The technician blushed as the co-worker he no doubt fantasized about knelt naked next to him. After a moments hesitation, she looked up in my eyes, opened my pants to pull my modest cock out, then wrapped her red lips around my virgin dick. The wet warmth surrounding me was amazing. This woman who had humiliated me was mine now, and she was servicing me in a way and I had fantasized about a woman doing for years. She began bobbing up and down and I realized I was going to last long at all, fuck.
-Ohhh oh.. Ok, now hold your m... mouth open and your face in front of me and juh... j.. jerk me off onto your face. Tuh...Tu... Tongue out please!
Begrudgingly, she did exactly as she was told. Her hands slid rapidly through her own spit and lipstick smears across my shaft until I blew my load all over her face, into her hair, and several thick, salty ropes into her mouth. I didn't even notice the pinch when my chip was inserted, and I just basked in the glory of both revenge on a bitch and the best cum of my life. I noticed the technicians oants bulging a little bit, and got a wicked grin. Zipping up my pants I addressed her.
-Swallow whats on your tongue, then give your friend here the same treatment. And... don't wash anything up or put anything back on until you get home tonight. If anyone asks just tell them it's because you are a desperate cum hungry slut and offer them the same thing you are giving us.
In the bliss of my orgasm I had stopped stuttering, and the cum hanging from her hair made it harder to be nervous around her. As I was talking her face went from disgust, to horror, to humiliation to rage. As it looked like she was about to say something I pointed at her co-workers bulge and snapped my fingers. She glared at me but turned toward him. As she looked down I saw him give me a meaningful and grateful look. I heard him start to moan as I left the room.
As I finally came home I was greeted by my worried sister, although my mother hadn't returned home from work yet.
-Conner! What took you so long I thought you had crashed or something!
Poor Chloe was clearly stressed and relieved at the same time.
-Oh don't worry Chloe, they just needed me a little longer to make this...
I said this nonchalantly as I casually held up my license between two fingers. Her eyes widened in shock, then I wide smile split her beautiful face.
-Ohmygodohmygodohmygod Conner! You are fucking psychic!? Holy shit that's amazing!!
She went on like this for half a minute before a realization struck her.
-What kind is it??
I saw eager curiosity threatening blow her head open from inside out.
-Well... thats a little complicated... I can I explain later?
I had just finished my shift watching that little pervert that groped me in front of Max, my fiance, but apparently I couldn't quite go home yet. Mr. Jonathan, the regional director of psychic affairs wanted to meet with me. Well, that was good. My heart had been sinking into my stomach whenever I pictured Max's face as I swapped spit with some barely legal kid in front of the squad. The thought of the squad themselves and the mockery that was sure to come made my stomach turn as well. This couldn't be a lasting arrangement, so I would have to ask Mr. Jonathan for a transfer during our meeting. I wouldn't be able to work with Max anymore, we were lucky to land that assignment once, but I could keep that Conner kid's greasy little paws off me and I would be gone before he took things too far in front of my fiance and friends.
- Sir, Lt. Watson reports as ordered.
I said as I snapped to attention and saluted the man who I hoped would get me a safer assignment.
- Excellent, Lt. Watson. Stand at ease.
As Mr. Jonathan said this I went to parade rest and listened as he continued speaking.
- I know it's been a long day with more than one surprise, and I heard you were our newest asset's first request. I'm sure your eager to return home but I have a few things to discuss with you about your new assignment.
- Yessir. I actually wanted to talk about that as well, I have put in a request for a change of station due to the incident earlier today, and I would like to request personally to it be processed and approved.
At this Mr. Jonathan paused, looked thoughtful, the shook his head before moving on.
- I'm sorry, Lt, but it seems there has been a miscommunication. Your squad was assigned here specifically because you are attractive, and unavailable, and serving in the same unit is your fiance.
- ... I'm afraid I don't quite understand sir.
- Yes, I see that. As you may have noticed, Mr. Conner is not a man suffering from excessive confidence. In fact, despite humiliating you, he is not a man overly likely to take advantage of excessive power.
- Sir I...
As I started to respond, Mr. Jonathan cut me off.
- Don't interrupt me Lt. See, in a rush of overwhelmed excitement, Mr. Conner did take advantage of the first beautiful woman he saw, as we intended. However, as we suspected based on his profile, he didn't have to courage to even make you flash him. In fact, he the only women he truly let his desires lose on was poor Nurse O'Hara. And he not only didn't get everything a virgin would desire from a women that beautiful, but he wasn't even acting entirely based on his key desire. He did what he did at least halfway to release pent up frustration at powerlessness and to get revenge on someone he was angry at.
It took me a moment to process this. I of all people understood the need for psychics more than most my age, so I completely understood where he was coming from. At the same time I was furious at how they had set me up. Then again, my loyalty and the past behind it probably had something to do with his choosing me as well.
- You... You did this on purpose... sir?
- Stop whining and listen to me. Nurse O'Hara choked down the dick sweat and semen of any and every colleague that had ever fantasized about her and then walked home in the cold, naked and dripping with cum. She is staying home until the MyTube videos of her stop circulating and asking for a transfer herself. You got off easy!
Mr. Jonathan snapped at me, irritated I wasn't letting him get to the point. Properly chastized, I steeled myself for what I suspected he was going to say.
- Yessir.
- Anyway. As you know, gratifying a key desire and enhancing a psychics defensive field isn't the only reason we have these licenses. The problem is that when a psychic resists their key desire, or denies themselves, it actively weakens their abilities. You understand that, correct?
- Yessir.
- So here we have Conner, the first lust based psychic and one of the most powerful psychics we have ever detected, a brand new adult that is too nervous, shy, self-conscious, and loyal to his loved ones to take full advantage of his power. See, the problem is Mr. Conner is not only going to interact with women he wants to punish for something, and they are not the only women he is going to want to screw 6 ways to Sunday. But, with some of these like yourself, he will hold back and only scratch the surface of his desire. With others like his friends, or even that gorgeous sister he was chatting with in the lobby, he will probably completely deny himself. If he does that and only gratifies his desires when he is angry, he will be useless. Do you understand where I am going with this Lt. Watson?
- I... a little, sir? I understand the problem at least.
- Yes. You understand the problem. We chose you to be the solution. You are beautiful. You are innocent of harming him and in fact are responsible for keeping him safe. He will likely develop a sort of dependent relationship with you and your entire squad. Not only that but you are happily engaged and the man you are marrying will be watching everything Mr. Conner and you do together. Normally, you would be exactly the type of woman he would want, but deny himself. On the other hand, in his initial euphoria and adrenaline rush, he got a little taste of you. He felt you massaging him, touched your breast, and tasted your tongue. It will be harder than ever for him to not go back for more.
I began to realize what he was saying, and my heart sunk deeper than it had all day. I was going to have fuck the little shit at some point, and Max was going to be there when I did. Shit.
- I... See sir.
- Indeed Lt. You will not just be protecting him. You have a delicate job. You need to be unavailable, innocent, kind and reliable. You need to be clearly uninterested in him sexually and clearly in love with Sgt. Edwards. And while doing this, you need to tempt him. You need to push him right to the edge of lust and desire, until he breaks and drinks you in entirely. You have to seduce him without seducing him so he takes you in any and every way he can think of against your desires. I know, it's not what you had planned for your career, but you need to get Mr. Conner to force himself on you, and you need to get him to do it completely.
I felt myself getting sick. This was a fucking nightmare. I wanted to run away, to leave everything behind. I did not want that nasty little creep to so much as glimpse my cleavage, much less touch me or have his way with me. I actually felt my body tense and the muscles in my groin clench shut as I thought of the perverts nasty cock being pushed against it. I was months away from promising myself to Max and Max alone forever. But they had chosen me well. Because I knew why this had to be done and I believed in it completely. I still woke up with PTSD from that night 20 years ago. I had only been 7 when the aliens had come and turned my life upside down. My memory flashed to the fire, the shaking of the earth, the screaming, and... and to other things I would never forget. This had to be done, and I was exactly the women to do it. Goddammit. I was going from a deadly leader of a special forces unit to an unwilling whore. I was going to do it in front of the love of my life. I was going to feel ashamed and I wasn't going to enjoy it. I probably wouldn't even be able to enjoy it with Max without therapy after this. But as I struggled to remember my mothers face the last time I saw her alive, I knew I would do everything I could to make sure it happened. I would make sure Conner used me against all my wishes and despite my clear distaste, I would do it repeatedly, and I would do it to embolden him to do it to other women. Disgusting.
-I understand sir. I'll make it happen.
-Very good soldier. I knew we chose well. I am sorry about this. But you will be a hero for it. Because of this. You are dismissed.
I saluted him, did an about face and marched out of the room. When I was out of sight I went to the women's bathroom, cried about my fate for and hour, then steeled my resolve. I went to the lingerie store on the way home, then finally went into my apartment to tell Max what I had to do. This was going to be a a difficult and awkward conversation.
TBC