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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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He looked almost as uncomfortable as I felt. I clutched the folder and hurried from the shop, humiliated. Some stranger had just called me Cumhole! I drove back to the office in a daze, my pussy wet and tingling, dripping fuck honey on my seat. I returned to Johnson's office, where I handed him the flash drive and folder, then waited to see if my task was complete. He opened the folder and looked at the prints, then nodded.
"Well done, Cumhole. They look excellent." He said.
He took a black 8x10 frame from a desk drawer. Kayla thought it a bit odd that he would keep photo frames in his desk, but then, there was nothing normal about DomCo. He slid one of the large photos into the frame, and then took a small, wallet size from the stack, then set them aside.
"The large one is to put on your desk," he said, handing them to her, "and the other for your wallet."
I looked at the photo in horror. It was a very clear up-close photo of my shocked face covered in sperm. My eyes flicked to Johnson, who had gone back to work.
"But...!"
"Is there something else, Cumhole?"
I thought of being slapped in the face in the restroom. They control everything, i thought. Just be a good slut.
"Um, thank you for the photo," I said, "it's a lovely picture of my cum-soaked face."
He smiled, delighted, and took another copy from the folder. The copy went into another frame, which he handed to me.
"A copy for your mother," he said, grinning, "to hang on the wall."
I gulped, and took the photo. Back at my desk, I propped the photo up on its stand, and then inserted the small one into my wallet. Suck Pet stopped by to admire the photo, and commented on how pretty Cumhole looked with her lips dripping semen. Then, she showed me her own photo from her first week. She didn't look surprised. She looked happy with her face covered in cock goo. There was a dick in her mouth.
"Suck Pet, what do the numbers on the badge mean?" I asked.
"Oh! You don't know? Well, the first one is pretty obvious. It's the size of your tits. The rest are all the relevant statistics for any female. S. Rating is your overall satisfaction rating, based on the average scores given by the people that fuck you. F. Grade is your Fuck Grade, how much fun it is to fuck you. S. Grade is your Suck Grade, how well you suck cock and cunt. A. Grade is your Anal Grade, how enjoyable your ass is."
I felt a bit sick, but I was not surprised.
"What if you...you know...don't have any experience?" I asked.
"Then you'll be a zero until you do. The lower your grade is, though, the more they're going to put pressure on you, humiliate you, force you into situations where you'll act like a slut. It's why they put the Obsequium out everywhere. To keep us all docile and horny." Suck Pet explained.
"What do you mean?"
"The Obsequium. It's mostly sugar water, mixed with semen, a mild sedative, and aphrodisiacs. You can't tell me you didn't notice how wet your pussy is all the time?"
I nodded, and my stomach turned as I looked at the bottle i'd been drinking from, and the one in Suck Pet's hand.
"Don't think too much about it. You like it, don't you?"
I nodded. I did like it. I liked how it made me feel, too.
"How come my S. Rating is 3.2? I haven't done...anything. Except get my face splattered with cum," i said quietly.
"Well, I rated you," Suck Pet said, "The whole shy, innocent thing you have going on, even though you dress like a fuckslut, really turns me on. I like that you're reluctant when you're moles*ed. It's super hot. Then, you cum like a whore and kiss like you're in love. Also, you're very submissive and do what you're told, like you're a little sex doll. You even cried a little bit, and that made my cunt really juicy. So, I rated you a 5 out of 5. They must have found someone else that got to play with your hot body, who rated you a little lower. Is there anyone else you can think of that's used you?"
She said it so casually, that I was momentarily stunned. I had been rated by the girl who had moles*ed me in the bathroom. The girl who had made me wear vibrating panties and then remote controlled my orgasms for a whole morning. That little nugget slid to the back of my mind, and I tried to run through her sexual history. It was not extensive, having only gone back a couple of weeks.
Tiff was an obvious one. Cole had kissed her and put his tongue in her mouth. The group of older women had licked, sucked, and fondled her all over. The professor had spanked her, fingered her, rubbed her cunt, and made her orgasm a few times. Then, the stranger had ejaculated on my tummy and panties. I wasn't exactly a porn star.
Suck Pet slid my chair aside, and worked at my computer for a moment, bringing up an intranet page. The page was of her. In the corner were the same statistics on her badge, as well as her "company name". The page contained all the images she'd just labeled of herself, as well as her Facebook photos, and the recent picture of her face covered in sperm. There was a link that read "ratings". Suck Pet clicked on it. It had three entries.
The first one was Suck Pet's, and it detailed her experience with me as well as the things I enjoyed about using my body. The second review was from Honey Cunt, who rated me a 4 of 5. Honey enjoyed her tits, and the way she kissed. She was not fond of the outfit Kayla had come to work in yesterday. The final entry was from Master Johnson, who rated her a 2. Kayla wasn't sure why she felt hurt about that. Johnson saw a great deal of potential, but an unwillingness to go the extra mile to fulfill her purpose. He did like how pretty her face was, decorated with sperm, and also enjoyed seeing her cry as she was spanked.
"As you get more experience, your ratings will improve," Suck Pet explained, "so don't hold back. And when someone does fuck you, make sure you give them this link so that they can rate you."
My head swam. I took a big swallow of Obsequium, and felt the sedative calm my nerves. My pussy was very excited, even though I felt that this was all so wrong. How did I end up being a literal corporate whore? Why was it simultaneously thrilling, but appalling? What choice did I have? The work day was coming to a close. I was hungry, having skipped lunch to go to the copy store, and my pussy felt very needy from all the Obsequium i'd been drinking. I put the computer to sleep, and grabbed a two liter bottle on my way out of the office.
The end
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