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Walking through the empty streets, Wemmbu's shoes tapped against the brick covered roads with every step—the bottom of his shoes making a clack, clack sound. The demon was walking with a steady pace, obvious exhaustion plastered over his face from his job.
Wemmbu let out a small sigh, the thought of going back to his job the next day making dread pool in his stomach—his boss was an asshole and his coworkers were doing absolutely nothing, why does he even feel the need to keep the job?
In the corner of his eye, he could see one of his friends waving their hand towards him—their arm raised up high waving frantically while the other clutches a paper together with pens tightly.
"Wemmbu!!! Wemmbu!!! " The man shouts, excitement on his face as his eyes glimmer with hope upon seeing him. "Hey Wifies, I didn't expect you to be here—whats the occasion? " Wemmbu turns his body to walk over towards Wifies.
"I have a small contract that I think you would be interested in! " Wifies exclaims, dropping his arm and now holding the paper with both hands. "Contracts huh? Dawg I already have a job—do you want me to quit? " Wemmbu teases, sneaking a glance towards the paper in the Border Collie hybrids hands.
"Oh please, you hate your job anyways. Besides—are you interested in testing products for a company? " Wemmbu ponders for a second before answering. "Yeah, I don't think there's a problem with that—but what do I get in this? " Wifies eyes light up with Wemmbu's interest in the topic.
"The company provides free healthcare, a fully paid apartment for your stay, unlimited supply of daily needs, healthy work style, customizable schedules for your work days and free WiFi—"
"Holt shit that's a lot—are you sure they aren't making a loss here? " Wemmbu stops Wifies—pure disbelief shining in his eyes. "Wait till you see the pay" Wifies smirks cheekily, eyes squinting into a cartoonish smile.
"Dazzle me" Wemmbu replies, chuckling softly while he braces for a stupidly small paycheck.
Ten thousand dollars a month
The sheer number of words made Wemmbu's jaw drop—the benefits together with the pay was too good to be true—but since it wasn't being promoted to anyone around the streets, then it should be a small company.
"How are you so sure I can trust this" Wemmbu asks skeptically—his face wearing a wary expression. "Oh I'm sure you can. I work there! "
"Where do I sign? "
Wifies points his fingers on as spot with one line "over here, make sure to read it okay? " He hands the paper to Wemmbu together with a black pen, excitement glimmering across his face as he watched Wemmbu's eyes glide through the words, obviously not reading anything on it.
Within a few seconds of reading, Wemmbu found a pillar to rest the paper on and write his signature on the paper—a small smiley face with a 'W' at the beginning scribbled across the line before he hands it to Wifies.
"Thank you! You start next week! I'll send you the location through messages and I'll notify you if you'll need to bring anything. " Wifies grabs back the paper and puts it under his arm—walking away as he waves bye to Wemmbu.
Wemmbu stands on the brick covered road—eyes full of hope and happiness since he can finally quit his torturous job with his god forsaken boss and coworkers—a small tear running down his right cheek from the relief.
That night was a good night. But throughout the celebration, he didn't seem to realize a strange border Collie hybrid staring at him through his apartment window—wearing a long and white lab coat
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One week later, Wemmbu drags his purple luggage behind him—while carrying another black coloured duffel bag in his arm. Having since quitting his horrible job, he was filled with excitement upon starting his new one.
Walking into the grey building, his feet shuffle against the ground as he makes his way towards a familiar figure standing in front of a building that he assumes to be an office.
"Wemmbu! Great to see you again. I have your dorm keys—and the number for your block is written in this little note attached" Wifies pointed towards a little case with a paper that writes 'F-24'
Wemmbu grabs the keys in Wifies hands and looks at the note, then waving bye to Wifies and heads towards his dorm room—dragging his suitcase behind him as he slowly ascends the steps leading to his room.
Upon reaching the area, he uses the key given to unlock the door—revealing a lavishly decorated area with tons of necessities such as food, drinks, clothes, and many more. In front of him lays a king sized bed, covered with a plush layer of bedsheets with an outfit presented—laying on the bed.
Wemmbu sets his luggage and duffel bag on the floor, walking closer to the outfit—curious on what they have prepared for him.
Upon reaching closer, the outfit presented seemed to be a middle length slightly translucent gown—the clothing looked like something more meant for ladies rather than men like him.
The thought of wearing something feminine didn't appeal to him—rather he resented it. The soft fabric laying in front of him reminding him about things in the past that he would prefer to forget.
Turning his body and heading to the door, he inched his head outside to look for any people surrounding the block—his eyes ultimately setting upon a person dressed in fully black with a veil covering their face—hiding their identity.
"Heyy... Hello.. Uhh is it a must to wear that thing? " Wemmbu points to the inside of his room—signaling the dress.
The person standing outside does not turn their head to face Wemmbu, but replies him almost instantly. "Yes. The clothing provided for your first day is a must to wear" the person answered sternly—making Wemmbu slowly inch back into his room upon hearing the persons stern voice.
The building was almost starting to feel like a prison rather than a simple product testing factory—Wemmbu was starting to question if he was signing up for a safe job.
Swallowing his fear, he removes his clothes and puts on the dress slowly—having to take small breaks when wearing it.
Once he had finished dressing up, he looks back onto the bed to be met with a note—reading 'once you have finished, head to the office. There will be someone to show you where to go :) '
The note was written in neat handwriting—the smiley face at the end easing the tension around him slightly as he exits the room and heads down to what he thought before was the office.
Walking closer to the office, he was fully expecting Wifies to be outside the building—but what he saw fell short of his expectations. It was another person dressed in fully black with a veil covering their face—he was really starting to get worried if we joined a cult of some sorts.
Walking closer to the mysterious person he tries to put on his best smile to ease the tension, just to be met with the person instantly moving towards somewhere—signaling to follow them.
Wemmbu sighed dissapointedly as he followed the person silently—careful to not make his footsteps too loud.
The person arrived at a fully concrete walled block—with one observing window and a metal door with one chair in the middle.
Wemmbu swallowed his saliva when he saw that the chair had leather straps that were a hundred percent meant for restraining.
Completely unnoticing the hole located on the bottom of the chair, he followed the person inside of the room and sat down on the chair—as what the person signalled for him to do.
"Hold still and put your arms and legs here—I need to tie these up" the person spoke—that voice sounded way too familiar to Wemmbu, he knew who this was, he was even friends with them—but what were they doing here?
"Parrot? "
Wemmbu looked up to the man that was tying his hands onto the chair. Noticing that the man instantly went still for a second before continuing with his objective—he knew that the man in front of him was indeed Parrotx2.
"Parrot—wha—what are you doing here. Can you explain what this is? Like I thought this was a product testing company—not an execution centre" Wemmbu chuckles nervously once he senses that the man had looked up to him.
"Wemmbu—I was surprised to know that you were joining a sex toy company. "
Wemmbu's smile dropped once the information was give to him. Sex toy company? what does he even mean?
"Wha—I—I thought that this job was testing hair supplies. By the way, whats with the need of me wearing a dress? " Wemmbu asks nervously—panic overriding his usually calm face.
"Wemmbu, did you not read the fine print—did you even read the contract? " Parrot asks back—voice mixed a tone of mocking and confusion.
he didnt read the contract.
He completely forgot—he was so absorbed onto quitting his job to the fact he didn't even read the contract—let alone the fine print. He was ultimately fucked—sex toy company? He never even experienced masturbation since he was so busy with everything he didn't want to think about the past .
A bead of sweat fell down his forehead upon realizing how fucked he is physically and mentally. "Well—can I actually quit like right now? " Wemmbu looks up to Parrot that gives him back a disappointed stare.
"Wemmbu, you signed the contract form—theres nothing I can do"
The realization sent a shiver down his spine—just as he was about to plead to Parrot, other people that was dressed exactly the same with black veils came in with scissors and a fuck machine—or what he thinks is a fuck machine.
Trying to release himself from the bearings, he shooke his wrist around—trying to losen the leather strap but failing because of the strap being tied too tight to even move.
The people moved swiftly—one of them bending down on one knee and attaching the fuck machine below Wemmbu while another uses the scissors to cut the dress Wemmbu was wearing—bringing relief and dread to him at the same time.
His underwear was cut off too—the people not giving him a chance to even plead or talk by shoving a ball gag around his mouth and tying it behind his head.
Wemmbu's teeth bit hard onto the ball gag—each tooth pressing against the hard rubber ball while the person moved on to tie a blindfold around Wemmbu's eyes.
Wemmbu thrashed and struggled around the bearings—trying his best to release himself from the leather straps while Parrot watches over Wemmbu to make sure that he can't escape.
The man then exited the room and came back with a dildo in his hands—approximately 6 inches. The dildo was surrounded with barbs on the sides and a knot located at it's base.
Wemmbu started panicking upon seeing the toy, despite his blindfold blocking half of his vision—it was big, yes—but he wasn't ready. He was a hundred percent sure that he was dry as the Sahara desert to even be taking something like this.
Deep in thought, he didn't realize Parrot inching closer to him and dipping his fingers below Wemmbu, shoving them into his cunt in one swift move.
The gesture shocked Wemmbu as he felt the familiar unknown sensation. Gasping one Parrots fingers were fully sheathed inside his pussy—pumping his slender fingers into him as slick was slowly produced—coating Parrots fingers with his juices.
"What a slut—getting this wet over my fingers" Parrot teased, pumping his fingers deeper and grazing Wemmbu's walls. Biting harder onto the rubber ball while tears brim around his eyes and soaked his blindfold from the unwanted sensation.
Before Wemmbu reached his climax, Parrot removed his fingers from his cunt—earning a small sigh of relief and a whine escaping from his lips.
Parrot signals to the other people surrounding the room to proceed—the people instantly starting to move as they secured the dildo underneath Wemmbu and attached it's plug to the nearest socket—the other removing the cover that was covering the hole located in the bottom of the chair, exposing Wemmbu's pussy straight to the dildo that was located centimeters away.
The machine instantly came to life, the 6 inched dildo spearing into Wemmbu's pussy constantly as he released a series of moans that were muffled by the gag with every penetration coming from the dildo beneath him. The knotted base spreading his hole wider.
Parrot watched Wemmbu through the glass window, noting down every reaction from the man onto his clipboard that was secured in his arms—hand moving fast whenever the tinniest bit of new reactions comes from Wemmbu.
Meanwhile, Wemmbu was gripping the handles of the chair tightly with every thrust of the toy. Legs shaking as the toy works it's way through his pussy—the tip pressing against his cervix.
His eyes roll to the back of his head while his back arches against the chair, fingers gripping tightly at the chair handles when his orgasm comes, a strong spurt of cum releasing from his pussy and soaking the concrete floor underneath him—the dildo still not coming to a stop making him whine against the gag.
Parrot signaled towards the veiled people to stop the machine, the two people instantly receiving the command and walking to Wemmbu and turning off the machine—making Wemmbu's figure slump against the chairs backrest.
Just when Wemmbu thought that it was over, a cold sensation was pressed right against his pussy—he could feel the folds being spread open as a foreign object attaches at his clit, the sensation making him shiver and the feeling amplifying from his recent orgasm.
The object immediately comes to life, its core vibrating vigorously at his clit—the small bristles at the end scratching at the tip of his clit, making him release screaming moans behind the gag.
Parrot takes notes of Wemmbu's reaction, writing back onto the clipboard while sneaking glances to Wemmbu's writhing figure behind the glass. His eyes watch the way Wemmbu's naked figure twitches and arches while the small clit vibrator on him works around the small nub.
Tears escape from Wemmbu's eyes and soak the blindfold, mouth wide open around the ball gag as his thighs shake from the overstimulation—fingers curled into the palm of his hand as another shaking orgasm releases from him—his juices coating the concrete floor and some running down his leg.
Parrot enters the room and removes the clit vibrator from Wemmbu, seeing his figure slump on the chair once the vibrator was removed. "So, how was the device? Does it need any fixing? " Parrot asks the demon innocently—looking at him with a small smile.
Wemmbu glares back at Parrot, heaving loudly. "It fucking sucked—you can't even do anything right" He shouts, eyes full of fury while looking at the avian opposite him.
"Oh really? It seems then we will have to bring this back to the workshop. Since we need someone to test the new model, your free day tomorrow will be replaced with a testing session. See you! " Parrot writes down in his clipboard, walking out of the room while the two veiled people walk towards him and remove the bearings from Wemmbu's arms and legs.
Wemmbu's eyes widened as he realized what was coming, a chill running down his spine as he watches the avians figure dissapear out the door.
When standing up, Wemmbu's legs tremble—the muscles overworked from the strain in muscle, making him limp his way out the door, being offered a small robe and towel to cover his body.
Upon reaching his room—which he was even surprised he could do, a man was waiting at his bedside. The man looked very familiar to Wemmbu—almost too familiar. The man's figure was similar to someone in his past where he would prefer to forget about.
Making his way closer to the man, a chill runs down his spine when his eyes meet the other.
"What's good bro? Missed me? "
It was none other than Flame.His brother Someone that was familiar to him. "Wha—what are you doing here? " Wemmbu muttered out, breath quickening as his legs stumbled backwards.
Flame bent down in one knee to rub on Wemmbu's pussy with a wet towel, pressing his fingers into the tight hole slightly—earning a small moan from Wemmbu. "I'm going to be your assistant—or more of a caretaker for this month. I look forward to looking after you li'l bro.
" shut the fuck up. What is your deal. " Wemmbu shouted—backing away from Flames grasp. "Hey, why so mad? I'm only here to take care of you. " Flame walked closer to Wemmbu, closing the distance between them.
"I never heard of a—a caretaker. What am I, five? " Wemmbu pushed Flame away, palms pushing against the man's chest—forcing the man to back away. "Wifies never told you huh? "
"Wifies never told what? " Wemmbu asks, voice still stained with anger. Before Flame responded, another hand coming from the back hit directly at the back of his neck, knocking him out almost instantly.
His body fell forward and his head hit Flames, shoulder—he could feel dark spots filling his vision but he could see Flame mutter some words out, only able to make out a 'M' in his words.
he hated this job already