"Bring the next one in," the Inspector called crisply. Her voice echoed in the cavernous room, causing it to bounce back and forth before fading away in the distance. She tapped her riding crop against the exposed flesh of her leg impatiently while she waited. Her lustrous brown hair was tossed back and forth by the anxious turning of her head. The breasts that were barely concealed by her bodice were full and ripe, the nipples poking through delicately. "Why does it always take so damn long between candidates?" she asked no one in particular. Her assistant, Lana, rose from her chair by the equipment locker and walked over to her Mistress, clipboard in hand.

Lana's plainness was in diametric opposition to her superior's striking beauty. Her blond hair was pulled back in an unflattering bun, her modest endowments hidden beneath layers of loose clothing. "Well, some of them put up quite a fight before the handlers can subdue them." she said, her eyes filled with hope she'd said the correct thing. The Inspector, as always, failed to notice. "I know, I know," she retorted irritably. "I suppose I'll have to find bigger handlers." "Here we are," Lana said, relieved her Mistress would not be inconvenienced any longer. A huge man was walking into the room, carrying a struggling burden over his shoulder. The handler was adorned only with a chain and leather harness that showed off his enormous chest well. Joanna knew he didn't need the adornment, but it was an impressive display nonetheless. The customers liked it, and that was all that mattered.

The handler's only other clothing was the tightly packed codpiece at his waist and the tall boots that covered his feet. Everyone in the building wore those boots, except the candidates. Candidates wore nothing. The one being brought in now looked like a handsome specimen, although his resistance of his handler was irritating. That rebellious impulse would have to go, if he was ever going to graduate from candidate to merchandise.

Of course, from the angle she was seeing him at, butt in the air, slung over the other man's back, she could only see a few of his assets. But the view was enough to know that this one would fetch a high price if properly broken and trained. "This is Roman, Mistress." the handler said as he came to attention in front of the Inspector. He held the candidate on his shoulder effortlessly, as if he weighed no more than a child. "Set him down gently, and do not permit him to move." "Yes, Mistress." The handler slowly brought the man down off his shoulder. Roman thrashed wildly, but the bigger man's grip on him was far too strong. The handler wrenched his arms behind his back and forced him down on his knees. "Kneel before the Inspector, slave." the assistant said. "Fuck you, bitch!" the man spat at her. Instantly Joanna swatted his hanging testicles with her crop, and Roman howled in pain. Squeezing his legs together, he tried to shield his balls from further abuse. Lana watched her Mistress with admiration, wishing in vain that the gesture had been done out of some special feeling the Inspector had for her. But she knew Joanna was just maintaining discipline. "That was unwise, Roman." the Inspector said calmly. The candidate looked up at her, and it was like he saw her for the first time. The graceful, aristocratic planes of her face created a visage that was both commanding and beautiful.

She also got her first good look at him, and was pleased by what she saw. A firm muscular body with a dusting of hair, a large full penis that hung down past his balls, and a determined, boyish face that was charming in its freshness and vigor. But she had no time for charm, there was a job to be done. "Now," she said firmly. "The reason you're here is because you have potential to make the corporation a good profit. I am going to inspect you and decide what is the best course for you to be put on." "Best course?" Roman said. The handler grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back fiercely. Roman let out a little cry of fear and pain.

"Be careful!" Joanna said angrily to the handler. "If he's damaged, you're going to be punished." "Yes, Mistress," the huge man said, as he slowly let go of Roman's hair. "I did not forbid him to speak, I just discouraged him from further outbursts." The Inspector stepped forward, the heels of her boots clicking across the floor. Roman's eyes got wider as she came closer, as if he couldn't decide whether to be frightened or excited by her closeness. "Best course." Joanna continued. "If I decide you have a good chance of becoming merchandise, you'll be sent to training. If not, you'll be transferred to human resources." "What does that mean?" the candidate asked. "You'll become a slave in some part of the corporation. Doing office work, janitorial work, or service work." "Service work?" "You will service people in the corporation. Your assignment will continue until such time as you are ready to be trained, or you perform so poorly that we have no other choice than to give you to the handlers permanently." Roman looked frightened now.

"What will you inspect me for?" Joanna smiled, glancing at Lana. "We use the word loosely. To inspect you means I will use you as a customer would, evaluating your performance as I do so." The fear on Roman's face changed to defiance and anger. "What if I don't let you?" All three of them laughed now, Joanna, Lana and the handler. The candidate's anger increased and he struggled in the handler's grip. "Oh," the Inspector said. "In that case I'll have the handler inspect you." The huge man behind Roman pushed himself forward, his codpiece grinding against the back of his captive's naked ass. Roman hung his head in defeat. "I understand...Mistress..." he said in a resigned voice. Joanna smiled. It had taken a little longer than usual, but he had submitted at last. "Good boy," she said. "Now..."

She stepped towards him, tapping her crop. The handler released Roman and stepped back against the wall. Lana took her seat, readying herself to take copious notes. The Inspector walked around behind her subject and leaned over, massaging his chest from behind. At her touch Roman's eyes closed and his head lolled back on his neck. Her dangling breasts brushed against his hair and she felt little tingles of pleasure coursing through her. She knew he wanted to turn around and bury his face between her legs, but he hadn't earned that privilege yet. Not yet.

She stepped back in front of him and loosened her bodice, letting it fall soundlessly to the floor. She daintily stepped out of it and reveled in the look of desire that came over Roman's face. After all these years, it still excited her enormously how hot she could get her subjects. That was probably why she kept turning down promotions and staying an Inspector. She was the best, and everyone knew it.

Now she wore nothing except her boots and the swath of fabric that covered her pubic area. With her crop she gently touched the man's cheek, then traced a path down his neck, between his pectorals, down his belly to the erect cock that waited below. She teased his hanging balls, slapping them gently to remind them of their earlier discipline. Suddenly she lunged forward and engulfed his mouth with her own. He let out a frightened yelp which turned into a sigh of pleasure as Joanna's tongue probed inside him. Lana and the handler watched without speaking. The big man looked hungry. The assistant looked a tiny bit jealous, as if she wished she was the one being worked. The Inspector stood up and, putting the toe of her boot to his chest, forced Roman down onto his back.

"What are you?" Joanna asked. There was no answer from the candidate. There was a loud whistling sound as her crop flew through the air and loudly smacked his testicles a second time. He cried out in pain and doubled up, holding his knees to his chest. The Inspector looked at Lana. Without being told, she pulled a long object from the equipment locker next to her. She handed it soundlessly to her mistress as Roman writhed on the floor. Joanna took the dildo in her hand and aimed it at her subject's asshole. "What are you, Roman?" she asked again. "I'm a...a candidate," he said breathlessly. "Good," she said. "Then start acting more like it!" She shoved the dildo all the way into him, and his whole body flexed in a spasm of agony. "Yes, Mistress!" he screamed through tears.

"That's what I wanted to hear..." she purred as she knelt down and straddled him, locking him in place with her strong legs. Lana noted that Roman's cock remained hard despite the pain. Joanna leaned further forward, her breasts coming to rest inches from the man's face. His eyes opened and he stared upward with an expression that was both tortured and enraptured. "Let me feel you, Roman," she whispered. "Taste me..."

His long wet tongue slipped upwards from his mouth to touch the soft hanging teats above. She moaned in pleasure as he found her nipples and caressed them ever so gently. His own moaning joined hers and together they started moving to a unheard rhythm. The Inspector reared back and then curved forward, dragging her breasts across Roman's face, while he strained to devour them with his lapping mouth.

Tentatively, his hands reached around to embrace her. When he was not resisted, he squeezed, crushing her to him. Her breath came out of her in a delicious whoosh and she started kissing him feverishly, her mouth seemingly trying to cover every inch of his face at the same time. The candidate started grinding his hips up into her, his cock rubbing against the fabric that covered her sex. The sticky liquid at its tip merged with the stain of her own wetness on the cloth.

The handler, his eyes glued to the spectacle below him, began to rub his crotch through his codpiece. Lana snapped her fingers and caught his eye, shaking her head in disapproval. The big man sighed but stopped. He knew the rules: no self-pleasuring when an Inspector was working. And the warning in the assistant's eyes was clear enough, if he didn't quit she would report him. Both of their attention returned to what was happening on the floor. Joanna was moving with her subject, pushing her shielded crotch against the penis that was delirious to enter it.

"Please, Mistress," he started moaning, as helpless and desperate as a child. "Oh, please..." "No, Roman," she answered. "Me first, always the woman first..." "Yes, Mistress." he said, and abruptly shoved her forward. His hands came underneath and seized the fragile covering between her legs. He tore it into pieces and without a second's pause plunged his face into the glorious treasure that was revealed. The Inspector murmured in ecstasy as he licked and caressed her with his tongue. As he probed into her deeper and deeper his hands reached up to find her breasts and squeeze them fiercely, cupping the tender flesh under his palms.

Lana and the handler watched the man's asshole tighten and clench around the dildo whose end still protruded from him. The candidate pushed further and further into the woman's sex, trying to work his tongue in as far as it would go. Joanna's moans became cries of ecstasy that got louder and louder. Roman's mouth sought out her clitoris and attacked it lovingly. He gnawed it with his teeth and stabbed it savagely with his tongue. The Inspector let out a roar that seemed to go on for several minutes, her head thrown back in abandon, her mouth slack in release. Her body shuddered, tremors emanating out from her vagina.

The handler and the assistant watched, their own mouths open, as their Mistress gloried in her orgasm. At last Joanna finished and gently pulled herself away from Roman's suckling mouth. He groaned in dismay, as if he was a nursing child suddenly denied mother's milk. The Inspector just smiled and re-adjusted her position, grabbing hold of his cock and guiding between her legs. The candidate pushed himself up and into her, squeezing his organ between her pink lips with grunts of satisfaction. "Good boy..." Joanna murmured soothingly to him. Together they found their rhythm again, the man pushing up and in with his hips and the woman impaling herself down on him. A shiny tendril of saliva trickled out of the corner of Roman's mouth.

The Inspector rode him, her hands on his chest, kneading his pectorals, rocking back and forth on his dick. Her movements increased in speed, her hips pistoning faster and faster. Roman's breath started to come in jagged bursts as he tried to keep pace with his Mistress. But he was too far gone. When Joanna leaned down to kiss his mouth, her breasts once again falling to rest against him, he let out a strangled cry of joy. She arched her back as her subject emptied himself into her, the fluid shooting forth from his organ like a fountain. The she collapsed on top of him, gently kissing his cheeks and eyelids. His body slowed its spasming until it was still again, the only movement the rising and falling of his chest. Lana closed her notebook. The inspection was over.

Joanna pulled off of the candidate, standing up easily despite the awkward position. She reached out her hand and took the robe that the assistant offered her, closing it over her flushed and satiated body. She snapped her fingers at the handler, who attentively leaned over and lifted Roman off the floor, cradling him in his arms. "Take him back to his cell and prepare him for training." the Inspector said. "Yes, Mistress." "You may use him however you see fit tonight, as long as you don't damage him. This one's worth a lot." A tremendous smile broke out on the large man's face. "Thank you, Mistress!" he said, and carried the candidate out of the room. As he did so, Roman snuggled against him, delirious in bliss. Lana pushed a button, summoning the cleaning staff to prepare the room for another inspection. "Shall I call for the next one?" she asked. Joanna looked distracted. "Mistress?" Lana said gently. "No," the Inspector answered suddenly. "I'm going to my quarters to rest." She started walking towards the exit.

The assistant looked down at her notebook dejectedly. Once again she was ignored, once again treated as nothing but a mere employee, when she had so much more to give and felt such passionate devotion to her Mistress... "Lana." Her head jerked up. Joanna had never called her by her name before. Almost to the door, she was looking back at her assistant. "Yes, Mistress?" she said hopefully. "Why don't you come with me? I'd like to have a -- private conference with you." The smile on her face was tender, inviting. She reached out her hand.

The smile on Lana's face was jubilant. She walked forward and took her Mistress' hand. Together they headed for the exit, and the sound of their heels bounced back and forth until it faded altogether. THE END

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