"Unit 435 will report to the Customer Floor"
Just the words of it fill you with desire. You cast your mind back to the hundred cocks that took advantage of your cheap but excellent hole. Each one of their creamy loads took you five dollars closer to paying off your debt to the House.
Your eyes cloud over, controlled by whatever procedures you're paying off, and your internal ability to judge direction scrambled itself too.
The House wants you to exist in that dreamlike state. Never aware of the travel, only the destinations.
On the customer floor there is a new layout. No bar filled with patrons this time. You see a single, majestic throne in the centre of the room. Its high, gilded back and plush velvet covers, a deep burgundy colour, scream how expensive it must have been to make.
On the chair sits a beautiful woman in black lacy lingerie. Her smoky, shadowy eyes lock onto you and she licks her lips.
"Unit 435 will approach"
The concept of resisting her wouldn't have registered in your old mind, let alone the slave brain of Unit 435.
You crawl on all fours, every step making you more and more aroused by proximity to this goddess. When you are at her feet she raises one. It is wrapped in a strappy, patent leather shoe with a long, slender heel.
"Admit your inferiority, Unit 435. Put the best part of you below the lowest part of me."
You feel a hypnotic command washing over you and place the tip of that long heel in your mouth. It tastes surprisingly pleasant, like a smooth fruity ice cream.
"All of it"
You slide the heel all the way into your throat and hold yourself there. She caresses her nipples and moans approvingly.
"I understand Unit 435 sucked a hundred cocks yesterday?"
