Human Resources Chapter Two
I got up bright and early the next morning, not sure if I was hoping to avoid Candi at the house or hoping to see her again. She wasn’t around – or at least wasn’t upstairs in the common areas – so I hustled out the door and drove straight to the office.
And found a stunning note from Dick Wallace on my chair. In it, he breezily announced that he had decided to switch up a few assignments and that he wanted me to cover ARMCON, the big trade show for defense contractors like Megacorp.
Actually, the biggest trade show for Megacorp and all our competitors, year-in year-out. For sales guys like Grossman, it was Carnegie Hall, Fenway Park, and Westminster Abbey all rolled up in one. The biggest stage, with the brightest lights; a place capable of anointing the chosen with untold fame and riches, but where failure brought ignominy, or worse.
Every time he went he spent the next several weeks – often the next several months – bragging to everyone who would listen about how many billions of dollars worth of contracts he signed at the show, and therefore how many sports cars and second homes “he” had bought for each Megacorp employee and shareholder.
Now, Grossman was an asshole, through and through, but he was also one hell of a salesman. By sending me instead of him, Wallace was essentially bringing the Grossman v. Hawkins competition to a head. It gave me a chance to step up and prove myself right, which was great, but it would take a truly Herculean effort to pull it off, which wasn’t. The conference started the very next day – I would need to be on a plane that afternoon – so even despite my legitimate worries about the scale of this challenge, the chance to one-up Grossman was intoxicating.
Buoyed with this new opportunity, I went to see Vivian eager to share my big news and to get one last dose of confidence from the training program.
She was the only one in the HR offices when I got there, and she greeted me warmly when I knocked at her door.
“Hey big guy,” she said with a big smile as she walked with me back towards some new, more elaborate treatment suites.
Damn, she looked good today. At least a couple too many buttons left undone on that blouse, allowing me a fabulous view of those gorgeous tits. And, though it was hard to be certain, even after a good hard stare, I had to wonder: was she even wearing a bra today?
“You’re early, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Yeah, I know,” I replied, however, tearing my eyes from her chest and trying to play this cool. “You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve got on my shoulders right now. I need to be on a plane by about four o’clock this afternoon, but I had to make sure and get a little training in before I leave town.”
“Oh yeah, ARMCON, right? Well congrats, big guy, go knock ‘em dead,” Viv replied with a big smile. (Make no mistake: the HR people where you work know everything.) “In that case I’m glad you’re in early. In fact, this is really better – we’re not quite ready to roll out all the new systems to everyone just yet, but we’ve made so much progress with our in-house development that I’d love to show you how far we’ve come. I think you’ll be quite happily surprised.”
“Sounds good, but I hope you didn’t change too much,” I replied. Would hate to have to give up my afternoon hard-ons, I didn’t add...
“No, it’s fundamentally the same concept, but lately we’ve just made some huge strides in the development of both our hardware and our software. The whole system, really, is just much more focused and efficient. We had been evolving steadily but slowly for the last several design iterations, but some of Candi’s ideas have led to some really revolutionar—”
“STOP,” I practically shouted, “whose ideas?”
“Candi, John. You know, your housemate?”
“I know her name, Viv, I just frankly can’t quite believe what you’re telling me.” I chose not to mention the incident with those heart-stopping pink panties from the night before, but instead focused on using my “tough guy big business executive” tone.
And yes, if I were to be candid, I would have admitted that at least part of my annoyance was about turf: whatever was going on with this system, especially if it was really going to turn into something meaningful it didn’t belong in a backoffice department like HR, it belonged in Bio-Electronics. It belonged in my department.
But since I wasn’t ready to be that candid, I kept the focus on Candi: “She’s about six months out of grad school and you’re letting her damn near redesign the whole system?”
“Wait John, you don’t underst—”
“No, you wait,” I said, stopping our walk and interrupting just like a big, tough, all-business guy, “I want our junior people to have as much opportunity to do real work as the next guy, but you’re making it sound like this ‘Candi’ has damn near taken over your whole office. She’s a trainee, Viv, and my point is that especially for someone as good as you are at management, you really seem to have made a stunning mistake in overempowering her like this. And if you’re not careful that’s going to bite you in the—”
“Shesagenius,” Vivian blurted in a rush, cutting me off awkwardly. “No, literally, John,” she continued, before I could respond, “a genius.”
Vivian said all this with a practically infatuated flush. The thought crossed my mind as to whether there was more going on between Candi and Vivian than just work. Which, upon another glance at Vivian’s bountiful cleavage and a mental review of Candi’s high, firm little tits, was a not at all unappealing thought.
While I mulled those possibilities, Viv started walking again, and continued, “She’s worked here for three weeks and she already knows more about our system than I do. She’s made more progress in the last four days than the rest of us had accomplished in the last three months. She wrote feedback loops the other night that increased retention 36 percent; the best improvements from our last round of iterations were measured in tenths of a percent.
“Last week, she just kind announced in passing that one of our problems was the effective bandwidth available through our hardware, since we had been pushing most of our data through the optic nerve. We all more or less laughed at her, since we couldn’t even imagine running out of bandwidth through that channel unless we were moving more information per session than most people process in a month.
“Now we’ve got six people evaluating four of her proposals on connecting erotic response and obedience in parallel, through a constellation of inputs hardwired directly between the frontal lobes. She’s like a savant with this stuff, John. We’d have to be fools not to give her all the running room she wants.”
“Wait, back up, Viv, connecting what kind of response?”
“Oh, John. I’m pretty sure you heard me.”
Silence.
“Come on John, you and I go back a little too far for you to play dumb with me. Are you really going to pretend not to have realized this yet?”
More silence.
“Human Resources is all about motivating people, right? Well if you ever come up with something more motivating to the human race than sex drive, by all means, please shoot me a memo on it. Besides, you’re about a month into the program, and I sure haven’t heard you complaining.”
She had me there.
“Now look,” she continued, “I’m willing to discuss all this in as much depth as you want if you’ve suddenly discovered a deep interest in the science behind it, but five minutes ago you had a plane to catch. Assuming you still do, we’re going to get crunched for time. So get on in here, sit back, and let’s get you hooked up.”
Whatever, I thought, still not really satisfied, but also faced with a small conflict of interest. This ARMCON trip was going to be the make-or-break opportunity of my career, and if Viv’s training sessions could help me go into it like a master of the universe I figured I would debate staffing and corporate ethics with her a little later. And far be it from me to get prudish about anything having to do with “erotic response.”
“So OK,” she said, pulling out stirrups as I walked up to the training chair. “Go ahead and slip your pants and your shorts down and then hop up here.”
“Sorry?” I asked. “Slip what down?”
“Your pants, dummy. Look, if you want just climb up here and I’ll take care of the rest.”
A little stunned, and at least a little bit intrigued, I glanced around the empty room. No one around besides Vivian, I figured, and since she had sure seen (not to mention sucked, and fucked) it all a few dozen times before, I just kicked off my shoes, opened my belt, and the fly on my trousers and slipped everything below the waist right down and off. My dick, never one to pass up a party, was already rising to the occasion.
“That’s it, big guy,” Vivian added with a wink after eyeing me over, “go ahead and lean back and I’ll finish getting you prepped.”
She slipped a new headset over my ears and eyes, much smaller than the previous version, and flipped a small switch on the side. The unit popped into life, and immediately bathed me in kind of a static-y, grey deluge of sight and sound.
It was overpowering, and instantly took me straight from wide awake to the edge of a trance, but as I teetered on the brink I could vaguely feel Vivian stroking something slippery and cool up and down the crack of my ass.
“Wai... Whaaa’s tha?” I asked dimly, my head lolling as I tried to hold it up to get a better look.
“Shhhhhh,” she replied, soothing me as she used two fingers to spread a large dollop of slickness, and sexheat, right across my anus and deep inside. “Just breathe deeply and relax.”
The deep breathing was a problem, for a second, as each thrust of those hotly probing fingers seemed to push more and more air out of my lungs. And push more and more blood into my dick, the deeper they ventured inside me. My breath caught again as Vivian used the same hand to spread lube across the tip of a menacing black-colored buttplug, and then nudge the tip just into the tight pucker at the center of my ass. My iron-hard cock was the elephant in the room, seemingly disregarded by both Vivian and myself despite all eight inches standing straight up, all twitchy and drippy.
After a minute I kind of caught up to all the sensation, and my breathing leveled out to nice, long deep breaths as Viv fed the rest of that warm, firm dildo into my ass. Occasional low moans accompanied each deep breath, especially when Vivian clicked the vibrator into life, with a nice, low, soothing hum.
The relaxation followed the breathing. As this tidal wave of sensory overload mellowed out, I gratefully fell back into a warm cocoon, my whole being made all tranquil and docile by the soothing rhythms of the headset and the assplug.
Then the training program kicked in, and I joyously began the process, still basically similar but yet so much more vivid than all the prior times I’d done it. Now I didn’t just hear questions and see choices; I was just subsumed into visions and transports of sensation all so powerful and engrossing. Like the man once said, I heard angel trumpets and devil trombones, all proper. “Like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now,” as I slooshied among the lovely pictures.
This time, unlike before, I was deep in the grip of the training program right from the jump. “Obey,” I gasped, joyfully. “Submit. Tits. Hips. Worship. Pussy. Obey!”
My cock twitched harder with each response, each throb adding to the thin line of precum drooling down the shaft from the slit at the top. “OBEY!” I groaned again, this time with gusto.
It was heaven.
Shuddering back to consciousness (hours later? weeks? months?), I found Vivian seated between my open legs, with my cockhead buried deep at the back of her throat. She hummed a little as she fellated me, the pressure in my balls already at war emergency levels. The orgasm I was headed towards portended to be epic, and yet each passing second left me agonizing, no further away and yet no closer to all that bliss.
Viv smirked at me a little when she noticed me noticing her, but—incredibly—neither that smoldering glance nor the long, slow lick that accompanied it, from the base of my balls to the tip of my cock, sent me over the edge.
In fact, somehow, moment after each excruciating moment kept passing without bringing me either the relief of a step back from the precipice, or the release of the leap and the ecstasy of the plummet back to earth.
“Oh hi babe,” she said coolly from behind the tip of my dick, “hope you don’t mind that I helped myself—you always have had such a beautiful cock.” When she leaned back to talk to me I could see that she had opened all the remaining buttons on her blouse; and while the shirt technically remained on, it certainly didn’t cover her huge, gorgeous breasts as much as it framed them.
Incapable of speech, I just stammered out a long moan.
“Yeah, I know,” she said, “you really need to come, don’t you.” She cupped my balls with one hand as she hotly stroked the other up and down my hard, wet cock.
My next moan evidently succeeded at conveying the urgency of my agreement on that point.
“Wanna know why you can’t?”
It took a second, but somehow I already knew. The answer just came to me, with certitude. My ass.
“You’re all empty, aren’t you?” she asked.
The dildo was gone, and I knew—and I mean knew, the same way I know water is wet and fire is hot—that I couldn’t come without it.
“Pppppppleeeeaaassseee...” I moaned, piteously, and she pulled the still-shining dildo up into my field of view. I repeated my plea while she daintily touched her tongue to it and jacked it a couple times with a little more lube to keep it all slick.
“I know you need it, babe, but do you know what you need to do to get it?”
Yes. Actually, I did. No idea how I knew, or why, but in an instant I realized I knew exactly what to do.
“Y-yes … ma’am,” I replied in a daze. “Yes i do...”
“Very good,” she responded, “you may begin.”
I started haltingly, amazed that the words seemed to come to me on their own, and as horrified by what I was saying as I was thrilled to be saying it, “i b-beseech You, Mistress, as Your humble slave, to empty me of my will, to fill me with Yours, to make me a more perfect instrument of Your every whim, and to accept m-my offering of my body, my mind, my love, and [gulp] the entirety of my being as mere t-tokens of my devotion and my worship.”
“By what name do you know Me?” She asked.
“Mistress,” I breathed. Ecstatically.
“By what right do I rule?”
“By the only right that matters, Mistress: Yours.”
“At whose pleasure do you live, or die?”
“Yours, Mistress. Yours and yours alone.”
“And at whose whim do you come?” She said at last, bringing the black tip of the dildo back to the edge of my ass.
“YOURS!!” Her slave shouted out suddenly, as She entered Her slave with it, and the first jet of come fairly lept from Her slave’s cock. “Yours! Nnngg-ohhhhh. Oh! Oh. Yours, Mistress... Yooouurrrsss...” the slave groaned, once with each fresh spurt of Her slave’s passion for Her. With each new spasm, Her slave sprayed more and more of his love across Her breasts, and Her neck, and the slave’s thighs, and Her wrists, as She used one hand to steadily fuck Her slave with the dildo while She firmly and smoothly stroked Her other hand up and down Her slave’s spasming cock.
Eventually the eruption had slowed to a trickle. “Well,” She said at last. “Thank you so much for that very generous offering, slave, and for the, well, the sheer quantity of your devotion,” She added, smiling, as She gently scooped one of the thicker gouts of semen up from between Her cleavage and playfully brought it to her tongue. “I am very pleased to accept.”
Coming slowly back up from the bottom of that ocean of ecstasy, the slave’s self-awareness scaled inversely with its arousal—in the buildup, and in the grips of orgasm, it wasn’t even a person, just chattel, a piece of property She was free to use, abuse, enjoy or discard entirely as She saw fit. As i came down from that high, however, i slowly returned, and became me, eventually to the point that I could understand myself as an individual again.
My understanding of Her, however, didn’t change in the least. Even as I wiped up the remaining streaks of come from my waist and hips, I still only knew Her as nothing less than my reason for existing. Had She asked me to die for her on the spot, it would have been ecstacy, so much more fitting proof of my devotion for Her than simply ejaculating at her command.
Her will over me was such that had She ordered it of me, I could have stopped the beating of my own heart. That knowledge neither scared nor worried me even remotely as much as it filled me, and fills me, with joy.
While I gathered myself, She took a seat in the training chair and then said, “My turn.”
Puzzled, I paused only momentarily before answering, “yes ma’am,” and helped Her lean back and position Her legs into the stirrups. Her beautifully furred pussy called to me from between Her smooth, fleshy thighs, but not having been commanded to service Her sexually I confined myself to helping her settle in the chair.
I was shocked, therefore, when a moment later a heard a voice, Candi’s voice, call out from the door to the training room. “Is he fully Yours now, Mistress?” she asked.
“he is,” She replied, as I meekly stood next to her with my limp cock and wet ass exposed beneath my shirttails. “You were quite right about the power of that new module; he soaked up the docility protocol like a sponge. Between that and the general eroticizing of submissiveness left over from his work with the Mark I system, he just melted right into becoming my helpless little thrall. Didn’t you, pumpkin?” She asked, reaching up to stroke my cheek.
“yes ma’am,” i said again, with a thrill. Even only minutes after that last explosive orgasm i could feel a fresh hard-on re-forming.
“Very good, Mistress” said Candi, slipping her arms and shoulders out of her blouse, “it’ll be nice to drop all the pretense—both here and at the house.”
Candi loosely folded her top and plopped it on the desk next to the training chair, and then added her skirt on top of it. Nude, from the waist up, with only thong underwear from the waist down she was an absolute vision of nubile lust.
“Would you like him to prepare You, Mistress, or shall I?” said Candi.
She mused for just a second and said, “Let him do it, I’d like you to take a look at the dominance profile we set up after My last session. I’m concerned that I not get too carried away too soon,” said Mistress, “so see what you can do to make sure I can meter My personality to My surroundings. I practically eye-raped that new girl down at reception on the way in this morning, so I’d like to make sure I have full control of myself at all times, but without toning down that underlying drive to conquer, and command.”
“Yes Mistress,” said Candi. Then with a small nod, Candi turned to the workstation adjoining the training chair and began typing and clicking, looking so fucking hot in just her eyeglasses and thong panties.
“Now you,” said Mistress, snapping me to attention, “since this is your first involvement with administering the program, as opposed to experiencing it, I want you to go slowly and take your time. Your task at present is to prepare me for my training session. The general operation of this session is the same for Me as it is for you, and the rest of my thralls, so listen carefully.”
“The system uses sexual stimulation and response to modify behavior. Specifically, physical stimulation of the anus and other genitalia is combined with other direct and indirect stimulation of the brain to reinforce the appropriate changes in the subject’s thought patterns, personality, and sense of self. These influences are most efficiently and powerfully delivered when the subject is in a high state of sexual arousal.
“Consequently, in order to prepare me you are to lick me gently, yet firmly, from my anus to my clitoris and back. You are to ensure that my anus is sufficiently lubricated to allow the training plug to enter without undue strain. You are not to bring me to orgasm, nor attempt to, but you are to ensure that I am sufficiently aroused that I do not just accept the anal plug but enjoy it. You may use either your tongue or the ball of your thumb on my clit while you penetrate me, but pay attention to my response and meter the pace of the plug and of the clitoral stimulation accordingly. I should not like to have to instruct you on this twice.”
She leaned Her head back against the headrest, smoothed her fingertips across her labia from bottom to top and said, “You may begin.”
Any doubt, or concern, or hesitation as to my obedience of these commands was like foam on the ocean. I suppose it did exist, but in that moment it was utterly irrelevant. I sighed with lust and devotion as I lowered my face between Her thighs and began.
After a couple minutes I could tell She was ready, Her hips beginning a slow, steady roll into each pass of my tongue, so I turned and found Candi handing me an already lubricated plug. It didn’t seem right to speak, so I just took it and placed the tip against the tightness of Mistress’ ass.
“Gently now,” Candi said, looking over my shoulder. “Push gently but steadily, and make sure to keep stimulating her clit while the dildo goes in, but not too much.”
“Yes. Yes,” said Candi as I proceeded. “Very good.”
With that, I rose and stood dumbly next to the chair. Neither woman told me to leave, so by default I simply stood in place.
Candi broke the silence. “Ma’am, unless there’s anything else I think we’re ready to begin.”
“Please do,” She said, after which Candi positioned the headset and lowered the visor into Mistress’ field of view.
Mistress’ sigh confirmed her entry into the world of the training program, at which point Candi sat back at the workstation.
“Dominance quotient now at 44,” she said, narrating her notes into a microphone on her headset, “arousal at 58, very good. Corruption presently at 55, with a user-controllable range of 20 to 80. Yes. That should do it. Arousal’s going to start coming up now.”
At this point Candi stroked her hands across her own taut breasts, adding “arousal starting to spike now, passing through 70, [pause] 75, [sigh] now 80.” Candi’s left hand remained on her nipples, tweaking each back and forth while her right hand slid beneath her thong panties.
Maybe 20 seconds after beginning, Mistress now began visibly twitching, her swollen pussy just barely pulsing with each shuddering breath. “Corruption up to 70,” Candi said, “dominance at 61, retention and programming effectiveness all nominal.”
Candi turned in her chair and leaned in towards Mistress’ pussy. No more than 30 seconds after beginning, Mistress’ eyes shook open when Candi’s tongue flickered across her slit. Mistress’ hands went to her own chest, and hefted each heavy breast, firmly pinching the base of each broad, dusky nipple. I noticed that the dildo remained plugged inside Mistress’ wide, fleshy ass while Candi began working in a narrative among quick short licks to Mistress’ pussy, clit, and asshole.
“By what name are You known?” asked Candi.
“Mistress,” She groaned in response.
“By what right do You rule?”
“By the only right that matters, of course, Mine.”
“At whose pleasure do we, your thralls, live or die?”
“Mine,” She said, with a particularly strong thrust of her hips against Candi’s lips and tongue. “Mine...”
“And at whose whim do You come?” Candi asked, her right hand now a blur inside the wet crotch of her thong.
“MIIIIINE,” She groaned, coming hard, bringing one hand down to grip Candi’s hair roughly and grind Herself harder against Candi’s face with each deep shudder. “MINE. M-mine, fuck-ing Mine. All. Mine.” She finished, Her voice trailing off as Her orgasm slowed and eventually stopped.
Candi likewise trembled as her own orgasm peaked and echoed, but she dutifully kept her mouth glued to Mistress’ pussy throughout. My dick thickened, and my lust simmered at this sensual display, but not having been commanded to come, or even masturbate, I simply stood and observed.
Once the aftershocks subsided, Mistress sat up and said “Very nice.”
“Thank you Mistress,” said Candi, as she cleaned herself up and stood to help Mistress off the chair.
“Candi, have you completed any recruiting from within the IT department yet?”
Completed any what? I would soon have to stop being surprised by this sort of thing.
“Yes Mistress,” she replied, “I seduced Joanne, the new help-desk deputy, in the women’s restroom the other day. So far I’ve only installed the baseline docility and obedience suite. Wasn’t difficult at all, by the way, and judging by how eagerly she went down on me and lapped up the programming, my guess is she already had quite a fetish for lesbian mind control.”
“Very good,” said Mistress. “Make sure she arranges for the complete client software to be installed on Mr. Hawkins’ traveling laptop in time for his departure this afternoon. And see that he gets the most recent iteration of the mobile headset along with a nice, thick training plug.”
Despite myself, I felt my ass twitch eagerly at that last bit.
Mistress stepped over to me and gave me a quick peck on the lips, adding “Better run along now Johnnie, don’t want to be late for the big trade show. Especially since I think you’re really going to enjoy it this year.”
My cock was nearly back to full attention at this point, but Mistress had commanded me to run along. So, I did my best to stuff it back in my pants and go catch up with Candi—and Joanne, evidently—to collect the right hardware for my big trip.