Chapter 10

“How we doin’ Benny baby?”

Lucy and Ben were alone in her office. She wore a pink latex dress that cut off at her mid-thigh and pushed her breasts up into a spectacular vista. The dress perfectly matched her pink hair, and white platform heels and matching stockings gave the outfit a mixture of innocence and filth that sent Ben’s mind racing. He sat in a chair while she looked out a window across the city.

“I, I’m ok I think.”

“You sound nervous Benny. What’s wrong sweetie?”

“I feel so good working here, I do, but I never even told my friends where I am.”

Lucy walked from the window to where Ben was sitting and placed a hand on each armrest, leaning over him and placing her heaving chest directly into his line of sight.

“Am I not making you feel good enough Benny?”

Lucy’s tone sounded saccharine, but there was something else there. Undertones of frustration.

“You do, I feel good. I love the way you make me feel. But it feels wrong to just ignore them.”

Lucy removed her hands from the chair, stood up straight, and turned around, placing her latex-clad ass in front of Ben’s widening eyes.

“Even for this ass Ben?”

Lucy began to rock her hips back and forth, and Ben found himself following the motion, swaying his head from side to side.

“I… they’re my friends.”

“Benny, we’re your friends now.”

Lucy sped up her motion slightly and looked back at Ben. She smirked, seeing his eyes locked on her body, and placed a hand on her left cheek, squeezing the latex. Ben squirmed. His cock was rigid.

“My friends need to know where I am.”

“We do know Benny, you’re here with us. Take out your cock and let me explain while you stroke it for me, ok?”

Ben obeyed, pulling his cock from his trousers and stroking it to the rhythm of Lucy’s swaying behind.

“Isn’t that better Benny?”

“It feels good, Mistress.”

“And you know who your friends are?”

Ben kept pumping his cock, but didn’t speak. He felt the tiniest spark of clarity, like light flooding into a dark room through a pinprick. His friends. He and they hated this place, this company. He needed to tell them where to find him. He needed help. He was being brainwashed.

“Benny, look into my ass and listen. You belong here. We are your friends. You obey me completely.”

Ben shook his head, but he couldn’t pull his hand away from his penis.

“You’re just a slave Benny, a drone for CaliaCorp, for me. That’s what you want to be. That’s why you came here.”

His hand behaved unhelpfully, and the pleasure coursing through him as Lucy gave that cute, sexy smile overcame his defenses. The light faded.

“Good boy Benny, remember the programming. Remember everything now. Remember what you are.”

Ben’s mind flooded with images. Him kneeling, him watching brainwashing videos. It should have been enough to quell his arousal, to send him running from the room and out of the building but the memories of Lucy were there too. Perfect, pretty Lucy. Mistress Lucy. Ben wanted to work for her. Ben didn’t want to think. Ben loved working for Lucy. Obeying Lucy and serving CaliaCorp. The memories were like shockwaves, rippling through him, sending wave upon wave of pleasure down his body, making his cock tremble and his hands shake. He needed to obey Lucy. It was more important than anything.

“You remember now Benny baby, don’t you?” asked Lucy.

She gave her cheek another squeeze and grinned. She could see Ben’s glazed eyes, the haze falling over his mind, the cum trickling from the head of his cock. He was more resistant than she’d expected, but it was time to end that.

“Yes Mistress,” Ben droned.

“Now Benny, you’re going to stroke that enslaved cock to the edge, and when I push my ass into your face, you’re going to give it a little kiss, and cum for me. Once you do, you’ll know the truth, that CaliaCorp is where your friends are. That you don’t need your old life. That all you need is us. Do you understand my little drone?”

“Yes Mistress,” Ben said.

“Good boy, harder now for Mistress. No thinking anymore. Only mindless obedience. CaliaCorp is more important than you, than your past, than anything. You exist to serve CaliaCorp, and serve me, your perfect, sexy boss. Who you can’t get enough of. You love working for me don’t you Benny?”

“Yes Mistress,” Ben groaned.

He stroked his cock and staring blankly at Lucy’s pert behind. The latex of her pink dress slid upward, revealing the curves at the bottom of each cheek. Ben was utterly enraptured by the sight.

“Such a good boy for me, now before I press my perfect ass into your needy lips, you’re going to repeat after me, ok?”

Lucy gave her behind a slap and Ben nodded his agreement.

“That’s a good boy. Repeat; I exist to serve CaliaCorp.”

“I exist to serve CaliaCorp.”

“My identity does not matter.”

“My identity does not matter.”

Ben was ready to burst. His cock stiffer than he had ever felt and he wanted to kiss Lucy’s bottom. More than anything in his life.

“My friends are all at CaliaCorp.”

“My friends are all at CaliaCorp.”

“My past doesn’t matter.”

“My past doesn’t matter.”

“Good boy Benny, one more thing… I submit to Lucy’s perfect ass.”

“I submit to Lucy’s perfec–”

He didn’t finish the sentence. Lucy pressed her latex-covered rear into Ben’s face, and he planted his lips on it. Immediately he felt an orgasm rock his body. He came all over Lucy’s legs. He didn’t notice, or care. His cock twitched and leaked as he kept kissing her ass. That was all that mattered to him. All he needed to do. He tried to remember what he was thinking about, what Lucy talked about with him before things got so hot and steamy but all he could picture when he tried to remember was her perfect, perky butt waving back and forth, and that seemed much nicer to think about than anything else.

“Now Benny, you’re going to do three things for me. You’re going to clean this mess up with your tongue, on your knees. Then you’re going to forget everything that you were worried about and only think of how you can serve CaliaCorp. Finally, you’re going to fall into a relaxing sleep for one hour, wake up and go home. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress,” Ben mumbled between kisses.

“Good boy,” said Lucy, “get to it then.”

Ben dropped to his knees instantly, and when he next had a conscious thought, he stood in the foyer of his new apartment with a big, idiotic grin on his face, and a terrible taste in his mouth.