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If your government of choice doesn't want you reading this,
don't. If you're 17 years and 364 days old, this will
permanently warp your mind ruining all your hopes and
dreams. Thanks to Trisha for inventing the universe and
everyone who gave good remarks about the first installment.
Please don't post this anywhere else without asking, or
giving me a cut of the profits at least.
Warning: There is a small rape scene, had to be there for
the plot. If you don't like it, I'm sorry.
All or Nothing: The Female Executive, Part 2
By Petey
Sometimes it's funny how quickly you get used to things. 72
hours ago I woke up at about this time a dashingly handsome
man, now I'm waking up a buxom babe. It's only about 6 and
I don't want to wake my wife, Michelle. That's why I'm just
staring at the ceiling lost in my own thoughts. I'm
thinking about my first day back. I'm thinking about what
little family I have. I'm thinking about growing old. I'm
thinking about whether I can have kids or not. Whether I
want kids or not. I'm thinking about the last two nights
with Michelle. I'm thinking about whether the slaves are
going to go insane without some live cock. I'm wondering if
I'll go insane without some live cock. I'm wondering if any
of my friends will still like me. I'm wondering if they'll
like me too much. Well, I guess I'm still a compulsive
worrywart even after a radical magical transformation
At about seven, Carly, one of my slaves, came in to start
the morning ritual. Everybody had one slave dressed as a
frilly French maid. I think the company docked your pay if
you didn't. Sure enough, Carly was decked out and carrying
breakfast. I remember her slowly staggering in on those 5
inch heels the first time months ago. She looked terrified
of dropping the tray. Now she had her hands full and glided
like an angel across the expanse of the master bedroom.
"Here is your breakfast mas... mistress."
I almost giggled at the gaffe, but thanked her for the
spread. I always liked a big breakfast, this time the
slaves had prepared a big stack of pancakes, Toast, fresh
melon, sausage patties, and a tall glass of Milk. Normally
I'd polish this off without a second thought. Now, I felt
sick thinking about this much food.
Carly noted my temporary revulsion, "What's wrong
mistress?"
"Nothing, I don't think I can eat this much anymore. It'd
be coming out my ears before I started on the melon."
Carly fell to her knees, "I apologize mistress, I did not
think, I am slime."
"It's okay. I never told you. I didn't even think about it
until just now. Leave the toast and milk, and share the
rest with your fellow slaves. Tomorrow just bring me a
muffin and some Orange Juice."
By this time Michelle began to concentrate on her morning
coffee and bagel.
Carly rose to her feet, "Yes Mistress. Would you like me to
pleasure you as you eat?"
"Not yet. Tell me honestly, how are you and the others
reacting to this."
"Reacting to what?"
"Me being a woman. No master just two mistresses. Does that
bother all of you?"
"I am bound to you and... Mistress. I worship you no matter
what form you take."
"So you don't miss a nice tasty cock?" I got a little
excited myself at the prospect.
"Yes, I was made to pleasure men, and I can't change that.
But your slaves can pleasure each other. Please do not
worry about us."
"Thank you Carly. You may pleasure me now."
"May I ask a question first?"
"Go ahead"
"How should I distinguish between you and mistress?"
"Call me Grace unless you're pleasuring me, then call me
mistress Grace. How does that sound Michelle?"
Michelle grumbled a reply and focused on trying to move out
of bed.
"I guess that's a yes. Pleasure me now Carly."
"Yes, Mistress Grace."
I removed the covers and let Carly go to work. I nibbled on
my breakfast between orgasms as Carly manipulated my cunt
splendidly. Michelle was through in the bathroom by the
time I was spent. We exchanged kisses and she left for the
day.
I hopped into the shower, pleased to see the sensation of
water rolling down my body still produced an erotic
reaction. If Carly hadn't worn me out, I would've been
rubbing myself for an hour. I got out of the shower without
incident to find Carly and Geena standing there with a
towel and the day's clothes respectively. I dried off,
slipped into some lingerie, and put on the beige business
outfit Michelle had picked out for me yesterday. I had
inherited the knowledge of how to dress slutty from the
change, but professional attire confused me just enough to
have Michelle decide on my outfits for a few weeks.
When that was done, my two slaves helped me apply my make-
up. Again, I came out overdone the first two tries and had
to mentally tell myself to cut everything in half to look
respectable. By the time I had to leave, everything was
set. I grabbed my briefcase, threw Sharon the keys to the
Lexus and headed out.
Normally I took the travel time as a chance to use my slave
before the day started. This time I just sat with Geena in
the back seat and stared at the scenery.
"Grace... (I guess Carly passed the new nomenclature among
her fellow slaves) What's wrong?" Geena said.
"Nothing much," I replied, "just trying to think about
stuff."
"Are you sure I shouldn't pleasure you now?"
"No, that's alright. You may amuse yourself if you wish."
Geena, much to my surprise, refrained from masturbating in
the car. Normally, a slave would never pass up a chance for
pleasure. One more thing to think about as the car pulled
up to the massive Mason & Mason building. Sharon dropped us
off and proceeded to the parking garage. Geena and I went
to the front door.
"May I help you?" a very gruff security guard visually
scanned our bodies on the way in.
"Yes, I'm looking for the Level 5 office of Grace N.
Allenby."
"There's no Grayson Allenby here ma'am, where's your
master?"
"I'm the mistress. It's a long story, please tell me where
to go."
"You have some nerve coming in here as a slave and claiming
to be a master. I think you and your friend need some
discipline." The large man stood up and motioned toward a
room off to the side of the lobby.
"Listen Here, I am Grace Allenby, formerly George Allenby,
victim of premature feminization and cheating in the sacred
ring. You will show me to my office now! Personally!" I was
majorly ticked off.
The guard snorted and grabbed both me and Geena with ease.
He threw us into the room and shouted to one of his
buddies.
"Hey Mitch, take care of the desk while I take care of
these two. I'll let you have a go after I'm done."
"Sure thing Jim, I think all the stuff is clean in there."
Geena had hit the wall head on and was lying on the floor
in pain. While I was attending to her, this guard, Jim,
grabbed my wrists and pulled me up. He tied me up to a
modified torture rack and went about securing Geena in case
she woke up. I screamed, but realized the room was sound-
proofed to prevent disturbing the employees.
Guards usually had free reign of the "unattached" slaves
working at the building. It was a reward for keeping silent
about what went on in the building. Actually these slaves
were rented out from high-ranking executives. Jim just
thought we were two cleaning ladies.
Jim finished with Geena and proceeded to remove my skirt,
shoes, panties, etc. He did so with great calm, not out of
politeness but to see the terror grow on my face.
Meanwhile, in the main lobby, a level 3 inquired about me.
"Did you see a Grace Allenby today. Should've come in
without a male escort, with a redhead slut probably."
"I don't think so. Unless... Uh oh..."
"Uh oh, what?"
"Jim took two sluts into the guard's lounge a few minutes
ago. I didn't hear their names, but it was a blonde I'd
never seen before with a redhead."
"Get the Key!"
The level 3 got there just as Jim was ramming an incredibly
long dildo as deep as possible.
"Step away from her Jim."
Jim recoiled, "Mr. Carter! What seems to be the problem?"
"You just raped a level 5 executive is the problem."
"I'm sorry, I'll apologize to him for using his secretary
right away."
"No, she IS the executive. She used to be George Allenby
but lost in a match where her opponent took steroids and
died during his change. We restored most of the mind, but
the body stayed between normal and all out fucktoy."
I could almost hear Jim's fear build inside, could see his
jaw drop farther than possible, feel his heart beat
increase to 300 beats per minute, he was toast. Mr. Carter
untied me and left Jim locked inside for the time being.
Mitch took Geena's body to the company nurse, and she
looked to already be coming out of it. I was still visibly
shaken.
"I apologize Grace. You can be sure he'll be fired and
prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Would you like
to go home? I'm sure we can start everything off tomorrow."
"That fucking slimebag! I wish he was my slave so I could
shove that dildo up his ass until it came out his mouth! I
cannot believe we would employ such an idiotic sleazebag to
protect us!"
I wasn't thinking rationally, I was out of my mind with
anger, confusion, and a host of other emotions from the
incident and the entire week. It all came out.
"Did you say you wanted him as a slave?" Carter asked.
"Yes, I want him to pay forever for what he did."
"If you'll follow me we can arrange that."
I was shocked. You say strange things under stress. Before
I knew it we were standing in front of Jim, who was sitting
and visibly shaken.
"I'm sorry, you look like a fucktoy. Wait, that's not what
I meant to say."
"Silence!" Mr. Carter boomed, "Your punishment has been
decided. Once Wendell arrives it will be carried out."
"Who's Wendell?" Jim asked.
Wendell walked in an hour later in all his robed splendor.
He carried with him a few arcane items and sat them on the
table. He looked like he always looked, a strange
combination of intense thought and indifference to the
world around him.
"What is Wendell going to do to him?" I whispered to Mr.
Carter.
"Jim is going to be your slave." He replied.
"What? How? Is that possible?" I stammered.
"Mason & Mason uses several spells to achieve the current
method of promotion. One magically links a couple so that
the wife becomes a slave or master like the husband. I
remembered that you won a bachelor slave at one point, is
that correct?"
"Yes, I think she's cleaning toilets now."
"In any case, we simply bond Jim with that slave, and he
becomes your slave as well. Jim has no wife or children
according to our personnel files. I assumed you would enjoy
a male slave, but we can make him female if you want."
"No, male is fine. Anything you can do to make him a better
male, if you get me..."
Wendell, who was listening in, chuckled with Carter on that
one, "It can be arranged."
This entire time, Jim is in the room and by now is
whimpering in his chair. Wendell had a good bit of smoke
going in his little pot and the chanting began. Wendell
threw some paper and some dust into the flames and my
attention turned to Jim. He had stopped whimpering and
stood straight ahead. His body changed subtly during
Wendell's chant, mostly because of his sitting position.
However, I could see Jim slight paunch go away and his
build become sturdier. Most of the changes I bet were
hidden beneath his uniform.
Wendell stopped chanting, the smoke dissipated, and Mr.
Carter untied my new slave. Jim immediately fell to his
knees and begged my forgiveness.
"You can start your penance by letting me take a look at my
new toy's naked form," I said. Jim eagerly removed his
uniform to reveal his sculpted body and impressive unit.
"Pleasure me orally, but do not get an erection." Jim
slowly removed my skirt and panties and began to lap at my
pussy. He wasn't quite as good as my female slaves, but it
still relieved some stress. "Enough, you may now get an
erection and fuck me, but do not ejaculate unless I allow
it."
"Yes mistress."
The only other time I had a real live dick inside me was
after my victory, and I was so flush with adrenaline and
hormones it was a blur. It was absolutely wonderful being
pounded by a warm, throbbing cock. Michelle's strap-on was
no substitute. I was in my own little pleasure world when
my inner slave came out.
"Cum in meeeeeeee!" Another great sensation as I caught my
breath on top of his deflating member.
I looked up to see Mr. Carter grinning at me, "Enjoying
yourself?"
The fucking had only increased my lust as I attacked his
pants, pulling them off to reveal a tasty footlong. I
swallowed the whole thing somehow and began working on it.
Mr. Carter was guiding my head and making moans of
encouragement. He exploded in my mouth and I lapped up all
I could.
"Wow, you're pretty good. Maybe it was a mistake to give
you back your brains."
I wasn't really paying attention, I just lay on the floor
moaning blissfully. As much as I controlled my fate, there
was still a major part of me that needed to be a slave.
Well, I'm sure Michelle won't mind dominating me on a
regular basis.
I eventually got up and put my clothes back on. Mr. Carter
and Jim got themselves decent as well. We walked out and
back into the atrium.
"I hope you're satisfied with the situation Grace," Mr.
Carter said.
"Oh yes, Jim will be getting quite the workout," I grinned.
"I know it's supposed to be your first day, but under the
circumstances I think you can go home now. I'll call for
your driver to pull up in front, your other slave should be
out any moment."
"Thank you, sir."
"I think you can call me William now."
I smiled as William went back upstairs. Geena came a few
minutes later with her arm in a sling. She saw Jim beside
me and looked absolutely mortified.
"Grace, what is he doing here?"
"He's mine now, He'll be living with us from now on.
Wendell made him a slave."
"Really?"
"Yes, and when we get home, Jim is going to apologize to
you for a very long time."
Geena grinned more than I thought possible and said, "Thank
you very much."
The car pulled up soon after. I got in the front seat while
my slaves got in the back. The ride back was filled with
the sounds of Jim's apology. Of course, this translated to
a lot of screaming on Geena's part. All in all, a pretty
good day.
***
Sorry, I got sidetracked. Grace will have her actual first
day next time, I swear. I hope I'll get the next
installment done a lot faster.
Alma
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