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- [M4F] A Motivated Idealist [free use slut] [kind, warm, soothing] [reassuring] [creampie] [blowjob] [paperwork] [desk sex] [rape] [promising reward] mentions of [dehumanization] [torture] [surgical implantation] [perfectly normal conversations] [smoking]
- All SFX are *completely* optional. I mean it.
- [sfx: door opens]
- [all sound is muffled until said otherwise]
- [sfx: loud - if muffled - mouse clicking noises, and tapping on the computer; shifting of paper and pens scribbling]
- [kind, warm, soothing - this tone remains throughout] [yawning] Ah, yes, it *is* nine pm. Already? How the time flies. Are you going home for the night now? Good. I think I *will* stay behind tonight, just some little things to finish off. Ah, yes, thank you. Wonderful! You really *are* a wonderful assistant. I think you deserve a raise.
- [sfx: flick of a lighter, deep inhale, slow exhale]
- [slow, deep breathing continues]
- [pause]
- Oh no, you're just gaping at me - open and closing your mouth like that... no, no, not at all, you don't need to *thank* me. You've deserved a raise for a while, I think. You've worked so very hard ever since transferring to being my personal assistant, clearing up my schedule, doing all the extraneous research for the speeches I have to make, summarizing the reports *so* efficiently and yet so effectively, and really making sure and scheduling enough time for me to relax and work at my hundred percent all the time! Making sure that everything runs smoothly and to schedule...even when things have gone off the rails, occasionally. [laughs] What was it you said? Grab onto the rails and just ride it? Ha. You came well-recommended, and you certainly have been the very best assistant I've ever had. [chuckles] I remember the days when I didn't have one at all, when this program was just a twinkle in us four founders' eyes.... we were running around like headless chickens trying to get everything set up. It's much more professional now, and you're a big part of that success. So, thank you once again, and you deserve a raise, and you're going to get one. Now, take the rest of the night off.
- [pause]
- Yes, really! Go home to your husband. I think he'll be happy to see his wife come home early for once, right? [beat] Ah, the honeymoon phase really *is* some of the best times of any relationship.
- [pause]
- What about me? Well... [saddened] *my* wife... has passed on, so there's no one waiting at home for me. I'll be working late tonight. [beat] No, nothing for you to do. I'm just going to be doing some petty approving of the requests for restocking the safe houses. Yes, they all need my signature and I do need to know the contexts behind the acquisitions, but there's nothing too classified. No, go on, go home. Go home! Shoo! Out of the office!
- [pause]
- ...Oh, wait, hang on - one moment - *one moment!* Sorry, sorry. Before you go, would you mind doing one thing for me?
- [pause]
- Yes, exactly right. Would you mind telling me a little bit about *this* girl?
- [sfx: cloth shifting; sound abruptly becomes un-muffled.]
- [pause]
- ....I see. So this is one of the graduates of the senior class from the training camp, is she? Are you?
- [pause - 2 seconds]
- Oh, good girl. I see she's been well-trained. Pass my compliments to the head trainer, if you would? Wonderful. Tell me about her.
- ...Ah, one of the ex-criminals instead of the dishonorably discharged soldiers. And what were her crimes? [sfx: shifting of a manila folder over a table] Hm. *That* minor? Really? Just shoplifting? Obscenity? [chuckles] She's certainly been well-exposed to obscenity *now.* Tsk, tsk, what fools those in civilian society be. Oh, well, their loss, our gain.
- [sfx: flipping pages] Smart girl, too. Passed most of the hidden tests; rave reviews from the infiltration and seduction instructors... well indoctrinated - actually *converted* some of the failing trainees and got them to over passing grade? *Freed* someone from the breeding program? Fantastic. Certainly an exceptional graduate.
- [pause]
- No, no worries about me. [chuckles] I didn't get to my position here by being a bean counter, you know. If she tries anything I can take good care of myself - and besides, she's not wearing a stitch *and* she hasn't had the hidden tools surgically inserted yet, has she? The good doctor's been very swamped lately with the new intake, so I know her batch didn't get the tools exactly on time. That's fine, we don't quite *need* a full crop of graduates right now, although there are of course the specialist positions opening up in Rwanda and Sasketchewan in about two weeks. I'm sure she wouldn't mind sticking around the training camp a little more as an inspiration to the new batch of trainees, wouldn't you, dear? As some kind of a teaching assistant position? Actually, I think that's an idea worth exploring. Don't you think so?
- Perfectly obedient. Lovely. So, my lovely PA, that's it from me, thank you for all your help again, and please enjoy your time with your husband, would you?
- [pause]
- Yes, please have a good night too! See you tomorrow, bright and early, and hopefully - [sighs] hopefully the coffee machine actually works tomorrow. If it gives us one more cup of terrible coffee I might have to do a bit of percussive maintenance!
- Alright, goodbye!
- [sfx: door shuts]
- [pause]
- [slowly] ..."Is this where you turn horrifying?"
- Oh no, oh no, dear. Certainly not! What *has* that base led you to expect? Come on, come on, stand up, stretch your legs a little. Being on your knees for that long - no matter *how* well-trained you are, my floor is not the softest floor in the world, and I'm sure your knees ache.
- [pause]
- Oh, good girl. Yes, flattering me is very nice, and you *are* very attractive. Stand up, stand up straight - no, not like a *soldier* - you're not a soldier, sweetheart, I think your instructors are still working out how to train civilians - well, ex-civilians - although thrusting your breasts out there like that is very sweet of you.
- [pause]
- No, no, that's just during the training. Now, *normally* you'd go ahead and be assigned to vocational training out there in the world, but like you heard me say to my lovely PA the usual positions aren't fully open as of yet, and with the good doctor being rather swamped at the moment your cohort hasn't received the final equipment that you need to even do milk-run missions with a senior agent. Because you've gone through the training, you'll be treated with a bit more respect. There isn't any of that [finding it a bit distasteful] useless except for your holes *crap*, we both know you're a smart girl.
- That being said, I *do* want you to show off your training to me, if you would? Impress me, shall we say?
- -- Oh no, oh no, no, don't go down to your knees right now. Use your seduction lessons. Use your infiltration lessons. Okay, let's be clear, take this as a *mission,* if you like, even though it's more of a reward for being one of the highest scorers in the theory this batch. I get to evaluate the latest batch of graduates, and you get to impress me. It was a mostly random selection, out of the fifty of you - you are one of the top scorers, after all.
- Now, *I'm* not a sadist, and my motivations and levers are altogether different from either your instructors *or* the civilians you've been training on, so you'll need to use quite a bit more *skill* in order to get anything out of me.
- Not that I intend to give you even restricted information, and there's nothing in this office right now that holds those intel; but, you might learn a little bit more about where you might be going, and if you impress me well enough, you might even sway my mind a little. At the moment I don't *exactly* know where to assign you, but my mind *is* open to change.
- So. That's all the information I'm giving you, use that wonderful mind that I've seen reported to me. What do you think you'll need to do?
- [pause - 5 seconds]
- Oh, very good, very good. Yes, I *am* going to be mostly at my desk tonight, doing the most petty and boring of paperwork; signing off and understanding the acquisitions in the warehouse. Yes, I do work mostly with either hardcopy or softcopy, depending on if we want to leave a paper trail or not. Wonderful deductions, my dear. So? What are you going to do?
- [sfx: rustling]
- Oh, wonderful. Yes, yes, very good. Yes, you're welcome to take that cushion.
- Now, I'm going to move my chair a little closer -
- [sfx: heavy chair, scraping]
- And you're going to -
- [sfx: unzipping noise]
- ...Provide a full five-star service, apparently. Well done. Well...done...
- [pause]
- [moans] What a lovely voice, my dear. Yes, yes, I *do* want you to be my freely usable slut for the night. Well deducted. A bit of boredom and stress relief, yes.
- No, of *course* you're more than just your three holes - you are a *person*, my dear, an agent-to-be. I might even see you on stage in the future, accepting a few medals. All in-house, of course.
- Now, I've got to get started on this, so -
- [moans]
- You are *very* talented with your mouth, my dear. Very talented indeed.
- [sfx: blowjob noises; wet noises, licking, sucking - continuing -]
- [moan throughout these lines; muffle them a few times]
- Ark safehouse wants... an extension to the electrical lines to cover the new bunker... yes. Aubergine wants... a restock of the food. Yes. Galaxy wants... restock of ammunition, including 58mm shells for Shepherd Team's guns... I'm not sure giving Shepherd shells is the greatest of ideas, but there *is* that mission upcoming... let's see... [sfx: clicking noises] Okay, signed, but *with* caveats, by God. I do *not* want to have to arrange for cleanup after Shepherd *again,* not after that *last* town... ah, yes, the motel room reserved for Octa has been booked, great, I really need to buy a property in that city and actually set up a few... [sfx: pen scribbling] - I'll let my lovely PA do that -- yes, you're doing *so* very well, darling. And Camp Peregrine wants...
- ...Camp Peregrine wants...*what?*
- A toilet? How the hell did they... *blow up a toilet?*
- No, no, darling, stop sucking for a moment, you're doing really well, I just need to concentrate on this. How did one of the Peregrine boys blow up a *toilet?*
- [sfx: pages flipping]
- Oh, for *fuck's sake - * really? *Really?* And now we have to source a motherfucking *toilet?* Fuck, I don't think we have the contacts for that. That boy's fucking *dead* now, or he's about to wish he was, if I know his trainer, and I do.
- [firmer, but still kindly] Darling, what do you think about a good, rough deep-throat? I need to return to a calmer set of mind before I continue.
- [beat]
- Oh, very good. Well trained indeed. Open wide, now.
- [sfx: Faint scritching noise, as of a hand gathering a handful of hair, roughly]
- [grunts of effort as he begins throatfucking her roughly]
- [working out his intense, but brief, moment of intense irritation, in between grunts] Fucking - idiot - pieces - of - shit! Making - my - life - fucking - *difficult!*
- [slow, deep breaths]
- [slow, drawn-out moan, leaning back in his chair]
- Oh, good girl - the way your wide, teary eyes just blink up at me, and the way your tongue just swirls around my cock, is *divine.* Who taught you that? No, don't answer that, it was rhetorical, I'm enjoying your tongue on my cock too much to want you to stop.
- Your tongue is so talented, and so warm on my cock, I could let you suck my cock for hours and hours. [moans] God, the way you hum, too. [growls]
- You make me just want to *claim* you, you know, spill my seed into you, and just - maybe I'll set up a reward program just for someone like you, you know? A *proper* eugenics program, not just the one that we call one. Fuck posting you to the far reaches of fucking *Canada,* I want to keep you in my office as a *pet.* Collar you and keep you naked *all* the time until your service is up. Wouldn't you like that, pet? [a little sad] No danger, no mindbreak, no risk of being used or gangraped for the sake of the mission.
- But I do need an agent up there, so...
- [deep breath]
- [shorter breath]
- Fuck it, I'm not going to get any more paperwork done tonight with my burning curiosity to find out if your pussy is just as good as your mouth. So let's satisfy that, and then I'll get back to paperwork and I can just *enjoy* your talents without needing to spill my seed inside you.
- [sfx: books being moved, laptop being moved.]
- [sternly, but still with an undercurrent of kindness] Bend over the table, darling. Spread your legs. Assume position two. Yes, very good, well trained.
- [sfx: slap!]
- Ah ah ah. Did I tell you to thrust your hips out at me? Nonverbal, nonverbal. Now, my tone changed, I expect obedience. I think you're going to need to be punished. I don't care that your slit is absolutely tingling, and that your cream is dripping onto the floor. I would have tested your obedience either way.
- Now, I'm not one for foreplay, because I *do* have this burning urge to spill my seed in you. It's just a quick one, nothing really --
- [pause]
- Oh, "get on with it?" So much backtalk.
- [sfx: slap!]
- Ah, your voice is *really* lovely.
- [deep, low grunt; almost a growl]
- [grunts speed up almost at once]
- [and yet, carrying on a conversation at the same time]
- There's always something I want to try out on the graduates of Camp Tango Hotel - call it my own little experiment - how *much* do they train you to like pain and humiliation? So, if I shove your head straight down into my desk - [sfx: little thud / bang.]
- Pin you down until you can't really even breathe, and escalate me fucking you even harder - which is even better because your nipples are scraping along the slightly coarse surface of my desk - do you get off on it?
- Do you clench your pussy tight around it? What about if I - thrust my thick fingers into your asshole [grunts] - without warning?
- Ah, that scream.
- Oh, they do train you well indeed.
- [improv to orgasm]
- [coming down from orgasm]
- [deep breaths]
- [sfx: stepping back]
- Look at that, what a pretty picture. A lovely, smart girl like you, lying almost insensate, sobbing a little, sprawled over my desk, leaking my cum from her swelling pussy lips. I think that might be a bruise. Ah, well. I don't like doing this, you understand, but paperwork is *so* frustrating.
- Tsk.
- Under my desk again, lovely, I'd like to finish this paperwork tonight.
- [sfx: flick of a lighter, deep inhale, slow exhale]
- [sfx: scrambling]
- Alright, I'll let the lovely PA loose on Peregrine tomorrow, and... get me back to hard now, sweetheart. Lovely. The next load, I want to cum into your mouth without having to get up from my seat. Don't let any drip on the floor now, or I'll take you from behind as you clean it up with your tongue, and it isn't like we get cleaners in here regularly. You might end up needing to take a trip to the good doctor *before* he inserts your tools.
- [moaning throughout the next lines]
- [sfx: books being moved, laptop being moved; flipping pages, pen scribbling]
- Camp Pocketwatch, looking for the walls to be repainted, that's fair, they do need to fit in with the nearby town, otherwise inspectors just keep coming over, and... [trailing off]
- FIN.
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