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Oblivious by All These Roadworks
Sandra was the only female employee in an office of twenty-three, and all 22 men were pigs.
They openly ogled her attractive physique. They called her demeaning names like “honey” and “sweetie”. They discussed the size of her large tits at the water cooler as if she wasn’t even there. And from time to time they would grope her ass in the elevator, or proposition her at lunchtime.
She hated it, and eventually, she filed a complaint with Roger Enton, the man who owned the company.
Roger nodded seriously, a concerned expression on his face. He told her he had engaged a “harassment specialist”, and that she should visit this specialist’s office and relate her story so that the specialist could advise on how the offending male staff should be disciplined.
Sandra attended the appointment – but the man wasn’t a specialist in harassment, but rather in hypnosis. The man stared into Sandra’s eyes and asked strange, confusing questions as Sandra attempted to tell her story, and soon she felt her eyelids growing heavy and her mind growing quiet as she dropped into a deep, suggestible trance.
Roger had correctly seen that fixing one woman was easier than fixing 22 men, and he had asked the hypnotist to give her one simple suggestion: that from now on she would simply not notice sexual harassment. She wouldn’t recognize it as happening, she wouldn’t react to it, and she wouldn’t remember it. She would be oblivious.
When she returned to work the next day, the change was dramatic. A couple of the men in the office tried calling her “sweetie” and “baby”, and she responded as if they had used her name. Emboldened, they tried calling her “cunt” and “bitch”, and she smiled as if that was a perfectly normal thing to call her.
They started a discussion about whether her breasts were big enough to be called “udders”, and about what kind of sounds she might make when she was being fucked, and Sandra just giggled as if they were discussing something they had seen on TV.
Eventually, a man came up behind her as she was working at her computer, and reached down and squeezed her tits through her dress.
Sandra did nothing. She just continued working as if the man wasn’t there.
The man squeezed harder – hard enough to hurt – and Sandra’s face twisted in an involuntary wince, but she made no move to escape or push the man away.
Other men were standing around watching, and laughing at Sandra’s molestation. One of them suggested exposing Sandra’s tits, so the man who was groping her now dipped his hands down the front of Sandra’s dress, and lifted her large breasts out of her bra and blouse into full view.
Sandra kept working with her tits out as if nothing had happened.
The men spent much of the rest of the day objectifying Sandra, and to be quite honest they didn’t get much work done. They had endless enjoyment in calling Sandra offensive names and having her accept them. They took turns squeezing and pulling on her tits.
Eventually, someone managed to uncinch her skirt when she stood up to use the printer, and then pull her panties down from her waist so that they fell to her ankles. Sandra paused to carefully step out of her panties as if that were a normal thing to do, and for the rest of the day, she was completely naked below the waist.
At the end of the day, they put her skirt and panties on her desk and watched to see what Sandra would do. She put them back on – and stuffed her tits back into her dress – as if it were a normal part of her end-of-day routine, and then went home.
The hypnosis had been a success.
The next day they wasted no time in pulling her tits out of her dress and stripping her skirt and panties. As Sandra sat at her desk trying to work, one co-worker took his cock out of his pants and began playfully slapping her in the face with it. Everyone laughed as Sandra stared blankly at her screen, oblivious to her mistreatment.
Then the co-worker began to masturbate, his cock pointed at her face. He quickly reached orgasm, and his cum splattered across her face and tits. Some got in her eyes. A little landed on her lips.
Sandra made no effort to wipe it away, continuing on with her work as though nothing had happened.
Everyone wanted a turn after that, and the men of the office took turns bathing Sandra in their sperm until her face and breasts were covered in a thick layer of cum.