Conspiracies

Greetings fellow Earthlings,

This story is based off of the first erotica story I had ever written which had a mix of strong nonconsent and science fiction. There may be some similarities to TV shows, movies and books but does not involve real-life, copyrighted characters, or plots. This will be a longer series and will make many, not just one, references to science fiction material so I apologize if you do not understand but I will try and briefly summarize throughout the story for people to understand easily without having to have watched/read them.

In a nutshell, expect rough nonconsensual sexy fun with a dash of silliness!

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"Ugh, fuck." AJ rolled her head back in frustration, carrying a heavy cardboard box with all of her office supplies. She was not expecting to be kicked out of here this morning. A pipe had burst on the floor, and it seemed like her office took the most damage.

She scowled as she made her way downstairs to her temporarily assigned desk. Her boss's office seemed fine, which was completely unfair, and now she was going to have to walk back and forth all day.

Her own office, while small, was nice and private. She was a secretary for the CIA special investigator, a man named Charles Sauer. She never knew exactly what he was up to, she just did all of the simple things he didn't want to do. Basically she got the shit-work. Which was fine by her considering her lack of qualifications to do anything here except, well, being a secretary.

If he had any emotions, he never showed it. He was possibly the most stoic man she had ever met. If he spoke to her, he used little words, and they were only to tell her what to do.

And of course, the elevator was busted. AJ was about to scream. How could this day get any worse? She cursed under her breath, making her way to the stairs, trying desperately not to drop the overly loaded box that she could feel starting to collapse in her shaky hands.

Right as she got to the top of the stairs the cardboard broke through the bottom. Of course it could get worse. Why should she expect anything less? She bent down and started to collect all of her scattered belongings, swearing quietly enough for no one to hear but herself.

She heard a loud crunch and looked forward to see her tape dispenser, now crushed underneath someone's black leather shoe. "Ah shit, I'm sorry." The man belonging to the shoe bent down and picked up the broken dispenser. "Well, here's this I guess," he said, handing it back to her.

AJ raised her gaze to see who this destroyer of office supplies was. She took the tape nervously, feeling intimidated by his height. It made her feel small. He had a familiar face, but she also tried making as little eye contact with coworkers as possible, so she couldn't pinpoint his identity. She was not a social creature. He was handsome, with boyish but strong features and brown hair that almost reached his eyes.

He ran his hand through his messy hair, an apologetic look written on his face. "Do you need help?"

"No, I'm fine," she answered, defeatedly picking up her spilled belongings.

"Hey, you're Sauer's assistant, right?"

"Yeah, but now I have to move to the offices downstairs for a while."

"Well I'm Oliver."

AJ managed to pick up most of her supplies, piling it all up in her arms. "Can you please hand that to me?" she asked, trying to stay balanced.

Oliver picked up the last of her supplies, some notepads and pencils, and started to walk up the stairs. "Come on," he said, waiting for her to follow him. AJ rolled her eyes, but whether or not she wanted to admit it, the help was needed.

He led her to the busy office one floor down, where he dropped her off at her new desk. No more walls, no more silence. There were too many people and it was too loud. She felt like she was being thrown into a pool of sharks. She huffed and dropped the supplies on her desk, leaving it in a disorganized pile.

"So what's your name?" Oliver asked as he neatly placed the rest of her belongings on the desk.

"I'm AJ," she said simply, attempting to make this interaction with him as short as possible. She didn't mean to act so cold, but it was the easiest way she could avoid any socialization at work.

"Well, I guess I'll see your around," he said, waving goodbye over his shoulder as he walked away.

AJ put her hand to her face, rubbing her temples in frustration, mentally preparing for what shitty things may lie ahead on this extra shitty day. It was eight o'clock in the morning and she was already mentally and emotionally drained. She would've been happier working alone in the basement.

By midday AJ had already walked back and forth from Sauer's office four times. When she was called back to him a fifth time, she was about ready to throw her head back and scream. How was she supposed to deal with this every day?

As she started to march up the stairs, she saw Oliver coming from the opposite direction. "Hey AJ," he said casually with a little smile as they passed each other. She nodded back in acknowledgment but didn't stop.

Just before she made it to the top of the stairs, she heard a hiss come from behind. Oliver had turned around and was quickly hopping back up the steps.

"Um, what's up?" she asked nervously.

Oliver looked around discretely. When he was certain no one could hear him except her, he leaned into her ear and whispered, "You should know, from the bottom of the stairs you can see up your skirt."

AJ leaned back. "Excuse me?" she said, shocked.

"No, I mean, just be mindful. It's a little short so maybe, I don't know. Never mind, just thought you might want to know."

AJ's face flushed, unsure know how to respond and frozen in horror.

Oliver blushed and said, "Okay bye," and rushed away down the stairs.

AJ felt her heart race as she walked through the silent hallway to Sauer's office, Oliver's words echoing in her mind. She looked down at her outfit, now feeling incredibly insecure. She thought she dressed modestly enough. Her pleated skirt was cute, but not unprofessional. She always wore the same plain long sleeve blouses.

She didn't consider herself being seen as sexually appealing, not because she didn't like the way she looked, but because she just did not care in the slightest. Sex was never the first thing on her mind.

She was decently petite, and at an average height. Her breasts were not of considerable size, but they were a decent perky handful. She was not one to exactly showcase her body. So having some stranger at work tell her something so lewd like that was beyond horrifying.

She knocked on the door to Sauer's office and pushed it open. No one was in the room, but there was a pile of folders on his desk with a note on it for her. AJ leaned back on his desk, taking a deep breath and trying to ease herself out of a little panic attack.

The silence was amazing. She sighed and took the opportunity to sit in his chair, just for a moment. Just for enough time to get rid of her headache. She lazily pulled out the burgundy chair and sat down.

"Ah!" she leapt up when she realized she was sitting on something. Sauer must have accidentally left one of the folders on his chair. She curiously put it on the desk and opened it up. The first few pages looked like complete nonsense, probably codes of some sort. As she fumbled through the papers, she found photographs.

Strangely enough, all of them were pictures of autopsies. Those are weird animals, she thought to herself. She looked closer and saw what looked like a discolored human, completely deformed in every way possible, including several extra limbs. It had to be for a movie, or some sort of prank. Either way it looked hysterical to her. So cheesy, but she liked cheesy. Whatever movie this thing was going to appear in, she needed to see it.

Footsteps echoed through the hall, coming towards Sauer's office. She quickly shoved everything back in the folder, placing it on the chair and grabbing the rest that had been left for her to take.

AJ peaked out the door to see Sauer himself walking back to his office. "Oh, AJ. Thanks for taking those. The note says where those folders should go to."

"Okay sir, I'll do that right now," she replied, hurriedly walking past him. She looked over the note on the folders as she walked, seeing the destination of the first one. With all the walking she was having to do she was definitely going to be sore tomorrow.

Finally she was down to the last two folders. If she had had time for her designated morning cup of coffee instead of moving offices, she wouldn't be so tired and irritated. And of course, one of these folders had to go to down to the fourth level. What a fantastic day for the elevator to be broken.

She scurried down the stairs until she reached the strangely empty floor. She had never been down here before. It was quiet. Maybe her walk was not in vain. She took a deep breath as she looked over the note for who it was being given too. This one belonged to an Oliver Fuchs.

"Why? Just why," she said to herself, shaking her head and looking for his office door. But there were too many people in this building for there to only be one Oliver. But as she rounded the corner, there he was, feet propped on an old wood desk and reading a very outdated newspaper, door wide open.

AJ groaned quietly and approached him, gently placing the folder on his desk. As she turned to subtly make her exit, he dropped the newspaper and smiled. "Well hey there!"

AJ cringed. He was the last person she wanted to talk to. She glanced at the newspaper he was reading so intently. He seemed to notice when she didn't respond to him.

"The U.S. did not invade Iraq for the Stargate. You should really just throw that out. Are you even supposed to read that stuff at work?"

Oliver laughed at her response. "You've never even read the article, and I doubt you even know what my job is. And what would you know about the Stargate?"

"I know that it was found in Giza in 1928, I highly doubt it would still have been in Iraq when we took it all the way to Cheyenne Mountain. And the other Stargate, you know, the one that can take you to the Pegasus galaxy, was found in Antarctica so no. If we don't have it the Russians probably took it back somehow. There is no reason Iraq should be in the picture."

Oliver raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Oh really. You know it's just a TV show, right?"

"It's called plausible deniability," she replied and backed out of his office. Right as she closed the door behind her she realized how crazy she sounded. Now he would think she was some sort of weird conspiracy nut. Not that his opinion mattered, but still. This is why she never socialized at work.

Oliver watched as she left, smiling as she closed the door behind her. He ruffled his hair and put on his thin-framed reading glasses. What a strange girl. He picked up the newspaper, but she had made it a lot less appealing to read. "Weird," he chuckled to himself.

By the end of the day AJ was exhausted. At this rate if that elevator didn't get fixed soon her legs were going to fall off. She jumped as the phone on her desk rang. No more stairs, for the love of god, please no more stairs.

She picked up the phone nervously. "Hello?"

"AJ, it's Sauer. Please come up to my office."

"Yes sir."

AJ clenched her hand around the phone, ready to throw it across the room. She had to stop herself from slamming it back on her desk.

She made her way upstairs, keeping her eyes forward as to try and make herself invisible. Unnecessary eye contact made her extremely uncomfortable.

When she had reached the door, she could hear two voices in the room. With her luck she wouldn't be surprised if she was getting fired. She knocked, and heard Sauer's faint voice say, "Come in."

AJ took a deep breath and entered the office. Sauer was sitting at his desk, and of course just because the universe hated her, Oliver was there too. There's a chance this could just be a nightmare. If so, she needed to wake up now.

"Shut the door," Sauer told her in his cold monotone voice, not looking up from the papers on his desk. AJ nervously closed the door behind her. This was it. She was getting fired. For what reason she did not know, but why else would he tell her to close the door? Oliver must just be a witness.

"What can I do for you sir?" she asked, dreading his response. Sauer still did not look up, but Oliver was leaning against his desk, all of his attention on her. His lips creeped into a devilish smile, making her only more uneasy.

"Have you been going through my personal belongings?"

"Um, no sir," she answered, trying to avoid an incoming panic attack.

Sauer rubbed his eyes and put his glasses on, pulling out the folder she had peaked in earlier. He flipped it open and pulled out two long strands of AJ's long brown hair. She had been caught.

"Now, before I saw you coming out of my office alone there was no hair in here. But I came back to find this. Now, my hair is not this long," he said sarcastically, tossing the strands in the trash next to his desk. Not only was his hair a dirty blonde, but it was barely two inches long at most. "So tell me, what did you find?"

AJ clenched her fists, heart racing faster. "J-just some pictures," she stuttered.

Sauer's eyes now fell on AJ as he closed the folder and leaned back in his chair. "Do you want to keep your job?"

"Well, yes I do."

Sauer pulled out a large yellow envelope with her name scribbled on it. "Why don't you go downstairs with Fuchs and take a look at this. He will fill you in on all of the details of this new situation we've found ourselves in."

"Yes sir," she replied, a wave of relief washed through her. She wasn't getting fired. But what situation could she be in after seeing some dumb pictures of a fake monster.

AJ looked from Sauer to Oliver, who was still casually leaning on Sauer's desk. She decided she hated him. The smile still on his face made her feel humiliated, like he enjoyed watching her being reprimanded.

Oliver walked to her, hands in his pocket. "Well? Come on," he said, exiting the office.

AJ had to move quickly to keep up with Oliver as they walked down the halls to the stairs. Her heart was beating out of her chest, her anxiety making her breathing faster. A mixture of confusion, anger and panic flowed through her. Yes, she kept her job but what was this all about, what happens next? And why did Oliver need to be involved?

Oliver pushed the heavy door to the fourth floor open, politely leading her in. "It seems you just can't get enough of me," he said with a smirk.

Was he trying to make her angrier? If so, he was succeeding. Oliver led her to his office, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Is...is that necessary?"

"I think you will agree it is when you open that envelope."

AJ uneasily did so, dumping its contents on the abused metal desk. "What are these?" she asked, shuffling the papers and pulling out various photographs.

"Why don't you tell me?"

"Did you go to my apartment?" she said in a panic, frantically going through everything.

"Yep. And can I ask, why on earth do you have so much acid?"

AJ's jaw dropped. "How? You can't do that!" She furiously went through the pictures. Everything and anything incriminating, or embarrassing was contained in that envelope. But really the worst of it was her private stash of LSD and marijuana.

She was no drug addict, but she liked the occasional nature trip, or a good joint with a bad movie. Unfortunately it was not a good idea for her to have gotten the quantity that she had, but the more she acquired at one time, the less she would have to deal with a human being.

"I mean, there's some pretty good stuff in here but you're going to jail for the drugs obviously."

"What, why? Because I saw some stupid pictures of your freak autopsies? Is this some sort of government conspiracy, like you're going to kill me now or something, or wipe my brain? And why would that information even be sitting out like that for anyone to find? So are you going to tell me ali-"

"Oh Christ just stop," Oliver cut her off, putting his fingers to his temples. "Here's the bottom line. You do everything I tell you to, otherwise I will release this information. You will go to jail, all of these secrets you have will be exposed for the world to see. Do you understand?"

"I...I don't believe you," she said, her fingers starting to tremble.

Oliver smiled, cocking his head to the side and leaning down to her. "Believe it. From now on you're all mine."

AJ scurried to the door, swinging it open and dashing up the stairs to Sauer's office. She walked fast, and if no one else was around she ran. By the time she was knocking on Sauer's door she was panting.

"Come in."

AJ pushed the door open and shakily walked to the front of his desk.

"Yes?" he said, not looking up from the papers in his hands.

"Well, Oliver is telling me all of these things and I think he's blackmailing me, an-"

Sauer cut her off. "Oh so you caught that."

"I don't understand."

"He summed it up for you, right? I'm assigning you to him professionally and personally. Although I doubt you'll actually be doing any real work."

"What do you mean personally?"

Sauer lifted his eyes from the papers, giving her a stern glare. "Whatever Fuch's says, goes. If he tells you to send me paperwork you do it. And if he tells you to fuck him then you do it."

"Wait what?" she cried. This is why they were blackmailing her? So she could be Oliver's toy? Did they set up this whole lame conspiracy to just mess with her? She wouldn't be surprised if that fake monster, alien, whatever it was, was just made to trick her into thinking she fell down a deep hole.

"I'll tell you this once more. You listen to Fuchs, you do whatever he tells you, and if you don't you go to jail. Got it?"

When Sauer's eyes fell back to his paperwork, AJ quietly exited the office. The second the door was closed behind her she started hyperventilating. What was she supposed to do now? Go back to the fourth floor again? Nope. She was still at work and that's what she needed to do.

When she was back at her temporarily assigned desk it took everything she had to keep herself from crying. Trying to accept the reality of the situation was too terrifying.

She could run away. Fake her death, maybe go to another country. Thailand would be cool, maybe Italy. This would be the perfect time to be abducted. She'd rather deal with evil aliens than Oliver.

The phone rang, making her cringe. She debated not picking it up but took a deep breath and bravely answered.

"AJ?" It was Oliver, of course.

"Yes," she replied, debating quitting her job right there and then.

"Come down here please, and then you can go home for the day."

AJ didn't even answer, she just slammed the phone down and got up. The man working at the desk next to her looked at her uncomfortably, watching her abuse the equipment. But AJ couldn't care less as she marched off the office floor.

When she opened the door to Oliver's office he was sat back in his chair, feet propped up on the table, reading an old magazine. When he heard her walk in, he stuffed the magazine in a drawer so she wouldn't ruin his reading like she did before.

"What do you want?" she asked, staying close to the door in case she needed a quick escape.

Oliver got up from his chair and walked around to the front of his desk. "Come here," he said, motioning her to come closer. When she didn't, he titled his head and smiled. "Do you understand your position yet or do I have to explain it to you again? Or Sauer can upstairs. You know he's not as nice as I am."

AJ clenched her fists, her muscles twitching with every step she took closer to him. When she was within reach, Oliver wrapped his hand around her arm and pulled her close. He looked her up and down, curiously taking in her trembling frame.