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Victor admired the sights out of the window of the car he was being chauffeured in, lost in thought as he smoothed the rough texture of his coat with his finger tips. He had been called to The Connections headquarters for a conference with one of the heads of the corp, and he couldn’t help a small grin wisping across his lips as he thought about the one that called him. It was you, the beautiful head of the scientific research department. He admired you with a profound longing, one that desired to pick at your brain and discover the secrets you held within, and the other to explore more…. Savory parts of you.
Since he fell into the category of researcher and experimenter, he was under your command a majority of the time. However, he was an aggravating force to deal with, being complicated and brattish at any opportunity, and he savored the way he worked you up to the point of explosion.
His forked tongue teased at his golden teeth, the intense desire to have your flesh between them became a frequent fantasy of his, the idea of dominating you all too intoxicating. He hated being under the eyes of authority, he wasn’t a creature to be tamed, he was wild, the predator of his story, so to have someone he would consider a mouse attempting to command him made his blood boil. He was merely biding his time, watching, waiting, observing you every second of the day to learn of you and your routines, just until he could find the right time to pounce and show you exactly who was in control here.
He soon pulled up and stepped from the car, shutting the door and adjusting his coat, glaring up at the massive building. It was obnoxious and bright, something he hissed at seeing. Victor neatly tucked his hands behind his back and walked inside, a smile plastering his face as he watched people cower and run to avoid him.
He approached the reception, resting a hand on the counter before looking down at the small girl, relishing in the way she cowered when she spotted him.
“Victor Gideon, here to see…. Ms. (L/N).” He mused.
The girl began to type quickly as she shuddered at his presence, before finding the appointment and checking him in. “O-of course sir, right this way.” She stuttered, getting up and taking him to the elevator. She pushed the button then uncomfortably waited, hearing the clenching of his leather vest as he inhaled and stood a little too close for comfort, making her sweat slightly.
Once the doors opened he stepped inside, she reached in and pressed the button for the 6th floor before returning to her desk, happy to be free of him.
Victor snickered to himself as he waited. The elevator stopped and he stepped out. He hummed as the sweet scent of bleach and chlorine entered his nostrils, your personal lab was alive and buzzing with life as various scientists scurried between different machines and containers. Victor walked forward, catching a large container that was full of preservation fluid, it had a small but sizable mass growing within that twitched occasionally, attached to tubes and IV’s. He approached, sliding his fingertips against the glass and admiring the sight. “Well… aren’t you a marvel.” He hummed to himself before being interrupted.
“Excuse me sir, you can’t touch that.” A male scientist said from nearby, his brows furrowing at Victor.
Victor slowly leaned his head to the side, looking at the scientist and smirking. “I’m sorry…?” Victor purred.
The scientist froze up when he met Victor’s gaze, then cleared his throat. “Uhm… y-you can’t uhm…. touch that…” He stuttered, unclear of his own words. He started to cower as Victor made effortless strides to him and towered over him.
Victor slowly leaned down, till he was just inches from the scientist and grinned, “Who said…?” Victor rumbled.
“Doctor Gideon.” A voice said, breaking the silence that had encased itself around the lab. Victor slowly turned and looked to see you standing there with a hand on your hip. You were wearing a white button up, red tie, black formal pants, and a pair of glossy black heels. Your black coat draped over your shoulders and a pair of shades on your face, concealing your eyes from view. But despite the lack of eye contact, he could feel the daggers you were staring at him, and your eyebrows were furrowed.
“Ah… Ms. (Y/N).” He said, flicking his tongue as he spoke your name almost, sensually. He returned to his full height and approached you, far more broad and significant compared to you, but you didn’t cower or back down from him like others did, your gaze never leaving his. He hated this, it made his skin crawl, ‘All I require is you under me, then I will show you who owns who’ he growled in his head.
“I would appreciate it if you didn’t try to intimidate my staff.” You growled at him, making him grumble at being told what to do. You then waved a hand and the scientists returned to what they were doing before you turned and led Victor back into your office.
Victor sneered at you, the way everyone followed your silent instructions with a wave of your hand made him sick. How could such a small thing have so much command? But in his own sick way, it also aroused him, to break you would mean incredible success for him.
Once in the office the door shut, and you gestured to the chair that was oddly pushed a few feet from your desk. He shrugged it off and walked over, taking a seat as it groaned in response to his weight. He took note of your office, the blinds pulled shut making it thoroughly dark, just enough light bleeding through to keep it from being pitch black.
You walked over to your desk and leaned on it with your back to him as you looked to an open folder. “Do you know why I’ve called you here?” You asked after a moment of silence.
“No.” Victor responded plainly.
“I’ve been working on a hypothesis about the probabilities of the T-virus being capable of latching to a possible host at the embryonic stage. Whether or not it would strengthen the bond of the virus and allow the host to continue having cognitive ability.” You said, leaning back and plucking your shades from your eyes, setting them down on the desk before turning to him, staring at him momentarily, “It’s come to my understanding that test tubes and containment units aren’t a proper housing for such an ambitious idea. As the T-virus completely consumes the sperm and the embryo before dying due to the lack of a preferable host, and the incubation being not of a natural state.” You continued, crossing your arms and leaning back against your desk.
Victor chuckled slightly, “I could have easily answered that for you, the T-virus is far too aggressive in a raw state to be properly introduced to a set of unformed cells.”
“I am aware of that.” You sneered, “That is when it dawned on me…” You hummed, tilting your head as your eyes rested half lidded at the Doctor. “What if the cells of the sperm or embryo were already laced with the T-virus. An already established infected host.” You implied.
“The variables of such an idea branch greatly.” Victor added, “Zombification of the offspring, miscarriages, still-birth, death of the incubator, unidentifiable growths, infection of the incubator…” He went on, listing the variables as if he was playing a game. However, he was very excited about the concept of such a theory, wanting to experiment with it now himself.
You put your hand up to stop him, “I understand the risks of such a concept, trust me, I’ve thought long about it.” You muttered.
“Well then…” He said, brushing his tongue along his teeth, “Besides being your voice of reason, why have you brought me here exactly?” He mused.
“Because, you are a man of similar interest to mine. Ambitious, relentless, a desire for more, to find ways to revolutionize Doctor Spencer’s ideals.” You hummed, “And you are the only viable host I know of that is completely incorporated with the T-virus in a somewhat… stable state.” You said, glancing him over.
Victor threw his head back and laughed loudly, “You wish for me to be the host to fertilize some poor girl, for your own sick ambitions.” He said as he calmed his chest, he didn’t truly think ill of the idea, in fact it somewhat excited him, but he wanted to see the sting of his insult land on you, to see you squirm.
“No,” You said plainly, unfazed by his outburst, you reached back and pulled a remote from your desk, clicking a button. The loud clang of metal cuffs shot free from the arms and legs of the chair, wrapping around the doctor, fitting him perfectly, making it obvious you had this custom built just for the Doctor. “I want you to fertilize mine.” You hummed as you rested the remote back against the desk.
Victor snapped his gaze to you and sneered, pulling on the cuffs to no avail.
“We’ve already established that the host needs to be infected, as well as the incubator needing to be viable and natural. Thus, it only makes sense.” You continued, walking over to the doctor and brushing your fingers against his shoulder.
He grumbled at your actions, while he greatly despised being confined in this position, he couldn’t help but feel the tingles of arousal at your proposition. “And what exactly makes you think that I want to impregnate you.” He hissed, challenging you.
“Oh please, don’t play coy.” You mused, walking over to your desk and dropping down, you reached underneath and rummaged around before clasping something and yanking it free. A small camera attached to a wire. You looked back at him with a smirk, “I know about your various exploits, I’m always. Aware.” You said pointedly before standing back up, letting the camera hang free under the desk.
Victor had a smirk creep across his face. “Looks like my little mouse knows more than I expected.” He hummed, his original tough facade melting away to reveal his lustful intentions.
“After I gave much thought to the idea, to you, and to your arrogance. I figured it would be the best way to not only further develop my theory…” You said, walking back up to him before lifting your foot, putting the top of your pointed shoe against his growing clothed member and pressing, “But also to assert my dominance further upon you, make it clear who is truly in control.”
Victor smirked, “Hence the cuffing.” He mused with a slight groan in his voice as you pushed harder against him, his arousal becoming insatiable.
“I know you all too well my love.” You hummed, relinquishing your foot from its position. Hearing a needy whine release from the doctor, you smirked, “I know how you’ve been looking at me. Your intense desire during each meeting was strong enough to taste from the air. Your eyes piercing me with the need for control, despite that ridiculous visor you wear.” You sneered a bit, hooking his visor with your fingers and pulling it off to reveal those intoxicating sharp eyes of his.
“I can’t have some… subordinate thinking they can get one up on me, I have a title to protect and uphold.” You said, walking to your desk and setting his visor down. “I’m not afraid of you Victor, in a way, I admire your ambition and drive to further your own studies.” You mused as you turned back to him, “But your ambition is growing too far into my territory, and you need to be reminded of your place.”
You slowly slipped off your jacket and cast it onto your desk, removing your tie then slowly unbuttoning your top till it was free from your body. Your bust exposed to the light in a gorgeous tight black laced bra, that lifted your chest ever so slightly.
Victor watched you intensely, his mouth slightly hung open as he huffed, his member now rock hard in his pants, tensing against the leather in pulses of need to be free. A small sliver of drool began trailing down his bottom lip, to his chin. He gripped the arm of the chair tightly, wanting to be free of his restraints so he could mount you, abuse your hole with every inch of him.
“Come here.” He growled in a commanding tone.
You laughed, “Even now in this state you think you have some semblance of control. Poor Doctor.” You mused as you leaned back against your desk. You kicked your shoes off as you felt his gaze piercing you, but it never made you nervous like it did others, it filled you with your own want and desire for more, but you needed to be patient.
You freed yourself of your shirt next, then unclasped your bra, your breasts relaxing into your body, nipples extending as the cold air brushed against them. You heard a soft groan release from Victor once again, a smirk dancing across your lips as you began undoing your belt, tossing it to the floor then unzipping your pants and dropping them to the floor. You kicked them aside before relaxing once more into the desk, now left only in your black laced panties that hugged you so tight you could see the humps of your lips underneath.
Victor growled again and you could hear the sound of his metal cuffs groan from the force he was pushing on them in a desperate attempt to free himself.
“You’ll have your chance dear Doctor, you must show some restraint.” You purred, spurring on his growing frustration to the point he looked like he was going to blow a fuse.
You turned and leaned over your desk, spreading your legs in a V and swaying your rear at him seductively before snaking a hand under your body, two fingers caressing your mound, rubbing your clothed clit in circles. At this point you were already quite aroused by the teasing of the doctor, your panties damp as you touched them. You let out a soft moan as your own neediness increased.
“Oh Doctor…” You said in a luscious moan, enjoying as you heard him rasp out a growl, the leather of his chair creaking from his slow bucking of need for relief from his intense lust.
You slipped your hand under your panties and began rubbing yourself more directly, fingers teasing your hole as you collected your fluids on them and rubbed yourself more eagerly. You took a moment to enjoy the sensation before pushing your fingers into you, letting out a sweet moan of pleasure.
“Fuck…” You heard the doctor whisper through a pant.
You continued to thrust in and out of yourself, your other hand gripping your tender breast and toying your nipple to increase your sensations, more moans releasing from you as you palmed yourself. You continued this for some time, your body quivering from the pleasure, hips bucking eagerly for more. You soon pulled your fingers free, standing and panting softly before turning to the doctor, slipping your lust dripping fingers into your mouth, licking them clean before humming, slowly pulling your fingers from your mouth till they popped free.
Victor shivered hard and gripped the arms of the chair hard enough that the metal frame began to dent. “Get… over… here…” He demanded through aggressive pants.
You smirked, hooking the sides of your panties and pushing them down slowly to the floor, before stepping out of them. You slowly sauntered over to the Doctor, your hand coming up to his face and caressing it, tilting your head as you looked at him and bit your lip.
He trembled at your touch, turning his lips into your palm but never taking his intense eyes off of you. “Release me.” He growled in another command.
“Ah ah, you wouldn’t learn your lesson if I so quickly gave into your demands.” You hummed, moving your hand from his cheek to his chest and pushing him back into the chair. You put a knee on each side of him, leaning into his cold body and bringing your chest close to his face. You mused as he continued his aggressive stare into your eyes, his attempt at silently gaining control of you.
“Those eyes…” You hummed as you cupped his cheeks, making him lean his head back to look at you more directly. “So intoxicating….” You purred as you looked at them. “If I wasn’t so driven to fuck you, I think I might play with the idea of… dissecting you…” You murmured as you bit your lip again.
“Touch me…” He nearly whispered, his breath hitching. You licked your teeth as he spoke, his tone shifting from a desire of control to now a plea, and it was driving you crazy that you were beginning to break the poor man.
You slowly lowered your ass onto one of his legs, bringing yourself more to eye level with him as you snaked a hand down his body. Taking your time to run your finger tips along his vest clasps, teasing at them as if you were going to release them before moving on. Gradually gliding them to his pants before pushing into him and taking a handful of his rock hard shaft through his pants.
You smiled as he leaned his head back and groaned hard from the sensation, biting your lip as you felt his size, trying to hide your own eagerness. “Hmmmmm, how are you able to hide something so…. expansive.” You mused.
“Free it, then you can see exactly how expansive it is.” He groaned.
You proceeded, undoing his belt buckle, then unzipping his pants, digging into the confines of them and pulling him free. You looked down and shuddered at the sight, he was huge, far bigger than you had anticipated.
“Seems I'll need to take more preparations." You hummed, clasping your hand around the base and beginning to stroke him, you were rewarded with a symphony of moans from the large Doctor, who was finally relieved to feel some sort of stimulation.
You swiped your thumb over the tip, collecting some of his pre-cum to help slicken his shaft and relieve a bit of the rough friction from your hand. You were previously fixed to watching your own movements before letting out a moan as you felt him flex his leg into your own greedy mound, having soaked his pants with your fluids.
You continued to stroke him as he pushed his leg against you to the best of his ability, wanting to stimulate you in return in hopes it’ll spur you on to give more of yourself to him. He wanted more, wanted to feel those warm wet walls of your cunt milking his shaft, and his eagerness for it was becoming unbearable.
You were knocked from your rhythmic stroking, losing yourself in the pleasure of him grinding your clit with his coarse pants when you felt the cold and rough embrace of his lips against yours. You stuttered just briefly before your own desire overwhelmed you, grabbing the back of his neck with your free hand and deepening the kiss. Your tongues lashed against each other in a passionate display, drool slipping from your lips as he took you in, a tremble rumbling down your spine as you felt the fork of his tongue brush against you.
You broke the heated lustful kiss after a moment, a string of saliva connecting you two momentarily before you looked at him. His eyes were begging for more of you, still leaning towards you for you to take him back, but you had other plans.
You pushed him back once more before getting off of his lap, at first frustration rocked his core as he assumed you were going to leave him again, but when you knelt down his spine tingled from the realization.
“You sucking me plays no purpose in fulfilling your theory.” He said breathlessly.
“Fuck the theory.” You hummed before leaning in and licking his shaft from base to tip, being rewarded with a hard groan from him, “I’m simply fulfilling my own desire of having every hole I own being encompassed by you.” You said sensually before taking him into your mouth and forcing yourself down his shaft.
He gripped the arms of the chair intensely again, once more creating dents into the metal and tearing the leather. A hard groan of ecstasy released from his chest as he felt you beginning to bob your head on his shaft, his cock becoming slick with your drool.
You bobbed your head at a steady pace, only able to take so much of the Doctor into your throat before you couldn’t handle much more, but what you could handle was rather impressive. You listened intently to his moans, your own pussy throbbing for stimulation as you continued to abuse him. Your tongue drug against the bottom of his shaft, then dodged with each thrust back into your throat. You felt him begin to buck his hips with need, slightly furthering the descent into your throat, but you kept good control of your limits on him.
You continued this for some time, soon playing with yourself as you got lost in the rhythm, when you felt your core start to tense you stopped, pulling your head free from him with a sickening pop of wetness.
You panted as you wiped the dribble from your mouth, rising back up and climbing into his lap once again. “Now for the true purpose of our session.” You hummed, his eyes quivering as he looked at you, panting and drooling from your actions.
You reached a hand down, positioning him against your grasping entrance, before slowly lowering yourself onto him. You hissed momentarily as the head of his dick pressed into you painfully, then with a pop he was in. You shivered hard then began your descent onto his shaft. You winced at some of his girth, but you were determined to fit every last inch of him into you, and eventually out of frustration you forced all of your weight down onto him, erupting with a loud moan of pleasure as his cock embedded into you.
Victor moaned loudly as well, his arms shifting with want to grab you and pull you into him. “Fuck these bindings!” He yelled somewhat loudly.
“Mmmm easy Doctor, let me do the work.” You hummed, leaning into him and wrapping your arms around his neck. Once adjusted to him you began to bounce up and down, moaning with each strike back into your pelvis, finding and abusing your own sweet spot using him.
You both moaned with each other, Victor nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, taking in the sweet scent of your sweat and pheromones, it was intoxicating. He soon couldn’t help himself, digging into you and bucking his hips as he bit and sucked on your neck, wanting to leave reminders of himself on you. You allowed him, figuring sense he was behaving so well he could have some sense of control in the situation, plus the idea of walking around the office with his markers on your neck made your lust even greater.
You started to pick up the pace, lacing a finger between your legs and abusing your clit, your moans starting to stutter as your core tightened once more, still having not recovered from the abuse while blowing him. He could feel the way you clenched around him, milking him, that your body was nearing its peak, making him buck his hips more into you to push you over the edge.
“That’s it, cum for me…” He growled in your ear.
You shuddered at his words and with one last stuttered bounce you finally hit your peak, a loud moan erupting from you as you came against him. Your body trembled as you bounced yourself to the end of your orgasm, but you knew you couldn’t rest so quickly, so you locked in. Releasing your clit you tightly wrapped your arms around him once more and began aggressively bouncing on him once more, your own quivering causing you to lose focus occasionally as overwhelming pleasure wracked your frame.
He took over slightly and began thrusting as powerfully into you as he could, the way you tightened around him from your climax pushed his pleasure to new heights, and it wasn’t long before he was nearing his own end. With only a few more powerful thrusts he finally met his end, his cock erupting with endless spurts of cum. You felt each time he flexed inside of you as another shot of cum released, before finally his body relaxed from his euphoric high. He panted and groaned as he relaxed into the comfort of his trap.
You panted as well, keeping yourself close to him as you let his dick rest within you, before finally finding the strength through your own quivering to rise from him and get off. Once he popped free, semen spurt down your thighs and dripped slowly. You huffed and hummed as you looked at your handy work, his cock still twitching between his legs, his head leaned back against the chair and panting with his eyes shut.
You smiled before turning, wobbling a bit as you walked over to your desk, grabbing the remote and pressing a button to release his restraints. You then placed your hands on the desk to catch your breath and enjoy the slight tingles of pleasure still battling at your core.
“Thank you Doctor, I'll keep you posted on the progress of our experiment when-” You were cut off abruptly as you felt his hand on the back of your neck, your body slamming into the top of the desk with some force. You gritted your teeth and looked back at him, he was panting and his eyes were intense as he stared at you.
“You don’t get off so easily.” He growled, grabbing his shaft that was still intensely aroused and putting it to your entrance. “The experiment will have better success with the more semen that is embedded in your womb, correct?” He said with a rough chuckle, not giving you a single second to protest before he plunged back into you. You let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure, as your walls had begun to relax from your climax, now making the fit of you a bit more narrow.
He wasted no time in relentlessly fucking you, grabbing a hand full of your ass with each thrust, keeping his other hand firmly pressed into your neck.
“You’re nothing more than a little mouse wrapped in my coil, how dare you believe you could be so bold as to make me yours…” He growled, striking your ass as punishment, making you cry out. “You. Are. Mine.” He hissed through bared teeth, striking you with each word, making you cry out more.
He abused your hole with great force, thrusting powerfully and deeply into you, pushing out cum between his thrusts that dripped to the floor. He pressed a hand into your lower back hard, forcing your hips to pop up more to accommodate the pressure, allowing him deeper access into you.
Eventually his furious thrusting stuttered, and with one last deep plow he grabbed your hip and pulled you back against him. His cock shot again, once it was free he began to aggressively plow you over and over, each thrust shooting rope after rope of semen deep into your core, before he slammed his hips into you one final time, shifting your desk loudly against the floor when he made contact.
He released the back of your neck, slamming his hand against the desk and quivering, holding tight to your hip enough to leave a bruise as he panted over you, sweat dripping from his brow.
You were a mess against the desktop, a pool of tears and drool mixing under your face as your body shook violently from the assault. Once he relaxed enough and was pulled from his starry climax, he slowly pulled free of you, another wave of cum seeping out of you and down your legs, making a sizable puddle on the floor below you.
You sniffled slightly as you felt a now gentle hand against your back, his finger tips brushing across your spine as he leaned over you. “Are you alright my love…?” He said after a moment, his voice now a softened silk, dripping with concern.
You nodded but was unable to move yourself from your position, your body too overwhelmed to react. You shook with slight surprise when you felt yourself being lifted from the desk and into his arms. He walked around your desk, taking a seat in your office chair and holding you, brushing strands of hair from your face as he caressed you.
“Breath.” He said softly as he held you. Your eyes fluttered close and you took deep breaths to steady yourself, your body taking time to re-cooperate from the mix of pain and pleasure dancing through your nerves.
“You’re alright my love, I apologize for my abuse.” He said softly.
You giggled lightly through your breaths, “No need to apologize, I should’ve known better than to poke the snake.” You said softly, looking up at him.
He smiled, “Then we both learned a lesson today.” He mused before leaning in and kissing you softly.
He stayed with you till you regained your strength, his fingers gracing your skin with a gentle touch, visiting the spot he had struck your ass a few times with apologetic touches, making you blush at the care he was taking with you. Despite being a bit of a brute, he was actually rather sweet with sexual encounters.
Once you had your strength back you moved from his lap, wincing when your sensitive rear rubbed against his pants before standing and moving to re-dress yourself. He watched you for a moment before standing, tucking away his now flaccid member and buckling his pants. He walked up next to you, gently touching your side then leaning down and kissing you with love and passion, so you knew his intentions.
You smiled as you kissed him back before he moved and grabbed his visor, putting it back on and fastening it to his head.
“I’ll keep in touch, there might be the need for further sessions in case this one doesn’t succeed.” You hummed, biting your lip a bit at the idea.
He smirked, "I look forward to your call then.” He hummed before stepping out of your office and making his way back through the lab where multiple scientists were frozen and gawking at him. His smirk shifted into a grin as he stepped into the elevator and hit the button, leaving the scientists in utter dismay.
Their attention turned to you as they heard the click of your heels against the floor, you stopped in the arch way of the room, adjusting your cuff with an unimpressed expression, glancing up at them then sneering. “Who said you all could stop working?” You growled, all of them quickly rushing back to work, you smirked as well before pulling out your phone and calling the help desk.
“I require service in my office, tell them to bring a lot of cleaning supplies please. I expect everything to be completely clean before I return from my meeting. Thank you.” You hummed before hanging up and heading to the elevator to continue your day as if nothing happened.