Marcus Kingsman and Dr. Sofia Sorina took up the perfect vantage point from the door side corner of the office facing the latest victim, Edward Meeks whose fiance was heading up the elevator to meet in his office. Pants around his knees, the computer tech coordinator employed by Jonah Hale smiled as he continued to stroke himself as he sat and waited.
"Hello Eddie, I'm here...." the pretty, tall, blonde fiance said as she entered the office. "What's going on.... What are you doing?"
Cassandra Denis, tall and blonde, stood in shock when she realized what her fiance was doing.
"I'm just jerking off, Cass..." Meeks replied nonchalantly, as if his behavior was normal.
"What the fuck?" the blonde replied, noticing a figure coming at her from two directions. "Who told...."
Cassandra took a step back and turned to head out the door where she was met by Marcus Kingsman, who reached out and held onto the woman before she could leave.
"I told him to stroke himself, Cassandra," Kingsman replied, as he began pulsing her into silence on contact. "And he is doing so very well, wouldn't you say?. Good boy, Meeks."
"Thank you Mr. Kingsman," Meeks replied, smiling from the praise.
"Now Cassandra, no screaming or trying to run, continue to just gently hold my hand as we chat," Kingsman ordered. "Tell me you understand."
"I understand..." the blonde responded in confusion, feeling pulses into her hand as her head went fuzzy.
"Now Cassandra, please have a seat," Kingsman said, leading her to a winged chair that was facing her fiance.
Cassandra, even in her diminished mental stare, gracefully glided to the chair and sat, instinctively placing her right leg over her left.
"No, Cassandra, spread your legs wide apart as you sit," Kingsman commanded.
Cassandra spread her legs wide, as far as her dress would allow. It was at this point that Cassandra realized she should be screaming, yelling, fighting or running, but simply could not manifest any of these things into reality.
"What are you...." the blonde fiance of the man stroking himself behind the desk slowly managed to audibly say.
"No talking, only listening. I am the center of your world right now, Cassandra," Kingsman replied. "Now no more words, sit, listen and smile for me, if you please."
KIngsman's face contorted slightly as he pulsed his latest victim into silence. Cassandra went to say something, but nothing came out of her opening and closing mouth. After a few moments, the effort to speak turned into a slight smile. Soon after that, the smile was wide and beaming.
"Cassandra, you will only speak to answer me directly when I ask you a question, do you understand?" Kingsman said, looking directly into her eyes.
"Yes..." the fiance answered.
"You are incapable of lying to me, Cassandra, you must always tell me the absolute honest truth, do you understand?" the man in charge said, continuing his pulsating assault into the mind of the pretty blonde, seated with her legs spread wide.
"Yes..." Cassandra responded, quietly as she continued her wide, beaming, smile.
"Cassandra, tell me your real name, age and what you do for a living," Kingsman began in his ability aided interrogation.
"Cassidy Doherty, 26, I'm a federal agent," the woman replied.
"What is the name everyone calls you in your normal life?" Kingsman asked.
"Cass..." the woman answered slowly.
"Where is your ID, Cass?" Kingsman asked.
"It is locked away in my car," the agent replied, as Sofia Sorina picked up the woman's bag and took out the keys and exited the office for a moment, making eye contact with Kingsman to let him know she was going to have her car searched immediately by waving her keys.
It was at this point that Jonah Hale walked into the office where all the action took place, after being notified by Sofia what was going to be happening. Hale made eye contact with Kingsman and nodded for him to proceed.
"Who are you investigating at this time?" Kingsman asked.
"Jonah Hale," Cass answered immediately, without hesitation.
Hale took a deep breath and nodded at his slave to continue the interrogation.
"Why are you investigating Jonah Hale?" Kingsman asked.
"The Agency doesn't trust him, don't think his business is on the up and up," Cass answered. "Concerned about proximity with Sofia Sorina."
'What have you found out so far?" Kingsman asked, as he looked at Sofia with a smile at the mention of her name.
"Nothing yet..." Cass answered.
"And tell me about your relationship with Meeks," Kingsman started. "Is he being used to get close to Jonah Hale and how have you tried?"
"Yes, I am using him to get close to Hale..." Cassandra answered, as the ability pulsed a heavy dose of arousal into the blonde agent. "I have tried to get into his work computer."
"Have you had any luck in getting into your fiance's work computer?" Kingsman asked.
"No luck...Ohhh...." the agent said, as her arousal increased rapidly.
"Obedience has rewards, Cass," Kingsman said. "In a moment I will give you paper and a pen, and you will write out all the details of the investigation into Mr. Hale. You will list all agents, all administrators involved in the investigation, anything relevant to this investigation, including evidence, suspicions, who is calling the shots, who you report to, EVERYTHING."
Kingsman pulsed obedience and arousal as he explained to the agent her next task.
Kingsman took a notebook and pen from Meeks desk with his left hand, and placed it on the desk in front of Agent Doherty, his right hand never disconnecting or stopping his pulsing. Slowly, Kingsman removed his hand from hers, and placed his hand on the back of her neck.
"Begin writing now, Cass, do not leave anything out about the bureau's investigation," Kingsman said as he stood behind her peering over his shoulder. In his mind, his ability was growing, and he marveled at how much he was enjoying exploring the control he could show. He audibly chuckled as he watched Meeks continue to stroke himself as he sat at his desk.
Cass took her time and filled several pages of the notebook in her writing, and as she wrote, Dr. Sofia Sorina returned, with a wallet containing the federal agent ID of the woman writing all about the investigation of Jonah Hale. She presented the wallet to Hale who thumbed through it as he watched her write the story of the investigation.
"I knew something was up, Master, just looking at them together," Kingsman said to Hale as his lover looked on.
"And it turns out you were absolutely correct," Hale said. "Excellent instincts, good job, my boy."
Kingsman beamed at the praise.
"His instincts and techniques are blossoming, Jonah," Sofia added. "I'm not sure what the ceiling is now."
"You were right, Sofia, bringing him in closer has been a wonderful addition," Hale admitted.
"He welcomes and accepts this role willingly," Sofia whispered. "His hypnosis sessions have been flawless."
Cass finished her handwritten report and Kingsman picked up the notebook and handed it to Hale as he pulsed excitement into the agent as she sat there.
"SIt back, Cass," Kingsman said, pulsing arousal into the woman as Hale read the report. "Enjoy the arousal, don't be afraid to be vocal about it."
"Ohhhhh......." the blonde agent moaned at the hands of Kingsman.
"What shall I have her become, Master?" Kingsman said, asking his dominant for guidance.
"Excellent question, my boy," Hale said. "Let me finish this report and I will let you know."
"Cass, use your hands to get more excited now," Kingsman instructed, pulsing obedience and arousal in heavy doses. "Remove the bra and panties now, otherwise stay dressed."
Cass quickly removed the panties and left them on the floor at her feet, then reached behind her back with her right hand to unclasp her bra, before sliding the straps over her shoulders and getting her arms through to free the bra from her body through the sleeve, which she threw on her fiance's desk in front of her.
Sofia picked up the bra and looked at it, saying, "utilitarian, and a 34C. How typically American agent of her."
Cass, with her tormenter's hand on the back of her neck, began using her hands on her breasts and between her legs with a frenzy.
"Good going Cass, enjoy the ride," Kingsman teased. "Ever think you would be this humiliated, Agent Doherty?"
"Nnnnoooo...." the tall blonde replied.
"Have you ever been this aroused?" Kingsman said with a sly grin.
"Nnooooo...." was the honest response.
"Of course not, just keep playing Agent Doherty, it's very important you stay aroused and follow instructions, respond as if I were your superior officer."
"Yess sssirr, thhhankk yyyouuu ssssirrr...." was the staccato reply as she pawed at herself frantically to maintain her arousal.
Kingsman looked at Hale, who had a wide smile on his face.
"Your work is very intriguing, my boy," Hale said with a smile. "And I have just the reward for our pretty little agent. Here is what you will do with her...."
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Nikki made her way to the nail salon slowly, removing her Mason Group lab coat and discarding it in a waste bin in the opposite direction from the destination she placed in her app to meet her girlfriend, Alexis Phillips, who contacted her using different social media accounts than the researcher was used to, using the name Alicia. It was different in that sense, but the rambling message seemed on point for her girlfriend who she had not seen since the night her mother disappeared, her father committed suicide and they were blamed for running a slavery ring. That was the night Alexis Phillips also disappeared, though not necessarily by her own design. That was a major talking point NIkki wanted to work through.
"What the fuck happened to her?" Nikki said, letting her mind wander to the seemingly crazy rambling message that was left for her.
Nikki made her way into the waiting area of the nail salon, and informed the girl at the reception desk that she was waiting on someone.
Alicia made her way to the salon for the appointed time, and she paid cash for the uber ride to the front door. She looked right at Nikki, seated on a green pleather couch, and nikki looked back at her.
"Who's the barbie with bad roots?" Nikki thought as she looked at the woman who entered, a platinum blonde large breasted woman in black shorts and a plain white tee shirt who was walking straight to her.
"Hey Nik..." Alicia said as she moved in for a hug, one she dreamed of since she was forced to move away under the directions she had to follow.
Surprised, Nikki stepped back... "Lexi?"
"Yes, it's me... I have a had a lot happen and a lot to talk to you about..." Alicia replied. "But not here, let's take a walk."
"I can't believe that's you...." Nikki repeated. "You're like a bad haired Barbie doll...."
"That's just part of it, NIk...." Alicia said, taking her girlfriend by the hand and pulling her out the door.
"No... I mean your eyes..." Nikki said. "They weren't blue before..."
"Shit," Alicia started. "I've had these in a few days, I'm so used to them I just left them in..."
Alicia pulled her hand away and removed the blue contact lenses, returning them to their natural coloring.
Nikki looked again, and then moved in for that hug. She pulled her head and shoulders back, and looked into the eyes of the woman she was embracing.
"Those are the eyes I am used to staring into..." Nikki said, memories of the past flooding back. "The eyes of the person I fell in love with..."
