Jenny's Way - Pt. 06

All the offices at LabRoot were dark. The last employees had long since gone home and the only sounds echoing through the pitch-black corridors were the gentle creaking of the building's air conditioning system. That is, except for a soft light emanating from a single office at the end of the main hallway. This was the office of a young woman named Jenny, who was the company's Operations Officer. In the hierarchy, Jenny was only third from the top. None of the big decisions made at the company were made without her explicit input. Jenny was both respected and feared for her position and personality. Tonight, however, was different.

Victor lay comfortably across the black leather couch under the office window. Outside, the sky grew increasingly dark as the Sun slowly dipped over the horizon. He held Jenny's phone in his hand and opened her messenger app to send a text to Jack. "Candace fucked up another project I gave her. I'll be home later. Love you, -J." He smiled slyly as he pushed send. He wasn't sure if that was how Jenny spoke to her husband typically, but it sounded nice. She didn't want Jack thinking that his wife was cheating on him even though she technically *was* cheating on him, although not of her own choosing. Despite what Jenny thought of him, he wasn't a completely heartless bastard. He had no intention of ruining her marriage. In fact, he was certain that his instructions for her to take better care of her husband had already returned dividends between them. He resisted the urge to flip through her phone and look at her photo gallery but decided that there would be plenty of time for that later. Besides, playing on Jenny's phone would distract him from the live show that was happening in her office. Victor looked over at Jenny, his gracious host.

Jenny had been nude except for her nylons and her shoes since Victor's arrival several hours earlier, but things were much different for her than before. The first thing he'd done was restrict her ability to speak. Instead of gagging her, Victor had rewired her brain to be unable to process spoken words. Instead, he replaced all sounds she could make with cat meows. Whenever Jenny would try to speak, nothing would come out of her mouth except a soft "meow" sound. She panicked at first, but Victor assured her that it was only a temporary condition contingent on her behavior. With her voice effectively silenced, Victor had ordered her to crawl on the floor of the office to complete a series of demeaning tasks. Most of the initial tasks involved pet-style tricks like sitting up straight, putting her hands up to beg like an animal, and bending over to present her ass like an animal in heat.

None of the assignments were as degrading, frustrating, and exhausting as the one she was working on. In addition to modifying her voice, Victor felt that a physical challenge for her would help to strengthen her understanding of the rules. Now, Jenny crawled across the floor carrying watermelon-sized tits. Each of the mammoth udders likely weighed as much as a fully-grown watermelon. They were perfectly round and fit nicely with her body, but they were incredibly obscene, dragging easily on the ground as she crawled across the floor. These were the tits of fringe porn stars whose entire lives were dedicated to having men gawk at them. The sheer size and weight of them made the task of crawling around on the floor incredibly painful and exhausting. But crawling was only part of the exercise because for the last hour, Jenny had been crawling from one side of her office to the other: dragging her mammoth globes underneath her fragile frame. At one end of the office was Victor’s glass vial. It was the one he'd presented to her at their first meeting; the vial she'd used to try to convince Emma to go to the police. And here it was, standing up straight on the floor of her office. 

Jenny crawled over to the vial and turned her body around so as to position herself right above it. Then she slowly lowered herself down on to the small vial; pushing it carefully between her pussy lips and into her vagina. Her watermelon-sized udders made this part painful but she had enough practice after an hour to push her legs out further to get her soaking-wet pussy closer to the floor. "Meow," she cooed quietly in humiliation as she slowly lifted her hips from the floor, making sure to keep the vial safely tucked away in her pussy. She then proceeded to crawl slowly and methodically over to the other side of the office. With each movement she felt the weight of her tits holding her down. Each movement of her legs was frustrating as she worked to keep her pussy lips tight so that the vial would not slip onto the floor. After what seemed like an eternity, Jenny reached the other side of the room. She turned her ass to the wall and looked over at Victor. He was still watching her from the couch with a look of pure amusement on his face. "Meow," she said softly. Jenny spread her legs and slowly lowered her pussy so that she could place the vial on the floor. Once it was on the ground, she lifted her hips again and crawled over to Victor. "Meow," but he said nothing to her, which was his signal to do it again. 

It had been like this for hours. Jenny crawled back and forth on the office floor with her watermelon tits and using her soaking-wet pussy to move the vial from one side of the room to the other. With each movement, she would crawl up to Victor and give him a submissive "meow". Getting no response from him, she resumed her exercise. To make things worse, it seemed as though she was becoming more turned on as the night progressed. The task of picking up a small glass vial and moving it to the other side of the room with her pussy was already a sick and difficult task. But the added wetness brought on by her increasing arousal added another level of frustration and difficulty. She needed to cum, but she knew that it would be a very bad thing for her. Plus, she wasn't sure if she could cum. She wondered if her orgasms were under his control as well, but this wasn't the place to find out the answer.

"You probably think I'm a horrible guy," Victor told her. She listened carefully to his words but continued to crawl back and forth across the floor, moving the vial with her pussy. "Objectively, that's a true statement. I mean, look at Emma. She's at home tonight by herself in her home. She worked hard to buy that place and she's not even allowed to wear clothes when she's there. And she needs my permission to suck a dildo so that her brain doesn't melt." He chuckled a bit. "That whole premise is a stupid as she would be if I kept it from her, to be honest." He turned his gaze to Jenny and her glistening cunt. "And then there's you. Lovely little Jenny whose life is tied to swallowing my cum. So, yeah, objectively I'm not a good guy. Which presents a problem for you." He sat up on the couch and placed her phone back on the desk. "What you fail to realize is that I know what kind of person I am. I know who I am and what I'm capable of. It's you, the little cum slut with the dripping pussy that doesn't know who she is. In a way, I'm here to show you who you really are." He watched as Jenny lowered her pussy once again and set the vial on the floor. "That's enough. You can stop now." He could see the relief in her eyes.

"Meow," she said softly.

"Come over to me." Jenny crawled over and knelt in front of him. "I guess you want your voice back, right?"

"Meow," Jenny replied and shook her head in agreement. 

"Okay, you can speak now."

Jenny's eyes welled and she burst into tears. Victor watched her, unphased by the display. "Please..." Jenny tried to speak, but she was exhausted and partially disoriented from hours of crawling on the floor.

"I didn't think I would have to explain it to you, Jenny," he said. "Do you honestly think that going to the police would stop someone like me? I can affect your body or anyone I want without physically being around them! You could be sitting at home and find yourself with porn star tits before you finished your dinner if I wanted! Or I could leave you with the intelligence of a two-year old child! Or even worse, just erase your memory completely and leave you drooling on your tits in the corner." She wiped tears away from her face as he continued to lecture her. "We obviously need to make a few more changes."

"Please..." Jenny cried. "I'm sorry, Sir. Whatever you want, Sir."

Victor couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked. This once powerful woman was now on her knees, with obscenely large tits, and covered in tears and leaking pussy juice on to the floor. Through it all, Victor thought she was beautiful.

"Emma didn't even have to tell me," Victor said. "In fact, she still hasn't said anything about your little meeting. But I knew about it and I know everything you tried to pull with her. Fortunately, she's a very good girl and is happily at home deep throating her pink dildo for the next few hours. She's certainly earned it." He scoffed. "And you. You've certainly deserved the disgusting display you've put on here as well. I couldn't help but see that this little exercise turned you on."

Jenny was so humiliated that she barely responded to his words. She was acutely aware that every movement she made caused her mammoth udders to shift and sway. She was nothing but an obscene tit monster. "Do you like your new udders?"

"Yes, Sir," Jenny lied. "Jenny loves these giant cow udders."

"If I was a *real* asshole, I'd leave you with them. I'd make you carry those fucking things around for the rest of your life. Every time you stepped out of your home, you'd be the subject of gazes from men and women. You'd be the object of desire for so many horny people out there and there would be no way to hide them. Nobody would care about your name, your wants, your hopes, your dreams. All they would want is to grab those massive fuck bags on your chest. But that's too easy." As he spoke those words, her watermelon-sized tits began to recede back to her normal size. She breathed a sigh of relief and ran her hands across them to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Then she felt a sudden ache in her pussy as warm juices ran down her inner thigh. "Yeah, that *did* turn you on,” he chuckled, “But you won't be cumming because I took your ability to orgasm away. In fact, you won't be cumming anytime soon without my explicit permission. And to get my permission, you're going to have to be a very, very good girl."

"Oh, no, Sir. Please don't." Jenny begged. "Jenny has learned Jenny's lesson. Please don’t stop Jenny from cumming!" She sounded like a broken robot or a child begging not to be punished; the humiliation was numbing.

"No, you haven't. But you will. I can't help you with how horny you are. Although I'd say that since you're unable to cum, you're going to be *very* horny throughout the day. That should be interesting."

"Yes, Sir."

Victor reached out and gently ran his hand through her hair. "My expectations stay the same for now. You know your dick sucking schedule and I expect you to stick to it. Both me and your husband. No more orgasms for you unless I approve them. You continue to be supportive and nice to your husband. You now have a new dress code. I expect you to wear skirts no longer than half an inch above your knees. High heels and matching nylons are, of course, mandatory. At home for bed, small lingerie or night shirts made of thin or sheer only. Make sure that you always present yourself as ready and available as the object of sexual pleasure you are. And lastly, you're forbidden from wearing underwear from now on unless I allow it."

"But, Sir..."

"Don't worry about bleeding all over the place or anything. I've taken care of that for you. You don't orgasm or ovulate without my permission. There are many women out there who would be thankful for that, I'm sure."

"Thank you, Sir." Jenny said softly. "Jenny will obey. Jenny will not be defiant anymore. Jenny doesn't want to be turned into a crawling tit-monster, Sir." 

Victor gently ran his hand across her nipple and Jenny shuddered, but she was so horny from her ongoing humiliation that she enjoyed it. It horrified her that Victor’s physical touch turned her on even more. He said nothing as he softly fondled her tits, making sure to pay careful attention to her soft, pink nipples. For as much as he hated this woman, it was hard to resist her sexual charms. She was stunningly beautiful, a perfect sculpted brunette to compliment Emma, his redheaded sex doll. They were both powerful women who, in his eyes, were pussy-deep in learning a better way of living.

"Does Sir want to fuck Jenny?" The words terrified her, and she immediately looked around the room in panic. Where had THAT come from? She hated Victor so much, but she was so horny that her mind was growing foggy. Maybe if she let him inside of her, he would let her have an orgasm before going home. 

Victor was also surprised by the offer as he smiled and pinched her nipple. Jenny winced. "It's hard, isn't it? Feeling so immensely turned on with no outlet. You've spent the last three hours meowing like a cat and crawling around on the floor using your pussy to carry a glass vial from one side of this room to the other." He leaned in closer to her and admired her ruined makeup and reddened eyes. "Yes, I want you to clearly remember that little exercise. I want you to revel in how much it turned you on to be a Titty-cat. How much your pussy dripped with excitement when you were nothing but a gigantic set of cow udders crawling back and forth to use your cunt like a cup to carry a vial of my cum around." 

Jenny's eyes widened.

"That's right, little one.” He reached down between her legs and grabbed the vial from the floor. As he lifted it, he gently ran it across her dripping pussy lips, across her tight tummy up between her firm tits, and then used it to outline her perfect red lips. "You won't go home hungry tonight. The vial has been filled with your antidote all evening. Let's celebrate the end of your Titty-cat time with a drink, shall we?"

Jenny shook her head in silent agreement. She took the vial from Victor and began drinking it down without hesitation. She swallowed the cold slimly liquid down as quickly as she could. When she was done, Victor instructed her to throw the vial into the garbage can. Happy that she wasn't ordered to use her pussy to carry it around the office anymore, she tossed the glass vial into the waste basket where it made a soft crunching noise, obviously breaking on impact. She looked up at Victor with defeated eyes. They were glassy and pleading, exhausted from hours of physical and emotional humiliation. 

"I guess we have time for one last thing," he said. Jenny shuddered. What else could he have planned for her? Didn't he ever get tired and want to go home? Victor unzipped his pants and pulled out his rock-hard cock. "I know you're horny right now, so let’s use that to our advantage." Jenny looked at him with concerned, pleading eyes. "Don't worry Jenny, I'm not going to fuck you. I want you to get over here and lower yourself to my cock. I want you to rub the tip of it against your clit and use it like you would use your finger or another toy. Don't put it inside of you, but you're going to use my cock to masturbate. Do you understand?"

"Jenny understands." She stood up and walked over to him. Her back, legs, and chest were achingly sore but her humiliation was obviously far from over. Bracing herself with her arms on the couch, she lowered herself down to where her pussy was just slightly above his pulsing cock, doing her best to hold back feelings of remorse and revulsion. She reached over and grabbed his cock and began to rub it gently against her aching clit. The feeling of euphoria was almost too much to bear. She was shocked at how good it felt for his cock head to run against her soft, pink clit. She felt herself getting even wetter and her pussy lips ached and convulsed under the movement. She wanted so badly to shove him deep inside of her, but his instructions and her disgust held her off. She looked down and saw Victor with his eyes closed and a big smile on his face. For some reason, part of her felt a warmth and satisfaction knowing that she was making this man feel so good. It was a purely primitive and erotic feeling, unlike anything she had felt before. Any sense of identity, of strength, humility, or pride had been erased from her ego and replaced by the singular desire to get herself off with this beautiful fuck stick rubbing between her legs. Jenny moaned softly as she pushed his dick harder against her clit.

She was dripping wet and Victor's cock easily slid over her. She moved him faster and faster as she felt herself coming closer to climax. Finally, the feelings of aching that had plagued her body were going to be released. She just need to get Victor to cum first and then she would find release. She moved him faster...faster. His precum and her pussy juices mixed to create the perfect glide over her pulsing red clit. She was desperate to cum. She needed to cum. Victor was her master. She was devoted to him. Jenny was a good girl. Jenny need to cum. Jenny's clit needed to be released. Jenny's clit belonged to Victor. She was thankful for Victor's attention. 

Suddenly, she felt Victor's cock pulse and he let out a soft groan. He shuddered and she felt the warmth of fresh cum spurting from his cock and covering her clit, but she didn't stop. She continued rubbing his cum-covered cock against her clit harder and harder, trying desperately to push herself over the edge. Her body trembled and she felt like her heart would stop as she approached climax. She was finally going to cum with Victor's dick against her pussy and his cum being rubbed deep into her pussy lips. She felt a pulse in her body and she shivered.

Suddenly, Victor opened his eyes and smiled sweetly at her. "Thank you, Jenny. We're done here."

Jenny's heart stopped in horror. She instinctively let go of his cock and it slid easily out of her pussy lips, leaving a string of warm cum stretching from her bright red clit to Victor's semen-soaked cock head. Her mind was foggy and she was breathing heavily. Her hair was matted against her shoulders and sweat glistened from her perfect tits. Victor wondered what she would look like bouncing up and down on his cock with the watermelon tits she had earlier, but it was more of a playful thought than any true intentions he had. "Oh, my God!!!" Jenny cried out as she fell to her knees and begged. "Please, Sir! Please don't leave Jenny like this! Please let Jenny cum! Jenny is trying to be a good girl! Jenny hurts. Jenny needs to cum."

Victor said nothing as he guided the shaking and desperate nude woman off of him. He stood up as a glob of cum dropped from his cock to the floor. "Not tonight, Jenny. Lick up that cum from the floor and then use your togue to clean the rest from my dick. You're getting a double-dose of antidote tonight." Jenn obediently bent down on the floor to lick up the cum spot in between sobbing and trying to catch her breath. She then started licking the remaining cum from Victor's cock. She could taste it mixed with the sweet aroma of her own scent and she found it strangely arousing, which only exacerbated her current sexual frustration.

As she finished cleaning his cock, Victor put it away and buttoned his pants. "Please, Sir. Please let Jenny cum. Jenny will be good."

He patted her gently on the head. "I'll see you at your next appointment, Jenny. Keep being a good girl for me. You can get dressed and go home after I leave the office. And make sure to throw away your underwear before you leave. You shouldn’t keep things at home that you don’t need, right?"

"Yes, Sir," Jenny sniffled in complete defeat. 

Victor opened the office door and left Jenny naked, crying, and filled with two loads of his cum on the floor of her own office. She was a broken vision of feminine beauty and he'd never been happier.