Sandra was the only female employee in an office of twenty-three, and all twenty-wo men were pigs.  

 

They openly ogled her attractive physique.  They called her demeaning names like “honey” or “pet” or “sweetie”.  They casually discussed the size of her large tits, and what they might like to do with them, at the watercooler as if she were not even there.  And from time to time they would grope her ass in the elevator, or proposition her at lunchtime.

 

She hated them, she hated the way they treated her, and eventually she filed a complaint with Roger Enton, the man who owned the company.

 

Roger nodded seriously as he listened to her complaints, a concerned expression on his face.  He thought for some time, and then told her that he would engaged a “harassment specialist” who he was acquainted with, 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 recognise 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.

 

Towards the end of the day, one man wanted more, and he grabbed Sandra’s hair and turned her to face his crotch, before pushing her cock against her lips.  Sandra didn’t initially open her mouth, but when he said, “Say ahh, cunt,” Sandra opened her mouth to reply (to what she presumably thought was perfectly normal work dialogue) and he quickly plugged her throat with his dick.

 

She did struggle a little at this - if only because she wanted to get on with her work - but by keeping a firm grip on her hair he was able to keep her in place as he fucked her face until he reached his orgasm.  When he came in her mouth, Sandra swallowed automatically, convulsively, sucking down his sperm - and then as soon as he pulled his cock out of her mouth, she went back to her work as if nothing had happened.

 

At the end of this second day she dressed again - but she made no effort to clean the cum from her skin.  She stuffed her sperm-wet tits back into her bra, and left the office covered in the men’s semen.

 

On the third day, of course, they raped her.  They stripped her completely nude, and then the men took turns - singly or in groups - to stick their cocks into her pussy, ass or mouth.  Sandra just stood or lay there, depending on her position, neither resisting nor participating - a blank, brainless doll for them to cum into.

 

The men were delighted that Sandra had been transformed into the office sex-toy - but honestly they missed the blushes and humiliation that their harassment had provoked in Sandra.  They missed how she had *hated* it when they called her names and groped her ass.

 

Roger came up with a compromise.  He sent Sandra back to the hypnotist, and had a new compulsion planted in Sandra’s mind.

 

The compulsion triggered every weekday at lunchtime.  At the time when Sandra would otherwise have taken her lunch break, she would instead stand and go to the centre of the office.  She would strip nude, if she wasn’t already, and then she would begin masturbating while standing there naked in front of everybody.

 

At that point, she would regain full awareness of everything that had been done to her.  The total knowledge of the harassment, molestation and rape she had suffered would return to her, and the hypnosis ensured that the feelings of shame, humiliation and violation she experienced as a result would be amplified beyond what she may otherwise have felt.

 

And yet she would be unable to speak, or move, other than to continue standing there and masturbating.  She would continue masturbating until she reached orgasm - however long that took - and then she would once more become oblivious and return to her unaware state.

 

The men loved it.  The look of complete horror on her face when her memories returned was beautiful - and the expression of deep humiliation that followed it, as she realised that she was going to masturbate to those memories until she orgasmed, was even better.  They would watch the thoughts of shame, disgust, violation and arousal play across her face.  

 

The hypnotist said that if she did this every day, within a month she would have an inescapable fetish for humiliation, rape and objectification even if they removed the hypnotic suggestions.

 

The only problem was that Sandra was spending so much time as a sex doll now that she wasn’t getting her work done.  Roger decided that he would need to hire a second girl to help her - and of course, this girl would also need the same conditioning as Sandra.

 

He wasn’t immediately sure how to choose the right girl for the job, but when he advertised he had many applicants, so he just selected the five most attractive and brought them in for interviews - and then he deliberately groped the ass of each of them.

 

Only one girl complained.  And she was the girl he hired….

 

(END)