System overload

"There's only one way. You need to overload the suit, **** it to reboot.", said the agent in short gasps, barely able to stay conscious.

While her plan made sense in theory, it didn't exactly help you understand what you needed to do. "How do I do that, exactly?", you ask.

She paused for a moment, catching her breath. "The suit controls are linked to my nervous system, but they're overloaded right now. A sufficiently powerful neural signal would..." She trailed away, unable to finish her sentence as her cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson.

For a moment, you're puzzled. What did she mean by "a sufficiently powerful neural signal"? You're no scientist. You end up slowing time just to have some more time to think. That's when you notice how she's blushing furiously, unable to look you in the eye - and what she meant finally dawns on you. You almost want to slap yourself, but instead choose to resume time at normal speed.

"Say no more.", you reply. "However, I'll need your total cooperation."

The agent gulped, turning an even deeper shade of red. For a moment, she seemed torn on how to react, seemingly conflicted.

"I'm yours.", she finally said, closing her eyes in acceptance. "Do with me what you wish."

You find a chair, sitting on it before laying her bound body over your lap. You sensed her body quivering in anticipation as you prepared the perfect cocktail of the strongest sensations she could feel - pleasure and pain.

After a few gentle caresses to soften her behind, you land a sharp slap on one of her ass cheeks, making her let out a surprised yelp. You immediately follow it with another one on the other cheek, and from the feeling in your palm, you can tell that this one would definitely sting. You begin a sequence of caresses and slaps, feeling her melt more and more as you escalated the **** behind your blows.

After a few minutes, she had melted in your grasp, openly moaning without a hint of shame or restraint. Even while bound, she spread her thighs as wide as she could, presenting her pussy to you and allowing you to slap her in between her legs in addition to her ass. With every slap, some moisture seeped through the thin material of the suit covering her crotch. Already tight and perfectly contouring to her pussy, soon it was slick with her secretion - there was no doubt that she was dripping wet.

Once content with spanking her, you focus your energies right in the middle of her nether regions. You stretch the suit material over her pussy to breaking point with one hand. With the other, you use your finger to puncture the barrier and penetrate her. To your delight, a deep moan from her confirms that you're on the right track - but you're nowhere near done. You're only inside her up to a small fingernail, and you withdraw your incursion as fast as you entered her, resulting in another moan - this time one of frustration.

Not so fast, you think. Using that small puncture in her suit, you reach her clitoris and begin massaging it, all the while occasionally spanking or fondling her with your other hand. Her moans reach a fever pitch, so loud that you decide to stop time. You enlarge the tear by ripping apart some more suit material, exposing her ass completely. You take a moment to admire how tight, round and red it is, then make a gag out of the material and stuff it into her mouth - if only to prevent her from alerting every security guard in a ten mile radius.

When you resume time, she didn't seem to mind the gag one bit, continuing to writhe and moan as you expertly manipulate her clit. If anything, tasting her own juices seems to send her into a frenzy, her entire body shaking as surrenders herself completely to you.

Every time she's about to climax, you stop just short - before resuming your movements the next second. While her frustration built with every such moment, it also served to increase the intensity of the next. After not too long, her entire mind and body is a coiled bundle of sexual energy and tension, expertly brought to a crescendo thanks to your efforts (with a little time dilation thrown in).

With a flourish, you bring down your final slap, this time letting both your fingers go deep inside her waiting hole.