Brianna arrived at Tony’s office wearing a short flowy aqua dress and pumps. This dress had a built-in bra. She knew she’d soon be naked. She had decided she may as well make it easy to get naked and harder to forget something later. She reminded herself once again to be respectful and deferential. She’d get a rule if she disobeyed. Tony might do dangerous things if she wasn’t respectful and deferential. She knocked.

“Yes, yes, come in Brianna,” said Tony. “Close the door behind you,” Brianna walked in and closed the door. They were not alone. Two other men were in the room, looking at her expectantly.

“Brianna, let me introduce you to the executive producer and chief cameraman of a film we think you could star in,” grinned Tony. “They know who you are. They’re aware of the little psych evaluation you underwent recently. Last night you told me you were planning to create some interesting pictures. Why don’t you show them to us?”

“I… umm… changed my mind, sir,” said Brianna.

Tony laughed. “Such a disappointment! Don’t worry, we can fix that. This fine cameraman will help us. Before we begin, I suggest you think carefully about the possible outcomes of being uncooperative.”

Brianna knew what Tony meant. All three of them understood her situation. Her mind had been altered. She now had a web of rules she couldn’t break. She couldn’t tell anyone what had been done to her, or by who, at the so-called psych eval. She couldn’t resist, complain, or report about sexual harassment or sexual assault. She couldn’t penalize anyone for sexual harassment or sexual assault. She had to meet with her mentor once a week for a training hour, at a time and place of his choosing. She had to be naked during that hour. If she didn’t accept a sexual proposition from a man, her subconscious would make her choose between two new rules. She could remove two rules after having sex with a new man, if the rules weren’t permanent, but after that the rest of the rules became permanent. She couldn’t wear panties. She had to go out to singles bars and get drunk two nights in a row, with up to four days break. Within an hour of not accepting a proposition, she must edge while kneeling nude and facing a fully open door.

If she rejected sexual propositions from all three of them, she would have three new rules and at least one would be permanent.

Tony leered at her and said, “We are beginning my hour of mentorship now.”

Brianna glared at him. She shucked off her clothes and pumps. She was now nude, even shorter, and powerless in a room with three virile men. “Yes, sir, I’m ready for my training for this week.”

“Good,” sneered Tony. “You’ll need to show off your assets. Come over here.” Tony gestured to a part of the office with a neutral background. A stool was lit by multiple photographer’s lights. “Show off your body to the cameraman while he takes pictures. Be creative. Try to seduce the viewer.”

’Yes, sir.” Brianna had to gently place herself on the stool. The stool concentrated her weight onto her butt. Her butt was still sore and red. Brianna was directed to sit naked on the stool, first with crossed legs, next with her legs spread and her best “come hither” face. The camera snapped picture after picture. She sat on the stool and pulled up her legs so her feet were also on the stool, showing her cunt to the world. She went on all fours on the stool. Then she knelt in front of the stool. She offered her breasts. She next opened her mouth wide as if to receive a man’s cum.

She hated it. Before the psych eval she never let anyone take pictures of her nude.

Tony smirked. “Let’s switch to video now. You need to convince your audience that you live to please men’s darkest sexual desires. Let’s start with you down on all fours, legs spread, face down.”

Brianna whimpered, but did as she was told. She remembered that she needed to be respectful — or else. “Yes, sir, I’ll do my best.” She stared at the floor. Fear flashed across her face. She could hear Tony walking behind her. She next heard the jingle of his belt and the zipper of his pants. Tony spoke. “Okay, start the video. Don’t record our faces, but make sure her face is recorded often. Her tits and cunt too.”

“Got it,” said the cameraman. Brianna felt a rough hand under her chin that pulled her face up into the video camera. Brianna realized that she’d better convince the camera that she wanted this. Brianna looked into the video camera and said, “Please fuck me sir, I need it so bad,” and did her best to make it look like she meant it. The cameraman stepped back, getting a wider shot. She felt Tony penetrate her unprotected cunt from the back. He pistoned in and our of her. “Oh, oh, don’t stop, I’m yours. Use me any way you want to, sir,” said Brianna, trying to make herself look desperate to get fucked instead of being desperate to escape. She looked back at her assailant, her… mentor. Tony was having a great time fucking her.

She felt another hand grab her chin and wrest her face back to looking forward. She found her nose and lips were inches from the producer’s fully erect cock. “Suck it,” he said with authority. She whimpered “yes, sir.” She opened her mouth and brought the stranger’s cock into her mouth. She sucked up and down. She did her best to get him to cum. She felt thoroughly degraded. Her gag reflex threatened to turn her stomach. The cameraman kept moving around to get good angles while Tony fucked her cunt and the producer fucked her mouth. After what seemed forever, Tony and the producer came. They gushed into her respective holes. She swallowed the cum in her throat. She could feel her cunt leaking. She felt dirty. She still wasn’t sure if a blowjob could remove rules. It didn’t matter. The two men fucking her hadn’t fucked her before, but all of her rules were permanent. She couldn’t remove any rules.

She felt Tony stand up. “That’s not a bad start. You, stop recording. Go enjoy her, we don’t have much time.” She looked up to see the cameraman looking down at her hungrily. The cameraman said, “Walk on your knees over here, bitch, to give me the best blowjob you possibly can.” She thought, I could disobey this order and only get one rule… but she realized that the others could simply make more propositions. They knew her situation. They could easily decide to make propositions she didn’t dare accept. She couldn’t possibly escape in time, especially while naked and kneeling on the floor. She also realized that until her hour with her mentor was up, she couldn’t get dressed or leave anyway.

She looked up into the cameraman’s eyes and meekly said, “yes, sir.” She walked on her knees, as required. Once she got to him she tried to give him the best blowjob she could. Once again she felt degraded. Her gag reflex made her stomach feel uncomfortable. A gush of Tony’s cum drained from her cunt. She worked to please the cameraman’s cock with her mouth. The whole experience left her feeling humiliated. She could hear the cameraman’s murmured approvals of her efforts. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, bitch, show how good a cocksucker you are.” After far too long he came into her mouth. She swallowed every drop.

Tony smacked her naked ass. “Well slut, that’s a start.”

Brianna winced from the added pain on her sore butt. She kept herself from crying out. “Thank you, sir,” Brianna said in a subdued voice.

“From now on, we will have mentorship training sessions for you once a week Wednesdays, at our usual time, here in my office. That will continue until I say otherwise. Capisce?”

“Yes, sir.” Brianna felt the chains of her mind tighten. She could disobey a sexual proposition from him, at the cost of earning a rule. This was an order she could not disobey. Fear started to bubble up as she realized that sessions like this, or worse, would happen every week. From her position on her knees she looked up at him. She couldn’t disobey. Maybe should could get mercy. She begged, “Please, sir, be gentle with me.”

Tony towered over her. He raised his hand high and slapped Brianna hard across her face with his palm. “Bitch, don’t you tell me what to do. Your job is to please men. It doesn’t matter what you want.”

“Yes, sir,” said Brianna as she slinked back. Her cheek burned. She was terrified and thoroughly cowed.

“Luckily for you, I don’t plan to make these photos and video public. Not now anyway. I’ll share them with some people, of course. I’m also going to keep them as extra leverage, to make sure you remember your place. If you don’t please me enough, expect to see them everywhere.”

Tony grinned.

“Also, come to my house this Saturday, 9pm sharp, for more fun,” he said as he twisted her left tit’s nipple. Brianna squeaked in pain.

Tony added, “Dress up. Disappoint me and there will be consequences so severe you’ll wish you hadn’t. If you displease me you’ll get fucked in ways that will shock the city.”

“Yes, sir.” She was too afraid to say anything else. There was no doubt this was a sexual proposition. She didn’t dare reject it.

“Also, practice every day so your sexual performance for men will be much better by my next mentorship session. Improve the performance of all your holes. Use multiple dildos to practice. Impress me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir, I understand,” Brianna shuddered. Was practicing itself a sexual proposition? It sounded like one. She decided it would be foolish to disobey. Her subconscious was interpreting the rules. Her subconscious loved to interpret the rules in ways that would be worst for her.

Brianna walked out of Tony’s office and made her way to the nearest bathroom. It was empty. She tried to fix up her makeup as best she could. When she was done, she looked a little more put together. She felt that anyone who looked at her would assume she was a whore. Brianna wasn’t sure if there was a problem with her makeup or if it was merely a feeling. It didn’t matter. It was time to go home.

Her phone buzzed. At a glance she saw it was a message from Larry.

« Hi, how about again tonight? »

She scowled. Didn’t Larry have a girlfriend? All her rules were permanent, so having sex with a man couldn’t currently remove any rules. Even if she had a rule that wasn’t permanent, she’d had sex with Larry. Having sex with Larry again couldn’t remove any rules.

She looked again at the text. He’d said “again tonight.” That was a clear sexual proposition. If she refused a sexual proposition from a man she’d get another rule. She desperately didn’t want another rule. Sex with Larry wasn’t that bad, there had been some nice parts. Also, she needed an ally. She’d always tried to be as self-reliant as she could. Now she needed help or these rules were going to keep fucking her life. Larry wasn’t stupid. While he had his own proclivities, Larry seemed to care about her. She kept thinking. She could do worse. She felt a little bad for his girlfriend, but not enough to stop being the other woman. He was willing to cheat on his girlfriend, so he might not keep his promises. Brianna was desperate and willing to take the chance.

“Am I really offering up my body to a man so he can take care of me?,” she thought. Yes, she was. If that made her a whore, she’d be a whore. It was unlikely she’d escape this trap by herself. She normally tried to be independent. Now she couldn’t trust herself. She was her own jailer. Tony was enjoying the situation. She saw no reason Tony would let her escape. Larry might be able and willing to help her.

She felt like crap, in part from all the abuse her body had taken. She might make this work, though, with a little rest. Her rules required her to accept a sexual proposition from a man or get a rule, but she thought she could set the event time as long as she accepted. She sent a message back.

« Yes. Can you come to my place 9pm tonight? »

« Sure! I’ll be there. »

Brianna hailed a ride, again including special instructions for the driver to not talk with her. When the time came, she slipped out of the bathroom and again made it to her ride without incident. Soon she was back home. She snuck into her apartment and collapsed onto her bed. She instinctively curled into a fetal position. She knew no body position could protect her.