Spy Games
Commission for Talmak
Talmak looked around, wondering how he managed to get trapped in this sort of situation; with the training he received, this sort of misfortune was not supposed to happen, but what could he do to stop it? It's not like owls had super powers and he didn't possess gadgets like certain agents out there, who relied more on them then their skills...
There he was, tied to what feeled like a metal table, his clothes stripped away from him. The metal felt cold on back feathers, although he couldn't complaint too much about it; he expected his head to be spinning and the rest of his body to be aching, and yet nothing of the sort was plaguing him. Even with his wings trapped, there was a strange sense of comfort surrounding him, as if pain was not an option for the one that captured him. Although being nude was a bit strange in these conditions, he had no qualls with it
Although this was not an ideal situation, he wanted to praise whoever captured him in this fashion; this level of skill was an element that he had to respect, for it was superior to what he was able to put forward. Perhaps he could learn from this, when he would out of this strange situation. For now, all he could focus on was getting out of here, after all...
As he was trying to figure a way out of this trap, he heard a door open not so far away from where he was; whoever it was, he would have to deal with it and learn the reasons that were driving it.
He noticed that the figure was carrying a suitcase; what could be hidden inside of it? Was it filled with horrific torture devices that would make him talk, a drug that would rob him of his resistance or something that he didn't think about?
``Oh, it seems that you are awake, Mr. Talmak. I hope you are enjoying our hospitality, it's the best we could offer to someone like you'' said the agent, as it placed the suitcase on a table nearby, while staring at him.
Trying to see who was the agent, he noticed that the clothes it was wearing were quite revealing, making him realize that it was full fledged male. If this was a different time, then perhaps he wouldn't mind making that tiger purr, but this wasn't the good time to think about that sort of thing...
''What do you want from me?'' he asked the tiger, wondering if there a point to such a question. After all, he was a prisonner, not someone that could negociate something or was in the position to ask anything at all. But he had to try; there was always a chance that it could work...
The tiger said nothing, as he turned away for a moment, leaving the owl with questions and plans in his mind. He had to act, for he couldn't stay here forever, trapped at the mercy of the whimsy of what the ennemy wanted to do.
As he watched return, he noticed that he was holding a rather large dildo; it was a turn of event he wasn't expecting at all. All he could was to watch the tiger approach him in a slow pace, as if he wanted to make the owl squirm in the thoughts of what was going to happen next.
Without a word, he watched as the feline approached the dildo toward his tailhole, grinning as he was anticipating the next move. This was the time to come up with a genius plan, one that would permit him to escape before he would face the rubbery trial.
But before he could imagine a plan, he felt the tip of the toy rub against his entrance, making him shiver in the process. Although it was a just an a toy, it didn't stop his imagination from coming with all sorts of scenarios, each of them making him his loins ache. He cursed his overactive mind; how could it betray him in such a time? This was not the moment to let his thoughts wander on something as trivial as the desire of the flesh.
However, as the tip of the toy entered him, his objections started to fade. It was larger then he anticipated, but wasn't it just another challenge? He couldn't back down and give up, even if it was playing in the ennemies hands; he had to succeed, to show that he could surpass what was placed in front of him.
As the dildo progressed in him, he couldn't suppress a moan; although he wanted to curse his own weakness, the pleasure was too much for him to ignore. He needed to feel it deeper, to let it thrust in him; the oath and mission were not important anymore, for this what he desired in the moment.
As the sounds escaped him, he felt that the base of the toy slamming against his rear, making him gasp. He couldn't believe that he took it all without struggling too much, but he knew that it was only the beginning.
The thrusts were now starting, a slow pace imposing itself as he wondering what sort of purpose this interrogation was following. However, as it was going in and out of him, this was a concern that once again faded out of his mind, for he wanted to enjoy the moment. Anyway, it's not like he was leaking important information, since he wasn't talking or answering questions...
He was unaware that the tiger, while caressing himself in the process, was starting to undress. As long as the ''prisonner'' would be in this situation, he wouldn't have to worry about anything at all; but soon, he would have to tell him that they were in the same agency. But not now, not when it was just getting fun...