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Violet's Internship.
🕑 Added 2020-04-14 23:48:24 +0000 UTCViolet Parr won last months character poll! After getting an internship with a powerful CEO, Violet's crush on her telepathic boss turns into a life as a teenage pleasure-slave for her new owner.
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It was a cool, clear morning in Metroville. The sun was shining off the polished glass sides of the buildings, sending long beams of light stretching over the streets below. A few birds flew over the heads of the people of the city, unnoticed and silent. Far below, outside a small café, a woman sat alone and sipped her espresso in silence.
She was tall and thin, well-muscled in the lean, lithe manner of a runner. Her dark skin was the same shade of brown as the almost-black coffee she was drinking, her mass of amber curls was eerily like the few bubbles clinging to the edge of her cup. She wore a neat pencil skirt and a crisp jacket. Silver rings and a necklace shone in the morning light against her skin.
“It’s a lovely morning.”
Her voice was low and husky, effortlessly seductive but even more interestingly, completely silent. The words were clear and unmistakable to Violet Parr, who trembled as she heard them, but no one else heard a thing. The woman’s lips didn’t move, her voice didn’t carry through the air, not so much as a whisper.
Simone Towers was a remarkable woman in many ways, a self-made millionaire, the CEO of a powerful tech company, the owner of a truly immense pillar of cock that was currently snug in her panties, and beyond that, a telepath.
Supers were common throughout the world, even though they were made to live in hiding, Simone was one of them. She had the handy ability to both read and dominate the minds of those around her with next to no effort at all, some might call it cheating, but Simone was never one to apologise for her natural advantages.
“Y… yes Mrs Towers.” Violet Parr agreed, casting a nervous eye to the woman sat beside her. She spoke in her mind as silently as Simone, and shifted from foot to foot, a little cold in the morning air. It was no surprise, seeing as she was completely naked.
Simone smiled slightly and glanced at the spot Violet was standing. The girl was invisible, her own little superpower, but Simone knew exactly where she was, both because she was inside her head and because she had commanded the girl to stand there.
“And how are we feeling today, miss Parr?”
“F… fine, Mrs Towers.” Violet stammered.
“I’m glad to hear it.” Simone hummed. “Now, I think we’ll begin. On your knees.”
Violet swallowed and obeyed, sinking to her knees and glancing nervously around at the people passing by the café. If she hadn’t been invisible, they would have all seen her, naked and terrified and incredibly aroused.
She was there because of an internship of sorts, because her parents thought it would be good for her to see what a super could do without being a superhero. She had been frustrated at first that her parents were still trying to shield her from the hero lifestyle. She’d helped save the world twice now and they still didn’t trust her to do good on her own as a hero like them! Her anger at her parents had turned to awe when she met Simone, and then, sure enough, to lust.
Teenage crushes were harmless infatuations, unless they were on incredibly powerful and unscrupulous telepaths.
Now Violet Parr had gone from interning secretary to personal cock-holster.
“I want you to masturbate Violet, I want you to cum right here in the open, with all these people passing by.”
Violet blushed darkly and bit her lip, fighting to keep herself silent and invisible as her hand moved down to her already-aching pussy. She was no virgin, Simone had seen to that on her first day, she wasn’t even new to fingering herself in public like this. She’d lost count of how many times Simone had taken her out in public, naked and shivering, only spared from public humiliation by her own power.
It was thanks to all the practice her parents were fine with the full-time internship Violet now enjoyed. Violet’s powers had never been so acute or so powerful.
She slipped two fingers into her tight hole and began to pump into herself, eyes darting between her owner and the others at the café. Her breaths became more laboured, harder and harder to conceal as her fingers pushed into her petals and curled against her clit. She spread her thighs wide, squatting low to the floor and bracing herself with her free hand as her fingers worked faster and faster.
“Is everything alright ma’am?”
Violet let out a quiet squeak, turning her head to see a pretty young waitress standing by Simone, less than a meter away from where she was obediently finger-fucking her tight teenage twat.
“Perfect, thank you very much.” Simone chuckled. “Could I have the bill?”
“Of course, Ma’am.” The waitress smiled, turning before pausing and sniffing with a confused expression on her face.
“Something wrong?” Simona asked innocently.
“I’m sorry, do you smell something funny?” The waitress frowned. Simone smiled and feigned sniffing the air.
“Now you mention it, I have noticed an odd scent. Perhaps someone spilled something on one of the chairs.”
“I’ll have to check.” The waitress sighed, “Sorry, ma’am.”
“Oh, it’s no trouble, it’s not your fault.” Simone purred with a charming smile. Watching as the waitress left before smirking and finishing her espresso. “Now that was close, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes… Mrs Towers.” Violet whined, masturbating faster and faster, her mouth open in a desperate pant as she came ever closer to her climax.
“And you didn’t stop for a second.” Simone hummed, taking out her wallet and producing a crisp bill. “In fact, you sped up, you fucked yourself faster. You wanted to cum in front of her.”
“Y… yes Mrs Towers.”
“You’re a filthy little slut, Violet.”
Violet moaned and came, spraying her nectar onto the paving beneath her, her tongue lolling with bliss. She fell to her knees and crawled to Simone’s hand, caressing and kissing her neat black knuckles. “I’m… a filthy slut, Mrs Towers, just like you made me. I’m… a good slut for you.”
Slap.
Violet bit her lip as Simone’s hand snapped across her cheek in a motion so quick that even if anyone had seen it, they would have barely registered it.
“No, you’re a slut. There is no such thing as a ‘good slut’ or a ‘bad slut’, only sluts that obey and sluts that do not.”
“I obey.” Violet promised, kneeling and staring up adoringly at her owner. “I’m obedient.”
“So it seems.” Simone sighed, smiling to the waitress as she came with the bill and slipping her a generous tip. “Come along, Violet.”
Violet staggered to her feet and scampered out into the street after her mistress, blushing cheeks wearing a lustful grin as she pattered along beside the woman who owned her. They walked in silence towards Towercorp, Simone’s company headquarters, and all the while Violet delighted in being naked in public. She imagined everyone they passed could see her tiny nubile breasts and slim boyish hips, her shy purple eyes and her round, sweet rump. She imagined everyone knew that Violet Parr was a teenage whore for a powerful CEO who loved nothing more than to spend her days gargling her immense black girlcock.
“May I please suck your cock when we get to your office Mrs Towers?” she asked, stroking a hand between her legs to her aching pussy even as they walked.
“Perhaps, I find myself a little full this morning.” Simone hummed. “You seem especially eager today, Violet.”
“I just missed you over the weekend.” Violet blushed.
“That’s sweet of you, Violet.” Simone purred, “You’ve grown into quite the loyal pet.”
“I… I’m loyal to you, Mrs Towers, I’d do anything for you if you asked.”
“I’m well aware.” Simone chuckled. “I don’t even need to use my powers to control you. Now, come along.”
Violet was humming with excitement as Simone and her stepped into her private elevator, the doors sealing them in. Simone’s hands took her by the hips and pushed her firmly against the wall. “Enough of the invisibility, there’s no-one to see you here.”
Violet whimpered and returned to normal, blushing and biting her lip as Simone’s body pressed against her, pinning her to the wall. “You’re sopping wet, that exhibitionist streak I’ve cultivated in you has developed well.”
“I love being naked in public, Mrs Towers.” Violet whimpered. “It makes me feel like such a slut.”
“Hmm, clearly.” Simone tutted, fixing Violet’s collar around her slim throat and twisting her leash around her fist. “Come on, under my desk.” She smiled as the elevator doors hissed open and Violet darted out into her office, heading for the neat black desk Simone spent her days at.
The desk was without a back, so anyone stepping out into her office could see the soft dog-bed sitting beneath it. Most dismissed this as Simone wanting her faithful pet close to her as she worked, others were more suspicious, given that Simone didn’t own a dog.
As Violet’s leash was hooked into the desk, she got herself into position on her bed, grateful that Simone had taken her comfort into account for the long hours she would spend under her desk, wetting her cock and slurping on her balls.
Simone sat and tugged up her skirt, leaving the work of slipping down her panties to Violet’s nimble young fingers. “I have a lot to do this morning.” She said simply, opening her computer and scanning through the long list of emails waiting for her. “Get to work.”
“Yes, Mrs Towers.” Violet simpered bowing her head and placing a lowing kiss on the dark brown head of her owner’s meat. Even soft the immense cock hung almost to Simone’s knees, and as Violet’s hot young mouth coaxed her to full mast, it lengthened still until it would fit neatly all the way into the girl’s guts.
Violet hummed at the familiar taste of Simone’s cock and made her way up and down the thick pole before suckling on each of her heavy balls to an appreciative coo from the woman above. She knew the procedure, such as it was, for her new job. She was to tease Simone, to please her without giving so much pleasure as to distract her from her work. If or when Simone needed proper release, she would let Violet know by simply taking what she wanted.
A few hours of diligent worship later, Violet’s work was interrupted by a call. Simone stopped her with a hand to her scalp and pulled her chair back.
“Invisible, Violet.”
“Yes, Mrs Towers.” Violet smiled, happy to obey even as she was tugged out from under the desk and to her feet. She let out a whoop of surprise as Simone lifted her up and dropped her onto her lap. “Mrs Towers?” she frowned before squealing with delight as her tight teenaged cunt was rammed full of ebony cockmeat.
Violet had taken Simone’s monstrous cock many times, but the sheer size-difference between the black woman’s meat and her tiny teenage pussy meant that the delicious pain of being stretched out by her owner’s bitchbreaker never grew less. Violet’s eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled as Simone pulled her down to the base of her rod, her grip tight on Violet’s quivering thighs.
“Hush.” She commanded, preventing Violet from speaking even if she had wanted to with a simple telepathic order. As Violet trembled, her warm, wet womanhood massaging her member, Simone reached out and accepted the call from the girl’s mother.
“Helen, how nice to see you again.” She purred, flashing a smile at the delicious mother who appeared on her screen. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Helen Parr smiled back and toyed with some neat brown hair. “Hello Simone… I was wondering if I could talk to you about Vi. Is she with you?”
Simone tightened her grip on Violet’s hip and began to bounce her on her cock. “She’s on a coffee run at the moment.”
“Oh… good.” Helen sighed.
Simone raised a brow and gently stroked Violet’s clit as the girl desperately fucked herself on her lap. “Is something wrong?” she asked.
“I don’t think so.” Helen frowned, “I’m just…well, I thought I should let you know that Violet really loves working with you.”
“I enjoy working with her as well, she’s a remarkable young girl.”
“It’s just that I think she might have a crush on you.” Helen said reluctantly, “And I’d hate for it to make things uncomfortable for you or make this internship difficult.”
Simone chuckled and telepathically instructed Violet to act as much as a slut for her mother as possible. She contained her smile as the girl threw up peace signs and twisted her face into a blissful mockery of itself, her tongue lolling and her eyes rolled back as she bounced herself faster and faster on Simone’s cock.
“I had suspected as much.” She purred, “Violet’s young and very sweet but a bit hopeless at hiding her feelings.”
Helen sighed and nodded. “I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable…”
“Oh, quite the contrary. I’m flattered.” Simone chuckled.
“I didn’t realise she felt this way about other girls.” Helen said, “I’m not angry of course just… well… surprised. It seems just yesterday she had a crush on this boy at her school.”
“At the risk of sounding vain, it’s not hard to see why she’d have a crush on me.”
Helen looked surprised.
“I’m beautiful and successful and intelligent.” Simone purred, “But I think the most intriguing thing to her is that I’m powerful. In more ways than one. Didn’t you ever have a crush on an authority figure, a teacher or a mentor?”
“Well, I suppose so.” Helen admitted, blushing. “I just thought I’d let you know.”
Simone hummed, enjoying Violet who was desperately rolling her girlish hips back against her cock, sinking the pillar of ebony flesh so deeply into her pussy that her stomach bulged from the intrusion. “I appreciate it. Your concern for your daughter is touching.”
“Mommy! I’m a slut! I’m a stupid teenage slut for Mrs Towers! I’m a whore for her big black cock! I’m a silly little bitch who loves being fucked by her owner and being paraded around in public so everyone can see what a good little slave I am to her cooooock!” Violet was squealing inside her mind, the wetness of her cunt beginning to ooze over Simone’s thighs as she fucked herself harder and harder.
Simone smiled as Helen nodded her head. “I just thought I’d let you know… I know how much this internship means to her and I really appreciate she isn’t wanting to be a hero like me and bob.”
“I’m happy to help, in fact, I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?”
“Dinner?”
“It’d be good to catch up, we used to work well together before this silly ban on Supers.”
Helen laughed. “I guess we did… and it’d be nice to get out of the house… alright, it’s a date.”
“I look forward to it.” Simone purred, humming to herself as she spewed enough sperm into Violet’s young womb to make the sweet little cockslut swell up like a fleshy balloon. She ended the call and allowed Violet to return to visibility, pinching her rosy nipples as the girl sat and gurgled in her lap. “We’re going to dinner with your mommy, Violet.” She breathed into the broken teenager’s ear. “Won’t that be fun?”
Violet giggled stupidly and nodded. “Will… you fuck me in front of her, Mrs Towers?”
Simone purred and rested the ruined young slut on her desk, beginning to pump her hips into her again. “You can count on it.”
Comments
Spikesagitta
Oh boy..that was, heh, Incredible! Wonder if the CEO and Helen had a thing before...? ;D
