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STAFF TRAINING (mc,md,humil) (c)2002, B. Devlin

Part Five - Advanced Training

My phone rang at 7.30am.

"You evil, wonderful bastard!" Bill's voice was ecstatic. "This is so

much better than you giving me reports. Hearing Lucy tell me so

earnestly about everything she did and how she felt - God, James,

Josie got the fucking of ther life last night."

"Well, Lucy will be calling you every night for a while, old son, so

make the most of it - and I hope Josie has fun too."

"I'm sure she will, she was positively purring last night."

"Would you like me to send you pictures of the cucumber fuck?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods?"

"Okay, check your mail in about five. I'll password the file - we

wouldn't want Josie or the Chancellor getting hold of it, now would

we?"

"Good thought, that man."

"Right, sent, password: mesmer. Enjoy"

"Received and opening... *HOLY SHIT* James! These are ... incredible.

I'm beginning to feel sorry I didn't push her further when she

belonged to me."

"You've got your 'up and coming's, but just say the word, and we'll

arrange for Lucy to fulfil your wildest fantasies. You can come

'round here, where it's safe from prowling wives and academics."

"I appreciate the offer, but ..."

"Tell you what, Bill. I still feel I owe you, big-time. You remember

the cottage by Coniston Water?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sending you a key. It's yours to use whenever you want it. Let

me know when you'll be there, if you don't want company. It'll give

you somewhere safe to take Lucy's replacement, if you want, or to take

Josie, if you prefer. If you *do* want company, well you, I, Lucy and

whoever you choose as Lucy's replacement... Well, I can picture it,

can't you? Don't refuse, it'll make me feel better. "

"I've got no intention of refusing, mate. I... shit James, you've

really opened my eyes to a world of possibilities here."

I laughed. "Enjoy, Bill. I have to go, get today's training sessions

ready. Talk soon. Lucy'll call tonight. Bye Bill."

Lucy arrived at 8.45. I was glad to see she'd learned the punctuality

lesson. I'd left the door open for her and called out a "Come in,"

when she knocked. From the living room, I could see her standing just

inside the open door, stripping automatically down to her shoes and

stockings, and behind her, I saw with a grin, the milkman was getting

a free show. The look on his face indicated he was appreciating it.

"Shut the door," I called, and she did, shutting out a face that had a

happy that-was-a-bonus smile plastered all over it.

As she walked towards me, I got the first opportunity to observe what

my arousal programming did to her. Her nipples grew and hardened in a

kind of beautiful time-lapse so that by the time she was five feet

from me they were as hard and high as American hardgums - you know

those kids' sweets all covered in sugar? - and just as tempting to

suck; her walk went from easy strides to a kind of swaying mince in

which her thighs slid over each other, damp and slippery; her pupils

grew noticeably, and her mouth fell just slightly open. She

transformed as she walked from Athena to Aphrodite. She reached out

and touched my arm where I stood and her hand began to stroke.

"Good morning Lucy, I'm glad to see you on time today."

"Good morning Master."

"How do you feel today, Lucy?"

She dropped her eyes. "I feel dirty, master, like a filthy slut. But

at the same time, I feel hornier than a warren full of rabbits."

"Do you like feeling like a slut, Lucy?"

"No, Master. I despise sluts. A woman with a brain should never be so

desperate that she'd beg a man to fuck her or submit herself to his

will. I like to fuck, but I've always done it on my own terms."

"Always, Lucy?"

"Until yesterday, Master."

"So, what changed yesterday?"

"You did, Master. I've never been in the situation before where it

made me wet just to be with a man, but when I'm near you, it's like I

have no control of my body at all. I *have* to touch you. I know that

I'll do anything you want, just as long as it means that I'll get you

inside me. It makes me ashamed of myself, but I can't think of

anything when I'm around you other than having your cock in my cunt."

"So, what you are saying is that you are my slut, but you don't want

to be?"

"Yes, Master, I suppose so."

"Do you want to fuck me now, little slut?"

"Master, Don't call me that! I'm not a slut! But yes... yes, God help

me, I want to fuck you."

"You are a slut, Lucy. You're my slut. You said so, yesterday, when

you knelt there and begged me to mount you."

"I didn't mean it, Master, I just needed you to fuck me so bad..."

"And you need it again now, don't you Lucy?"

"Yes, Master." It was a whisper.

"So, what does that make you?"

"I..."

"It makes you a slut, Lucy and you know it." I took her chin in my

hands and forced her to look in my eyes. Her face was burning with

blushes, and there were tears behind her lids, but I didn't plan to

show her any mercy. "Say it, Lucy."

"I'm a slut, Master." She shivered, as if admitting it made her cold.

"Whose slut?"

"Yours, Master."

"Company policy dictates that sluts answer to the words 'slut',

'bitch' and 'whore' as if they were their own name. Do you understand

that, Lucy?"

"Yes, Master."

"The bedroom is through that door," I pointed. "Take me through there,

slut, undress me, and fuck me. I want you to talk to me while you do,

tell me everything you feel, good and bad, everything you want. Do you

understand?"

"Yes, Master, oh, thank you Master."

She almost dragged me to the bedroom, and her hands were quick on my

clothes.

"I love your body, Master, it's so perfect." She kissed my chest and

stroked my ample belly, "I don't know what it is, but everything about

it turns me on." She knelt to slide my trousers and underwear off me

and her hands caressed my cock, my balls, my legs. And them pushed me

gently backwards onto the bed, straddling me smoothly and positioning

her cunt above my cock which was hard as diamond and straining up to

meet it. "I want..." she started to lower herself onto me "Oh GOD!

Yes, that's what I want, I can feel your hardness filling me, Master,

and I want it so deep inside. It feels so goooood!"

She leaned forward, so that her tits swung in my face, then cupped one

and held them to my mouth, brushing her nipple across my lips. "Suck

me, Master, please. Oh god, yes, yes, like that! Oh Master, I'm on

fire for you!"

She certainly felt as if she was on fire, as her hot cunt slid over my

cock in smooth swoops of her hips. Her clit was so erect that I could

feel it grinding into my groin, as she tried to push herself to a

climax that I knew wouldn't come until I allowed it. Her hands stroked

my shoulders and arms and I let her take my hands and bring them to

her buttocks. "Yes, oh yes," she whimpered, "I want that, I, oh SHIT

YEEES!" this last as I bit hard into the nipple I was sucking and

tasted her blood.

She drove her hips hard and frantically against me, arching back so

that the breast in my mouth was stretched and taut. I let it go and

she lifted her own hands to rub those beautiful tits while she bounced

up and down on my cock, sheathing it so deep in her cunt that I could

feel the tip brush her cervix. "I want to come, Master, I want you to

come - I want to feel your spunk filling me, and ohGodohGodohGOD!

THISFEELSSOFINE! I want to come, Master, I'm so close, oh please god,

let me come. I love fucking you master, I want to fuck you forever but

I have to come."

I could feel my own climax building in my balls while she rode me like

my cock held the answer to all her prayers, so I whispered "Come now,

Lucy" and her words became screams as her cunt rippled around me,

pulsing, squeezing as she tightened for my pleasure.

I bucked up, pulling her onto me with my hands so I was buried to the

balls in her and my cockhead was pressed against the opening to her

womb as it shot its stream of spunk into her waiting, wanting, tight

little cunt.

She was still riding me as I softened, her climax still shuddering

through her. I enjoyed my power for a moment or two, then murmured

"Stop."

Immediately, she slid off me, and down the bed, in a strangely

graceful movement, to take me into her mouth and bathe me clean, her

tongue finding every drop of our mingled come on my cock and balls and

following the trickle that ran down the crack in my arse.

Her immediate need sated, I put her into a trance and set to work with

more programming, since that, after all, was what these induction

sessions were for.

First, and most important, was a programme that would get her to

follow complex written instructions. There would, of course, be times

when I wanted her actions to appear completely as if they were her own

idea and desire, and I could hardly do that if I had to tell her

exactly what to do. Given her intelligence, it would be child's play

for her to read, memorise and then carry out a list of instruction,

shredding the paper. These instructions would be identified by the

heading "Desk of James Eaton For the eyes of Lucy Fulton only", a

moment's thought and I specified that these instructions could also

come electronically - I might want her to join me on a business trip

sometime, who knew?

Next I set up an imperative that said that the first order of business

in any office working day would be to suck off the boss. I made sure

that it applied to anyone fulfilling the 'boss' role, so that Jeff or

whoever I left in charge would receive the service during my holidays

- if someone takes on your responsibilities, he deserves your perks.

An instinct to drop her eyes to look at the crotch of every man she

met, then lick her lips, and to suck her pencil exactly like a cock

when thinking were added to amuse the men at work, along with a need

to stretch erotically every half hour or so while sitting at her desk,

lifting her arms above and behind her head and pushing her breasts out

towards the men facing her. I had other plans for morale raising,

later, but planned to ease them in gradually - after all, it was

better to give the boys something to look forward to, rather than hand

them everything on a plate too soon.

With the new programmes in place, I decided that it was time to take

Lucy back to the office for a while. I didn't want the staff to think

I was being greedy, but as we drove, I had her masturbate to ease the

aching in her poor desperate cunt. I had her come almost as soon as

she slipped her fingers into herself, and she made a beautiful picture
in the car, her long legs spread wide, one hand caressing a breast
through the sheer fabric of her shirt, and the other frantically

rubbing inside her white lace panties. Her head was thrown back and a

happy mewling sound came from her throat. I lost count of the number

of men whose jaws dropped on the journey. When we arrived back at the

factory, she stank of sex.

First, I made suggested she apologise to the boys for "embarassing

them with her display" the day before, and then I left her to lunch

with them, her truth-drug command still on, as I went into the office

to prepare the next stage of her training. I grinned as I heard Doug

ask, "So, sweetie, are you enjoying being with us at Eaton

Engineering?" and she replied "Oh YES, sir. I really wanted this job

and I love working with Master... Mr Eaton."

I wondered if they'd ask the right questions to get all the

information about our training so far from her. In case they didn't, I

loaded the cucumber pictures onto the company intranet, and sent all

the guys the URL, as a little treat for the afternoon, with an

introduction screen - "Increase productivity by ten percent, and next

time you watch it live." I thought it would prove a better incentive

than a week in Ibiza with the boys.

I watched grins spread over faces and hands stray to crotches as she

joined me in my office after lunch, and I knew that when I walked

round the office later I'd see one or other shot set as wallpaper on

pretty much every PC.

I sat Lucy opposite me and put her under again. What I wanted to do

next was going to take her beyond where she'd been before, but what

good is having a slut if you can't use her for your benefit as well as

your satisfaction?

"Have you ever had anal sex, Lucy?"

"No, Master, of course not, it's filthy and degraded. I'd never let

any man do that to me!"

Oh dear. There were those opinions again, there was the 'I'd never

let.' Obviously, I couldn't have that. No woman *I'm* involved in can

be allowed to dictate what she will and won't do.

"Of course you will, Lucy. You will, in fact let *any* man do it,

because you crave anal sex, deep in your darkest fantasies, don't you

Lucy?"

"M... Master?"

"You are simply dying to have some man shove his cock deep into your

arsehole, isn't that right?"

"I... um ..."

"It's depraved, and dirty, and sluttish, Lucy, and it makes you

ashamed, but secretly you've always wanted that more than any other

sexual act, don't you, my Lucy?"

"Y... Yes, Master."

"I knew it, Lucy, my sweet little whore. I can see into your soul and

see what you want better than even you can. Isn't that right, Lucy?"

"Yes, master."

"Sometime soon, someone is going to offer to sodomise you, Lucy, and

when they do, you're going to look deep into their eyes with your big

green gaze, and you're going to say 'oh, yes PLEASE'. Isn't that

right, Lucy? You're going to love it, too. Once you've been buggered

once, you'll want it regularly. You'll offer your arse for fucking as

eagerly as your cunt and mouth, and you'll come like an express train

every time a cock obligingly fills it."

"Yes, master."

I toyed with the idea of buggering her senseless myself, right there

and then, but although I had no intention of missing out on a piece of

that arse, sometime, I had another recipient in mind for her anal

virginity, which was the primary reason for this particular branch of

questioning.

I was tendering for a big contract with the an organisation whose

decision-maker was Rich Castle, a nice guy with a bitch of a wife. She

withheld the marital goodies far more often than she dispensed them

and I knew, having heard him say so on several drunken carouses, that

what wanted more than anything was to bury his cock between a nice

round pair of female buttocks. I knew that he'd been fruitlessly

begging his ice-queen for years for the privilege. I was meeting him

that afternoon to deliver the proposal and I was more than confident

that if I took Lucy with me, and let it be known that she craved to

receive what he craved to give, I'd be one contract the richer by

evening.

I called Rich to say that I was on my way, and told him that I'd be

bringing a colleague. Thankfully his office occupied a floor to itself

because glass was a big feature of the architect's design and his eyes

bugged out as soon as I ushered Lucy into his office. Of course,

since she took off her jacket as we sat, and that sheer uniform blouse

gave him an excellent view of some of her primary attractions that

wasn't surprising.

"I didn't know you had any female staff, James," he commented, his

eyes fixed on Lucy's tits, until she crossed her legs and the

stocking-top came into play.

"Lucy's new," I replied. "She works very, um, closely with me. She

provides some very, um, *special* services."

"And she worked on the tender?"

I smiled at him. "Oh no," I said, "I only brought her along because I

thought I might play cupid, for the pair of you. You share a common,

um, secret passion that neither of you have been able to fulfil as

yet. I thought perhaps you could discover its joys together."

He looked me mystified for a moment, and then a sudden look of hope,

coupled with suspicion dawned.

"Are you offering...?"

"I'm not offering anything Richard. I'm just introducing you to Lucy.

I'm sure if you asked she'd tell you what her most secret desire was."

He stared at her for a long moment, then whispered, "Lucy, would you

mind telling me your most secret desire?"

"Of course, Mr Castle," she replied with a blush, truth-drug

compelled, "I've always, in my darkest fantasies, craved anal sex."

"And you've never..."

"No, sir."

"Surely a girl as beautiful as you would have had no difficulty

finding a willing partner?"

"I've only just admitted it to myself, sir."

"What do you expect to get out of this, James? It could be construed

as a bribe."

"Lucy," I said, "would you please pop to the ladies and freshen up for

a moment, I want to talk to Mr Castle."

She went immediately, with a murmured "Yes, Master" that made Rich's

eyes fly open.

"She's not just a whore then?"

"Nup. She really does work for me, and although her tasks aren't quite

what she expected when I interviewed her, she's turning into a very

promising little slut with training."

"I'm not sure I should ask any more."

I grinned. "Probably not. Look Rich, you asked what I expected to get

out of this. Honestly? I expect to see a good friend get his heart's

desire. I expect that the friend will remember that I gave it to him,

when he awards the contract - but I don't demand it, and I think the

tender speaks for itself anyway. I expect to watch my budding slut get

her very first buggering, and I do demand a few photographs for my

album - I'll make sure not to show your face though. It's that simple.

So when she comes back, just ask her to let you bugger her, okay?"

Rich Castle looked like a very happy man. "Okay, James."

When Lucy walked back from the ladies, he stood and held out a hand to

her.

"Lucy, as James said, it seems that we do share our darkest desire.

So how about sharing it's fulfilment? Would you let me fuck your

lovely arse?"

She looked at him, her smile ecstatic, "Oh, yes! Yes please!"

I shuffled my chair to the perfect angle as he bent her forward so

that her hands rested on the dark oak of his desk and slid the tight

skirt almost reverently up her thighs to bunch at her waist.

"Are you sure?" he whispered in a strangled voice while he slid the

white lace panties down her stocking-clad legs.

"Beg, Lucy," I whispered, just loud enough for her to hear.

"Yes, oh yes, please. I want this, sir, please. I want your cock deep

in my arse."

He hastily unzipped his trousers and scrambled out of them, gazing at

the beautiful spectacle of my slut's lovely buttocks, framed white

between black stockings and garter-belt, then gently used his hands to

separate them and expose the puckered little ring of between them. As

he rested his cock head against that opening, Lucy pushed herself back

towards it with a whimpering, "pleeeeaase."

His cock, erect, was a good ten inches, but he cupped her cunt in his

hand and pulled her back onto him so that he sheathed it in her tight

hole in one hard shove.

They both yelled as his meat pounded into her that first time, and I

heard him say in wonder when her juices gushed into his hand "Shit

James, the bitch loves it! I swear she's coming! and took her cunt
with his hand as deeply as his cock took her willing arse.

There was no doubt of that, I thought, as I photographed the ecstasy

on her face, the wildly arched back, and the backside that pushed back

urgently against the hard rod of flesh impaling it.

Rich was muttering "Oh fuck, yessssss!, Oh, fuck, this is wonderful,"

while Lucy moaned her delight without words, apart from the occasional

gasping, "Harder!" which he was glad to obey.

They were both like wild things, fast, furious and savage. He almost

lifted her from her feet by the end as he thrust like a pile driver

into the tender flesh, his face twisted into an expression of almost

tortured pleasure. I saw his body stiffen and he slid his hand out of

her cunt to grasp her jutting hipbones for the final assault.

He came into her with a gasp, and she pushed herself upright while his

semen gushed into her bowels, her buttocks gripping his pulsing cock,

and her face turned to his for kisses, which he gave her unstintingly.

I think he thought then that he'd died and gone to heaven, but he was

sure of it when he slowly pulled his cock from her, and she dropped to

her knees to clean him gently with her tongue.

While she ministered to him with her mouth, he said hoarsely "I'll

never, ever, have a ride like that again." He ruffled the hair on her

bobbing head and grinned at me, catching his breath slowly.

At his feet, Lucy slid his clothes up to cover him and was reaching

for her own panties, when an idea occurred to me.

"Lucy," I murmured in her ear, "Company policy dictates you offer

those to Mr Castle."

She shimmied her skirt down, then held out the little lace bundle with

a smile.

"Would you like to keep these, sir?"

He just nodded, grinned and tucked them into a drawer of his desk,

which he locked. Then he turned to me

"The contract's yours. Right now, I swear you could have every

fucking thing I own, and I'd think it a good deal."

I held out my hand, and we shook on the deal. "Always nice doing

business with you," I said, and took Lucy out, my hand resting on

lightly on one cheek of that well-fucked arse.

I could see that this girl was going to be a huge asset to Eaton

Engineering.