Company Puppets

So how did the interview go?" I asked as my wife Carmen stepped in the door.

"Oh, not good, unfortunately. It turns out there's no scandal at Zhao Corp."

"That's a shame. You sounded so sure this morning? Didn't you have those witnesses?"

"Well, sometimes even award-winning journalists get things wrong. Those women must have been lying about the brainwashing experiments. Besides, their testimony is a bit farfetched, isn't it? Zhang Corp is mastering a way to subliminally make women completely loyal to the company, it sound ridiculous in retrospect. I'm honestly a little embarrassed for believing them."

"Don't be sorry Darling. You're still the smartest and sexiest woman I know."

This was true, as well as her intelligence. My wife had an amazing body. Her curly black hair framed her cool brown eyes and plump, kissable lips. Her chest drew glances from men and even some women no matter where she went as she possessed large J-Cup breasts, and this was complimented by her large ass.

"There's a story though," she continued, "only now it's how Zhao Corp is going to revolutionise home entertainment."

"Sounds like you were very impressed."

She leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

"Honestly, I think they're the best company I ever interviewed. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a nap. Work has been exhausting."

The following morning, I went down to breakfast to find Carmen typing away on her laptop while absent-mindedly munching on a piece of toast. I walked up behind her and kissed her neck as I took the opportunity to fondle her breasts.

"No sex this morning for you Mr. I have to close up the Zhao story."

"Are you sure there isn't time for a quickie?" I said, playing with her hair.

"No. Zhao Corp comes first. It is always my number one priority, always and forever."

Okay, that was weird. Maybe she's just stressed. She did say she was up for a promotion at work. Maybe that was it.

I uncoupled myself from her and made myself some scrambled eggs. I was halfway through breakfast when Carmen announced she was going to take a shower. I knew I shouldn't have, but after her strange comment about Zhao Corp being her number one priority, I couldn't resist having a peek at her laptop, which she had left on the table.

The laptop was open to an email addressed to Zhao Corp. I began to read:

Miss Song,

I wanted to thank you for our chat yesterday. It was extremely educational. I am extremely embarrassed by my hostile behaviour at the start of the interview and want to assure you Zhao Corp now has my complete loyalty.

As promised, these are the names of my sources:

Lilly Hardgrove -- HR Manager -- Chicago Centre

Simone Le Blanc -- HR Rep -- Bordeaux Centre

Hai Xia -- HR Rep -- Beijing Centre

If I can help the company in any other way, please let me know and I will obey immediately.

Your faithful servant,

Carmen Moreno.

I was shocked. Carmen never gave away sources. She said that was the first rule of being a journalist and a solid professional. Plus, what did she mean by referring to herself as a faithful servant? Something was weird. My lioness wife wouldn't let anyone call her servant.

My train of thought was interrupted by a reply from the company arriving.

Mrs Moreno,

There's no need to thank me, it was a pleasure changing your mind to the company's way of thinking. My fellow Loyalty Supervisors are speaking to the women as I write this and soon they will be glad you have given us their names.

You have been a good servant, a very good servant.

Come by this evening and we can discuss your new article.

Yours sincerely,

Lucy Song -- Loyalty Supervisor

This was too weird. I decided on the spot to investigate further. I returned to my seat and a few minutes later Carmen returned; she seemed delighted to have received a reply and as she read I noticed her bite her lower lip and let out a little moan. If I didn't know better I would say it was a moan of pleasure. I almost called her out, but decided to hold my tongue until I had gathered more information.

Carmen left for the meeting at three in the afternoon. I took this opportunity to call up Lola Roseford, an old friend of myself and Carmen. Like my wife, she was also a journalist.

I explained the situation to her.

"It's very strange. Look, don't take this the wrong way, but have you two been having money trouble?" Lola asked.

"No, what's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, she wouldn't be the first journalist to take a bribe."

"Do you think Carmen would take a bribe?" I asked incredulously. "And that doesn't explain the faithful servant stuff."

"I suppose you're right. I'll follow some leads see what I can find."

"Thanks Lola, you're a star."

"I call you if I find anything."

The following morning, Carmen's article came out.

Zhang Corp: The Perfect Company

Some say that perfection is impossible. They've obviously never seen Zhang Corp. The plucky upstart company took China by storm. Now it's time for the international market to bow before it.

Their products and so good it is futile to resist the urge to buy their products. So put aside your pride and obey the will of Zhang and purchase all their products.

Zhang Corp is the very...

I pinched my nose and sighed. It was worse than I thought. The article was the most unsubtle drivel I had ever read. How could my wife, the respected journalist, debased herself so utterly?

I tried to speak to my wife about this and the negative effect it could have on her career, but she just shrugged off my concerns at first and then grew irritated when I persisted. I slept on the couch for the next two nights after that.

That night, I snuck out of bed to snoop on Carmen's laptop once more. Once more, there were new emails from Zhang Corp.

Mrs Moreno,

I just wanted to thank you for revealing me to the Loyalty Supervisors. I should never have said those things about Zhang Corp to a journalist like yourself. Now, you and I can help spread the dream that is service for Zhang Corp across the entire world. I love Zhang Corp so much now; I feel I could burst. I want to dedicate my life to them, as I'm sure you do as well.

Yours faithfully,

Lilly Hardgrove.

This wasn't the only email that had been sent. Below it, Carmen's other two sources had also sent emails expressing their newfound love of Zhang Corp. I knew now the brainwashing must be true. They had gotten inside my wife's mind and moulded it like play-dough. I started hyperventilating. Could I fix my wife? Who should I go to? Who would even believe me? Then I remembered Lola. She was my only hope. I could only hope she called soon.

Fortunately for my anxiety, Lola called the next day. I explained to her my brainwashing theory, to which she laughed.

"She's a woman, not some robot to be reprogrammed on a whim. I'm sure there's an explanation that doesn't sound like it's come out of a cheap horror flick, perhaps there using threats or blackmail?"

"Lola, listen to me. You need to be careful."

"Calm down. I've got a lead. A nice woman called Lucy is going to help me sneak into our local Zhang Corp factory."

"Be careful."

"I always am." With that, she hung up. It was only later that I remembered that the name of Carmen's Loyalty Supervisor friend was Lucy Song.

I tried to call Lola. There was no response.

The day after my call with Lola, I turned on the T.V to see Lola sitting on a morning show called Trish-Talk. Lola was dressed in a long black dress that contrasted with the frizzy ginger hair around her face. Not that the dress was bad though, it was tight, showing off the curves of her breasts and was short enough to display her pale toned legs. She was sitting opposite the host Trish, who was blonde and looked to be in her forties. She was smiling at Lola as she asked her questions.

"So Lola, you say Zhang Corp doesn't use sweat-shops?"

"Trish, these attacks have been spread by rival companies who are jealous. I've been a journalist for seven years now and I've never heard something so untrue."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that, its good to know at least some companies are ethical. Now you mentioned earlier that Zhang Corp is working on a new app."

"Yes, it's called Sleepy-Chase. You control a fox chasing a rabbit and have to swipe to dodge obstacles."

"Hasn't that already been done?" asked Trish.

"Yes Trish, but there's a twist. As you dodge, the game emits subliminal messages."

"Subliminals? Aren't those bad?"

"Not at all Trish. You see, these subliminals do nothing but relax and calm the viewer. This means when they stop playing, they can go about their day with fresh energy."

"How marvellous. Now we already know the app is free, but I heard a rumour. I heard the app only works on women. Are women simply weaker willed?"

"Trish, how could you say such a thing? It's just that Zhang Corp hasn't found a way to penetrate men's thick skulls."

Trish and the audience laughed heartily at this.

"Oh Lola, you are so funny. Can we play it today?"

"Unfortunately not Trish. Myself and a few select women have had a chance to play it, but you unfortunate people will have to wait until this Friday to download it onto your phones."

"Well, I, for one, can't wait."

I turned off the television. So Lola was lost to me, a puppet on the strings of Miss Song and Zhang Corp. I had had enough. I stormed into the kitchen and confronted Carmen.

"Carmen, I'm taking you to the hospital. It's for your own good. You've been brainwashed by Zhang Corp."

She looked at me as if I had walked in with a flowerpot on my head.

"Darling, you sound crazy. Brainwashing? That's nuts. I think you need to lie down."

"I'm not crazy. They got to you, then they got to Lola. We need to leave. Please, just trust me."

"Why don't I call Miss Song? I'm sure she can explain everything."

"Okay," I agreed. If I could get Miss Song here, maybe I could overpower her and get her to talk. Carmen made the call and twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door. In front of me was an Asian woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties and she was gorgeous. She was tall for a woman, with long legs wrapped in black stocking and her white shirt looked hardly able to contain her large breasts, that had to be at least DD'S. Her face was stern with thin red lips and her black hair was tied in a tight back-bun.

"You're Miss Song?"

She nodded.

"You're Carmen's husband?"

I nodded.

Then, with no preamble, she pulled out a dart gun and shot me. My eyes opened in shock and for a few seconds I clawed at my neck, stumbling about like a mad-man. After a few seconds, I pulled the dart out of my neck, holding it out defiantly while staring her down. I was trying to hide the fact that my legs felt like jelly and my head was swimming.

"You are a strong-willed man." She said with a smirk and on that confident smile, my hope died. "I shall enjoy breaking you."

She shot me with two more darts. I looked down at my chest with the feathered darts sticking out of it, then back at her for half a second. Our eyes met just in time for me to fall backwards onto the floor and drop into a deep and dreamless sleep.

I awoke tied to my bed. I was naked and had catheters pumping some sort of pink serum into both my arms. I also, for reasons unclear to me, was desperately aroused and had a raging erection; it begged me to stroke it, but with both my hands tied, all I could do was pathetically struggle like a fly trapped in a spider's web.

Ten minutes later, Miss Song entered the room.

"Ah good. You're awake." Then, with no fuss, she unbuttoned and discarded her shirt and bra. Her breasts looked magnificent uncovered, and I was so horny that wanted to forget all about Carmen and bury my face in those soft mountains and kiss her perky nipples.

I struggled against my bonds futility and my cock began to twitch. Miss Song only laughed at this.

"I see the aphrodisiacs have had time to infiltrate your body. It's a special formula of mine. I could seduce a eunuch if they'd been injected with this first."

"What are you going to do with me? You can't keep you tied up here forever, you stupid cow."

"I'm going to show you the same subliminals that I showed your wife and friend. Soon you'll be a devoted, loyal servant of Zhang Corp."

"Those subliminals only work on women, idiot. They said so on Trish-Talk."

"Normally they wouldn't work. After an orgasm, however, a man's mind is nice and open. Then I'm going to mould you to my will and you will love me for it."

She wrapped her finger around my cock and began to slowly move up and down my shaft. I tried to think of my wife, but the drugs were too strong and I moaned in pleasure.

"Good, that's it. Let the pleasure take over your mind. Once you cum, you're mine."

She stroked harder now and as she did; she leaned in, causing her breasts to fall in my face. She smelled of strawberries and I helpless began kissing her soft breasts.

"That's right Puppet. You love my breasts, just like you'll love Zhang Corp soon enough."

I wanted to tell her to shut-up, but that would require me to remove my mouth from her breasts. I continued to kiss them with all the passion of a first love.

She kept stroking with one hand, my cock feeling like it was about to explode. With the other hand, she pushed her breasts even closer to my face, enveloping my vision.

I could see nothing but her breasts, not that I wanted to see anything else. I could smell nothing but her perfume and I breathed in her scent greedily, like a drowning man sucking in air. All the while this was happening, I could feel nothing but her hand jerking me off.

I cummed. I cummed harder than my wife or any of my exes had ever made me cum. My hips thrust up and down, humping the air, as semen streamed out of my cock and poured everywhere. Then I lay back, still and utterly exhausted.

Miss Song kissed me on the forehead and pulled back from me. "Very good", she purred, as she took some goggles out of her back pocket and placed them over my eyes.

She pressed a button and for a long time I knew nothing but spirals. They were so beautiful and they were telling me what to do. A small voice in the back of my head told me to resist, but I was too tired to listen.

I woke up to someone pulling the goggles off me.

"Miss Song?"

A part of me was terrified that it was her; another part of me was desperate to feel her pleasure. The tubes were still dripping the aphrodisiacs into me and I was hard once again.

"Yes Puppet, it's me. How are you feeling?"

"How do you think I'm feeling, you bi- Miss Song?"

For some reason, I couldn't call her a bitch. Sure, she was my enemy, but I respected her all the same. She was a powerful and intelligent woman, in some ways, I admired her.

"And how do you feel about Zhang Corp?"

"They're trying to hypnotize me, so obviously not that great, ButTheyMakeSuchGreatProducts."

The last words seem to tumble out of my mouth unbidden, but I couldn't wholeheartedly disagree.

She smiled. "We've made some progress, that's good, but you're not the simpering pathetic mess of a man I want you to be. So another round it is."

She then abruptly left the room, leaving me alone, but not for long. A minute later, Lola came into the room, completely naked.

Her body was lithe and toned and you could tell she liked to keep fit. Her breasts, although much smaller than Miss Song's, were still solid c-cups and her nipples were pierced. Her ass was humble but firm and she had a thick ginger bush to match her curly mess of ginger curls on her head.

"Lola, please, you've got to get me out of here."

If she heard me, she didn't care. With no foreplay, she simply crawled on the bed and began kissing my cock. My cock twitched in pleasure with each heartfelt smooch.

"Lola please..." I begged as she began licking the shaft, but I couldn't finish, as I gasped in ecstasy.

She then took my cock in her mouth and as her lips hugged my shaft, her tongue darted around my cock, sending up sparks of lust to my brain. I don't know if it was the drugs or if Lola was just that skilled, but this was the best blow-job I'd ever had.

Finally, she pushed past her gag-reflex and deep-throated me. I'd never seen a girl give a blowjob with such determination. Her mascara began running down her face as her eyes began to water, but she pushed on.

She came up gasping for air, but only for a second before she resumed the blowjob. Up and down she went, and the ecstasy spread through me until it enveloped my entire body.

I grunted and ejaculated down her throat, filling her with a huge load. She spluttered and choked briefly before withdrawing her head and swallowing all the cum in her mouth.

Then she picked up the goggles from beside me on the bed and placed them on my head.

Once again, there was nothing but spirals and I welcomed them into my mind.

An unknown amount of time passed before my goggles were removed once more.

"Miss Song," I said, genuinely delighted.

"Hello there Puppet. Time for your check-up. How are you feeling?"

"Great, I'm so glad you decided to do this to me."

"You're welcome Puppet. Now how do you feel about Zhang Corp?

"They're the best. I love all their products and would do anything to help their success."

"Excellent. Do you miss you old life of freedom?"

"A little, but I'm mostly happy to serve."

"Hmm... a little? Better do one more round to make sure."

Once again, she left the room, but this time Lola didn't enter, Carmen did.

She too was naked and her whole body was on display from her plump and large behind that jiggled a little with each step to her large breast with the large areolas.

"Miss Song says you're nearly fixed. I'm so glad. She's given me the honour of fucking the last shadow of resistance out of you."

She crawled on top of me, her breasts swinging like pendulums as she moved. She settled facing me and smiled as she slowly lowered herself onto my cock.

Her pussy was tight, and she began to gently rock back and forth and slow waves of lust washed over me.

She leaned down and kissed me, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.

"Soon we'll be together in service to Zhang Corp," she whispered in my ear.

Her rocking grew more rough now, and we both found ourselves panting and moaning.

She kissed me again hungrily, and I returned the kiss with vigour while she ground my cock into submission.

She stared me intensely in the eyes as her thrusts became more fast and fluid. They seemed to order me to cum, and I obeyed. My semen filled up her pussy and as she got off me, the semen overflowed out of her and onto the bedsheets.

"You be happy in servitude," she assured me as she fixed on the goggles once more.

The goggles came off a final time. Miss Song stood over me. She has all the looks of a goddess to me now, and I wanted to throw myself at her feet and worship.

"How are you Pu-?"

"Oh, please let me serve you and Zhang Corp." I begged. "Please. Please. Please!"

Miss Song laughed at me and began to untie me from the bed.

"Okay, I think you're ready."