Korrupting Kayla, Part Fifteen

Chapter Thirteen: I'm Not a Lesbian

Walking with Suck Pet to the company shuttle, Carly tugged again at the new collar around her neck. The silver letters displayed the name the company had given her. Cuntly. A half-full bottle of the awful red drink, she held in her other hand, while the collar pumped more of the stuff into her head.

Her head felt even more scrambled due to the last few hours spent in the training room. Today’s training had been centered around improving relations with her coworkers. The training videos had included a great deal of, what Carly considered to be, nothing more than lesbian porn. It had been presented with the usual veneer of corporate propaganda that she’d come to know from the last few training videos. That still didn’t quite hide the fact that it was lesbian porn.

The further fact that she’d been forced to masturbate to it, or receive painful shocks from the collar, had her already confused mind even more muddled. Carly still didn’t feel that she was into girls, but after the videos, the flashing lights, the weird noises, and the many orgasms she’d forced out of her cunt, nothing felt quite right. In her purse, she now carried her latest bit of corporate brainwashing, and she knew that was exactly what it was.

They were going to “fix” her, just like Cum Puppy said. Though Carly didn’t feel that she needed to be fixed, she didn’t have any good options. This whole place was so weird and scary.

After receiving her collar from Master Johnson, she cried again in the bathroom as she attempted to pull it off. That was when Suck Pet found her and comforted her by molesting Carly’s twat and kissing her in the bathroom. That had been disturbing, because she didn’t want to be molested by her psychotic coworker again, especially after being drugged and molested by her roommate the night before. But Suck Pet’s fingers in her aroused cunt had felt good, and her sensual, loving tongue kisses made Carly feel like she wasn’t so weird for liking it. Then, Suck Pet had whispered in her ear, and the words she said made Carly even more afraid.

“You can’t fight it, Cuntly. You need to be good. They own everything. They own you. Just let it feel good and everything will be okay.”

Carly hadn’t wanted it to feel good, but it had, and she’d continued letting Suck Pet play with her cunt until she orgasmed. Now, the two of them parted ways at the shuttle. The evil blonde gave her another kiss, which Carly tried to pull away from, but Suck Pet gripped the back of her head and forced her lips on Carly’s, in full view of the other employees boarding the shuttle. Rather than make a scene, Carly gave in and let Suck Pet’s tongue into her mouth.

“Don’t forget to listen to your program,” Suck Pet reminded her when she pulled away. “It’ll fix you. Night, night, Cuntly.”

Carly rode back to the dorm, feeling miserable. She knew that listening to the recordings in the earbuds they’d given her wasn’t a good idea. If she listened to those, there would be more weird noises and more confusion. They would make her start to like the things that she didn’t like, just like she already was. They’d make her want to kiss girls and they’d make her want to act like a slut. She saw it in the other girls, even the ones that started with her on Monday.

The ones that cried a lot, like her, cried less, also like her. They were docile and compliant, like the new posters in the lobby suggested. The words on the posters rang in her head whenever she thought about the company. Subservience. Compliance. Reward. Had that girl on the posters, the one she’d met at lunch, been like her? Had they changed her, too?

Being fixed was frightening, and her unease only intensified as the shuttle dropped her off at the dorm. She took the elevator up to her room, where another weirdo was probably waiting to molest her again. Suck Pet made it seem like being forced to cum by another girl’s tongue was some sort of badge of honor. Fuck, this place was so weird.

The dorm was quiet again when she entered. If the prior day was any indication, however, she didn’t have long before Cum Puppy arrived. She made a mad dash for the shower and got in before the water was even hot. Washing as quickly as she was able, she toweled off and tugged on a new top and skirt.

When she returned to the living room, the door opened and her disheveled, insane roommate walked in, looking as if she’d just been gang fucked. She probably had, Carly thought. The redhead had love bites on her tits and belly, which glistened with dry sweat and crusted cum. More cum flaked off her tits and someone had written, “woof,” on her cheek in the same red lipstick that was smeared around her mouth. Her red hair was a matted, frizzy mess.

At the sight of her, Carly ducked behind the counter of their shared kitchenette but it was too late. The whacko slut had seen her. She rounded the counter and stood, nude, looking curiously down at Carly.

“Whatcha up to, bunkie?” she asked. “You don’t need to do the floors. That’s what the little robo-monster is for.”

“Stay back!” Carly whimpered, and having nothing to fend Cum Puppy off with, she raised her fingers in the semblance of a cross, as though the girl were a demon to be warded off.

Cum Puppy shrugged and walked away, muttering something that sounded like, “…they say I’m weird…”

Carly heard the shower start. She poked her head over the countertop and waited a moment until she could hear Cum Puppy get into the shower. She crept out and started to relax. Maybe whatever had happened to Cum Puppy had slaked her thirst for molestation.

She settled onto the couch and picked up the remote. Between being molested, girl raped, having her brain scrambled, and being subjected to repeated humiliation, Carly hadn’t been given a moment to relax. When she turned on the TV, however, and flipped through the guide, she soon realized what she should have already known. There were no normal shows. It was all porno.

“Goddamn lunatics,” she grumbled.

She left the channel on the default, which was DomCo Dissemblance: The only news you need to know. She lay her head back against the couch cushion and tried to collect her thoughts as the voice on the TV droned. The voice was attractive and deep, comforting in a weird sort of way. It was kind of like the voice on the training videos.

“…provided during your stay,” said the voice. “This completely voluntary training workshop not only gives you time away to quiet all that head noise. It’s an opportunity to learn valuable new skills that will make you a model employee. Registration opens tomorrow for all Scout employees with less than one month of service. This amazing retreat has limited spots available, so sign up quickly to reserve your spot.”

Carly observed the company announcement through half-lidded eyes. On the screen, two bubbly, half-dressed sluts were holding hands, while their others rested on the shoulders of a man wearing a dark suit. Their hands were clasped together over his crotch and they stared up at him adoringly. The man had a hand on each of their bottoms. The words, “The Rightness Retreat,” flowed across the screen in DomCo blue, and a harmonious music track played in the background.

The commercial faded out and a new screen flashed in, showing a crying brunette’s face.

“Are those silly thoughts in your head frightening?” the voice asked. “Do you find yourself confused and crying?”

The crying girl nodded her head.

“All those thoughts can make life hard,” said the voice. “but it doesn’t have to be hard. Coming soon to a DomCo dispensary near you, the only once-daily female supplement you’ll ever need: Aphroditzy.”

The crying brunette swallowed a little white pill and within seconds her tears dried up and her frown curled up into a smile.

“Through consultations with hundreds of girls, we’ve learned that the most common ailments associated with fear and sadness have a simple solution. That solution is Aphroditzy! This proprietary blend of medicinal herbs has just what you need to make all those confusing thoughts go away. Live the life you were born for.”

The brunette’s expression was now one of vacant bliss as she stared into the camera dreamily. Her mouth opened in an O of orgasmic joy.

“Just one a day makes all the thoughts go away,” said the voice.

Carly sighed and reached for the remote to turn off the awful propaganda, but Cum Puppy’s grinning face suddenly appeared over her. Before Carly could move, the redhead leaned over, gripped Carly’s tits, and kissed her. Carly made a squeal of protest and flailed her arms, trying to sink downward and escape, but Cum Puppy had a painful grip on her melons and wasn’t letting go.

She continued making muffled cries of displeasure as Cum Puppy attempted to get her tongue into Carly’s mouth, but she kept her lips tightly sealed against the forcible entry. Undeterred, Cum Puppy tugged roughly on one of Carly’s nipples and she opened her mouth to cry out in pain. Cum Puppy’s tongue went into her mouth. Carly slapped at the redhead, who finally pulled away and then vaulted the back of the couch. The disturbed slut put her head in Carly’s lap and grinned up at her playfully.

“Whatcha watching, bunkie?” she asked as if she hadn’t just molested her.

Carly fumbled herself off of the couch and ran into the kitchenette.

“You hungry?” Cum Puppy asked, leaning over the couch and resting her naked tits atop the back.

“Just… just leave me alone!” Carly cried.

“Fine,” Cum Puppy said, shrugging. “You hungry?”

“No!” Carly stated, even though she was.

Cum Puppy rounded the couch and entered the kitchenette. Carly backed away into the corner, where her back came up against the stove. Her insane roommate opened the refrigerator and took out more soup and a tray of fruits. She set them on the counter.

“Sure you don’t want some?” she asked.

“You drugged me!” Carly snapped.

“Had to settle you down somehow. You were being a difficult bitch about letting me taste your twat.”

She dipped an apple slice into the cold soup and popped it into her mouth. She offered one to Carly, who shook her head. Next, it was a strawberry. Carly’s stomach growled.

“Better get something in your tummy,” Cum Puppy said. “Otherwise, you won’t have any energy left to struggle when I fuck you again later.”

“I’m not a lesbian!” Carly protested.

“Neither am I.”

“I’m not into girls, like, at all!”

Cum Puppy smirked and said, “I dunno. You came pretty good for me last night.”

“I didn’t want to do that!”

“Well, you probably won’t wanna do it again, either. But you will.”

She held out another apple slice for Carly. Carly didn’t take it. Cum Puppy ate it instead. Then, she took the soup and dumped it into a pan. Carly quickly moved away from the stove. She stood by, watching warily as Cum Puppy heated the soup. She was hungry. Maybe she’d eat the soup, but she wanted to watch the weird redhead to make sure she wasn’t putting anything in it.

Cum Puppy let the soup heat and went back to the fruit tray. She offered Carly some grapes. Carly took them and looked at them mistrustfully, but then Cum Puppy plucked one of those and ate it, too.

“See? It’s fine,” she said. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Why are you doing this?” Carly asked.

“I’m hungry.”

“Not the food! Why are you doing things to me?”

“Oh! You’re pretty and I like that you don’t like it. It will probably be less fun once you do like it.”

“I’m not going to like it!” Carly argued. “Just quit it, alright?”

She ate one of the grapes. Cum Puppy tested the soup with a finger, nodded, and picked up the pan. She poured it into two bowls, splashing some of it onto her tits, and handed one to Carly. Carly didn’t take it.

Cum Puppy rolled her eyes and brought her bowl to her mouth, tilted it, and drank straight from the bowl. She licked her lips and raised an eyebrow toward her roommate. Carly took the second bowl.

Cradling it, watching Cum Puppy suspiciously, she returned to the couch and ate the soup. The bowl was emptied quickly. She set it aside and continued watching the redhead as she finished hers.

The TV continued to drone but the sound of it felt dull and muffled. Carly’s vision swam. She put her hand to her head and then looked at Cum Puppy in horror. She was smiling.

“The fuck… did you do?” Carly mumbled.

“It’s okay, bunkie,” Cum Puppy said and crossed the room. She put her arm around Carly and helped her to her feet. “That stuff doesn’t work on me anymore. Still works on you, though. Let’s get you to bed, huh?”

“No,” Carly protested weakly but her body felt like lead.

“Don’tcha worry. I’m gonna take care of that wet little cunt for you, baby.”

She deposited Carly on the bed and she immediately tried to crawl off of it. Cum Puppy retrieved Carly’s purse, found the earbuds inside, and easily hauled her roommate back onto the bed. She put the earbuds into Carly’s ears and pushed her onto her back.

“Just relax, bunkie. Let them keep fixing you,” she said soothingly.

“No…” Carly mumbled but the whining in her ears was making it hard to do even that.

She could feel the sounds pulling her down, making her sleepy, but not quite sleepy. Cum Puppy licked her cunt and it felt so good. The redhead hummed happily into her pussy, sucking and licking, as the sounds made all the worry go away.

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Chapter Fourteen: BIGFINCOC

Kayla stood in front of the old man’s desk as he took his chair. He fixed her with his dark eyes, but his eyes were on her still-exposed tits.

“You have your graduation ceremony coming up next week,” he said.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. I’ll have a gown made for you.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“The ceremony might not be wh—“

He stopped suddenly, staring past her, and sat up straight. Kayla took a step back in confusion. The old man bolted to his feet so suddenly that Kayla gasped.

“Yes!” he whispered, so quietly that Kayla could barely hear.

He raised his hand to his mouth and his grin spread across his face.

“Yes!” he declared again, his tone rising in exultation. “Signed! The goddamn clown signed the fucking bill!”

Kayla had no idea what he was on about as he paced back and forth, his hand on his chin thoughtfully. He rounded the desk and Kayla turned to watch him. He muttered to himself, closed the distance between them, and bent her over the edge of his desk. With no warning, his hand came down hard on her ass, and she shrieked in surprise.

The old man chuckled and declared, once more, “Yes!”

“What?” Kayla asked from her prone position.

The old man, rather than answering, unzipped his pants and jammed the full length of his cock into her cunt. Kayla was more astonished by this than by anything that had happened to her thus far. She gave a gasp of equal surprise and pleasure.

There was a dick in her. Days and days being surrounded by depravity, sluts, and horny men, yet somehow she’d managed to remain a virgin. That state had just ended in one flash of a second that she hadn’t seen coming. There was a dick in her cunt. Her own father’s dick, if she believed him. And she did.

Her brain refused to process it, rebelled against it, and denied that it was real. Only, it was real. The old man had his cock lodged to the balls in her cunt and it… it felt good! He tugged her hair back in his fist and began to hammer Kayla’s cunt with hard, short strokes.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasped.

The old man laughed. Vicky made a noise of disappointment and groaned. The old man rutted into her cunt like she was nothing more than a hole to satisfy his need. To him, she supposed, as her mind reeled, she wasn’t. Daughter or not, she had tits, and that made her fair game to slake his sudden bout of lust.

The old man clung to her hip with one gnarled hand and her hair with his other, battering her fuckhole roughly and making her squeal. Kayla wasn’t sure what she’d expected sex to be like, but it hadn’t been like this. It was like having one of the toys in her pussy, but altogether different. A real cock, the old man’s cock, squirmed and twitched in her tight sheath.

His aggressive thrusts, hard against her ass, belied his age. Kayla thought that she should feel revolted. The old man was her father, but also five times her age. Only, she wasn’t revolted. Her cunt seemed very happy about what was happening to it. It hadn’t been pleasured since last night and it needed the attention. Kayla made little, pleasurable squeaks as he fucked his full length into her again and again. His fist in her hair made her feel weak, and his tight grip on her hip gave her a confusing sense of belonging.

He released her hair and pushed her head down against his desk, holding it there as he fucked her until her knees began to shake and buckle. She was going to cum! She was going to cum for the old man! Then, she did. She came like some sort of needy animal, the sex-hungry, perverted slut that they’d been turning her into. The old man gave a harsh grunt as her pussy squeezed his cock, and then hot jets of cum filled her. She could feel their intensity, hard at first, and then weak in the follow-up blasts.

She didn’t want it to feel good, but it did. It felt so good! Her cunt muscles milked him as she quivered and huffed against the desk.

“There’s daddy’s cumhole,” the old man said.

His cock slid out of her with a wet sound and, as Kayla turned her head to watch, he strode to Vicky and pushed it into her mouth. It was, she thought, filthier than any of the porno she’d been forced to watch. It was weirder and more perverted than the gangbangs, and even more depraved than watching her brother stuff his cock into their mother. The old man had fucked one daughter and then fed his mingled cum and her cunt to another daughter. Vicky seemed so pleased about this. She practically glowed as she sucked hungrily at his cock, licking and slurping the cummy remains from it. Once the old man seemed satisfied, he pulled his cock from her mouth and tucked it away.

“Good little cow,” he said and patted her head.

“Thank you, daddy,” Vicky whispered.

“Why don’t you go clean up your sister?” he suggested and unclipped Vicky’s collar from the frame.

He removed the painful milking cups from her tits and undid the straps on her limbs. Vicky crawled limply from the frame and then wiggled her way across the floor. Cumhole watched her approach with an odd sense of fright. Vicky, stiff and tired from her long stint in the milking frame, reminded Kayla of some kind of zombie clawing its shambling way across the floor toward its next victim. The damaged blonde managed to get to her knees in front of Kayla and nuzzled at her cunt, where the old man’s semen leaked from it. Her newfound sister pushed her tongue against Kayla’s box and began to lick at it, humming happily to herself as the old man took his seat once more.

He seemed intent on doing something in his Haloes now, his momentary burst of lust satisfied. The look of excitement on his face, however, did not go away. Vicky finished licking Kayla’s cunt and crawled around the desk to sit on her knees next to the old man’s chair. He ruffled her hair like a dog.

“Is it your bill, daddy?” Vicky asked. “The one that sounds like cock?”

“It is, little cow. It’s just been signed into law. There will be a challenge, but the court is ours already. It’s a big step.”

“Bill?” Kayla asked, curious.

“BIGFINCOC,” the old man said, chuckling. “A bit of legislation we’ve been wrangling with for months. It was just signed by our President.”

He tapped at something and flicked it toward Kayla. A news broadcast appeared in her Haloes, wherein a reporter that sounded far too happy about this bit of news spoke to the nation.

“…tremendous step toward real equality,” the newscaster said. “While there’s so much more in this bill than we can cover in this short broadcast, here are the highlights. Make sure to tune in later, when our experts break down the entirety of this groundbreaking legislation.”

He went on to lay out some of the highlights of the Biological Imperative Grant for Instinctively Necessary Copulation or Coitus.

• Polygamist marriage and same-sex marriage have been legalized on the Federal Level.

• All course offerings in feminism must share equal time with the study of patriarchal theory.

• High school seniors and incoming Freshmen will be required to take a course in patriarchal theory.

• Adult films must be given equal access to all cinemas.

• Prostitution has been legalized at the Federal level and will be treated no differently from other forms of sex work.

• Tax incentives and training programs will be given to those currently participating in prostitution, who want to make their business legitimate.

• Payment processing companies can no longer discriminate against sex workers or adult content creators.

• Employers may no longer discriminate against women who choose to dress in ways that enhance or flaunt their femininity.

• Employers who incentivize women to enhance or flaunt their femininity will receive tax subsidies and preferential treatment when considered for government contracts.

• Due to the substantial number of falsified rape claims, victims claiming such occurrences must prove that they were not aroused at the time of the incident, and in no way provoked their assailant.

• Accusers of such occurrences will have their names published, alongside the accused, in the interest of equal rights.

• If such accusations are proven false, those bringing the false charge will be required to pay restitution to the accused.

Kayla worked through the implications of the measures, which were only the “highlights,” of the new law. If those were the highlights, what else was in it? It wasn’t just a big step. It was unreal. With only this single act, DomCo had all but abolished rape as a crime, paved the way for schools to reinstate teachings of male superiority, and set themselves up as the gold standard for workplace culture. In addition, they’d given prostitution and porn mainstream outlets and set the stage for their eventual acceptance.

She envisioned job fairs in which women received training on how to start their own porn or prostitution business. They’d do it with government-approved assistance, which DomCo would likely provide. She could see it already, women entering the industry, submitting to classes held in DomCo training rooms, while they drank Obsequium. The company would ply their bodies with the drink, making them horny and stupid, while they filled their susceptible minds with the training programs.

Within the next few decades, there would be thousands, maybe even millions of them. Entire generations would grow up with mothers who were prostitutes and porn stars, constantly objectified and degraded. The young men would go to schools that taught them that they were superior to the brainwashed and horny sluts. In their heads would be Haloes, feeding them only what the company wanted them to think, to know, and to feel. They’d watch new shows, ones like that which Kayla herself had helped with, wherein women betrayed one another for entertainment.

She put her hand between her legs and felt just how wet her cunt was at the idea of it. Instead of revulsion, she was imagining living in that world, a world in which the things she was doing were normal. It was a world where kissing women at work, or sucking the cocks of strangers was just another day. Girls would no longer be named Kayla or Tiffany. They’d be called Fuck Handles, Cock Wagon, or Clit Sucker. She withdrew her fingers from her cunt and shuddered in her confusion.

“Cumhole?” the old man barked and Kayla realized that he’d been talking.

“Huh?”

“It’s been a fine day. Not even noon,” he said, “and already I’ve brought another daughter home and things are moving in the right direction. This would be a good time for you to ask me for something. Avail yourself of my generosity, while I still have time.”

“Something?”

“Is there something you want?” he asked again.

Kayla thought about it. There were things she wanted. One of the most powerful people in the world had just given her the chance to ask for something, and for a moment she had no idea what it was. Then, she did. There were a number of things she wanted. If this was her place, and this was her role, then it was time to start taking advantage of it. She couldn’t change the course of her life. She was going to be whatever the old man wanted her to be. But she could help others, and herself, along the way.

“I’d… I think my mother needs a new job,” she said. “Something that’s more fitting for the kind of slut that rapes her daughter.”

The old man nodded and grinned approvingly.

“And, I don’t like Professor Miles. I’d like him to go away.”

“Define go away,” the old man said, leaning back in his chair.

“I don’t care how. I just don’t want to see him again.”

The old man nodded again and said, “That’s my girl.”

“I have a friend, too,” she continued. “She just came on full-time. They sent her away for indoctrination. If I’m going to do… whatever it is that you want me to do, I’d like her to help.”

“Anything else?”

“Suck Pet,” she said. “She works in Social Media Research, but she wants to move to a different department. Only, Master Johnson won’t let her go. She’s too useful. I think she’d be of more use to the company as a Poster Girl, too. She’s the most dedicated slut I’ve met here.”

“You can give her the news yourself. I’ll okay any transfer she wants to make.”

“And,” Kayla added, wondering if her final request would be going too far, but she had to ask, “Could I, please, maybe, not have to wear this?”

She tugged at the collar and added, “Vicky doesn’t have to wear one. I don’t need the training. I’ll be good.”

The old man steepled his fingers and looked her over. He stared pointedly at her tits, which she still hadn’t covered.

“Tell me your name,” he said.

“Cumhole.”

“Tell me who you used to be.”

Kayla took a breath, knowing what he wanted. He wanted to see her hurt.

“Kayla St—“

She screeched and fell on her knees in front of the desk, clawing at the collar. The old man chuckled.

“I didn’t catch that,” he said. “Could you please repeat it?”

“Kayla S—“

The collar shocked her again.

“Who is Kayla?” the old man asked as she clawed her way to her feet.

“Nobody,” Kayla said, wiping at her eyes.

He tapped at the air, scrolled with his finger, then tapped. The collar clicked. Kayla pulled it off with a shaky hand.

“What’s your name, slut?” he asked again.

“Cumhole.”

“You’re mine,” he said. “From now on, you’re not like the others. You’re like Vicky,” he stroked the blonde’s hair, “and you’re part of the Traitor’s Council. It’s small right now, but your other sisters will be joining in short order.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she said, looking at the collar.

“Sir?” he asked, grinning. “Is that any way for a dutiful daughter to speak to her sire?”

Kayla snapped her gaze up and stammered, “Thank you… daddy.”

“Good girl.”

“What do I do now? What do you want me to do?”

“I’m going to send out an announcement,” he said. “In the meantime, go down and find your Suck Pet. Reassign her to whatever department you think she’ll be most useful in. Then, find an appropriate position for your mother. I’ll have that hypno freak taken care of. I’ll summon you again soon.”

He took something from his desk and scribbled on it, then held it out for her. Kayla took it. It was a check. Her jaw dropped at the number.

“I... I don’t understand,” she said.

“Say the words.”

“Subservience. Compliance. Reward.”

“You’re going to be seen in public quite a bit. You’re going to need to be generous. A Poster Girl needs to show off her rewards. Get yourself nice things and look cute. Also, stop by the motor pool and find something you like. That piece of shit you drive isn’t fit for one of mine. Just ask the Haloes for directions.”

“Thank you, daddy,” she said again, and this time she meant it.

When a father one never knew they had hands them a check that makes them a millionaire, there is no other reply one can make, she figured.

“By the time you get out of the elevator, they’ll know who you are. Go forth, Cumhole, and betray.”

Kayla nodded, staring at the check.

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