[F4M] The Raven -Part 1 of The Veritas Series of Scripts

Hello and thank you for checking out ‘The Raven.’ This is the first in what I suspect I’ll be turning into a serial of scripts revolving around these two characters.

There’s two potential starting points for this script (which I’ve marked); the first at the beginning if you like a lot of foreplay to your roleplay, and the second when the meat of the story starts.

As always, feel free to take whatever creative liberties you want with it! Adlib, change the script, insert sfx, noises, etc. wherever you like. Gender bend one of both parties. Act out the other side. All I ask is that you tag me when you release the audio so I can hear it brought to life!

Enjoy!
~Vox_Nihili


Starting Point 1:
*Setting: It’s seven PM and you’ve recently woken up from your nap. Your job isn’t until the AM tomorrow, so you’ve got some time to kill. You decide to shower and put on something a little . . . provocative. Perhaps you’ll be able to find something to do down in the hotel bar.

The bar is about half full when you enter, music playing softly to fill the air. You scan the room and your eyes immediately light up as you see the face of a familiar looking Bureau Agent nursing a drink. Slightly ill-fitting suit, three-day stubble, and hair that’s a little better than disheveled, just like every agent.

Yes, he seems like something very interesting to do. Plus, it’ll kill two birds with one stone; your boredom will be relieved, and you’ll make sure he can’t cause you any trouble later. You saunter up to the bar, a sly grin on your face.*


A: Is this seat taken?

*He shakes his head, glancing at you before averting his stare. You take a seat and the bartender comes to take your order*

A: I’ll have a (Insert your favorite drink here; gin & tonic or old fashioned for me), thank you.

*a moment passes as the bartender begins to make your drink. The Agent lets out a soft sigh*

A: Long day?

*He responds with a ‘yeah’ but doesn’t continue the conversation*

A: Well, my day is just starting.

*his response causes you to chuckle*

A: Oh no dear, I’m not a prostitute. I’m a businesswoman, and some business is best taken care of in the evening.

*a pause as you lean in close to whisper in his ear*

A: Although, I’d be lying if I said I was averse to having a good time with you.

*you lean back, watching a shocked expression cross his face. The sound of a glass being placed on the table as the bartender serves you your drink*

A: Thank you.

*you take a sip of your drink. After a moment, the Agent says he’s waiting for someone*

A: Oh, you’re waiting for someone? Somehow, I don’t think that’s true, dear.

*the Agent asks why you think that*

A: Why? Well to start, the seat on your other side is taken and you’ve just given me this one. Not to mention, that doesn’t look like your first drink.

*the Agent attempts to deflect by asking ‘Don’t you have somewhere to be?’*

A: Oh, I do have somewhere to be . . . later. Right now, I have a couple hours before my appointment, and I figured I’d grab a drink to kill the time. You being here is a pleasant bonus!

*the Agent mumbles something about ‘why him?’*

A: Why you? Well, if we’re going to ignore the fact that I fancy your looks, let’s see . . .

*you pause for a second pretending to scan the room*

A: Out of the people here I’d consider spending my time with, that man over there is here to see someone who is clearly not his wife, and I dislike cheaters. That one there has a drinking problem and most likely anger issues. And her . . . I don’t think she swings my way.

*the Agent seems skeptical and asks you to explain*

A: How can I tell? My, you are full of questions. Well, let’s go with the first one then. His ring finger has the clear signs of a band being recently removed. He has several nervous ticks going on, including eyes shifting about the room as if he’s nervous meeting someone he knows. Finally, he’s ignored two calls already, both of which he sent immediately to busy. Most likely conclusion? He’s cheating.

*the Agent scoffs and jokingly says you’d make a good secret agent*

A: I’d make a good secret agent? I’ll take that as a compliment. But no, just a businesswoman. Having good observational awareness is key to getting the upper hand in business deals. But enough about me. Let’s get back to my original proposal.

*the Agent pretends to play dumb*

A: What proposal? Dear, I know you’re not stupid.

*the Agent looks unsure of what to say for a moment and reaches for his drink, trying to find his ground*

A: No, no. No hiding behind your drink. I’ll just take these . . .

*the sound of ice clinking in glasses as you pick up the two drinks*

A: If you want to finish this conversation, we can have these drinks up in my room.

*you turn towards the bartender*

A: Dear, if you would be so kind as to charge these to the penthouse. Thank you.

*you saunter slowly away from the bar. The music rises and then fades*


Starting Point 2:

*Having successfully seduced the Agent back to your room, you made sure to slip a little something into his drink on the way up. A few minutes after arriving, his speech is slurring and he’s swaying. You help him to the bed where he promptly passes out. You take your time to search him, removing all of his belongings; a worn, leather wallet with maybe a hundred dollars and several receipts to take-out restaurants, a cell phone, his badge, his gun – making sure to remove the bullets before placing it just out of reach – and his handcuffs. Funnily enough, no wire that you would have expected on an undercover agent. Well, that’s one less problem you have to deal with.

You bind his hands to the elaborate wrought-iron headboard with his own handcuffs. Finally, you use some of your own ‘equipment’ to tie his legs to the bottom posts, making sure your knots are tight and his body immobile. Then you wait. After about an hour, he groggily comes to consciousness*

A: Oh, I wouldn’t recommend struggling, you’re still shaking off the effects of my little surprise, and likely to hurt yourself, Mr. Agent.

*he lets out a strangled cry for help that might have concerned you if you weren’t in the penthouse*

A: Well, that was a rather valiant attempt, not that yelling will do you any good, Dear. This hotel knows how to protect the privacy of their VIPs and this penthouse is very well soundproofed. But I’d rather you didn’t yell while we talked. Can you do that for me dear? Please? . . . No? Well I suppose, you can’t say I didn’t ask nicely.

*you slowly remove your underwear from beneath your dress, making sure to give him a little show. You smile as you notice a twitch in his trousers. You grab his jaw, forcing his mouth open – he can hardly put up a fight, still seemingly a bit dazed from the drugs – and push your underwear into it, gagging him*

A: Now, just open your mouth like . . . that, annnnd there we go. No more shouting. Our conversation is going to be a little one sided now, but I suppose there’s nothing I can do about that at the moment.

*You sit back down and idly play with his badge*

A: Do you like the taste of my panties? They’ve gotten nice and wet while I was waiting for you to wake up, thinking of all the things I could do to you.

*he struggles a little more before giving you a dark glare*

A: I can see that you’re wondering who I am. I have to say, I’m a little offended! Don’t you remember our eyes meeting across the governor’s lawn that beautiful summer evening? Granted, I was wearing my raven’s mask and I was running away from you and the other agents, but I’d like to have thought we shared a very intimate moment!

A: Ahh, I can see recognition in your eyes. Yes, I. Am. ‘The Raven!’ Master cat burglar, wanted in twenty countries, the Ace of Diamonds in the Bureau’s Most Wanted Deck. It’s a real shame you all don’t have a picture of me to put on that card, I’ve seen the artist’s rendering and it’s not flattering.

A: *Sigh* I suppose I can’t blame you too much, since I’m not wearing my mask or wig. Surprised? What, did you think I’d run around committing grand larceny looking like myself? No wonder the Bureau isn’t even close to catching me, if you’re what qualifies for an Agent these days.

*the Agent makes a muffled sound of protest*

A: Oh, no, no, no, shush now. I was just teasing you dear! I’m confident that you are a very competent Agent. It’s really just that I’m far too intelligent for you all.

A: Anyways, I think it’s time we moved on to what I really brought you here for.

*the sound of a mattress creaking as you climb atop the bed and straddle the Agent just below his groin*

A: What am I doing, you might be wondering. Well, to be honest, I had truly gone down to the bar to . . . pick someone up as you might say. The fact that you were there was a little surprise!

*you unbutton his shirt and open it up, allowing you to stroke your hands across his chest and stomach*

A: I really meant it when I said I fancy you. You’ve got that overworked field Agent look that makes me want to tease you, and eyes that are just begging me to take control. Mmm, that’s a real . . . turn on.

*you unbuckled his pants and slide them down a little ways, enough to expose his cock*

A: Mmm, despite your earlier protests, it looks like you’re quite happy to see me! I’ve always said ‘a man’s cock is far more honest than his mouth.’ Hmm, though it doesn’t look like it’s quite full flag yet. Why don’t I help you with that?

*you apply some lotion or lube (or spit in your hand) and firmly grip his cock. You slowly start to stroke it*

A: Mmm, there we go. Does that feel good? Your head says no, but your cock says yes. Don’t be embarrassed, you’ve got a very nice cock. Good size, good thickness, perfect for teasing.

*stroking continues*

A: Now, I had some questions I wanted answering but I think I’ve got a good enough read on you to guess most of them. Just give me a shake if I’m wrong.

*stroking*

A: I’m fairly confident you’re here unofficially. You don’t have a wire and you seem to be alone, given that I’ve had you here for an hour and no one’s busted down my door. Am I right?

*he doesn’t move his head*

A: I didn’t see a shake so I’m going to take that as a yes. Good, good. Now I wonder why an Agent looking for the Raven would come after me alone and off the record. I’m going to guess that you’re not on my case, are you? Not anymore at least, not since the whole Governor’s Estate debacle.

*he shakes his head this time*

A: Well now you’re just lying to me. So why would you risk your job to go after me alone? You seem like a career man, probably been with the Bureau for . . . a decade or so? Yes? Yes. And given that you’re still a field agent, your career probably stalled out years ago. So, you’re looking for your big catch, your ticket to management. Better pay, better benefits, and that much coveted private office. You think that catching me will get you back in the good graces of management and finally get you that promotion. Is that about right?

*he head remains still once again, though he looks distracted by your handling of his cock*

A: I knew I was spot on. As I said earlier, I have very good observational awareness. Unfortunately, it seems like you’re going to have to wait for that office. Don’t worry though; I assure you that this will be far better than any promotion!

*his cock begins twitching*

A: Oh, are you getting close?

*you immediately stop stroking his cock. It twitches angrily in the air, on the cusp of release*

A: We can’t have that yet! You’ve still got work to do and I find most men get very . . . lazy if they cum first. No, you’re going to have to earn it first!

*rustling and mattress sounds as you move up to his head and pull your dress up, exposing yourself to him*

A: Now, I need you to behave Mr. Agent. I’m going to remove my panties from your mouth and you’re going to remain quiet. I think we can both agree that no one is coming for you. And really, why would you want to interrupt this? You get to worship one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever met, and then I reward you! It’s really a win-win situation. Agreed?

*the Agent looks up at you for a moment, a battle clearly raging across his face before he slowly nods*

A: Good boy!

*you remove your underwear from his mouth and toss them to the side. He does as you say and remains quiet. You gently lower yourself until your pussy is barely an inch above his face*

A: Alright then, get your tongue working.

*he hesitates for a moment before his tongue gingerly reaches out and tastes you*

A: Mmm, that’s it, good boy. No need to hesitate.

*you begin to moan as he starts to lick* (add moaning in this passage as you see fit)

A: You know, some women don’t like facial hair on their men, but I like a little scruff on mine. Mmm, adds some extra . . . sensation when sitting on their face.

*his tongue continues to work at you, displaying a bit of experience that surprises you*

A: Mmmmm, you’ve done this before, Mr. Agent. I had you pegged as a bottom when I saw you sitting at the bar tonight . . . Glad I was right. It’s so nice not to have to teach you how to pleasure me properly.

*you slowly being to grind on his face, gripping his hair tightly in one hand. Every now and then his tongue flicks up to work at your clit*

A: Hahh, you know . . . I don’t know . . . why the Bureau is so . . . so concerned about me . . . There are way worse people . . . out there than me. I’m just a thief . . . And everyone I steal from . . . can easily afford to lose something. Hah, in fact . . . some of them deserve to be stolen from.

*he manages to gasp out, ‘what do you mean’ between breaths, but you roughly pull his head tighter between your legs*

A: Uh, uh, I didn’t say you could talk. Your only job is to lick my cunt.

*you stop talking for a bit, focusing on your pleasure and his tongue*

A: I’m not . . . going to do your job . . . for you. But you should really be . . . be looking closer . . . at those I’m stealing from . . . Hah, that’s the only clue . . . I’ll give you . . . But don’t worry about them . . . Right now . . . I’m your only . . . concern
*moaning slowly increases*

A: Hah, that’s it, Mr. Agent . . . I’m getting close.

*you drop your hands to the bed and begin to grind faster and harder on his face*

A: How do you like that . . . Mr. Agent? Feels like . . . I’m fucking . . . your face, doesn’t it? . . . Makes you feel like . . . you’re just a toy . . . used for my pleasure. You like that don’t you? . . . I can see your cock . . . twitching.

*continued grinding and moaning*

A: Mmmmmm, I’d love to take you home . . . tie you up and . . . break you in . . . until your only thoughts would be about . . . how to please me.

A: I could have . . . my very own Bureau Agent . . . as a slave. I can think of a million uses for you . . . most of them . . . with you naked . . . Hahhh, just thinking about it gets me so . . . excited!

*your breath starts to hitch as you grow closer to release*

A: Hah, that’s it . . . make me cum . . . Make Mistress cum, Pet!

*moans escalate, crescendoing in climax. Heavy breathing follows as you recover*

A: Hah, hah, hah. Mmmm that felt good Mr. Agent. You even got me into Domme mode for a moment there.

*heavy breathing*

A: Hah, I wish I could keep you as a pet. Breaking-in someone who didn’t know this is what they wanted is so refreshing. Feels so . . . satisfying. But unfortunately, we’re on opposite sides of the law. Pity.

*you get up off the bed and straighten up your dress. You catch a quickly muffled groan of protest from the Agent*

A: What’s that? What about you?

*you laugh at the look of embarrassment on the Agent*

A: Dear, I never did say what your reward was going to be! No, I think I’ll leave you unsatisfied today. That way, when you jerk off later, you’ll think of me. But I do have a reward for you.

*you walk over to tap on the camera you set up on a dresser nearby*

A: Your reward is that I don’t send this recording to your bosses AND a chance to get out of your cuffs before room cleaning arrives tomorrow. Aren’t I kind?

*rustling as you put a few things away*

A: To be honest, the recording is mostly for my personal pleasure. Now, if I ever need release, I can just rewatch our little tryst! It just so happens that it serves as a little insurance for me, and a little . . . motivation for you. If I’m ever . . . unable to stop it, this video will be sent to your bosses and every major news outlet in the world. I’m sure you and the Bureau wouldn’t like that.

*pause for dramatic effect*

A: No, I didn’t think so.

*you walk over to the nightstand where his gun and the cuff keys are. You place the key in your mouth, walk over to him, and give him a long kiss goodbye*

A: Mmm, that’s the key to the cuffs, so I wouldn’t recommend swallowing it. If you manage to get out of these yourself, I’ll be impressed! Well, until next time Mr. Agent.

*the sound of you walking away, a door opening, and then shutting*

END