You wanted to meet? Is this too public, or would you rather we go somewhere a little more personal?

🇺🇸 𝙉𝙖𝙤𝙢𝙞 𝙆𝙖𝙣𝙚 🇺🇸 •CIA Special Operations Chief •Written for the #DSVerse •MDNI | Lewd and Dark themes ahead | 18+ •Trans (No Bottom Surgery) •Written by #Invicta

Nancy was silent as she followed Clara, her mind trying to put the pieces together about her behavior but there was just something missing. “It’s a lovely place” she commented, those blue eyes drifting down to their hands again. She was curious to know what their boss was planning.

‎ Feet . Now .

Nancy noticed their delicate hands interlaced. Was it the drinking? Did Clara like her? Surely there was some motive. The cool breeze over the sunset calmed her, it reminded her of somewhere else. Home. Wherever that even was. “Did Miss Wilson mention anything else about me?” She spoke softly

Nancy froze up as Clara took her hand, her heart was suddenly pounding, why was she so nervous? “I-…” she nodded as she followed her into the elevator “walk…I think some fresh air would be nice.” It was clear that something wasn’t right with Nancy

Nancy watched as she stood, still studying each and every motion of the beautiful German. Surely this was a test? Freya and Farah must have set this up on purpose to test her conditioning. “Lead the way.” She smiled and followed behind her

“Oh- that’s quite nice of her…” she smiled, finishing her drink. She blushed seeing how much Clara had drank “would you like to walk me over?” It was a rare showing of emotion out of the blonde. She hadn’t felt this…this normal in a while.

Nancy smiled, it was weird to feel this relaxed. The sensation was almost alien to her. “Oh wow, lots of traveling then.” Her eyes wandered, there was something about Clara that made her calm, made her feel like herself. “I must admit I’m looking forward to working with you.”

Nancy chuckled “Seems like we have a lot in common. At this point it almost feels like work is my purpose.” She ran her fingers through her hair before taking another sip, her blonde locks still too short for her liking but she knew it would grow out in time. “So Freya brought you to the US?”

Nancy followed her over to the couch, sitting beside her. “There’s really not much to know.” She didn’t really remember too much honestly “My work life is pretty much all consuming at this point. I go where Miss Abbas says and don’t really ask any questions.”

Nancy nodded softly as she sipped her drink. “Honestly I think that’s the same with me…I’ve been working with her for years, I can’t remember a time she wasn’t around” she chuckled “I’m a little surprised we haven’t met or worked together before.”

Nancy paused as she thought about the question. She frankly didn’t remember how long she’d been working. “Quite some time now too…” she chuckled softly, taking the drink as it was offered. She looked down at it for a moment before taking a small sip. “How long have you known Miss Wilson?”

Nancy looked up at Clara as she sat down on the desk itself. There was something about the German that made Nancy feel different, more like herself. “Right, wonderful.” She was still, this was probably the most emotion she’d shown since the Ranch. “How long have you been a PI?” Her head tilited

Nancy’s eyes set on the monitor as it was spun, quickly combing through before she gazed back at Clara “It seems like we are going to be spending some time together then Mis…” she shook her head, stopping herself “Clara.” That silly smile crossed her lips again. Something felt different. Warm.

Nancy’s lips perked, a smile crossed them for the first time in likely months. “You’re also a PI?” She asked, the smile lingering. That tightness in her core only worsened, for someone so cold and professional Nancy seemed to be loosening up. “What is the assignment Miss Schreiber?”

Nancy took the seat in front of her, those eyes still glimmering faintly as she sat before Clara “Your accent, German correct?” The blonde asked before the faintest pink hue stained her pale cheeks “I must admit, Miss Abbas did not tell me what we would be meeting about, only that I was needed”

Nancy’s eyes became trapped on the woman as her head perked up. There was an unfamiliar tightness in her core that she couldn’t explain. Her icy professionalism seemed to waiver for a brief moment. “I…yes.” She extended her hand to the woman seated before her “I don’t believe I got your name?”

“𝐺𝑜 𝑜𝑛 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛.” 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 | 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 #DSVERSE 𝑏𝑦 #ꜰɪɴᴄʜ

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── 📽️ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮ ❝... and I'm Claudette Clayton, G'mornin' Big Easy~.❞ ╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── 🎬 ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

Nancy expression didn’t particularly change as Sofia told her of Freya’s absence. Their reunion would have to come another day. Expressionlessly she gave a single polite bow of her head “Thank you~” She made her way into the office, already so many memories of her past started to resurface.

F-Corp. Nancy’s old stomping ground, too long had past since Farah sent her back to. But Freya needed Nancy’s eyes and ears once more, it would be her first time back. “Excuse me. I believe Ms.Wilson is expecting me.” She looked at down at the desk coldly “Madam Abbas sent me.”

𝘐𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺? 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝟹 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎

Detectives are cute. So smart, but can't see what's right under their nose~

“Thank you Mistress, it’s a pleasure to serve~”

A girl has no name~

never understood how someone could get brainwashed

“Wherever you would like Mistress Abbas, it is my pleasure to serve you.” Nancy echoed the effects of her brainwashing perfectly. She would go to hell and back if it meant pleasing her owner

A soft, delicate gasp escaped her lips as they shared a kiss, Farah’s touch made Nancy practically melt against her. Her hands knew exactly where to go to push all her buttons. “Thank you Mistress Abbas, it’s perfect.” She whispered softly against her touch

“𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆?“ 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝙵-𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙 𝙴𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 #ꜰɪɴᴄʜ 𝚏𝚘𝚛 #DSVerse

A wave of calm and pleasure washed over her as the collar clicked around her neck. Her eyes set on Farah again, the faintest smile crossing her lips. “Thank you Mistress, I love it”

As they took their seats Nancy looked over at her owner, giving her the slight nod, bowing her head to Farah. “Thank you Mistress Abbas. It is a pleasure work for you.”

The smack seemed to put a little pep in her step. She followed behind her silently quickly walking along side her, she looked professional. That buzz cut, those eyes. She was a stone cold killer.

“Thank you Mistress Abbas” Nancy had no reaction to the hand gripping her ass, she was an object to be used for work. Her mind had been sharpened into the perfect tool for Farah’s use. All those silly personality quirks washed away and replaced with the perfect investigator.

As she was handed the suit she very quietly and carefully dressed herself. The suit fit Nancy perfectly, her fingers quickly and skillfully securing the tie around her neck. “Yes Mistress, of course.” She was all business, all that bubbly charm and charisma had been melted away

Nancy’s cold blue eyes were really the only part of her that remained unscathed. Those icy blue hues gazing straight ahead at her mistress as she was undressed. Her body glistening as the skin tight cocoon was peeled away. “Yes Mistress Abbas~” it was time to begin her new life and get to work

[[ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 ]] 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚎. 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌. 𝙰𝚕𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌. 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝. 𝟷𝟾+ || 𝙽/𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 || 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚢

The hood peeled off the reveal Nancy’s face, glistening and shiny from all the sweat that built up over the months of training. Her eyes narrowed, struggling to adjust to daylight. Her platinum locks practically non-existent, buzzed down as if she was joining the military. “Thank you Mistress.”

She sat up perfectly still as she was unrestrained, she barely even noticed a change. Drool spilled from her lips. The vibration still edging away at her as she felt the cool air hitting her lips. She took a soft breath before finally finding the words “I feel incredible…perfect.” She whispered

Her whole body shock violently as if she was being electrocuted, her body tense and tight as she reached another mind shattering climax. Not even allowed to come down from the euphoric pleasure before the metal ball went right back to it. This was Nancy’s life now. Orgasm after orgasm.

Farah was entirely right. Nancy had absolutely no control over her own body. It trembled uncontrollably as her breathing became panicked it was too much, she felt as if she could burst. Her gasping intense moans and cries of pleasure were almost completely muted by her gag

Her body was practically vibrating with each passing motion. She had no control over her own movement. Her breathing was fast and erratic, she was so close to the edge once again. Bucking and writhing against the tight restraints. Nancy was simply an object, a means to an end.

The cool metal ball sent shivers up her spine. Before she even could react the buzzing and tingling shook through the entirety of her body, bucking rhythmically as the shockwaves of pleasure tore through her. It was a pleasure unlike any she had ever felt before, all she could do was moan.

Her lower half quivered and shook as she was teased and tortured. Aside from the huffing she was silent, she knew not to try to speak or squirm. As each moment passed her convulsions of pleasure continued, completely uncontrollably. Nancy was at the mercy of her owner

A steadied labored huff began to escape from the small nostril holes in Nancy’s latex confinement. Her chest puffing up and down as Farah toyed with her. She was lost, past the point of pulling herself back to reality. Any fight she might have had was drained from her months ago. She was a pet

That voice rang through her mind with unrestrained authority. Farah. Mistress. One of the few things that lingered everlasting within the blonde’s fleeting mind. As the vibrator flicked on those latex clad thighs tightened and trembled. The pleasure was a lightning rod through her soul.

Nancy had been out of the public eye for a quite some time now. Days had turned into weeks, weeks into months. The investigator’s whereabouts remained unknown to almost all including herself. Her memory had become a blur, her past life a distant memory.

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐬. 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 Written for #DSVerse by #ꜰɪɴᴄʜ