Assistance with an experiment.

Is it something sexual? Fate Roll (Mythic): Very Likely, CF 6

Yes (30)

What is it? Meanings Table: Actions (Mythic)

Strange (85) + Attention (05)

"Yes, Teacher?" Phuong turns back to Heath, swallowing nervously as she does so.

"Investigating this...material you brought me will take time, and given the urgent nature of it I will have to cancel some other appointments I had to work on a project of my own later. Since you're here already, you'll help me get at least one data point for that project, eh?"

"Of course, Teacher. What do you need me to do?"

"Nothing too unfamiliar, fortunately." Heath stands and flicks the blinds closed, then walks over to her and locks his office door. "Take your clothes off."

Phuong flushes slightly, but starts unbuttoning her white cardigan immediately. Total obedience. She folds it and lays it on an open space on one of Heath's shelves, then pulls her black cami off and does the same. Her skirt follows, shimmied down her hips and folded up - she pulls her sneakers off as she steps out of it. Then she hesitates for the barest moment.

"Oh, the rest too," Heath says cheerfully. Phuong swallows, nods, and reaches behind herself to unhook her bra. Laying it aside, she slides her panties off and puts them on top of the pile, then takes a deep breath and turns back to Heath. She doesn't try to cover herself.

"Good God, you've got a fine body," the older man says with a chuckle. While she was changing, he's unbuttoned his shirt and shucked his pants and underwear. His long, pale dick hangs between his legs, slightly swollen, as he smiles at her. He beckons her to him, and Phuong obediently goes to stand next to his desk. Heath runs a thumb over her nipple, and Phuong feels a tingle run across her chest as it breaks out into gooseflesh. "Magnificent bosom. I lucked out, eh?"

"Thank you, Teacher." Phuong doesn't flinch as he squeezes her breast.

"Well, go on and get me hard, girl. I've got a few things to set up here."

"Yes, sir." Phuong kneels immediately and, leaning forward, takes the shaft of his cock in one hand. She kisses the tip, then lifts it up and leans forward, opening her mouth wide and snaking her tongue out to lap at his balls. The scent, at least, is pleasant - Heath is always very clean, fastidious even. She sucks first one testicle, then the other, into her mouth, running her tongue gently over his scrotum as she feels her teacher grow hard in her hand.

This is far from the first time that Phuong's done this. In the two years since she graduated from the Beloved's basic training and was assigned to Heath's cell, he's put her through her paces. At first there was an educational component, as Heath is one of the Beloved's most advanced practitioners of tantric yoga. But, of course, to be a Beloved Paragon demands total submission to the organization's hierarchy, and a little sexual humiliation is widely considered a useful tool for discipline. Phuong vividly remembers the year after she turned 18, spent at the Beloved's secret training compound for new field agents. It was an eye-opening experience, even if she was disciplined less than some of her fellow students.

Feeling that Heath has grown fully hard, Phuong licks her way slowly and sensually up his shaft. Reaching the tip, she takes it into her mouth, the familiar full feeling of his bulbous head filling her up. She flicks her tongue under his glans and hears him groan slightly: "Good girl." Then she leans forward, letting his cock slide easily into her throat. She gets nearly two-thirds of the way down it before she gags. This always happens; some sort of mental block. Sometimes she gets punished for it, but she's been working on improving herself, getting rid of it so she can be perfectly obedient. She pictures her throat as a blue flower, opening wide for a bee to come and sup from it. She feels her muscles relax, and Heath slides forward, thrusting into her throat to the hilt. His balls slap against her chin as she looks up at him, submissive.

"Good girl," Heath groans. He's gotten several objects from a locked desk drawer while she was suckling him, and now he reaches down to hold her head firmly in place. He thrusts in and out of her throat for a few moments, and Phuong patiently stays relaxed and takes it, the wet sucking sound filling his office. There's nothing she can't do. She's been well trained. She will serve.

"I'm conducting an experiment on sacral energies and mental focus," Heath explains. He picks a headband up off the desk and places it quickly over her head so that a small gemstone is resting on her forehead. "This artifact will monitor your mental activity while you attempt to maintain focus. Meanwhile, we'll disrupt some of your tantric channels..." He picks up two small, padded metal clamps from the desk and, reaching down, casually clips one to each of her nipples. Phuong can't help but let out a muffled, choked groan as clamps pinch her. They hang heavily from her chest, connected by a silver chain. "...and we'll increase the energy flowing through your chakra system." He smiles as he pulls out of her throat; Phuong gasps for air, sputtering slightly at the sudden emptiness, a bit of drool running down her chin. "Put this on."

Phuong wipes her chin and nods, standing and stepping into the device he hands her. It's a vibrator, clearly - one connected to a strap that fits around her thigh. She pulls it up so that the head of the vibrator is brushing her most intimate parts, flushing slightly. This is elaborate. It must be an experiment he's been working on for some time.

"Have you got it set?" Heath asks, and she nods. "Hmm, better check." He picks up a small remote and clicks a button. Phuong gasps and feels her hips buck slightly as the vibrator turns on, buzzing her clit softly and sending tingling warmth flooding through her pelvis. "Looks like it's in the right place! All right then. It's a simple experiment: you'll focus on that painting on the wall and attempt to keep your mind singularly focused on a mental object - anything could work. Recite the creed, if you like." Phuong nods. "You just do that while I monitor the readings, and I'll work to disrupt your root chakra."

Disrupt my - oh. Phuong's eyes widen slightly, but she bows her head submissively. "Of course, Teacher."

"Thattagirl. Bend over." Phuong takes a deep breath and does so, bracing herself with her arms on his desk. She feels his hands grasp the flesh of her ass firmly and pull her cheeks apart. "Delightful," her teacher mutters. Then she feels something cold and wet run over her ass: lube. She jumps slightly and feels her anus pucker, then forces herself to relax a bit as she feels his slick, probing finger trace the edge of her hole. It's all for the order. He's my superior, and helping me out with something I should've been able to handle to boot - the least I can do is help him with this experiment.

Slowly Heath presses his finger into her ass, and Phuong can't help but moan slightly as he does so, arching her back and pushing toward him. It just feels so...full. She closes her eyes as he laughs. "You always were a bit wanton, student mine."

Phuong blushes scarlet. "Yes, sir," she whispers. "Sorry, sir."

"Don't be. Makes you a good candidate for this. Frankly I'm glad I'm in the States - American girls are easy to convince into this kind of thing." He pushes his finger deeper into her and Phuong gasps, closing her eyes as the sensation of fullness overwhelms her. Warm heat is suffusing her body now, though she can feel it recoiling at her chest, where her body is still distracted by the nipple clamps. Heath fingers her ass slowly, gently working in and out, preparing her. "Good girl. Ready?"

"Yes, sir." Phuong feels his finger withdraw, her ass feeling suddenly empty and hollow at the absence. It doesn't last long. Something warm, fleshy, and hard probes at her hole, and Phuong grips the edges of his desk as Heath pushes his cock into her ass. Her breathing stutters - it's a lot more than his finger - and she deliberately takes a deep breath in, then out, trying to relax her ass as he plows into her with a groan. As he seats himself to the hilt in her anus, Phuong can't help but groan, dropping her head to the desk. It's deeply overwhelming. She never feels so full, so...completely taken, as when her teacher is in her ass.

"Eyes up, Beloved," Heath says, slightly breathlessly.

"Ngh," Phuong replies. She jumps slightly as he withdraws a half-inch then pushes forward again, probing her inmost depths. "Ah!"

"Eyes up, I said. Focus on the painting!" Phuong lifts her head and stares up at the painting hanging on the wall across from his desk. It looks almost like an inkblot - strange abstract black shapes, oddly mesmerizing. "Good. Focus your mind on the creed. The experiment starts now." Heath mutters some word she doesn't understand and Phuong feels the headband grow slightly warm for a moment. As she feels her teacher start to move in her ass, Phuong takes a deep, steadying breath and begins to recite in her mind:

From ages beyond number, the Beloved have served the world without its knowledge. We are a sword in the shadows, we are a lamp-flame in the dark of night. We - Heath clicks a button, and the buzzing of the vibrator against her clit suddenly grows more intense. Phuong gasps. ...We are the servants of him who will come to purge the unnatural from the world. Each day, I make myself ready for service. I will serve without question or complaint. I will serve the ones who - "Gah!" Phuong's gaze jerks slightly from the painting as Heath grips her hair, beginning to ream her harder. She refocuses and attempts to continue in her head. I will serve the ones who...have trained me and taught me the truth...I will serve my superiors, the greater Beloved, without question. I will serve the world without its knowledge. I will...will...

Heath's cock feels so full in her ass, and the vibrating on her clit is only getting more intense. Her nipples have gone numb but she's still intensely aware of them as a burning dead spot in her chest. Her teacher is holding her hair as he fucks her ass, and Phuong is just trying to hold her focus...

I decided to add a custom move here for Phuong that I think might be fun: Heath's Tests

When your mentor tests your skills or resolve, roll+Tough. On a hit, you impress him.

On a 10+, both.

On a 7-9, choose: you take +1 forward from your own satisfaction, or you hold 1. You can spend your hold 1 for 1 on future rolls against your mentor or to do with the Beloved in general.

On a miss, your performance is disappointing.