Intercepting Vaarvel while she's playing her trick... (Time -1)

It wasn't easy to keep tabs on Vaarvel, but just knowing where she was going and what she was doing made it a bit more manageable... Your hunch from earlier had been correct: Vaarvel's engagement with the married agent hadn't been a one time thing. While she may not be making a habit of repeat performances, she did seem keen on impersonating lesser known officers and heading into the other parts of the base that wouldn't be wary of her tricks. You figured there might be some significant advantages to cutting her off and calling her out on this behavior... One good turn of **** deserves another, after all.

You waited at mission control... you reasoned out that monitoring Vaarvel's room was impossible. She was too slippery to be caught heading out of there in an unusual disguise; it was likely that she'd sabotaged whatever camera watched her door long ago. On the other hand, there was no way for her to get to the other sectors of the base without passing by mission control. All you had to do was look for someone who didn't belong... someone with distinctly thick legs and a great ass... and then chase them down. {if Psychology Skill = 1}

You hated to toot your own horn, but this is why you considered yourself an expert of criminal psychology... To catch a criminal, you were never afraid to put yourself in their shoes.{endif}

Soon enough, you found yourself watching an unusual figure round the corner: a CEDIT scientist with dark, black skin, hair in a sort of pixie cut and dyed blond, wearing a long lab-coat and doctor's scrubs underneath. Her behavior didn't seem like Vaarvel's at all... she was carrying a clipboard and studying it with a very official, no-nonsense frown on her face. About 95% of the time, Vaarvel had a spooky grin on. Still... the ass didn't lie. Either this was your agent in disguise or, otherwise, another lady you'd like to get to meet for similar reasons.

Before she could round the hallway, you went through the side door to wait for her. You knew she'd have to come by there...

... After waiting 10 seconds without her rounding the corner, you became suspicious. You walked towards the intersection of the hall that formed a right angle with the other one, half expecting to see her dash out behind you somehow. Just as you peaked around the corner, you came face to face with her usual grin, albeit on this stranger of a scientist. In a flash, she was behind you, wrapping her biceps at your neck as if she intended to snap it. {if Combat Skill = 1}Damn... you were a combat specialist! You weren't going to be over powered by her! Growling, you wrenched her arms free enough that you could maintain your breathing.{endif}

"Shhhh, Nathaniel... I'm not going to hurt you... But if you want to keep breathing, you'll do as I say..."

A dull, thudding fear began to seep into your mind. You remembered the unknown deaths of those other Ciaos... What if they'd all been killed this way, with their necks snapped by their own ally's surprise attack? This could be the end of you.

Or not. You felt the woman's hand slowly rubbing your groin atop the front of your slacks.

"Ciao... A woman has needs. If you're getting in the way of my hunt, then you must be offering to take the place of my prey. Is that it?"

Nodding would be too demeaning, but you accepted that fate silently. It didn't sound like such a bad offering.

As you and Vaarvel entered her back room and locked the door, you were met with the sight of a few costume pieces you'd never seen before. One of them was the Goodbye wig, answering the age old question of whether Vaarvel sometimes disguised herself as her boss. It seemed like there were a lot of other disguise ingredients you'd never considered before, like perfumes to change her smell and complex sketches showing different postures and walks. You were perhaps getting a look into the finishing touches that made her disguises really work.

It would be a somewhat charming perspective, if she wasn't still guiding you around brazenly in a sleeper hold.

"Good boy... Now... I want you to drop your trousers and your underwear."

You complied, slowly. The action felt especially emasculating, given that her own lower body ended up spooning your naked ass from behind.

"There. If you've complied that far, then you deserve a reward. I'll return your agency for just a little while..."

Vaarvel released your neck, then made her way to her surprisingly spartan bed setup, single-wide with just one pillow and featureless, dull green sheets that sort of matched the color of the doctor's scrubs she was wearing. Speaking of those, she began to slide them down on the back as she bent over her own bedspread; she pulled the panties down with them so that a moment later, you were staring at her unguarded, fantastically shaped bottom. She looked over one shoulder, grinning. {if Goodbye's Spanking = 1}"Do you want to spank me like you did the boss? I have a feeling you do... Go ahead and try it, if you think that will fix the way I make you feel. The emasculation... The domination... I'm offering you a chance to turn that around for once..."{endif}

You couldn't resist the offer. You couldn't stop thinking about all of the ways the agent had routinely mocked and humiliated you either! Without holding back, you swung one palm, striking her hard upon her jiggling butt-cheek. The moan of pleasure that followed was more surprising than anything you'd heard so far. Either she was a really good actress (and frankly, she was), or else, the dominatrix had a surprising reverse side of her fetish. The confusion on that point... the bafflement surrounding her entire true persona... only increased your agitation. Ignoring your rapidly stiffening erection, you slapped her ass again and again, enjoying watching the surface become raw as she gradually was **** to flinch away from the strikes.

"Good... Good, Nathaniel! I want you to remember this and savor it!" The agent's voice was surprisingly strained, but as if worrying that you were going to stop, she wiggled her bottom at you again to urge you onward. "That's what I deserve, isn't it? Keep going! Think of all of those agents I tricked! You're getting back at me for all of them!"

Just then, you realized... this was just a{if Vaarvel's JOI = 1}nother{endif} set of jerk-off instructions. As long as you followed her rules, you were just playing into her hands. You wanted to see her shocked in earnest.

While keeping one hand on the slender waist topping those amazing hips, you stepped forward allowing your shaft to rest against her exposed pussy.

As you pushed her body further onto the bed, the woman's legs locked behind her like a powerful set of pliers , restricting your movements. She wasn't willing to relinquish control. "You're so full of yourself!" she laughed, sounding as if she might enjoy being challenged.

You retorted that you weren't the only one who was going to be full of you. With that admittedly awkward line, you stopped holding back, entering her quickly. She wasn't exactly a virgin... you found the hole wet and ready to receive, with no adverse reaction to the breach. As your agent gave another gasp in that sultry, South African accent of hers, you moved both hands to cup her ass-cheeks and began to drive her into the mattress of her bed with powerful thrusts. In a way, it seemed you'd ended up giving her what she wanted after all... She was always one step ahead, in that way. Still, you had to admit, if this was being used, then being used wasn't so bad!

"Aaah... mmm... You're very good at this. I think you may be the best agent I've had on the base~"

The compliment bolstered your confidence, in spite of the knowledge that you couldn't trust a damn thing she said. To hush her up, you gave her another smack on the ass, then leaned further over her body to wrap your hand around her lips while you continued to plow her. Even as you did, you felt her lips curling into a smile and heard an eerie chuckle coming from behind the grip of your fingers.

The laugh turned into another groan of sexual release as the two of you (seemingly) came together. It was really hard to tell if the orgasm was an act or not... But it sounded so real!

As for you, your part in it was no act at all. You released it all inside of her pussy, with no regards for a condom or anything else. She didn't sound especially bothered by that.

"Ooooh. Very good..." Vaarvel giggled helplessly as you released your fingers from around her mouth; they were now lightly coated in her saliva. "If you bump into this woman while you wander around the base, I hope you'll tell her how much you enjoyed fucking her..."

You really had to hope you weren't going to run into the real scientist. If you did, things would certainly be awkward... She was probably in a relationship and you didn't think you'd be able to wipe the picture of slapping her ass and fucking her pussy out of your mind. In fact, interactions with Vaarvel might be the same way from now on... Besides the hair and the eye-color, this woman barely looked any different than you imagined Vaarvel might without her mask on.

"Ciao, dear... I hope you'll consider making this a habit. You can save all those agents' relationships on base, if you do... Ha ha ha ha..." Her laughter was bold, but also punctuated by sex-strained breaths.

... The worst part is, she sort of had a point. At any rate, even besides the sex, you thought that this mission had been productive. You felt like you'd seen clearly here that Vaarvel didn't just love to dominate... She appreciated a challenge as well. But what would happen if you couldn't provide her that challenge? Would you be reduced to a toy by her? Flirting with this woman was a dangerous game that further made you question what her relationship with the previous Ciaos must have been like...

After cleaning up, you left her in her room; she was still wearing that cocky smirk, despite how you'd used her just now. You noticed she'd talked you into all the cleaning, too...