Chapter Two

My eyes fluttered open, and my mind wandered in disorientation. It took a moment for me to recognize how much trouble I was in. I was positioned on my hands and knees, metal restraints keeping my wrists and ankles firmly in place. There was a headset placed over my eyes, with a frozen image of hardcore porn taking place. No matter how much I shook my head, I couldn’t loosen the display over my face. I noticed a display in the top left corner of my vision: ‘Running Perfect Employee Protocol. Phase 2 of 3. Total Progress 42%.’

Perfect employee? Phase two of three? What the hell was the first protocol? I tried to struggle, but the restraints held firm. I could sense that I was still wearing the unforgiving waist trainer and ballet boots, although the uncomfortable plug inside my ass had been thankfully removed. My entire body felt sore, especially in my chest and face. There was also a dull ache down my throat, along with both lower orifices.

I was no longer wearing the large ball Sarah had gagged me with, and I opened my tingling lips to call out, only for a gruff voice to speak before I got the chance. “What the hell. Who the hell paused the program?” He said irritably before a whirring noise echoed in my ears, and the frozen display in front of me began to animate again.

A phallic rod immediately slid between my lips with ease, pushing inside my mouth. More alarmingly, two more similarly shaped objects shoved firmly inside my new pussy and asshole. As much as I attempted to struggle, the sex toys pushed their way inside of me. Unable to ignore the scene in front of me, there were three slaves servicing their Masters. The first slave was on her knees, giving her Master a delicate blowjob, the second was on her back as her Master fucked her pussy, and the final slave was on her hands and knees being fucked in the ass. To my horror, each time the cock pushed inside these slaves’ holes, the dildos inside of me would do precisely the same, alternating in turn as they did. Even more disturbing was the spark of pleasure emanating from my new clit each time a dildo slid in, no matter which orifice it was fucking.

As time progressed, the video continued, and the faceless men started fucking their slaves more vigorously. The dildos entering me matched their pace, and I began to imagine that I was actually being fucked by those men. The thought repulsed me, and I shook my head wildly in another futile attempt to shake off the headset. A soft feminine moan escaped my penetrated mouth, with my clit buzzing with intense pleasure during each thrust.

I could hear a slut cry out with whorish need, the moans getting louder and longer. It took me an embarrassingly long time before I realized those slutty noises were emanating from my own mouth. I immediately attempted to stop mewling like a bitch in heat when the cock fucking the pussy suddenly came inside his slave, and I felt the dildo inside my new pussy leak a substance inside of me. As soon as the ‘cum’ shot inside of me, I screamed out as the sensation in my clit buzzed mercilessly; an overwhelming orgasm ran through my spine, forcing me to shake in a pleasure I had never felt before. Each time the fake cock squirted inside of me, the groundbreaking pleasure started all over again. I felt like I was about to faint when the man in the video eventually pulled out of his slave, causing my orgasm to subside.

I wasn’t given any time to recover from the unrecognizable experience I had just received when the man receiving the blowjob exploded inside his slave’s mouth. I had a pretty idea of what was coming and tried to prepare for my own mouth to taste the substance, and sure enough, a gross salty solution shot deep down my throat. What I wasn’t expecting was the violent vibrations on my clit to resume, forcing me into yet another wild orgasm. Every time the dildo shot its load deep inside my throat, a new series of vibrations ran through the sensitive clit and spread throughout my body.

I felt mentally numb, witnessing the man withdraw his cock from his slave’s mouth, allowing the dildo in my mouth to halt and my second wild orgasm to end. Even in my daze, I knew what was coming next. My vision blurred slightly as the tears from the forced pleasure filled my eyes, but I could still watch the image of the final man fucking his slave’s ass shout out in a Neanderthalic groan before emptying his load inside her ass. I felt the strange sensation of the cool fluid hit deep inside my ass in unison with the video, the buzzing on my nub recommencing with fury and pushing me into another wild full-body orgasm. The latest orgasm seemed to continue forever, forcing me to cry out in mindless ecstasy until the man on the screen finally withdrew from his slave.

I panted heavily when all three dildos pulled back, sliding out of each of my orifices. For the first time, I noticed the display in the top left of the screen had updated: ‘Running Perfect Employee Protocol. Phase 2 of 3 Complete. Total Progress 66%.’

My vision fell into darkness with the program installed in the headset coming to an end. I heard two sets of footsteps entering whatever room I was being held in and approached my bound body. One of the visitors worked on unlocking my cuffs, and the other pulled the headset from the front of my face. I squinted my eyes, trying to protect them from the bright lights inside the sterile room. If this is what the ‘dungeon’ looked like, they should consider renaming it. “My, she’s a pretty one.” I heard a voice speak. “The modification team did some good work on her.”

“I heard she was sent here by Mr Masters himself. Now, stop ogling and help me get her up.” The second man responded. Modification team? Was that phase one? What had they done to me? I didn’t need to wait long to find out when both men took a shoulder and guided me off the bench. Standing on my tiptoes, my jaw dropped when I stared in awe at the image before me. If I still had a cock, it would have hardened instantly.

I saw the familiar blond hair that had excited me the first time I witnessed it materialize on Sarah’s head. However, now it appeared fuller and more wavy than I remembered. Sarah’s familiar green eyes shared an expression of both fascination and horror, although her eyebrows were now extremely thin and arched into a comically surprised look. The most dramatic alteration to her face was her lips. Not only were they painted an enticingly glossy pink, but they looked dramatically plump, perhaps three times larger than Sarah’s original lip size.

Tearing my eyes away from the inviting cocksucking lips, I briefly stopped on the Control Collar still wrapped around her neck. Moving further down, I let out a shocked feminine gasp when my eyes rested on her breasts. I had loved the moderately large size of Sarah’s D-cup breasts, but these new orbs were obscene. I had no idea how large they were, but they must have been at least an F-cup and looked almost perfectly spherical, sitting high up on her chest. They were decorated with a small hoop piercing in each puffed-out nipple and a gold chain loosely connecting both piercings. It was challenging to tear my eyes away from the pornstar tits, but I continued to examine her body. The tight, restrictive red corset remained, but the g-string had gone, as had her thin strip of pubic hair, now completely hairless. Her clit was pierced with a slim golden stud piercing, and her ass looked about double in size, round and firm. Finally, I carried my eyes down to those damn red patent ballet boots keeping my feet trapped in such an unforgiving position.

The man to my left, clearly the leader of the two, approached me from behind when I was distracted by the body in front of me; it hadn’t sunk in that this highly sexualized body was currently mine. I was brought back to reality when the pressure of the muzzle of a gun pressed against the back of my neck, just above the collar. A faint pinching hit me when the man pushed the trigger and injected something inside of me. I immediately grabbed the back of my neck, noticing the long, glossy pink claws on my hands for the very first time; those nails were entirely impractical.

“What the hell was that?” I cried out, still unaccustomed to the soft feminine tone coming from my mouth.

“That was a ControlCorp Behavior Chip,” the other man said, grinning before me. He placed a finger on his lips as if he were letting me in on some secret. Don’t tell anyone, though. The media would have a field day if they discovered we used a competitor’s product to control our employees.” Behavior chip? I had never even heard of a product like that. As if he read my confusion, the man who shot the chip into me spoke again. “There are three levels, controlling an aspect of your behavior more as you move through the levels. We have been instructed to leave you on level one, which means you can’t stop yourself from obeying your work superiors.” I gasped in shock as he explained before he followed up. “But why would a bitch want to disobey her superiors anyway?” He shrugged. “Right, let’s get the rest of your outfit back on and take you back upstairs.”

I had carefully planned Sarah’s uniform all week and never felt as delighted as I did when I first witnessed her wearing it. Now I was in her modified body, I had started to regret my choices. Both men left the room to allow me to change in peace, and I got to work, eager to get upstairs and sort all of this out. If Sarah had somehow switched our bodies, she could switch us back.

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The two men had dropped me off at my office door before leaving me on my own. I knocked on the door but didn’t wait for an invitation, my ridiculously manicured hand pushing down the handle and letting myself in. I was forced to take mincing steps; the chain attached to my nipples jingled faintly with each careful step. My enhanced derrière swayed seductively, the red jeweled plug deviously reinserted inside my ass, only this time I felt a faint pleasure buzz against my click with each step I made.

“Wow, Hugh—I mean Sarah—just what have they done to that body?” I heard the familiar voice I had used for the last thirty years. I had to step carefully with the weight of my chest, attempting to push me forward, but my solution of arching my back forced me to thrust my chest out even further as if I were inviting anyone to touch it.

“How is this possible, Sarah?” I reached the desk and slammed my hand on the surface, causing my chest to jiggle. “You could get in a lot of trouble for this. Your freedom could be forfeit.” I tried to warn her. The government took the moderation of technology that could upset the balance of power exceptionally seriously, and this was definitely one such technology.

Sarah, in my body, leaned back in her chair. If my warning scared her in any way, she certainly didn’t show it. “Why would my freedom be forfeit? They don’t sentence men to slavery.” She was openly mocking me, and she knew I was taking the bait. “But I’ll tell you what. As we are alone, I’ll happily explain everything.” I raised an eyebrow; I could sense a but coming. “I’ve been informed you’ve received some conditioning down in the dungeon, and those lips look like they are begging for cock.” I didn’t like where this was going. “I’ve been waiting to use this new cock of mine, so how about you give me your best blowjob while I explain everything.”

I scoffed at the comment. I had worked with Sarah for a decade, her soft lips teasing me the entire time, and I never had the effrontery to suggest she suck my cock at work, no matter how many times I thought about it. Suddenly, as I parted my lips to give her another piece of my mind, I felt a sudden zap in the back of my neck just above the collar as if I was stung by a wasp.

I gasped when a foreign thought entered my mind in Sarah’s sweet voice: ‘I must obey my superiors.’ What the fuck? There was no way I was going to obey this bitch. She may have stolen my body, but she was still a feckless woman inside. She was certainly not my superior and never would be.

I felt another powerful sting in the back of my head, and the phrase repeated itself in my mind, more confidently this time: ‘I must obey my superiors.’ I looked up at my own grinning face staring down at me. Once I get back inside my body and have her taken away, her life of freedom will be coming to an end. Wait, why am I looking up? How did I end up on my knees? What was going on?

As I resolved to stand up, I felt another sharp sting in the back of my neck more violently than the previous two, and that aggravating voice sounded inside my mind again: ‘I must obey my superiors.’ I wasn’t going to do it. I gasped when the piercing in my clit vibrating, shooting a spur of pleasure throughout my body. My new green eyes widened in dismay when I realized why I experienced the abrupt pleasure. The man’s cock, my cock, was held deep inside my mouth. I could taste the fleshy skin of my large appendage. My plump lips enveloped the member like a tight seal, and I involuntarily gasped again when my clit vibrated once more, with the cock pushing back before sliding further inside my mouth. I looked up at Sarah pleadingly.

“Those eyes tell one story, but those needy moans tell another.” I heard the sound of my masculine voice mocking me. I started bobbing my head up and down on the cock, as if my muscle memory knew precisely what to do. “Mmph!” I called back, hindered by the cock filling my mouth.

I heard Sarah chuckle down at me. “Did your parents not teach you to never speak with your mouth full?” She taunted, placing a hand on the back of my platinum blond-haired head. “Now, I presume you’re wondering how you ended up in this position?” She asked rhetorically.

“When the Female Slavery Act came into force when I was a child, my father insisted that it wouldn’t last long. He believed that the public would reject it and overthrow the government.” I continued to taste the fleshy, rigid member as Sarah spoke. “But the revolution never came, and every year, things only got worse for women. I continued to study hard in the hope that one day this nation would come to its senses; there were even rumors two years ago that the government was prepared to add an amendment allowing women to take on management roles.” It was increasingly difficult to focus on Sarah speak with my pussy writhing in pleasure.

“Once I discovered the rumors were just misinformation on social media, I knew I had to do something… God, you’re good at this.” I felt the cock twitch and tasted the salty precum on my tongue. I had received enough blowjobs in my life to know that it was nearing its end. “Anyway, I spent the last year working in secret, developing the technology I needed to change things.” She continued to explain.

“It was difficult figuring out how to work without your knowledge; you always took a perverted interest in me.” I heard her masculine voice take a more sinister tone. “When I read the uniform policy memo and found that box you left for me, I knew I had to step up my research.” I moaned out again when I felt both of Sarah’s large hands grab the back of my head, pushing the cock all the way down my throat. I was dismayed to find out that my gag reflex had disappeared entirely. “So I worked tirelessly all day on completing the mind transference technology despite my colleagues staring at me the entire time.”

She paused, using her large hands to fuck my mouth, and I heard her unapologetic masculine moan ring in my ears, quickly followed by the warm salty seed exploding down my throat. Directly after I felt Sarah cum inside my mouth, my eyes widened as my own orgasm started throughout my body. Originating in my clit, the intense pleasure spread to every cell in my body, subjecting me to a full-body orgasm, even more potent than when I was bound in the dungeon.

Sarah’s orgasm seemed to take forever, far longer than I ever remembered cumming, and my own mind-numbing ecstatic pleasure matched her own. Eventually, I heard Sarah’s grunts ease up, and the seemingly endless stream of cum halted, allowing my own orgasm to cease. I panted heavily while Sarah pulled my prized cock out of my mouth, grinning down at me.

“Anyway, I implanted the technology in the security update I sent to your watch. I never had a chance to test it on the mice, so I had no idea it would work.” She brushed my hair out of my face, my mind in too much of a daze to react. “I’ll let you compose yourself and get used to your new role in life. I have a few things to take care of.”

Sarah arose from her seat and looked down at me again. “Ohh, I forgot. You said there was one more piece to your new uniform, right?” She reached for the smartwatch lying on the desk and tapped away. I shook my head as my face tingled, that thick, gooey liquid rubber sliding inside my mouth. It forced my lips to part wider and wider, but instead of filling my mouth, the liquid concentrated on the entrance of my mouth, hardening into a thick plastic ring with straps tightening around my head. I found that my tongue was free to exit my mouth, but it was impossible to close my mouth. That bitch had fitted me with a ring gag.

“Aghhh,” I squeaked out in protest. Sarah placed the watch back on the desk and stepped towards the door. She glanced back at me kneeling behind her desk before leaving me to my own devices.

I took a moment to recollect myself before struggling back to my feet, using the large desk as support. What had just happened? Why did I suddenly find myself on my knees with a cock down my throat? Was this the result of that chip they shot into the nape of my neck?

I steadied myself on the painfully strict ballet heels. I knew I was in trouble. As much as I dared not admit it, Sarah was one of the most intelligent people she knew, and possessing his body meant that people would suddenly listen to her. As I wobbled away from the desk, something abruptly caught my eye. My control watch was sitting there on my office desk.

“Aghh,” I bit against the rigid ring inside my mouth and hobbled back to the table, picking up the watch. Men wealthy enough to own the all-in-one control watch made it a habit of keeping the device on their wrist at all times, as you never know when you may need use of it. Being a woman, Sarah likely never even contemplated carrying the watch with her outside the office, fortunately for me.

Attempting to get past the lock screen, I was unable to pass the biometric checks. Fortunately, there was an emergency passcode option. I felt a moment of victory when I sensed the control watch vibrate in my hand after successfully pushing in the 8-digit code. Flicking through the apps, I loaded up the Control Collar app, selecting the removal of the ring gag.

I watched in the mirror as the collar reacted to my command and began dissolving the hard plastic that kept my mouth wedged open. Despite my elation, my face looked perpetually surprised with my eyebrows’ high-arched shape and protruding overfilled lips. Tapping away again, I attempted to deactivate the Control Collar altogether and frowned when an error message appeared: ‘Error. Biometric Identification Required.’

I would have to wait to be rid of the collar altogether, but regaining the ability to speak would make it possible for me to convince Mr Masters of my plight. If I could convey how dangerous this technology is and how it could upset the balance of power, Harold was sure to put it right. That bitch is not going to know what hit her.

Teetering towards the office door, I checked the coast was clear. Sarah was nowhere to be seen, so I headed for the elevator on the other side of the corridor. There was no time to waste; I needed to reach the top floor and fix this, not just for me, but for men everywhere!