Case File #056: Freelancer assaults

Director Peter’s computer chimed for his attention and he looked up from the field reports, annoyed at the interruption. Annoyed until he saw that it was his secure email server, the one reserved for communicating with agents on deep infiltration assignments. He put away the paperwork and clicked on the message.

The attached video clip played automatically and his eyes went wide. (And he was ashamed to admit that his cock went hard.) Flat on his back, arms and legs splayed helplessly, was one of his best field agents ██. Codenamed “Pound” because that’s what he did to capture enemy agents – and because he swore that’s how much his monstrous cock weighed – he had an unblemished track record of success. Yet there he was, transfixed by the enormous tits of a beautiful woman Peter did not recognize, who was working over his tool as though it was a toy.

The Director was mortified by the torment his agent was undergoing. He did his best to subdue his arousal at the sounds of his agent’s whimpers and shameless moaning but failed. That giant, powerful cock made hard and helpless by such a simple technique made the blood, and his hand, rush to his groin.

The audio track didn’t help either. “Oh, you thought this little tool would tame me, did you? Well, now you know different. A freelancer of Mistress Coco is just as strong; your overconfidence has led to your downfall. We’ll keep this up until your mind breaks and you spill your secrets…as well as your seed.”

Peter felt his own cock spill his seed as his trembling hands reached for his mouse to click…replay.

“OMG! This was so easy! I can’t believe these two idiots were the best the Director could send to capture us!” the older of the two blondes said.

“I KNOW RIGHT?!?” exclaimed the younger blonde. “You’d think he would have trained them at least well enough to withstand a little crotch rub and an invitation to come up to our room! Pathetic!”

“Pathetic is right! Grinding our tight asses and big tits against their weakening bodies was all it took to set them up for our handjob traps!” The older blonde laughed.

Both women had the fully erect cocks of Agents ██ and ██ gripped in their soft hands — stroking them up and down, up and down, in a rhythm that was beginning to mesmerize Peter as he stared at his computer screen. He shook his head to clear away the cobwebs that were beginning to form in his mind. And to stop the hand that was making its way to my his hardening cock. Who were these two beautiful, dangerous, seductive, women that they could so easily get these two battle-worn agents out of their clothes and into their trap with no sign of a struggle or resistance?

“If two freelancers like us can capture his men, his agency must not be as tough as their rep suggests,” the younger blonde remarked. “I mean, damn, look how easy it was to tame them! A few strokes, some gentle touches, and their cocks just jumped at the chance to betray them!”

Both blondes cackled with glee as the poor agents grunted in ashamed ecstasy while their manhoods surrendered in unison. Their whimpering ejaculations and the women’s triumphant laughter, and expert stroking technique worked against Peter’s own willpower; he couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips a little. His trousers suddenly felt exceptionally tight.

The older blonde looked directly at the camera and smiled, “Go ahead and work it, Director! We know you’re watching this clip of us breaking your weak little agents with a hard-on. Next time send us a real challenge. We’d love to get a chance to meet you...hand-to-cock!”

“So long, Director! I hope you’ve got some tissues handy!” The younger blonde chuckled as the picture faded. Their commanding laughter kept going for a while though, and Peter listened to every second of it as he came into the tissues he’d hastily grabbed.