Send me Griffon

"Send me Griffon." you order.

When Griffon arrives upstairs you have already started unclothing the woman. "Ah, there you are. Can you help me unpack this little present?" you ask Griffon. You had removed the bulletproof vest and the woman's pants. Underneath she was wearing a simple short sleeved shirt and something thermo on her legs. You had checked the arms for markings but had found nothing. "Do you want to do the honour?" you ask Griffon, who had stood motionless in the doorway until then. "How did you-? But that is- that is. Is she dead!?" Griffon mumbles, her breath suddenly very shallow. "I took her out the same way I took you out initially. With a well-placed tranquilizer dart. She didn't want to cooperate in telling me about the mysterious organisation so now I'm looking for any kind of marking on her body. Are you coming or do I have to do it all by myself?"

Griffon steps forward. "She won't know anything. And she won't have any markings. This organisation works from the shadows of this city.

"Alright. Let's take her to a containment room. I'll take the torso, you take the legs?" you say. Griffon shakes her head. "We first have to finish unpacking." she says. She then moves up next to you and together you take off her final pieces of clothing until she's left naked as the day she was born. From underneath a pair of boxers appeared a bushy mound above a tight slit. Her breasts weren't as large as many of the women wandering your house right now, probably from extensive training at a young age, but were still enjoyable to look at, with sharp nipples poking outward.

You had jokingly taken one of the nipples between your fingers. "Want a taste?" you asked Griffon. To your surprise, Griffon had nodded her head and moved in to bite down on the other nipple. "Does that turn you on?" you had asked her. She let go of the nipple. "A little bit. Though I think it was mostly just instinct to always agree with you. I've been with the organisation for a while and they don't take too kindly to disobedience." Griffon said while moving her curly brown hair behind her ear. You smile warmly. "You don't have to do that here. I even like a bit of disobedience every now and then. Keeps me sharp." you say playfully. "Let's take this body somewhere else before it wakes up."

Together with Griffon you move the body of the woman to a containment room on the first floor. When that's done you tell Griffon to go downstairs while you fix something real quick. You quickly implant a nerve controller into the woman's back and before she can come to consciousness you leave the room to finally have your well-deserved breakfast.