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When Khorsyn first arrived at Dijang to serve as a military consultant to Endfield Industries, a few of his new mates awkwardly warned him that Endmin can be weird at times. Incomplete reports without documented proof were never taken seriously by him because they always failed to paint the whole picture, or, even worse - show it from an angle not completely grounded in reality.
His dismissal soon was proven to be a mistake. Like all inhabitants of Dijang, he got assigned to a manufacturing facility. His routine outside of assignments on Talos-II was extremely simple: sleep, work, eat, enjoy your free time. Or, rather, it would have been simple if not for one huge detail.
Endministrator. Her.. influence on his peace of mind was hard to disregard. At first, she came by the cabin a lot more than usual. - Checking on the quality of work of newly assigned personnel, - he thought. Then, right on que, his mates were ordered to go and take a break, but he was to stay. That in on itself didn't bother him. Endmin's idea on quality control, though..
Her daily visits were, to say the least, disrupting the workflow. She was bending over to the terminal in a way that made her ass notable even through modest clothing. Calling him "little bird" instead of his codename. The list of not-so-professional or even provocative behaviors was long enough to send anyone unprepared into a shock.
It was both his sense of duty and pride that stopped him from, well, indulging in the attention. Any sort of personal relations with your higher-ups is a taboo in which he was not going to participate. And the power dynamic of him being the recipient was definitely not what he enjoyed.
At least, that's what he thought until one day Endmin stumbled on some cables, landed her face right into his lap and lingered there for a long moment before getting up and apologizing. The accident seemed pretty genuine, and the proximity of her face to his long neglected needs, her hands on either side of his thighs, her, standing on her knees in general..
Something in him shifted that day and he was cursing whoever messed with cable isolation channels ever since.
Every night he laid in bed and thought about this moment. Every day he came back to do his work, prepared to come into the lion's den that the manufacturing cabin became and she would be there, his sweet nightmare in the flesh. Like water wears down a stone, loneliness wears down a man. Khorsyn was very, very grateful to have been granted a smaller, but solo chamber, because behind closed doors he was, indeed, unravelling.
He wasn't used to answer to anyone anymore, and now his superior's images flooded his brains wherever he went. He wanted, no - needed to know, what did she really have in mind when she started frequenting manufacturing chamber. He didn't dare ask around, even though now he regretted not taking the warning seriously. Everyone on Dijang, though, seemed to know and chose to ignore whatever was going on. He didn't want to be direct with Endmin either, be it his pride or his shame.
He realized what those warnings entailed: it wasn't really "Endmin is weird", it was "she is going to bend you until you break". He wondered how many people went through the same thing for the rumors about Endministrator doing it to spread in the first place, and, for some reason, he felt a little spark of jealousy rise somewhere deep inside.
If she likes to torture people so much, I'd like to be the only one. - He thought before he authorized his ID card and heard a familiar hiss of the manufacturing's chamber door opening. Today he wasn't the first one to clock in, as the chamber wasn't locked, which was a bit off: both his partners would rather laze around than work, so whoever the diligent one is, he should praise..
Oh Bozhe. It's her.
Endmin sat on the stack of crates right across the entrance, her appearance vastly different from the usual: no overcoat, no shorts, no tights, swinging her legs a little bit in such an innocent manner that if someone told him she's been baseline harassing him for over a month now a month ago - he would have never believed it. Khorsyn bit his lower lip on the inside.
Keeping a straight face was hard. - I take it back, please, spare me, devil.. - Not looking at her? Even harder.
He tried to do his work, he truly did, but his long coat was the only thing saving him from showing everyone just how happy he was that Endmin is here. Because of course they had to show up right after Endmin spread her legs some more to show him her beige panties, glistening with slick even on the outside.
Of course, she then was sitting normally again, and he was the only one in the room trying to screw his eyes to the terminal, although they inevitably drifted back up to where Endmin sat. She adjusted her sweater's collar and he saw it: a thick band of leather with a ring. Then he got a baker message, short and simple: "If you want it - nod."
It took all of his pitiful remains of restraint to not do that, close that message before anyone notices and hope that no one turns his head toward him to see that he is flushed.
His escape route was.. complicated. On one side Khorsyn had the temptress herself, still on the crates, still messaging someone through baker. On the other - Antal, going back and forth with a notepad, logging something. He was effectively stuck between risking to be noticed with a blush and a boner and risking to.. - No, no, I can't go past Endmin. She.. she is sitting there and what if I stare? What if I feel the smell?..
His dick twitched at the notion. Shame overwhelmed him and he splurted some moderately plausible excuse to retreat to his chambers as fast as he could. Now he knew that all of this can be real.. - No, I.. I shouldn't give in, it's unethical, it's.. Wrong!
Khorsyn was walking through the hallway so fast it could be called running at this point, the only thing stopping him from running for real being the fact that CCTVs would, indeed, record all of the remaining crumbs of his lost decorum and the person that is actively making him lose it.. is going to enjoy seeing it.
Finally, he barged into his room and locked the door shut. Khorsyn never let himself throw his clothes around even in the privacy of his rooms.. But right now he didn't care. His shirt was sweat through, his pants ruined by the wetness that leaked out of him. He cursed at the amount of layers he had to peel off of himself.
The things that this woman subjects me to.. Bozhe, I can't take it anymore. Either I am going to show some discipline.. Or it's Endmin who is going to be disciplined.
His shower felt like the only place where he could be safe from doing something incriminating. He turned on the water, sprinkler above his head coming to life, and it streamed down his body, bringing him what little relief it could. Even then, Khorsyn needed to let off some steam.
He licked his fingers, taste of his own pre-cum filling his mouth. His hand was slow, precise, deliberate. His imagination painted picture after picture:
Endmin, face on his lap, fully clothed and yet so unbelievably lewd in a way she spreads her legs when she squats down. She opens her mouth and licks her lips. Her eyes are covered, but he knows: she's leaning over him like a predator over his prey, even though she's not on top, he certainly isn't the dominant one here.
He quietly gasps when Endmin unzips his pants and puts both her hands on hips. It's an invitation, and he can't ignore it anymore. He takes his aching erection out. The zipper hurts him a bit, digging into the sensitive flesh, but that tingle can only be registered as pleasant because she immediately springs to action.
Even with his remarkable stamina, built up over years of training, he finds it very hard not to spill himself right as she takes him into her mouth. His breath is heavy, eyes half-lidded, his hand gently but firmly taking a fistful of hair on the back of her head to force her down on his length. Tiny streaks of tears roll out from under Endmin's mask, but she persists, each head movement mimicked by his hand bringing him closer to orgasm.
"Endmin.." - he exhaled her codename as he came all over his hands.
Cold water was good to both clean the mess he made of himself.. and wash off the feeling that he's about to reach the point of no return.
After the incident Endmin didn't show up at the manufacturing chamber anymore.
She is unbearable, but now that she isn't here I feel.. sad? Either she finally accepted my rejection, or.. Found someone else to toy with? - the thought stung. - I was so close to giving in and now.. Now what? Back to sleep, work, eat, enjoy your free time?
Khorsyn tried to not let himself sulk over it. Objectively, his problem was solved: his tormentor stopped being interested, his dignity was.. mostly intact. Still, something in his mind was going on and on about "what if's" and he felt himself drowning the regret in working, working and working some more.
Monotone thoughtless labor was good to soothe the little dull ache of longing that he had ever since. Khorsyn couldn't really tell whether it was mere lust, curiosity or greed and despair for attention. Maybe even something that he, perhaps, wanted on many levels without acknowledging any of them..
Until one day his baker lit up with a coded message. Khorsyn was alone in the manufacturing chamber yet again, as he stayed up late in attempts to tire himself to sleep. This has been going for a while now, he came to terms with the fact that whatever happened would be best to sweep under the rug and forget as if it never happened..
And yet, the little device on his wrist vibrated once again, reminding him to look at it. Khorsyn did not expect to see a message from Perlica. Let alone, this kind of message.
"Hello, Pogranichnik. Endmininstrator asked me to call you into her office. She requested that you come in full deployment uniform. Be there as shortly as possible."
Suddenly, he felt like he couldn't breathe.
He arrived in front of Perlica in six minutes. Other Liberi's office was directly connected to Endmin's, or, rather, one couldn't enter Endministrator's office without going past Supervisor's desk. Perlica looked small and tired. Her place wasn't looking impeccable either: a plethora of empty coffee mugs covering her desk, piles of reports of all kinds stacked all over the place.
- I have to ask you a few questions before you go in there. They might be personal, it is important that you either answer honestly or inform me that you are not willing to share confidential information. Is this clear, military consultant? - Perlica unlocked one of her drawers and took out something that looked like an application form and something else. Supervisor handed him a pack of what he thought were cigarettes at first.
- Supervisor, I do not smoke, - he said, taking the small box from her hand. Then he looked down at it..
Are those.. condoms? Gosh, no, don't tell me..
- Question number one. Did you have sexual relations after your last medical checkup on Dijang arrival, Pogranichnik? - Perlica seemed to have filled the top of the blank with his information while he stared at the pack.
He wanted to fall through all the layers of Dijang and out into the open space. After a long moment, he found his voice to say "no". - So, I wasn't called in here to be sent on a mission after all. Oh..
- Good. Question number two. Is there a stable partner that you have that awaits your comeback at Rhodes Island?
- No.
- Great. Do you know how to use these? - Perlica pointed at the pack with her wand. All of the time that they've been talking she's been avoiding looking at Liberi man as hard as if he was going to melt as soon as she grazes him with her eyes. Khorsyn was somewhat thankful that she was at least trying to not make it more awkward for him.. or for both of them.
What a question. Considering I've just mistaken them for cigarettes, though.. Logichno. Oh, this can absolutely not get any more embarrassing, can it?
- Yes. - Khorsyn tried to avoid looking at Supervisor directly as well.
- Perfect. Please, sign this non-disclosure agreement here and.. here. - Perlica pointed at two empty spaces on the printed document. He picked up a pen and, with a slightly trembling hand, signed.
Whatever happens Endministrator's office.. stays in said office. That's.. good. Yes. Otlichno. I have just signed my dignity away, good to know that the only one who knows about it is Supervisor.
- Go. She is waiting. - Perlica said quietly. She seemed to shrink in size even more as she handed him an authorization device. It looked less like a key and more like a little piece of magnetic jewelry. He silently nodded and placed it beside his baker on his wrist.
Oh, I get a dog tag too. How nice.. - Khorsyn closed his eyes and laughed to himself. He walked past Supervisor's desk and through the door that unlocked when he approached it.
Until the very moment it sealed back up he felt a heavy gaze trying to pierce his back.
The hallway leading into Endministrator's actual office was rather long, originium walls glistening in very dim yellow and almost orange lights. Khorsyn's heels clacked on glass-like floor. This place sure didn't look like a part of Dijang at all, with it's bright lights and liveliness everywhere.. It was so quiet that the only two things he could were his heartbeat and his footsteps.
Huh, at least we aren't going to encounter a thin wall acoustic problem. - Khorsyn chuckled to himself as he approached another door that opened right for his arrival. The room was of a somewhat round shape and on a smaller side, with meticulously placed furniture that sure did look out of place on a spaceship.
A large wooden desk, a sofa that looked rather leathery at a first glance, a low coffee table beside it. There was an armchair of the same quality to the sofa on the other side of the the table.. Endmin sat in that chair, one arm holding a drink to her lips, the other gripping an armrest with some visible force.
- You have summoned me, Endministrator. - A statement rather than a question.
- Indeed I did. And since you came so quickly, I believe, you wanted this enough to come running to me? - Endmin's sarcastic tone made Khorsyn a little uncomfortable. She clinked the glass onto the table with some aggression he's never seen from her, ember liquid inside almost bouncing out of it. She licked her lips, and though her expression was hidden under the mask, it conveyed the intention clear as day: "I'm about to be devoured."
- Come, sit here. - She gestured to the sofa across herself. He obliged, although he had to unlatch his whip from his side to sit comfortably first. Endmin grinned at the sight.
- Oh, so you did listen to my instructions too. How nice of you, my little bird.. - She pulled down her sweater's collar, and even in rather poor lighting he recognized the same leather band with a ring on it. - Should we pick up where we left off?
Khorsyn hesitated for a moment. - I guess, there is no point in not asking her what game are we playing. It is best that I stick to the rules, after all. Yes. The faster I make her happy, the faster I'm out, even if I hate it, right?
- Endministrator, I would like to inquire on a few things before we begin. It is important for me to.. - Endmin didn't let him finish. She climbed from her seat right onto the table, leaving her coat behind. The room was as quiet as the hallway was, so the rustles of the fabric and her labored breaths were as loud as his heart, hammering in his chest ever faster.
Oh Bozhe, this is happening, this.. - Khorsyn held his breath as he was taking in the sight. He froze in place as if he would destroy the mirage by moving.
She slid forward across the thick acrylic glass and sat on the side of the table closer to him, kicking her shoes off. He gulped down the heaviness in his throat.
- You must be thirsty, birdie. - Endmin turned her upper half towards where she put down her drink before, the only remaining article of clothing hugging her slender waist as she bent some more to grab it.
- Here, you can have it. - She put the glass between her thighs. - Be a good boy, drink up.
Khorsyn reached out to pick up the glass, but Endmin grabbed his hand by the wrist and tugged on it, making him move to the edge of his seat too. - Nuh-uh, bend down. Better yet, kneel.
He slowly knelt before the table, maintaining eye contact with the mask. Endministrator didn't seem to be willing to take it off and he wasn't going to ask, because he knew that from under it she was studying his every movement and his flushed face alike. He, then, wrapped one of his gloved hands around her thigh and picked up her half-full drink.
Sharp taste of alcohol overwhelmed him for a second, he didn't expect Endmin to drink bourbon. He was never lightweight when it came to drinking, nor was he a stranger to occasionally let loose, so he downed the entire glass and put it onto the floor. A droplet escaped his lips and she wiped it with her thumb.
- Good boy. Here's your prize for obedience.. - Endmin pushed past her sweater's collar and pulled out the part that was hidden from him all this time: the collar on her neck had a metal chain for a leash that she carried inside her sweater. Endmin handed him the loose end and smiled deviously.
- I like it rough, little birdie. You can do whatever you please, I bet you have imagined how this is going to go down, haven't you? - She tucked a strand of his long hair behind his ear and shifted her hand to lift his chin up, since he was stuck looking at her plump thighs that slightly splattered on the surface of the table.
- I have, Endmin. - He didn't lie. He didn't need to, he felt it written all across his face anyway, and you can't deceive anyone if you don't deceive yourself first. And, as of now, he decided to not pretend that he's shackled by morale, because in truth it has left him long, long ago.
- Good. Hurry up and show me already, you've kept me waiting long enough.
He didn't need to be told twice. Truth be told, he didn't even need it once, his pants were struggling to contain him already just from a few touches to his face. - Yet, two can play the game of tease.
And she owes me a lot of entertainment.
- You like it rough? Good. - Khorsyn picked the woman up as if she weighed nothing and sat back down, putting her on top of his lap, face down, ass up. He tugged on a leash until she arched her back, then riled up her sweater just enough to reveal her plump buttocks and firmly gripped one. He, then, traced his thumb along the middle part of her clothed sex and decided that she is going to have her contemporary disciplinary measures, after all.
- I would like to thoroughly inspect the truthfulness of this statement. - He landed the first strike to her soft asscheek, making her wince and whimper.
- You need to tell me if I am going overboard. Preferred safe word, Endministrator?
- All.. - she gasped. - All good.. Your codename, birdie. If I call you by it - you stop, ok? - She exhaled heavily as he started rubbing circles into the dampening cloth that separated his fingers from her cunt.
- Clear. - He landed another strike. Then another. Soon enough all of Endmin's ass was looking raw even though he only used his gloved hand. She was gripping a pillow beside him as if her life depended on it. He released the leash and she faceplanted onto it, lightly groaning from relief in her tense back. He observed her like an artist observes his art.
- Impressive resilience, Endministrator. I expected you to tell me to stop before I do so myself.. - He slightly rolled down her panties, more and more of her ass showing. She shifted impatiently when his fingers grazed her buttplug decorated with a polished originium crystal.
- H-hey, do something already, I'm leaking all over the place! I can clearly feel.. ngh.. your dick poking my belly.. Put it to use or.. - Khorsyn yanked on the leash, making her arch so far back her head was on his face level. He leaned in and whispered:
- Po-zha-luy-sta. I am not doing anything until you ask for it right.
Yes, dear Endmin.. beg. Let me feel at least a smidgen of satisfaction that you got out of driving me insane.
- You're crazy, I.. uh.. Please! - Khorsyn pressed on the plug with his thumb. - Mh. Alright.. I'll try. - She bit her lip and closed her eyes.
- Po.. zhaa.. - AhhhhhNHh!, - she gasped when he released the chain, making her fall onto his lap yet again. - Hey, it's unfair! Y-you're making it harder than it.. ah.. already is. - Endmin lifted herself on her elbows, frustrated with the lack of reaction on his part. - Po-zha-luu-sta? Please?
- Umnitsa. Close enough. Not correct, though, you can do better. - Khorsyn leaned down and kissed her neck below the collar. - Try again. Next time I'll reward you.
She's doing better than I expected. Should've picked a harder word, ha.. No. I like how that sounds from her a little too much.
- Po-zha-luy-sta. Pozhaluysta! I did it! Now pleeeease.. pleasepleaseplease.. - Endmin whimpered, trying to rub herself on his lingering fingers.
Ah, fuck it. She almost made me embarrass myself in front of other people multiple times. I'm getting my revenge. And it better be good.
- You did good. Here.. - he pushed two gloved fingers into her sloppy wetness at once. - Is your reward. I considered making you lick them first, but you're such a little painslut that even my pants are soaked already, why would I bother? - Khorsyn moved his hand slowly, pushing his fingers in all the way and taking them out completely in a steady pace, spreading wetness all over the place and making her pussy squelch.
- Yesyesyes that's what I- ahh.. needed.. - Endmin laid on the pillow, hair sticking to her forehead, drool rolling down the corner of her mouth.
- Good. - He started circling her clit with another finger. - If you cum without my permission - I am going to tie you up and leave you like this for Perlica to find later. How would you like that, Endmin? - He picked up the pace of fingering. - Would you like her to know how pathetic you look right now, mm? - He pressed down on the buttplug that started to slide out because of the other intrusion.
Oh, that thing is quite large if it behaves like this.. Oh fuck. Looks like I won't even need to stretch her out if she asks to fuck her in the ass..
- N-no, no.. - Endmin bit down on her lip so hard there would be marks. - Don't.. Please don't..
- Why? She is forced to watch you sleep around anyway, what's the difference if she sees it, mm? - Khorsyn laughed to himself when he felt her clench on his fingers. - You're begging to be humiliated, aren't you? You seemed eager to flash me with your dripping cunt every chance you got. Well then, how about I parade you naked on a leash all around Dijang?
- I.. I'm sorry.. I just wanted you to.. - Khorsyn interrupted her speech with a slap to her ass. He, then, pushed his fingers back in and kept going. Endmin buried her face into the pillow to muffle a scream. - To do this to me.. b-but asking isn't.. ah.. fun a-and you refused to give up.. So..
- Mmm. Didn't expect you to crack that easily. - He hummed and slowed down. - I appreciate your honesty, though. Well then, if you tell me what exactly I should do to you next, you can cum as a reward. Will that make asking more fun?
- Yes! Yes.. I want you to.. gnh.. fuck me.. please? - Endmin was visibly trembling, her back arched to present her ass to him.
- Won't do. You know how to ask and.. I need more details, as I said earlier, even though you didn't let me finish, I'd prefer to.. - Khorsyn stopped his hand completely and then moved his fingers exactly thrice to emphasize each syllable, before stopping again. - Tho-rough-ly satisfy your needs. I'm listening.
- Ph.. Pozhaluysta. I need you inside.. Not your fingers, please.. nh.. a-and tug on the leash while you fuck me. Please..
- Ask and you shall be given. - Khorsyn removed his fingers from Endmin's sex and pulled her panties past her knees. He, then, pushed her off his lap to get up and unzipped his pants just enough to free his erection. He knelt behind her, his hands were a bit shaky from all the strain too, but he still rolled on a condom in record time.
- Enjoy. - Khorsyn bottomed out right away, his pubic pressed against Endmin's ass, one hand on her waist, the other holding the chain. - And you can cum now, moya umnitsa. You earned that, - he helped himself take his sticky glove off with his other hand and put his bare fingers on her clit. - I am even going to help you.
- Thankyousomuch, - she blurted out, clawing at sofa cushion and trembling so hard he didn't just see it, he felt it too. - I'm gonna.. I'm..
So tight.. So gorgeously ruined.. - He slowly retracted before slapping himself against her soft flesh again. She moaned and clenched on him so hard he almost lost control. - Thank God for that bit of alcohol or I would've came long before she did. That'd be embarrassing, but I've been holding back so long.. Mm, I'm so close anyway..
Khorsyn wrapped the chain around his hand, tugging on it hard and bent down, showering her back with kisses. He picked up the pace, fucking her through her orgasm. Soon enough he almost laid on Endmin's bent over body that he supported from collapsing with one hand, his movements more and more erratic.
- I'm going to fill you.. nh. And you're going to thank me for it. Am I clear? - he bit down on her shoulder to avoid outright moaning, making her arch into his touch.
- Yes, please, it's.. too much! - She whimpered, tears rolling down her face. This time Khorsyn couldn't correct her because within seconds he spilled himself inside. - Nh.. Thank- thank you..
He released the leash and pressed his face into her neck, taking in the smell of her hair. - It's been a while.. since anyone made me feel this way. I guess.. can't even be mad anymore.. At least for now.
- Hey.. you're heavy.. - Endmin shifted beneath him. - I'm.. not a pillow..
She sure got some of that attitude back before her breath. I'll take it. - Khorsyn smiled a little and slowly pulled out. He helped Endmin up and sat beside her, looking at her heaving chest. - Let's get you cleaned up, shall we? I'll make myself presentable and bring you a drink too.. in a minute.
- I'd like that. Thank you, little bird.. This was.. amazing. - Endmin clumsily wrapped her arm around his chest and buried her face in his coat. - But don't go just yet.. please.
- I won't. - Khorsyn put his hand on Endmin's head, lightly petting her. - I won't.