Office Slut

Heather Morgan was not a woman to be taken lightly. In the world of over priced executives she was the alpha female. The best of the best. Queen of her own little world. However her position came with nothing but grief. The twenty nine year old buxom red head had gained many enemies in a short amount of time as she climbed to corporate ladder. Many accused her of sleeping her way to the top, and she hand been branded as a slut. She hated for people to think that since she had actually worked so hard for her title, but Heather knew that people always needed a target to blame their failure on. Unfortunately for Heather this was her.

It was also unfortunate that on one particularly dark night Heather decided to work late in hopes of impressing the new owners of the company she worked for. After working until well past midnight Heather felt the pressure of fatigue setting in, and decided to call it a night. She hated working late like this because it meant that there would be no security guard in the garage. During the night homeless people often found ways into the building, and slept wherever there was space. It was not the safest situation to be in.

“Hello? Is someone there?”, Heather called as she stepped through the poorly lit garage. She knew she'd heard footsteps, but perhaps she was just scaring herself. “Look I’ve got a gun…”, that was an empty threat. Feeling a surge of adrenalin Heather made a dash for her car, but suddenly tripped when she hit a speed bump. “Come on Heather get a hold of yourself.”, she mumbled taking in deep breaths. As she slowly stood Heather was suddenly startled by the sound of a gun going off, and then the world going black.

“God,,, My head hurts.”, Heather said as she slowly regained control over her body, “Where am I?” Looking around she found herself in an unfamiliar room. It appeared to be a doctors office, and she could make out the sound of people over an ear piercing level of elevator music that filled the room. She also found that she was unable to move. It felt as if her body was completely strapped down.

Just then the door opened and two very attractive women entered the room. One was dressed in a long doctors coat, and the other wore a grey corporate suit. The doctor immediately walked over to the end of the bed that Heather lay upon, and began to study some paper work and charts. The other women walked over to Heather’s side offering her a cold smile, “Well hello Heather. I’m so happy to see you awake, however I must say there were more than a few of us that had hoped you’d died.”

“Who are you?”, Heather asked. She vaguely ed the womans face from somewhere.

The woman seemed to grow irritated by this question, “What? You don’t know? First you fuck my boss, and get my promotion. Then you turn my friends against me. Now you deny knowing who I am?” The woman raised her hand, and delivered a hard smack across Heather’s face. Heather was surprised to find that she didn’t feel anything. “Damn, I forgot about the drugs they have you on! Remind me to slap you later, slut.”, the woman said coldly.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t sleep with anyone to get ahead, and I have no idea who you are.”, Heather protested. The woman seemed almost psychotic, but perhaps if Heather remained calm she could get through to her. “Listen, let me go now and we can forget all about this.”

“Sorry slut, but I’m afraid it’s too late for that. It’s all ready began.”, the woman circled around her like a vulture as she ranted on, “While you were sleeping we began augmenting certain parts of your body, and injecting you with series of new test drugs. These drugs combined with surgery will make your outsides exactly the way you are on the inside: a slut!”

Heather became frightened with the thought that the woman might be serious, “God no! What the hell is wrong with you? You’re nothing but a psychotic bitch! When I…” The woman silenced Heather by placing some tape over her mouth.

“Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. Your hair will become a lovely golden blonde color, and not just on your head. Through surgery we will increase your breast to an unreal size. No matter how hard you can every try they will always seem obscene. Along with that we’ll make your waist thinner while widening your hips giving you a perfect hour glass shape.”, the woman smiled as she reached what she considered to be the best parts, “In addition to turning you into a walking sex doll we figured we’d enhance your already sex driven brain. Through subliminal messages in this lousy music we’ve began reprogramming you. Your intelligence will be lowered, and your sex drive will be heightened. In essence you’ll just be some slut bimbo blonde. Fitting punishment.”

Though Heather tried to resist against her bonds she found she couldn’t budge them even an inch. Before leaving the room the doctor injected her with a strange green liquid, and again the world went black.