Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Manoosh the Man (Chuck)

A/N: This commissioned one-shot was originally written July of 2019. Posting it here for readers to enjoy.

Summary: In this AU of Chuck, neither Sarah Walker nor Chuck Bartowski are ready for Manoosh Depak. By the end of the night, he's made Sarah his... by the end of the month, she's happy to admit it too.

Themes: Dom/Sub, Mind Break, Breeding, NTR

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The moment that he'd seen her walk in via the mirror behind the bar, Manoosh Depak had clocked her as trouble. And not the sexy kind, though she was that as well. He wasn't surprised though, up until now, Chuck had absolutely been floundering on getting him to talk about his project. It made sense that they would send in a ringer like Sarah Walker to do what the man couldn't.

Yes, that was right. Unbeknownst to both Chuck and Sarah, Manoosh wasn't nearly as hopeless as he acted. Not only was he 'in the know' in a big way, with intel they could only wish they had, he'd come here tonight for one reason and one reason only… to bring a woman home with him. Now, originally, he'd thought he was going to have to ghost Chuck in order to do so. But after seeing Sarah in her 'frak off' crop top, her biker jacket, and her skinny jeans, all of it coming together to show off a tight midriff and accentuate her delectable assets, Manoosh knew exactly who he was bringing home with him. He was just setting his sights a little higher than usual.

As Sarah began to flirt with him and Chuck tried to play his wingman, Manoosh… spiked Sarah's drink. It wasn't particularly difficult. He was a bumbling buffoon after all, it wasn't like they had anything to worry about from him, right? Of course, before Manoosh could take Sarah home, he had to make sure of a few things first and foremost. Most importantly, he clocked a complete lack of an earbud in Sarah's ear. Which meant Chuck and Sarah were handling this entire operation alone.

Not that he could have known the specifics, but Manoosh was actually right. Originally, John Casey was supposed to be backing them up on this mission, but the man had come down with a stomach bug mere hours before they were go to start, which had left them moving forward without him. So yes, it was just Sarah and Chuck in the bar with Manoosh as he spiked Sarah's drink and got to watch the drug he'd made go to work.

It's not a roofie, or anything like that. Date Rape drugs are so… infantile, in Manoosh's opinion. He prefers his women conscious and horny as all fuck. Which was why the drug he'd made was more of an aphrodisiac than something that knocked a bitch out. He could already see its effects on Sarah too. Oh sure, she was already acting like she wanted some, trying to seduce him in order to properly get information on his work out of him, but that was so obviously fake that Manoosh wasn't even turned on by it… until slowly but surely, it wasn't.

Her fake little lip bites become real little lip bites. She leans forward completely unconsciously, and her nipples are very visibly tenting the 'frak off' crop top that she's wearing the more they talk. On top of that, her face is getting a bit flushed, and Sarah herself is starting to get flustered as true, honest arousal fills her eyes.

The blonde looks like a horny bitch in heat in no time at all, just like Manoosh was expecting. Chuck, meanwhile, is starting to crack as well, seemingly getting upset over Sarah's continued flirtatious nature. He knew who they both really were, but did this mean they were dating or something? Or was Chuck just secretly in love with the blonde?

It didn't matter. Chuck wasn't really Manoosh's friend, and Manoosh wasn't Chuck's. Fuck that white nerd, Manoosh was gonna get his, one way or the other. And judging by the way Sarah was swaying a little bit and leaning all the closer to him, like she wanted to kiss him, he'd say that this was going… perfectly.

Of course, that was when the Ring had to ruin everything. Manoosh was the first to notice them in the same way he noticed Sarah's entrance, via the mirror behind the bar. But it didn't take Chuck and Sarah long to clock them either, and then it was a mad dash to try and get him out of there. But of course, even as Sarah kissed him deeply, Manoosh wasn't inclined to play along.

Luckily for him, another aspect of Casey's absence meant that Sarah didn't have a knockout dart prepared for the evening. All she had was a knockout capsule, which she went ahead and tried to drop straight into Manoosh's drink, clearly intending to have him drink it at the end of their kiss. But Manoosh is paying attention… and Chuck is not. Distracted by the Ring Agents closing in as they both are, neither Chuck nor Sarah see it when Manoosh swaps his glass for Chuck's and has Sarah unknowingly dose her partner's drink instead of his own.

As they pull out of the surprisingly long, tongue-filled kiss, Sarah looks wide-eyed and flustered as all hell, while Manoosh adopts a similar look, though inwardly he's grinning like the cat that caught the canary. And what a pretty blonde bird Sarah Walker is. Still, eventually she remembers what she's supposed to be doing and raises her glass to him, before tossing back her drink. Manoosh does the same, and so does Chuck, albeit very distractedly.

In an instant, Chuck is out like a light, flopping face down onto the bar. Sarah's eyes slide past Manoosh and go wide in horror and self-incrimination, as she assumes, she'd just made a stupid mistake, rather than it being direct sabotage. With Ring Agents only a few feet away from ruining his fun, Manoosh takes Sarah's chin in hand and turns her eyes back to him, grinning wickedly.

"Hey, you wanna get out of here? Let's blow this joint."

Sarah, her mind not quite working at one hundred percent at this point, only sees an opportunity to spirit Manoosh away and nods immediately.

"Y-Yes, I'd like that!"

Grabbing her by the hand, Manoosh drags his quarry out of the bar through a side door, right as the Ring Agents finally push their way through the crowd. Not finding their quarry, they manage to completely overlook the unconscious man at the bar, not realizing that they're passing up a chance at Chuck himself as they leave back the way they came.

Meanwhile, Manoosh leads Sarah to his car and drives them to his apartment. His adrenaline is undeniably pumping at this point, and he knows he's playing a dangerous game… but it's also the most fun he's ever had, and he's not planning on stopping now.

-x-X-x-

Sarah isn't sure how things went so tits up, but she finds solace in reminding herself that not everything is ruined quite yet. She still… she still has a chance to salvage this. If she could just stop kissing the mark for a moment, maybe she could get some actual information out of him. But it's hard. It's really, really hard.

The instant that they'd entered Manoosh's apartment and he'd closed and locked the door behind them, the man had been all over her. Under normal circumstances, Sarah wouldn't have stood for it. Seduction was one thing, but she was supposed to be with Chuck, she was supposed to be Chuck's girlfriend. She wasn't supposed to be getting downright hot and heavy with the mark.

Still, she'd left Chuck behind, hadn't she? For the mission… all for the mission. Sarah could only hope Chuck would be okay, as Manoosh pushes her up against the inside of the apartment door, his hands gripping her wrists and pulling them above her head as he kisses her deeply. Where had this even come from? Sarah couldn't explain it, couldn't understand it… but that didn't mean she didn't like it. Manoosh Depak was supposed to be little more than a nerd with extremely poor social skills. He was a genius, but when it came to women, he was supposed to be an idiot… just like Chuck had been, just like Chuck still was sometimes.

This wasn't anything like Chuck though. For one, Manoosh was a far better kiss than the other man had ever been. The things he was doing with his lips and tongue, the things he was doing TO her lips and tongue… Sarah was melting. That was the only way to describe it, as she writhed and squirmed in the young man's grasp, pinned to the door and held in place as he explored her tonsils with his tongue.

They makeout for what feels like an eternity. Not that Sarah realizes it, but the drug she's been dosed with requires one last ingredient to take full effect. Manoosh had designed it after the fantasy worlds he'd grown up in as a kid. He'd designed it as a sort of 'love potion'. Of course, there was no such thing as magic and no such thing as potions either. But what was alchemy if not a rudimentary form of chemistry at the end of the day?

With Manoosh's brilliance, he'd managed to make a drug that not only made the woman who imbibed it horny as well, he'd also made it so that the first person she swallowed bodily fluids from, be it their saliva or cum or sweat or whatever would in turn key the woman to that person. Basically, the more Sarah swapped spit with him as their tongues continued to intertwine and dance with one another, the more attracted and aroused she would be by HIM specifically.

It was leading to a very enthusiastic and eager makeout session from both sides. While Sarah had initially started out hesitant and confused, probably due to the fact that she was still at least half-focused on the mission rather than having sex, the tides quickly turned against her, lust rising up and overcoming any sense of responsibility that might have prevailed and saved her that day.

By the time Manoosh pulls back, disengaging from Sarah and releasing her wrists as a trail of saliva hangs between their tongues for a single moment before breaking, the blonde babe is leaning forward, trying to keep kissing him for a good few seconds before she finally realizes he's no longer there, her heavily lidded eyes fully snapping open once more to find him moving further into the apartment.

Manoosh goes to his couch in his living room and flops down onto it, smirking easily as he looks to where Sarah is standing. Sarah blinks at this, but seeing an opportunity to… ingratiate herself further, she puts on her best, naughtiest, sluttiest sultry grin and begins to make her way over to him, swaying her hips the entire way.

Of course, before she can make it to the couch, mold herself into his side, and begin turning the conversation towards his project, Manoosh stops her with an upraised palm and a smile on his face.

"Why don't you give me a sexy strip show, darling?"

Sarah hesitates at that, stopping in the middle of the man's living room as she considers what he's asking. She wants to do it. Immediately, every fiber of Sarah's being wants to do what he says. She wants to impress him; she wants to PLEASE him. But in the end, her rational mind justifies it as just another step on the path to getting him to talk. Chuck will understand. This is just part of the job.

Batting her eyelashes and continuing to smile at the dark-skinned man, Sarah cocks her head to the side.

"I don't have any music~"

She even adds a giggle to the end of that. Manoosh chuckles and pulls out his phone, setting up some music for her in just a few moments. As what can only be described as strip club music fills the apartment, Sarah gets started, quickly getting into it, bobbing her head and then her whole body to the music as she reaches up and grabs the edges of her biker jacket with both hands. Before she pulls off the jacket, she makes sure to kick off her shoes first… only then does she get down to business.

Slowly, bumping and grinding her hips the entire while, Sarah pulls the jacket off of herself, leaving just her 'frak off' crop top on afterwards. Then, she reaches down and begins to play with the button on her skinny jeans, even as she continues to gyrate her hips, sliding them from side to side. She has Manoosh's complete, undivided attention at the moment, and that alone fills her with such satisfaction that Sarah could die right there a happy woman, truth be told.

She likes it when he looks at her like a piece of meat. She loves it when he drinks in the view of her body. Pulling open the button and then pulling down the zipper, Sarah abruptly spins around so that she's facing away from Manoosh. Looking back over her shoulder at the young man, she smiles winningly, even as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her skinny jeans and begins to shimmy, shimmy, shimmy right out of them.

As she does so, she makes sure to jut out her ass and keep her legs straight as possible, turning the removal of her skinny jeans into a long erotic, incredibly sexy affair as her panty-clad ass comes into view, followed by her creamy, pale thighs and then the rest of her gorgeous, fit legs. As her panties come into view for the first time, Manoosh lets out an appreciative noise from the back of his throat.

Sarah blushes, slightly embarrassed but still enjoying the way she's very clearly turning him on with her scandalous underwear. She's wearing a pair of black, lacy darlings at the moment, which HAD been meant for Chuck later this evening, back when they still thought that this thing with Manoosh would be a cake walk. They were supposed to be Chuck's reward for a job well done, but alas, now they were being viewed by the mark himself instead of their intended recipient.

She was a little ashamed of herself, and incredibly embarrassed, but there was no denying the facts, and the fact was, Sarah was happy that Manoosh was seeing her like this, rather than Chuck. Her skinny jeans come off of her feet and Sarah steps out of them, still dancing to the music, still shaking her hips and now jiggling her delectable derriere right before Manoosh's eyes as she looks back over her shoulder at him, making sure that he's still enjoying the show.

Judging by the way his gaze is affixed on her ass and the… massive bulge in his pants, he definitely is. Sarah's eyes go a little wide at that as they take in the sheer size of Manoosh's erection, but in the end, it only turns her on further, and a small, treacherous part of her can't help but think 'I want that thing inside of me'.

Of course, that WASN'T going to happen. Sarah was here on a mission. This strip show was solely so that she could loosen Manoosh up. As soon as she was done getting naked for the young man, she was going to walk right over, curl up beside him on the couch, and use her feminine wiles to get everything that she wanted from him.

With that in mind, Sarah spins back around, now clad in nothing but her 'frak off' crop top and a pair of lacy black panties. A coy smile graces her lips, and she continues to sway her hips, even as she reaches down and curls her fingers into the hem of her crop top. Bit by bit, inch by inch, the beautiful blonde pulls her shirt up over her tits, which, as Manoosh already knew from the bar, are completely bra-free.

Her delicious chest bounces free of the shirt as Sarah pulls it over her head and tosses it to the side in one sexy motion, and Manoosh admires her breasts, even as she continues to dance and bump and grind to the music, slowly gyrating in a circle, clad in nothing but her panties. Those go too though of course, with Sarah turned away from Manoosh again in order to give the dark-skinned young man a nice view of her ass as she slides her undergarments down her legs and exposes her derriere and her juicy wet cunt, nestled betwixt her thighs.

And she IS wet right now. God, she's unbelievably wet, as she steps out of her panties and tosses them off to the side with the rest of her clothes. Sarah's entire body feels like it's on fucking fire at this point, and her cunt is gushing, breathing in and out as she wiggles and squirms. But she has to keep her eye on the prize. She has to keep her mind focused on the task at hand. She has to- that's a big fucking cock.

When Sarah turns around, this time completely naked, with every intention of sauntering her way over to the couch and finally getting her intel from Manoosh, perhaps while giving him a handjob at MOST… it's to find that the young man is already ahead of her. The genius has taken his cock out of his pants while she was turned away and is now openly stroking his absurdly large erection.

He's the biggest that Sarah has ever seen. He's certainly bigger than Chuck, by far. Swallowing thickly, Sarah finds herself staring at Manoosh's cock, all of her desire, all of her arousal swelling up inside of her even further. The designer drug that Manoosh dosed her with at the bar is settling in deep at this point, digging into Sarah's very psyche with its roots, forcing her to see this man in front of her as the most handsome, most gorgeous male specimen she's ever seen.

There's no such thing as magic. It's not a love potion. But what Manoosh has created is certainly a lustful, obsession drug. Sarah loves Chuck. She doesn't love Manoosh… but she does WANT him. She wants to be with him, she wants him inside of her. She wants… no! She has to focus. She has to keep her eye on the prize, and as much as she wishes it was, the prize is NOT Manoosh's big fat cock.

She needed to-

"I think you want to put this in your mouth, don't you Sarah? I think you want to wrap those pretty lips of yours around my cock and see just how far down you can get. I doubt you could leave a lipstick ring at the base though. But maybe you could manage halfway down or so."

Sarah's eyes widen at that, and her nostrils flare. A challenge. He was challenging her. Like that, her rational mind loses out to the combination of the blonde Agent's innate competitiveness, combined with her drugged arousal. Smirking casually, Sarah walks forward with a sway in her hips, just as she initially intended. She sits down on the couch beside him, just as she initially intended.

But rather than taking control of the situation, rather than making Manoosh squirm like he's made her squirm… Sarah leans down, and takes his cock into her mouth, right then and there. Her hand curls around the base, and her lips wrap around his dick tip, and the gorgeous blonde femme fatale begins to bob up and down on Manoosh's shaft like there's no tomorrow.

His hand almost immediately comes up to curl in her curly blonde locks, of course. Normally, this would piss Sarah off to no end. The few times she'd performed fellatio for Chuck so far, she'd laid down the ground rules, the first of which was that he wasn't allowed to touch her hair while she was doing it. He had to keep his hands to himself at all times, or she'd stop.

Sarah doesn't consider imposing this rule on Manoosh for even a moment. Not least of which because it feels nice, the way he strokes his fingers through her locks and scratches at her scalp. But then, at this point everything he does feels good. She has a mission though, a job to do… she has to leave a lipstick ring around the base of his cock and prove him wrong.

Luckily, she'd applied a nice, fresh amount of ruby red lipstick before walking into the bar to help Chuck an hour before. So, there's more than enough of the red shade on her lips to go around, even as she bobs up and down on his cock further and further, until eventually the tip of his member hits the back of her throat, causing her to gag for a second.

But while Chuck was too small for her to ever need to deep-throat his cock, that didn't mean Sarah herself was a stranger to deep-throating. This was definitely the biggest dick she'd ever had to handle in this way, but it wasn't the ONLY big dick she'd had to handle. Sarah chokes, but doesn't let that stop her. Instead she begins to swallow continuously, until she feels his thick, meaty rod pushing into the back of her throat. Her gag reflex suppressed, Sarah takes more and more of him down into her esophagus, all while her nostrils flare, taking in precious oxygen.

She's going to do it. She's going to… get halfway down before she has to pull back, his cock far too big. Sarah manages to make it to just where Manoosh said she would, leaving a nice ring of lipstick at that point but no further, her slobber and saliva coating his cock and flowing down the rest of it as she pulls back. But she's not defeated, no sir, not by far. Not yet, anyways.

Filled with a sense of urgency, filled with a sense of sheer NEED, Sarah gets back to work. She pushes herself further and further, until eventually, she isn't even bothering with focusing on suppressing her gag reflex anymore. That's just a distraction, all that really matters is getting her lips to the base of his cock, no matter what harm it does to her poor throat.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Manoosh groans and tosses his head back as she deep-throats his member, clearly enjoying her technique… but it's not enough. Eventually, Sarah finds herself pushing off of her ass and onto her hands and knees on the couch beside the big-dicked young man. She presses her palms down into the couch cushion beneath her, and forces more and more of Manoosh's cock up into her throat. His grip on her hair tightens as she does this, but he never actually helps her, never actually forces her all the way down.

That's fine, Sarah wouldn't have wanted the assistance anyways. It would have felt too much like cheating, it would have felt like he'd helped her win the challenge that HE'D put before her. Sarah was going to achieve her goal, all on her own. And… working herself up into quite the frenzy, that's exactly what the blonde femme fatale does. It takes a lot of slobber, saliva, and tears, but in the end, Sarah gets there. She presses her lips down to the base of Manoosh's massive cock, which is buried halfway down her gullet at this point, and she buries her nose in his crotch, her chin coming to a rest against his balls.

Holding it for a five beat, sucking as hard as she can at the base of his prick, Sarah makes sure to leave behind a nice, thick ring of ruby red lipstick before she's finally forced to pull back, her vision quite literally beginning to go black from a lack of oxygen and her eyelids fluttering as they began to shut as she almost made herself pass out around his cock.

It's as Sarah is pulling back, when she gets to just the point where his cockhead is between her lips with every intention of letting it pop right out of her mouth so that she could give him a sultry grin and proclaim herself the victor of their challenge that Manoosh tightens his grip on her hair and finally forces her down his length himself.

Sarah barely has a chance to take in a few breaths of air before he's forcing her to deep-throat every inch of his cock, which is now pistoning up into her esophagus with every stroke, again and again.

"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"

Looking up at him with her big blue eyes wide and watery, Sarah gets little more than a chuckle and a wicked grin from Manoosh.

"Yes, yes. You did it. Very good, slut. Now it's time to actually get me off, you cock-hungry whore."

He unceremoniously and relentlessly fucks her skull from that moment on, and all Sarah can do is grip at the couch cushion and try to hold on for dear life. Her entire body is being jarred and jolted, her neck painfully yanked down, her breasts jiggling and bouncing. And yet, being treated like little more than meat, being called a cock-hungry whore… Sarah climaxes on the spot.

It's that that finally sends Manoosh over the edge as well, her orgasmic moans muffled and stifled by his cock, but ultimately reverberating up his length, until finally, with a loud groan of his own, Manoosh cums as well. He doesn't do her the courtesy of pulling out first or anything like that though, he cums right down her throat and even forcibly holds her head down to the base of his cock so that he's jizzing directly into her gullet without even a chance for her to try and swallow.

Filling her stomach with his seed, Manoosh tosses his head back, enjoying the immense power he has over the blonde femme fatale currently jonesing for his dick. Meanwhile, Sarah can do nothing but take it until it's finally over, and not even this amount of abuse is enough to make her any less horny when Manoosh finally lets go and lets her pull away. Hacking and choking and coughing around the splooge coating her throat for a moment, Sarah can only sit back on her haunches, knowing that she looks like an utter wreck, her face a disgusting splotchy mess of tears, slobber, and cum at this point.

But Manoosh takes one look at her and just smiles, almost kindly as he takes her by the hand and pulls her off the couch.

"Let's continue this in the bedroom, shall we?"

The juxtaposition between him of a few moments before, or even him a few minutes before when he'd called her a cock-hungry whore, and now, as he's so nice to her, his massive cock still erect and swinging back and forth between his legs as he walks… how can Sarah do anything BUT follow him into his bedroom?

Once they're inside, Manoosh lets her go, gently pushing her towards the bed.

"Get on the bed for me now. All fours. I'm gonna fuck you like the bitch in heat that you are."

Sarah blushes, once again thrown by the mood whiplash, but nonetheless horribly turned on by it all. She wants it too. She wants him to fuck her, and she can't imagine him fucking her in any position BUT doggystyle, now that he's told her that's how he's gonna do it. And yet, even as Sarah climbs onto the bed, she's not completely gone. She still has enough presence of mind to look back over her shoulder at him as she gets on all fours.

"M-Make sure you put a condom on, I'm not on any birth control at the moment…"

Manoosh just chuckles as she turns forward again, her head hanging downwards. She assumes that he's getting a condom, and she assumes that he's got a condom on when he positions himself behind her, mounting her basically as he molds his body over the back of hers and begins massaging her tits and rubbing her pussy.

She's already a horny mess as it is, the drugs in her system and everything that Manoosh has done to her and had her do up to this point leaving her quim gushing wet and drooling with pussy juices. So, having him molest her and touch her to his heart's content as he is now is even more so, and Sarah can feel herself right on the edge.

Deep down inside, she knows that this isn't how it's supposed to be. Deep down inside, she knows she's supposed to be on top, that she's the seductress and Manoosh is just the skinny nerd who's not supposed to have any social skills worth a damn. But they're so far past that at this point. Nothing matters except the pleasure that Manoosh is giving her. Nothing matters except his cock… which just as Sarah begins to realize is still bare, SLAMS home into her cunt, ramming forward into her tight, but extremely slick insides with all due force.

With all of the stimulation, along with the effects of the drugs he'd used on her, Sarah cums on the spot, orgasming explosively around Manoosh's bare cock as it plows into her insides. Her inner walls clench and squeeze around his dick and her mouth opens in a sharp cry as the recently skull-fucked beauty arches her back from the explosion of pleasure within her.

Leaning forward as he begins to fuck her, Manoosh coos in her ear, chuckling darkly at her reaction.

"Bareback sex is the best, isn't it Sarah? You're going to love it when we do it all night long, with nothing like a flimsy, shitty condom between us."

A throaty moan leaves Sarah's throat at that. She shakes her head in denial, but she can't actually do anything about it. She can't help the pleasure coursing through her, and even at the risk of getting pregnant… she allows Manoosh to continue fucking her. He's giving her the best sex of her life, and as his cock buries itself inside of her again and again, she feels how it stretches her open each and every time so deliciously.

Climaxing repeatedly around Manoosh's pistoning prick, Sarah loses track of time as she's fucked so soundly, so perfectly by the big-dicked, dark-skinned young man. He doesn't let up for even a moment with her, doesn't give her a single second to recover or get a handle on what he's doing to her. He's fucking her and fucking her, and all she can do is helplessly orgasm around his dick, her inner walls trying, struggling even to milk him of his release.

She wants it to happen, Sarah realizes through the haze of ecstasy and bliss that has settled over her vision. She wants him to cum. She wants him to cum INSIDE of her. He's not wearing a condom, and she's not taken her birth control in a while now. If he cums, there's a very real chance that it might lead to something… more.

She shouldn't want this. She shouldn't want Manoosh Depak to jizz inside of her and knock her up with his baby. But deep down inside, Sarah knows that that's the ONLY thing she wants right now, that that's the only thing she NEEDS. She needs Manoosh to fill her womb with his seed. It's like he's built to breed her, with the way that the tip of his dick kisses up to her cervix with every thrust, his massive cock burying itself inside of her all the way to the entrance of her womb, again and again.

Sarah can't stop it from happening. She doesn't want to stop it from happening. When it finally comes, when he grips her by her ass cheeks and thrusts forward, cumming inside of her, she's already a moaning mess, anticipating it, waiting for it. The feeling of his seed filling her to the brim with his seed is indescribable, and her cervix and her pussy walls do everything possible to suck him dry and prolong the pleasure of the moment for as long as possible.

As it passes, Sarah collapses forward onto the bed, no longer able to keep herself up on her hands and knees. But Manoosh's cock doesn't slip out of her… as he promised, his erection remains, and he keeps on fucking her, this time prone boning the blonde femme fatale as she moans and mewls, recovering face down on his bed.

It feels so good, having him buried inside of her already-creampied cunt. So, so good…

-x-X-x-

Several hours, several creampies, and innumerable orgasms later, and they're still at it, with Sarah currently riding Manoosh cowgirl, both of them sweating profusely from the exertion, but having the time of their lives regardless. The funny thing is, Manoosh knows that Sarah would have sweated out the drugs about two hours into their fuck-fest. And even if she hadn't, the drugs themselves would have worn off about an hour ago at this point.

Yet, here she is, still bouncing up and down on his fat cock, her insides clenching down hard around his member, her belly undulating and her hips gyrating as she moves like some sort of sexy belly dancer atop him. She's let him cum inside of her so many times at this point, and she doesn't even seem to care, his sticky, hot seed buried deep inside of her womb, filling her to the brim and then some at this point.

Grinning, Manoosh rubs circles into Sarah's hips with his thumbs, even as she rides him towards another orgasm.

"You know, I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship between the two of us. Don't you, Agent Walker?"

Sarah freezes at that though, her eyes going wide as she stops, impaled on his cock, and stares down at him. Manoosh chuckles easily, taking the reins and using his hold on her hips to fuck her from below as he continues along.

"Yeah, I know who you are. And you know who I am too. But does that even really matter, in the face of what I bring to the table? You love it, you insatiable slut. You love my cock, you love my cum, and we both know you'll do anything to keep getting fucked by me on a regular basis. So, you and me? We're going to be sex friends from now on… and sex friends don't betray each other, do they?"

Sarah groans. She's hesitant, of course. No matter how good the sex is, she knows that the man beneath her is in fact a criminal, and that it's her sworn duty to turn him in and find out what he knows. Ooooh, but it feels so good, and Manoosh's currently thrusting soon has Sarah losing focus as she orgasms yet again around his cock.

"You'll never feel this pleasure again, if you turn me in. You'll regret it for the rest of your life."

He's right, but she can't… she can't betray Chuck like this, can she? She can't betray the CIA! And yet, Manoosh is fucking her into oblivion and he's not even on top at the moment. He's plowing her from below, and Sarah STILL can't take control of the situation. As he cums inside of her again however, she resolves to end this, to turn the tables on the big-dicked young genius and bring him in for questioning.

However, before she can fully recover, Manoosh's next words hit her ears like sledgehammers, each and every one.

"Of course, if not even that is enough to convince you, I suppose the sex tape that we just made might make up your mind for you."

Sarah's eyes snap open, and within seconds she's clocked the camera in the room that she'd been willfully ignoring up until this point, the camera that had been filming them all night long. Looking down at Manoosh with wide eyes, she can only watch as the young man grins wickedly and lifts a hand, pressing a button on his phone.

"Yes! Fuck me harder, Manoosh! Breed me! Knock me up, yes, yes, YESSSSSS!"

It's a video of her, and that's her voice as she's pounded into by Manoosh, as he cums inside of her. Her vocal approval of being bred by him, on camera for all the world to see.

"Now, obviously I took precautions and there are already several back ups of our little tape. If anything happens to me, Sarah Walker… well then, the video gets released… everywhere."

Just thinking about how much damage that would do to her, just thinking of all of the humiliation that would result… not to mention, she would be burned as an Agent. The CIA would have no use for her anymore if he gave that video to the wrong sort of people. He had several hours of her acting like the biggest, horniest slut in the entire goddamn world.

A shudder runs through Sarah's body as she cums on the spot from sheer embarrassment. She'd never been aroused by shame and humiliation before, but after the drugs, it seemed that her tastes had… changed. Blushing profusely, but turned on even more than ever before, Sarah hangs her head as she straddles Manoosh's thighs.

"… L-Let's be sex friends then… a-and sex friends don't betray each other."

Manoosh just laughs and reaches up, grabbing a fistful of her blonde curls and pulling her down into a kiss. Unable to help herself, Sarah returns the kiss greedily, moaning into his mouth and intertwining her tongue with his as they makeout heatedly. He lets go of her hair after a moment, and grabs hold of her pale white ass, gripping it tightly and bouncing her up and down on his cock until yet again he cums inside of her, releasing a huge load up into her already filled to the brim womb and triggering another blinding orgasm from the blonde femme fatale.

Sarah Walker has fallen. She's broken, even if she might not be ready to admit it quite yet. She's Manoosh's girl now, and all that's left is for him to finish the job and turn the blonde bitch into his permanent fuck toy. But that's for later… for now, they're both finally exhausted, and as Sarah collapses off of him, Manoosh barely bothers to curl her into his side as they fall asleep like that, naked and covered in sweat and bodily fluids.

-x-X-x-

Waking up is… an experience. Every single fiber of Sarah's being registers as sore. But it's a good kind of sore, and for a moment there's an honest to god smile on Sarah Walker's face as the CIA Agent stretches her arms over her head and arches her back, letting out a soft moan of pleasure, her body so very relaxed in the knowledge that it had just spent a night getting fucked nice and hard.

Then it all comes rushing back, and the smile drops off of Sarah's face as she shoots up in the bed, eyes wide and scanning the room. This wasn't her home, and it wasn't Chuck's either. This was… this was a strange place, but she knew it well already, given she'd spent hours last night being plowed silly in it. Sarah's lips thin out, and the blonde squeezes her eyes shut. This doesn't help though; it doesn't keep the memories of the previous night from flooding in.

Last night had been the roughest, most debauched sex of her entire life. And also hands down the best sex of her entire life. Of course, now that she was in her right mind, she felt nothing but shame and humiliation and embarrassment over what she'd done last night. She'd abandoned Chuck at the bar and left with the target… who she'd then allowed to take her back to his apartment, where he'd seduced her and had his way with her.

She hadn't even interrogated him! And now she never would, because the last memories of the night previous were finally replaying in Sarah's head, and like a bucket of ice-cold water thrown down her back, it had her shivering, her spine straightening in tingling horror. Manoosh had video evidence of their fornication. Not only that, he had proof of her… of her capitulation, audio of the things she'd said, how she'd begged, how she'd pleaded with him.

Sarah was trapped. She couldn't tell her superiors about this. She couldn't… she couldn't expose herself in that way. If she took down Manoosh as they originally intended, she would go down in flames right beside him. Of course, that was only part of it, as much as Sarah was in self-denial over the other part. In truth, the blonde CIA Agent simply didn't want to lose out on Manoosh's big, fat dick, really.

The cock that had broken her the night before is ever-lurking in the back of Sarah Walker's mind now, and her body already aches for it, already yearns for it, even if she's not willing to admit that. A shudder goes through her entire form, even as Sarah throws back the sheets and swings long, naked legs off the side of the bed. Her fingers reach down between creamy thighs, and she winces at how sore her nethers are to the touch. She grimaces when she feels the still-sticky leftovers of his cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy as well, knowing just how many times he came inside of her.

It was shameful, how easily she'd fallen to him. She'd have to figure out a way to fix things, she'd need to take control… somehow. Even if every fiber of her being said she shouldn't, even if her true self was crying for her to submit totally and utterly to the man who'd fucked her so nice and hard, Sarah's CIA training had conditioned her for this. She was prepared for a situation like this, and she knew she could turn the tables on Manoosh.

She wouldn't be able to turn him in, of course, but using this new relationship between the two of them, she might just be able to convince him to work with her and her agency all the same. If she could do that, then they would still be okay… and Sarah would get to keep fucking that delicious dick of his, the one that had so thoroughly satisfied her the night previous.

Sarah bites her lower lip and rubs her inner thighs together for a moment before ultimately hopping to her feet. Such plans for how to change the dynamic between her and her new CI would have to wait for later. For now, she knew she had to look at least somewhat presentable when she returned to Castle, her team's base of operations hidden beneath the Buy More.

Seeing as Manoosh wasn't around at the moment, the best move to make at this point seemed to be to take a shower. She could make herself presentable, and then she could perhaps be a little aloof with the man, while at the same time showing him some love, and that she was 'on board' with him still. He might think he had a collar around her neck for the moment, but she was CIA, and she would find a way to turn this to the agency's advantage. It was what she was trained to do, after all.

So, slipping across the room where she'd been fucked so thoroughly and so frequently the night before, Sarah makes her way into the bathroom and starts up the shower. She steps under the water once it's become hot, and begins to clean herself off, soaking her hair and letting the steaming water flow across her sore, well-fucked body. It feels unbelievably good, to be sure, and luckily Manoosh has a removable showerhead as well, so she's able to pull it down and clean her cunt directly with the beating hot water coming out of it.

For a moment, she presses it in a little closer, a soft moan leaving her throat as she tilts her head back and closes her eyes… but she knows she has no time for this, so she pulls it away and fits the showerhead back into its holder. Not a moment too soon, as it turns out, because quite suddenly, there's someone else in the shower with her… a very familiar someone else.

"Oh now, don't stop pleasuring yourself on my account. Or perhaps you'd rather I do the pleasuring…"

Manoosh Depak's hands slide around Sarah's front and grab at her tits, groping and squeezing them as he grinds up against her, having entered the shower without her noticing and placed himself at her back. The blonde CIA Agent's breath hitches even as she inwardly curses at herself for her lack of perception. She should have been able to see him coming a mile away, but she was so out of it, so fucked up in the head, that he was like a massive blind spot for her.

Her nascent plan to manipulate him and turn him into a CI, as well as all of her CIA training goes right out the window as he touches her and she arches her back, pressing her chest more firmly into his grasping hands and her ass back into his hard, fat cock. She shudders as his dick slips in between her thighs, sliding it back and forth along both them and her pussy lips, hot-dogging her cunt for a few moments as he just enjoys her body.

After a moment, Manoosh leans in and licks at one of her earlobes before speaking.

"I enjoyed our time together last night, Sarah Walker. I enjoyed YOU last night. I fucked you all night long, and I used your body to satisfy my every desire. It was very, VERY satisfying indeed. Mm, but how was it for you, I wonder?"

Sarah just whimpers, not trusting herself to speak, knowing that she can't remain aloof in this setting. The hot water continues to beat down on them both, even as Manoosh hums for a moment at her lack of a verbal answer, before ultimately sliding his dick back until he can fit the cockhead of his massive dong right up against her gripping, squeezing pussy lips. Then he thrusts in, and Sarah lets out an ugly, embarrassing cry as she feels him penetrate her.

"Perhaps a lesson is needed to remind you of your place. Don't ignore me, bitch."

He grabs a fistful of her soaked hair and pulls her head back, forcing his lips upon her lips and his tongue into her mouth, even as he forces his cock deep into her drooling quim, planting himself as deep as he can within her. Sarah's moans are muffled by Manoosh's lips, but that doesn't mean he doesn't hear them, even as he fucks her nice and hard, right there in the shower. Her hands come up and slap against the wall of the shower for support, even as the hot water continues to spray down onto them both. Her legs spread for similar reasons, and all Sarah can do is endure and remain standing as she's plowed from behind by the same massive cock that broke her so thoroughly the night before.

How could she ever think she would be capable of fighting back against this delicious dong? How could she ever think that she would be able to change the dynamic between her and Manoosh? Their relationship was set in stone, chiseled and pounded into rock by his rock-hard dick burying itself in her needy, whorish cunt again and again and again.

The CIA Agent had been beaten, totally and utterly. She'd been defeated, broken down, and then built anew, sculpted into what she was now by Manoosh's hands and cock. He'd remade her, and this was what she was now. His blonde little fuck toy, happy to be plowed by his dick, happy to be filled with his meat. Sarah moans into Manoosh's mouth as his tongue dominates her own, and she climaxes on his cock, giving in, giving up… surrendering to him in every possible way.

It helps that she can feel just how snug it is, his cock inside of her cunt. It's as if they were made for each other… or as if she was made for him, her pussy the perfect shape for his big, fat dick as it slams home into her again and again, offering her maximum pleasure. Certainly, more pleasure than any other man has been able to offer her in her entire life.

Sarah loses track of just how many times she cums on Manoosh's perfect prick, she loses track of just how many times he manages to extract yet another orgasm from her slutty body. He fucks her relentlessly, unforgivingly, until finally her last explosive climax manages to milk his release from him. She feels it as he swells, pushing right up against her cervix, and pulses his entire load right into her womb. She feels it as that most sacred place within her turns out to be just as much of a slutty whore as the rest of her, greedily drinking up Manoosh's seed.

When he pulls out of her, she nearly collapses right then and there, her legs turned to jelly from his toe-curling pounding of her freshly pulverized pussy. Of course, when Manoosh places his hands on her shoulders and pushes, she has no way of stopping him. Sarah falls to her knees, hitting hard on the shower floor, but the pain is only momentary, and when Manoosh grabs her by her wet hair and pulls her around, the hot water of the shower still beating down on them both, she knows what he wants… and does it.

Her mouth opens and her tongue slips out as he slaps her across the face with his cum-covered cock. She licks and laps at his member, even though the hot water washes away the remnants of their fornication quite quickly. That doesn't stop Sarah from slurping at his length until Manoosh growls and shoves his dick right past her lips and into her open, willing mouth.

The CIA Agent looks up through the steam of the shower water at Manoosh, even as he in turn looks down at her. He has a wide, wicked grin on his face, even as he holds her hair in both hands and begins to thrust forward, rapidly forcing his cock deeper into her mouth and then down the back of her throat without a care in the world for her ability to breathe.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Seeing him looking at her like that as he treats her like little more than a piece of meat, seeing him staring at her with THOSE eyes… it's just too much for the horny blonde CIA Agent. She knows she shouldn't be enjoying this as much as she is, she knows that it's shameful for her to be acting in such a manner contrary to the way she's comported herself all her life… but Sarah simply can't help it.

In truth, it's remnants of Manoosh's designer drug, still in Sarah's system. Said remnants will actually be in her system for weeks into the future. All they really do though is make her more predisposed to the largest source of her pleasure while she'd been under the effects of the drug. That was Manoosh, obviously. He'd fucked her, and she'd ended up imprinting on him, after a fashion. But that was the kicker, really. If Sarah Walker were a stronger woman, truly… then she wouldn't be submitting to him, even now.

If she was the gorgeous femme fatale, the exceptional seductress that she'd always made herself out to be, then even if she WAS predisposed to like Manoosh more after the drug he'd given her was mostly out of her system, she still should have been able to easily turn the tables on him, and make HIM serve HER, rather than it being the way it was.

At the end of the day, Sarah Walker was secretly a needy, whorish, submissive nympho. Manoosh's drug had just brought that out of her. All it had done was amplify what was already there, and break her of her CIA conditioning, the very conditioning that had allowed her to keep her libido and her submissive urges under control. She'd been trained by the CIA to be large and in charge when necessary, and subservient and obedient to her superiors when she was supposed to be.

But thanks to Manoosh's drug, she now saw him as her superior… her only TRUE superior. So, kneeling there in the shower, staring up into his eyes, Sarah does what comes naturally to her. She places her hands palm down on top of her legs and does absolutely nothing to resist him as Manoosh fucks her face to his heart's content.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

"Oh fuck yes… take it, bitch. Fucking take my cock right down your pretty little throat. Gag on it, you silly blonde slut! Choke on my dick!"

Choke on it he does, though the shower water keeps the tears that stream down her cheeks from being too obvious, and the slobber and drool and saliva sliding free of her mouth from sticking around too long. It is without a doubt, the cleanest skull fucking that Sarah has ever experienced, until finally Manoosh lets out a groan and pulls out at the last second, coating her face and tits in his seed, only for it to be washed away by hot water moments later.

He doesn't seem to mind though, enjoying the art piece he's turned her into for the few seconds it lasts before letting go of her hair finally and stepping out of the shower with a grin on his face.

"I'll leave you to finish up, bitch. I think you remember your place well enough now, don't you?"

Sarah shudders and licks her lips, but he doesn't even bother waiting for a response from her. That's how sure he is of his control over her, that's how confident he is that she won't try anything funny. And in the end, he's right. Sarah has no intention of moving against Manoosh, even as her plan to try to turn him into her CI dies before it can even be born.

Slowly, the blonde gets to her feet on shaky, wobbly legs, and finishes cleaning herself off. Then, she finishes getting ready, from drying her hair to getting dressed to putting on her 'face' for the day. She needs to look the best she can… and luckily for her, she carries enough makeup in her purse to be able to manage a presentable 'face' even from Manoosh's bathroom.

That's good, because she knows she can't tell her superiors everything, and she needs to be able to… craft the narrative in her direction. Letting out a low sigh, Sarah gathers her things and makes her way towards the door of Manoosh's apartment. As she's leaving, she notices him watching her from where he's sat on the couch, still naked, his cock currently soft but no less large, resting between his legs as it was.

When she realizes she's staring at it and nearly salivating, her face heats up and her eyes dart up to Manoosh's, just in time to see the man who basically owns her now grin wickedly in response. Ducking her head in embarrassment and shame, Sarah flees the apartment, knowing that if she stays any longer, she'll be on her knees between his legs, sucking that glorious cock again like the hungry little submissive fuck toy she's become.

-x-X-x-

"Agent Walker. Agent Bartowski. Report."

Sarah stands at attention as Brigadier General Diane Beckman looks between the two of them, with Chuck at her side, a bit less straight backed, a bit less THERE. According to him, he'd woken up at the bar last night and been worried sick about where she was and what exactly had happened. Sarah had been a bit vague on the details, but in the interest of keeping his fuck up from screwing over his chances of remaining an Agent, she'd told him to let her tell the story.

Part of Sarah hated gaslighting Chuck like this, but part of her thought it served him right. She had a pretty good idea of what had happened now, and of how Manoosh had played them both, making her drop the knockout drugs in Chuck's drink instead of his own. Truth be told, after everything that happened it just made Sarah admire Manoosh even more. He was a man… he was THE man, and she was honestly kind of glad that he'd taken her in hand and made her realize just how much of a cock-hungry little bitch she was.

It was also making it hard to take Beckman seriously though. The woman had long been Sarah's superior, even if she was the NSA Director and not technically her direct superior within the CIA. And yet… looking at her now, Sarah couldn't imagine being truly subordinate to another woman. Not when Manoosh had proven beyond a shadow of a doubt in Sarah's mind that men like him were superior in every way.

As such, it was incredibly easy to open her mouth and lie to the NSA Director.

"Ring Agents were closing in on our location. Agent Bartowski volunteered to distract them, while I extracted Mr. Depak to a safe house for interrogation. After spending hours with the man last night, I can say with absolute certainty that Mr. Depak isn't our guy. The intel was wrong, while he has a sharp mind, he's not actually involved with the Ring."

Sarah can feel Chuck's eyes on her as she makes this statement, even as Beckman looks annoyed.

"Is this true, Agent Bartowski?"

"A-Ah, I… y-yeah. Yeah, that's how it happened."

Chuck couldn't very well say otherwise. It would only torpedo his entire career to admit that he got knocked out by the target like some chump, really. Sarah keeps the smile off of her face though, even as the NSA Director lets out a disgruntled sigh.

"Very well. I'll be in touch again soon."

And like that, the call ends. Chuck turns to Sarah with a furrowed brow.

"Are you sure that Manoosh isn't our guy? What really happened last night after I got knocked out?"

Sarah turns towards Chuck and lifts an eyebrow, adopting a rather frosty look as she stares him down.

"Exactly what I said happened, Chuck. I interrogated the guy, and he wasn't involved like we thought. Some of us know how to do our job, AGENT Bartowski."

Chuck shuts up after the reminder of his very tenuous status as an Agent, and Sarah turns away from him again, nostrils flaring. It was good that he'd stopped talking, because really, she couldn't stand his voice or the sight of him. Not after her night with Manoosh. God, she could hardly wait until she was with him again…

-x-X-x-

The sounds of a woman moaning fill the air, right alongside the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. Of course, both of these have to contend with the noises of the beach they're happening on, from the seagulls flying overhead to the ocean as it ebbs and flows off to the side. Not that either Manoosh or Sarah seem to mind it all that much, as he fucks her doggystyle atop a towel, the two of them enjoying the tropical beach they find themselves on, as well as each other's company.

Manoosh was the only man she wanted to be with, and here they were together. Of course, Sarah hadn't been so foolish as to put in for a vacation right after their perceived failure with Mr. Depak. She'd waited two months, and then she'd taken a week off and spent a good portion of her savings treating Manoosh to this tropical vacation.

In the meantime, they'd fucked every single night at his apartment, and Sarah had grown more and more aloof with both Chuck and Casey. Neither man had any knowledge of her arrangement with Manoosh, or her relationship. That was how it would remain, because if they did find out, they would tell the CIA and the NSA, and then Sarah might very well be assassinated for a trainee's Red Test, just like she had to do back in the day.

It was fine though. Manoosh was all that mattered to the blonde agent now… well, him and what he'd given her. As the man pounds into her cunt from behind, fucking her doggystyle, he leans over her, seeming to admire her bikini, while at the same time happily slipping it aside to penetrate her cunt and grope at her tits.

He squeezes a swelling tit with one hand and slides his other hand down to her growing belly, running it across her abdomen as Sarah blushes and smiles.

"Someone is getting curvier…"

She hasn't said it yet, but the evidence has been mounting for a while now, and she's not surprised he's noticed. Blushing profusely, the once proud femme fatale looks back at the love of her life, and the man who has so easily turned her into his needy fuck toy breeding bitch. She's not sure how he'll react to this, but given his current teasing smile, she thinks it'll be alright… so she just blurts it out.

"I-I'm pregnant! It's… it's definitely yours."

Of course it is. Manoosh has fucked her every night for two months now, and he's been the only man to cum inside of her in all that time, Sarah has made sure of it. He's well and truly knocked her up and judging by the way his teasing smile transforms into a full-blown grin at the news, that was exactly what Manoosh was aiming for. Chuckling, he hugs her more tightly as he leans in to nibble at one of her earlobes and suck at her neck, all while continuing to fuck her from behind.

Sarah moans and pushes back against his thrusting cock, losing herself on the pleasure for a time until eventually he speaks up again.

"This is everything I've wanted since I saw you from that very first night, in the bar. All I wanted was to take you, breed you, and make you my bitch."

The fully broken blonde orgasms on the spot, shuddering as she lets out a wanton moan in response. She's utterly addicted to his cock at this point, and she knows she'll never leave him by choice, so hearing those words is like music to Sarah's ears. But Manoosh isn't done quite yet, as it turns out.

"I'm going to keep you around, slut. You're going to be my own personal fuck toy, and I'm going to breed you as many times as your sexy body will allow. We're going to make a full fucking family together, you and me."

She climaxes again, and this time her explosive orgasm sends Manoosh right over the edge as well. As he fills her with his seed, Sarah has to say something, she has to speak up. Even if it doesn't really matter, she still wants him to know she's fully on board with that plan.

"I-I accept… I accept my place as your breeding bitch, s-sir. Please, knock me up again and again and again. I don't want to go longer than I have to without growing swollen with another child from you f-for the rest of my life."

Manoosh just chuckles and gives her ass a hefty spanking as Sarah coos happily, his thrusting starting up again as he begins to fuck her once more, his cock still nice and hard. As Sarah submits to her new life as his bitch, Manoosh revels in his victory over the sexy blonde bombshell, knowing that at this point, she is totally and utterly under his direct control.

All according to plan.

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