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Adler really was fucked in the head, and he knew it. He had to be for this job, anyways. Anyone who saw the shit he saw on the daily wouldn’t end up normal, either. But this- you, Perseus, the brainwashing…- this was the most fucked up thing yet.
MK ultra had been around for a while, but this was the first time he’d had such a large part in it. He’d known the logistics, of course, how risky it was, how it probably wouldn’t work anyways; but he’d never seen how badly it could mess up a person.
You were a fucking mess. Sometimes, his sympathetic side just wished he could ‘accidentally’ administer too high of a dose and put you out of your misery. You could barely get around on your own on most days. Your eyes sunken, skin pale, body obviously malnourished… it was so sad to see, Park would tell him.
He really couldn’t make the other side of himself care, though. The mission was far too important to let his feelings get in the way. You were damn near the only key to figuring out whatever the hell was going on, and you didn’t even know it yet. At this point in the process, the implanting of memories had just started— your mind was basically a blank slate. You were essentially a zombie, a walking corpse. Slept all day while your mind wasn’t being tinkered with. They fed you, sure, and provided ‘living’ accommodations, but it wasn’t enough to get you through the day. The mental and physical exhaustion was too much.
You were slumped on a couch in a dark corner of the safe house, as no one was able to help you get to your quarters this time around. Your body was heavy, riddled with drugs and exhaustion. The second you landed on the soft cushions, you knocked right out.
It had been a few hours, and the majority of the team had retreated to their quarters at the back of the safe house, leaving only you and Adler- him, sitting at his desk, and you, on your couch. As he finished his glass of whiskey, he called it quits on whatever document he was attempting to read and got up with the intention of heading to bed. When he turned his attention away from his desk, turning off the lamp, he glanced towards you on the couch. Hudson would be infuriated if he knew you weren’t being treated with at least the most basic decency— he already wasn’t a fan of this operation— so Adler figured it was in his hands to relocate you to your bed. With a sigh, he headed towards your corner of the safe house, stopping right in front of you. He’d always thought you were a pretty little thing, shame you got wrapped up with the reds. Your soft lips were parted, letting out the occasional sigh in your sleep. Dark hair tousled in a shittily secured bun, large shirt (a makeshift hospital gown, if you will,) riding up your thighs as you curled yourself into a ball.
Adler hoisted you up, your weight nothing to his strength. You buried your face into the crook of his neck as you wrapped your arms around his back. Breathing in his scent, you felt at ease, and began to drift off as he carried you, his footsteps swaying you like waves in the sea, his big, warm hands flat against your back. Your legs wrapped around his hips for extra support, ankles hooked around his back.
You could barely move, the drugs in your system rendering you lethargic and uncaring. His touches brought you somewhat to reality, though you felt like you were still floating in a dreamlike state. They weren’t tender, or caring, instead purposeful and methodical- but you didn’t care. You may have been in the worst position possible, yeah, but in the back of your mind, you were touch starved. You could smell the smoke coming from the ever-present cigarette between his lips, meddled with the scent of god-knows-what alcohol he may have sipped on to get himself through the night. The smells of Adler’s vices, mixed with his cologne and worn leather jacket, made you feel warm and pleasant. Obviously, this man was not your friend, but he was always the one to carry your sore body from the interrogation table to your quarters. He would provide you with food. He took care of you, and that was all it took for your mind to associate him with positive feelings. With your minimal understanding of the situation at hand, you liked Adler. And Adler liked this, because you would do what he told you to with little hassle. He didn’t care much for nuance when it came to this brainwashing shit, that was Park’s forte. He just wanted a blank slate he could manipulate to his own will.
Adler didn’t like much about this whole operation, but one thing he could appreciate was how easily pliable you were. You didn’t know much, but you were able to make the connection between him and getting what you needed. You were eager to please- good things came to you when you followed his orders. You really were shaping up to be a fitting subordinate, as soon as your mental programming was done. But for now, he would have to literally carry you around until you could function properly on your own.
Adler couldn’t get the thought of how you looked on that couch out of his mind. Thighs supple in the dim lights, thin t-shirt fabric draping around your breasts, nipples hardened in the cool air. His attraction to you was growing day by day, and it was starting to become an issue. He’d picture you under his desk, cock between your lips, desperately wanting his praise. Think of you, naked, on a table behind an unlocked door, one of his hands covering your mouth and the other’s fingers buried deep inside your pussy. You would do whatever you needed to appease him, and the power he had over you turned him on. You were perfect in that way. He could take whatever he wanted from you and you wouldn’t mind as long as it made him happy. He thought about how soft your skin must be, how heavenly your tits and ass would be to squeeze and mold with his hands. Now, he was approaching your room— thank god. He was hard beyond belief, and the pressure your small body was putting on his crotch wasn’t helping at all.
“Bell?”
“Hmm…?” you hummed in response.
“I have something for you to do.”
You pulled your heavy head back from his shoulder to look him in the face, non-verbally agreeing- letting him know that you’d do whatever he wanted, as long as he was content.
He opened the door to your room, holding you up with one hand as the other turned and pushed the knob, then shut the door behind you with a soft click. He placed you down on the cold concrete floor, resting you on your knees.
Your eyes half lidded, looking up at Adler through your lashes, you watched as he unfastened his belt and pants. As he pulled down his underwear, his cock sprang free. He was fully hard, pre-cum dripping from the tip.
“Open your mouth, Bell.” His tone wasn’t harsh, but it was an order. You were more than happy to obey, obedient as you were.
Adler grabbed the back of your hair, leading your mouth to his tip. You licked the head of his dick, tasting his pre-cum, looking up at him with a doe eyed stare.
“Suck.” And you did. As you took more of him into your mouth, he groaned with pleasure, sending shocks of arousal directly to your cunt.
You worked your way up and down his cock, needing time to adjust to his size. Your mouth was watering, saliva dripping down the sides of your mouth and your chin as you took his entire length until he hit the back of your throat. He guided you The breaths he was letting out were like music to your ears. He praised you as you bobbed your head up and down, you not caring how uncomfortable you were as long as you got to hear his affirmations. He pulled you off of him with a pop, he didn’t want to finish yet, and he felt himself getting close. He picked you up by your shoulders, half tossing you onto the bed.
Adler yanked your panties down, not caring if he ripped them. Your core, wet from arousal, was exposed to the cool air of the room. You let out a small sigh of pleasure. Adler ran his calloused fingertip along your slit, teasing your entrance. You moaned, pleading for his entrance, but too exhausted to beg. He removed his finger from your wetness and flipped you over onto your stomach, your ass in the air and face buried in the pillows.
“What do you want, Bell? You want me to fuck you raw until you’re begging me to stop?” Your pussy clenched around nothing, his obscene remarks causing you to pathetically buck your hips towards him, needing relief from just how empty you felt. He open-palmed smacked your ass, making sure it was going to leave a mark and sting later.
“Stay still, Bell. I know it’s hard for a slut like you, but if you want me to fuck you you’re gonna have to use your words.”
“A-Adler- sir, please, I need you, please, I’ll do anything…”
He lined up his tip with your entrance, teasing you with it.
“Please! Please fuck me sir!” you begged, voice pleading.
With this, he thrusted in, hard. Barely giving your tight walls any time to adjust, you ached with fullness from him finally being inside you. You choked out a moan at the intrusion, motivating Adler to pull out and push back in, harder and deeper than before. The sounds of skin slapping together and your wet cunt filled the room, echoing off the walls. Your eyes rolled back into your head, mouth wide as you reveled in the pleasure. Moans falling out with every thrust, unable to think of anything else other than how good he was making you feel right now. His cock massaged your walls just right, the warm pool in your stomach growing by the second.
“Touch yourself for me, Bell.” Adler growled into your ear, wrapping his hand around your hair, yanking your head back towards him. You reached your hand down to your center, beginning to rub lazy circles on your clit. Adler could sense your impending orgasm.
“Keep touching, I want you to cum all over my cock while I fuck you like a good whore,” Adler encouraged.
Within just a few moments, you were sent over the edge, erratically clenching on your superior’s cock as you orgasmed. You collapsed, not even bothering to hold yourself up anymore. Face and chest pressed against the sheets, your ass in the air. You were reduced to nothing at his mercy, just a willing body to get himself off on.
“Good girl, fuck-“
As Adler got closer to his orgasm, he sped up his already fast pace. You were sobbing in pleasure, shakes wracking your body as your overstimulated body kept being fucked relentlessly. You were thrumming with pleasure, every touch magnified by a thousand in your sensitive state.
Adler pounded into you until his thrusts slowed down and he came inside of your pussy, the feeling of his load inside of you sending you over the edge once again. As he pulled out, all you could do was whimper with your ass on display, his cum dripping out of your used cunt.
With that, he redressed himself and left your room, shutting the door behind him.
It really was a shame you probably wouldn’t remember this— although he could just ask you to do it again. He supposed he now had more than one reason to keep you around for the time being.