Performance Review
Hitomi sat in the overstuffed leather chair, waiting. She was a few minutes early, and the person she was supposed to meet hadn't arrived yet. She took this time to look around the large, well appointed office. This is the center of it all, she thought to herself, the office of the Director of Space Cadets and Agents. This was the office that had direct oversight of the hundreds of field agents employed by the ADD. Training programs were designed, new cadets were recruited, missions were planned, evaluations were made. Evaluations. That's why she was here: every year each agent had to undergo a battery of physical and psychological tests, and finally be evaluated by the head of the DSCA.
As The ADD's top agent, Hitomi's evaluation was usually little more than a formality. No one else had her sterling arrest record, or her history of narrow escapes and daring rescues. Literally thousands of humanoid females across the galaxy owed their lives, their safety and their virginity to the ADD agent known as Spacegirl. She was a legend in her own time. But still she was subject to ADD rules, and so the yearly evaluation. She was not at all nervous, but she was interested in meeting the new head of the DSCA; he came highly reccomended from some unnamed special military unit. He was said to have years of experience fighting aliens and space pirates. His methods were not quite orthodox, but they produced results.
Hitomi understood about not always playing by the rules, and she was eager to meet a officer who was not just another bureaucrat, but knew what it was like to be out in the field. Her curiosity was soon satisfied, as a tall, well-muscled man strode into the room. Hitomi stood up and snapped to attention.
"Hello. I'm Colonel Peck, new head of the DSCA. And you must be Spacegirl". He motioned for her to sit down. "I've been reviewing your file." he said as he looked at the thick binder with Hitomi's name on it. "I've seen your test results, and spoken to your fellow agents about you, but before I make my final evaluation I would like to hear what you have to say." What followed was a series of questions about Spacegirl's recent missions: the rescue of the royal virgins of Xandar III from the hands of space-pirates, the shutting down of a illegal fuck-parlor in the Hydrangea system, the arrest of several major figures in an interplanetary sex-slave ring, and more besides. Hitomi described in detail all of her actions and decisions, her strategies and her successes. Peck listened to all of it, seemingly lost in thought. Finally, when Hitomi had finished, and after along pause he spoke. "Thank you, Agent Spacegirl, that was very complete. I have given this a lot of thought, and here is my evaluation of you." Again he paused. "You. . . are a slut."
Hitomi thought she had misheard. "Ex. . Excuse me?" "You're a slut. A whore. A dirty bitch. And everyone knows it."
"How DARE you. . ."
"How dare I? How dare I? We are fighting a war here, a war against an implacable and insatiable enemy. The safety of my agents and the success of our mission are the only things I care about, and I don't need some space-hooker endangering that. How many aliens have you fucked? How many orgasms have you had 'against your will'? How can you be an effective agent for the ADD when you are practically rooting for the aliens? Something must be done, and I'm just the one to do it."
"Now wait just a minute. . ."
"SILENCE!!" Peck barked. "You will speak when spoken to. Now stand up! NOW!" Spacegirl jumped up. "Stand at Attention!" Spacegirl snapped to. "I don't know how my predecessor ran things, but this lack of discipline will not be tolerated. You will no longer be treating this agency as your own private dating service. There will be changes. Starting with you." As he was saying this, he was slowly walking around around her looking her up and down. A smile slowly came over his face. "Starting with you" he repeated, almost in a whisper. Hitomi's face, meanwhile was burning crimson with anger. Commander Black would hear about this. He had no right to talk to her this way, she was a good agent, one of the best, she had nothing to apologize for. And yet, beneath the rage lurked a certain amount of shame and humiliation. Part of what Peck was saying was perhaps true: she knew that there were whispers and rumors about her at the ADD. It was true that given her violent deflowering at the hands of space-pirates, Hitomi was irresistably drawn to rough sex, and although she didn't broadcast this fact, and kept most of the sordid details of her experience out of her official reports, word has a way of getting around. She couldn't help but notice the way other agents, both men and women, looked at her. Was her reputation compromising her effectiveness as an agent? Was Peck right? Her reverie was broken by Peck grabbing her wrists from behind.
"Discipline, that's what you need!" He fastened her wrists behind her with plasto-cuffs. He kicked her legs apart, so that she had to stand legs spread, and almost lost her balance. "All sluts need discipline!" He walked around in front of her now, and pulled out a short, sharp knife. Hitomi gasped as he cut the front of her uniform open exposing her naked breasts. "See, you don't even wear a bra for your performance evaluation. You are a slut!"
"No. . .I. . .I just haven't done laundry. . . " Her words were almost a sob.
"Sure. And what will I find when I cut off your pants?" He began to do so, ripping the seams slowly from waist to ankle. Hitomi' cheeks burned even redder, since he knew what he would find: no panties, and her pussy freshly trimmed. Peck whistled in appreciation as this treasure was revealed. Her uniform was now in tatters, the scraps hanging uselessly from her body, concealing nothing. He stood up. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he roughly tilted her head back, and whispered harshly in her ear:
"How often do you go out on missions without panties? Does it thrill you to do this? You do know it's against regulations? Do you EVER wear underwear?" Hitomi closed her eyes, which were beginning to gather tears. She couldn't find the strength to answer him, but she knew the answer: she often went out without underwear. The feel of the syntho-leather uniform against her bare skin was delicious; it was better than masturbation. Sometimes she could cum with out even touching herself. Maybe Peck was right, she thought. I am a slut.
Peck had now began to run his lips down her neck and across her shoulder, and he continued his obscene whispering.
"I bet you never wear panties. In fact, I KNOW you don't. I've examined the records of your ships artificial intelligence, and according to them, you often wear nothing at all." This too was true: On long missions, when she was alone in the interplanetary void, she would often not bother with clothes at all. There was something so exciting about floating in zero-g, out in deep space, with no other life for parsecs and parsecs, pleasuring herself and howling like an animal. It was the best way to pass the time on long space journey's. But she didn't know her spacecraft kept a record of this and she was mortified to have anybody else learn about it.
Peck continued, his right hand grabbing her pussy and massaging it roughly, his palm grinding against her pubic mound. "That's why space-pirates are always attacking you." he said. "They can smell, your naked, dripping pussy from the other side of the galaxy. That's why you do it. You want their brutal attention. Even now, your pussy is wet. You like what I'm doing."
Hitomi's knees went weak at this final revelation; she was indeed enjoying this on some sick level, her pussy growing wetter and wetter, and her nipples hardening by the second. Her arousal was only heightened by the humilaition she felt at having her darkest secrets (as well as her naked body) exposed for the world to see. Peck was right, she had no right being an ADD agent; she was a slut, she needed to used and fucked, and fucked some more. She gasped and moaned as Peck began nibbling at her nipples and working his way down. This is what she wanted. This is what she needed. She could never get enough.
Peck stood up, and turned Hitomi around so that her back was facing the desk. He took a step back to survey his handiwork. Here was the mighty Spacegirl, standing before him exposed and humiliated, her eyes red and tear-streaked, her nipples hard, her pussy moist, and her hands tied behind her. She was virtually naked except for her boots, and best of all, she seemed to be almost completely submissive. She just stood there looking at him as if waiting to see what else he had in store for her.
She did not have to wait long. Without warning, he struck, slapping her hard across the face. She fell backwards, landing painfully on the desk. Her hands, joined behind her as they were, forced her hips up, exposing her pussy to the lasivious gaze of Colonel Peck. "Of course, you do make a very good slut." he said. "You have a very nice body, and I bet you're very skilled at using it. " He took her labis between a thumb and forefinger and pinched hard. Hitomi let out a loud squeal. Gathering the last of her strength and sanity she spoke. "No. . No more colonel. That's enough. If you rape me, I'll scream. Let me go right now and I won't breathe a word of this to anyone." Her voice sounded weak, even to her.
"You'll scream, alright. I want to hear you scream. But I suppose I should take some precautions." He grabbed a piece of her ragged uniform and stuffed it in her mouth. "There we go, now we won't be overheard. As for 'breathing a word of this to anyone', tell whoever you want. What are you going to say, that a horny slut got exactly what she wanted? Everyone knows about you, Spaceslut. They know this is what you like. Hitomi's protest was just a weak mewling sound, muffled by her gag. "Now, let's see what it is that every space pirate in the sector is talking about." Here he turned his attention back to her exposed and abused cunt. "Very nice, very tight. You would never know that you have spread your legs for every half-sentient lifeform with a recognizable phallus. You're still as tight as the day a gang of alien slavers first turned you into a cock-craving whore. But that will seem like nothing compared to what I will do to you." He lowered his and began licking her swollen sex with long slow strokes.
Each stroke was accompanied by a "mmpnff1" as Hitomi screamed her pleasure/pain into her makeshift muzzle. She had the feeling of being entirely filled by the offending muscle as it worked its way in and out of her helpless sex. Her moans and the loud slurping of Peck's tongue were the only sounds to be heard. . Minutes stretched on endlessly, before Peck stopped his assault. Hitomi's arms were numb, her pussy was throbbing, and her mind was a hazy mess. She managed to lift her head up (slowly, painfully) and look at her assailant. If she had been thinking clearly, she might have thought it was odd that Colonel Peck's tongue was nearly three feet long and writhing like a snake. As it was her only thought was that she wanted it buried deep whitin her again, and that she would do whatever he wanted to get it.
Peck unzipped his pants, and leaned over her naked body to remove her gag. Next thing she knew, his prick was in her mouth, and she was sucking lustily upon it. She thought for a second that this was odd, as Peck hadn't left his place at the foot of the desk, and in fact was again kneeling and licking her pussy. Also she could feel his hands massaging her tits, while at the same time, they were keeping a firm grip on her ankles. But any rational though was out of the question, with the waves of sensation that were washing over her. She came several times, as did Peck; it was as if they were having a contest to see who could have the most orgasms. Peck's copious semen ran down her chin and across her face, and still she sucked and sucked. She raised her hips as high as she could, pressing her cunt into his face, attempting to extract every last bit of pleasure from his skilled tongue, and still it wasn't enough. Her last bit of resistance had broken. Her last shred of dignity was gone. Peck was right, she was a slut, this is what she lived for.
The two fucked for what seemed to Hitomi to be hours. Peck would occasional lift her up and throw her down again, sprawled out in a new position, each more painful the last, and then they would resume their ruttting. He penetrated Hitomi again and again with tounge, fingers and phallus. Her pussy her mouth, her ass, were all fair game for his monstrous attentions, and no cruelty was too much for his perverted desires. Finally he stopped, just before Hitomi passed out. "Well, as an agent, you get an 'F', but for a slut you get an 'A+'" Here he lifted her right foot to his mouth (it was now bootless) and shoved it in , smiling all the while. Hitomi, being a quivering wreck at this point, didn't see anything wrong with this, until her leg had been swallowed up to the knee. Then she began to panic. Still smiling, Peck put her left foot into his mouth, and down that went, too. His lower jaw seemed to unhinge like a snake's, and his throat had become engorged. Hitomi's panic at being eaten alive was mixed with the thrill of this unique sensation; his throat was lined with some sort of cilia that stimulated every square inch of skin it came into contact with. She was now consumed up to the waist, and she began, very hazily and unclearly, to suspect that maybe Colonel Peck wasn't a human being, after all. This was her final thought before Peck reached her chin and she passed out. Then, Peck's body tensed and spasmed, and then slowly liquified, turning into a pile of goo that trickled over Hitomi's spent body, down the side of the desk and then away through a ventilation grid in the wall. Hitomi was left alone, naked, tied and unconscious, the faintes hint of a smile on her dishevelled, cum streaked face. She lay there for minutes.
And then:
Colonel Peck came striding into the room. "I'm sorry for the delay, Agent Spacegirl. There was an emergency in one of the labs. A bio-mimetic being has escaped, and is presently at large in the compound. . ." He stopped short as he saw the gruesome scene before him, then he snapped in to action. "Security, the hostile has been sighted in section 1A, I repeat 1A. Shut down the entire floor, and do a room by room search. I want his thing taken alive. And get a medical team to my office, NOW." He then scanned Hitomi's unconscious form with a handheld medical device, which told him that her vital signs were strong, and that she was in no immediate danger. Then he hesitated for a moment before reaching a decision. The medical team would be here soon, he would have to work fast. He pulled a small camera from his pocket, and took several snapshots of the naked girl. He visually recorded every inch of her exhausted, yet still delectable body, taking special care to get some good close-ups of her spunk filled pussy and her tear-streaked and cum-smeared face. By the time the medics arrived the camera was safely stowed away in a secret drawer in his desk. The medics strapped Hitomi to a gurney and took her to sick bay, where she would recieve the very best medical care. A few minutes later, his security team called in, saying they had captured the bio-mimetic being and returned it to the lab under heightened security.
Peck wondered what form the being had taken on to molest Spacegirl. The being had little mind of its own, and was basically a blob of jelly, but it could mimic the form and psychology of anyone it had come into physical contact with, such as Peck himself when he captured the beast. It also had limited psychic powers, able to sense a victim's fears and insecurities and use them against her. He could only imagine what Hitomi had gone through. This was not a promising start to his new job. He had a lot of work ahead of him, getting this place in order. At least he had his secret stash of photos to make things a little easier.