The Agent Pt 01

Content warning: Bondage, Drug Use, Electro Play, Violence, Slavery, Non-Consent. The male in this story has a slightly abnormal penis, and the female is a world-class masochist.

If any of the above is triggering for you, please avoid reading beyond this point. All of the characters in this story are fictional. I do not condone any of the depicted actions. This is merely a fantasy to stimulate the kinkier side some of us have.

Please enjoy!

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The agent was more than happy that she had taken her bio-suppressants before launch, since the intense vibrations of the tiny craft she was in threatened to rattle more than just her bones. The violent movement reminded her of other, more pleasurable activities, though she tried to keep her mind off of it. Still, she found herself squeezing her thighs together, trying to suppress the urge to reach down and...

"Viper 1. Come in, Viper 1" came the crackly voice of the mission handler through her ear piece. "Do you read?"

"I read you loud and clear, Hellhound," she responded loudly enough to be heard over the noise surrounding her.

"You are veering off course, three clicks starboard."

Using the buttons and levers that were placed around her lower body, just in reach of her fingers, the agent released three small bursts of gas, slightly altering the course of her space craft. Calling it a space craft was the definition of an overstatement of course, considering it was basically a torpedo shell, with its explosive payload removed and fitted with an extremely basic life support unit. The deadliness of the current payload, though, was arguably of the same level.

A few more bone-rattling minutes later, the call for her to make the jump came in through the crackling short-range radio. Her pressurized exo-suit would keep her alive in the void of space for the few seconds it would take for her to blow the top off of the shell and use the blast of air to launch herself towards her target. Flying through empty space was always oddly calming for her, feeling like a lull before the storm. Unable to use telemetry for the jump, due to the risk of signal interception, she had to rely on her own instincts to survive and land safely on the Battle Cruiser, avoiding any incidental debris and loosened parts. Business as usual.

With a soft thud, the elven woman landed on the side of the massive ship, having weaved around all potential threats with ease and engaging her thrusters at the last second. So far so good. Running the ship's schematics she had meticulously memorized through her mind's eye, the agent found what she was looking for. A small access panel, not far from where she'd touched down. Bounding softly on the surface, assisted with the artificial gravity well of the ship, she reached the panel and with a few swift movements, had it loose in seconds. One quick wire re-arrangement and the access hatch for the tunnel slid open, allowing her to slip inside. It closed behind her, the entire five seconds it was open hopefully reading as a glitch to the ship's mainframe.

Crawling in through the access tunnel, she reached the safety air lock that had automatically engaged. Tapping the atmospheric restoration button, she waited for the room to fill up with breathable air, before popping off her exo-suit helmet. Her lush, raven-colored ponytail spilled out as she took her first breath of the ship's air. Stale and humid; yet much better than the recycled air her suit provided. Slipping out of the rest of her exo-suit, she packed it together as tightly as possible before hiding it behind a loose reinforcement panel.

Resisting the urge to run her fingers over the second-skin, one-piece suit that hugged her athletic form perfectly, from her feet all the way to her neck, restraining her generous, gene-modded tits and her shapely, round ass as much as possible, she instead quickly checked her gear. Her void pistol was safe in the integrated thigh-strap, as was the injector-knife in her soft-heeled boot. She only tapped her fingers over the emergency supply pouch situated on her lower back, confirming everything was still safely packed. Switching on her night-vision goggles, she spoke into her ear piece softly.

"Hellhound, this is Viper 1. I'm in."

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Crawling in through the grease covered, dusty service tunnels wasn't exactly easy, but it was the best option for the agent to move stealthily through the ship. She had studied them at length when she had the schematics pulled up, determining the best route to get to the captain's quarters as fast as possible. It was a simple mission, really. Get in, reach the traitorous captain, stab him with the neural poison primed in her knife, confirm the kill and get out. Easy as that.

Or it would have been, if ten minutes into her endeavours had the ship not started up. She felt the vibrations of the engines firing, the groan of the metal frame as it broke free from the gravity pull of the moon it was orbiting. Bad news! She was relying on the scout that had launched her torpedo to pick her up once she had evacuated. But now, with her ship unable to follow, she'd be stranded if she couldn't find another way!

"Viper 1," came the call from her radio. "The cruiser is prepping its FTL drives. Abandon mission, I repeat aba-"

The sudden thrust of the boosters engaging lifted the agent off her feet, slamming her against the tunnel wall. She cursed as quietly as she could, trying to catch her breath. Scrambled words came in through her communicator, mostly covered up by static. A sudden feedback loop made her eyes water as it nearly pierced her eardrum. In a fit of anger, the elf tossed the whole thing to the floor. It was useless now anyways, since it could only handle short distances. She sighed in frustration, but with no alternatives available, she set about continuing her mission. She'd figure out a way off the ship. It wasn't the first time a mission had taken a turn to the worst.

Weaving through the dark tunnels, occasionally having to drop out and sneak through quiet corridors with her suit's optical camouflage system engaged, the agent made her way through the bulk of the ship. She used her heeled boots to find footing on slippery cables and greasy pipelines as she ascended the levels, nearing ever closer to her target. She'd barely come across any of the crew, but she'd considered that a positive. It would be best if her presence remained unknown, at least until the man she was after was dead, and avoiding unnecessary bloodshed was key.

Reaching the level the captain's quarters were situated, the lean bodied elf slipped out of the access tunnel she'd been climbing. Her long, toned legs spread out under her as she leaned low, keeping a ready stance. Her heavy set of tits would have wobbled in that position, if the camo suit hadn't been made to fit her proportions exactly, or perhaps a tad tighter, holding every inch of her immaculate body perfectly still. In any other context, the way it hugged her body would have been considered extremely lewd, especially because it left no leeway for underwear, but for her line of work, that didn't really matter. If everything was done correctly, no one would get the opportunity to see her in it anyways. Or live to tell the tale.

Quickly taking in the hallway, she noticed the entrance to the air vent she was looking for, situated up high. Somewhere behind her, footsteps echoed in the distance. Cursing under her breath, the agent took a couple steps back, then sprung towards the wall, kicking off of it to gain a little extra height, getting a hold underneath the vent. With a quick pull, she got the cover free, then hoisted her body up and barely squeezed her chest into the tight passage. The schematics made it seem like she'd fit easier, but no longer having the option to try another path, the agent began pulling herself deeper inside, hoping that whoever passed beneath wouldn't see the misplaced cover. Something on her suit caught on the vent's lip, halting her progress.

"Fuck!" she whispered in the dusty vent.

Out of options, the agent brute-forced her way in, only to be rewarded for her efforts with a ripping sound, followed by the feeling of the passage pressing tightly against her plump bottom. Quickly dragging herself further in, she elected not to waste any more time checking for damage. If the open vent was investigated, they'd probably figure out an intruder was on board anyway.

The tight space would have been claustrophobic, if she weren't used to such places from her... previous life. Still, with the passage being so tight, the constant rubbing all over her body as she pushed forward was greatly distracting. She felt the familiar twinge in her loins and was thankful she'd brought her bio-suppressants with her. Occasionally stopping to look down the vent-grills, she travelled quietly over officer bedrooms, common rooms and all kinds of hallways. She cared little for them, knowing she was nearing her target. Then, she finally laid eyes on the layout she was expecting to find.

The captain's quarters were dark, but her goggles eliminated that problem. The captain himself was not there, but that worked in her favour. She'd only have to lay in wait, prepared to take him out once he'd entered the room. Thankful that something finally went right with this mission, the agent pulled the knife from her boot, and began unscrewing the bolts from the grill. When it was finally loosened, she slid forward, grabbing a hold of the lip and letting her body fall gracefully forward, spinning around to bring her feet down first, in a move any trained gymnast would be jealous of. It was slightly disappointing no one was there to see her pull it off. Dropping down, she examined the room, deciding her best bet would be to wait near the door. She could even activate the monitor on it, making sure that whoever entered would be her target, and that he'd be getting a chest full of poison as soon as he did.

It didn't take long for heavy footsteps to approach, and as the elf looked through the monitor, she recognized the man from the photo in his profile folder, though he looked slightly different. Chalking it up to an old photo, she leaned against the wall, holding her knife to her chest, breathing slow as she prepared to attack. The moment the door opened, she sprung forward, sinking her knife into his chest, right between the bones. Or she would have, had the knife not come to a sudden stop with a loud thunk.

"What the..?" came the man's low, rumbly voice, pitched up in surprise.

Some of the poison squirted uselessly over the captain's shirt and coat, as the agent quickly pulled the knife back and tried to hit him lower, near his abdomen before he could react, in an attempt to avoid whatever armor he was apparently wearing. The second thunk made her heart sink. He didn't even flinch, though she'd put all of her strength behind the thrust. Thinking fast, she tried to stab his thigh. The poison would take longer to affect him, but she would have at least gotten through. This time, the blade sunk inside, finally breaching flesh. The man grunted in pain, finally snapping out of his stunned surprise to try and grab at her. The agent fingered the release trigger, injecting the remainder of the deadly fluid into the man, before dodging backwards, narrowly avoiding his grasp.

The captain swayed and swooned, the effects of the injection already catching up to him, as he reached for the knife, pulling it free from his flesh. The elven woman, realising that climbing back up the vent would take too long, dove to the side of his legs, rolling out into the hallway beyond, searching for any entry to a service tunnel she could find. She had to get away from him, let the poison take effect without risking getting stabbed herself. When she found none, she began sprinting down the corridor, her soft soled boots making almost no sound even at full speed. To her surprise, her target began yelling behind her, making her pick up her pace. The poison's numbing effect was delayed after all! It wouldn't be long be-

An alarm began blaring out, causing the agent to curse under her breath. Sprinting past the doorways she'd seen from above earlier, she debated trying to slip into the air duct once more, when heavy stomps echoed just around the corner. She skidded to a halt, spinning on one foot and trying to run to one of the connecting corridors. Behind her now, the stomps neared fast, soon followed by surprised, angry voices. She'd been found already! Lights flashed on, overloading her goggles and blinding her. She pulled them off violently, blinking as much as she could to regain her vision. Slipping around a corner and hopefully breaking line of sight, the agent ran face first into a burly chest that she never noticed.

Gasping, she jumped backwards, reaching for her pistol when a shock ran through her entire system, setting her nerves on fire. Nearly paralyzed and falling to the floor, the elf looked up at her assailant, noticing the crewman holding up a stun prod. Before she could even try to act, the man buried its prongs into her chest again, giving her another jolt that left her shaking on the floor. Her suit malfunctioned from the high voltage, randomly switching colours and patterns, before ending on a bright purple design. The irony of it being the same colour as her eyes wasn't lost on her, though it was the last thing she managed to think about, before the last, teeth-chattering surge knocked her out entirely.

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The agent awakened with a start. The sound of chains jangling reached her ears, and she realized that her own movement had caused it. She was hanging upright, her booted feet barely touching the floor below, her wrists manacled to the aforementioned chains above her head. Trying to pull herself up and inspect her bonds availed to nothing, as her muscles were too sore, her arms too numb. Instead, the elven woman decided to look around herself. She was clearly in some cell of some sort, chains and manacles hanging from the ceiling and the walls. It was a rather large room, though not that well maintained. The rank of humidity and rust invaded her nostrils, among other odours she'd rather not name. A heavy door sat opposite of her, allowing what little light came in to the room pass from its barred window. Looking down, she noticed her suit had been pulled down to her waist, leaving her bare tits to hang freely. Her equipment was obviously gone, but at least she wasn't completely naked. Yet.

The hum of engines running told her they were still on the move, dashing her hopes of rescue even more. She'd have to get out herself, when she found the chance. Mentally preparing for the interrogation that would probably follow, the agent found herself getting slightly excited. Her nipples grew hard as her own humidity began covering her lower lips. Her bio-suppressants must have worn off, though that was probably for the best. She'd be able to endure a lot more, if her modded genes caused her to enjoy it.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, notifying her of her would-be torturer's arrival. Gritting her teeth, she prepared for the worst when the door slid open and the lights flicked on, finally revealing the rusted, bare bones room. Impassable metal platings made up the walls, while a thick iron grating covered the floor, obscuring its real depth. Out of her reach, the metallic frame of a bed was bolted to the wall, with all manner of bondage and torture implements strewn on top of it. She tried to hide the surprise on her face, when the man walking towards her was none other than her target, the captain of this ship.

"Good mornin'!" He said, his voice tinted with faked cheerfulness. "Didn't expect me?"

"Ho-how are you..." The elf stuttered, suddenly finding her throat extremely dry.

"That's what you're worried about? Well, it's quite simple really. Gene-modding, much like yourself." he said, holding up the very pill bottle she'd used before the mission. The agent belatedly realized that what had torn off of her suit was the integrated back pouch. "I figured someone would come after me someday. Didn't expect an ex sex slave to try and do me in."

The captain tossed the bottle to the side of the room, where it broke open, spilling her remaining suppressants through the rusted grating. He removed his long coat, revealing the officer's shirt beneath; still torn in the places she'd tried to stab through, as he began walking slowly around her. He ran his fingers over her naked back, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

"I'm not a sex slave! I work for BTI, a branch of the same military you turned your back to, asshole." She retorted, angered by his words. She knew antagonizing her captor was a bad idea, but she couldn't help herself.

"Oh, I know. This suit's infiltration standard," he said as he made it back around to her front, pinching a nipple between his fingers. "Although it doesn't usually come with such a beautiful body in it."

Just the simple act of him grabbing her nipple made her mouth water, causing her to bite her lip in an attempt to keep from showing. Instead, she glared up at him, her angry expression merely prompting him to laugh. She thought about kicking him, but there was obviously something about him and his mods the file had neglected to mention, else he wouldn't be standing in front of her, seemingly unaffected by the poison. He twisted the nipple he was holding onto violently, causing her to gasp out in surprise more so than pain, before his other hand wrapped around her neck. Squeezing and cutting off her air supply, he leaned into her face, leering into her eyes.

"I want to know what BTI has on me. And you're going to tell me." The man growled. "What is Operation Black Knife, and who's behind it?"

The half-naked elf stared at him in defiance, trying to hide her surprise at him name dropping her assignment. Unable to speak, she merely shook her head. The captain grinned. He squeezed and kneaded her pink nub with enough force to make it slowly turn red, before switching to the other nipple, still holding onto her neck. The elven woman tried to pull away and save her tits the torment, but it was futile. All she could do was hold onto her chains and grit her teeth.

"I thought we could be civil about this, but it seems I'm going to have to convince you."

Letting of her neck and breast, he landed a quick backhand against her cheek, sending her flailing on the chains; and yet she kept her mouth closed. Rearing his fist back, he drove it into her abdomen with enough force to temporarily lift her in the air. The agent sputtered as saliva went flying, thankful she didn't have a meal before the mission. Another strike robbed her of the air she had so desperately needed for the past minute. He hit her again, this time lower, causing her to kick at him reflexively. He slapped her leg aside with ease, grabbing a fistful of her breasts, digging his fingers into her soft flesh and pulling until he'd lifted her off her feet again. Agonized grunts escaped her lips as she flailed in her bonds, the pain mixing with her modified hormones, causing her juices to start flowing.

"Give me something and I'll stop," the captain said while letting her fall back. "Or we can do this all day."

"BTI officer... Lieutenant... Raelyn Yintris...serial number 96D- anh!" The agent spat between laboured breaths, only to be interrupted by a harsh slap that caught both her naked tits, making her yelp in surprise.

"Bah! Fine then, the hard way it is." The man growled, before landing another slap on her chest, causing her to sway in her bonds.

The elven captive was tempted to tell him that a bit of rough handling and a couple of slaps wouldn't even get her wet back where she was before the military, but she knew better. The captain stepped behind her, hooking his fingers into her suit and yanking it forcefully down, peeling it entirely off of her body. Now completely exposed, Raelyn pressed her thighs subtly together in an attempt to hide her involuntary excitement. It mattered little however, as the man soon got a hold of one ankle, clasping a titanium manacle to it, then proceeded to do the same to the other. Her shackled feet were spread wide with a pair of chains the man fastened to the grating underneath them, and the agent groaned as she was forced to hold her entire body weight on her shoulders, sweat beads beginning to form all over her nude body.