Compromised Interests Pt. 01

Author's Notes: The following story is entirely fictional and comes from the author's imagination and creative efforts only. Any resemblance to real-live people, living or dead, or to any real-life places. businesses, events, or situations are entirely coincidental and do not truly reflect them in any way.

This world is a part of my fantasies and I take credit (along with all rights) for all mischief & mistakes that reside within it! (Aside from the real world pop-culture references and veiled easter eggs that I sprinkle in for my own pleasure.) Always on the look for editors willing to help out as I self-edit and it shows. Any characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.

Narrative notes: This story is an expansion of a prior work called "Compromised Integrity -- A Preview". Readers who have already checked that story out can jump head to Chapter II as the only changes to note are that I shortened the first chapter to "Unhealthy Fascinations.." and adjusted the start of the story to 1942 PST (Time is a funny thing!). I truly hope both old & new readers enjoy this tale!

Content warning: This is not a "stroke" story as that is not the main intent of my stories, My style is more slow burn/read. Also mature adult relationship themes explored (see tags).

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14th February, 2025

1942 PST on the Pacific Coast of the United States (Eugene, OR)

Chapter One: Unhealthy Fascinations...

"... ahhhhh... ahhhHH... ahHHHH.... AHHHHH.... AHHHHHHH GAWD..." screamed the nearly naked young woman in anguished ecstasy as she finally succumbed to the unrelenting pressure supplied by her lovely body. Vibrant green eyes framed by exquisite lashes rolled into the back of her head as a mane of striking shoulder length silky blonde hair with red highlights (encased in a plain ponytail) whipped up violently, several blue-hued facial and neck veins of varying sizes bulging out from a typically smooth, porcelain ivory surface.

Only now, the usually pristine skin of her face, neck, and a good portion of her upper torso had turned a bright shade of reddish pink as a result of her exertions. Similarly, its smoothness was marred by the aforementioned vein activity along with her body's corresponding muscles straining and clenching in tandem. Paradoxically, these temporary blemishes only seemed to enhance the already appealing woman's loveliness and (sexual) appeal. The contrast of ugliness with beauty made for a striking combo, one highlighting and enhancing the other in perfect harmony. And then in a blink, the wonderful balance was broken, lost to time as a series of overworked systems reached their limits and could not continue any longer, instead they sought to return to a level of rest and recovery; her final wail signaling an end of her current experience, but not an end to her present ordeal.

Feeling completely spent, the woman's head dropped back to rest on the cool, metallic table's surface; her heart-shaped, pale pink lips stayed apart while a small streak of tears streamed from her still clenched, closed eyelids. A slightly smaller, but still detectable trace of wetness also trickled from her aching vagina as taxed, twitching muscles spasmed sympathetically in a reflexive vain attempt to close the enlarged opening still present between her equally exhausted pussy lips. The stubborn gaping of her vaginal walls seemed to reflect her still present state of arousal, her state of unfulfillment, her twisted yearning for more.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," the words escaped her dry lips, part proclamation, part conflicted plea as she licked them wantonly in a display of complete surrender.

"Excellent, that was a very illuminating trial run. Well done, Becca," a richly, cultured voice broke Becca's brief reverie, followed by some rapid, deliberate, scratching sounds as pen was put to paper.

"The new experimental neuromuscular and sexual nerve stimulators worked far better than I could have hoped. I guess I can chalk some of that up to having such a young, healthy responsive specimen to work with," he added with a knowing laugh.

"In addition, the improved sensors and probes worked brilliantly together collecting a rather robust set of data," the deep, disembodied voice continued while the subtle clicks of a mousepad could also be heard. "I just need to gather some additional information from your biological responses along with some supporting visual evidence, fill out some demo info, and then we can take a break, okay?"

Realizing that he was actually waiting for her affirmation, Becca took a moment to take a breath, attempting to clear her muddled thoughts and emotions before answering.

"Oh-oh-kay," Becca managed to stammer hoarsely, a noticeable lack of conviction in her voice, eyes still shut tightly.

She heard a clattering of wheels before she sensed his presence looming over her. Powerful, latex clad hands gently pried open her eyelids one at a time, revealing each time a plain, dark homely face with unruly white hair tightly packed in an unflattering up-do. A pair of technologically advanced goggles with clear lenses covered a pair of equally dark, inquisitive eyes as they looked down on her prone, restrained form.

"Please focus on me Becca," the man commanded in a firm tone.

As she complied, a low persistent hum emitted from the device accompanied by a slight glimmer crossing across the lenses illuminating a series of incandescent numbers before disappearing.

"That's a good girl, thank you."

She felt an unwelcome, unfamiliar sense of contentment upon earning this faint praise. She usually wasn't one to seek approval, especially from the males in her life. Yet, nothing about her current situation was usual for her, she reasoned to herself.

The rest of the examination proceeded relatively quickly. Eyes and hands travelled down her body, paying particular attention to her breasts, vagina, and anal cavity. Those large, powerful hands teased her nipples, cupped her breasts, and probed both of her openings. Further intrusions by unseen objects seemed intended to take additional measurements of her vaginal and anal status. Becca was prompted to follow a series of humiliating commands to clench her muscles around both sensitive regions and earned hums of approval in the process while stirring her flickering arousal, resulting in a few involuntary groans of pleasure as an unwelcome result.

"Almost done, just need to collect and sample your vaginal secretions before taking your temperature rectally," her clinical tormentor announced after removing the devices from her cavities, causing a feeling of both relief and excitement.

"Oh, oh-kay," Becca repeated, clearly only focusing on earning her freedom and a well-earned reprieve from his clinical foundlings that still had managed to generate an unwelcome response from within her.

The process of collecting her secretions was no less demeaning as several Q-Tip swabs were used to collect specimens from her clitoris and both sides of her vaginal walls. Once finished, the middle-aged man unsheathed his left hand and slipped one gnarled finger inside her vagina while simultaneously slipping a lubricated thermometer in her anal passage. Becca felt her muscles clench involuntarily at the dual intrusion, the pleasing double intrusion still new to her. After wiggling said finger around, he withdrew it and flicked a tongue out to sample the liquid coating it after pausing to take a deep inhale first.

"Hmmm, that is quite a pleasant aroma and taste, young lady," he remarked. "Yes, you could bottle that and earn yourself a pretty penny," he remarked off-handedly as he wrote down some additional comments. Becca couldn't help but blush at the words.

"Sorry, bad joke, just hang tight and let me get those last few pieces of equipment removed from your body before I release you. Again, I appreciate your infinite patience and understanding, tolerating an old fart like me."

Becca soon found herself rewarded with her freedom and given a luxurious, comfortable robe to cover her nude form. She groaned as she stretched her body to work out some kinks from her body and slowly made her way off the table as she covered herself.

A dark hand helped steady her and guided her to an unoccupied chair.

"Good, now that we got that out of the way, let's get some basic demographic information gathered before we break for our much-deserved meal."

"Okay," Becca repeated again as she seemed incapable of utilizing any other words, despite the apparent intelligence hiding behind her emerald orbs.

"Okay, Great." her interviewer stated while clapping his hands together with relish. He clicked the side of goggles, reactivating the audio and visual recording devices located within.

"This is Dr. Damian Robinson, the time is 2003 on Friday February 14th, 2025. We are currently situated in my downstairs basement in Eugene, Oregon after successfully completing our first experimental procedure with an individual who will be identified henceforth as subject 113357. I will be collating the following personal information for classification purposes only and it will be later recorded and encrypted in a private secured database for authorized eyes only.

Right, let's get started.

Please state your full name."

"Rebecca Leigh Johannsen."

"Age?"

"27 years old."

"Race? Ethnicity?"

"Caucasian, Dutch, Irish."

"Height, weight, measurements, cup size?"

"5 '7, 135 lbs, 34-26-32, B, sometimes C-cup, depending on what brand I wear."

"Occupation? Education level?"

"I'm currently assigned as a junior investigator in the FBI's National Sexual Crimes Task Force. Attended college at Duke University, graduated with honors as a double major in Criminal Psychology and Human Sexuality with a focus on Abnormal/deviant tendencies."

"A girl after my own perverse heart," Dr. Robinson chuckled drily.

"Quite an ambitious and accomplished career path, I must say. Must not leave much room for dating or a social life, a damn shame for someone as beautiful looking as yourself."

Becca couldn't help but find herself blushing at the rapid-fire number of compliments the older gentleman was aiming her way. She had always had difficulty accepting praise, fighting with a rather strong case of imposter syndrome growing up with a pair of older, more decorated siblings.

"(Cough!) Right, let's get back on track, Dr. Robinson said as he picked up on her embarrassment. Number of previous sexual partners? Current relationship status?"

"Four-no-five past sexual partners, Becca corrected quickly.

She always initially forgot to include that brief, regrettable fling with a past female senior partner: an older distinguished individual who had taken advantage of her blinding hero worship. God, she had been so naive and gullible back then, she thought to herself. Still, the experience had not been an entirely horrible experience, an interesting real-world application of her academic studies, Becca mused fondly as she recalled their frantic couplings. Suddenly, she realized that she had let her mind wander into dangerous territory as she felt her body heat up again and struggled to get her thoughts back on track.

"My current relationship status? I'm-I'm-I'm..." Becca faltered as she hesitated, uncertainty and regretful anguish marrying her lovely features. What was her current relationship status? That was a loaded, complicated question that she found herself having difficulty coming up with an appropriate answer for at the moment, tears threatening to form again, this time for entirely different reasons.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay. Let's stop and take a break here," Dr. Robinson said soothingly as he shut off the recordings immediately upon detecting her distress and comforted her. He embraced her in a hug while gently stroking her hair like a parent soothing a troubled child.

"Tell you what, I've got a succulent pot roast upstairs with a decent Italian red to pair it with. I think it would be a good idea for the both of us to get some good food, good wine, and just take our minds off things for a while. Yes, I think that's what we'll do," he concluded to himself.

Decision made, Dr. Robinson pulled Becca's unresisting form from her chair and gently guided her up the stairs. On autopilot, Becca followed Damian mindlessly and soon found herself exiting the door upstairs, Damian's hand gently cupping her well-formed ass directly from behind as they went up.

As the door shut after the pair, Becca's phone, laying atop her folded clothes (FBI issued) along with her shoulder harness and firearm, began ringing.

"You are the best thing... You are the best thing... You are the best thing... to ever happen to me..."

continued to play while a familiar smart-mouth red-suited figure appeared on screen making a heart emoji gesture with his hands while an intimately memorized number flashed below it.

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Chapter II: Revealing Truths...

14th of February 2025

2016 PST

Ground floor, dining room of the private residence belonging to Dr. Damian F. Robinson, PHD located in an exclusive suburban gated community located 10 miles outside University of Oregon campus.

Surprisingly, Becca found the pot roast provided by Dr. Robinson to be quite delicious. She had assumed, based on his slightly disheveled and frazzled appearance, that he would be far too busy with his valuable research to spend time learning mundane tasks such as basic food preparation. A man heavily reliant on food delivery services would have been her educated guess on how he maintained his husky build.

But, Instead of having a bag of pre-packaged cartons scattered across his dining table, Dr. Robinson had stunned Becca by presenting her with a simple, satisfying home-cooked meal with plenty of appetizing sides: mashed potatoes, vegetables, and spicy, doughy biscuits that rendered her fully sated for the second time that night as a direct result of his hard, diligent efforts.

Perhaps, as a result of such a pleasant, unexpected outcome, Becca found herself acting out of character in pursuit of obtaining the rare "hat trick" or trifecta of pleasure by indulging in more than her normal single glass of wine. Dr. Robinson certainly did nothing to dissuade Becca from fully enjoying herself, keeping her glass full throughout their shared dining experience.

It did come as no surprise, however, that as a lightweight, Becca soon found herself quite drunk, her mind soon in a state of uncaring bliss. Gently, her lithe, toned, athletic body was guided by Dr. Robinson to his living room after finishing their meal. Once there, she practically melted into the vibrant green, comfy couch he placed her in.

"Are you feeling better now, Becca?"

"Mmhmm, yes thank you. That was a wonderful meal, Dr. Robinson. It's been a long time since I've enjoyed myself this much," purred Becca, her eyes closed without any concerns. "Please pass my compliments to the chef."

While she finished expressing her gratitude, Becca's body slightly shifted, the edge of her white, cotton bathrobe getting stuck and sliding up one of her long, shapely legs, revealing an immodest amount of smooth, unblemished, ivory skin. Unaware of her increasing state of undress, Becca continued to sip her wine, unperturbed, the picture of pure contentment.

Damian, enjoying the sight as much as any red-blooded male, chuckled softly and after taking a seat nearby said, "Good, I'm glad you enjoyed it and I am pleased I could give you such pleasure. You indeed look like your temperament is much improved. Do you mind if we take a moment to finish gathering the necessary background information?"

Feeling no pain up this point, Becca nodded her assent. "Carry on, my good sir," she replied, waving the wine in her hand in his general direction as if making a toast. As she did so, the motion caused the material from her bathrobe to slip, revealing a crinkly rose-pink tip along with its accompanying mound of succulent medium-sized flesh.

Clapping his hands again in barely contained excitement, Damian rubbed them together briskly. Matters were developing better than he could have possibly hoped. Now, It would now just be a case of manipulating factors around the situation deftly enough to reach his sought after outcome.

"Excellent. Then let's continue where we left off, shall we."

Centering and zooming in his viewpoint to properly capture Becca's lovely unconscious display of exhibitionism, he activated the advanced audio and video recording features of his set of experimental prototype goggles.

"Right. This is Dr. Damian F. Robinson, assistant chair of Human Sexuality Experimental studies at the University of Oregon, I am resuming the collection of demographic and sexual background information of subject 113357 at 2107 on this Friday the 14th, February 2025 in the living room of my private residence.

Taking a deep breath before continuing, Dr. Robinson scanned over his list of questions.

"Okay. Let's go back and get some clarifying information. Subject 113357, you previously stated you had five previous sexual partners, correct?"

"Yes, that is correct Dr. D," Becca replied in a light, breezy manner that reflected she had not a care in the world at the moment. For added emphasis, she kicked one of her feet up in the air and it nearly completely cleared her not insubstantial 5 '7 frame, her combination of blonde-red hair whipping wildly.

Damian groaned silently as he caught a brief tantalizing glimpse of her neatly shaved mons pubis and vagina as she did so. Have to press my advantage and take advantage of the situation, he mused silently.

"Hrr-mum. Very good thank you. Now, first required piece of information: My research presumes that they were all older than you, yes? Would our advanced predictive model also be correct in assuming that all of your past sexual partners were straight, heterosexual males?"

"Yes, all of my partners were older than me. I'm not interested in robbing the cradle, that's not one of my kinks," giggled Becca melodically. "No judgement, but I prefer a more experienced hand to suit my needs."

"But your advanced models would be incorrect in the other regard. One of my partners was female," Becca replied with a smirk, relishing the look of visible shock registering on Dr. Robinson's normally stoic face.

"Hur-hmm... that's an Interesting answer that shows the limits still present in my research. We'll table that new data for now and pursue a related query. What would you say is your sexual orientation 113357?"

"Well, I would consider myself mainly heterosexual with um, slightly bisexual tendencies that I don't directly pursue or actively engage in. I know that my answer may not fit the current accepted sexual orientation guidelines but it is how I think best sums up my sexual preferences."

"Your answer is more than acceptable to me 113357. While accuracy is important to strive for, I believe that truth and honesty can provide more meaningful answers that fit the data I seek."

Now, let's focus back on your male sexual partners. List their ages, races, and ethnicities along with their occupations and educational levels. Please feel free to add other noteworthy information you feel is relevant as I know you are likely familiar with the type of data I am looking to collect."

"Okay, let me think for a second," Becca gathered herself up as straightened her posture, putting both feet on the ground and leaning her upper body toward the camera. She also put the now empty wine glass down on a nearby coffee table. This regretfully re-covered the portions of her previously exposed flesh but more than made up for it by providing a new generous view down between the slopes of her breasts, both of their pert, supple white mounds visible along with their dusky pink tips as she leaned in.

God, the bitch has got to know what she's doing, thought Damian, groaning inwardly. She probably gets off on teasing all the men she works with. Yeah, she probably dresses in all sorts of skimpy, but professional outfits, flashing that sexy body around the office all day long.

She's probably caught the eye of a few women too; she admitted that she enjoyed a bit of sapphic attention herself, finished Damian with his inner thoughts. Definitely have to hear more about that particular juicy revelation later. Mentally willing his hardening penis to soften, he re-focused on Becca's face as she answered.

"They were in chronological order: a 20 year-old African-American British college junior on an academic scholarship, next was a 55 yo half Asian American Korean, half Caucasian Canadian professor with a PHD in Criminal Behavior and true crime author, then a 29 yo self-educated Latino Brazilian venture capitalist with a few years of college learning but no accredited degree, and finally a 33 yo non-profit director of an community outreach program with a bachelor's in Business Administration," Becca rattled off the list off impressively despite her still inebriated state. "None of them showed anything but heterosexual sexual tendencies during our time together."

"Quite the diverse choice of partners. Thank you for that thorough recollection. And also for that salient piece of additional information as well."

"On the topic of sexual orientation, let's circle back to your remaining partner: an older female I believe. Please give us the relevant information regarding her."

"Oh, okay. She was a 37yo accomplished senior FBI agent with a master's degree in criminal psychology and an assistant task force leader of the FBI National Sexual Crimes Task Force that I was assigned to," Becca stated with only the smallest trance of embarrassment as she confessed to having a sexual dalliance with an older coworker. She also slumped backwards a little bit into the couch, retreating and finding comfort in its soft cushions.

"No need to feel guilty 113357, there's nothing wrong with exploring sexual opportunities that some consider verboten. Take comfort in knowing that your truthful responses are a great aid to my research and will not be linked back to you in any manner," comforted Dr. Robinson, not letting Becca dwell on such unproductive feelings.

"Yes, that was quite informative. Now that we have the complete data on your previous sex partners, let's get some information about your own sexual experiences."

"What will that necessarily entail," questioned Becca as she tried to follow on the new shift in questioning while a part of her mind was still focused on her past with Lisbeth, the senior agent who had swept her off her feet and introduced her to some mind-blowing sexual encounters.

"Apologies, let me explain. We'd like you to list the various types of sexual activities that you are familiar with. For example, I think it's safe to assume that you've at least experienced penetrative vaginal sex with a penis correct?"

Becca slowly nodded her assent.

"Right, let the records show that subject 113357 has given an affirmative response. How about vaginal penetration with sex toys, fingers, fists, and/or miscellaneous objects?

Becca nodded again.

"113357 respond with at least a verbal vocalization from now on and if it is in the affirmative, verbally recite exactly which of these options were implemented," Damian showed the first hints of impatience and displeasure with Becca at her repeated non-verbal responses in his own.

"S-s-sorry doctor," stammered Becca as responded to the mild rebuke like she had been slapped in the face. She brought herself out from the depths of the couch and stood straight on the edge of its seat cushion.

"Yes, I have had penetrative sex with penises, fingers, my own and my partners', through fisting, sex toys of various types, and other uncategorized objects, including bananas, carrots, cucumbers, and in one case, an inflatable balloon that could be adjusted in size and volume."

Blushing in an especially fetching manner, Becca looked down as she recounted the various methods that she had experienced vaginal penetration in her young life. While she had lost her virginity at the relatively late age of 19 years old, Becca had, like in her other pursuits, applied her sharp, naturally curious mind in exploring the different aspects of sex after her first exposure with Mason, her first boyfriend and sexual partner. God, she truly had to thank him for making her first experience a pleasant one, she thought. From then on, like discovering a new favorite culinary dish, Becca's appetite had only been whetted in searching for more options to satisfy her burgeoning hunger.

"Good. Have you engaged in self-stimulation as well? What about oral sexual stimulation, both giving and receiving? With regards to fisting, what roles did you participate in?"

"Yes, I am intimately familiar with engaging in self-stimulation, with just my hands and sexual toys. I've enjoyed both giving and receiving oral sex. I have not attempted to fist anyone and have only been on the receiving end on one occasion. It was not a very pleasurable experience that I chose not to revisit it afterwards," she confessed as she gamely returned to look at the face of her inquisitor.

"Did you make that fisting attempt yourself or with the aid of a partner?"

"It was my partner's idea and she's the one who initiated the attempt, with lubricative aids."

With the mentioning of her disastrous attempt with Lisbeth, Becca couldn't help but flash back to her time with the proud, accomplished older agent. She could still vividly recall how her tight, powerful athletic form felt as she had held Becca's young, inexperienced body down while wickedly bringing her to multiple orgasms in the backseat of their cramped FBI-issued POS sedan on so many long night shifts.

There had also been her indoctrination into mild BDSM and pain play by the older, more experienced woman. Lisbeth had particularly been fond of using clamps along with harshly scored paddles to inflict pain and redden Becca's lucious heart-shaped ass on more than one occasion. God, the mere thought was more than enough to make her nipples harden. More distressingly, Becca could also feel some new moisture forming due to her increasingly agitated condition.

"Thank you. Now how about penetrative anal sex and please address it with the same stipulations."

"Again, never attempted to perform any anal penetration on any of my partners. I only experienced it myself as in the form of penile penetration, again with the assistance of artificial lubrication. No other penetrative methods were experienced or employed aside from the use of anal beads as training implements on myself."

Becca started to blush more and more as she answered the increasingly embarrassing series of graphic sex questions. While she clinically understood the need to obtain the answers to such questions, she couldn't help how her body reacted while answering them. Another reason for her feeling distressed was due to the fact that her blood was also starting to flow more rapidly to other areas of her body as well. She shifted her body in slight alarm, hoping that she would not start staining the doctor's good couch with her leaking fluids.

Sensing her discomfort, Dr. Robinson paused again. He knew he was at a delicate point in both his data collection and fostering the right conditions on the comely young FBI agent. Deciding that fortune indeed favors the bold, he decided to press his luck and move on.

"Very forthcoming and appreciate your honest answers 113357. I know that answering these types of questions can be very exhausting. Let's just go through a few more sets and then we can take another break, okay?"

Becca started nodding before remembering his earlier admonition of vocalizing her responses.

"Yes, doctor, that sounds fine," she answered gratefully.

"Okay, let's skip a few of the non-pertinent ones at this time. A-ha, yes, here we go. Among your previously stated partners, did you have a sustained romantic relationship with all of them or were a few of them strictly physical and transient in nature? Or in more laymen terms, could any of them be classified as 'one night stand' encounters and/or a 'friends with benefits'/FWB sort?"

Taking a moment to fully process the series of questions, Becca was silent for a few seconds as she thoughtfully contemplated her past partners, tilting her head off to the side before answering.

"None of them were 'one night stands' as that's not the type of sexual encounter I have been interested in engaging in. All of them involved a romantic component to varying degrees that manifested in sustained relationships that lasted an assortment of periods, but I would honestly say two of them could be classified as 'friends with benefits' type arrangements. One was with the Brazilian businessman as his lifestyle did not allow for a committed relationship. The other would involve my female partner," Becca recalled.

"Nicely summarized, thank you. Now for the last set of data points before we take a break.

Damian took another pause. This was a critical juncture that could make or break the progress he had achieved so far. Taking his time to try to find his best approach, he continued.

Outside of your 'FWB' partners, were your other sexual relationships strictly monogamous in nature or could any of them be classified as possessing an open type of ethical non-monogamy understanding? Would anything that could be construed as cheating behavior occur, either by you or your partners?

Damian saw Becca freeze for a second time that night and judging by her body language, he knew it would not be as easy to handle. She sat stock still for a good ten seconds, unmoving. Suddenly, blinking her emerald eyes rapidly several times as if she was waking from a dream, she looked around in a slightly dazed and confused fashion.

"I'm-I'm sorry doctor, I think we need to stop things here as I need to be getting home," Becca said in a rushed manner, afraid she would lose her nerve if she let herself stop for one second.

"I'm really sorry to do this just as we're wrapping up, but you've reminded me that there is something more important that I need to take care of at this moment. I do hope I've given you enough general information that you can continue your studies without my further participation..." she offered apologetically in the same rushed manner.

Shit, I've spooked her, Damian cursed inwardly. Trying to salvage the situation, Damian paused his recordings, lifted up his goggles and went into damage control mode in an attempt to salvage things before they spiraled out of his control.

"Becca, I understand facing these lines of questioning can cause some strong emotional responses, but as a fellow student in my line of expertise, surely you can assert some of your academic objectivity and professional training to distance yourself from your reactions to help me at least finish matters properly," he pleaded as he watched her get up and make for the downstairs entrance.

"I'm sorry doctor, I've made up my mind and think it would be better if I depart right this minute," Becca asserted herself confidently for the first time in their interactions that night as her right hand rested on the knob of the door leading to the downstairs basement.

"Alright, Alright, you win... If you want to leave, I can see there is nothing I can say to convince you to change your mind," Dr. Robinson conceded.

"Do me a favor and go take a moment to refresh yourself in the guest bathroom while I go and gather your clothing and other effects," he requested. "Don't worry, I won't try to hold you hostage with your own weapon," he reassured her as he saw her start to open her mouth in protest. "I think I've earned a modicum of trust through our interactions today, don't you think?"

The young FBI agent considered his argument and found no flaw in it. He had been nothing but gracious and accommodating during their time together. No red flags had been detected by her experienced instincts during their time together. Besides, she reasoned, if he had wanted to keep her here against her will, he could have done so by keeping her restrained during the earlier portion of their evening together.

"Besides, do I look like the kind of guy that that would pose a problem to a young, extremely fit, and highly trained field agent such as yourself," joked Dr. Robinson disarmingly as he posed in a self-mocking fashion to expose all the flaws and deficiencies inherent in his slightly overweight, dumpy frame.

Taking a moment to consider his request, Becca also took the time to look over Dr. Robinson with a professionally trained eye.

Less than average looking 51 year old African American male, approximately 5 '9, 200 pounds, with a bit of an under-developed build befitting scholarly pursuits and an academic profession, she noted critically. Predominantly white hair bunched up in an unappealing "mushroom top" hairdo secured by what was most likely a large, dirty rubber band. Topped off with a pair of "mad scientist" style goggles resting on the top of his head, the rest of him attired in a large black, bulky sweater with a large stylized green "O" in the center and matching casual black slacks with comfortable orthopedic grey sneakers completing his unassuming look.

Reassured with her findings, Becca found herself slowly agreeing and after releasing the doorknob and headed toward the indicated nearby bathroom.

"Oh, please make sure you also retrieve my phone as well," added Becca as she turned back to see Dr. Robinson starting to descend the stairs.

"Your wish is my command, my lovely lady," came the response as he disappeared out of sight.

Smiling, despite her conflicted feelings, Becca opened the bathroom door, flicked on the light switch, and entered, closing the door behind her.

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Chapter III: Compromising Choices...

14th February 2025

2139 PST

Private Guest Bathroom

Residence of Dr. Damian F. Robinson

Eugene, OR

Rebecca reached over to turn off the faucet and then retrieved the guest towel hanging nearby. She gently patted her face dry, removing the moisture that still clung to it after she had dabbed herself with some water to revive herself.

Finishing, she looked up to gaze at her reflection. Aside from appearing slightly haggard, her "twin" did not look too bad. The contours of her ivory skinned face filled the mirror: a fine button nose, full pouty pink-tinged lips, and a sharp jawline featured prominently. Raising a hand to push a stray lock of her blonde and red hair over one ear, bright green eyes tracked the act with a cautious wariness.

"How do you always find yourself in situations like this Becca," she stated rhetorically while eying her doppelganger. "27 year old FBI agent with several years experience in the field and a head full of academic know-how. Yet, here you are, naked save for a bathrobe and unarmed to boot. Could there be any more demeaning set of circumstances for an agent like her to be found in?

"Wonder what Lisbeth and the others would say if they could see me now," she said with a humorless chuckle.

(Knock, knock) "Becca? I'm back with your clothes and equipment. Oh, and I also remembered your mobile phone," came Dr. Robinson's voice through the bathroom door.

Opening the door, Becca found Dr. Robinson holding her clothes folded over one arm while her shoulder harness with holstered firearm dangled over the other; her phone nestled in his meaty hand as he was looking down at it.

"Thank you, doctor. Give me a minute to get dressed and I'll be on my way," she said, reaching for her clothing. "Just out of curiosity, Is there a reason you are wearing your goggles again?"

Dr. Robinson looked up, goggles flickering briefly across his darkened facial features as he flushed slightly from her comment, one arm held out holding her clothes to her while the other with her phone stayed close to him.

"Oh, no real reason. No real reason at all," Dr. Robinson said a bit too quickly to her innocuous question.

As she extended a hand to collect her personal effects, Becca gave him a rather appraising look and held it, a skeptical eyebrow raised in challenge for a moment longer than was comfortable

"Alright! Alright! I guess there's nothing that gets by your critically honed FBI senses," Dr. Robinson said in mock surrender.

"The actual truth is that, despite their snug appearance, I generally find it more comfortable wearing them. They give me a sense of security and reassurance. Psychologically speaking, you could say they serve as a form of a treasured security blanket," Dr. Robinson confessed with a half-smile.

"Oh, I see. I guess that makes a type of sense. I would say I feel the same way about my uniform," Becca said in solidarity. "Thanks again and I'll be out in a minute," she added as she closed the door.

"No rush, my dear. In fact, I hope you take your time and possibly re-consider your decision to leave," Dr. Robinson replied. "I was hoping to entice you by saying that we could skip the rest of the questionnaire for now and return down to my lab to conduct some hands-on data collection," he stated with an exaggerated effort for humorous effect.

"Well, that does sound appealing but I don't think I have the time to spare at the moment," Becca stated in a friendly, faux flirty manner as she unlocked her phone and checked for any texts or calls she might have missed, working to put on her clothes at the same time.

Nothing. No texts, no calls, no messages. Nothing from Brian or from the home office. Becca's pretty face fell at registering the lack of notifications on her screen. The lack of a response from the FBI was understandable as she knew they were short-staffed at the moment and busy with more pressing affairs.. But, she had expected a call from Brian or at the very least, a text, especially after the way they had left things when they had last seen each other. His sudden stubbornness and inflexibility... the angry words they had exchanged... the inscrutable look on his face as she left...

"You know what, screw this and screw him," Becca hissed viciously, ceasing her hurried attempts at getting dressed and putting her phone away abruptly in one of her jacket pockets.

"Uh, Dr. Robinson, I've actually changed my mind. Turns out, it does look like I have some time to participate in some more of your data collection efforts. If you still are of the mind, that is."

"R-r-really? Th-that's excellent news indeed. Yes, I'll head now to prepare the equipment and make the other necessary arrangements right this minute! Feel free to join me when you're ready, okay?"

Becca smiled to herself at hearing the obvious excitement in Dr. Robinson's voice. "Sure, doctor, that sounds fine. I'll be down shortly."

Re-folding her clothes and giving herself one last look in the mirror, Becca gave herself an encouraging smile as she finished refreshing her appearance as best she could.

Content with what she saw, Becca prepared herself to leave, but paused as an uncharacteristic thought entered her mind.

"Oh, no, you shouldn't," she mused with a growing smirk on her face.

"Why not? What's the harm? It's not like you haven't done anything like this before,," another voice countered. "And you definitely are more than likely to find yourself doing a lot worse downstairs... Besides, deep down you know you're thrilled at least the prospect of the idea... "

Surrendering to the dark whispers, Becca loosened the sash tying her bathrobe closed, and as if under someone else's influence, grasped the ends of the soft, cotton material and spread them apart.

A vision of loveliness appeared before her. Twin mounds of pale, ivory flesh that were more than a healthy handful in a large man's hands. Atop them lay pink half-dollar sized areolas that ended in pencil-eraser shaped rosy nipples. Completing the Venus-like image of the stunning Rebecca Johannsen's form was a taunt, athletic mid-section with well-defined abdominal muscles.

"Forgive me Father, for I am about to sin," she declared, giving a saucy wink to the woman in front of her before turning off the light as she exited; while covering herself back up in the process.

(to be continued...)

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Author's closing notes: Thank you for taking the time to read this long-winded, mostly sexless entry of CI: Part I. I'm sorry that I was not able to return to the downstairs action, but there was quite a bit of track I needed to lay down before that happened. Fingers crossed, the next entry will be more action- centric! I hope readers were entertained nonetheless and a new entry will be out as soon as I can manage. Also, FYI, new entries may be under different categories based on where I think they should go.

I know some people think my works should go in the garbage; I'll answer them by stealing from my fav wiseass, "Ha! Fake laugh hiding real pain!". Yeah, I guess I'm just a simple "garbage man" but I like what I do and will continue doing it as long as it gives me joy.