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The Ethics of Business - 1
by Wayward (etherward@hotmail.com)

***

A young businesswoman finds herself in serious trouble 
when a plan to destroy a rival company goes wrong. (MF, 
nc, rp, mc)

***

Authors Note: This is my first attempt at any type of 
erotic fiction. I’d appreciate any feedback on my 
writing, my ideas, what I should and shouldn’t be 
doing, if you enjoyed or hated the story…anything that 
will help me improve, good or bad – please email me at 
etherward@hotmail.com!

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Anna looked at her watch again. Ten minutes. She tried 
again to concentrate on what was taking place around 
her. The meeting had been going on for about twenty 
minutes now, though it felt like hours. She’d been 
waiting for the meeting all week. Her company, LK 
Industries, one of the countries leading manufacturer 
of computer boards, was being bought out. 

Anna had done all in her power to stop the takeover by 
the Rival firm of QuTech, including sleeping with 
several of the managers, the pigs. Anna wasn’t afraid 
to use her ‘assests’ to her advantage, and they had 
indeed bought the company back from the brink of 
destruction before, but this time it hadn’t worked. 
This was her last chance.

Seconds passed. Minutes. All of the talking was between 
her deputy manager and a leading manager from QuTech. 
Had she slept with him? Probably. He was a big man, the 
kind that’s all stomach and no legs. No brains either, 
no doubt. If she had slept with him, it was probably 
his first sight of a pussy in years. 

Maybe his first sight ever! When this was over, if it 
all worked, she’d make him pay. Through all her spite, 
Anna knew the company couldn’t win now. Not unless... 
Not unless QuTech decided to forget them, to walk away 
from billions of dollars of profit a year. It would be 
insane. But that, she hoped, was exactly what they 
would do. In fact, she smiled, it was time.

A slow cloud of translucent steam started blowing out 
an air-vent in the room, barely noticeable in the 
poorly lit room unless you really knew what you were 
looking for. Creeping upwards and along the top of the 
walls, the other three air vents joined in, producing 
more of the steam which nobody else in the room had 
noticed. 

The QuTech representative was displaying a series of 
small charts, and Anna’s deputy was looking at them as 
if her job depended on it. Anna looked at them to try 
to take her eyes off the smoke, which was now creeping 
down the walls and towards the room’s occupants. She 
fought off a smile. As the smoke crept around the faces 
of everyone in the room, including her, Anna prayed 
this would work.

Two hours later, Anna was walking down the corridor to 
the elevator, humming to herself, swinging her car keys 
around on her index finger, and thinking about the days 
events. It had been five hours 

since the QuTech representative suddenly stopped his 
demonstrations and called the meeting to an 
"unexpected" close. Four hours since QuTech had 
formally announced they would not only be drawing out 
of buying LK Industries but would themselves become a 
subsidiary of them. One hour since Anna had rung the 
scientists responsible for the world’s first Mind 
Control virus to congratulate and thank them. The drug 
she had paid over twenty million dollars for them to 
develop. And now she was going home, a happy woman.

Anna left the Foyer of the towering LK building, and 
headed towards the car park. Just before she reached to 
unlock the door of her car, she heard noises. Three 
men, clearly drunk, were walking towards or her. Or 
maybe nowhere near her, their staggering gave little 
indication of their intention. 

Nonetheless, Anna didn’t like it. Why hadn’t these men 
been apprehended? This was meant to be the business 
part of town, not some slum for shitheads like them to 
treat like a playground. She fumbled with the keys, 
which fell out of her hand and under the car. She bent 
down to pick them up, when one of the men called out.

"Hey darling, why dontcha wiggle that big ass ya got?" 

Anna wanted to get in the Car, she wanted to pick up 
her keys and drive away, but something inside her head 
stopped her actions. She could feel the oddest 
sensation. A movement… was it an earthquake? No, no... 
It was her own body, moving itself! She tried to fight 
back, but nothing happened. She was moving her ass, 
wiggling it from side to side. "Why am I giving these 
men a show?" 

she thought to herself as she picked up her keys and 
managed to regain control of her body. On her second 
attempt to open the door, the same man called again, 
the three of them much closer now.

"Going somewhere love? If yous gonna give us a show 
like that, you can’t just fuck orf again afterwards! 
Get over ‘ere!"

The sensation moved through her body again. It took 
Anna too long to realize her legs had been set in 
motion, and she was walking towards the three men, her 
keys still in the lock. She moved up close to the man 
who had been calling her, and looked up at him. All 
three of the men were big, none of them under six foot. 
The middle man was wearing a white vest and jeans which 
had probably seen better years. They all stuck of 
alcohol, and looked like the type of men who have never 
worked in their lives. 

"How much?" asked the middle man, roughly.

"Excuse me?" said Anna, half disgusted by the mans 
implication, and half by his breath.

"How much to get on a pretty piece of meat like 
yerself? I bet not much, ya horny little fuck!" 

The man sneered as he looked up and down Anna’s body. 
She was young, well dressed, feminine, probably not 
your normal street hooker but he was too drunk to make 
the distinction. Her dark brown hair stopped at her 
slim shoulders, a parted fringe on her forehead above 
even darker brown eyes. The man couldn’t see her 
breasts very well, but they would suffice, he decided.

"I-I’m not for sale. I don’t want to be here. I’m going 
home." Anna’s voice was breaking. She turned back round 
and took one step towards her car before the man 
started to laugh.

"If you don’t wanna be ‘ere darling, why did you show 
us that nice ass of yours, and walk over to us? You 
mush find me irresistible!" the other men sneered.

It took Anna a moment to figure out what had happened. 
She remembered her second step towards the car, and 
then suddenly, the feeling like somebody else was 
inside her head, using her as a puppet. 

She realized what she was going to say a split second 
before her mouth opened. Too late. 

"Because you told me to." She replied. Her voice was 
quiet, but certainly loud enough for all three men to 
stop laughing for a second and quickly glance at each 
other. A few seconds passed, Anna stood still, her back 
still facing the men. She was thankful she didn’t have 
to look them in the eyes.

The man who had initially called her over was still 
surprised at the girls answer. He expected her to run 
for her car, at least tell him to fuck off. He rallied. 
"Because we told ya to? Do ya normally do everything 
someone tells ya to?"

Anna knew what was coming. The feeling, while still 
horrible, was becoming familiar. She tried to fire up 
the muscles that used to control her jaw, trying to 
shut her mouth. "I follow orders. I do what I’m told." 
She shut her eyes, this time she thought she could 
almost feel the grins of the men behind her back.

Anna heard another, different voice behind her. She 
moved her head slightly; it was the man on the left. He 
was bald an in his forties. His fat face twitched a 
little, and multiple chins appeared when he talked, not 
to Anna but to the guy in the middle, once again 
temporarily stunned into a confusing silence.

"This can’t be for real can it, why wud the bitch just 
follow ordas like that?"

A smirk fell across the middle mans face. "I dunno, but 
I think I know a pretty easy way to find out!" he 
turned to the back of Anna’s head. She could feel it. 
"Turn round, bitch". Anna quickly stepped round to face 
the men, her vision now blurring out of terror. She 
could feel and hear her own heartbeat as it increased. 
The man seemed to think for a minute. 

"Piss yourself." He said, slowly, uncertainly. 

Anna managed to look wide eyed at him for a few seconds 
before she felt her panties get wet with urine. After a 
few more seconds it began to trickle down her leg, and 
then burst into full flow. She had been wearing a knee 
length black skirt, and her urine was now pouring out 
from it, forming an increasing puddle between her feet. 
Even the sound of it hitting the floor humiliated Anna 
beyond anything she had ever felt before.

As the pour once more became a trickle, and then a 
drop, the men gazed at the girl, and at the puddle. 
Then they all started to smile. "Fucking HELL" said the 
third man, the only thin member of the group, but 
probably the ugliest, and oldest. 

"I gotta get me a piece of this shit!" The thin guy 
moved up to Anna. "Hey slut, ya gonna suck my cock now. 
Good."

Anna, still trying to recover from the fact she wet 
herself in front of three drunken men in a parking lot, 
suddenly felt pain as her body dropped to its knees, 
into her own pool of piss. Her hands moved up to the 
mans pants and undid them, as he just stood and waited. 
He wasn’t wearing any underwear, but his rock hard cock 
sprang out and almost hit Anna in the face. She looked 
at it, and then up at him. He still didn’t move.

The mans crotch didn’t look very clean. His thin black 
pubic hair covered his balls, and his penis, long but 
thin, stuck out, pointing at Anna. It stunk even more 
than the men themselves did, and Anna would never have 
even got near it, in "normal" situations. Not even to 
save her company. Here she was though, her mouth about 
to open. 

"Suck." Commanded the man, and she opened up her mouth 
and let the horrible penis enter it. The man promptly 
grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her 
throat. 

Anna panicked, not being able to breath, but she didn’t 
try to pull away, just continued sucking, feeling the 
horrible taste on her tongue, and down her throat, the 
mans balls slapping her face as she was forced to 
swallow his penis. After a few minutes, and just before 
Anna thought she was about to pass out, he pulled his 
penis out of her mouth, still aiming it at her face. 
Anna gasped for but didn’t move.

The man's head arched back and he groaned as semen flew 
from his cock, flying into Anna’s hair. Anna tried to 
cry, but she couldn’t. Another big clump of semen 
landed on her nose, with more following in her eyes. It 
stung. Above her own heartbeat Anna heard "Now, you 
better take all that semen and put it in your mouth 
slut, where it belongs!" 

She instantly began using her hands to gather as much 
of the semen as possible and shove it into her mouth. 
When it was full, she swallowed, wiped her eyes and 
looked up at him, praying now to be left alone. She 
didn’t believe she would, though, and she was right. 

"Say thank you, you ungrateful little slut!" he half 
shouted.

"Thank you!" said Anna in a voice that indicated that 
she really meant it, though her face showed the 
impressions of someone forced to talk with a gun to 
their head.

"Mah turn!" The man on the left began to walk towards 
Anna.

The middle man put out a hand to stop in. "We can have 
a lotta fun with this slut, but not ‘ere, you want 
someone to find ‘er? Lets take her back home, show ‘er 
hows she’s gonna live ‘er life now she’s our property!"

Anna choked on the words. She was property now? This 
was all so fast. What could make her just follow the 
commands of... She stopped, as memory flooded back to 
her. It was obvious, but the fear had made her 
forget... 

The drug she used in the meeting today was meant to 
make her rival workers become highly suggestible, to be 
controlled by her spies in their company. The smoke 
would inhibit their brain functions allowing select 
people to program them with new ideas. 

Something had gone wrong... she had taken a vaccine, 
she should have been protected... and only a few people 
were meant to be able to program their minds… not 
anyone, not just men on the... Anna’s thought was 
interrupted again as her body jerked her to her feet, 
cold urine trickling down her legs. The man had given 
her an order to stand up and follow them. They were 
going to drive to an apartment.

Anna rolled the word around some more. "Property..." 
she felt sick.

END OF PART 1

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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