The Operative Part One

[B_Veronica_Divine]

Part 1: The Operative Breaks an Easy Case



“Good Evening my stud Agent captive.” I said into the mic of my little booth.

I could see him visibly shudder at my words.

It’s not surprising. My voice is a weapon, honed to perfection; just the right mix of breathlessness and husk, mingled with the dominating tones of a confident Queen. One of my subjects said that hearing it was like having a pair of soaked silken panties wrapped around his dick.

I like to tease my victims with this first.

“We’re going to play 20 questions. If you want this to go quickly, feel free to answer them without hesitation. I’ve been trained as a stripper, an escort, and a psychiatrist; I will get what I want from you eventually.

“Fuck you.”

Ah, the stud was defiant. This would be fun. He was tall, slim, his face pretty and shadowed by blond hair. My voice alone had already caused an erection to strain at the leg of his pants. Even from my distance in the concealed control booth I could see the bulge was considerable.

He was striped to the waist, his sculpted muscles delicious in their tense state. Having him topless didn’t actually have a damned thing to do with the interrogation; I just wanted to look.

“Question 1. What is your name?”
He seemed to relax a little into the spread-eagled position he was retrained in.

“Agent Donovan Skyward.”

“Ah, I shall call you Donnie.”

“Whatever. All your questions going to be this easy?”

“No Darling Donnie, some will be hard. Even more so than that scrumptious erection you’re sporting for me.”

He blushed deep at this exposure of his weakness.

“What were you doing sneaking around our compound’s HQ?”

“I was there to do your mom.!” He sneered. Oh this was going to be *FUN*

“Let me try another easy one.” I purred. I flicked on the light that illuminated just my face for his viewing pleasure.
“What’s your favorite color?”

“Red.” He said with an almost reflexive disbelief as he studied my luscious plush lips. My billowy cock-cushions are smooth with few crinkles and usually pursed in a bemused smile when I do these interrogations.

Of course I didn’t give a shit about the question, it just proved he was paying the right kind of attention.

“why were you in the compound HQ?” I asked again, this time letting my azure eyes deliberately crawl over him.

The second my gaze fell on his straining bulge, he blurted a real answer.
“I came to take something!”

“Good boy! What?”

He shook a little with rage, trying to recompose himself after the slip.

“Your mom’s anal virginity!” He roared.

Cute but unimaginative. This one would be done soon.

“Bad move.” I pouted, pressing another button to open the door, sashaying into the room.

I could see his fat balls lurch as precum stained his stretched slacks.

Something about my luscious 42-22-36 figure just has that effect. Of course it also might have been the sight of my heart-attack-inducing JJ cups threatening to tear my simple black shirt.

“Holy fuck!” Faintly escaped his lips.

“What was it you were here to take?” I asked, prancing forward a few steps, black fuck-me pumps causing a massive bounce with each pace.

“p-plans for agent movement on the west coast.” He feebly stuttered.

“Good boy.” I cooed. He winced and cursed, seeming to wish his tiny brain could somehow tame the will of his huge cock.

“And who sent you?” I asked.

“I can’t think of a way to put that in the form of a yo’ mama joke.” He explained.

“Who sent you?” I repeated as I peeled my shirt off, letting him absorb the sight of my honeysuckle blonde hair cascading down between my colossal wobbling sweater missiles.

There was a tremendous ripping noise as my captive’s thick meat slab tore through his slacks.

I arched an eyebrow and licked my lips. A dollop of translucent precum emerged from the thick plumb head and slowly rolled down the quivering pillar of fuckflesh.

Closing his eyes to shut me out he still accidentally spat the first thing on his overburdened brain.

“The Centurion Front sent me!”

“Ah, thank you. So how big is this cock?”

“I won’t tell you anything more!” He half-whined, his eyes scrunched tight.

“You sure?” I asked, leaning low and breathing the two words slowly on his dick with a hot sultry cinnamon breath.

“Nine point five inches!” He screeched, simultaneously crying from his left eye and the tip of his raging ramrod in a gout of precum.

“No more questions, please!” His humiliation must have been unbearable. Who knows how many years of agent training had just crumbled in ten minutes of my face, lips, breath, and JJ cups.

“Oh don’t be an idiot.” I said sweetly. “I got everything I needed from you 2 questions ago. Now I’m just having fun. Playing with my food.”

I spoke these words into his prong like it was a massive member microphone. The thought of my devouring him cause such a spurt, that I had to back of to avoid getting a geyser on me.

“Yeah right, loser.” I said, crushing his hopes of dining release between my cushy cocksucking lips.

“Still…” I added now leaning low to his ear “you have a HUGE cock, Donnie!”

I said these words with all the ball-blistering heat I could muster, pushing him over the edge.

His weapon discharged, firing 9 white streaks, balls recoiling between each round.

The first two rained down upon him while the next succession of salvos pummeled his forehead, eyes, chin, throat, and chest.

Blowing him a kiss like the bitch I am, I strode slowly from the room.

 

[ballgagsnippleclamps]

Anyone else trying to figure out a way to get captured? ; )

 

[BigDuder]

man, veronica... generally, you are an inspiration... but did he have to roar your mom jokes?

 

[B_Veronica_Divine]

man, veronica... generally, you are an inspiration... but did he have to roar your mom jokes?

That's a fair criticism..may I ask if it's the "jokes" (they weren't really meant to be funny) or simply the fact that they were "roared" (which I agree is an awkward construction) that bothered you more?

 

[BigDuder]

Oh, good. I figured they were meant to be unfunny, but I had lingering doubts that it was your attempt at James Bond style wit. Thank God I was mistaken, and I will never doubt your abilities again.

 

[B_Veronica_Divine]

Oh, good. I figured they were meant to be unfunny, but I had lingering doubts that it was your attempt at James Bond style wit. Thank God I was mistaken, and I will never doubt your abilities again.

no, I will admit later in this series I do make some sad attempts; but these are not them. You can save your dissapointment for those isntallments.

 

[Big Del]

I would also like to be captured by Veronica......................

 

[B_Veronica_Divine]

I would also like to be captured by Veronica......................

So is that a yes on posting The Operative II on here?

 

[Sixofspades]

Yes to capture and yes to part II.

 

[Big Del]

and an extra special yes to you Veronica!

 

[D_BobN_Weave]

yes!!! i loved it......i want to be captured in the next part!!!

 

[MASSIVEPKGO_CHUCK]

Part 1: The Operative Breaks an Easy Case



“Good Evening my stud Agent captive.” I said into the mic of my little booth.

I could see him visibly shudder at my words.

It’s not surprising. My voice is a weapon, honed to perfection; just the right mix of breathlessness and husk, mingled with the dominating tones of a confident Queen. One of my subjects said that hearing it was like having a pair of soaked silken panties wrapped around his dick.

I like to tease my victims with this first.

“We’re going to play 20 questions. If you want this to go quickly, feel free to answer them without hesitation. I’ve been trained as a stripper, an escort, and a psychiatrist; I will get what I want from you eventually.

“Fuck you.”

Ah, the stud was defiant. This would be fun. He was tall, slim, his face pretty and shadowed by blond hair. My voice alone had already caused an erection to strain at the leg of his pants. Even from my distance in the concealed control booth I could see the bulge was considerable.

He was striped to the waist, his sculpted muscles delicious in their tense state. Having him topless didn’t actually have a damned thing to do with the interrogation; I just wanted to look.

“Question 1. What is your name?”
He seemed to relax a little into the spread-eagled position he was retrained in.

“Agent Donovan Skyward.”

“Ah, I shall call you Donnie.”

“Whatever. All your questions going to be this easy?”

“No Darling Donnie, some will be hard. Even more so than that scrumptious erection you’re sporting for me.”

He blushed deep at this exposure of his weakness.

“What were you doing sneaking around our compound’s HQ?”

“I was there to do your mom.!” He sneered. Oh this was going to be *FUN*

“Let me try another easy one.” I purred. I flicked on the light that illuminated just my face for his viewing pleasure.
“What’s your favorite color?”

“Red.” He said with an almost reflexive disbelief as he studied my luscious plush lips. My billowy cock-cushions are smooth with few crinkles and usually pursed in a bemused smile when I do these interrogations.

Of course I didn’t give a shit about the question, it just proved he was paying the right kind of attention.

“why were you in the compound HQ?” I asked again, this time letting my azure eyes deliberately crawl over him.

The second my gaze fell on his straining bulge, he blurted a real answer.
“I came to take something!”

“Good boy! What?”

He shook a little with rage, trying to recompose himself after the slip.

“Your mom’s anal virginity!” He roared.

Cute but unimaginative. This one would be done soon.

“Bad move.” I pouted, pressing another button to open the door, sashaying into the room.

I could see his fat balls lurch as precum stained his stretched slacks.

Something about my luscious 42-22-36 figure just has that effect. Of course it also might have been the sight of my heart-attack-inducing JJ cups threatening to tear my simple black shirt.

“Holy fuck!” Faintly escaped his lips.

“What was it you were here to take?” I asked, prancing forward a few steps, black fuck-me pumps causing a massive bounce with each pace.

“p-plans for agent movement on the west coast.” He feebly stuttered.

“Good boy.” I cooed. He winced and cursed, seeming to wish his tiny brain could somehow tame the will of his huge cock.

“And who sent you?” I asked.

“I can’t think of a way to put that in the form of a yo’ mama joke.” He explained.

“Who sent you?” I repeated as I peeled my shirt off, letting him absorb the sight of my honeysuckle blonde hair cascading down between my colossal wobbling sweater missiles.

There was a tremendous ripping noise as my captive’s thick meat slab tore through his slacks.

I arched an eyebrow and licked my lips. A dollop of translucent precum emerged from the thick plumb head and slowly rolled down the quivering pillar of fuckflesh.

Closing his eyes to shut me out he still accidentally spat the first thing on his overburdened brain.

“The Centurion Front sent me!”

“Ah, thank you. So how big is this cock?”

“I won’t tell you anything more!” He half-whined, his eyes scrunched tight.

“You sure?” I asked, leaning low and breathing the two words slowly on his dick with a hot sultry cinnamon breath.

“Nine point five inches!” He screeched, simultaneously crying from his left eye and the tip of his raging ramrod in a gout of precum.

“No more questions, please!” His humiliation must have been unbearable. Who knows how many years of agent training had just crumbled in ten minutes of my face, lips, breath, and JJ cups.

“Oh don’t be an idiot.” I said sweetly. “I got everything I needed from you 2 questions ago. Now I’m just having fun. Playing with my food.”

I spoke these words into his prong like it was a massive member microphone. The thought of my devouring him cause such a spurt, that I had to back of to avoid getting a geyser on me.

“Yeah right, loser.” I said, crushing his hopes of dining release between my cushy cocksucking lips.

“Still…” I added now leaning low to his ear “you have a HUGE cock, Donnie!”

I said these words with all the ball-blistering heat I could muster, pushing him over the edge.

His weapon discharged, firing 9 white streaks, balls recoiling between each round.

The first two rained down upon him while the next succession of salvos pummeled his forehead, eyes, chin, throat, and chest.

Blowing him a kiss like the bitch I am, I strode slowly from the room.

Well, that's one way of "extracting" info from an operative.
But hey, love it.

Please continue with some more.