Ghost in the Shell: Remote Control pt. 2

"Oh my, a Section 9 agent, here to fuck me? Now that just doesn't seem proper." The Man giggled before hitting more buttons.

"Oh, but I'm not proper sir, I'm a trained Section 9 Slut!" Makoto's mouth said.

"Oh my, is that a new ****?"

"It is, sir. Whenever a crime is committed by a hunky criminal like you, Section 9 deploys a Slut like me to come apprehend you." Makoto blanched internally. This was all so humiliating.

"Well you're not doing too good a job of it, miss...?"

Makoto tried desperately to keep her mouth shut. "Major Makoto Kusanagi, sir!" A vapid giggle erupted from her lips that made the Major want to throw up. "And of course I'm doing a bad job, sir. I'm too dumb and horny of a slut to do my job correctly."

The Man gave a badly acted guffaw. "Well then, why would they hire you?"

"Because I'm a good little cocksucker and fucktoy, sir." Makoto's mind fought desperately to stop herself, becoming more and more horrified the more her mouth said. "All the men at Section 9 love using me as their own personal cum dumpster. It's how I managed to get my rank. I fucked my way to the top. I'm a stupid whore though, so I still beg them to go on missions. They send me on the ones that they don't actually want to solve."

"Well that seems strange..." The Man stroked his chin. "Why would they want you to fail here?"

"Duh, because everyone knows about your evil plan!" Makoto started. Evil plan? What was he... She... Talking about?

The Man's eyes widened. "I... I don't know what you're talking about!"

Makoto's mouth let out another bimbo-esque giggle. "Of course you do, silly! Your plan to enslave all women and turn them into submissive fucktoys for the male population!"

Were she still capable of it, Makoto would've broken out in a cold sweat. That? That was this lunatic's plan? It was outrageous! It was... Horrifying.

"They... Section 9 don't want to stop me?"

More giggling. "Of course not, silly! They made me after all! They know that a slut's true place is to serve her masters! They want you to succeed." Makoto's lips curled into an unwilling smile. "That's why they sent me, silly! As a gift!"

"A gift?"

"I'm a fuckdoll for you to use as you put together the last parts of your super hawt and morally proper plan!" Makoto shook her still exposed breasts at him like a stripper. "Why else would they send someone with a body like mine? To arrest you? As if! With a body like this, I was obviously meant for fucking!"

The Man giggled and clapped his hands with delighted glee. "Yes, yes, yes! Finally the word understands!" He grinned and leered at her. "Are you ready for a good hard dicking now, Major?"

Makoto's **** smiled spread into a **** grin and she jumped up and down, clapping like an idiot. "Of course sir! Yaaaaaaaay!"

The fat, ugly, balding, now suprisingly sweaty man advanced on her menacingly.

Makoto scream at herself to move. To spit in his pudgy face. To strike out with her fist and break his face. To pick up her gun and blow his damn brains out.

Her body did none of these things.

He was in control. And Makoto was very scared that that wasn't going to change anytime soon.