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Natalie awoke on a padded table in a dim room. The walls of the room were made of tinted glass and a soft blue light reflected off the windows. She slowly lifted her hands and brushed her hair from her face. She felt sluggish, as if she were hungover. The last thing she remembered was interviewing for a new job. Having to care for her father after he was diagnosed while she was in college and then paying for his funeral had tapped her out. After trying to make it on her fast food manager's salary for a few years, and with creditors blowing up her phone, she finally realized that she might have to go with a more unconventional route to get rid of her debts quickly. That was when she had met Matt.

She had been talking to her friend Lisa about her difficulties while at a party. Matt had come up behind her and when Lisa left to get a drink he whispered in her ear, "I might be able to help you out with that." As Matt explained it, there were many men who were looking for girlfriends or wives to help them at home with cleaning, cooking, shopping, and whatever other "personal needs" they might have without the complications of a real relationship. Matt's company found women who were willing to stay with a man for a year or two and matched them with men. The men would then pay upfront a year's "salary" and the women would then be able to do whatever they needed to with it, for instance pay off pesky creditors. They would then be able live rent-free for a year for just a few modest "chores."

Natalie wasn't dumb, she knew this was prostitution dressed up in fancy words but she was running out of options. Matt slipped her his card on his way out of the party. She asked Lisa later about Matt. "Oh, he's an old childhood friend." She laughed, misunderstanding Natalie's reason for asking. "He's all yours if you want him! I've known him far too long!"

So the next day, she called him up. It sounded better than spending the next thirty years slowly paying off her loans with a minimum wage job, "And," she thought to herself, "it's not like being a real hooker. I'll just be with one man for a year and he'll help me out financially. A lot of marriages have been based on a lot less than that."

The agreement she had made left out the details of what she was expected to do. It simply stated that should she, at any point during the year, wish to break the contract she would be allowed to leave provided she returned the full $180,000 she had been paid at the beginning of her "employment." On the day of her matching she spent time putting on make-up, emphasizing her blue eyes and brushing out her long brown hair. She went to Matt's office wearing a short black skirt with blue flowers and a sheer white top that showed off her 34 DD cleavage. She knew they were her best asset and she wanted to get matched with someone good. The skirt showed off her shapely legs and tiny waist. At 5'5" and 115 pounds she hoped that she would be at least as impressive as the other girls who were on display. She had no idea what kind of men used this service but she could only hope that she would get one of the more decent ones.

Mike handed her a coke and told her that the matching process was a complicated one--taking into account personality, looks, and especially sexual preferences. He had her fill out a long questionnaire asking her what kinds of sexual experiences she had had and even what her fantasies were. While Natalie had gotten herself off a few times thinking about threesomes, she was afraid of who she might be matched with if she admitted to it so she answered the whole questionnaire as conservatively as possible. By the time she was done with it her eyes began to feel heavy. She put her head down on the table just to rest her eyes until Matt came back. She yawned and couldn't keep herself from imagining who she would be matched up with.

Now she was on a table, alone as far as she could tell, and she felt odd but she couldn't figure out what was different. She ran her fingers over her body and realized she was wearing only her black satin push up bra (as if she needed any help) and matching satin thong.

Matt walked into the room and over to her. "How are you feeling? Any pain?" he asked coldly.

"Just a slight headache," she said as she ran her hand over her neck. "What happened? What did you do to me?"

"Good. That will pass soon," he responded without answering her question. He toyed with a slim black cellphone in his hand, sliding his finger up and down the sleek silver edges. It was rather small for a cellphone but Natalie quickly forgot about it as Matt ran his finger up the inside of her thigh and she flinched.

"What's going on?" Natalie snapped leaning up on her elbows and glaring at Matt.

"You have a submissive tendency don't you Nat?" he asked, smiling for the first time that day.

"No! What? I thought--just tell me who I'm going to work for!" She was frustrated with his overly intimate tone. She had been nervous and now she was being jerked around. This wasn't what she agreed to.

"We asked around. Talked with your ex. Observed you. We can tell." His fingertips slid to the top of her leg and ran across her panties and down to the spot over her clit. Natalie sat up swiftly and knocked his hand away. Her neck shot pain through her body but she ignored it. Matt grabbed her arm tightly. "You didn't really think you were just going to waltz in and be worth more than a hundred grand did you?" He laughed, "Trust me, you're not that good. Our clientele has certain expectations. They pay well, but they expect their purchase to be worth it."

Natalie opened her mouth and gasped a little as his grip tightened.

"You need a little training first." Matt dropped her arm and slid his hand down her cheek in what was not a very affectionate gesture. He strode out of the room and shut the door behind him.

Natalie's heart was racing as she sat on the table. A large man walked in and she immediately got to her feet. She was ready to run, $180,000 or not.

Matt stood behind the window watching her reaction. He smiled at the man standing next to him. "Watch this Kurt," he said grinning. He slid his finger across the small electronic device in his hand. Natalie gasped and her hand flew to her crotch. Matt tapped the controller again and Natalie slipped to the ground breathing heavily.

Kurt looked over curiously at Matt. "What exactly are you doing?"

Matt smiled, "We implanted our Device in her. It's connected to the base of her skull, and it basically hijacks her libido." He pointed to a bar on his controller. "With this I can bring her to the edge of an orgasm, I can push her over and make her scream in pleasure, I can bring her back down and leave her there until she begs me to let her cum because no matter what she does, she won't be able to cum until I let her."

Natalie sat on the ground. Her pussy pulsed again and a moan escaped her lips. She could feel a dampness starting to collect in her panties. The throbbing was getting stronger and it was all she could do not to slide her fingers down to her clit. She felt herself being lifted back onto the table. She lay on her stomach as the man pulled her panties down. She felt something warm pressing against her lips. Natalie's eyes flew open to see the largest cock she had ever seen sliding across her lips and cheek. She threw her hand up intending to push the man away but her pussy throbbed again. Instead of pushing him away she was surprised to find herself opening her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and began to lick and suck tentatively as she moaned. The more enthusiastic she became, licking the tip of his cock and letting it slide slowly between her lips, the more her pussy glistened until she could feel the cool wetness drizzling over her legs. She was so aroused she was literally dripping. She moved her hands to his balls as she pushed her mouth further down onto the cock in front of her. She heard a voice, "Do you want cock slut?" Natalie nodded and moaned a bit. "What was that slut? I couldn't hear you! Do you want cock?"

"Yes!" Natalie screamed as another inexplicable throb of desire shot through her entire body. "I want cock! Fuck me!" She opened her mouth and shuddered again as the large cock slid past her lips and into her throat.

"That's a good girl," the man said, twisting his fingers through her hair and pulling her head off the edge of the table, finally flipping her on to her back so her throat was open to him before slamming his cock back into her mouth. She shrieked a little as he pulled her hair and he grunted, "Yeah baby, that's it, make a little noise." Natalie felt another pulse go through her body and she shivered; she felt so close to cumming but she couldn't get there. She had never felt so amazing and yet had never been in such agony. He began fucking her throat as if it were her pussy. She had to do nothing but find a way to breathe as she held her mouth open wide as he pushed the tip of his cock deep into her throat. The man twisted her hair again as his other hand moved to her tits and he pinched her nipples hard. She moaned again as he squeezed harder. Another shudder ran through her and she felt her clit throb with a small orgasm. But it wasn't enough, she wanted to explode and the few tremors she felt weren't enough. She suddenly knew that the more she pleased the man whose cock was sliding in and out of her throat, the stronger her release would be. She started moaning and he slid his cock across her face, rubbing against her lips, her eyes, her cheeks.

"You like that little girl?" he asked.

"Yes," she cried out, "Fuck my throat again!"

"It looks like we're going to have to teach you some manners!" he said, slapping her face with his cock. "What do you say to your betters when making a request?"

"Please," Natalie almost whispered. The ache in her pussy was becoming unbearable. She had never spent so much time at the edge of an orgasm without release.

"Please sir!" The command came back quickly and harshly.

"Please sir," Natalie repeated, "Please fuck my throat. Please give it all to me sir!"

"Can you take it all?" he asked with a trace of humor in his voice. Then he leaned down, his hand around Natalie's throat, the humor gone, "Can you take it all little girl?"

"Yes sir," Natalie replied.

He stuffed his cock back into her mouth and began pumping in and out, mercilessly pushing against her esophagus until he thrust the tip of his cock all the way down. Natalie began choking and gagging and threw her hands up to push him away a little, just enough for her to have a moment of breath. "Oh no," he grinned, grabbing her arms and holding them down on the table next to her, "You're going to be a good little girl and you're going to take it all aren't you?"

Natalie looked into his eyes and although she was in pain she couldn't believe how close she was to cumming in that moment. She nodded, her lips still stretched around his huge cock. He immediately went back to thrusting into her with abandon, grunting and moaning as he used her mouth as he would a toy, without any regard.

"Do you want me to cum in your throat?"

Natalie could only nod as tears ran down her cheeks into her hair. She knew her makeup must be smeared her mouth stretched open but she didn't care. If she had been able to speak she would have begged him to fuck her throat as hard as he wanted as long as he let her taste his cum. She knew that would bring her the relief she craved.

"Well show me how much you're enjoying this then!" he commanded.

Natalie slid her hand to her pussy and was shocked to feel how wet she was. She pushed her fingers into her slimy pussy and rubbed her clit. She brought her hand back up to her tits and began to squeeze both nipples hard, moaning with pleasure whenever she could between thrusts. He fucked her until her jaw started aching but she didn't want him to stop. She needed him to continue, she needed to taste his cum. He wrapped his hand around her throat as his thrusts became more urgent, more consistent. He came hard and Natalie gagged as he exploded into her throat. As soon as she tasted his salty cum on her tongue she could feel herself cumming and she writhed in pleasure as her hips thrust against the air. She had never felt such extreme pleasure and she couldn't believe that she hadn't even been touching herself when she came. The man slid his softening wet cock across her face as she panted, still feeling waves of pleasure running through her. She licked at it eagerly, attempting to get every last drop of cum onto her tongue, her pussy pulsing with each taste.

Outside the room Kurt shook his head, "That's pretty impressive!"

Matt nodded, "Yes, well, it's an excellent training tool. Ideally we'd prefer that these responses need not be generated artificially. That they be natural. Of course though, with the proper training the brain will soon create associations between the most intense bliss and subjugation. Neuroplacticity has proven that the more we use this kind of reward system the stronger the links in the brain will get and soon submissiveness will automatically create arousal."

Kurt grinned, "I should have studied neurobiology."

Matt smiled, "At least you know me and you get to reap the benefits!"

Kurt laughed, "There's no way I could afford one of your girls. How much do they cost?"

"Well it's one mil up front and a five million dollar deposit."

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows, "Why a deposit? Has there been any... trouble?"

Matt shook his head quickly, "Oh no, quite the contrary. See, we're not just training these girls to be one year "companions," that would be a waste of time and resources. We're looking for a much longer time commitment. We create sluts for life. We take these wholesome, conservative girls who are afraid of sticking a finger up their cunt and turn them into obedient cock hungry subs who will follow a command eagerly and enthusiastically. We do such a good job that after the girls finish their training and end up with their master, they have absolutely no desire to ever leave."

Kurt nodded, "I see, so the deposit is for if the girls decide to actually stay longer than their one year commitment. You guys get, like, a commission. How many usually leave their masters after their time is up?"

"So far? " Matt grinned, "Not even one."

"Wow you guys must be good."

"It's all in the training," Matt said. "Which is where you reaping the benefits comes in. We always need new men to train our women. We're expanding rapidly and you are safe, clean, and Lisa says you know how to take control in the bedroom. We could use you. The salary is modest, most of our profits go into developing our technological research, but it should supplement your part time work well enough. And there is always room for," he paused, "advancement. What do you say? Got a little dom in there?"

Kurt's mouth was open, "I, um, I, well," he stammered, getting paid to fuck beautiful women whose bodies he could control, who would beg him to fuck their throats? "Of course! I'm in." If all the girls were even half as hot as the girl he saw lying on the table before him he was going to be in heaven.

"Want to get started now?" Matt asked.

Kurt was nodding enthusiastically before Matt even finished his question. Kurt could feel his cock straining against his pants at the thought. What he had just witnessed was a strong willed woman go from looking ready for a fight to a cock-swallowing sex toy eager to lap up every last drop of cum in a matter of minutes and he couldn't wait to get in on the action.

"Good. She needs another round today. I'll show you how this works." Matt said, motioning to the controller in his hand. "As I said before, this bar here," he said pointing to a red line "indicates arousal." Natalie was still panting on the table in the room alone, recovering from what had seemed to be a massive orgasm. But as Matt slowly pushed the bar up to around 80% she began to get agitated--squirming on the table and breathing heavily. It didn't take long for hand to find her clit and begin rubbing. She was moaning as she began thrusting one then two then three fingers into her pussy. Matt shook his head, "Naughty girl," he said under his breath, bringing the arousal bar back down to around 60%. Natalie seemed to get frustrated. She stopped fingering herself but still seemed aroused. "We don't want them thinking they can get themselves off," he explained to Kurt. "It can't even be an option that crosses their mind. So we make it impossible. If they insist on trying," he pushed the bar up to 100% and watched Natalie shudder. "We leave them like this, on the brink."

"For how long?" Kurt asked.

"Until they realize that it's futile. That the only way to get relief is to serve a man. To bring him pleasure--however that may be. Some men like it rough, some want to pampered and not have to move as their slut anticipates their every command. A true sub has no preference. A true sub knows that her pleasure comes from bringing pleasure to her master."

Kurt smiled, "I like the sound of that. What do these other bars do?"

Matt pointed to a column of numbers on the right, "These are for the intensity of the orgasm, should you want to induce one. 1 through 10, 10 of course being the most intense. Remember though, these are only to be used as rewards at this point in the training. Only when she gives pleasure should she feel any."

Kurt nodded, "No problem!"

Matt waved his hand, motioning for Kurt to follow as he went back into the room. Natalie's eyes were glassy and Kurt remembered that the arousal factor was still at 100%.

"Now, the arousal meter is for training her body. It will hardwire associations between pleasure and submission directly into her brain. She will get wet when she thinks about sucking cock now after I gave her such an intense orgasm while being skull fucked. And at the moment most of her brain is focused on relief--on cumming--so she'll agree to just about anything."

"Natalie," Kurt said, "would you like me to fuck your throat like that guy just did?"

Natalie's vacant eyes focused on Kurt and she nodded eagerly, "Yes, sir. Please sir!" her voice was raspy after the treatment she had received, but Kurt could see her excitement.

He decided to push a little further. "What about your ass Natalie?" he asked softly. "Do you want my cock stuffed up your ass?" Although Matt had not seemed interested in Natalie's questionnaire, Kurt had read it carefully. He knew that this 23 year old before him hated anal, the idea of threesomes, and, it seemed to him, anything other than the missionary position. She was about as vanilla as it got.

"Oh yes sir!" she cried out, "I want you to take me any way you please. You can fuck me anywhere."

"And how would you like both," he paused, "at the same time?"

"Ooh! Yes!" Natalie squealed, her hand momentarily flying to her cunt before she could stop herself. Somehow she knew she shouldn't touch herself. Every time she did, she just got further away from her goal, but she was so excited at the thought of giving pleasure to two men at once, she couldn't imagine how good that would make her feel.

Matt nodded, "Very suggestible. But only for the moment. Once we bring her arousal state down, her logical mind and old prejudices about sex will reassert themselves. This bar here," he pointed to a blue line, "will tap into her subconscious and we can alter her preconceptions slowly over time. It takes repeated patterning but she will eventually begin to think differently about herself and about sex." Matt pushed the blue line up to the max, "Natalie," he whispered.

Natalie's eyes were completely blank as she turned toward Matt, "Yes?"

Matt said, "Natalie, why are you beautiful?" Her delicate brow furrowed. "Is it so that men can enjoy you?"