Brainwash Drills Pt. 01

(Trying something a little different, this is a sort of "novelization" of a JAV series I've enjoyed while still taking liberties with the material. I hope you enjoy it, as always comments are appreciated.)

It was as normal a day of work as can be expected for an American living abroad in Tokyo. The accounting firm I had been recently hired at had shipped me out to their international office as soon as my papers had gone through and I found myself toiling away the prime of my work life in a foreign office with little actual responsibility.

Any abilities or job skills I had were ignored in favor of having the token American in the office as well as being the token man. Although it had sounded exciting and fun at first, working at an entirely women run office wasn't the kind of fun I had expected.

At best the women ignored me, but then there was my new section chief, Higure Minako. Minako loved to call me into her office and berate me for taking up space. Apparently the company's insistence on placing me there had meant she'd lost out on being able to place her own employee in the building, something she was reminding me rather forcefully this morning.

"You fucking make me sick, having you work here. As if we need one second of you sitting in this office doing nothing to make this company any stronger." The assertive Japanese woman sneered at me as she spoke.

I quietly stood my ground, knowing that to answer would be to unleash more of Higure-san's wrath.

"You fucking foreigners come over here and take up space is what you do! I could hire one hundred people on the street with more use than you. You're a fucking piece of garbage!" With a surprising amount of strength she grabbed me and threw me down onto her couch.

Panicking, I gave her secretary a look that was replied with a thousand mile stare of indifference as Minako picked up her stilettoed laden foot and shoved me down.

"Look at you, " she sneered "You fucking pervert working here with all these women, jacking off at home about us. I bet you get off on me treating you like slime, don't you slime boy?"

While I wasn't attracted to the dominating personality it was hard to conceal my attraction to Minako. She stood at about five foot five, dressed sharply each day, and had a great body. I tried to tear my eyes away as she pushed sharply down with her foot, her skirt riding up enough to reveal a pair of lacy purple panties.

"Please, Higure-san, that hurts," I said as I could feel my cock begin to stiffen as the woman seemed to almost purposely give me a better view of her crouch.

"You fucking slime-boy! I hope it hurts. Look at your fucking hard ass cock. God, you make me disgusted." Minako rubbed her foot harshly over my pants as she detected my erection. "Get the fuck out of my office before you cum yourself you piece of trash. If I even see you once more today I'll make enough noise up the chain that even your foreigner status won't protect your job title!" Minako turned to her secretary, a short haired busty woman, and yelled "Get him out of here Lisa!"

Lisa grabbed my arm and lead me away, her face a stone slab of silence that lacked any hope for my complaints to ever make it even one foot near an HR office. Lisa used her American name in her attempts to appeal to the American management and was considered Higure Minako's strongest ally in the office.

Luckily for me as I sat back down at my desk to gather my things and make my way home I was greeted with a small cup of tea brought over by the only coworker to ever seem to notice me, Tanaka Rei.

"Tough day?" She asked, her soft hands placing a hot cup of oolong tea in front of me.

"Higure-san seems to have it really out for me today. I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this."

Rei smiled sadly, "You've last longer than any of the other foreigners we've had. Maybe in a couple of months you'll get to transfer offices. At least you're being paid right?"

I grimaced. "Not nearly enough for this sort of stuff Rei-chan. Thanks for the tea, I've got to get out of harms way for today."

Rei nodded, "Ganbatte!" she said her cute face giving me an encouraging smile as I packed the rest of my bag and headed home.

I took the long way home as I walked through the crowded streets of Tokyo, thinking to myself about what to do with my current predicament. Stuck in a foreign country at a job that had me scraping by and lonely as hell, I wondered if staying here in Japan was really worth this time in my life. My thoughts weren't anymore clear as the sun rapidly set and I reached my apartment building. I just couldn't get Higure's threats and disgust with me out of my head. The fact that she ruled over the entire office with such utter disregard for common decency meant I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon professionally. If only more of the worker's there were like Rei and gave me a little more kindness it wouldn't be so bad.

"Hard when you can't get the respect you deserve isn't?" a voice called out from near the elevator. It was darker than I was comfortable when being asked a question by a stranger and I wished my building management was more on top of getting the lights fixed on the ground floor.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Just getting home," I replied, making a beeline for the elevator.

"At work, my friend! Isn't it hard getting the respect you deserve from your coworkers? Wouldn't you like a way to speed that up?"

I rolled my eyes. People who think the self help scams in America are bad have no idea what is waiting for them in East Asia.

"Wouldn't you like some help with Higure-san's behavior?"

I froze in front of the elevator, blood shooting to my face.

"How do you know that name? What is this?"

Turning around I walked toward the person heckling me, their appearance shrouded in some sort of dark garment I didn't recognize as normal clothes.

"I know just enough to get your attention. And now that I have it," they reached into their clothes, "Here you are." They pulled out a small booklet and handed it to me.

"Sen nou drills. Brainwashing drills. What is this crap?"

"Think of it as a shortcut. A shortcut for a deserving man such as yourself."

"Uh huh. Look, I'm not going to pay you for some weird kid's book."

"Oh no money, sir, no money needed. I jus task you give a look and see if it works for you. Let's just say I'm at the point in my business where word of mouth is more important to me than profit. Just...give it a try." It felt as if the figure was smiling, but the lighting made it too hard to tell. I flipped through the book and nodded as I slowly backed away and hit the button for the elevator.

As the doors shut I shook my head and looked back down at what I was holding. Brainwashing drills? What the actual fuck? I couldn't believe I had talked to that weirdo as long as I did. I sighed, you really will just entertain a conversation with anyone when you're lonely enough I suppose.

As I stepped out of the elevator I saw a lovely flash of pink and white and immediately knew I had caught my neighbor Kasahara Michiru out in the hall.

"Kasahara san!" I waved, trying to be friendly before realizing I had what looked like a child's coloring book in my hand. I awkwardly slid it into my jacket as the young woman looked over.

"Good evening!" she smiled, "You're home rather early, aren't you?"

"Oh, just, not a lot of work to do at the office."

Michiru gave a little laugh. From my brief interactions with her in the hall I knew she had just recently moved to Tokyo after graduating from university out in Yokohama and was living alone for the first time. She was pretty demure whenever we spoke, but was friendly enough. She kept her hair a lighter shade of brown and seemed to own an endless amount of sweater and long skirt combinations. Being a foreigner and a little older than a fresh out of university woman I was always too nervous to invite her over for drinks and here was no different.

"Well, always nice seeing you." She gave a little bow of her head and walked into her apartment, shutting the door behind her. Damn, I thought, surround by gorgeous women day and night and still miserable. I unlocked my door and made my way over to the couch, flipping on a light and began to flip through the so-called brainwash drill book I had been handed by that weirdo.

Turning through the pages I found various commands written in vertical script that looked a bit like Shinto seals. Most were of a sexual nature with a blank spot that looked as if you were supposed to write the subjects name in it.

" ____-san wears a bunny girl costume and becomes your bunny slut"

"____-san has vaginal sex with you and orgasms on your command"

"____-san begs you to fuck her in the ass"

The list went on for a while, and although it was a slim book each page had about six or seven of these commands with some being more specific about their fetish than others.

"____-san will unknowingly piss themselves at the snap of your fingers"

"____-san will wear a cat cosplay and be a sex cat for your own use"

I laughed and rolled my eyes at the most perverted thing I'd probably ever own and picked up a pen from my coffee table. Reading through them started to get me horny and I couldn't help myself from getting into a little fantasy play.

Alright, I thought, why not play with the perverted toy? After all, the book was going in the trash after tonight to spare me any embarrassment from some finding it in here so I might as well humor myself. My eye caught "____-san sucks your cock" and I grinned thinking about Michiru's soft, polite lips running themselves up and down my member. I spelled out her name in the blank spot carefully, "Kasahara Michiru-san sucks your cock" and felt myself harden just thinking about that beauty across the hall giving me head.

All of a sudden there was a knock on my door, interrupting my dirty fantasy. I jumped a little, startled, and tried to pull my shirt down as I walked over to the door.

"Hello-" I barely got the word out as my neighbor, still in her pink sweater and long white skirt walked through my door without a word, her hands gently pushing against my chest.

"Michiru? What are you doing here? Did you need something?" I sputtered as the young Japanese woman gave me a submissive smile and began to unzip my pants, pulling them down around my ankles.

"Mmm. Oishii..." Michiru's cream colored hands found my firmly engorged penis and grasped at it softly. I fell back a bit, still stunned by the impromptu lust that had overcome my neighbor and sat back on my sofa cushion as Michiru gracefully went to her knees, her tongue reaching out to desperately lick me.

"Oh fuck Michiru, that feels so good," I groaned as she gazed up at me with adoration, her mouth diving onto my cock, sucking with total abandon. Gone was any pretext of innocence from the slender virginial looking girl, here was a whore of a cock sucker, her hands and mouth expertly working my shaft.

"Michiru, oh I'm going cum, I'm going to cum right in that cute little mouth of yours."

Michiru continued to bob her head eagerly, her hand light caressing me, her tongue finding itself up and down me as I gave into the release and came. My cum flooded the woman's mouth as she made a small squeal, her hands flying up to her mouth to catch the extra that had begun to dribble down to her chin.

"Oh thank you Master." She said, demurely pooling my semen into her hands as she lapped it up with her tongue.

"Michiru?" I asked, gasping a bit for air.

"Yes, Master? What is it?"

"What do you mean by that? That I'm your master?"

She giggled as she finished lapping up my cum from hands as she gazed up at me from the floor, her eyes seeming to almost glow as she said,

"It means you are my master and that I am your property to do with what you please. Use me in whatever way you like Master and I will enjoy it and pleasure you. Please, Master what would you like me to do? Would you like to fuck my wet pussy Master?"

I sat back in a bit of astonishment. Total control of my neighbor, just from writing her name in the book. I grabbed the little workbook again and opened it to the page I had written Michiru's name and looked at the next few commands until a new one caught my eye.

"____-san will wear the clothes of a sex secretary and will become your personal assistant in the creation of your own branded harem."

Now there was a good start I thought, as I looked down at Michiru.

"Michiru, do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

"No, Master. Would you like to fuck me then?"

"Most likely, but I was also thinking we'd have a little fun together at my office you and I. How does that sound?"

"I love spending time with my Master. I can't wait to meet all of Master's coworkers."

"That's good to hear Michiru. Now strip off the rest of your clothes, I want to take a good look at where I'm going to put your slave mark if we're going to be starting a harem."

"Of course Master." Michiru quickly pulled down her skirt and panties to reveal a shaved, naked pussy practically begging for stamp from her new master.

I scribbled her name down in the book and focused my thoughts on that lovely pussy of hers as Michiru's eyes began to lightly glow and a bright red heard appeared right above her cunt.

"Oh thank you Master! I love my slave mark and I can't wait to help you with all my harem duties. I will be a good slave for you Master!"

"I'm sure you will be Michiru, now let's start getting ready for tomorrow."

I flipped open the brainwashing drill book and placed it on the table, motioning for Michiru to sit next to me as we began to plot out an exciting day at the office."