Team-Building

by LexianTepes

Tags: #cw:noncon #dom:male #humiliation #microfiction #sub:female

Nobody likes work reviews, but Lisa’s about to find out how great they can actually be.

My first submission to this site, a quick piece I started for a friend, hope y'all like.

It was too early for this. When was an appointment in the morning not too early? At least it was just Evan, anymore people and she might have just called in sick. She checked herself in the webcam, the last few moments before they were due to talk; was there anything in her teeth? Was her hair neat? Anything up her nose? Was her makeup tidy?

All good. Now let's please just get this over with so she can go back to her hiding hole. Within minutes Evan's voice came from the computer. 'Hey', his face a hideous jumble of pixels. 'Thanks for waiting, am I coming through okay?'
'Audio yes, visually no.' His shape flickered again.
'Oh, okay, give me a minute.' His screen turned to black before lighting back up again. 'Is this better?' 
'Still pixelated.' 
'Shit, okay, I'm just going to do this meeting with my camera off, is that okay?'
'Whatever works.' 
'Thank you. But if you're ready to get started we can jump in?'
'Let's do it.'

Lisa sat and listened to Eric's presentation, 'Improving Morale and Boosting Collaboration', the most cliché topic she could think of. Always one of those things a corporation would say to pretend they were making changes, but in reality were doing jack-shit. Still, while personally she hated it, professionally she needed to do it. 

'Okay so this next part is going to be a bit more interactive,' he straightened himself in his chair. 'Can I ask you to just humour me and follow along?'
'Whatever helps you run smoother.'
'Alright, first thing, please get comfy in your chair, whatever that means for you and can you please close your eyes.' 
She complied. 
'So what this is going to be, is some guided meditation to reduce stress and energise yourself.' And the cliche's just kept on coming.
'So first, please take a big breath in,' he inhaled with her. 'And a big breath out,' again in tandem with her. 'As you do so, feel your muscles start to unwind, untense, just sink deeper into your chairs. That's great. 
'And now, for every breath you take, find that feeling of relaxation deepen, making you feel lighter, happier, more serene, more tranquil, just as you breath in and out. 
'And find that the more relaxed you become, the easier it is to breath,, the easier it is to breath, the easier it is to relax, and focus and follow along with my words. You're doing so well.'
Strangely she felt it, there was a bizarre serenity in listening to what he was saying, and more so is she did feel her body slipping and sliding down. 
'And the longer you listen the more you feel like you could just . . . DROP.' He snapped his fingers and her mind plummeted. 

Her consciousness was in this strange new realm, one that, for all its ambiguity, was strangely comforting. That she was lost but felt safe and sound, dazed and dreamy as if in that sweet place before drifting off to sleep. And there was something else down here. Warmth. Not the warmth of a bed, but a warmth from within. From her crotch. Tempered at first, a shadow of something to cum. And the longer she spent in this depth the hotter she got, that bundle of electricity starting to surge through her veins. 

Her hand, whether her real or her dream hand, shot to her crotch, feeling the moisture that already glossed the inner of her thighs and started grinding on her palm. God, it felt so good, this was just what she needed. She hadn't cum in so long she'd been hornier than she realised. But the hand wasn't enough, she needed something inside her, more than just her fingers, she a great throbbing member to ravish her -- no, pound her. Treat her like a piece of fuck meat. Dig into her until she was a broken, blank, empty fuckdoll. The yearning inside of her brought tears to her eyes. Please, someone, fuck me.

'And wake', Eric's fingers snapped again. 
Rape-Meat shot up, a line of drool hanging from her chin. That was embarrassing
'How are you feeling?' Eric asked with a smug smile.
'I feel really good, thank you, Sir.'
'Good girl.' The words tingled her clit. 'Can I just debrief with you?'
'Of course, Sir.'
'Some questions: What's your name?'
'Rape-Meat, Sir.'
'Are you sure?'
Why was he asking that? Of course she was sure. She hadn't ever been called by anything else. 
'Yes Sir, I'm sure.'
'Wonderful, next question; how long have you been with the company?'
'For forever, Sir.'
'Good girl, last question what is your job title and description?'
'Office Stress Relief, Sir. To offer all my holes to any members of staff who need to release some stress however I can. For larger cases I can offer more specific services. Whatever it takes to make sure are staff are well-treated.' 
'Wonderful, thank you so much for coming to your review Rape-Udders. We just need a new ID photo, please look into the camera while I sort that, and CUM!'
She exploded as the webcam captured her image, the leather of her chair running in her juices as her tongue stuck out and eyes crossed, tits bare. 
'Perfect, in which case I will see you in the office on Monday, remember to wear something lose, easier for the boys to get at.'
'Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.'
The meeting ended. God, Rape-Meat was so excited. She couldn't wait to help all the boys with all their yummy cummies.

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