Nicole knelt on the floor of the lab, naked. The only thing she wore was a silver, square-shaped earring on her left ear, which was about the size of a nickel. Her knees were red from kneeling for so long, and mascara ran down her face in dark streaks. Her modest breasts were covered in cum. Yet, despite her distressed appearance, she maintained a rigid posture, with her back arched and her breasts thrust forward. She cupped her breasts in her hands, presenting them to the man who stood before her.
"Please," Nicole sobbed. "Just let me go. It's not too late. No one has to know. I won't say anything, I swear. Please, just take the earring off and I'll go home. It'll be like this never happened."
"Oh, Nicky," Kyle answered. "My sweet, naive, little Nicky. We're just getting started," he chuckled. "You and your friends have a lot to answer for, and you're going to help me punish the others."
"No! Please!" Nicole begged as tears streamed down her face. "We're sorry. We all are. We can fix it. We can bring you back on. Just... please. Stop this!"
"I don't think so, Nicky," Kyle replied, as he looked down at a tablet in his hands. "This isn't just about my job anymore." He tapped a button and Nicole's face went blank. She stopped sobbing and knelt quietly before Kyle.
Kyle, who was also naked, stepped up to Nicole, putting his dick in her face. "Clean my dick with your mouth while I explain how you're going to help me," he commanded.
"Yes, Master," Nicole replied neutrally and took Kyle's cock into her mouth.
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Nicole raised her wine glass. "To success! To us!" she shouted.
The three other women raised their glasses and cheered "To us!"
It was a modest celebration, given the magnitude of their accomplishment. The four women had graduated together from a bioengineering program three years ago and formed Meliorem Mentem, Inc. together. Now they'd finally had their first major success.
Nicole was happy to have been included. She was the bookish type and decidedly average in appearance. She was slender and stood at about 5'4", with pale skin, brown hair, brown eyes, and a-cup breasts. She had a talent in going unnoticed, and she'd made few friends during the graduate program. She'd spent most of her time studying at home or working in the lab. But she'd been near the top of the class, and the three other girls had asked her to join their study group. She knew they'd been motivated by self interest. They'd wanted her help puzzling out some of the more complex topics on upcoming exams. But, over time, Nicole had formed a close friendship with the other girls.
Jessica was the company's CEO. She'd always been the group's unofficial leader, organizing study sessions and social gatherings. Creating the company had also been her idea. Plus, she looked the part of a CEO. She was tall for a woman, at 5'7". She had olive skin; straight, black hair; and piercing green eyes. She was statuesque in appearance and looked more like a runway model than the girl next door, with sharp facial features softened only slightly be large, almond-shaped eyes and full lips. She had impressive c-cup breasts, of which Nicole was jealous. However, most people would never know, since Jessica did her best to downplay her bust with conservative clothing. She was always concerned about being stereotyped as a bimbo because of her appearance, and she made a concerted effort to always dress professionally. Even at this celebration, she wore conservative black pants and a blue, button-up blouse.
Claire was in some ways Jessica's opposite. She was bubbly and flirtatious, and while she was a brilliant bioengineer, she had no qualms about showing off her body. She was a pale redhead, with a smattering of freckles on her face. She was petite, standing at only 5'2", but curvy for her size, with an hourglass figure, b-cup breasts, and a round ass. She usually accentuated her assets by wearing skimpy, tight-fitting clothing, at least outside the lab. Today was no exception. She wore tight shorts that showed off her tone legs and plump ass, as well as a crop-top shirt that exposed her flat stomach and highlighted the curves of her breasts.
Last, but not least, was Erika. She was the glue that held the group together. The lithe, Asian woman was both a bioengineer and the group's unofficial counselor. She'd helped the girls navigate their way through the stress of financial hardships and seemingly unsurmountable feuds. She was friendly and outgoing, and she handled most of the company's relationships with suppliers and potential customers. Erika was exceptionally athletic, with tone legs and a bubble butt that Nicole had seen catch the attention of many men. She stood at 5'4" and had black, shoulder-length hair; dark, brown eyes; and b-cup breasts. Today, she wore dark grey Yoga pants and a pink, athletic-wear tank-top. Even when she wasn't heading to the gym, she often looked like she was.
Nicole had invited the women to her apartment to celebrate a milestone for the company. After years of hard work and living off ramen, they finally had a working prototype for a neural inhibitor. They were certain the patent was worth no less than $1 billion, and they planned to announce their discovery to the major biotech companies later that week. But, for now, it was time to celebrate.
"Pass me those glasses, ladies," Nicole instructed. "We're opening another bottle." The other three cheered and handed over their empty wine glasses.
Nicole walked into the kitchen an uncorked a new bottle of merlot. She filled the four glasses then took a small vial from a cupboard. She carefully added two drops of a clear liquid from the vial to three of the glasses, then placed the vial back in the cupboard.
Nicole took the four glasses back out to the other women and passed them around, careful to keep the un-spiked glass for herself. She raised her glass again and said, "To being rich!"
"To being rich!" the others cheered. Then everyone drank.
"So," Jessica began. "What biotech company should we pitch to first?" she asked.
"No business tonight, Jessica," Erika chided. "Just wine and fun. There'll be time for business tomorrow."
Jessica looked mildly annoyed, but sipped her wine and said nothing more. Then she noticed Claire slumping in her chair, eyes half closed. "I know you're a lightweight, Claire, but you haven't had that much to drink... yet," Jessica teased.
"Mmm tired..." Claire mumbled.
"Can you believe this?" Jessica asked Nicole and Erika. Then Jessica noticed Erika had sunk back into the couch too, and she had a glazed look in her eyes. "Erika, are you okay," Jessica asked.
"I'lll get up," Erika answered. "Just need to rest a minute."
"How strong is this wine, Nicole?" Jessica asked with concern. Nicole said nothing.
Then Jessica felt it too. A wave of drowsiness washed over her and her muscles suddenly felt limp. She sat down on the couch next to Erika, gravity doing most of the work. "Nicole?" Jessica asked. "What.. What did..." Jessica trailed off and joined Claire and Erika in sleep.
Nicole set her wine glass down, took out her phone, and dialed Kyle. "It's done," she stated neutrally.
"Good. Unlock the door and wait for me," Kyle instructed.
Nicole unlocked her apartment door, then stood to the side, staring blankly at nothing.
I few minutes later, Kyle let himself in through the door. He surveyed the three sleeping women, then turned to Nicole. He brushed a finger along her silver earring. "Help me get them to the van," he ordered.
"Yes, Master," Nicole replied expressionlessly.
Kyle and Nicole then carried the three women down to a van in the apartment's garage, one at a time. Fortunately, the apartment unit had a private garage, so there was no way an onlooker could spot the unconscious women. Once Jessica, Claire, and Erika were secure in the back of the van, Kyle took his place in the drivers' seat and ordered Nicole to sit in the passenger seat.
It was a short drive to the Meliorem Mentem, Inc. lab. Once there, Nicole helped Kyle carry the three women inside.
While Nicole hosted the celebration at her apartment, Kyle had been busy installing three chairs with restraints in the lab. Nicole had been kind enough to provide him with her keycard. Kyle and Nicole sat the three women down the the chairs and clamped the restraints around their wrists, ankles, and foreheads.
"Undress and kneel facing your friends," Kyle instructed Nicole. Nicole complied without any sign of emotion.
"Present," Kyle commanded.
