Tales of the Melandren Corporation - Chapter One (Patreon)

“This is a mistake…”

Nadia could not stop her eyes from rolling as she looked past the new ‘acquisition’ and over at her co-worker Tonya.  The woman was smirking behind his back, like the cat that ate the canary. She made a giant, exaggerated check mark on her clip board and smirked.

“…you see…I was supposed to be here to interview for the management position…”

Behind the whiny annoyance, whose name (at least for the moment) was Patrick Bronson, Tonya crossed her eyes and made another exaggerated check on her clip board.  The bitch was going to win today’s Sissy Bingo and that meant Nadia was going to be out a hundred bucks… again.  It made the fake-smile she was giving the new Sissy, that much harder to maintain.

“Is that so?” Nadia checked her own clipboard, giving the annoying brat the impression that she was checking his information.  She was not.

Looking down at her checklist, Nadia grew angry.  Her own bingo card was sadly lacking.  It had a lone checkmark on the box labeled ‘hey babe’ and that had been at the very beginning.  Since then, her luck had dried to a desert and the smug look on Tonya’s face with every passing moment made it that much worse.

“Look, I’m tired of this shit.  Do you know who my father is?  Bring me my clothes immediately or I am going to…”

It was time.  As with all of the new ‘hire’ acquisitions, there came a tipping point where the charade of this being an actual job became obvious.  Nadia had been dragging her feet, but she knew the clock had run out.  She was going to have to fork over the hundred bucks one way or the other once this stupid idiot said one or two more cliche objections, and there was little to be done about it.  

Normally she would just politely ask him to follow her and lead him to the showers.  He would be bound, depilated and then the Sissylink chastity system would lock away that tiny willy he was hiding behind his hands.  

That was the process.  Get them to sign the contract, manipulate them into disrobing and then handing them off to the processing team in the showers.  That was how it should be done.  That was how it was always done.

She felt her anger rise.

“…going to do what?”

She stepped closer to the small naked man, her height emphasized by the ridiculously high heeled boots that the company encouraged them to wear.  As part of the acquisitions team, both she and Tonya were required to look the part.  ‘Bait’ was the term most often bandied about.

“You’re going to ‘make me regret it’?” Nadia growled the words.

Beside her, Tonya’s eyes flashed with the unspoken ‘what are you doing?’.  Not only was she feeding him the lines that were obviously bingo answers, but she was also breaking protocol.

“You’re going to ‘sue me for everything I’m worth’?”   Her voice grew colder and more intense.

The man was shrinking away from her as she moved forward.  The Sissy was not an imposing figure.  Five foot eight at best, slight of frame, and not overly athletic.  Naked as he was, he was very aware of the imposing figure that Nadia presented.  Six foot two in the boots, her defined arms and shoulders rippling from the time in the gym.  The form fitting blouse she wore, stopped just shy of her pants showing off her stomach muscles.  While he probably weighed slightly more than her, he was soft.  They both knew it.

“…listen…”

She cut him off.

“…no you listen, you whimpering Sissy…”

Tonya stepped forward and Nadia held up a hand waving her off.  They were not supposed to use the word ‘Sissy’ until the bitches were in the chastity system.  Another protocol broken.  They were supposed to seduce, cajole and manipulate them into compliance.  Force was off the table unless the acquisition became violent and even then it was protocol to bring in the brute squad.

Nadia didn’t care.  She grabbed the tiny man by the chin, forcing him to look up at her eyes.

“Here’s what is about to happen to you, bitch…”

She spit the last word, and a tiny bit of saliva hit the man’s face.

“Your time pretending to be a man is over.  OVER! Do you hear me?  We are going to break you down, destroy you and turn you into something you were always supposed to be.  You are going to be a slutty, little shemale whore that we are going to train to be the best slut you can imagine.”

“…Ms. Kischik…”

Tonya’s soft warning might as well have come from another planet.  Nadia’s pushed the Sissy hard, his back hitting the wall.  She filled the distance, keeping her hand on the bitch’s chin the entire time. Pressing into him, she pinned him to the wall, his squirming frame unable to escape her dominance.

“…and because you’ve pissed me off… I’m going to make sure that your time here is special.  You are going to be used as a fucktoy by every man and woman in this place and when we have finally fucked the use out of you, we are going to sell you to the highest bidder in a foreign country where you will never be seen again.”

“…Nadia…”. Tonya’s voice came again, from millions of miles away.

“…my father…” the Sissy stammered.

She shoved him hard against the wall, knocking the wind out of him.

“I don’t give two fucks who your Father is, bitch.  You belong to the corporation now… and that means you belong to me.  You understand?”

With a pitiful effort, he tried to push push her away.  Tonya’s hand was on her shoulder.  Nadia felt the touch and ignored it as she grabbed between the Sissies legs and squeezed.  The high pitched squeal of pain permeated the room as she crushed his testicles in her hand.

“NADIA!”  Tonya was screaming and pulling her backwards.  

She let herself be pulled away.  Patrick Bronson collapsed on the floor, openly crying while holding his crotch.  Tonya was looking at her with a mix of disbelief and panic.

“What the fuck was that?” She hissed at Nadia.  

“What!” Nadia said, hating the defensiveness in her own voice.

“You just broke, like, every protocol we have. Have you gone fucking insane?”

“It’s fine.”

“Fine!?!   This is certainly not fucking fine! You may have just damaged the asset…” Tonya’s hissed whisper was so soft that you could barely hear it.

Looking over at the crying mess on the floor, Nadia felt the trace beginnings of fear and worry.  She squished it down.

“Have you forgotten who we work for?”  Tonya’s eyes were wide with fear.  It annoyed Nadia.  She was afraid for herself…not for Nadia.   Guilt through association.  “I mean it wouldn’t be the first time that real women were turned into product…”

“Shut up.”

She rounded on the blonde woman, pleased as the blonde woman took a step back in alarm.

“You’re going to be fine.  I’ll talk to Ms. Jamil and let her know it was all me.”

The blonde woman stammered something, but Nadia wasn’t listening.  Nadia knew without a doubt that Tonya would do anything she had to in order to save her own skin, up to and Including selling Nadia down the river.  

But there was no reason for her to be blamed for Nadia’s temper.  She would own it.  And if they decided to terminate her… or worse…

Nadia shook her head of the thought.  

With a quick stride she moved over to the whimpering bitch on the floor.

“On your feet…”

His wet eyes looked up at her in pain and fear.

“I don’t understand… You can’t do this…do you know who my father is?”

Nadia sighed and pulled the Sissy to his feet by the arm.  Any fight he might have had went out of him.  Just an empty vessel, ready to be escorted down to the showers, into chastity and onward to his new purpose.

As she pulled him past Tonya down the hall towards the processing station, the blonde woman just stared at her with wide eyes.

“Check your card.”  Nadia scowled over her shoulder.  “I think you just won.”