Corporate Corruption

Dear damnedcomic,
I’m writing this confession from the quiet luxury of my high-rise corner office after another long, deliciously deviant day. My name is Elena Voss – at least, that’s what they call me in the gleaming corporate world where I rule as a sharp, auburn-haired executive with piercing green eyes, tailored pencil skirts that hug my slender waist and heart-shaped ass, and silk blouses that tease just a hint of lace beneath. To the outside world, I’m the composed, high-powered boss every ambitious young graduate dreams of working for. But behind closed doors and after hours, I’m something far darker: a corrupting Mistress with an insatiable hunger for turning innocent, unsuspecting couples into my personal, obedient sex slaves. This is the filthy, step-by-step story of how I slowly groomed a fresh-out-of-college handsome young man and his stunning fiancée into my willing toys. If you enjoy tales of tease, denial, power, and total corruption, settle in. This one gets very wet.
The Beginning: Spotting Fresh Prey. He was 22, straight out of university – let’s call him Adam. Tall, athletic, with that clean-cut, boyish charm and an eager-to-please attitude that made my corruption fetish flare instantly. His fiancée, Sophia, was an absolute vision: raven-haired, curvaceous, with full lips and an innocent sparkle that screamed ‘breakable.’ They were the perfect couple – engaged, ambitious, and utterly clueless about the darkness waiting for them in my office.
It started subtly. I hired Adam as my personal assistant. During his first week, Sophia would visit the office in sweet sundresses, kissing him goodbye in the lobby. I watched them with a polite smile, already imagining her on her knees and him locked in desperate need. My plan was simple and vicious: own her first, make her my eager slut, then use her to break him.
Episode 1: Claiming Sophia – Turning the Fiancée into an Obedient Whore.
Three months in, I invited Sophia for drinks in my office under the pretense of discussing Adam’s career. She showed up sweet and innocent in a white blouse and jeans. For the first hour she happily talked about their wedding plans. But when my foot slid up her leg and I kissed her, everything changed.
She immediately pulled back, eyes wide with panic. ‘Ms. Voss, no… I’m engaged. I love Adam. We can’t do this.’ Her voice trembled, but her nipples were already hard. I kept going — kissing her neck, sliding my hand into her blouse, pinching those sensitive nipples until her protests melted into shaky whimpers.
I pushed her down on the rug, ignoring her weak ‘please stop…’ as I fingered her soaked pussy. She came hard, sobbing with guilt, one hand over her mouth like she was ashamed of the orgasm I’d forced from her.
Over the following weeks, Sophia kept coming back even though she swore every time it was the last. She’d cry in my office, telling me how much she loved Adam and how horrible she felt. I’d listen… then spend hours breaking her resistance. I’d edge her for ages, bringing her right to the edge over and over while whispering, ‘Good girls don’t cheat on their fiancés, do they?’ The shame made her cum even harder.
I trained her tongue under my desk during lunch. At first she cried the whole time, quietly sobbing ‘I’m sorry, Adam’ between licks. But soon those guilty tears turned into desperate, hungry moans. I started making her wear the lingerie I bought her under her clothes. She’d show up at my office already wet, knowing she was about to betray her fiancé again.
The real breaking point came when I made her cum while on the phone with Adam. I had her bent over my desk, skirt up, two fingers deep in her cunt while she tried to talk to her fiancé. Every time she moaned I fucked her harder. When she came, she had to bite her own wrist to stay quiet. After she hung up, she looked at me with tears in her eyes and whispered, ‘I… I don’t know who I am anymore.’
From that moment, her loyalty began to fracture. She started staying later, texting Adam lies so she could kneel between my legs. She began comparing him to me — quietly admitting that he’d never made her feel the way I did. She still loved him… but she was becoming mine. Her body, her orgasms, her thoughts — they all started belonging to me.
By the time Adam finally caught us, Sophia wasn’t his innocent fiancée anymore. She was my dripping, collared office whore — and deep down, she already knew it.
Episode 2: Tormenting Adam – Keeping Him Hard, Denied, and Desperate.
With Sophia now completely addicted to my touch, I turned my attention to breaking her fiancé. Every morning, I’d call Adam into my office for ‘mentorship.’ I’d sit on the edge of my desk, legs crossed high enough to show him my garters, and describe in filthy detail exactly what I’d done to his fiancée the night before — how she’d begged to eat my pussy, how she moaned my name when I made her cum.
He would stand there, cock visibly straining in his pants, face burning with shame. I forbade him from touching himself. I loved watching the conflict in his eyes — the mixture of jealousy, arousal, and humiliation.
Sophia’s transformation was delicious. She had stopped trying to hide what was happening. She’d come home to him with my scent still on her skin and my cum drying on her thighs. When he tried to make love to her, she would ride him slowly, deliberately stopping right before he could cum, and whisper, ‘Mistress says you’re not allowed to finish.’ Then she’d climb off, kiss his forehead, and leave him throbbing and desperate.
The psychological torment was constant. I started making her edge him every single day — stroking him slowly while telling him how much better my pussy tasted than hers. I introduced the cock cage during one of our weekend ‘team retreats.’ Sophia locked it on him herself while I watched, dangling the key between my breasts. The look of betrayal on his face when his own fiancée clicked the lock shut was perfection.
Even then, Sophia’s loyalty continued to fracture. She started saying things like ‘He doesn’t understand me the way you do…’ while curled up against me after I’d fucked her senseless. She still loved him, but she was no longer his. She was my toy first — his second. And we both knew it.
I’d often make them kneel together in front of me: Sophia eagerly licking my ass while I fucked Adam’s mouth with my strap-on. I’d moan down at him, ‘Look at her. She used to be your sweet fiancée. Now she’s my obedient little whore… and she likes it more than she likes you.’
Episode 3: Complete Surrender – Making Them My Fuck Toys.
By this point, Sophia was fully mine. The sweet, innocent fiancée I’d first met was gone. She now lived for my approval. She’d show up at work wearing a plug I’d made her put in that morning, her pussy already dripping at the thought of serving me. She no longer cried about Adam. Instead, she’d crawl into my lap and whisper filthy confessions — how she couldn’t stop thinking about me even when she was with him, how she sometimes faked her orgasms with him because only I could truly make her cum.
Resistance was no longer part of her. She had completely surrendered.
I began using them together in my private BDSM suite. Sophia, now collared and marked as my property, would eagerly help me break Adam. She’d hold him down while I rode his face, grinding on his tongue while she whispered in his ear, ‘Just give in, baby. It feels so much better when you stop fighting her.’
One night I tied Adam spread-eagle to my bed. Sophia straddled his cock reverse cowgirl, slowly sinking down onto him while I sat on his face. I made her ride him for over an hour, stopping every time he got close. While she edged him mercilessly, I described every single step of how I’d corrupted her — how she used to cry and beg me to stop, and how she now begged me to fuck her harder than he ever could.
When I finally gave permission, Adam exploded violently inside her, his whole body shaking in a forced, ruined orgasm while Sophia smiled down at him with lust-drunk eyes.
From that night forward, Sophia’s transformation was complete. She started referring to herself as ‘Mistress’s toy’ even when we were alone. She’d look at Adam with a mix of love and pity, like he was a sweet memory from her old life. She still cared for him… but her body, her pleasure, and her obedience belonged to me now.
Episode 4: Eternal Ownership – Mistress and Her Perfect Slaves.
Today, they are completely mine.
Sophia no longer pretends to be the innocent fiancée. Every morning she crawls under my desk the moment I sit down, eagerly warming my pussy with her tongue before the workday even begins. She wears my collar under her clothes and my plug inside her at all times. When Adam tries to initiate sex at home, she often turns him down now, telling him she’s too tired — when the truth is she’s saving her orgasms for me.
Adam has accepted his place. He works with a plug in his ass and a cage on his cock, leaking constantly at the thought of what I’ll make them do next. Their love is still there, but it’s been permanently altered. Sophia looks at him with affection… and quiet superiority. She’s tasted a kind of pleasure he’ll never be able to give her, and we both know it.
In public, I remain the elegant, untouchable executive. In private, they are my collared fuck toys. I take them to my underground BDSM parties where Sophia is passed around and used while Adam watches, locked and humiliated. She cums harder when he’s forced to watch.
Their wedding is next spring. I’ve already chosen her wedding lingerie… and the only person who’s going to cum on it is me.
I’m already pregnant with Adam’s child. I made him breed me while Sophia knelt beside us. I had Sophia dressed in nothing but her collar, kneeling beside the bed while I rode Adam’s cock. I made her watch every inch of him disappear inside me as I told her exactly what was going to happen.
“You’re going to watch your fiancé breed me,” I whispered to her, grinding down on him slowly. “And when I’m carrying his child, you’re going to be the one who licks me clean every single day.”
Sophia’s eyes were glassy with lust as she watched her fiancé lose control and pump me full of his cum. She didn’t cry. She didn’t protest.
She simply crawled between my legs afterward, looked up at me with complete devotion, and whispered, “Thank you, Mistress,” before she started licking his load out of me. She watched her own fiancé knock up her Mistress… and she came harder than she ever had in her life.
But I’m not done with them….
On their honeymoon, I’ll be joining the newlyweds the entire time. Every single night, Sophia will be forced to watch me ride her husband’s cock. She’ll have to guide him inside me, lick my clit while he fucks me, and thank me every time I take another load that should have been hers.
Then, on the seventh night, I’m breeding her.
I’m going to strap her down to the bed, spread her legs like a whore, and make her look me in the eyes while Adam fucks her raw for hours. I’ll be right there, whispering in her ear the entire time:
“This is what you are now. A married breeding slut. You’re going to get knocked up on your own honeymoon like a filthy bitch in heat. Say it. Tell me you want your husband to put a baby in you for your Mistress.”
I can’t wait to watch her break… to see the exact moment she cums while screaming “Breed me, Mistress!” as her husband fills her womb on what should have been the most romantic night of her life.
There is nothing more intoxicating than taking an innocent, loving couple and slowly corrupting them until one of them breaks so completely they become yours. Sophia went from crying and begging me to stop… to crawling to my office every day, dripping and desperate for her Mistress.
Her heart still holds a small piece of Adam. But her body, her lust, and her soul belong to me.
I remain, Elena Voss. Dominant Executive and Mistress of Corruption.

Bonus Audio Read by Tabitha