Chapter 0 - Zyria's First Solo Mission

This Monday I got the notification that I had gained my 25th watcher! It's been really nice to see that little number increase steadily over the course of my time here on the site. There's a blog post with more thoughts and a couple of questions for my readers.
To mark the occasion, here's a little bonus story! It's a look back to Zyria's first solo mission. It's a quickie; mostly smut, with a little background. The normal weekly chapter will should be posted tomorrow.

Content notes for this story: fm oral throatfucking vaginal anal dp, and lots of spooge.

Zyria Zumtri tiptoed through the deserted hallway of the mansion. She felt good about herself. She had just completed the main objective of her first solo mission as an Agent for the Special Intelligence Directorate: to sneak into the private office of Marton Yokohama, wealthy socialite and suspected spy for the Union of Free States, and download a copy of his private correspondence. She was carrying it now, on a datastick disguised as a tube of lipstick in her small purse.

She had snuck upstairs under cover of the raucous party -- Marton was known for them, and the Directorate suspected he used them to recruit and meet with his co-conspiritors -- and had easily penetrated the security measures. Of course, she had been helped by that because the body she was wearing right now -- her mind transferred into it by the SID's alien technology -- had been especially designed to defeat his rather idiosyncratic security. The way he had set up low-powered capture fields tuned to respond to any moving objects would have made a normal infiltration very difficult, but with the amped-up skin sensitivity of her current body, she had been able to feel the buzz of the fields as she approached them and had been able to navigate around them.

There was a downside, of course, she mused as she passed a mirror hanging on the wall. Any kind of clothing would have interfered with the sensitivity necessary to sense the fields, so the figure she now glimpsed in the mirror was stark naked. To fit in at the party, the Directorate's mission prep specialists had gone all-out on the cosmetics and skin colorizers. Her body -- slightly taller and more willowy than her original, though still not exactly tall -- was colored black and darkest blue, spattered with bright stars and colorful nebulae. Her nipples were picked out, each of them colored like a bright blue-white star, and in the place of her pubic hair -- too much hair would interfere with sensitivity, they had said -- was a yellow sun, bright prominences streaming up to her navel and down over her slit. Her short-cropped hair was reddish orange, like the rays of a red giant.

Even covered up with her clothing, she had had several compliments on her choice of makeup down at the party. Zyria took a moment to admire herself in the mirror before continuing on her way to the closet where she had stashed+ her clothes. The deep, soft carpet and the slight breeze of the air conditioning tickled her supersensitive skin.

As she passed the mirror, there was a slight tremor in the floor, followed by the muffled sound of voices from further down the hall. Someone was there! Zyria's mind raced. She tried a the closest door, but found that it was locked.

Footsteps came closer, and now she could make out two different male voices. She rushed forward, but none of the other doors opened either. She would have to bluff it out. She straightened up and tried to look innocent, feeling thankful that the body paint would cover her blush.

She had just settled into an unconcerned-looking walking pace when two men came around the corner. They were both tall and broadly-build, with identical buzz cuts and dark blue suits. They each wore a badge that marked them as part of the Yokohama security team.

Zyria tried to look startled as they spotted her. She gave a little wave.

"Oh, hi!" she said. "I'm, like, lost?"

The guards exchanged a look and approached her. They took the opportunity to look her up and down slowly. Damn, she was still naked! Her mind raced as she tried to figure out a way to explain this. Her strength and reflexes had been enhanced, as was standard for duplicates, so she could probably take these two out. But probably was not certainly, and even if she won people would notice. The SID's plan for the information she had stolen depended on Yokohama not noticing she had done so for at least a couple of days.

"Really?" One of the guards asked.

"I went looking for the bathroom and now I can't find the way back?" Zyria said, pressing on.

"You went wandering into the house dressed like that?" the guard asked.

"Hah, undressed like that, more like it," said the other, leering at her.

As Zyria looked around wildly, a memory surfaced and an idea struck her. The guards didn't look angry, and though their eyes were fixed on her, they weren't looking at her face. It was a risk, but she saw no alternative.

She looked up at the guards, who were now standing only a foot away. She tried to look innocent, shifted from foot to foot and squared her shoulder.

"OK, you, like, caught me, OK?" she sighed. "I was just looking around."

A hand closed around her upper arm, thick fingers dimpling her skin.

"'Just looking around,' huh. Then why are you naked?" the first guard asked, looming over her. The other snatched her purse and opened it.

Zyria's heart raced but she tried to keep her fear off her face and put on an expression of annoyance. The datastick was well-camouflaged. She took a deep breath and huffed.

"Oh, alright! It was for a bet, OK? My friend said that Mr. Yokohama has, like, this giant bed big enough for an orgy. It was in the news or something. She bet me I couldn't take a picture of myself on it." She lowered her voice. "You know, like, playing with myself?" she added, in a high-pitched whisper.

"She's got a valid invite, Rodney," the guard with her purse announced, waving a laminated access pass.

"How'd you get that, then?" the guard holding her rumbled.

Zyria shrugged and tried to look dumb. "This guy I know was asking girls if they wanted to go. We were supposed to dress nice and be 'eye-candy,'" she said, making air quotes with her free arm.

It was mostly true, too. Yokohama always arranged a bunch of pretty girls for his parties. It was how she had gotten in here.

"Sounds like the boss," Rodney said. He glowered down at her again. "But you're still not supposed to be up here."

"Um. Sorry?" Zyria said, making it sound like a squeak. She squared her shoulders. She knew the motion made her chest stand out, and was gratified to see the guards' gazes drop to her breasts. "I didn't mean anything by it..."

The guard with her purse looked at his partner. "We're supposed to bring any intruders to the security station."

"Oh, please," Zyria simpered, "I don't want to get into any trouble. I just snuck up here to take some pictures on the orgy bed to show my friend." She frowned. "He's probably just gonna masturbate to them, too."

The grip on her arm loosened and Rodney's face took on what he probably thought was an expression of guile. "Maybe we don't have to tell the boss about this," he said.

"We don't," the other one asked, looking confused.

"Maybe not." He winked at his partner. "And maybe, Jak, we can even show her the bed," he added, in a deliberate tone of voice. "'Cause it does exist."

"We can?"

"Yes, we can. Miss..." he snatched the access card and looked at it, "Miss Yankas here is clearly not the kind of trespasser we need to trouble the boss with. We can just quickly show her the giant bed she's looking for, and then we'll escort her downstairs, no trouble." The other guard still looked puzzled, so Rodney went on, "And I'm sure she'll be very grateful, Jak."

Zyria watches as realization finally dawned and a wide grin split Jak's face. She decided to play up her part.

"Oh, I would!" she simpered, grabbing Rodney's arm with both hands and squashing her breasts against his bicep.

Jak looked quickly up and down the corridor. "Come on, then," he said, leering at her.

The two guards escorted her down the corridor, one on either side. Rodney's hand was still on her arm, and Jak pushed her along with a callused hand on her back. As they walked, it slid down until it just touched her butt, nearly making her jump with every movement at the contact on her oversensitive skin.

Eventually, they came to an ornate wooden door, which Rodney opened with a keycard. "Ta-da!" he said, waving a muscled arm at a big round bed at least fifteen feet across. It was covered in red silk sheets, with a pile of fluffy white pillows at the head end.

"Oh, thanks!" Zyria enthused. "My friend will be, like, so impressed!" She took a step forward, as far as Rodney's grip on her arm would allow. "Could you, like, take some pictures of me? I promised I'd show him pictures of me playing with myself."

"I've got a better idea," Jak rumbled, stepping closer until he was pressed against her back. The fabric of his suit rubbing against her skin made Zyria shiver, and she noticed the hard bulge pressing into her back. "We help you take some nice pictures, and you can thank us at the same time."

Zyria looked up at him. "I am thankful, you know. What are you planning?"

The hand left her arm and there was the sound of a zipper from behind her. Jak leered at her. "Why don't you start by thanking Rodney, and I'll look for your phone to take some pictures."

Zyria smiled vapidly. "Oh, thank you! That would be great!"

She turned to Rodney, who had pulled down his pants to his ankles. His cock swung between his legs, growing harder as Zyria watched. Well, she had known where this was going. She reached out and close her hand around the shaft, the sky-black of her skin contrasting even against the darker skin of his cock. It twitched under her hand.

"On the bed, though," she said, looking up at Rodney with wide eyes.

"Alright, then," he replied, grinning.

His hands closed around her waist and she found herself lifted in the air, turned, thrown… And then she was on the bed, the silk sheets cool and smooth against her skin, her head hanging back over the edge.

She knew what he had planned, but she had a role to play. "Why in this-" she began.

She was interrupted as Rodney approached, used a hand on the back of her head to lift it slightly, and stuffed his half-hard cock into her mouth without pausing.

Zyria choked and her eyes watered. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and swallowed hard, trying to take Rodney's whole length. Well, the plan is working, she though, as Rodney's oversized balls hit her forehead, I might as well enjoy it.

Her tongue played over the quickly-hardening shaft in her mouth as she took in as much breath as she could, filling her nostrils with Rodney's musky smell. This kind f thing wasn't unknown to her -- she liked to indulge herself on her days off -- but Rodney was being a little rougher than she was used to.

She faintly heard the click of her phone's camera, but that concern was pushed from her mind as she felt Rodney's already-impressive shaft thicken and grow as it hardened. She swallowed convulsively, making him groan. She had been able to tell that he had had a penis graft, but she had thought it was a fairly tasteful one, not one of the monstrous cocks that some people went for.

Now she realized that she had not quite been correct as the cock swelled and lengthened in her mouth. e had simply gone for one that did not show its full size as until it was actually hard. She choked as a large hand clamped over her throat and held her down. It felt like the guard's cock was actually going down her throat as it grew.

"Hey man, I can feel it with my hand," Rodney called out. He groaned as Zyria swallowed again. "Man, this is the best money I ever spent!"

Zyria heard her camera click again but failed to pay much attention because her airflow was now in serious danger of being cut off. This body had a bigger lung capacity, but it was still getting uncomfortable. She patted at the hand on her throat and kicked her legs, and finally Rodney seemed to get the hint. He pulled bac, making Zyria choke again as he dragged his shaft over her face, covering her in her own spit.

She imagined she could every individual droplet and splatter of saliva as they dripped onto her face, and her skin seemed to glow hotly under the path his dick took, from her mouth to her forehead.

Zyria looked up blinking the spit from her eyes, to see Rodney's cock howering above her face, half the length of her arm and almost as thick as her wrist. The purple head was throbbing and glistening, mostly with her saliva but she was pretty sure she could see some pre-cum leaking out as well.

Rodney looked down at her with a leer. "Ready to thank me some more?" he asked.

Oh, hell. You only lived once. If it got her out of here without alarms being raised… And maybe she could persuade him to stick that rod of his somewhere else, later, and she would get some pleasure out of it as well.

She tried to look wide-eyed and eager. "Sure, mister. Just, like, go easy, OK?"

"We'll see," Rodney said as he leaned forward, slapping his cock against her face. It didn't hurt, but she could feel every ripple of impact. Then she felt thick blunt fingers pinch a nipple and almost moaned at the flood of pleasure.

"I think I'm gonna get interested in astrology like this," Rodney called out over his shoulder. "All them stars and nebulala things look really nice from here."

Zyria didn't bother correcting him. When his cock swung past her mouth again, she leaned up and sucked the head into her mouth again. She swirled her tongue all around it, noticing the slick feeling and the taste of pre-cum as she sucked gently on it and played her tongue over the slit at the tip.

From her upside-down position, she could see along the shaft of his cock to his scrotum swinging between his legs as they tensed and untensed in response to her sucking and licking. He seemed satisfied with her efforts for the moment, groaning in pleasure as she moved her head back and forth slightly, as much as she could, lavishing the parts of his cock she could reach with her lips and tongue.

He mauled both her breasts with his large callused hands, sending bolts of pleasure through her body with every movement. Slowly, gradually, he began leaning forward again, leaving Zyria to lick and kiss further and further up his shaft. Eventually, he bumped into the back of her throat again.

"Glk!" she choked, feeling a dribble of spit run down between her eyes.

"Aah," Rodney moaned. "Just a little more!"

On of his hand left her breast while the other pressed down on her chest. A moment later, the other clamped around her throat just below her chin, holding her firmly in place. Zyria's eyes had just enough time to widen before he thrust forward. Her throat was in line with her mouth and Zyria swallowed quickly as he fed her his entire length until his balls once again hit her between the eyes. She could feel her throat bulge against the palm of his hand.

This time, she was a little more prepared for him, so she choked less as he withdrew and thrust back in. He began fucking her throat and, after she got used to it, Zyria even began to enjoy it. The pressure of his hands on her chest and throat, the scent of him in her nostrils, and of course the feeling of his length slide in and out of her mouth and the taste of his pre-cum.

She raised her arms and grabbed the his legs, pulling him into her with each thrust even as she started to get light-headed from only managing to take the occasional breath each time he drew back. Soon his thumb began to move against her nipple, flicking it in time with his thrusts and making her moan around the thick cock stuffing her mouth.

After a few minutes, as little lights were flashing in front of her eyes even while she could feel her pussy leaking onto the silk sheets, she heard Jak speak, barely audible over Rodney's grunts of effort.

"Hey, I want in, too!" he protested.

"Just.. a little... longer!" Rodney grunted, as Zyria felt his hard cock throb in her mouth.

"It's *been-*" Jak began, but a loud groan from Rodney drowned him out.

The thick cock in Zyria's throat pulsed, and there was a strong taste of cum before he jammed its entire length down her throat. Zyria choked again as the engorged head swelled in her throat and fired a blast of cum into her stomach. He withdrew immediately, while his cock continued to jump and pulse. The second load erupted just as he pulled away and filled up her mouth with sticky white goo.

Rodney took his cock in hand and aimed it at Zyria, and she watched as his balls contracted agian and again, covering her face and chest in his seed. Zyria coughed and closed her eyes as globs of cum ran over her face.

"There," she heard Rodney say, "Now it's your turn."

Zyria wiped her face and watched as Jak approached, handing her phone to Rodney on the way.

"Hey, you got her all sticky," he complained.

"Oh, like you care. Anyway, it fits the, you know, the theme. I made a milky way!" He waggled his eyebrows. "Get it?" He chuckled at his own joke even when the other two did not, then leaned against the wall and pointed the phone's camera at Zyria.

By the time Zyria looked back at Jak, he had taken off his shirt and jacket and was struggling to take of his pants. A moment later they fell to the floor and her turned to her. His cock was standing upright and visible throbbing. "Come on, show me how thankful you are for showing you the boss's bed," he encouraged her.

Zyria sighed internally as she kneeled on the bed. While his cock was still shaped normally, it was a purplish-red color all over and nearly as oversized as his partner's. She had been expecting it. There were things a certain kind of man did when he got access to some money, and getting some kind of penis graft was number one on the list.

She reached out with a hand and closed her fingers around it just behind the head. It felt silky under her hand, and she could clearly feel the blood pumping in the veins. She stroked up and down a few times, watching out for any surprises, but it stayed the same size even as Jak hissed between his teeth. She realized she was being to analytical about this. She needed to stay in character.

"Nice," she said. "I'm gonna taste it now, OK?"

She bent down and licked the underside of the head, feeling it jump in her had. It tasted normally, at least. Slightly musky, and already with a slight flavor of pre-cum. She had known guys who had tried the whole artificial flavors thing, and had never liked it.

A hand brushed against Zyria's hair, setting of a wave of pleasure from the oversensitive skin on her scalp, and she went to work. She began by licking the shaft from top to bottom, holding her fingers just below the head and gently rubbing at it while her tongue worked. She covered the shaft in her spit as she familiarized herself with his shaft. His large balls -- probably grafted as well -- she peppered with kisses and lick, once or twice taking one of them in her mouth and sucking on it, to a pleased groan from Jak.

Eventually, when the whole length was rock hard, she backed up and took the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and giving it one hard suck before taking him deeper into her mouth. When it hit the back of her throat, there was still half the shaft left, and Jak didn't seem inclined to start face-fucking her. She smiled a little as she pulled back with a loud slurping sound and began bobbing up and down. Good, she could show off her own skills. One slim hand curled around the shaft and began to stroke up and down in time with the bobbing of her head, and a moment later she took his spit-slick balls in her other hand and began playing with them and rolling them in her palm.

Jak's fingers clenched and unclenched in her hair, unable to get a grip on the short  spiky locks but sending feelings of pleasure down her spine with every motion as she increased her temp. Loud slurping sounds began to fill the room as she bobbed up and down, filling her mouth completely with the cock and then pulling back and sucking hard on the head.

Zyria was so absorbed in her work -- not good, she needed to keep better situational awareness during missions! -- that she failed to notice that Rodney had move from his spot against the wall until the bed moved under his weight. She saw him from the corner of her eye as she continued to work. He had also undressed completely, and his cock was fully hard again after his previous orgasm. He quickly crawled over to behind her, and Zyria shivered as she felt a thick finger rub along her slit.

"I'm gonna do some more astrology," he said, taking one ass cheek in a rough hand making it jiggle. Zyria could almost make out every single knuckle and callus on her smooth skin. Without waiting, the finger that was rubbing along her slit suddenly slid into her cunt, not stopping until it was all the way inside.

Zyria shuddered and moaned and almost came right there. Every little movement in her engineered hole set off tremors of pleasure as if he had been rubbing her clit. She faltered briefly in her sucking of Jak's cock, but a push on the back of her head encouraged her to keep going.

"Wow, she's really wet already," Rodney commented, adding another finger to her pussy and pumping the in and out a few times. They rubbed along her inner walls and Zyria felt herself get even wetter. She really needed to cum.

The fingers were removed and the blunt head of Rodney's cock slapped against her cunt. Her ran it along her slit a few times, each pass over Zyria's clit making fireworks go off in her brain.

"You want this?" he asked?

Zyria scowled and tried to nod, though it was difficult with Jak's cock still sliding in and out of her mouth.

"I think that's a yes," Jak grunted.

There was no reply from Rodney except a change of angle of his cock. It pushed against her lips, slipping and sliding around while he searched for the right spot. Finally, he found it when his cock jumped inside her half an inch. There was a pleased grunt from behind her. Two large hands took her hips, five thick fingers dimpling the skin, and Rodney's thick cock thrust forward slowly, widening her channel inch by inch as the throbbing head pushed deeper and deeper inside until his hips slapped against her thighs.

She moaned around Jak's cock, her throat vibrating against his head as Rodney withdrew and slowly began fucking her. She was pushed back and forth a few inches with every movement of the massive rod inside her, and soon she didn't have to make any effort to keep her mouth moving on Jak's equally thick cock. She simple licked and sucked and  stroked her hand as she was pushed back and forth between the two men, her nose bumping into Jak's crotch each time Rodney bottomed out inside her.

She could feel the ridge of his cockhead slide along her inner walls with every increasingly fast stroke. The jolts of pleasure running up and down her spine made it feel like she was approaching her own peak closer and closer, but in this body it seemed her ecstasy could increase far further before she actually came.

She was near-incoherent in minutes, moaning and choking on Jak's cock with every movement as drool and pre-cum ran from her lips while her ass jiggled with every impact of Rodney's hips. And then there were suddenly hands on her shoulders and Jak's cock withdrew.

She blinked to clear her head as she heard Jak speak.

"Come on man, change position."

The fog cleared from Zyria's mind as Rodney stopped thrusting, and she saw Jak's face leaning close to hers.

"I don't just want your mouth, so me and Rodney are both gonna fuck you. That OK?"

Zyria nodded. At that point, she would have said yes to nearly anything that involved fucking.

"Right," she heard Rodney say, and his cock suddenly withdrew, leaving her feeling empty.

Four large hands manhandled her until she was kneeling in front of Rodney, her chest pressed into his. His hands gripped her thighs and spread them, then lifted her up into the air. Realizing what he was planning, Zyria slid a hand between them and found his cock. She gripped the slippery shaft and positioned it, and Rodney lowered her with a groan.

She moaned as well as his cock split her pussy wide again. She looked up into his grinning face as she sank lower and lower until his full length was stuffed inside her again. Her clit rubbed against his stomach at the end, and she shivered and jerked, impaled on his rod.

With an effort of will, she managed to get her legs to obey her, and her propped herself up, awkwardly and shakily, and managed to lift herself slightly and fall back down. She clenched her pussy muscles as hard as she could on the way down, and was rewarded with a moan from Rodney.

His fingers dug into the sensitive flesh of her thighs and ass again and helped her legs lift her up again, then slowly lowered her. In a few tries, they had synchronized their motions and Zyria was slowly bouncing up and down on his cock, every movement making her moan in pleasure as she leaned her head against her chest. This made her nipples, pressed against him, rub up and down an d only increased the waves of pleasure rolling through her.

A few moments later, as Zyria was getting used to the feeling of Rodney's cock bottoming out in her with every stroke and wet slapping sounds were echoing in the large room, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Hold up a minute," Jak rumbled by her ear. A finger came around her head, caressing her cheek -- and making her shiver again -- on the way to slipping into her mouth. She sucked at it without thinking, feeling the rough texture of the skin against her tongue.

Rodney, meanwhile, stopped bobbing her up and down and let her settle in his lap, his cock buried in her cunt up to the hilt. The finger was withdrawn from her mouth and reappeared a moment later sliding down between the globes of her ass. Even though she knew it was coming, Zyria gasped when the rough pad of the finger pressed against her sensitive rosebud.

The finger circled around a few times, making Zyria moan with pleasure, and finally pushed inside. Zyrea felt her hole clench and relax as it was invaded, accepting more and more until the finger was all the way in.

"Wow, she's ready for me!"

Jak thrust his finger in and out a few times and then pulled out. A hand pulled on of Zyria's ass cheeks aside, and then the blunt head of his cock pushed against her sphincter. Zyria tensed up for a moment, but then the tip rubbed around her hole and the sudden jolt of pleasure up her spine made her relax again. Jak took it as an invitation, because he pushed inside at once, stopping only once the entire head popped inside.

Her groaned in pleasure while Zyria moaned as well. She felt stretched wide open. She knew how thick his cock was, and had taken things that size before -- in her original body, at least -- but with the other cock filling her cunt he suddenly felt twice as thick.

After s pause, Jak took a deep breath an pushed in further, making Zyria's legs spasm as she was impaled on two thick rods in both her holes. Jak moved slowly and his thick cock was still with his own pre-cum and Zyria's spit, but she could still feel him stretch her wider with every inch, and he only stopped when his cock was buried all the way inside her.

'Nghah!" she moaned, as his hands joined Rodney's on her hips.

"Ready?" he rumbled from behind her, panting.

Zyria's head lolled in an approximation to a nod. With the feelings currently coursing through her, she found it hard to respond coherently, but it was enough for the guards. Together, they lifted her up with little effort, dragging both of her holes off their cocks and making all three of them let out synchronized moans.

When they let her drop down again, the feeling of two fat cocks filing her to bursting at the same time made her head fall back and her eyes roll up in her head.

"Mwuh!" she moaned, her hands clawing at Rodney's back as the two guards began moving, lifting her up together an then trusting up into her as they lowered her. Each time, the air in her lungs was expelled in a loud moan. It took only a few repetitions before they lost their synchronization and were each fucking in  their own tempo as Zyria lolled about, pinned between their bodies. The heat of them against her over-sensitized skin, of the massive shafts plunging in and out of both her holes, the scent of sex and the taste of cum still lingering in her mouth were overwhelming and she soon found it hard to do anything other than desperately hold on to Rodney and try to keep breathing between screams of pleasure.

It wasn't long before she came. A wave of pleasure rose up from her abused holes and washed over her, making her entire body tingle with treasure and making it hard for her to even breathe.  She felt her ass and pussy clench and relax randomly around the poles inside her even as the men continued fucking her, drawing out her orgasm until the pleasure almost turned to pain and she completely lost track of her surroundings.

When it passed and she opened her eyes again, the guys were still going, though their rhythms had become even more erratic. As Jak's grunts grew louder and louder in her ears, realization slowly dawned in her addled mind that something was changing, however.

Before she had time to identify the feeling, Rodney said, between grunts as her continued to pummel her pussy, "H-hey! Are you- Ah! getting *bigger*?"

Zyria realized that he was right. Jak's thrust had become shallower,  but she could feel his cock thickening even further in her ass.

"Yeah!" Jak confirmed, sounding triumphant between harsh breaths. "'s cUh- called a knot!"

As realization of what he meant slowly formed in Zyria's foggy mind, he gave a last, loud grunt. His hands of her shoulders held her down as he gave a hard thrust upward, burying his cock in her ass as deep as he could. There was a feeling of pressure just inside her hole as the base of his cock engorged further and held her in place, impaled on his rod.

Then there was a drawn-out groan as a feeling of warmth filled her. She felt him spurt his cum into her ass, white-hot seed filling her up as he came and continued to cum, blast after blast. Zyria moaned as the feeling was enough to push her over the edge again, whiting out her vision.

When it passed, she was lying back against Jak's chest. He was slumped backward slightly, panting as he recovered from his orgasm, and Zyria was still impaled on his still-hard cock. She blinked as she realized that Rodney was still pounding away at her pussy.

"Wow, man! You never told me about that!" Rodney said to Jak, looking past her as he continued to fuck her cunt. Jak's only response was a groan of pleasure.

Even after her second orgasm, as Rodney continued to fuck her while Jak's throbbing cock and cum filled  her ass, Zyria felt as if she was still riding on the edge of cumming. Her whole body tingled. She was aware of every inch of her back against Jak's chest, of the feeling of the air in the room against her sweating and cum-stained body, of the silky feeling of the sheets against her legs.

Finally, she felt Rodney's cock pulse again as he sped up, desperately rutting into her hard and deep a few times before he came for the second time. As another flood of thick cum filled her, Zyria was pushed over the edge for the final time. She screamed hoarsely an twitched in place, impaled on the two throbbing rods. As Rodney continued to cum, she felt his cum fill her up and begin to leak out of her cunt even around the cock plugging her up. Rodney collapsed against her, and the contact of his chest against her painfully-hard nipples was the final straw. She felt as if the world spun around her as she passed out from overwhelming pleasure.

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When Zyria came to, a little while later, she was lying on her stomach with her cheek was pressed into the mattress, and as she muzzily realized, with her hips raised uncomfortable on something warm. With weak arms, she tried to roll herself over, but she was stopped by a strange sensation in her ass.

There was a hissing intake of breath from behind her as she tried to look around.

"Whuh?" she asked.

A hand patted her butt. "Hey," she heard Jak rumble.

Zyria blinked, and the last of the fog cleared from her mind. She finally realized what was going on. Jak's thick cock was still buried in her aching asshole, and the base of it was so engorged that she was stuck on it!

She managed to turn her head and saw Jak, kneeling on the bed and grinning at her. She was slumped over, with her ass still stuck in his lap.

"I'm stuck!" she protested. It was not exactly the most brilliant observation, but it was the best she could do in the circumstances.

Jak looked sheepish, then grimaces when she squirmed in place, pulling at his cock with her hole.

"Sorry 'bout that," he said. "Just had my dick done and I didn't know it would last this long..." He grinned at her. "Must be 'cause it feels so good. Don't worry, it'll go back to normal soon."

Zyria was not exactly sure how to have a conversation with a guy when she was trapped, impaled on his cock in her ass. Anyway, she was supposed to be playing the ditzy gawker, she remembered.

"Um," she began, but then there was the sound of her phone's camera from near the door.

She turned her head to see Rodney taking more pictures of the two of them locked together. She tried to suppress her anger. She had already been here too long, and needed to get out with the data as soon as possible.

"Can I have my phone back now," she asked. "I need to go meet up with my friends."

Rodney leered at her as he approached and handed her the phone. "There you go, sweetheart. We appreciate your way of thanking us for not telling the boss on you. I took some more photos you can show to your friends!"

Zyria forced a smile as, thankfully, the thick knot in her ass began to shrink. "Thanks, mister!"

When she felt like Jak's cock had shrunk enough, she pushed off and managed to pull her ass off it. A gush of cum leaked out, covering her legs, Jak's lap, and the bed in sticky white goo and making her shiver with another tingle of pleasure. Jak collapsed with a groan.

"Um, do you have a towel?" she asked, looking down at herself. The stars and nebulae of her body paint were covered in a layer of drying cum.

***

An hour later, she was sitting in her handler's office. She had come straight here, so she was still wearing her party clothes. At least she was mostly clean again, though she couldn't wait for a shower. She hoped the last remains of the cum stains weren't too obvious.

Her handler, Mrs. Wilkes, smiled at her.

"Well done on your first solo mission, Agent Zumtri," she said. "You took a little longer than planned, but you got everything you were sent for. The people in Analysis are already combing through it."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Now, before we get to your report and debriefing..." Mrs. Wilkes tapped at her keyboard. "You are aware that all Directorate-issued phones maintain a permanent secure connection with our servers to avoid loss of data?"

Zyria could feel herself begin to blush. Then her handler turned her computer screen around. It showed, in close-up detail, a picture of Zyria, impaled on the cock in her ass and covered in cum.

"I suspect there may have been some improvisation during this mission. I'm looking forward to hearing your report."
