(Commission) I can make you Quake.

A commission featuring Agent Daisy Johnson AKA Quake, who runs afoul of an Inhuman who can inflict pleasure or pain with only her mind.

-o-o-o-

One of the first things SHIELD drilled into its agents, was that no matter how well-trained, well studied, well-armed or well-informed an agent was, the most important thing they could be was adaptable.

You could walk into a nest of Hydra agents in Paris, Portsmouth or Philadelphia with all the prep-time in the world, the names of every enemy inside and the newest gadgets the tech-farms just produced, but if you weren’t ready for your well-planned op to go sideways, all of that meant squat.

It was something Coulson had been sure to get into the heads of everyone who worked for him once he’d become director, and it was something Daisy Johnson had never appreciated quiet so much before.

The mission had been a simple one, nothing she hadn’t done a dozen times before, approach a target, extract the intel, get out. The target was Elizabet van Dijk, a Dutch heiress with deep pockets and a suspiciously empty background. Her education was all private tutors, so no paper trail there. Her money was all inherited, so no business ties either. She had no criminal record, not so much as a parking ticket. So when she’d come up as a contact in a stolen Hydra database, it had raised several brows.

Van Dijk ran the club circuit in San Francisco along with all the local rich, privileged kids with too much money to know what to do with. She played the part well, dancing and drinking and flirting her way across the city, but Daisy had been watching her the past week, and she knew it was all an act.

Elizabet was one hell of an actress, but when she drank, it was never to excess, only for show. When she stopped dancing and talking and flirting, she sat at the bar and watched the crowds like a predator. Her eyes were black and cold and calculating like a shark, and even when she flashed a charming smile, she looked like she was picking out targets.

Daisy had been sitting in a dark little booth at the very corner of the club, squeezed into a purple dress that was probably a little too on the revealing side. She’d bugged Elizabet before even entering the club, kept an eye out for any other Hydra agents or recognisable faces from the criminal underworld, playing her part of tipsy rich girl almost as well as Van Dijk herself.

Everything had been going perfectly, until Van Dijk had made eye contact, winked, and curled an inviting finger towards her.

Now Daisy found herself sat beside a possible Hydra contact, smiling through her teeth and really hoping her improv skills were up to scratch.

It didn’t help that almost everything about Elizabet was seemingly designed to make her self-conscious. Oh, Daisy was beautiful, with honey-gold hair and a toned athletic body, but Elizabet was almost unnaturally gorgeous. She was tall, but not skinny, with long shapely legs and strong, powerful arms. Her skin was pale and her hair was platinum gold, her eyes were a brown so dark they were almost black. Her cheekbones were high and her lips full, painted a deep red that made them impossible to ignore.

Her body was snug in a silver dress that reached to just above her knees, low cut enough that the deep, welcoming chasm of Elizabet’s cleavage was on full display. She wore no jewellery, except for a simple golden chain clasped around her neck.

She might have been the most terrifyingly beautiful woman Daisy had ever seen, which wasn’t making her job any easier.

“So, must I buy you another drink before you tell me your name?” Elizabet asked, her accent was soft and rolled off her tongue, her voice low and husky. Daisy shifted nervously in her seat and brushed some hair behind her ear, her own restlessness playing into her cover.

“Kate.” She smiled, “Kate Yates.”

Elizabet laughed. “Ah, I imagine that was fun growing up.”

Daisy winced, wishing she’d chosen a better name. “Yeah… yeah I never really forgave my parents for that one.”

“My name is Elizabet.” Elizabet purred, taking her hand and squeezing. “Elizabet van Dijk, it’s a pleasure to meet you, miss Yates.”

“Um, pleasure’s all mine.” Daisy smiled, feeling herself flush under the blonde’s piercing gaze. “I’m a little new to town, I didn’t expect to find a place I liked as much as this so quickly.”

“It’s a nice club.” Elizabet grinned, sipping her drink, “But I find it’s the company that really makes it shine. Lucky for me you decided to come.”

Daisy laughed nervously and shifted in her seat. “You’re quite a flirt.”

Elizabet shrugged. “I know what I like, and I know how to get it.”

That set of all kinds of alarm bells for Daisy, but she only smiled and drank, taking some comfort from the cool weight of the knife snug against her thigh. She would have preferred a gun, but there was no way she would have been able to hide something that big under the tiny dress. She resisted the nagging voice in her head telling her to signal her backup and wrap up the mission there and then, Elizabet was clearly trouble, but she didn’t have any of the evidence she needed to make an arrest, let alone prove a tie to Hydra.

She cleared her throat and flashed a smile. “So, what do you do for a living? Or is your whole routine?”

Elizabet laughed, “Oh, you are new to this scene, aren’t you?”

Daisy felt herself blush, unreasonably embarrassed by being laughed at by a potential terrorist. “You can’t spend all your time here!” she said defensively.

“I don’t, that’s not what I was laughing at.” Elizabet chuckled, setting down her glass and stroking her hand through her hair. Daisy’s blush darkened and she scowled indignantly down at her lap. “I don’t do anything for a living, sweetie, I don’t have to, and neither does anyone else here. I have three billion Euro sitting in my accounts with more pouring in every day, why would I ever need to work? As far as I’m concerned, all my life needs to be is a good time.”

“Must be nice.”

Elizabet hummed and locked eyes with Daisy. “If you know how.”

“Wh… what does that mean?” Daisy stammered, feeling her cheeks begin to burn again.

“It means I know how to have a good time, obviously.” Elizabet chuckled, not breaking eye contact, “More to the point, I think you don’t… and I’d love to give you a lesson.”

Daisy was uncomfortably hot and tugged at the neckline of her dress. “I… uh… I barely know you.”

“First part of the lesson is this, nothing matters except you.” Elizabet sighed, shifting her seat closer so that they were practically sitting in one another’s laps. Her knee brushed between Daisy’s and forced her legs to part. “What do you want?”

“I don’t know.” Daisy whispered, desperately resisting the urge to just blurt out her whole mission.

“Do you want to feel good?” Elizabet asked, tilting her head.

Daisy nodded breathlessly. What felt like a wave of warmth flowed over her and she whimpered, it was like standing in the sun on a warm summer day, hot, but gentle, like she could sit under the light for an eternity and be warmed, but never burn. She felt like she was glowing.

“Feeling good is all that matters, in the end.” Elizabet purred encouragingly, reaching out and cupping Daisy’s burning cheek. “People like you would say freedom is more important, my associates in Hydra would say order was. My father might have said power, my mother might have said money… but ultimately all of those answers are missing the point, it’s all about pleasure.”

Daisy gasped as another wave of glowing sensation rippled through her, curling her toes and sending shivers down her spine. “P… pleasure.”

“That’s right. If being free makes you feel good, then that’s what matters to you. If feeling safe, or having power, or having money gives you pleasure, then they are what you will strive for, but they are all a means to an end, and that end is simply, purely, pleasure.”

Daisy whimpered and reached out, dully aware that something was wrong. Her outstretched fingers brushed against Elizabet’s stomach and the taller woman smirked. “Easy, sweetheart, there’ll be time for that soon. I just need to know if you’ll be obedient first.”

“Obedient?” Daisy groaned, panting for breath.

“Obey me, and I’ll make you feel good.”

“N… no.”

The waves of throbbing warmth faded and Daisy gasped, aching and cold without their constant pleasurable presence. The discomfort was enough to give her the focus to use her powers, and with a gasp, she released a shockwave that send Elizabet tumbling through the air and against the wall of the bar.

There were gasps and shrieks from the other patrons of the club, but Daisy barely heard as she tipped forwards and fell out of her chair. She felt so cold and so heavy, just lifting her head was so hard… so much effort.

She whined as Elizabet grabbed her by the shoulder and yanked her up onto her knees. “That was a mistake, Daisy Johnson.” She hissed through her teeth, “You can feel it can’t you? You know that was a bad decision.”

“Stop.” Daisy croaked. The ache was growing into true pain now, a gnawing hunger inside her screaming out for the pleasure to come back. It felt like she was being eaten alive from the inside out, every molecule of her body crying out in anguish. “Please.”

“Are you going to be good?”

Daisy nodded desperately, managing to haul her arms upwards just to cling to Elizabet’s forearm as she reached out to cup her cheek. “What… are you doing… to me?”

“It’s like I said.” Elizabet hummed softly. “Pleasure is all that matters. I’ll admit it’s not as flashy as lighting myself on fire or causing earthquakes with my mind, but being able to make other people feel good, or not, is quite handy.”

“You’re an inhuman?” Daisy whined. “Why are you working for Hydra?”

“I don’t work for anybody.” Elizabet tutted. “But they can be helpful from time to time. Now get up.” She rose and smoothed down her dress with a sigh. As Daisy struggled to her feet she brushed a few chips of plaster from her shoulder and flashed an apologetic smile to the bartender whose eyes glazed over immediately and returned to serving drinks. As soon as the agent had risen, the aching pain vanished with a pulse of warm, comforting pleasure and she sobbed with relief.

“See, being obedient feels good, doesn’t it?” Elizabet grinned, winding an arm around her waist and guiding her towards the door. “Why don’t you and I continue this conversation at my place, hm?”

All Daisy could do was obey, staggering alongside her captor out of the club and towards a sleek silver car. Every step sent a miniature shockwave of bliss rolling through her, each one making it easier for Daisy to stop trying to fight and just do what she was bid. By the time she fell into the back seat of the car and was ushered against the far door by Elizabet, the voice of resistance was barely more than a faint whisper in the back of her head.

“Why are you doing this?” she managed to ask as Elizabet waved for her driver to take her home.

“Clearly my associates in Hydra aren’t nearly as discrete as I was led to believe.” Elizabet sighed, “If SHIELD is investigating me, clearly someone slipped up, and seeing as I still have business that needs to be concluded with Hydra there’s not much I can do about it yet.”

“So… you… kidnap me.” Daisy groaned. “Force me to tell SHIELD you’re… innocent.”

Elizabet hummed. “Well, ‘force’ sounds rather unpleasant. I was thinking of asking nicely.”

“With your powers.”

“Naturally.” Elizabet purred, leaning close and sliding her hand over Daisy’s thigh. “I don’t control, just encourage. A little pleasure here, a little pain there… the decision is yours, but I can make it worth your while to help me.”

Her fingers brushed against the damp cotton clinging to Daisy’s womanhood making the breathless agent squirm. “I can make you feel good, give you more pleasure than you’ve ever experienced in your entire life. All I ask in return is for a little favour, is that so much?”

Daisy couldn’t muster the strength to respond, limp and powerless as Elizabet began to stroke up and down the cleft of her cunt, fingers pushing her panties aside before sinking deep inside her sopping hole. She moaned weakly, struggling to even lift her arms, let alone fight Elizabet off. The pleasure was sapping her strength, urging her to just sink into Elizabet’s arms. She didn’t know how much was Elizabet anymore, or how much was her own body surrendering of its own free will.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Elizabet cooed, “You haven’t felt this good in a long time, haven’t you?”

“Please…?” Daisy whispered “I can’t…”

“It’s a long journey back to my home, Hero. I can keep you edging until your mind melts.” Elizabet hummed, continuing to pump her index and middle finger into Daisy’s sopping cunt. With her spare hand, she neatly slid Daisy’s knife out of its sheath and sliced her dress apart at the front. With the purple fabric spread like the petals of a flower, Daisy’s trembling body was free to be tormented all the more by the cruel Dutch inhuman.

A hoarse sob of need echoed from Daisy’s throat as Elizabet locked her lips over her nipple and tugged on it with her teeth. The fingers inside her, the palm kneading her breast, the lips toying with her nipple, the raging tsunami of hormones boiling inside her… she was being driven out of her mind by pleasure, barely clinging onto her sanity in the hurricane of lust.

“Oh god.” Daisy whined; voice barely audible at all. Her eyes rolled and her toes curled, but her unwanted climax never came. For as bad as being made to feel so helpless and humiliating had been, being denied the final satisfaction was excruciating. Daisy howled and bucked her hips, her hands finally gaining enough strength to move, only to cling to Elizabet’s scalp and press her against her breast. “Don’t… stop!”

“I won’t let you cum until you promise to help me.” Elizabet said sternly, moving Daisy’s hands away like they were nothing and shifting so she was sat beside her. One arm looped around Daisy’s shoulders, the other redoubled it’s efforts fingerblasting the sopping mess that was the hero’s pussy. “It’s only fair… you do something for me, I do something for you… Wouldn’t you agree?”

Daisy sobbed, tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks as she added her fingers to the mix, desperately rubbing at her clit whilst Elizabet curled her digits inside her. It was no use; all she was doing was making the longing worse. She was at the tip of satisfaction, standing on a razor’s edge, wishing she could just tip forwards and fall into bliss but being cruelly held back by…

By what?

She could barely remember anymore.

“It’s only fair.”

Elizabet’s soft, encouraging words echoed in her head and she moaned.

It took all her effort to turn her head, her mouth open in a desperate pant as she locked eyes with Elizabet. “Yes.” She croaked. “It’s… only fair.”

“I’m glad we agree.” Elizabet smiled, “Would you like to cum now?”

Daisy nodded emphatically, feeling like she was about to burst from frustration, and then she did. With a simple mental command, the floodgates burst both figuratively and literally, an ocean of quim sprayed from Daisy’s sopping cunt, soaking the back of the car entirely. Daisy’s scream of lust faded in her throat and she fell back into Elizabet’s arms, whimpering as the blonde continued to toy with her.

Clearly, Elizabet’s plans for her weren’t finished yet.

-o-o-o-

“Welcome.” Elizabet grinned, flicking on the lights and pushing Daisy through the doorway to her playroom. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”

“Please.” Daisy whined, staggering forwards and bracing herself against a wide leather couch. With her naked ass wiggling and her hair matted to her face with sweat, she looked like a bitch in heat, but at that point she didn’t much care anymore. “I need… I need more. Don’t make me wait… please?”

Elizabet laughed and stroked a palm over her rump. “It’s lovely to see you so excited, sweetheart, but you’ll have to forgive me for my little predilections.” She gave Daisy a gentle smack on the ass and sighed, strolling past her towards the mirrored wall of the chamber. She slipped her dress’ straps from her shoulders and sent the sleek silver fabric fluttering to the ground.

Daisy whimpered at the sight of Elizabet’s naked body, watching as her new ‘friend’ sashayed across the soft carpeted floor, her sculpted ass bouncing and wiggling with every footstep. She looked so perfect, a pale statuesque angel striding through her domain like the queen that she was.

“Please.” She begged again. “Don’t tease me.”

“Ha!” Elizabet laughed sharply, turning back to where Daisy was struggling to stay upright. “Oh my little hero, you really should know better.” She reached up and slid the mirrored wall aside to reveal shelf after shelf of sextoys.

Daisy bit her lip and hauled herself onto the couch, panting for breath and caressing her needy cunt. She watched Elizabet peruse her collection with impatience, trying and failing to sate her own lust as her host kept her waiting.

By the time Elizabet finally stepped close and smiled down at her, Daisy was reaching the same frustrated peak she’d been tortured on in the car. Elizabet chuckled at the sight of the agent spreadeagled on her couch, one hand clutched over her heart, the other working hopefully at her slit.

“It sweet to see you still trying to satisfy yourself.” She tutted. “All that heroic optimism… thinking that maybe if you just fuck yourself hard enough you’ll be able to cum. All you need to do is ask and I’ll give you what you want.”

“B… but wh… what about when… you leave?” Daisy asked, letting Elizabet take her wrists and hold them up. “What happens to me?”

“You mean will you be able to cum?” Elizabet smiled, snapping a pair of handcuffs around her wrists. “Sure, it’ll take a little while for your body to readjust to my absence, but you’ll be back to normal eventually.”

She pushed Daisy roughly onto her back and grinned. “No one will be able to make you cum quite like I do though. But hey, you are always welcome to come back to me.”

“Please… just fuck me.” Daisy pleaded. “I don’t care anymore… please just make me cum again.”

“Hm, so needy.” Elizabet chuckled. “You’ll have to earn it.”

“Whatever you like, whatever it takes…”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Elizabet purred, patting her cheek. “Now lie on your back like a good girl.”

Daisy obeyed, whimpering as Elizabet casually manipulated her body before taking a seat on her face. “Make me cum, and I’ll take care of you, fair?”

“Mhhm.” Daisy moaned; the sound muffled by Elizabet’s thighs. She cautiously extended her tongue and gave Elizabet’s pussy a lick. Her fellow inhuman gasped at the pleasure and grabbed her by the hair, guiding her and encouraging her as she began to lap at the cunt.

Daisy hadn’t exactly had a lot of experience with other women, or any to be honest, but at this point she was willing to do anything so long as it resulted in getting her next fix of addicting pleasure.

Clinging to Elizabet’s hips, Daisy devoured her mistress with all the enthusiasm in the world. Her skill might have been lacking, but sometimes brute force was enough to get the job done. Soon enough Elizabet was groaning, her teeth biting into her lip, her fingers tightening on Daisy’s scalp. As Daisy’s tongue writhed inside her, she rewarded her pet hero with a fresh dose of dopamine to keep her happy. The pleasure she gave to her victims was addictive, usually that was enough for Elizabet, but she’d learned how to use her powers with a little more precision for all the more fun.

If she trained Daisy to experience pleasure when she obeyed, then obedience would become second nature.

“Good little hero.” She cooed, urging Daisy on and rolling her hips in time with her eager, clumsy lapping. “Serving your mistress feels good doesn’t it? Giving pleasure, receiving pleasure, it’s all the same to you… because pleasure is what you need, pleasure is the only thing that matters to you.”

Daisy moaned in agreement, her body awash with endorphins, all of them reinforcing her mistress’ words in her mind as the truth.

By the time Elizabet sighed with delight and rose from atop Daisy’s mouth, the inhuman hero was half-insane with all of the overwhelming new urges and cravings jostling for space in her mind. She grinned madly as Elizabeth smiled down at her, getting a fresh hit of bliss the second she laid eyes on her lover.

“I… did good?” she asked, sweat and quim slathered over her pretty face.

“Wonderful for your first time.” Elizabet nodded, raising her hand and showing off the thick, double-headed dildo she’d picked out. “Now, time for your reward.”

“Ahn!” Daisy groaned, desperately slapping her ass against Elizabet’s crotch mere moments later. “Yes… I… I can feel it!”

Elizabet grinned, biting her lip as Daisy’s desperate bouncing pressed the dildo into her own cunt. The agent’s tight round ass looked adorable as it wiggled against her, and the squeals she let out when Elizabet pulled on her hair were nothing less than delightful.

“Elizabet… harder… push it all the way inside!”

“Call me mistress, and I’ll do that and more.” Elizabet laughed, “I’ve been looking for a live-in submissive, and I just can’t get enough of your heroic little holes.”

Daisy didn’t even hesitate.

“Mistress! Fuck me mistress! Make me yours!” she howled with obedient bliss. “I’ll be your pet hero! Your personal submissive slut… just make me cum and I’ll be a good girl for youuuuuu!”

Elizabet laughed, and obliged.

This looked like the beginning of a beautiful partnership.

-o-o-o-

“What did you learn from van Dijk?” Agent Melinda May asked, her usual scowl taking on a hint of suspicion as Daisy’s cheeks flushed. She’d trained Daisy from day one, helped mould her into the agent she was today, she knew the girl’s every tick and tell, but blushing was a new one.

“Nothing, she’s clean.” Daisy said quickly, brushing some hair behind her ear.

May’s eyes narrowed. “Did you decide that before or after you slept with her?”

Daisy’s blush grew into a full red face. “I… I didn’t…” she saw May’s scowl take on an unimpressed touch and sighed. “She’s innocent, no contacts with Hydra, nothing criminal at all. I made sure, looked through everything.”

“And yet…”

“She was nice, alright?” Daisy snapped, “I did my job, I checked her out, but she invited me for a drink, and I played along. It’s nothing you haven’t done.”

May pursed her lips. “I’ve never pined away after my marks after the mission. Your business with her is done, Daisy, leave it in the past.”

Daisy grunted and snapped her laptop closed. “There’s nothing in the rules about dating, and frankly it’s none of your business.”

“Dating a former target never ends well.”

“I didn’t ask for your advice.” Daisy said coldly. “I’ve got a new mission; I’ll be out of contact for a while. Tell Coulson van Dijk is clean but I’m investigating a new lead.” May didn’t argue, simply watching disapprovingly as Daisy gathered her things into her backpack and headed for the exit.

Clearly something wasn’t right with Daisy, she had always been stubborn and headstrong, but she hadn’t been so reckless with her duties as a SHIELD agent since her first days with the team, and she’d never been so independent as to be insubordinate.

With a weary sigh, May brought up van Dijk’s file and dialled in Coulson’s number on her private comm. Even if Daisy was right, it was best to have a second look at the target.

-o-o-o-

Two months later Elizabet van Dijk strolled through the doors to her penthouse suite in Amsterdam, humming contentedly to herself as one of her bodyguards kept pace beside her.

“Our access to SHIELD’s network has revealed they have cleared you of suspicion once again, ma’am.” The tall, sallow-faced man sighed, watching as his employer all but ignored his words. “Their director seems to be finally satisfied you did not have anything to do with Quake’s disappearance. It seems three agents confirming the same thing was enough.”

“Good to hear.” Elizabet smiled. “Anything else?”

“Ma’am, Director Coulson and Agent May still have you at the top of their list of suspects. You may be officially off the hook, but SHIELD’s leadership still consider you a threat.”

Elizabet clicked her tongue and shrugged. “A shame, I did enjoy the impunity anonymity offered, still it’s no matter. A little risk will keep me on my toes, keep life from getting too boring.”

“SHIELD should not be underestimated, ma’am.”

“Of course not.” Elizabet purred. “But the greater the risk the greater the rewards.” She waved her bodyguard away and smoothed back her fringe, stretching languidly before typing in her passcode and entering the playroom.

Daisy Johnson’s naked, sweaty body dangled from the ceiling like a fresh-smoked ham just waiting to be enjoyed. Elizabet smiled and admired her pet from head to toe. Daisy’s golden hair was still tied back where she had placed it earlier that morning, but thanks to the former agent’s squirming a few strands of dirty blonde were coiling over her forehead. Aside from the neat black bar gag between her teeth, the dog collar around her throat, and the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, her toned body was naked and exposed, shaking with arousal and exhaustion.

The wand she’d strapped between Daisy’s thighs was still buzzing happily away, drenched with so much quim and sweat that Elizabet was surprised the thing hadn’t shorted from all the wetness. As she watched Daisy’s body tightened with a jerk, her abs rippling and arms shivering as the latest tiny, torturous orgasm sparked inside her.

Elizabet’s eyes met Daisy’s and she grinned. “I told you I’d be back soon, love.” She cooed in Dutch, fingers toying with the neat patch of brown curls that crowned her pet’s cunt before stroking her palms over her cheeks and tugging the gag free of her mouth. “Having fun?”

“Ahn.” Daisy groaned weakly. “Yes… mistress.”

“The cuffs are comfortable? No chafing, no loss of circulation?”

“N… no mistress.” Daisy shook her head. “Please… more?”

Dutch was not one of the languages that Daisy had learned in her time at SHIELD, but Elizabet had been sure to train her new sub on the essentials. Hearing her dear pet struggle to plead for her pleasures, knowing that if she failed and resorted to English she’d be punished, always brought a cruel grin to Elizabet’s face. Using language as a tool for domination, genius, even better than a gag. The loss of ability to plead for reprieve was thrilling, but making a person beg to be fucked with words they could barely understand had a delightful nature of its own, only making Daisy’s role as submissive pet all the more complete.

Elizabet smiled and kissed her cheek. “My little hero, such a good girl you are.” She patted Daisy’s ass and walked to her shelves, picking out something fun to wind out the session with. Daisy had been hanging there being constantly masturbated for three hours now, she was exhausted and overstimulated, which meant that Elizabet would have to employ something a little special to give her pet satisfaction enough that she wouldn’t be craving more all afternoon.

With a sigh and a soft hum, she pulled the fabric loops of one of her straps tight about her thighs and turned back to Daisy. “The access to SHIELD’s systems has come in useful yet again, pet, I can’t thank you enough.” she smiled, pressing herself against Daisy’s back and kissing her shoulder. “You’ve been such a wonderfully obedient girl; I think a treat is in order.”

Daisy groaned wordlessly as her asshole was spread and the smooth plastic mass of Elizabet’s strap forced its way inside her. A simple wiggle of her hips and a mental command and Daisy was melting under the purest pleasure she’d been craving all day. Moaning and whimpering, her tongue lolling and eyes crossed, Daisy Johnson howled with delight as her owner set about pounding her asshole nice and hard.

“I’ve been thinking about getting you a sister.” Elizabet hummed, hands tight on Daisy’s waist as she thrust. “Someone else from SHIELD perhaps, that scientist Simmons is rather cute. Or maybe that wonderfully defiant Yo-yo? Would you like that?”

“I… love… mistress.” Daisy croaked, “Please… more.”

“Hm, how lovely it would be to see Agent May sobbing for pleasure just like you.” Elizabet crooned into her ear. “To break that stoic nature of hers, make her into a meek, obedient little pet like you… that sounds like perfection.”

“Perfection.” Daisy howled in agreement, finally receiving the final, crippling orgasm she’d been denied for the past hours.

Elizabet smiled as her pet went limp and began to drool unconsciously onto her tits. She brushed some hair out of Daisy’s face, tugged herself free of the Inhuman’s asshole and glanced over at her phone where it lay on the table.

“Sleep well, my little hero… I have a call to make.”