Yor Forger Ecstasy

The ebony-haired housewife squirmed in her seat in the waiting room of the Murdoch Swan’s office at Eden Academy. At the beginning of Anya’s school year, she wasn’t there often without Loid. But after a recent altercation with her stepdaughter and another little boy, the pink-haired girl’s academic career was in jeopardy. Now, visits to the school have become a weekly occurrence.

Her usually steady fingers trembled, causing the saucer to clatter noisily against her cup of strong-smelling tea. Always at hand, the concoction did wonders to calm her nerves, she was going through some stressful moments both at work and at home. As a housewife, her mind was often elsewhere, and she tended to forget what she was doing. As an assassin her movements were clumsy and her methods ineffective. With both aspects of her life in jeopardy, she was thankful this tea allowed her some modicum of ease.

Yor slurped inelegantly at the cup, her nose breathing in the sweet aroma of the drink. She wasn’t familiar with the brand or the flavor, but it always calmed her mind whenever she took a sip. Like all her worries were quickly drifting away. Even now, it slowly began to work its’ magic by dulling her senses and deadening all her worries. Her usually taut muscles relaxed and her tightened back slumped. Everything was good again, despite what was about to happen.

“Ms. Forger?” The secretary called from the front desk. She was a thing little thing, younger but less curvy than Yor, but even in her dreamy state, the housewife could see the girl’s hair was a mess. Her eyes half-lidded, a bit of drool seeping out of the corner of her mouth, she said, “Mr. Sssswan is ready to speak with you…”

“Oh!” Yor clumsily dropped the saucer on the table, the cup tipping over and spilling onto the floor. “Oh no, I’m so sorry! Please, let me…”

“It’s alright,” the secretary dreamily drifted to the side of the assassin, a lazy smile on her face. “I’ll take care of it for you.”

“Right, of course,” Yor nodded, her own body feeling lighter as she brushed past the woman and headed for the double doors. At first, she thought it strange how the young lady pressed her lips against the table and began slurping up the drink. But maybe it was a custom at Eden Academy she wasn’t familiar with. So, she stumbled inside the double doors, closing them behind her.

Murdoch Swan’s office was easily larger than her entire apartment. The window facing the square overlooked thrones of small students rushing by. A large painting hung behind the desk, it being a man mounted on a black stallion. The red carpet was spotless and pristine, much like the suit of the man standing by the window. He was a rotund little beast, Murdoch, nearly balding with a thick and greasy mustache. His large belly strained against his suit jacket, and his pale and waxy skin looked sickly after being out of the sun for so long.

“Ah, Ms. Forger, it’s good to see you again,” he grinned with coffee-stained teeth. His sunken eyes raping her a thousand times over. “You just can’t stay away from me, can you?”

“N-no?” Yor swayed a little as she stood before him. She knew something was wrong with her, but her mind couldn’t piece together what. When Murdoch first seduced her, she was so ashamed she hid in her room for days, unable to look Loid in the face. But as time went on, it became easier and easier, and Murdoch’s body more and more addicting. But he didn’t attract her in the slightest, so something must be wrong.

Murdoch leered at the young woman; she was still fighting the aphrodisiac somehow. His secretary was licking his shoes after one dose, but this Forger woman had been fighting it for nearly a month now. Even now, she was struggling to maintain her dignity by wearing a conservative blouse and long skirt, hiding her most prominent features. He licked his lips; those large breasts were succulent with nary any sag. And her legs had given him the most delightful thigh job only a week before. And spanking her deliciously plump behind never grew old.

“I know what you’re doing…” Yor moaned, her shoulders drooping, “y-you drugged me…”

“Oh, you stupid woman,” Murdoch laughed, “you’ve only figured that out now? I thought you were enjoying what I was doing to you.”

“No…” Yor shook her head, her long braid swinging about, “…hate it.”

“Then why do you keep coming back?” He chuckled, “You can leave. Right now, if you want. Your daughter will remain a student here, I assure you. You’ve paid for her crimes at least a thousand times over by now. Unless… you want to stay?”

“I-I-I…” Yor stammered, her eyes drifting back and forth. Her cheeks were flushed as a heat had begun to rise in her belly. It was happening again; the drug was taking over. But her head was so cloudy she couldn’t piece any of what was happening together until it was too late. Her skin prickled with heat and her insides were hot, squishy even. Why was it so hot in here?

“Take all that nonsense off,” Murdoch suggested, “Isn’t it getting a bit stuffy in here?”

“You…I’ll stop you…” but even as she said this, her hands were tearing her clothes from her body. Her blouse was ripped in half and her skirt was torn straight down the middle. She fumbled with her bra and panties, before giving up and shredding them off with one hard yank. Her breasts bounced as they were released from the constricting fabric, her pale skin tinted pink.

With a swelling in his loins, Murdoch grinned maliciously at the massive breasts on display for him and him alone. They had no sag to them, he’d checked himself. Her body was all muscle, but with a decent amount of fat in just the right places to give her an excellent curve. But what made Yor his favorite, was her wild and curly bush. Though his orders were mostly limited to demanding she return once a week, he had altered her mind enough to force her never to shave. He loved seeing how it glistened with her arousal, her dew caught in the brambles.

“Alright, Ms. Forger, I think I’ve kept you waiting enough.” He waltzed up to his desk and patted the top. “Be a good girl and bend over this.”

“N-n-noooo,” she moaned, fighting against the growing heat between her thighs.

“Yor,” he tutted, “You know why you’re doing this, right? Or are you too stupid to understand?”

“Stupid?” Yor asked.

“Yes,” he nodded, “You’re the stupidest bitch I know.”

“I’m stupid…” Yor nodded, that sounded right. She could barely think.

“Yes,” he grinned, “you’re very stupid. Say it for me, Yor. What are you?”

“I’m sooo stupid,” she moaned, her thighs rubbing together to quench the flames. “I’m so, so stupid!” She stumbled forward, falling over his desk, her plump backside sticking out and ready to be fondled.

“That’s my girl,” he stepped around her, grabbing a handful of her meaty thighs and groping her flesh. “You like this, don’t you? You like having me play with your body.”

“Y-yes!” Yor leaned into his touch, her skin so sensitive it shot pleasure straight to her clit. She squirmed in delight as he kneaded her with both hands now, lifting her ass and letting it fall. Wobbling and jiggling as he cackled in delight.

“Where else would you like me to touch you?” he asked, dragging a finger down her back. Sweat was collecting in the small of it, a side effect of the drug he slipped into her tea, “Here?” He poked her spine. Yor shook her head. “Here?” He caressed her side.

“Noooo…” she moaned.

“Oh,” he grinned, “Here?” He grabbed a handful of her pubic hair and yanked roughly. Yor screamed, her eyes flying open as she felt her most delicate parts burst into fiery agony. But it had given her the attention she sorely needed, and she felt her lips clamping down as she squirted wildly onto his carpet. She wept loudly as he kept tugging on her bush, laughing with every gush she produced for him.

“P-please!” she begged, her tears falling on his papers. “No more!”

“Then tell me what you want, Yor,” he suggested kindly, “Tell me whatever you want, and I’ll do it.” But then he gave her another hard yank and she squealed.

“Will you…EEEK! Make…AUUGH! LOVE TO MEEEE?!” Her back arched as she screamed out the last part, her breasts wiggling as she shot up.

“Make love to you?” Murdoch shook his head, “That’s not what we agreed on calling this, did we? I don’t believe I told you I loved you.”

“No…” Yor shook.

“What did I say to you?”

“Y-you said I was a whore…” Yor shivered, “A pathetic whore.”

“And what do whores do?”

“They…they…f-f-fuck…” her eyes clamped tight at saying such a filthy word. “They fuck.”

“Good. Now ask me properly.”

“Please fuck me.” Yor sniffled.

Murdoch released a handful of her tortured fur, instead running his fingers along her broad backside. “Well, all you had to do was ask.” He slapped her ass, eliciting a cry of pain from the housewife. Oh, how he loved it when she screamed for him. Or even better when she screamed around him. Having his thick cock buried down her throat as she gagged for mercy. But there wasn’t time for that today. He needed this to be a quick one. That elegant fool had a meeting scheduled in less than an hour.

Murdoch unzipped his fly, and from beneath his belly a large cock flopped out. It was girthy, nearly a foot long, and still wet from fucking his secretary’s mouth moments before. He slapped Yor’s fat ass, striking it again and again to listen to the yelps of the poor woman.

“Pleeeeease!” She groaned, wiggling her hips back and forth.

“God, you’re a needy little thing,” he snickered, lining his cock up with her hole. He rocked his hips forward, feeling his cock saw between her velvety soft cheeks. She was so smooth, like silk, and he would’ve liked to savor her longer.

Meanwhile, Yor was in hell. Her mind was burning white hot and her loins even brighter. She needed something, but her thoughts couldn’t piece together what that thing was. All that mattered was her core was on fire, and something Murdoch had would sate it. She could only beg for whatever it was.

“Pleeeeeease!” She cried, pressing her face against his papers. Her sweat quickly soaked through them. “I neeeeeeed it!” Suddenly, her lower lips parted. It was only the beginning of something, but it felt good. It felt filling, and Yor’s mouth drooped open as she felt that strange heat growing brighter. But in a different way, a pleasurable way. “Mooooore!”

Just the tip was in, but Murdoch loved the way she squeezed her lips around him. It was like she was trying to gobble him up. It was why Yor was his favorite, her body seemed able to do things the other women couldn’t. But he needed to be quick, so he fed more of himself to her. His cock sank into her hot channel and filled her up bit by bit.

Yor moaned in ecstasy, every nerve in her pussy alight as he drove deeper into her. He was so big and thick, and she could feel him getting closer to something even better. But she was so stupid. Too stupid to know what that was. But that’s okay. Murdoch was here, and he could do all the thinking for her.

“It’s like you’re tighter every time!” He grabbed her hips and slammed deep inside her. “Husband not taking care of you?”

Husband? What husband? She was Murdoch’s, wasn’t she? She was his toy, and he made her feel good.

“Say something you stupid bitch!” He slapped her ass again, and she shrieked.

“Fuck me!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. “Please! Fuck me!”

All pretense was gone now. Her mind melted into a puddle of goo. All that mattered to her was getting fucked hard and fast. It was what she was made for. He hammered into her weeping cunt, spraying juices out of her as he slammed her repeatedly into the desk. Yor’s forehead smacked the top again and again, her hair whipping back and forth as she was brutally taken from behind.

Murdoch pummeled her juicy lips, his hard cock delving deeper than anything Yor had taken before. The fires built up inside her, mixing with her juices and creating white hot magma. She was about to erupt, her toes curling and her fingers bunching into fists. She was so close to something wonderful, but she didn’t know what it was.

“Such a stupid bitch!” He laughed, ramming into her slit. “You like that don’t you, cunt?!”

“Cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!” Yor cried, her eyes open and tears pouring freely.

His cock plundered her hole, the way she squeezed around him was unlike any other woman. It was like she was molding to his cock. Her pussy squelched around him, her lips stretching to accommodate his fat girth. Belly slapping against her backside, he ravaged her with all his might. Slamming into her wet cunt again and again. She was close to cumming, he could tell by how high-pitched her screams were.

“I’m going to break you, Yor!” He laughed, “There won’t be anything left in there that isn’t thinking about cock!”

“Cock! Cock! Cock! Cock!” Yor screamed, feeling her thoughts draining away.

Murdoch couldn’t contain himself any longer, his balls tightened, and his cock twitched. Hearing the good woman’s mind breaking was too much. He didn’t care about what came after, all that mattered was filling her up with his sticky cream. She was hot, wet, and tight. That’s all she was. That’s all she needed to be.

Murdoch roared, the head of his cock spurting thick and burning cum inside her snatch. It flooded her insides and quickly sprayed out around his cock.

Wailing, Yor came harder than ever before. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her tongue fell out of her mouth. Her breasts mashed against the desk as the last of her mind was swept away. Her magma boiled over and squirted out in a thin stream onto the floor.

He hilted her, pumping his load deep inside her unprotected womb. He’d marked his bitch. Sticky cum leaked into her thatch of hair, lacing through it into a gooey web. Her cunt milked the last dregs of cum from his rod. Her hips grinding against him as she continued to try and hump out another orgasm. But eventually, she slumped over, an empty husk of the woman she once was.

Murdoch peeled himself from her pussy, a waterfall of cum spilling from her hole. He reveled in how he’d have his secretary lick it up later. His suit was stained with sweat, and his panting was hard and loud. He’d need to rehydrate before his meeting later today.

“Alright bitch, get up.”

Yor was broken, there wasn’t much left of her now. She laid over his desk, cum gushing from her well-used hole and spattering onto the rug. Her eyes wide open and mouth open, she drooled as she repeated the same phrase over and over.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

“Yor…” Murdoch shook her shoulder.

“Cunt. Cunt. Cunt. Cunt.”

“Oh shit…” Murdoch muttered.

The doctors said it would be a long road to recovery, there was little they could do. The strange concoction Murdoch Swan had given Yor was a long list of chemicals no person should ever consume. Much less every week. Loid waited at her bedside, his fake wife staring blankly at the ceiling. Anya was back in the lobby; he didn’t want her to see Yor like this.

Despite being a fake family, despite the barrier he put between the mission and the people in his life, Loid had stayed by her bedside for the past week. There was nothing he could do, Yor’s brother had already seen to Murdoch, that man likely wouldn’t live to see a trial with the way Yuri hauled him in. But it didn’t change anything.

“I should’ve noticed something,” he murmured, he was the greatest spy and yet he’d completely missed the hell his wife was going through. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, he wanted to strike something. Hit someone. Why did he feel so passionate about this? Why did he care so damn much? They were friends, yes, but that was all. Wasn’t it?

“Papa,” Anya trotted inside.

“What is it, Anya?” he asked.

“Mama will wake up,” the little girl laid her head on his lap.

“You don’t know that,” Loid murmured.

“Mama’s really strong,” Anya said, “She’ll wake up.”

Loid didn’t know why, but he believed the little girl. He rested one hand on her head and wrapped his other around Yor’s. Despite how gentle it looked, her fingers were strong, he hadn’t noticed them before.

“Okay Yor,” he sighed, stroking Anya’s hair, “We’ll wait for you.”

Yor blinked.