“Good morning, everyone!” Crimson sang as she walked through the doors. She clutched onto her handbag, which contained all the work essentials - laptop, notepads, pens, wallet, ID… plus anything she needed for that day. Plus snacks for the office, or home baked treats if she had the time.
It had been about half a year since she began work at Virility Industries. She wandered around the tech sphere, trying to find a use for her engineering degree, before landing in the perfect job. Crimson, above all else, wanted a job that helped people. It was at the top of her list, and yet, proved quite a high bar to set. She was just about to start applying for some megacorporation, before she got an offer out of basically nowhere. 
Near the beginning of the year, she bumped into the CEO, Heather, at a coffee shop. Heather took an interest in her, and the rest was history. Crimson often wondered why exactly Heather had her eyes on the young PhD graduate… but it didn’t matter. She liked all her coworkers, the work she did meant something, and she was treated well.
Mostly well.
Crimson was about to set her stuff down, before she saw someone approach her. “Hi Rose!” she greeted her with a beaming smile. “How are you today?”
“Good, good, and how are you?” Rose had been hired about a week or so before Crimson, and they had become quick work buddies. They’d often get drinks together, lounge around during break times, and exchange fun quips.
“Couldn’t be better,” Crimson responded.
“Well, great, because I’m about to make your day even greater.” Crimson furrowed her eyebrows and looked quizzically at Rose. Rose pulled from behind her a heart-shaped box. Immediately, Crimson knew it was a set of chocolates - she had such a weak spot for chocolate. 
Crimson gasped as she was offered the gift. “Wow, that’s so nice! Are these for the office?”
“Nope,” Rose winked, “a gift from me to you. Besides, no one else here likes caramel.”
“Wow, thank you so much!” Crimson happily took the chocolates. As grateful as she was, something chipped away at her mind. “What’s the occasion, though?”
Rose paused. “Nothing,” she said. “Just for being great.”
Now that gave Crimson a weird feeling. She recited, “well, thank you! They look delicious!” 
“Yeah.” Crimson couldn’t help but notice…something in Rose’s eye. “See you at lunch?”
“Oh!” Crimson gasped. “Yeah, it’s Wednesday!” Always lunch-with-Rose day. “See you then!” Suddenly, she felt a tad better. Maybe that was why. Maybe she wanted Crimson to hold onto the chocolates so Rose wouldn’t eat them all. But… Rose didn’t have a sweet tooth, and Crimson was much more likely to do so. She hated that she felt suspicious. Obviously, Rose wouldn’t be up to anything scandalous. Right?
“See you then,” Rose jolted Crimson out of her thoughts, before she calmly walked away.
Crimson had to ponder, though. A random gift out of nowhere was real kind, even for Rose, but… it was a bit sudden. And she didn’t have a good reason. Or, really, any reason. Briefly, Crimson did some calculations in her head. There wasn’t anything Rose was trying to get out of Crimson, right? She knew they were working on different projects, but—
Crimson was jolted out of her thoughts soon enough. Another individual approached them - Iris. Crimson hid the chocolates behind her computer and greeted her supervisor. “Morning, Iris!”
“Good morning, gorgeous.” Crimson nearly gasped. Gorgeous? Gosh, high praise coming from someone as pretty as Iris. Crimson instinctively curled up, shying away from the compliment. “You seem pretty happy today.”
 “Ah…” Crimson internally panicked. “I guess my coffee was just made real good today, h-huh?”
"Yeah." Iris flashed one of her award-winning smirks down at Crimson. "And I'm about to make your day even better."
"H-huh?" Before Crimson could ask any real questions, Iris pulled something out of her bag. She showed it off - Crimson's jaw dropped. It was a perfume from her favorite brand, but it was far from cheap, and in fact was one of their exclusive mixes. "N-no, I can't accept that!"
"Shhh," Iris shushed her. She put a finger to Crimson's lips, silencing her in an instant with the sudden contact. Iris grabbed Crimson's hand, held it open, and placed the box in it. "Accept the gift, cutie."
At this point, Crimson's cheeks were entirely red, her body felt on fire, and her heart raced at the speed of light. Generous gestures, mildly inappropriate contact and language... what was going on? Crimson forced the cogs in her mind to work, saying, "well, thank you! That's so, so kind of you, Iris. But... why?"
Iris's hand trailed down Crimson's face, lightly scratching her skin. "Because you're cute," she said.
Crimson expected her to walk away with that. But Iris wasn't done. With quickness, her hand reached behind Crimson.
And grabbed her ass.
Crimson couldn't help but let out a small shriek. Iris retreated her hand instantly. Alarm bells rang in Crimson's mind, and she tried to ignore the sound. Her body clenched together with anxiety. Crimson's mouth hung open, trying to think of the words. "I... I... what did..."
"See you later," Iris said smugly, before walking away. For a couple seconds after, Crimson was left babbling incoherently, shaking her head lightly.
Crimson instantly collapsed in the chair by her desk. Distantly, she remembered to place the perfume on her desk so it wouldn't get lost. But she couldn't think about the perfume. The adrenaline in her body slowed, and she began to think. Maybe she was imagining things... a phantom sensation or something? But she definitely wasn't imagining Iris's pet names, or the random gifts she received.
She inhaled. Exhaled. Inhaled... exhaled... she was okay. No one at her job would possibly hurt her. Crimson composed herself. She twirled her chair to her computer, and turned it on. Soon enough, Crimson was lost in her work. During her day, she got to work on technology that would help people. That sense of goodwill got her through her anxiety. Her mind had let go of the morning's weirdness, though she felt a nervous hole in the bottom of her stomach.
Crimson began writing descriptions of prototypes. "The Ride Mane is a reproductive device, utilized with the user on top of a strap-on, focused on the pleasure of the user..."
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When she got into the conference room with Rose, she noted it was a little strange that Rose hadn't brought any food. Rose claimed she ate beforehand. "I just got really hungry," she claimed, "but feel free to eat in front of me. I won't mind.
"Oh, um, okay." Crimson swung out one of the chairs and sat down. She pulled out her lunch box. She had meal prepped the evening before - her lunch included a delicious salad bowl, all her favorite ingredients included. Of course, she also brought a small dessert - a fruit cup - and a bottle of mango nectar. A lunch packed for a good day. Sadly, the day hadn't quite lived up to her hopes.
Rose stopped her. "Wait, don't start eating yet. I want to tell you something."
"Um..." Crimson raised an eyebrow. Why couldn't she tell Crimson while she was eating? Crimson tried to ignore the bad feeling she got around her usually-genuine coworker. "Y-yeah? What's up?"
"Come closer." There was a certain steel behind Rose's voice that Crimson couldn't ignore. Like it was a stern order. Her heart pounded with fear. What was wrong? "I don't want anyone to hear."
"...Okay..." Crimson murmured with hesitation. She wheeled her chair closer to Rose, and leaned in. Crimson spoke under her breath, "what is it?"
Rose leaned in. Her lips were dangerously close to Crimson's ear.
She spoke.
"Doll mode."
Once those words were spoken, Crimson felt something switch off in her. Her body was completely frozen. Her jaw hung slack, immobolized as well. Crimson's mind held on for just a brief moment, as if she was holding the edge of a cliff, before that slipped as well.
She functioned in a trance. Crimson was barely aware of what was going on, and somehow, she still felt nothing but fear and anxiety. She saw Rose in front of her... her coworker... just what was her coworker intending to do with her?
Crimson was about to have that question answered. Rose looked at her with a triumphant grin, and exhaled, "wow, the boss wasn't kidding."
"Huhh...?" Crimson slurred out. She wanted to ask an actual question, but her mind wasn't giving her that, let alone her vocal chords.
"Don't worry, dear. Just go blank. You don't need to do anything but what I say." Rose's tone sounded completely different. Usually, she was just as sweet as Crimson, if not a little more confident. But this version of Rose, Crimson didn't know. "Get on the table."
Crimson's body worked for her. She stood up from the chair. Her limbs, her muscles, her entire body worked like an obedient puppet. Crimson hopped up just a little, sitting herself down on the table. Her vacant eyes stared into Rose's. All she could do was mindlessly wait for her next command.
"Lay back."
Even as Crimson's mind screamed, she followed the order. Her back laid down against the cold table, her arms motionlessly to her sides. Crimson's lungs worked a little quicker, only a little, for she still couldn't really understand what was happening. She had a feeling, though. A bad feeling.
Rose didn't have to tell Crimson to do anything else. She lifted up Crimson's legs, her coworker not putting up much of a fight. For some reason, she could tell what Rose was about to do next. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Crimson regretted wearing a dress that day. Rose's hands crept up Crimson's legs. Crimson wanted to believe Rose would hesitate, but she didn't. Rose's hands hooked to the top of Crimson's panties. She pulled down, giving her free access to all of Crimson.
"Good doll."
Crimson gasped. Those two words did something to her. A brief, yet powerful, burst of pleasure shot through her. Suddenly, her crotch tingled with anticipation, with need. No. She didn't need this! She didn't want this, right? But, she couldn't protest. She couldn't even form the thought. Rose slipped Crimson's panties off, and stuffed them in her suit pocket. "I'll be keeping these," she snarled sadistically, "you know. In exchange for the chocolates."
Crimson's legs shivered, but she couldn't do anything else. Rose dropped her handbag on the chair next to her. Before violating Crimson's body any further, she opened it, and reached in. Her vision was blurry, and she had a hard time registering it, but... that seemed to be one of the prototypes she helped develop. She had been quite proud of it while presenting it - it was a spreader bar combined with a fillable strap on. Had this been any other situation, Crimson would have loved to try it. Not here.
Dimly, she noticed something. That was the former prototype. It had been tossed - at least, Crimson thought - and rebuilt to be more...
Instinctively, she closed her thighs. Rose didn't allow for that. She grabbed one of her ankles, and strapped it into the device. Crimson felt her head shake, but she couldn't do much else. Shortly after, Rose locked her other leg in. Crimson couldn't think well, but she still knew how her own inventions worked. Especially the prototypes.
Crimson's eyes rolled towards the machine. Something was different. The strap attached to the center of the spreader bar had been swapped out - for something much larger, and much more realistic. It was already lubed up, too. Her legs clasped further, but the machine worked as it was built. As a kink device, it was designed to only spread the victim's legs further apart if they attempted to shut their legs. Her breath heavied. She couldn't do anything. She was powerless against her own invention.
She was powerless against Rose.
"You know, the whole office has had their eyes on you, right?" Crimson didn't know that, but Rose kept speaking. "Had it not been for *the law*, I'm sure you would have been scooped up sooner." The machine pushed down further. The strap was dangerously close in front of hole - only inches away. "But..." Rose snickered. "Let's just say we got permission."
Questions raged through Crimson's head. The tip of the strap teased her lower lips. If she were more aware, Crimson would probably be a sobbing wreck. But she was black. Unaware. Allowing this to happen. Her legs were spread further as the device began to enter her. Crimson had always been on the smaller size. A machine that size, she would have never been able to take it. Rose didn't seem like she'd care about that.
She pushed further.
And further.
Crimson's breath became gasps, moans, grunts. Quiet ones, at first. But soon, the girth of the strap overwhelmed her, and within seconds she was panting like some common whore. Her body was pressed further into the table. Rose leaned over Crimson, smiling at her with a coldness, an evilness. Crimson tried to close her legs. Her body hadn't registered the fact it was only making her situation worse.
"Wow, you *are* tight," Rose whispered. "I predicted right, I guess. Hope your pain tolerance is high, babe." It wasn't, but Crimson wasn't sure that would have mattered anyways.
        It didn't take much longer for the strap to be stuffed deep in Crimson. Crimson's breaths grew scattered. Instinctively, her vocal chords tried to work, tried to reason with Rose - but all that came out were incomprehensible murmurs. All Crimson could do was lie back as she allowed her own machine to destroy her.
Rose showed no mercy. Her hands worked fast, faster than Crimson's body could adjust to. Every thrust of the machine burst deeper inside her. Every thrust brought Crimson's body closer to the edge. She wanted to wake up. At least, she thought she did. But just as any coherent thought began to form, a particularly violent thrust would destroy it.
Faster. Harder. Deeper. More and more, every second, Rose overwhelmed Crimson further and further.
"I've got this thing prepared," Rose said, "all to the brim, and a bit more. Want to see?"
Rose didn't wait for Crimson to answer that.
The first loan of psuedo-cum flooded her hole. Another one of Crimson's inventions - and the one she was most proud of. Genetically engineered cum. A substance that both mimicked the sensation, the texture, the color. And, a substance that was capable of impregnating people. As she was being stuffed, Crimson didn't think of that last part. All she could think about - and she could *barely* think - was being stuffed to the brim with the substance.
Just as she thought she couldn't be stuffed any further - and just as, dimly, she thought the thing was empty - Rose pulled out a syringe. A huge one. Not one for people, one for the machine. As expected, it too, was filled up with psuedo-cum. Rose showed it off with a smirk, "got another few loads for you, cutie."
She put it into the machine. Rose began thrusting again, pushing out some of the cum from Crimson's hole. She thrusted, and thrusted, and thrusted, until she felt satisfied, and dumped another load of cum in Crimson. Even then, she wasn't done. Even as Crimson leaked whatever was left, her hole sucking up whatever it could. Rose brought out another syringe, filled with two load's worth. Crimson's hole felt stretched - both from the size of the machine and the volume of the substance. She couldn't take anymore. And yet, Rose kept giving, and giving, and giving.
Until Rose felt satisfied. "That should do."
Finally, Rose pulled the machine out of Crimson. She unclasped it from her legs, allowing Rose to collapse onto the table. Her crotch leaked the substance all over the table. Some of it dripped to the floor.
"We can't have that evidence here, though," Rose said. "Get on your knees."
Crimson complied. As soon as she got off the table, her legs collapsed. Rose manipulated her body to face her to the table. "Lick," Rose ordered. Crimson, bound to obedience, complied. She could taste it. It tasted the same as regular cum, too.
"Make sure to swallow all of it," Rose snarled into Crimson's ear. Once again, she complied.
"When I bring you up, after this room is clean, you're going to go back to your desk. None of this happened. You'll wonder why your hole is dripping, and why your panties are gone..." Rose smiled. "You can just chalk that up to your forgetfulness."
Crimson didn't respond. She couldn't. Hypnotically, her lips wouldn't work. Not to mention, her tongue was busy. Once she licked everything from the table, Rose put her heels on Crimson and pushed her into the ground. Without even needing to be given an order, Crimson licked the floor dry. She swallowed every drop.
"Good doll." Crimson shivered, feeling that same rush of pleasure once more. "Stand up."
Once again, she complied. "Go back to your desk, and sit down. Once you do, you'll be back to normal. Don't forget... this was all normal. This is all part of your job. It's a normal day for you. Understand?"
Weakly, Crimson nodded. Even nodding took a herculean effort, with how exhausted her body felt. Rose ushered her up, and led her out of the room. She had already leaked everything out that, thankfully, Crimson didn't leak anything into the halls.
"Nice having lunch with you," Rose sang.
Crimson nodded. Rose left, and the second she did, Crimson collapsed into her chair.
The world flooded back to her. Crimson's eyes widened, her mind awakening once more. What had happened? She... had gotten lunch with Rose, like usual, had she? Crimson shut her eyes and tried to remember. She couldn't remember much.
Faintly, she remembered herself laying on the table.
Rose pounding her with her machine.
Her cunt being filled with cum.
But... no, that wouldn't have happened! Rose wouldn't do anything like that. Crimson tried to garner where her mind got those memories. She felt sick to her stomach. For some reason, she could taste the psuedo-cum she developed long ago on her tongue - not the most pleasant taste, to say the least.
And...
She had no panties.
Crimson gasped, and clenched the fabric of her dress between her thighs. How could she be so forgetful? And... why did she feel like she was dripping? That wasn't like her. Crimson even remembered putting her panties on - her favorite floral set. She felt humiliated, like an indecent slut.
Surely no one did anything to her.
No one at this company would do that.
Crimson gulped, hoping that no one noticed her lewd mistake. She began typing at her computer. Her eyes glanced to the chocolates Rose had gotten her. On any other day, they would have looked irresistible.
But for some reason, she didn't want them right then.
Crimson tried to ignore her horribly perverted thoughts, and worked on her next project. It was just a normal day in the office. A normal day, working with the best team she'd ever had.
Right?