Chapter 1: Under New Management

She had no idea how she got here. She felt like she had more weight but when she tried to remember nothing came into focus. Jesse Faden, realized very quickly that she was a mere agent at the agency a mere gopher she could have sworn she was fighting the HISS and the next thing she knows she dressed in her skirt and nice shirt running errands. Was it a dream? She was probably overworked.

The boss wants you; he told you to prepare for a “working lunch”. Then there was the director Trench, always calling her into his office. She dreaded going to see what he wanted because she already knew. She apprehensively opened the door to see that the director had pulled his chair out slightly and was already pointing to the spot under his desk.

Faden sighed, she did not want to resist him again she loathed the red pain in her head when she refused him anything or when broke the chain of command; it was maddening. It all went better when she followed orders. So, she walked up to the director and got on her and hands and knees. Then carefully crawled under his desk by the time she turned around he already had his cock out. The man’s member was much bigger than she ever had before, which was not much.

“Get to work agent, I expect progress, or we will have to start giving you more practice.” Trench growled. More practice what did he mean by more practice? she thought. She leaned forward and tasted his salty cock then as before began to slide up and down his shaft. Another agent entered the room and Faden tried to be as quiet as humanely possible not wanting anyone to know what she was doing under there.

Trench grabbed her and held it tight on his cock. He did not say anything, “Yes agent?” He asked. “I was wondering if the boys in communications can make a morale boosting video with Agent Pope?” He said chuckling slightly if Faden did not have her face throat deep in the director’s cock she would have seen the mischievous grin on his face.

“If you think she is ready, have her report to wardrobe. I am looking forward to results” Trench said as he fucked Faden’s face a couple of times. The agent left and the door close. The <grlk> <grlk > <grlk>” sound of Faden’s efforts echoed as the agent left.

Trench held onto Faden’s red hair tightly, pulling her head back as he continued to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. He didn’t want anyone outside the office to hear what was going on, so he spoke softly but degradingly to Faden.

“You’re not doing a very good job, Agent,” Trench said, his voice laced with disappointment. “I expect better from my agents. You need to work on your technique, I’m not feeling anything here. I expected better from someone with your qualifications.”

Faden tried her best to adjust her movements and do as she was told, but she couldn’t help feeling humiliated and degraded. She had never imagined herself in this position, servicing her boss like some kind of sex object.

Trench continued to give critiques on her blow job techniques, pointing out where she needed improvement. Faden felt like she was in a daze, just going through the motions as Trench used her mouth for his pleasure.

Finally, Trench slapped her cheek lightly before pulling out of her mouth. “That’s enough for now,” he said dismissively. “You can go back to your duties.”

Faden quickly got up and wiped her mouth, trying to compose herself before leaving the office. She couldn’t believe what was happening to her, but she knew she had no choice but to comply with Trench’s demands if she wanted to keep her job.

Feeling ashamed and disgusted with herself, Faden made a mental note to try even harder next time so that she wouldn’t be reprimanded again by the director. She couldn’t wait for this nightmare to be over and for things to go back to normal at the agency. Little did she know that things were only going to get worse from here on out.

“Faden, Trench wanted you to report to the conference room.” Her boss said. Faden gulped she did not like the way he sounded when he told her that.

She walked slowly over to the conference room. She could feel the entire office looking at her. She heard someone mutter, that, she should get “the Pope” treatment. Emily Pope was a good friend to Jesse Faden. She has not seen her here but was talked about constantly.

She opened the door and awaiting her was some of the security team. Their red eyes bore into her they always have. She gulped, and spoke up in a mousy voice, they always intimidated her she thought. “I ... I was told to report Sir” Faden said softly.

“Ah yes, we were told you have not been very proficient in your duties as the Director’s assistant. We have been told to help train you.”

“Start with Simon and we can go on from there. She looked over to Simon, he already had his dick pulled out. Oh Boy, this is what he meant by practice.

“Come on, agent, get down on all fours like a good girl and show us what you are good for.” Simon said pointing to the ground with authority. Faden gulped.

“Yes Sir” Faden breathed out softly. She did not want to disappoint her bosses. She was terrified of offending them. Why was she so anxious around them, she had no idea why? Something told her if she did something very bad would happen. She slowly got down on her hands and knees and walked over to Simon and wrapped her mouth and his cock and began sliding up and down.

Then she felt it when another agent behind her spanked her ass hard with some sort of cord

“Faster bitch!” He yelled at her. She yelped and tried to go faster.

<Thwack!>

“More Moaning!” He corrected again.

<Twack!>

“Get your hand down there play with yourself while you do your sacred duty” He said that caused the room to laugh. By the heavens it stung bad.

One hour later...

Faden had just finished with the last agent. Her uniform was caked with cum. Her hose was ripped and her thighs were very wet as she came multiple times from playing with herself.

“Well you cannot go out in those cloths agent.” The captain remarked looking at her in an assessing manner.

“Meyers, go fetch Agent Faden uniform from her bin” He said. She had a uniform bin she thought? She had no idea but was not questioning it.

Meyers returned with a dress bag and duffle bag. “Here you go, Director Trench expects you in his office in twenty minutes. You can use the conference room shower over there. I suggest you hurry.

Faden nodded her head emphatically and ran as fast as she could to the shower. Odd she did not remember a shower here before she thought to herself and it had no privacy the entire room just sat and watched as she stripped off her ruin clothes and shower herself.

“Man her body is top notch boss” A man said from the back. “Almost perfect, I cannot wait, until she gets as good as Emily” Another said, and other round of laughter occurred. Faden’s body had a high sheen to it she hurried to wash the cum out of her hair and face. Little did she know the boys in the bureau spiked her shampoo. She did not have time to process the clothing they gave her. Her black pantyhose were replaced with sheer stockings, and her dress was now about three inches above the knee instead of below the knee. Her high heels were about 4” inches up from 1”flats. The worse part were the panties and bra were both see through lace. She quickly put it on and tried to scamper out of the conference room. She opened the door to find a very unamused Trench.

“You’re late!” Trench barked. Faden gulped hard and looked down to the ground and simply spat out, “I am sorry sir. I got here as fast as I could” Faden was cursing herself out for being so delinquent all the time.

“No Excuses.” Trench yelled.

“Yes Sir” Faden slinked back trying to hide herself in her own body because she upset her boss.

“Skirt off” Trench shouted.

“Excuse me” Faden responded.

“Strip, off with it now, I will not repeat myself again.” Trench added. Faden nodded her head and began to wiggle her hips out of the shorter skirt until in pulled herself around her high heels. She then high stepped out of them.

“Good, good. Now come over to my desk, I want you to bend over the top and grab the other side as hard as you can” Trench said pointing to his desk.

“Excuse me you wa-” Faden tried to ask but was cut-off by an annoyed Trench.

“Now, Chop Chop” Trench said. Faden hurried over to his desk and leaned over the top of it and grabbed the other side exposing her sheer lace panties to him.

“Nice ... nice, I can definitely work with this” Trench bellowed lecherously. He cupped her ass and was groping her mercilessly.

“Good, do not let go until I tell you. I am very angry with your lack of discipline. Therefore, I will make it my mission to give you discipline.” Faden said, grabbing a switch. He played with Faden’s backside causing Faden to close her eyes as he used her this way.

“I am going to give you a correction and I expect you to count and thank me after each one.” Trench said rubbing her ass with his hand again.

<Thwack>

“One thank your Sir!” Faden cried out at being spanked.

<Thwack>

“Two! Thank You Sir!” Faden cried out through gritted teeth.