The nameplate on her door said “Melissa Heron”, but her co-workers just called her “the bitch in the corner office.” She was hell to deal with, aggressive and insulting and demeaning, and everyone she interacted with hated her with a passion – but the company needed her skills and talents to retain key clients. Her need to dominate, and her aptitude for cruelty, gave her a killer instinct that no one else could replicate.
Melissa was hardest on her prettier female co-workers. Even though Melissa herself was stunningly beautiful, she was jealous of any attention that other women received, and saw them as a threat. She would berate and mock them at every opportunity, calling them sluts and skanks and bimbos, and the women she had power over would routinely be assigned the worst, most degrading and most menial of jobs.
It was too much for most women to bear, and after the third secretary had quit in tears, wailing that she just couldn’t work with “the bitch in the corner office”, senior management felt compelled to step in. The called Melissa in for behaviour counselling, and told her that if she wanted to keep her job, she would have to agree to a hypnotic training session, designed to improve her workplace attitude.
Melissa fumed, and swore, and threatened, but management were firm, and so she reluctantly agreed. She assumed that the treatment was intended to make her nicer to other women – but she also assumed that her natural iron willpower would make it impossible to mess with her brain, no matter what management hoped.
She was wrong on both counts. The hypnosis was fully effective. If anything, her self-confidence just helped it take a tighter grip on her. And the purpose of the treatment was *not* to make Melissa nicer. After all, her value lay in her killer instinct. Management didn’t want to blunt that – they just wanted to reach an arrangement where other staff stopped resigning.
So what the hypnosis really did was implant a trigger – and that trigger was the phrase “you stupid bitch”. When she was addressed as “you stupid bitch”, she would go blank. She would, in a quiet, submissive voice, say that the person she was talking to should treat her exactly as she deserved.
She would be obedient, and submit to anything that was done to her, no matter how violating or degrading or painful, and she would stay that way until she was told “I forgive you”, or until someone in management said “get back to work”, at which point she would remember nothing that had happened.
Now whenever she was cruel to the secretaries, they would sit there and take it, and smile prettily, and then at the end of the day they would go to her office, say, “It’s my turn now, you stupid bitch”, and spend a good hour grinding their cunts happily against her temporarily-obedient face while pinching and pulling painfully at the bitch’s nipples and clitoris.
She never understood why she would wake up from a daze and find her face glistening with cunt juices, or why her tits and cunt always hurt so much, or why she dreamed about licking pussies now, and she probably ever would, even once she eventually found the website that all her co-workers were uploading pictures of her slutty trance activities to…
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