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Korrupting Kayla, Book Two: Preview

Oh, hello. How nice of you to drop by. Have a seat and grab a Christmas cookie. Here's a drink to go along with it. It's a pretty red, just right for Christmas. Yes, drink up. Good. It makes one feel so warm, doesn't it? Tingling you say? Yes, it can do that. Don't think too hard about it. It will all feel so good in a minute.

Now that you're all settled in, it's time for your present. You've been quite naughty this year, but that's alright. The naughty list has special kinds of gifts. This is one of them. Keep in mind that things are subject to change, since we're still some time from our release. Just read the words. Let the honeyed poison in and make you feel good.

Start racking up those Kink points, because this next year is going to get quite dirty. Kayla's next adventure, in particular, is becoming quite a journey.


Preview: The Uses for Your Cumhole


Cumhole made the drive over to Tiffany’s house with her chemically manipulated cunt soaking the seat. On arriving, her oversexed blonde friend took in the look of her with uncharacteristic shock. Cumhole was sweating, the chemicals coursing through her body pumping up her arousal beyond anything she’d ever experienced. This was like Obsequium on steroids. She could actually feel her secretions running down her legs. She had a wild, glazed-over look in her eyes and smelled of sex.

“Holy shit!” Tiffany exclaimed, “Are you for fucking real?”

“Cum!” Cumhole jabbered, her brow sweating and body shaking, “Need to cum!”

“You came to the right place!” Tiffany cried happily, and pulled her inside.

Tiffany went to work on her naked cunt with a mission, sucking, stroking and licking Cumhole to a trio of delicious orgasms, before she finally calmed enough to become coherent and have a conversation. Laying naked together, Tiffany toying with the collar, her friend asked the obvious question.

“So, what’s with this thing?”

Cumhole swallowed and said, “It’s the new company policy. They’re… it injects that stuff into my brain so I’m always going to be horny. And it will punish me if I don’t call myself Cumhole.”

She broke down and sobbed. Tiffany wrapped her arms around her, cradling and letting her cry.

“Oh, Kayla,” She said softly, “I’m so sorry. I had no idea what they were really like. This is all my fault!”

“Cumhole… “ Cumhole said through her tears.

“What?”

“My name is Cumhole,” she said sadly.

Cumhole felt a shiver of sexual excitement pass through Tiffany’s body.

“Fuck.” She said, “I can’t decide if it’s totally fucked, or totally hot.”

Cumhole looked at her in horror, wiping tears from her eyes.

“Hot?”

Tiffany nodded and said, “Okay, yeah, it’s fucked. It really is. Being a cumhole is something that you should decide for yourself. It’s just, well, you know me. Kinky.”

Cumhole nodded. She did know. Tiffany loved dirty things. Collared sluts being forced into constant arousal was certainly something that would make Tiffany wet.

“Okay.” Tiffany said, “So, how do we beat it? How do we get Kayla back?”

“Back?”

“Yeah. How can we get you free?”

“We can’t,” Cumhole said. “They’ll destroy me.”

“There has to be a way,” Tiffany said, her brows knitting in concentration. “Let me think about it.”

“Don’t do something stupid.” Cumhole warned her.

“Me? Never!”

Cumhole rolled her eyes.

“Hey,” Tiffany added, “Why don’t we go do something normal? Let me take you out for dinner.”

“Dinner? In public? I’m dressed like a slut and wearing a slave collar that says Cumhole!”

“Maybe we’ll just order in,” Tiffany said.

Cumhole nodded, fingering the cruel collar.

While waiting for their food to arrive, Tiffany suddenly sat up straight.

“What?” Cumhole asked.

“Maybe you’re thinking about this all wrong.” she said.

“What?”

“Kayla, they aren’t the ones in control. You are!” Tiffany said excitedly.

Cumhole touched the collar around her neck and said, “This seems to indicate otherwise.”

“No, no. Think about it. They want you. You have what they desire. They’re the slaves here. They’re slaves to their own desires! Not just you, specifically, but all of us. They’re so ruled by their need for us that they’re funneling shitloads of money and resources into making us into sexy, compliant little sluts for their pleasure.” Tiffany explained in a rush, her thought train charging ahead full steam.

“And this gives me power, how?” Cumhole asked.

“You’re so focused on just reacting to what’s been happening, thinking only about what they’re doing to you. You need to start thinking about what you can do! Instead of fighting the fact that they’re turning you into a brainwashed sex toy, maybe you should be proactive in becoming the best sex toy you can be, and use that fact to get yourself into a real position of power. Think about Johnson’s assistant. Is she ever called out or punished? Do they go out of their way to abuse and humiliate her?”

Kayla thought about it. It was true. Suck Pet was a true company girl, and instead of suffering torment after torment, they gave her free reign to do as she pleased, even going so far as to punish the other girls and make them comply with the rules.

“They don’t,” Kayla agreed, “She can do anything she wants. She’s a true company girl.”

Tiffany nodded and went on, “And if you were a company girl, if you threw yourself into the role, they’d give you power.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Yeah! From now on, you’re Cumhole. Forget about Kayla. What did Kayla ever do for you anyway? Kayla didn’t have the chance to move up the ranks of one of the most dominant entities on the planet. She didn’t get to live a life of pleasure and power. Cumhole does. You’re company property, now. What do you think the company is going to do to protect its property, its asset that it’s spent all this time and energy to train? They need you to help them take over the world. Are you going to dominate, or be dominated?”

Cumhole thought about the heavy proposition. The company had her, literally, collared and under their control. There was no one to turn to. No one could help. They controlled judges, lawyers, politicians, medicine, schools. Nearly every part of society, they had some evil hand in, turning people toward their cause with the two greatest rewards: sex and money. She could keep fighting them, and they’d continued to make her life hell. She’d spend every day being humiliated and degraded, punished, until they’d broken her. Or she could tow the line. If she actually became a company girl, they’d treat her like Suck Pet. She’d be rewarded.

Kayla’s phone pinged. She checked it, and found an email from the Media and Marketing department.

“Dear, Cumhole,” it read, “Welcome to Media and Marketing! We’re so excited to have you working with us during your Scout training. The goal of our department is pretty self-explanatory. We market the company’s services and products, and help to produce media in all forms. This includes written media, visual, audio, and even video and computer games. In preparation for your start on Monday, you will find attached an outline of your first assignment, in order to help you start brainstorming. Don’t worry. Your new Master will get you off to a great start, so try not to think too hard about it. We know it can be difficult. Please view the attachment and give it some thought over the weekend.”

Cumhole showed Tiffany the message.

“Wow!” Tiffany exclaimed, “What does the attachment say?”

Cumhole clicked the attached file, which contained an outline and instructions about her assignment.

“On the Uses for your Cumhole,” it read, “In this assignment, you will help to craft an educational pamphlet about the uses for a Cumhole. Please craft the pamphlet as follows… “

The instructions detailed the assignment:

1- A short paragraph describing a cumhole.

2- 4 bullet points detailing acceptable uses for the cumhole.

3- Appropriate actions to correct misbehavior of a reluctant cumhole.

4- At least one photographic example of a cumhole in use, for each bullet point, to illustrate the proper usage.

They read the instructions together.

“God!” Tiffany said, “That’s seriously fucked! It’s crazy hot, but, super fucked.”

Just when Cumhole thought that nothing else DomCo did to her could be surprising, something else was.

“You have to let me help!” Tiffany said.

“I can’t believe I’m going to do this.” Cumhole added, touching the collar.

“This is your opportunity to shine.” Tiffany said, “Give them exactly what they want.”

Tiffany retrieved her laptop from her desk and booted it up. A moment later, she had a word processor open.

“What is a cumhole?” Tiffany asked, giddy.

Cumhole sighed, closed her eyes, thought about the bombardment of utter depravity that she’d been subjected to for the last week, and paired it with the corporate propaganda she’d been fed by DomCo. Tiffany typed as she dictated.

“Your cumhole is a depository for your pleasurable ejaculations. It should be thought of as a favorite toy, or an instrument of pleasure for your sexual gratification. When not in use, your cumhole may serve other functions, but its primary use should always be for your pleasure. No matter your gender, your cumhole serves as a go-to relief aid, whose designated function is that of a receptacle for seminal or vaginal fluids.”

“Jesus,” Tiffany said, “And here I thought I was a pervert.”

Cumhole flushed as the collar filled her with pleasant feelings.

“Acceptable uses?” Tiffany said, and mused, “Well, there’s the obvious.”

“1- Your cumhole has multiple pleasure sheaths, each of which serves the same primary function, but which can provide you with relief in different ways. Your cumhole’s mouth, for example, can be used as a masturbation device. This can either be through your own action, or by setting the cumhole to “autopilot” in which it will complete its function, extracting its reward through its own efforts.” Tiffany wrote, and Cumhole felt herself growing wetter.

Cumhole added the second point, “2- It is perfectly acceptable, and even encouraged, to offer your cumhole to friends, relatives, or acquaintances for their own use. The cumhole derives its purpose through frequent and thorough use of its abilities.”

“3- Your cumhole,” Cumhole added the next point, “can serve as more than just a depository, should you need other forms of relief. In the event of pent-up emotion, it is perfectly acceptable to release tension on your cumhole’s naked bottom or slutty twat. Causing permanent damage to your cumhole is discouraged, but the cumhole is your property and should be treated as such.”

“4- Your cumhole can be used as a means of passive income. By creating educational or entertaining content, such as photos or videos, of your cumhole in use, you can profit through the sale of this content to those that may not be as fortunate in their availability of readily usable cumholes.”

“God, this is so fucking kinky.” Tiffany said, stroking herself.

Cumhole had to agree. The fact that she was creating an educational document about how to properly degrade and sexualize girls just like her (and herself, in particular, given the pamphlet title) was simultaneously disgusting and empowering. She imagined the Media and Marketing department printing up millions of copies of the pamphlet, distributing them throughout the company, online, and in print.

Perverts across the world were going to be reading what she’d written, and as a result she was furthering the company’s goals of turning other girls into reluctant cumholes, just like her. It might even happen to Tiffany. She looked at her friend’s excited, grinning face, and imagined her with a black collar that read, “Tongue Candy,” pumping aphrodisiacs into her brainstem, leaving her pussy a constantly soaking and excited mess.

Cumhole frigged her twat as she watched Tiffany’s face change from kinky excitement to curiosity, and then to concern. Fuck! She couldn’t help herself. Tiffany didn’t have big tits like her, or the other girls. The company would probably force her to get implants, increasing her bust size to something more appropriate for a hard dick to slide between. Her sexy blonde friend would become a toy for pleasure, getting her new fake tits splattered with the jizz of strangers while Cumhole watched, wearing a pair of vibrating panties as Suck Pet called her a slut.

Cumhole gasped, rubbing her clit vigorously as Tiffany stared at her, mouth open in shock. Cumhole came, thinking of Master Johnson pushing his cock into that open mouth until he ejaculated into Tiffany like a cumhole.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck!” Cumhole gasped and came on her hand, her pussy soaking Tiffany’s sheets.

“What the fuck?” Tiffany said, “What was that?”

Cumhole smeared her own juices on her fingers and sucked them off with her mouth, her warm and happy cunt sated for the moment. The dirty image slipped away, and clarity began to return.

“I… I just had to… to cum…” Cumhole answered, “I think it’s the collar. Since I left the office, it’s like the effect has gotten stronger.”

“A week ago, you wouldn’t even get naked in front of me!” Tiffany said, “Now look at you, Cumhole.”

Cumhole felt a shiver of perverted excitement as her friend called her Cumhole, “You just played with your naked pussy in front of me. That was super hot!”

“Tiffany,” she said, coming to her senses, “They’re going to do it to you, too. They’re going to do it to all of us.”

“If that’s the case, then we need to make sure you’re a vital part in it. Let’s keep going. Are you ok?”

Cumhole nodded, idly stroking her slippery slit. She felt like she could lay here and play with her wet pussy all night, as the concentrated Obsequium flowed into her brain.

“Appropriate actions for correcting a reluctant cumhole?” Tiffany asked.

Cumhole thought back to the training video, and her own disciplinary actions. How many bullet points did she need? The instructions didn’t specify. Four bullet points seemed sufficient. Though thinking was difficult, she tried to imagine the way Master Johnson talked during today’s meeting. DomCo would want this to sound as though subjecting women to this sort of treatment was the most normal thing anyone could do. She felt that they’d, likewise, wish the readers of this horror she was crafting to make use of DomCo’s other products and services. She dictated as Tiffany typed.

"Your cumhole might get silly ideas into its stupid head, once in a while, and be reluctant to serve its purpose. In the event your cumhole is unwilling to comply, corrective measures may be necessary. Not all cumholes receive proper, lifelong training to reinforce desired behaviors, after all. How you choose to deal with a reluctant cumhole is, ultimately, your choice. Listed below, you will find some suggestions on how to correct unwanted behaviors."

"1- Forced chastity is an acceptable and encouraged solution in correcting bad behaviors. The DomCo subsidiary, Jiggly’s, offers a wide assortment of devices for your use in this case. Chastity belts, combined with insertion of vibrating or shocking toys can instill a sense of obedience in your cumhole."

"2- Restraint, while not a preferred solution when it is forced on the cumhole, can still aid in achieving the desired outcome. Some suggested tools for this use include spreader bars, manacles, ropes, chains, handcuffs, or even household objects in a pinch. While DomCo does not condone violence, it may be necessary to have one or more friends, relatives, or colleagues assist in restraining the cumhole so that you can make use of it."

"3- Coercion is encouraged. Not all cumholes, at present, are comfortable with the general public or close acquaintances knowing that they are a cumhole. Rest assured, management is working on a solution to this problem. In the meantime, a simple threat of exposing your cumhole’s purpose to others is usually enough to make your cumhole comply."

"4- Psychological condition, while not a short-term solution, is an excellent means of reinforcing the cumhole’s purpose. DomCo provides extensive aids to help you condition your cumhole, and make it the best it can be. This technique, when combined with others, such as restraint and forced chastity, are compelling methods for the long-term training of a useful cumhole."

Tiffany’s hands shook as she typed the utterly deranged words spilling from her friend’s once shy and reserved mouth. The nervous girl, once scared of her own body, was now spewing some of the most misogynistic and demeaning filth that Tiffany could imagine. She looked over the collared slut that had once been Kayla, now spread-legged and stroking her naked twat, her skin flushed with constant arousal, and she felt overwhelmed by guilt. It was her fault, she thought. She’d been completely blind to what the company was, in reality. It all seemed like just a quirky little place with an odd, sexually open culture. She’d ignored the signs, because the money was good, the work was fun, and she hardly ever had to go to the office.

After only a week, though, there was barely any trace of the shy, silly girl left. While it was kinky, and it was kind of sexy, it was also horrible. And she was powerless to do anything about it, now. What could she do? She was nobody.

“I need photos for the bullet points.” Cumhole said.

“Kayla…”

The mention of her name made Cumhole tense, her body bracing for a painful shock. It didn’t come.

“Cumhole,” she said, “My name is Cumhole.”

Tiffany sighed and gave in, “Okay. Photos.”

Tiffany read over the bullet points of the cumhole in use. Cumhole providing sexual relief. Cumhole being shared with friends or relatives. Cumhole providing relief for pent-up anger. Cumhole as a means for generating passive income.

“At least three of these,” Tiffany said, “we can do, right now.”

Cumhole gushed fuck honey on her fingers again, and mewled in orgasm. Tiffany’s own pussy responded happily to the sight.

“Get between my legs, Cumhole. Lick my twat, so I can take a photo of a cumhole in use.”

Cumhole pulled her sticky fingers from her cunt, and crawled between Tiffany’s legs. Tiffany took up her phone, and snapped a picture of Cumhole’s squirming tongue sliding along her excited slit. Her friend’s hot tongue stroked up and down between her lips, gathering up her girl cream, as her hands slid up Tiffany’s legs and onto her belly.

“That’s so good,” Tiffany cooed, spreading her legs further and stroking the dark curls of Cumhole’s hair as she licked and sucked at her clit like she’d been born for it.


 

Enjoying this preview? There's a lot of work to be done and so much more coming. Get ready to follow Kayla's descent into slutdom at the hands of DomCo, by catching up with the first book.



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