Chapter Ten: Poster Girl
Kayla finally received a call from Tiffany not long after Professor Miles ejaculated in her mouth. She lay on her bed, listening to the sounds of the porno on the TV, but for the first time in a week, she didn’t feel aroused by it. The thump of the headboard in her mother’s room, just down the hall, through the open door, was enough distraction from her wet cunt. When the call came, she was grateful to have something else to think about.
“Hello?” Kayla answered.
“Hey,” came Tiffany’s voice, with none of its usual pep.
“You okay?”
“Are you busy?”
Kayla glanced toward the doorway, heard a passionate cry of orgasm from down the hall, and answered, “Not at all.”
“Do you want to come over for a little while? I know it’s late but… I want to talk. If that’s alright.”
“Sure. What’s wrong?” Kayla asked as it was clear that something was.
“Just come over and I’ll tell you.”
“I’m on my way.”
Kayla hurried down the stairs to her car, noting that the living room was empty. Miles must be in the bedroom, watching his handiwork. Twenty minutes later, Tiffany opened her door for her, looking sadder than Kayla had ever seen her.
She hugged her and Tiffany sniffled. It was only then that Kayla stepped back, her mind suddenly on high alert. Her eyes went to the collar on Tiffany’s neck. Tongue Candy.
“What did you do?” she almost shouted.
“You remember how you told me not to do anything stupid?”
Kayla felt faint.
“You didn’t!” she whispered, nearly hissing.
“Let’s go upstairs.”
Once Tiffany shut the door, she joined Kayla on her bed.
“So, I went to Big Dick today,” Tiffany said. “I told him I wanted to be full-time with the company.”
“Why?” Kayla blurted.
“I couldn’t let you do it alone. It… it’s my fault. I just thought, you know, solidarity? That I could do it with you so that you wouldn’t have to go through it alone. If it’s going to happen anyway, I might as well get started and, like, make the best of it.”
“That’s… You… It isn’t… What the fuck!” Kayla stammered.
“Anyway, it’s done. Only, they’re sending me away for a while. Indoctrination.”
“Away?” Kayla squealed, frightened.
“Tomorrow morning. I told my dad it was a work retreat, some sales seminar. Big chance to move up.”
“And he didn’t wonder about this?” Kayla asked, touching the collar.
Tiffany chuckled ruefully and said, “He just thinks I’m being kinky.”
Kayla muttered something unintelligible under her breath, which Tiffany ignored.
“When I come back,” she continued, “I get the impression that I’m going to be different. Sugar said I’ll get my brain scrambled and body modified. Whatever that means.”
“No!” Kayla cried and wrapped her in a hug so tight that she thought she might crush her.
Tiffany returned the embrace, stroking her curls, and for a minute they commiserated in silence.
“It’s happening,” Tiffany said at last, “and we’re both a part of it. Just, you know, if I come back like Suck Pet, I hope you’ll remember me. Like I’ll remember you when you were Kayla.”
“I won’t forget,” Kayla said, resolute.
“Do you want to stay tonight?” Tiffany asked.
Kayla kissed her on the mouth and said, “You’d have to drag me out kicking and screaming.”
***
The way Tiffany made love to her that night made it seem like she was going away forever. When they dressed in the morning and rode to work together, the sadness she felt was equaled only by the day her father left. The next time she saw her friend, she wouldn’t be the same Tiffany, just as she was no longer the same Kayla. Neither of them spoke about what sort of changes they’d make to her, and not guessing about it only made it seem more like it had already happened.
They held hands tightly as the two of them walked into the gleaming tower of their masters, and then took the elevator down. Cumhole left Tongue Candy at Sub-level seven, feeling ill-prepared to take on whatever new humiliation awaited her today.
On Sub-level nine, she swiped her card at the black door into Media and Marketing, where she was greeted once again by Kitty. Today, she wore a cat ear headband and someone had drawn thin whiskers on her face with black eyeliner. For all Kayla knew, she’d done it to herself.
“Morning, cunt,” Kitty said.
“Morning, slut,” Kayla replied and gave her a kiss across the desk.
“Don’t know what you did,” Kitty said as she stood and rounded the desk, “but the boss wants to see you, pronto.”
“I didn’t do anything,” Kayla said, suddenly afraid.
She started to tremble as she thought back across the hours since she’d left. Nothing came to mind. She hadn’t said or done anything that the company wouldn’t approve of, she didn’t think.
She’d let a man she hated empty his balls into her mouth. That seemed what a company girl should do. She’d spent the night having girl sex with another employee. Again, that seemed safe.
She had talked with Tiffany about the stupidity of joining the company, which, on reflection may have been a terrible idea. She’d been wearing the Haloes, just like she was now. Had someone been watching, and listening?
Her knees shook and her heart raced as she followed Kitty to Hardik’s door, where she let herself in. The Master did not seem displeased to see her.
“Cumhole, Kitty. Good morning.”
They made the appropriate greetings.
“Why so nervous, Cumhole?” Hardik asked.
“I… I don’t know. Did I do something wrong, Sir?” Kayla stammered.
Hardik shook his head and said, “No. You’ve been a very good girl. In fact, you’ve gotten some attention from the 69th floor.”
Again, the mention of the 69th floor. What was up there? Did she really want to know? Kitty made a little noise that was halfway between jealousy and awe.
“Kitty, take Cumhole over to the photo studio. They have a list of the shots they need. There will be more instructions later. After your shoot, I want you to pick out two pairs of girls from the dorms for casting. We’re starting preproduction on a new reality series. I’m Not a Lesbian. The premise is simple. We’ll follow the interactions of four sets of roommates from the dorms. Casting will have a list of the ones you can pick from. The candidates won’t know that they’re being filmed, of course. It wouldn’t be real enough if they did. Each of these pairings includes a girl that’s batshit and likely to be a rapist. The other one has been profiled to be straight as an arrow. There’s no actual prize involved since they don’t know they’re starring in the show. It’s purely for entertainment. The first two have already been cast, but we need two more. This exercise is to test if you’ve got the eye for picking out sluts that are fun for people to watch being raped by other girls.”
Kayla did her best not to show her horror. She hoped that whatever she felt, as Hardik examined her in his Haloes, she could pass off as her anxiety over being noticed by whoever was on the 69th floor.
“That’s… I… Thank you, Sir,” she said. “I’m sure it will be fun.”
“Now, I know that since you’re new, it might feel a little awkward to watch girls going at each other like cunt-hungry animals,” he opened a desk drawer and handed her a rotating rabbit, “so you can use this while you screen the footage we have so far.”
Kayla took the toy and, for good measure added, “Thank you. I really like this one.”
Hardik seemed pleased.
“I’m looking forward to seeing who you pick.”
Kayla followed Kitty from the office, carrying the sex toy in her hand.
“The 69th floor!” Kitty whispered, giddy, as they walked. “You lucky bitch!”
“What’s on the 69th floor?” Kayla had to ask.
“The board. And the boss. Like, the big boss,” Kitty whispered with reverence.
Kayla wondered at that. Of course, there had to be someone running this place. She’d been so overwhelmed by the lunacy that she’d never taken a minute to think about it. Whoever they were, she wasn’t sure that she liked the idea of their attention on her. Why her? She was a nobody. There were prettier girls who were sluttier and more dedicated to the company.
She let the thought sit and followed Kitty through one of the other doors, wondering how she kept them all straight. They all looked the same to her. This one took them to a photo studio, where an array of sets with bright lights were already set up. Waiting for her was the girl from the previous day, Cinnamon Kisses. Along with her was a photographer.
“Morning, fuck doll,” Kisses welcomed her and kissed her lips.
“Um, hi, cunt,” Kayla said back and the girl actually blushed.
“So, I need to make you up a bit for these photos. You wanna come with me?”
“I’ll find you after,” Kitty said and left her with Kisses.
Before she began on Kayla’s makeup, Kisses pulled a dress from her rack. It was the least slutty thing Kayla had worn in over a week. The dress was red, with a ruffled neckline and bare shoulders. It fit snugly, molding to her like it had been tailored. It fell to mid-thigh and was sexy, but perfectly acceptable for something like a nice party.
Kitty covered the dress with a cloth and spent the next several minutes making her up and doing her hair. It was so strange, almost like she was some kind of model or movie star. But then, she had been an extra for a dirty music video only yesterday. How soon would it be, she wondered, before there would be a trashy pop song all over the internet, in which she was clearly visible tonguing semen from Bratty Britt’s anus? The Obsequium lust and her own had her pussy sticking to her panties at the thought. Why didn’t it seem so bad?
Kitty carried two more garments in bags over her arm as they returned to the studio, where the photographer’s assistant put her into a well-lit set with a plain white background. There, he took photo after photo of her posing as the assistant aided her. She stood in profile, then with her back against the wall. She put her hands behind her head, lifting her breasts above the neckline of the sexy dress. With her hands on her knees, she bent and thrust her ass out. She made kisses at the camera, or cocked her hip and rested her hand on it. She took off her sodden panties and twirled them on her finger as she smiled at the camera.
She changed into another dress, this one a black mini, and they took photos of her changing, and then repeated the same poses. Finally, she donned a tank top and tennis skirt, pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and took even more photos. When this final set was complete, the assistant put her on her knees and had her suck his cock, while even more photos were snapped. Her cheeks burned with the humiliation of being photographed like a porn star, and then the assistant ejaculated on her face. She was instructed to continue looking happy, which she wasn’t, as Kisses gave her cummy kisses for the camera. The final photos were of Kisses licking the remaining semen from her face.
Then, the photographer took his turn, plunging his stiff prick into her cumhole. He took two more pictures. One of her cock-stuffed mouth as he looked down on her. The second, when he plastered her closed eyes with ropes of cum. Kisses wiped the globs of spunk from her eyes and fed them to her until she was able to open them again. When the embarrassing ordeal was over, Kisses handed her back her purse and badge but did not offer to clean her face further. Instead, she sent her back to Kitty with the remains of the photographer’s ejaculate on her face and the rotating rabbit in her hand.
Kayla felt so despondent when she and Kitty went up to the cafeteria for lunch, that she didn’t bother with trying to clean the leftover cum from her face. What was the point? By the end of the day, someone else would probably congratulate her by adding another load or three to it. Wearing a semen mask to lunch seemed like something that a good DomCo drone would do, too.
At lunch, she sat with Kitty, Suck Pet, and the new girl under Suck Pet’s care. Her name was Carly. Suck Pet swiped away a leftover streak of cum from Kayla’s face with one of her apple slices and popped it into her mouth.
“So, um, Carly,” Kayla said, unphased by Suck Pet’s weirdness, “How are you liking Social Media?”
Carly, who did not seem like she was enjoying it at all shrugged and said, “It’s great.”
“She loves it,” Suck Pet said, and put her arm around the girl, giving one of her tits a squeeze and her tongue in the girl’s ear.
Carly blushed deeply but didn’t complain.
“I love it,” she said dryly.
“Carly got her first raping last night,” Suck Pet said.
Carly put her head in her hands and began to sob.
“Really?” Kitty asked. “Man or slut?”
“Slut,” Suck Pet answered for her. “Some redhead bimbo from the Relief department.”
“Relief department?” Kayla asked, unable to let it go.
“Lazy cunts,” Kitty grumbled.
“They just get to lay around all day, fuck and suck,” Suck Pet said. “Anyway, Johnson let me lick her cunt while we watched it in his office this morning.”
Carly sobbed harder.
“There was something magical,” Suck Pet mused, “about making a girl cum to the sight of her first rape.”
Kayla tried to ignore the dreamy look on the crazed blonde’s face and reached out her hand to Carly.
“Hey,” she said. “You get used to it after a while.”
This did not seem to console Carly. Suck Pet reached between her legs and extracted another apple slice from her cunt. She offered it to Carly, who, through her teary eyes, looked at it in puzzlement and wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“Eat your veggies,” Suck Pet commanded.
“Apples are a fruit,” Carly blurted.
Suck Pet gave her a glare. Carly shuddered as she accepted the apple slice, and Kayla thought she might vomit as she put it into her mouth. She seemed a little green as she chewed it and choked it down. Suck Pet patted her head, then there was the sound of a click from under the table, and Carly gripped the edge as her body vibrated. Suck Pet leaned over and whispered something into the girl’s ear, and she orgasmed in her chair with a fresh wave of tears streaming down her cheeks.
Kayla watched Suck Pet lead the sobbing girl away and, soon, she followed Kitty back to their department. At her workstation, Kitty supplied her with a rolling office chair, sans-dildo.
“So you can get a good cunt-stuffing in with the toy,” she explained. “The cam under the desk will get a great video for the promo vids.”
Kayla sat in the chair and laid the rotating rabbit on the desk. She groaned with the pain as she attached her nipple clamps. Bottle of Obsequium at the ready, she opened the folder on her desktop marked, “Casting,” and began to watch.
The first “audition” was Carly’s. There were notes with the video, which detailed the two girls in the recording. Carly’s roommate, the redheaded bimbo from Relief, was named Cum Puppy. Who thought of these fucking names? Was there a department for that? Probably.
Kayla took the rabbit and turned it on, then pushed it into her wet fuckhole and started the video. It wasn’t an easy thing to watch the redhead tackle Carly to the ground and bind her arms, but the video was similar to many staged scenes she’d seen in movies like CNC Cocksluts or Rapebait Roommates. Of course, the difference here was that Carly was not a lesbian, and Carly did not want the sexy redhead to tongue her twat.
The magic sex toy pleasuring her cunt made Kayla orgasm at nearly the same time as Carly. She orgasmed again when the redhead snuggled her bound roommate and groped her. In fact, she was so engrossed in the video that she only noticed the strange man masturbating by her head when he ejaculated into her hair and walked away. Kayla went about watching the next audition as though this were a normal occurrence. Because it was.
There were other workstations nearby, some of them manned by nude or half-dressed women, none of whom she’d made any attempt to get to know. Others were men’s stations, but the men seemed to take frequent breaks to give the girls a good grope, make use of their suckholes, or to take photos or videos of them as they worked. The girls carried on with their work as though nothing were out of place. Because it wasn’t.
Kayla put a cunt-wet hand on her mouse and started her second audition. In this one, a Girl named Penelope shared a room with a black-haired girl, whose name was Hump Honey. When the video began, Kayla guessed that this must have been the roommate’s first meeting. Penelope seemed as distraught about being a DomCo employee as did Carly.
The cameras in the dorm captured Hump Honey opening the door to greet her obviously distressed new bunkmate. Penelope tried to shake the half-dressed Hump Honey’s hand. Hump Honey took it and shook it quite civilly, welcoming her cohabiter in warmly. The two girls chatted while sitting across from one another on the couch. Kayla clicked ahead in the video, bypassing the banter until she arrived at some action.
When it was time for bed, Hump Honey suggested that her new roommate take the single bed. Penelope thanked her and remarked on how kind she was. Everyone here had been so weird and mean. It was so nice to meet someone normal. Hump Honey curled up on the couch with a blanket, while Penelope took the bed. Kayla forwarded some more. Now the camera was in night-vision mode.
Kayla watched Hump Honey throw back the blanket and click on a table lamp. She padded quietly to the bed, where she carefully extracted two velcro straps from beneath. She placed these around Penelope’s ankles. Lying on her back, Penelope didn’t so much as twitch. Hump Honey moved to the other end of the bed and repeated this with Penelope’s arms. She took the blanket covering the girl, and flipped the bottom of it up and over Penelope’s head, exposing her tiny skirt and spread legs.
Then, Hump Honey got between her roomie’s legs, pushed her panties aside, and began lapping at her cunt. It did not take long for the surprise Penelope to awaken and start struggling. Kayla clicked the rotation on the rabbit up a little higher and masturbated herself as Hump Honey pleasured her unwilling roommate’s pussy for her. Penelope thrashed and squealed into the blanket over her face, but after some skillful tongue work, she orgasmed.
Hump Honey did not relent. She worked on her restrained roommate’s slut hole for half the night, until Penelope had no energy left to struggle. Kayla had cum twice by that time and she didn’t know how many orgasms Penelope had. Hump Honey left the girl restrained, but joined her under the blanket and fell asleep kissing her neck and groping her tits.
The third candid audition was between a petite brunette named Lindsey and a caramel-skinned beauty named Whore Melons. At the start of the audition recording, Whore Melons already had a sobbing Lindsey stripped and bound. Lindsey’s hands were behind her back and Whore Melons cuddled her on their couch. Melons had her arms around her naked roommate as she kissed her neck and squeezed one of her tits. Between Lindsey’s legs, Melons had MacGyvered together a makeshift cunt pleaser using a Hitachi, some white rope, and duct tape. The contraption had the vibrating toy stuck against Lindsey’s cunt, so that Melons could use both hands to molest her roommate’s body as they watched porn.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you like that,” Melons urged her roommate, nodding to two sexy girls sucking slit on the TV.
“No!” Lindsey wailed, her face flushed and horny.
“Come on, you little dyke. Just tell me to suck your box and I’ll let you cum.”
To her credit, Lindsey held out for nearly an hour as Melons teased her tits and cunt. Finally, she started to cry and asked Melons to lick her cunt.
“I’m too tired,” Melons said, yawning. “Why don’t you ask me again tomorrow?”
Lindsey sobbed as Melons shut off the toy and left her tied on the couch. Melons got into bed and quickly fell asleep to the sound of her roommate’s tears. The recording was from the previous night, and it made Kayla wonder if, indeed, Lindsey would return to the dorm tonight and ask her roommate to make her cum.
For all she knew, though, Lindsey could still be tied up on the couch, her cunt wet and horny, desperate for an orgasm that she hadn’t gotten. Kayla orgasmed on her own toy as she thought about it. By then, she had to remove her nipple chains to relieve them. And then she cried from the release as she stuffed the rotating rabbit deeper into her cunt, depressed the shock button, and orgasmed again.
The final audition was that of Sarah, a chesty blonde, and Cock Saddle, another full-chested, honey-haired slut. True to her name, she sported a cowboy hat along with her collar, and a set of slutty, mock-western boots. She was, also, a dab hand with a lasso. Kayla learned this through observation. When Sarah met her disturbed roommate at the door, she quickly bolted back down the hallway. Cock Saddle, undeterred, wrangled her unwilling roommate in the hallway, and reeled her like a frightened calf back into the room.
“T’ain‘t no goddamn way’ta treat a hospitable neighbor!” she chastised the struggling, yelling Sarah.
“Let me go you fucking weirdo!” Sarah screamed.
Cock Saddle laughed loudly and said, “Jus’ like a wild pony. This’ll be good.”
She closed the door and dragged the wiggling Sarah toward the bed, where she hauled her onto it, then wiped her brow and went to their kitchen. She opened a drawer and came back with something in her hand, which she held up to the light. It looked like a syringe. She flicked it, uncapped the needle, and plunged it into Sarah’s bottom. Sarah shrieked and kicked her legs.
“Now, that’ll settle you a bit,” Cock Saddle said. “Don’chu worry none. It ain’t gonna kill ya. Jus’ gonna take some of that fight outta ya.”
Within a few minutes, Sarah stopped kicking and groaned as she wiggled. Cock Saddle undid the rope and rolled the girl onto her back.
“The fuckizzat?” Sarah mumbled.
“Jus’ a little sump’in from the rape kit. Should prolly start carryin’ one yerself. Can’t go round just fightin’ all the damn time. Yer like to get a black eye er some such.”
Sarah groaned and tried to kick her legs again, but the tranquilizer had her rather docile.
“Now, way I figur’ it,” Cock Saddle said, “Ye’ got two choices. Ye’ ken learn to like lickin’ cunt if yer gonna shack up here, er we can do this nightly. Either way, yer gonna be lickin’ cunt.”
She, then, saddled Sarah’s face and began to grind her fuckbox against her mouth, holding onto her hat as though she were bull riding.
***
Kayla discussed her selections with Master Hardik in his office before she left for the day.
“Carly and Cum Puppy, and Sarah and Cock Saddle,” she announced when asked.
Hardik nodded and asked, “Why those?”
“I’ve met Carly,” Kayla explained. “She cries a lot and I think the audience for this will like that. Cum Puppy is, I think, out of her mind. You know, as much as any girl has a mind, to begin with,” and Hardik nodded approvingly.
She continued, “Hump Honey and Penelope were interesting in the beginning. But once Hump Honey lulled her into a false sense of security, the game was pretty much over. Penelope will give in and admit she wants to be a… a cunt licker in no time. Lindsey’s the same. I’d bet she goes home tonight and asks for it.”
Hardik nodded again and said, “I thought the same.”
“Sarah and Cock Saddle is a good dynamic. If Cock Saddle can avoid drugging her constantly, it will make it more interesting, but her character is wild and I think she’ll be appealing. Sarah will put up a fight. So, those two will make for the best long-term engagement.”
Hardik nodded once more and then asked, “Would you watch it?”
Kayla tried to hide her revulsion behind the memory of the many orgasms she’d had watching the auditions and said, “Of course.”
“Good. I agree with your picks. It’s nice work, Cumhole.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Hardik dismissed her from the office and Kayla took the elevator up to the lobby, feeling a mixture of pride and contempt. Thanks to her picks, Carly would have her nightly violations broadcast around the world for perverts to masturbate to. She waved to Honey at the desk on her way out and then stopped in her tracks as she stared in horror at the previously blank lobby wall. There, right inside the front doors, was a six-foot-high poster of the kind lining the training room hallway. The poster was of her, in the red dress, taken just this morning. The word “Subservience,” flowed across it. Her eyes shifted to the right, where another poster showed her on her knees with a dick in her mouth. “Compliance,” it read. The third and final poster was her cum-splattered face with the word, “Reward.”
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