Valerie talks to Hawk about her dreams - or memories?

A few days after the rescue, Valerie nervously approached the office Hawk currently had at the organization.

She had been delaying this for quite the while now, but as he was about to leave for a longer trip this afternoon, she had to do this now. As much as the three months had damaged her, old Valerie was coming back. Slowly, true, but she was a secret agent, damn it! How was she going to do a mission if she couldn’t even talk to this guy?

...granted, it was hard to figure out of what flashes of those missions she saw were wet dreams or memories. Some feeling like a teenager seemed justified.

But still!

Gathering all her courage, she knocked at the door.

Inside, people suddenly began to move quickly. What the…?

“Come in!”

Opening the door, she found Iris sitting opposite him, hair in disorder, her leash dangling down her back. ...her timing was immaculate, as usual.

“H...hi. Hawk, Iris.”

“Hello Valerie.” Hawk smiled. “Long time no see.”

Iris just waved. Even before rescuing her, Iris had apparently decided Hawk saving her life by getting her out there meant she owed him everything.

Having been rescued herself, she definitely agreed she owed him a hell of a lot, everything was going too far. She certainly wouldn’t be sitting there this undisturbed after… well, she’d bet money her friend had been under his desk just moments before. Then again, Iris had been there way longer than her, so…

Whatever.

“I… needed some time for me…”

“Not a complaint.” He raised his hands. “I fully understand.”

“Shall I leave you alone..?” Iris asked, and he looked over to Valerie. At least she was aware of the awkward situation.

“...your presence may help?” Valerie sighed. “No idea.”

“If you want.” Iris nodded, going back into a sitting position showing off her ample assets to him much better.

Used to it now, Valerie put down a towel to sit on the chair opposite him. Sighing, she began. “I think my memories of our missions are returning.”

“That’s great!” He beamed. “But why do you only think?”

“My mind is a mess.” Valerie sighed. “I’m always so horny. Most of my dreams are wet ones. How can I be sure what I seem to remember isn’t just that? Or a mix with the mission reports?”

Hawk sighed. “...I can’t rule out that they’re accurate.” Both women looked at him, astonished. “I bet they’re exaggerated, but…”

“Should I really stay?” Iris asked, clearly fighting herself not to do so out of pure curiosity.

“If Valerie is OK with you hearing it, I won’t veto it.” Hawk looked pained.

“S...so that mission with the auction…” Valerie took all her courage to begin. She started mumbling, but became clearer as she gathered her strength. “You felt me up from the beginning, then stripped me on the dance floor and led me into a secluded room.”

She ignored the interesting faces the others in the room made. “We made out, then you knocked me out, stole my clothes and turned me into a naked waitress for the guy. When I fucked him, you tranqued me again and stole what we had been there for. I woke up in a hotel room, accepted that you had beaten me, and let you have your way with me. I loved every second of it until you delivered me to Iris, naked.”

Iris mouth just hung open, her head, having gone through several interesting shades of red, snapping around as he began to talk.

“...I stripped you in that secluded room. And you got your dress back.”

“For being a good girl?” Valerie blushed.

He smiled “...Yes. And I sure hope you loved every second of it.”

Not commenting on that further, she went on. “There was… a mission with a radio thing? I went to bathe in a river, someone stole my clothes” she blushed at Iris’ look of recognition “and all I got to wear was some stupid parachute bondage harness.”

“...safety harness.” He croaked as Iris played with hers. “NOT bondage!”

Valerie blushed crimson. “While you did your thing, I fucked three guards to make sure they wouldn’t report us. Then I returned to you with the only parachute in range, and we had to do a tandem jump. When we climbed up to get enough height, I rode your cock like a wanton slut.”

“...I wouldn’t call you that.”

“You wouldn’t?” She smiled. “Thanks, but I was nothing but your fuckdoll there. Not only did I let you keep me tied to a tree and use me however you wanted the next two days, I loved it. And when Iris picked us up, I still fucked you in the plane.”

“...you’re a sexually very active woman…”

“In one other mission.” She went on. “You not only stripped me on a dance floor, but bent me double and fucked my right there in public, with a naked waitress kneeling next to us. You only allowed me my clothes back the next afternoon, and I had to keep my hands behind my back the entire time. We took that waitress with us, and had tons of threesome.”

Hawk’s eyes threatened to drop out of his face. “D...dream…”

Valerie froze. “T...that didn’t happen?”

“Unfortun…” He stopped himself, just frantically shaking his head.

Valerie wanted to die. Next one! “W...when we went to rescue Iris.” She gulped. “I was a bitch in heat, risking the entire mission begging you to fuck me in that air duct. Fortunately for all of us, you kept your head straight and disciplined me, hard.”

“...I gave you a couple of slaps to get your out of your horny haze.” He sighed.

“WOW.” Iris whistled. “I…” she saw the looks. “...am shutting up.”

“So… most of that was accurate?”

“Yes.” He sighed once more.

“So, what I am taking from this…” Valerie sighed deeply. “I was always ready to be your sex pet. Even before this, I was your helpless toy and fleshlight whenever you wanted, and the sex was great.”

“Now that is the conditioning tal…”

“...is it?” She frowned. “If most of that are actual memories, I always gave in when you wanted me. I loved every second of it. Now, granted, I wasn’t ready to talk about this before…”

Iris stepped in. “She’s making great progress, and even without knowing most of that here, I knew she had the hots for you. I didn’t know she was that much of a sub – you go girl! – but that paintball game back then already showed some of it? Whatever. I’m pretty sure this isn’t the brainwashing talking. Except in one way.”

“Which would be…?”

“She now has the guts to admit it. And needs to know if those where memories or just fantasies.”

“Fair.”

Before he could go on, Valerie stepped in, blushing. “So now I know what I need. I need you to take me. To take control of my sex life. To use me however you wish. I don’t want to be a ****, but I want no say whatsoever in the bedroom. I like being your helpless fuckdoll. And” She blushed even harder. “Iris’ leash is cute.”

“...how much say do you want in our relationship?”

“Not much.” She smiled. “I’m not just your toy, just mostly. I wear whatever you say, as long or short as you say it. And… do you have a relationship with Iris?”

Her handler blushed herself. “I’m a submissive booty call for him.”

“...I would be OK with that position, too.” mumbled Valerie.

“For fuck’s sake.” Hawk growled. “If that is how far they broke you two in that short time, I guess we can give up on ever healing the others!”

“...aren’t there worse fates tha…”

“Valerie.” He slapped the table, making both women jump. “There may be worse fates, but having to deal with dozens of broken women that push themselves onto me because they think they only exist to be used and I own them is pretty much down there. I had hoped we could… well, OK, just staying friends was probably out after that. I just doubt any of you and them can truly consent after that brainwashing.”

“...sorry.” Val sighed, “That’s… you’re going to far, but I can see where you’re coming from.”