It turned out to have been a PBCAK alright -- Simon had been dumb enough to hit a malware link masquerading as an ad for viagra, and it was only luck that the ransomware hasn't worked. It make for a 'fun' hour -- showing Julie how to fix it (not that it really mattered, but it was nice to feel her over his shoulder) and castigating Simon not to be so stupid -- if not in those words.
By mutual agreement, the two grabbed some snacks from the machines in the lobby before moving back up to his office: the moment they were alone in the elevator, she was pressed pleasantly against his side. He casually skimmed his hands over her breasts, half-lidding her eyes in delight. "Is it always like that?" She asked, softly.
Mark nodded. "Roughly half the time, yeah. Problem is between the keyboard and the chair. Mostly, I think, It's because a lot of the staff didn't grow up with this sort of thing."
She nodded in understanding as the elevator dinged - quickly stepping back from him as others stepped on board -- and the conversation paused until they returned to the second floor, and the door closed behind them in his office. "So, Master," she said, half-falling against him -- quite deliberately, he was sure - "What's the plan for this afternoon? You did mention using my tight little ass..."
He glanced at the time: just after two -- and gave her a regretful smile. "We have Marie visiting in less than an hour, kitten. I do have more sisters for you to meet, though... if you want to join Stacey in coming home with me?"
She pouted most properly, but behaved herself, nodding in agreement before turning to the laptop he'd pulled out of storage to keep an eye on their seed money and brainstorm business ideas, while he monitored the network. Soon enough, however, his sensor gave a beep, and a moment later there was a knock at the door -- with a nod to Julie, she rose and opened it, giving him his first good look at the other new intern.
He had been peripherally aware when the two were hired -- he'd been responsible for setting up their accounts for the server, after all -- but other than briefly seeing her from behind during their orientation, he'd not gotten a good look at the redhead: he had mostly become familiar with Julie when she was put on front desk, after all. So as the two walked towards him, a slightly nervous smile on Marie's face, he took the opportunity to check her out.
She was slightly taller than Julie -- he guessed close to 5'7" - with a wave of curly red hair down to her shoulders, a scattering of freckles around a heart-shaped face, a pert little nose under dark green eyes, a generous bust -- roughly the same proportions as Julie -- and indeed, absolutely gorgeous legs. The fact that he could see them, however, was another point towards the idea she'd been hit with the video. Because she was not really dressed to work in the mail room.
Her blouse was tight, the top three buttons undone, and he could see hints of the lacey bra underneath: a bright red, the outline could be seen through the thin white fabric, and the curve of her breasts suggested they were barely contained. The pinstripe skirt she wore was a stab in the right direction, but it ended at mid-thigh -- lovely, athletic, creamy thighs, he had to admit -- and the heels were again, just skirting the edge of 'business' and drifting into the territory of 'night out'. She was hitting the very edge of the dress code to look sexy -- much as he'd instructed Julie to -- and while it could be personal choice... Well, it was suggestive.
He gave her a smile, rising to offer his hand. "Marie, Isn't it? I'm Mark, I handle IT here -- Julie's been assigned to help me today, she's been telling me wonderful things about you. It's really routine -- I just need you to watch some of the new training videos I'm putting together, so we can gauge their impact."
Julie nodded in agreement, a warm smile on her face. "It's pretty straightforward, really. I've seen them all, and they were very illuminating!"
"Sure!" Marie replied, brightly - she really had a most fetching smile. "It won't take too long though, will it? They really need me in the mail room."
He rather hoped the redhead didn't catch the undertone of Julie's comment -- it happily had been sifficiently opaque - pulling out the tablet he'd requisitioned and setting it before her, headphones plugged in. "Not long at all, maybe fifteen minutes? You need to use this -- Julie and I have our own work -- but give it a watch, and we'll discuss it when you're done, okay? Use the headphones." A gentle smile as she followed instructions, apparently eager to get it over with, and hit play.
She dropped into trance without any delay, no confusion or disorientation -- confirming that she had already been exposed -- and that in all likelihood, there were unwitting agents of the group behind this working in the building. Happily, he had a plan for this, but it was still a problem.
Julie watch with avid eyes as the busty redhead was turned into her sister-slut. "Yes. Obedience is pleasure. Yes. Pleasure is obedience. Yes. Obedience is pleasure. Yes. Pleasure is obedience. Yes, I would love to be yours. Yes, I would love to obey. Yes, I would love to serve you. Yes, my mind is open. Yes, my mind is empty. Yes, fill my mind. Yes, own my body."
The words spilled from Marie's mouth in an increasingly aroused tone, as Master's custom video worked it's magic. Julie loved all her sisters, and could not wait to introduce their new one to the others. Maybe Master would take her home with Stacey as well?
Mark watched as his personal conditioning took hold, his cock getting hard as he scanned her athletic form -- He rather wanted to see her in a swimsuit, thinking on it. He blessed his foresight for having put in the trigger to recall what else had been done to them, and he focused on the need to do that as soon as she was done baking -- he had all the time in the world to enjoy her after this. First priority had to be to get out from any attention by the creators of this technique.
"Yes. I understand. Yes. I acknowledge. Yes. I remember. I obey. Resistance is unpleasant. Resistance is disgusting. Resistance is like being smeared with shit. I hate resisting. I loathe resisting. I will never resist." Marie's hands were openly roaming her body, pulling open her blouse to expose the lacey bra -- slut red, the uplift barely covered her nipples, and looked like something from a porn store: the central clasp unlatched as she pressed on it, baring her bouncy tits to his eyes as she mashed and mauled herself with need. She was close to the end -- out of the corner of his eye, he saw Julie watching with eager anticipation, and couldn't help but smile.
"I am and have always been bi. I have always wanted you to own me, to master me. I love you, I love my sisters, I want my sisters. I want your babies. I need... I am your stupid fuck slut, and I need your cock in me, master!" She exclaimed this with a wail of desire, shaking in need as the video ended. Rapidly pulling out the earphones and stumbling onto the desk before Mark snapped out the needed command.
"Maintenance time, fuck slut," he said, and watched as she sat back down, and -- while still clearly aroused -- listened to her speak in a monotone.
"Slave was instructed to register an account at Sexslavesforsale.com." She recounted, "Also to accept the offer of free streaming equipment. Slave was instructed to ensure Marie dreams of being a Camgirl, to get off on men watching her. Bidding for her. Buying her. Slave was instructed by previous assignment to dress like an office slut. Slave was instructed by previous assignment to bring condoms to work every day. Slave was instructed by previous assignment to ensure Marie takes sexy photos before bed every night and send them to assignment. Slave was instructed by previous assignment to look out for other women to be office sluts. Slave was instructed to ensure Marie wears slut lingerie every day under office clothing. Slave was instructed to ensure Marie streams herself on the site at least an hour a day, advertising that she is a slut for sale, doing what she is told by viewers except reveal her location beyond city or provide contact information."
She lapsed into silence, and he traded a worried glance with Julie: now he knew the second stage between that first command and being put up for sale on the site: there were a few things he needed to clarify, however.
"Fuck slut. When did Marie begin streaming? Have you found any other women for your previous assignment?" Keeping his voice steady, his tone calm.
Julie was feeling incredibly thankful that Master had been the one to claim her, if this is what other men did. They'd turned her fellow intern into a slave for sale! Who knows where she might have wound up? The idea that these monsters would do such things to women, stealing their free will -- it was horrifying: she resolved to discuss it with master later -- for there was surely something he could do -- but knew to stay quiet for now, watching as he fixed her sister. She couldn't wait to see the redhead getting bred by master!