Chimerae: Nanny

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I wrinkled my nose. Janna's office always smelled like a cupcake, thanks to a seemingly endless supply of scented candles that she constantly had burning.

"Hey, sweetie!" my handler greeted me. I resisted the urge to say something rude in response. Janna Wilson's official title might be "Talent Relations Coordinator," but as far as I was concerned, it was "Pimp." Janna looked at the requests submitted by wealthy clients, then decided which of the chimerae employed by GeneMaxx would be suited to undergo the physical transformation needed to meet the request. I'm one of her chimerae.

To recap, a chimerae is a victim of COVID-C, a variant that caused another worldwide pandemic in the late 2030s. A brand new mRNA technology was used to treat it, and tens of thousands of patients -- including me -- had an unanticipated and horrifying reaction. Our DNA was sent into flux, causing horrifying and often fatal physical changes. A treatment was devised that saved many of our lives, but a lot of us were left in a permanent state of genetic fluidity. Most of us had a base form -- usually not the body we started in - but each time we received the treatment that kept us stable enough to avoid death, we could be transformed into whatever was required.

I'd been a tall, muscular jock before I caught the disease, but my new base form was a petite Asian girl with an enormous cock. Like most chimerae, I was also hypersexual; even when I wasn't changed into some rich son of a bitch's idea of a living sex toy, I was horny and willing most of the time. Working for GeneMaxx was really the only way I could afford the treatments, but that didn't mean I had to like being a sex worker.

"So, we do have a new assignment for you," Janna was saying. I dragged my thoughts back into the present. "Company policy means I need to give you some disclosure about some ... er, facets of the request."

She slid a tablet across her desk to me. The screen displayed details of what the client was requesting, including a rendition of what I was intended to look like physically. I groaned as I viewed the image.

"Why is it that none of the clients have any imagination?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "This body's got jugs the size of watermelons."

"Yeah, that's not all," snickered Janna. "Better read those details."

I did, and my jaw dropped. I looked at Janna in disbelief.

"What the actual fuck?" I asked. She nodded.

"So, we discussed this with the clients after we got the request. The client is in town for 5 weeks because of a project he's working on, and he wants his family with him. That includes a baby, who needs feeding, and the wife isn't doing it. They have a nanny at home who doubles as a wet nurse, but there's been some problem with her travel credentials, so they came to us."

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Afraid so," Janna smirked. "But there's more. They've hired a top-notch driver while they're here, but he had a very specific requirement to take the job, so they decided that they'll use you to hit two birds with the same stone."

"Let me guess -- I'm a bedwarmer as well as a milk factory?"

"Got it in one. There are a couple of things in those details I need to make sure you've seen before you sign on, since they're not standard. I think you're the best pick for this job, Tommi, but I'm willing to let you pass on it without it affecting your rating."

I picked the tablet back up, my delicate eyebrows lifting as I spotted the details she must be referring to.

"Okay, it's not like I haven't seen 'submissive and compliant' before, but what is all this cognitive stuff?" I asked, puzzled. For once, Janna wasn't sneering or smiling; she actually looked pretty serious.

"It means they want you to be stupid," she said angrily. "They want a milk cow who's compliant and dumb as a rock."

"Oh," I said, startled. I'd never seen a request like this in the four years I'd worked for GeneMaxx.

Janna let out a big sigh. "Look, I'm going to be honest with you; I don't like this one, not at all. I don't think we should be messing with someone's brain, beyond whatever biology and hormones do. I made that clear to the higher-ups, Tommi. That's why I'm giving you a pass on this if you want it."

I digested that for a moment. Technically, a chimera was free to refuse any assignment offered. In practice, refusing an assignment meant that your internal rating within the company (which largely centered around your willingness to take on any transformation) would tank. Janna was offering me an out with no consequence.

"Scroll all the way down," she said. "I agreed to bring it to you with the stipulation that you get extra pay for letting them lower your IQ."

I flicked down to the bottom of the details, and almost gasped. The extra pay was significant. I looked back up at Janna and exhaled heavily.

"I'll do it."

*

"Welcome, Tommi," greeted Mrs. Franklin. She was a tall lady with bright blonde hair. She looked like she played ath ... athleh ... sports? My plump lips curved into a small smile, despite how hard it was for me to generate a thought. It was like some sort of fog moved through my brain when I tried to use it.

"Thank you, ma'am," I said softly. I had a bit of an accent that matched my current body. I was below average height and chubby -- almost fat -- with dark skin and glossy black hair. Somebody had told me I was supposed to be Coh - lum - be - an (I felt proud that I had managed to spell that out in my head). Of course, the most noticeable thing about me was my enormous knockers, already sore and full as they filled with milk.

"I'll show you your quarters," Mrs. Franklin said, and gestured for me to follow. I scurried along after her, trying to keep up. Her strides were very long, and my plump little legs had to work to keep up. She motioned to a doorway, and I stepped into a very small room with a twin bed and a dresser. An open door gave me a peek into a bathroom.

"The closet's there," my employer said, pointing at another door. "Your uniforms are already hung there. Please make sure you're keeping them clean, and if you need to order more, speak with Vera. She's the housekeeper. Go ahead and get changed, and then Vera will introduce you to the baby. Later we'll have you, ah, meet Ellis."

She left the room, and I rolled my small suitcase over near the dresser. It mostly contained underwear and toiletries. I pulled open the closet and looked at the uniforms. There were two types and multiples of each. The first was a navy blue dress that buttoned all the way up the front. I puzzled that out for a minute with my foggy brain, realizing it meant I could just unbutton it to give the baby access to my milkers. The second outfit was a khaki skirt with a blue-and-white striped top that tied in front; I figured out that all I had to do was pull the tie open.

The closet was also packed with box after box of disposable nursing pads, and on a shelf sat two little machines that I couldn't figure out, not with my slow brain. I lifted one, trying to get a clue. Finally, when I saw the little cones attached to hoses that led to the main body, I got it: they were breast pumps.

It suddenly hit me that I didn't know how long it had been since Mrs. Franklin had left. Hurriedly, I stripped down, taking a glance into a full-length mirror that stood next to the closet. My face was plain, and from somewhere popped up a memory of Janna telling me they didn't want me to be pretty so Mr. Franklin wouldn't be tempted.

As my gaze drifted down, I saw that my nipples were enormous, like dark brown gumdrops surrounded by the brown pancakes of my aureola. They still looked small because of how big my engorged breasts were. My stomach pooched out just enough to show I had a belly above thick thighs. In between my legs was a curly forest of pubic hair.

I went to the dresser and began opening the drawers. The top drawer was full of nursing bras, and I changed into one; my breasts were starting to really feel the pressure of the milk accumulating in them. In another drawer, I found some plain white socks and some panties. I went back to the closet and grabbed one of the dresses and some dark blue Keds I saw on the floor. A moment later, I was buttoned up and had slid on the shoes.

I used my hands to straighten out my dark hair, then stepped out of the room. A middle-aged woman in a dark dress stood down at the other end of the hall, looking as if she had turned when she heard my door open.

"Ah, you must be Tommi," she said, walking towards me. Her voice was clipped but warm. "I'm Vera. I run the household."

She looked me up and down, and nodded.

"Make sure you're in uniform at all times between morning and evening. Come with me, and I'll show you to the nursery."

I followed her as we crossed a large living room and went to another hallway. She pointed to things as we walked.

"Do not sit on the sectional, particularly if you are feeding the baby," she instructed me. "The Franklins will entertain guests in this room, so the furniture mustn't get stained. I've worked with Mariana -- that's the wet nurse back home -- for a good while, so I know that things can get ... messy while you're engaged in your duties. Feeding and pumping need to happen in the nursery or your bedroom, although I'll allow you to pump in the kitchen after the Franklins have gone to bed at night."

"Yes, ma'am," I answered her. She gave me an appraising look.

"You're a respectful one, aren't you?" she commented. We reached the nursery before I could answer. It was large, bright, and colorful. A large crib sat in the corner, and I could hear the baby cooing. As soon as I heard it, I could feel my breasts begin to throb, and I felt a warm, damp sensation inside my bra. My dismay must have shown on my face, because Vera looked suddenly sympathetic.

"Let down?" she asked. I was confused, but she smiled and patted my arm.

"Your milk is starting to flow?" she asked, and now I understood and nodded. She led me to a chair and sat me down, instructing me to free one of my breasts. As I did, she reached into the crib and lifted the baby out, bringing him to me.

"This is little Jameson," Vera said, "but everyone calls him Jimmy."

Jimmy smiled and gurgled as she gently placed him in my arms. He almost instantly latched onto my enormous, hard nipple, and I felt his tiny lips close around it. For a moment, I felt slight discomfort, like a gentle pinching sensation. This quickly just became a strong, pleasant stretching sensation inside my breast, as Jimmy happily suckled.

"I'll leave you to it," Vera said softly. "Come find me when you're finished, in the little room off the kitchen, and we'll talk further about all your duties."

I nodded. The sensations of breastfeeding were overwhelming. They weren't overtly sexual, but more like a deep wave of calm and relaxation swept through me. The exception was that I felt a mild, damp heat begin to build in my crotch. After about 20 minutes, Jimmy let go of my breast. His little hands were unclenched and waving around, and he started to cry. I shifted him to the other breast, and he began greedily sucking the nipple, fingers softly holding the rounded sides. After another 15 minutes, his little mouth released my nipple, and he yawned sleepily.

As I lifted him to put him back in the crib, I felt his diaper was wet. I swiftly took off his dirty diaper, folded it, and placed it in a diaper pail next to the changing table. I cleaned him with a baby wipe, sprinkled a little baby powder, and put on a clean diaper. Jimmy slept contentedly when I put him back in the crib.

I went in search of Vera, wondering how I knew how to change a diaper. It was really hard to stay focused, and by the time I located Vera's little office, I had almost forgotten what I'd been thinking about. It was just too hard to keep thinking, and I needed to concentrate on doing a good job. Vera smiled when she saw me and asked me to sit in a little chair next to her desk.

"How long have you been doing lactation support, Tommi?" she asked kindly.

"Huh?" I responded. I didn't know what that meant and started to tear up. Why was I so stupid? Vera looked alarmed and handed me a tissue.

"There, there," she soothed me. "I just meant how long you've been a wet nurse?"

"Oh," I sniffled. "T-this is my first time."

"Really?" Vera looked surprised. "You've never done it before?"

"No."

"Well, you seem like quite a natural. All right. Well, let's talk about your duties, okay?"

I nodded.

"Obviously, your primary responsibility is to keep Jimmy fed. Right now, he feeds every 2 or 3 hours. Keep him fed, keep him clean, play with him. When you're not doing that, you'll also need to pump to set aside milk for the baby on your day off. Come with me."

We walked into the kitchen, and she showed me where the refrigerator was, along with a small walk-in freezer.

"You'll want to label the amount of milk and the date you pumped it, and place it in here," she informed me, and then we walked back into the kitchen. "On occasion, if you're not doing something with the baby, you may be asked to help clean, or even be drafted to help serve meals. The Franklins have brought Julian, their private chef, with them. He prepares their meals and also staff meals. He won't make us anything as fancy as he cooks for the Franklins, but if you get on his good side, he'll probably take requests."

The residence had two dining rooms, and Vera told me the smaller one was for staff. We walked back into the living area, and she indicated the staircase which led up to the second level.

"There shouldn't be any reason for you to be on the second level unless one of the Franklins has specifically asked you to go up there. I can tell you that both Mr. and Mrs. Franklin tend to spend as little time as possible around the baby, so they're more likely to visit him in the nursery - and very briefly at that."

We walked down a hallway I hadn't been in before, which led to a medium-sized room awash with light from a large skylight in the ceiling. A loveseat and several overstuffed chairs looked very comfortable; they all faced a big television.

"This is the staff media room," Vera explained. "You're free to use it outside of your working hours."

She let out a small sigh and motioned for us to sit on the loveseat. She bit her lip, looked at me, and sighed again.

"Right," she finally muttered. "Well, this is awkward. I've been asked to make sure that you are aware of your second set of, um, responsibilities."

I looked at her blankly, not sure what else I was expected to do as a wet nurse.

"I'm referring here to Ellis, the Franklin's driver," she continued, looking both frustrated and angry. "Your second set of responsibilities is to service Ellis sexually."

I felt a hot flush in my cheeks. How could I have forgotten that? Vera seemed quite flustered.

"I must tell you, Tommi, that in all of my 23 years in service as a housekeeper, I have never encountered a situation like this. It is uncharted territory for me. I have already spoken with Ellis and established certain boundaries with him."

"Yes, ma'am," I said. Inside, I felt a little flutter in my stomach, and the thought that I was going to get laid was kind of a turn on.

"Now then," Vera said, "I have made very clear to Ellis that at no time will his sexual needs -- real or perceived -- be allowed to take precedence over the needs of the baby. In addition, your, *ahem*, services to him are to take place only in his quarters or outside this residence."

She fell silent for a moment, looking as if she were trying to decide something. Finally, she leaned forward and lowered her voice.

"Tommi, I'm not judging here. You obviously chose to sign a contract to do this, so what you do with Ellis is your own affair. What I will say to you is to be very careful around him. I don't get the sense that he is a good man."

"Yes, ma'am," I said dutifully.

*

Both of the Franklins showed up at the nursery a few hours later, when I was feeding Jimmy again. He was latched on, suckling away while I hummed a tuneless little song to him. I was feeling warm and happy, in that quasi-state of arousal that seemed to come with breastfeeding. A small sound came from the door, and I looked up to see Mrs. Franklin with an incredibly handsome, tanned man in an expensive suit.

"Hello," he said to me in a deep baritone voice. "I'm Nick Franklin. You must be Tommi."

Mrs. Franklin came over and took Jimmy, stepping toward the crib. The baby's eyes lit up, and he cooed enthusiastically, his tiny little hands making grasping motions at her. Mr. Franklin held a hand out towards me, which I took shyly. He was so handsome and manly!

"Stand up and let me take a look at you," he instructed, and I took a few steps forward. He walked slowly around me, inspecting me like I was a prize racehorse. He nodded in satisfaction, then patted me softly on the head.

"You'll do very well," he assured me, and I felt a glow of satisfaction that whatever he'd seen of me had pleased him. Mrs. Franklin set the baby down in the crib and gave me a single bored look, then turned to her husband.

"We need to get ready," she said, and with a nod to me, he followed her out of the room. I could hear them as they went down the hall.

"Bit of a butter face, isn't she?" he asked, and his wife gave a short bark of laughter.

"The face was hardly what Ellis was interested in," I heard her comment, and then they were out of earshot.

*

Dinner was served in the staff dining room, and I met Sofia and Iris, the two maids the Franklins employed, as well as Julian, the chef that Vera had mentioned. He was reading some sort of hobby magazine. He'd cooked us a casserole of some sort, which I found tasteless and bland, too cloying with a heavy cream base.

"What do we think, ladies?" he asked, without looking up from the magazine. I watched Sofia, Iris, and Vera exchange glances.

"I like it; it's really good," I lied. He looked over the top of the magazine at me for a moment, then over at the other three.

"Finally, someone who appreciates my food!" he crowed before going back to the magazine. I saw Vera roll her eyes.

"Where's Ellis?" one of the maids asked, glancing my way.

"The Franklins went to dinner with the head of Mr. Franklin's project," Vera said. "Ellis is waiting with the car for when they're ready to return home."

"Sooo ..." Iris turned to me. "Is it true you're here to sleep with him, Tommi?"

"What?" I asked slowly. Iris and Sofia giggled, and Julian set his magazine down. Vera looked angry.

"I heard you're working here because Ellis demanded a fuck buddy before he'd take the job," Iris said snarkily.

"Iris!" Vera said sharply.

"I'm here to take care of the baby," I said hotly.

"Oh yes, you're just a nanny!" Iris and Sofia howled with laughter. Julian looked disgusted.

"Leave the girl alone," he shot at them. "You two are jealous that Ellis isn't delving into your panties."

"I think you're jealous that he doesn't swing your way, Julian!" Sofia retorted. He flushed hotly and shot her a nasty look, then turned and gave me a small smile.

"Ignore these two little bitches, sweetie," he admonished me. "Maybe one night I'll make you a bandeja paisa; how would that be?"

I got a now-familiar feeling that I should know what he was talking about, but I didn't. I stammered back at him.

"I-I don't know what that is."

"Whaat? Red beans, rice, ground beef and chorizo, chicarrone, with fried egg, avocado, and plantains. You sure you're Colombian, girl?"

"Oh, for heaven's sake, all of you leave her alone!" Vera burst out. "Go do whatever you're supposed to be doing after dinner."

*

As it turned out, I would meet Ellis that same night. I'd given Jimmy a final feeding, and a couple of hours later my breasts were already full and heavy with milk again. I took a pump from the closet, attached a bag, attached the cones to my nipples, and started the pump. The motor revved up, and the cones began sucking at my nipples. Milk started slowly traveling along the tubes.

I picked up my phone and called up my contacts. Allie was the first entry in my speed dial, and she picked up on the first ring.

"Tommi?" she asked, and I could hear the worry in her voice. "You okay?"

"I think so," I said. "I mean, I'm all full of milk, but I think I'm okay. They mostly have me taking care of the baby."

"Yeah? No sex stuff yet?" asked my friend.

"Not yet. Allie? How come I know how to do stuff like change a diaper?"

She gave a relieved sigh.

"Yeah, okay. You thought you might not be able to remember, because they were going to lower your IQ. They put a data splint in you, hun."

A fog swept through my head.

"What's a data splint?"

"They downloaded skills and knowledge directly into your head, basically. It feels to your head like a memory, and your muscles don't question it because it's so strong."

"Oh. Allie, it's hard to think. If I think too long, it's like I just fuzz out."

"It's okay, Tommi. It's going to be like that for a few weeks. What's that noise?"

I giggled.

"It's my milk. I have to pump it out of my big boobies when the baby isn't drinking it."

"Oh, Jesus." I heard her whisper, then she spoke much louder. "I wish you hadn't taken this assignment."

"Sorry," I said, feeling bad that Allie was mad at me now. "Um, I have to go, Allie. I'll try and call again soon."

"Wait, Tommi, I didn't mean to -- " I ended the call. I wiped a tear from my eye, then saw that the bag on the pump was pretty much full. I turned off the pump and carefully removed the bag. I padded to the kitchen, pausing outside the nursery to listen and make sure Jimmy was sleeping. Vera had shown me a drawer full of Sharpies and pens, and I took one out and carefully wrote the date on it. I went into the walk-in, shivering from the cold, and set the bag in a bin on a shelf.

I stepped out of the freezer, rubbing my hands on my arms. My nipples were like diamonds from the cold, tenting out the long t-shirt I'd put on over a pair of boy shorts.

"Well, hello there," a male voice drawled, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. A tall, rugged-looking guy stood at the counter by the microwave, holding an open bottle of beer. He wore black pants and a white, collared shirt open at the neck. I could see his chest hair through the opening, and I felt a tiny spark of arousal start to build at the sight of it.

"Hello," I said shyly, in my accented voice, and he smiled at the sound of it.

"You must be Tommi," he said, taking a drag of the beer. "I'm Ellis."

The moment he said his name, I felt that tiny spark of arousal turn into a flame. My heart sped up, and I felt moist heat bloom between my legs. My nipples got even harder, which seemed impossible. I licked my plump lips as I gazed at him.

"Why don't you come over here and let me take a look at you?" he said. I didn't move immediately, and he looked annoyed. "I said come over here. Be a good girl."

As soon as I heard the phrase 'good girl,' it was like a switch flipped inside me. I wanted to please him, and I would have done anything he asked if it meant he thought I was a good girl. I bustled across the kitchen to him, and he smiled as he looked me up and down. He reached out and held my chin in a firm grip, turning my head one way and then the other. I batted my big, dark eyes at him.

"Yeah, your face ain't much to talk about, darlin'," he said, and then his hand came out and squeezed one of my tits. The other hand grabbed at my ass. "These are just what I asked for, though."

He finished the beer and opened a drawer under the sink, sliding out a blue trash can and dropping the bottle into it. He shut the door and gave me a hungry look.

"Come on," he said, "let's go have some fun."

"Yes, sir," I said eagerly. He walked behind me, one hand touching my big, soft ass as we went down yet another hallway.

"I told them I didn't want to be anywhere near that housekeeper or those two maids," he said. "They had this room renovated to make it into my place. It used to be the library."

He stopped me at a door, and I looked up at him expectantly. I wanted to please him. He produced a key, inserted it in the lock, then opened the door with a flourish.

"Come on in, darlin'," he invited, his eyes gleaming. The lights came on as I walked in, and I gave a little surprised gasp. Ellis's room was three or four times the size of my little bedroom, with a queen bed. The furniture looked elegant and expensive, and he had his own TV sitting on top of the dresser. Ellis turned and grabbed me, kissing me roughly. He tasted of beer.

"Get undressed," he commanded, moving towards the bed. He watched me as I quickly stripped off the t-shirt and shorts, leaving me only in a pair of panties. His eyes roamed over my tits appreciatively.

"C'mere," Ellis instructed, sitting on the edge of the bed. I moved closer, and he put his hands on my shoulders, gently pushing me down to my knees in front of him. His hands fumbled at his belt, and he slid out of his pants. I could see his erection pushing against the fabric of the briefs he was wearing, and I started to salivate.

"This dick isn't going to suck itself, darlin'," he stated, and I pulled down the waistband of his underwear. His cock sprang out, long and lean like him. I leaned forward and took the head in my mouth, moaning with arousal. His taste and smell made me eager for more, and I started bobbing my head up and down. My huge tits swayed against his legs, and as the nipples rubbed against the hair on his thighs, little electric bursts of lust shot through me.

"Ahhh yeah, keep sucking that dick," Ellis grunted. His hands buried themself in my hair, and he pulled me closer into his crotch as he fucked my face. My mouth was so full of saliva and his pre-cum, it started running out of both sides, dripping down onto my chest.

"Glug glug glug!" came out of me as I deep-throated him. His hands went down and pulled harshly at my nipples, and I groaned around his shaft. He kept thrusting in and out of my mouth, his hips moving forward each time my lips reached the bottom of his cock. He leaned forward and spoke in a low voice.

"I'm going to come," he told me, "and you better swallow every damn drop."

He gave a final brutal thrust, burying my nose into the musk of his pubes, and erupted into my mouth. I swallowed the hot, molten cum eagerly as it shot down my throat. As it tapered off, he pulled out so that the tip of his dick was moving back and forth on my tongue, continuing to shoot his creamy load. I moaned contentedly as I swallowed it all. A moment later, I was startled as he dragged me to my feet and threw me onto the bed.

"We're not done, girl!" he informed me, and I smiled at him.

"Okay, Ellis, baby," I cooed, then cringed when he shot me an angry look.

"Nah, uh. When we're in this room, you call me 'sir' or 'master,' you got it?"

I nodded quickly, then cried out sharply as he gave me a stinging slap.

"What the fuck did I just tell you?" he demanded.

"Yes, sir ... master," I said meekly. Despite the slap, I was even more turned on than when I'd been sucking his cock a moment ago. He nodded at me.

"Turn over," he said, stroking his still hard dick. "Get on all fours. I'm going to do you doggy style. I got on my hands and knees quickly, my immense breasts hanging down and touching the bedcover beneath. He practically ripped my panties off. I was already so wet that I could feel my own juices trickling down my thighs. The more Ellis degraded me, the more I wanted him to fuck me.

I let out a soft cry as the head of his dick rubbed along my slit. A moment later, he pushed into my tight pussy, and I started letting out a moan each time he thrust into me. He quickly accelerated his pace, his hips slapping against my fat ass. My tits jiggled with each thrust, dragging my nipples against the fabric of the duvet. I could feel my little belly dancing about.

Ellis began slapping my ass as he fucked me, and I moaned at the mixture of pain and pleasure this gave me. I was covered in sweat and panting with lust.

"Sí, master," I found myself saying, my accent even thicker, "pound my cuca!"

Ellis began pulling my long, black hair, forcing my neck and upper body into a curve. He let go of my hair and leaned forward over my back. I felt a quick, soft series of orgasms as he continued to pound into me. I turned my head, and he kissed me, his tongue sliding over mine. He broke the kiss, then spit into my mouth. I licked my lips and moaned.

His hand went to the back of my neck and pushed my face down into the mattress, leaving my ass up in the air as he continued to thrust into me. His breath got quicker as both his hands circled my throat, cutting off my air. I began gasping as his mouth came next to my ear.

"I'm going to fill this fat pussy with cum!" he promised me. He continued to fuck me for another minute, each thrust getting more savage and brutal. Spots formed in front of my eyes as he kept choking me. With a final rough thrust, I felt him release, thick, ropey strings of cum coating the inside of my pussy. My orgasm hit like a hurricane slamming into the coast of Florida. I screamed and spasmed, my pussy clamping on Ellis's cock like a vice as I twitched.

"Damn, darlin'," he said, withdrawing. "That was pretty fine."

"Thank you, sir," I whispered, still riding out the aftershocks. He gave me a moment to catch my breath, then slapped me hard on the ass.

"Get dressed," he said, leaning back with his arms behind his head. "Come back tomorrow night. Don't wear any underwear next time."

"Yes, sir," I said obediently. A few moments later, I was in the hallway with the door to Ellis's bedroom closing in my face. I quietly stepped my way back to my tiny little room. I could feel his cum dripping into my panties, and I knew I should be angry at how he had treated me, but I was just so happy that I had pleased him.

Back in my room, I cleaned up in the bathroom and put on clean clothes. Away from Ellis, the obedient glow faded, and I felt more like myself, aside from the ever-present brain fog. I crawled into my bed, wrapping my arms around myself. It was going to be a long assignment, I thought, as I drifted off to sleep.