The DSD's Biggest Fish

A buzz in your quarantine cell draws your attention, and someone pushes the heavy, steel door open, rousing you from your light sleep, a side effect of your utter boredom.

The clock over the door tells you it's 6:35 am. You've been in the cell for 72 hour under a full lock-down and constant surveillance as part of a standard DSD medical clearance. You've had to refrain from anything remotely resembling sexual activity to maintain the illusion that you are still an ordinary human and a loyal member of the DSD.

It's been a struggle. You're eager to have just a few minutes to rub your clit and release just a bit of the sexual tension that's been building in you since you tapped Agent Adams on the shoulder.

While you passed Kyle's initial tests and the basic blood screen, the DSD demanded a full medial clearance before returning you to duty (and not beheading you right then and there). Invasive medical scans of your ENTIRE body and a panoply of blood samples verified your 'humanity'. The three day quarantine was meant to avoid any latent infection. You know that time's up. You've passed. You look forward to thanking Queen Mara's scientists in a very personal and intimate way the next time your paths cross.

It's hard to see who your visitor is, he's backlit by the harsh lights in the hallway.

"You're clear, Agent Kai," he says, "Are you ready to resume your full duties?"

"Absolutely, sir," you respond as you rise to attention for Director Marlowe. You're quite surprised that the highest ranking member of the DSD would come down to release a field agent

"Good," Marlowe replies. "Get dressed and meet me in the executive briefing room in half an hour."

You pull on fresh clothes and make your way upstairs. Only your superior will and your desire to please your Queen prevent you from launching into the many fantasies you envision as you pass each of your human co-workers.

You're the first to arrive in the briefing room, so you wait. You're able to slip your hand to your crotch and massage your aching pussy beneath the table. Shortly the walls of your vagina contract and you relive yourself with a tiny orgasm.

Chief Bailey comes in with Agent Adams and Director Marlowe.

As they sit, Marlowe says, "Harry, can you bring Agent Kai up to speed?"

"Sir," Bailey replies. "While you were off relaxing in luxury in the government's dime, we struck the biggest coup of the last decade."

You lean forward. This could be interesting.

"We managed to capture a demon and bring him in, err," Bailey raises his hands to make finger quotes, "alive."

"Who did that?" you ask. "Hasn't it always been protocol to dispatch them in the field."

"Kevin Lewis and Bruce Walker did it. It was more luck than skill though. They cornered him just as the sun was coming up, and he dodged the silver bolt that the shot him with. It missed his head and pinned him to the wall by his shoulder. Since he was immobilized, we had them bring him and secure him at the Woodford Holding Center."

"So, do you know who he is? Was?" you ask. If he's loyal to Queen Mara, you will do what you can to free your brother. If he provides a link to one of your Queen's rivals, he will be a useful tool.

"Adams has been out to meet him," Marlowe interrupts. "Why don't you fill us in, Kyle."

"Yes, sir," Kyle says. He makes activates the hologenerator in the middle of the conference table and the fuzzy rendition of an incubus about 10 inches tall appears above the table. While his 'naughty bits' have been obscured to make the hologram safe for work, the incubus is strong specimen. An ornate '666' was tattooed across his strong chest."

Marlowe look shaken as he studied the image. "Is that really ... him?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, the cocky fool confirmed it. Marcus Doyle, formerly,"

"Father Marcus Doyle," Marlowe completed Adams' sentence.

Everyone in the DSD had read Marlowe's book recounting his days in Narville in the early days of the outbreak. Father Marcus Doyle had been a member of the Archbishop's staff. Marlowe said he'd been abandoned by the church hired demon hunter, Sirus Kane. while they were investigating the den of the so called Patient Zero, Alexander Dupree, or Lord Alexander.

Marcus was known to have become one of Lord Alexander's dark priests after he was blessed by Lilith.

"If Doyle survived the nuclear blast," Bailey mutters.

"Then there's a chance that Alexander or others close to him did too," Marlowe interrupts.

"Agent Kai," Marlowe continues, turning to you. "I'm putting you in charge of a task force. All of the resources of the DSD are at your disposal. We need to move before any of them know we have Marcus. You need to catch that demon spawn and send him to Hell."

As everyone exits the conference room, Director Marlowe pulls you aside. His face is flushed. "Agent Kai," he whispers, "Al Dupre and his minions took everything from me, my job, my city, my friends, and even my family. The happiest day I've had since then was the day we rammed that nuke up his sorry ass. Too many innocent people died that day though. If he or anyone close to him survived the blast, then those civilians died in vain. I'm counting on you to make sure that's not the case. Get these bastards," he urges you, "and you can have any post in the DSD that you want!"

You couldn't have dreamed of a better opportunity. Taking down Alexander will make you a hero in the DSD. You'll have more power in the agency than you'd ever imagined and rise within its ranks. More importantly, it will rid your Queen a rival to her power.

You grow wet at the possibilities.