Chapter 1 - Leila's Test

This chapter introduces Leila, femme assistant to an officer in the Futarchy Peace Force.

You've just logged into your computer for the morning when the intercom buzzes and Sub-Commander Hurt's voice calls you into her office. You stand up and shrug your jacket off, leaving you in a white tank top, spike-heeled boots, and a skin-tight black skirt that barely covers your ass even when you're standing up.

You pick up the briefing packet from your in-tray and enter the Sub-Commander's office. Unlike your own sterile room it's well decorated, with comfortable leather chairs, a darkwood desk, and a thick, lush rug.

As usual, the Sub-Commander is on the phone, occasionally speaking into a headset but mostly listening intently. She gestures for you to place the document folder in front of her, then towards the desk. Your heart is already pounding harder as you get down on your hands and knees and crawl in under her desk.

The Sub-Commander pulls her skirt up. Her cock is as strong and hard as its owner, as much a weapon as the stunner she always has on her hip, but to you it is a thing of beauty. You lick your lips when you see drop of precum forming at the tip and draw a deep breath through your nose, the scent sending a shiver through your body.

Without any further prompting you gently grasp her shaft with your hands, then open your lips to take her tip into your mouth. The taste makes your face flush and your nipples stiffen, and you work your hands up and down as you begin to give her the first of this day's blowjobs.

You circle the tip of her cock with your tongue while you stroke her shaft, then begin to bob your head up and down. You've only been with the Sub-Commander for a few weeks, but you've learned what she likes. She wants her service efficient and straight to the point with no hint of teasing or dawdling, so you work her cock hard and fast. After a couple of minutes you have relaxed enough to try to take her all the way down your throat, and on the second try you succeed. Her hand reaches down to pat your head as a reward, then takes hold of the back of your head to hold you impaled until she feels you gag around her swollen shaft.

When she releases you you draw a few quick breaths which makes the string of saliva hanging between your chin and the tip of her cock tremble, then quickly get back to your task.

It isn't long before you hear her breathing grow heavier and you intensify your sucking, both your hands working her shaft, sliding easily as it is slick with your spit. Then she grabs your head with both hands and fucks your mouth, her cock going all the way down your gagging throat with each hard thrust. You ball your hands into fists, pressing them against the small of your back to keep from trying to resist her, something that is sure to draw swift and harsh punishment. Soon she draws a deep breath, gasps, then grunts a couple of times as she shoots her big load of hot cum down your throat, her hands pressing your face against her crotch as she pulses and twitches in your mouth.

You swallow as best you can, and when she relaxes her grip you pull back enough to draw a few deep breaths through your nose but keep your mouth around her cock. Using both hands you squeeze the last few drops of cum out of her, your tongue caressing her tip and catching the delicious juice. You swirl it around in your mouth for a few ecstatic seconds before swallowing, licking your lips to get every trace of Hurt's savory sperm into your mouth.

Once she's fully drained you pull back, not wanting to annoy her by keeping at it for too long. You pull her skirt back down over her now semi-flaccid cock and crawl out from under her desk, curtsy, and return to your station, closing the door behind you.

Back at your desk you spend the next hour managing the Sub-Commander's schedule, answering some of her routine e-mails, and generally arranging the practical details of her professional life. She's doing a surprise inspection next week which requires a certain amount of secrecy so you've set up some dummy meetings in other parts of the sector together with some of the other assistants you trust.

Then the Sub-Commander calls you back in again. Soon you're on your back on her desk with your top off while she alternates between fucking your throat and pushing her cock between your breasts. You're very proud of your breasts, full and firm as they are, with big nipples that are almost constantly hard, and it's become very clear to you that your boss is a bit of a tit-hound. When she's not as busy as she was this morning she usually takes some time to play with your tits before fucking you or having you suck her off.

Now her hands are constantly on them, whether she has her cock between them or down your throat, squeezing them, mashing them together, flicking and pinching your stiff nipples to make you moan and squirm.

She never speaks to you while she's fucking you and despite your training you can't help but feel that that's a little degrading when you think about it. But the taste of her cock and the feel of her hands on your skin banish all such thoughts, making you willing and accepting of whatever she requires of you, even if it's to have your throat fucked sore while she plays with your tits.

You know she has an appointment at eleven, but she must have done away with most of her work until then because she's taking her time with you, which is highly unusual. Normally her sexual interest in you is limited to having you make her cum as quickly and efficiently as possible but for once she actually seems to be taking pleasure in using you. It's a little confusing, but in a good way. Maybe she's finally warming up to you? The thought sends a warm fuzzy wave through your body.

You've never been able to cum just from having your mouth and tits used, but the combination of Hurt's extended interest in your body and the idea that she might be starting to enjoy you as more than a fuck doll is bringing you to the brink. Your pussy is literally dripping wet and she barely has to touch your nipples to make you gasp with frustration. This seems to entice her further and she wraps your tits around her spit-slick shaft, tit-fucking you while she keeps her thumbs firmly planted on your nipples, making you incoherent with pain-tinged pleasure.

You gasp with every ragged breath, then choke as she without warning shoves her cock into your mouth again, fucking your throat with hard, deep thrusts as she clamps her fingers around your nipples and pulls your breasts up. You are overcome by an intense and sudden orgasm when her rough fingers send lines of fire from your nipples down to the center of your belly, your hips thrusting against the air and your fingers clawing at the surface of the desk. The combination of being choked by a thick cock while you cum without your pussy having been touched at all makes you feel like you're falling even as Hurt shudders and shoots spurt after spurt of hot cum straight down your throat, her fingers still pinching your nipples hard. Just when you think you're going to black out she pulls out and strokes herself over your face, shooting the last part of her load over your breasts that suddenly miss her ungentle touch.

While she catches her breath she rubs her sperm into your skin and gives you the tip of her cock to nuzzle. You suck greedily, savoring the taste of her cum before swallowing. For once she lets you take your time with it, perhaps as a reward.

When she finally pulls out she actually looks at your face, brushing your cheek with her fingers. Her face is as unreadable as ever but there's something in her gaze, in the way her dark eyes linger on you. Then it's gone and she's back to her usual business-like manner.

"Well done, Leila. The Futarchy appreciates your service."

You can't quite formulate a response and your surprised nod probably looks strange as you're still on your back with your head hanging off the edge of the desk, but before you can gather your thoughts for a more meaningful response the Sub-Commander is back to her usual businesslike demeanor.

"Now get this cleaned up. I need you to be ready again at eleven."

"Yes, Sub-Commander!" You get down from her desk and wipe up the small puddle of juices you have left on it using your discarded top, eagerly licking up the few drops of her cum that has spattered over the smooth surface. Once her desk is clean, you curtsy and leave her office.

If she needs you for the meeting you'll need to freshen up first, so you head off for the bottom floor communal showers.

Like most workplaces, Peace Force Station 17 has an in-office changing room and shower to allow the workers to keep clean and fresh during the day. Since most futa require a release at least every couple of hours there's a lot of bodily fluids produced, and when much of them end up in or on people along with the sweat that tends to result from the pure physical exertion, there's a need for regular washing.

Also like many other workplaces the showers here are on the bottom floor with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the street. There's a certain competetiveness between various government agencies and other places of employment regarding the attractiveness of their staff so they like to take this chance to show off their assets. It can also be a useful recruiting tool.

You're alone in the elevator down, and there aren't that many people in the changing room either. You kiss hello with a couple of other girls you know and curtsy to the only futa you see there. Even though she's busy fucking another girl up against the wall and wouldn't notice if you didn't, the Peace Force tends to be strict about protocol.

For similar reasons you take one of the showers near the window, once you've put your clothes away in one of the storage boxes: As the assistant to a high-ranking officer, your employers expect you to display yourself to the public as part of your service to the state. There isn't much foot traffic at this time of day, but again, protocol.

You wash yourself quickly, not because you mind the few onlookers who glance your way or stop for a minute or two, but because you know your shower time will be monitored and tallied and you don't want to seem like you're wasting government time and resources. Besides, the Sub-Commander will want you back behind your desk, or under hers. You towel off and get back to the lockers for your things, and you've just put your clothes back on when Lis comes in.

Lis works at the External Communications office, and she is one of your closest friends. Like all ExCom workers she's stunningly beautiful, with an expressive face, full lips, and blonde curls to die for, and you know she never needs to go to bed alone unless she wants to. You've stayed over at her place a handfull of times and she's a skilled if somewhat conventional lover.

You exchange some gossip with her - a couple of officers from your station will provide security for a visiting vid star, the new local ExCom Director is a bit of a bitch, there's rumors some terrorists were arrested last week - then kiss her goodbye. If you'd had the time you would have made out with her a bit, but you're both in a bit of a hurry and neither of your bosses are exactly patient with girls who dawdle in the showers.

You watch together as the futa you saw when coming in finishes fucking the girl she had pushed up against the wall, shooting a big load of cum over her back, then leads her away towards the showers taking about "round three". She has the tough, athletic look of a patrol officer so most likely she'd been out on the streets for a few hours without a chance to fuck anyone and was making up for lost time. Now that you've seen her face you recognize the girl with her as one of the newer ones in the office pool who aren't assigned to any particular officer.

You exchange some gossip with Lis - a couple of officers from your station will provide security for a visiting vid star, her new boss is a bit of a bitch, there's rumors some terrorists were arrested last week - then kiss her goodbye. If you'd had the time you would have made out with her a bit, but you're both in a bit of a hurry and neither of your bosses are exactly patient with girls who dawdle in the showers.

On your way up you share the elevator with one of the other Sub-Commanders' sergeants who pulls down your top so she can play with your tits while you ride up, so you're a little flushed from more than almost being late when you get back to your station where your boss' eleven o'clock appointment is already waiting, at least ten minutes early.

All you knew about her beforehand was that the Sub-Commander called her Janie. Now she's sitting in one of the visitor's chair by the door to the Sub-Commander's office, her booted feet propped up on the small table while she idly strokes her cock, the scent of her precum unusually strong. The only things she's wearing apart from her combat boots is a belt and an equipment harness, a stunner strapped to the former and the latter looking a bit empty, like she usually carries around a dozen things strapped to her body that she had to leave behind for this visit. Her skin is a dark chocolate color and her body is strong and lithe, her hair cropped down to a short black fuzz, but what really catches your attention are her eyes. They're big and dark and calculating, giving her an alluring but somehow frightening look.

You curtsy, and after giving you a quick look Janie waves for you to go to your desk.

You curtsy again and begin to work through the emails that have accumulated while you've been busy. The scent of Janie's pre-cum soon reaches you and you feel yourself get a little wet, but you continue to focus on your work. After a couple of minutes she gets out of her seat and moves to stand behind you, taking your left hand and placing it on her cock while her right reaches in under your top to squeeze your breast. You continue sorting through the messages for the Sub-Commander as best you can through the combined distractions of keeping your hand moving at an even pace while Janie's hands grow more familiar with your breasts and nipples.

When the intercom buzzes to let you know Hurt is ready for her guest she steps back and releases you after giving one nipple an extra pinch. Your legs are a little wobbly when you open the door for her and you glance longingly at her bobbing cock when she steps past you.

To your surprise Hurt tells you to follow Janie inside, and what follows is the strangest conversation you've ever had.

You all sit down around the small table in one corner of the room that Sub-Commander Hurt uses for informal meetings. She asks you to take notes, but instead of your normal datapad and stylus you get a pad of paper and a pencil that's in sore need of sharpening.

Then Hurt and Janie start up a long, meandering conversation about people you've never heard of before. Sometimes one or the other gets up to sit on or behind Hurt's desk instead and when they return they sit down on a different chair from before, and they tell you to go fetch things that sometimes aren't there, then tell you to sit somewhere else. Once Hurt grabs you and pulls you down onto her lap, something she never does otherwise, playing with your tits and getting in the way of whatever meager notes you'd otherwise would have been able to take. Sometimes they ask you to repeat parts of the conversation back to them or ask you questions about the people they've been talking about, half the time asking for things they haven't mentioned, at least not that you can remember. For a while Janie sits right next to you and fingers you while she has you stroke her cock and they start talking about your looks and sexual skills, Hurt giving a very vivid description of how you got her off that same morning.

By the end your head is swimming from your own excitement and confusion along with the pheromones they're giving off. Janie's precum has a particularly strong scent and when her cock is in view you find it hard to keep your eyes off of it.

Then they stop talking as abruptly as they started, without seeming to have reached any kind of conclusion. Hurt takes her usual place behind her desk and waves you forward to stand in front of her, Janie retreating to a corner. You can feel her gaze on you and it takes an effort of will not to glance back at her and her enticing cock.

Hurt asks you a few more questions about what just happened and you use the few notes you were able to take as support for your memory and answer as best you can.

Did Leila pass the test? Leave a comment below if you want the story to go a particular way, then find out in the next chapter!