a week. In reality it was more like seven or eight times a week at present but there was no need to say that.
'Most of?' asked Jim. 'What are you missing?' 'I… hide from the camera in my room, most times,' said Claire. 'I get dressed after showers in the bathroom and… stuff.' I masturbate in the toilet, not my bed, she thought. 'Well, stop that. And then go see Michael and ask for a promotion. You deserve it.' It sounded like it might free her from Sluthole. Claire looked up at Jim gratefully, her eyes wide and loving. The motion made Jim's penis bounce across her jaw and land on her mouth.
Slowly, Jim reached out and held the back of her head. Claire tried to pull away, but his hand wouldn't let her. He pulled his hips back, and then slowly pushed them forward, rubbing his cock across her chin and lower lip.
She opened her mouth to complain, and then Jim pushed forward a bit more, just into her mouth, and orgasmed. Once again sperm flew into her mouth and splattered across her face.
It was warm and sticky and humiliating and it tasted good. This time Jim didn't look shocked. 'Thank you, twat,' he said, looking down at her tits gratefully as he shuddered with ecstasy. 'Thank you. You're wonderful. You're such a good cunt.' He continued holding her hair for long minutes while his cock pumped out the last of his semen, and then finally he released her.
He scooped a little cum off her face with his fingers, and then pushed it into her mouth. Super sexy blonde teen masturbating on webcam knowing what to do, Claire sucked on his fingers. 'Good twat,' said Jim again, and then backed away.
Claire didn't know what to think as she showered off.
He'd cum all over her face. On purpose! It was gross! On the other hand he must have been as horny as she was, being teased all day by her face bumping against his cock. She'd kind of been a tease.
And he'd looked so loving afterwards.
Like he really loved her. It had happened in front of everyone though - a boy had cummed on her! But no one had seemed to care. She decided that maybe it wasn't too bad. At 2.15 she went into Michael's office, put on her panties, got photographed, then took them off.
And at the end of the day when she went in to get her panties back, he had a little surprise for her - a new tape. She knew what was on it even before she put it on that night, after being spanked and masturbating. It was her own voice, telling her those awful things. 'I am a fucktoy,' said her own voice in her head. 'I like drinking cum.
I like licking pussy.' (To be continued.)