ditzydolls:Agent Tucker tried not to wince as the tile inches from her head shattered to pieces. S

ditzydolls: Agent Tucker tried not to wince as the tile inches from her head shattered to pieces. Shrapnel exploded out from it, and Agent Tucker pressed herself into a deeper crouch, back to the wall, trying to make the most of the small amount of cover she had. There was another shot that went wide, and then a moment of silence.  Now, she thought, spinning deftly and popping up, pistols drawn. She fired twice as she rose, trying to give herself some cover, and then emptied half a clip in the area where she thought the attackers were hiding. She swung from left to right, pistols out and arms extended, watching for motion. Nothing. She swung back, more slowly, not yet daring to hope that she’d actually gotten them- Something hit her in the chest, hard. She was knocked off her feet. I’m hit, I’m shot, she immediately thought, and only her years of training allowed her to slam a tight, heavy lid on the rising panic. She scrambled back behind cover before she could be struck again.  She looked down at her chest to assess the damage and saw… nothing. She was fine. What the fuck? It had felt like a freight train struck her. What had hit her? There was some slight redness on her sternum, but other than that, she didn’t have a scratch. Some kind of energy weapon? There were rumors that Baleman Labs was working on something like that, but… that should have left a burn, or fried some tissue, or something. The hell was this? Agent Tucker shook it off. Don’t overthink it, she told herself. You can solve the Mystery of Why Am I Not Bleeding to Death later. For now, locate the shooter and neutralize him. As if on cue, the gunfire started back up. Two rounds slammed into the concrete Agent Tucker had her back to. It held fast, and would continue to, but being pinned down like this wasn’t going to work. She gritted her teeth and readied herself to pop up again and return fire. She spun, ready to stand… …and nearly fell over. She was so dizzy! She looked down at her body, confused at how it had suddenly betrayed her. Years of training had gotten her to an absolute physical peak. She never had this sort of problem. But now, suddenly, she felt off-balance and weak.  Actually… had her hips always been this wide? And… she tugged down her zipper a bit, letting her breasts breathe a bit more freely. Had she always had such big, bouncy boobies?  Agent Tucker smiled a little at that. Big bouncy boobies, she thought. She set down one of her guns and poked her boobs tentatively, giggling at how it wiggled and jiggled. They’d always done that - right? She twirled a strand of long red hair as she thought. Actually… didn’t her hair used to be brown? And short? There was another blast of gunfire, springing her out of her reverie. Agent Tucker squatted down clumsily, and when the shots ceased, picked up both guns and hopped to her feet. She returned fire, putting a dozen shots all over the place. How were you supposed to aim these silly things, anyway? “Whoa, whoa!” a voice called. “Okay, we give up! We surrender!” Agent Tucker poked her head out from behind the cover, pistols at the ready. “Yeah,” a second voice called, “You win! We’ll let you suck us off now.” She cocked her head, looking out towards where the voices were coming from. “Huh?” she called back. “Well, that’s what you said you wanted,” the first voice called. Two armed guards slid out from behind some of the rubble, hands in the air. “You said we had to surrender and let you suck our cocks, whether we like it or not. Right?” He turned to his comrade-in-arms. “Yup,” the second guard said, his hands also empty and over his head. “That’s how I remember it. We won’t fight you, Agent Tucker. We’ll come quietly.” He grinned at her. Agent Tucker was confused by that. Had she really said that? It was strange… but so was everything else right now! She considered for a moment, then grinned triumphantly. She’d won! “Well… good!” she said. “Get over here, then, and get those cocks out!” She slid down onto her knees as the two grinning guards approached, hastily undoing their belts. Agent Tucker took the first cock into her mouth, proud of her victory. The second guard stood next to them, stroking himself as he watched. “Don’t worry - once we’re done here, we’ll bring you right to Mr. Baleman,” he said. “I know you were very insistent he test out the rest of his bimbofication gadgets on you.” Agent Tucker didn’t know what he meant by that. She moved to pull the cock from her mouth and ask, but the first guard grabbed her by the hair and held her in place. “Ohhh, right, I almost forgot about that,” he said, voice a bit tense from Agent Tucker’s ministrations. “You said it was too dangerous to test on other women, and offered up yourself. Very heroic, we all thought.” That does sound like me, Agent Tucker thought as she bobbed her head on the guard’s cock. Very heroic. “Yeah, like you said - if Baleman’s tech can turn the great Agent Tucker into a gullible, cocksucking bimbo slut, then it’ll definitely work on the rest of the women in the city.” That seemed like sound logic to Agent Tucker. She was glad she managed to subdue these two guards. She was keeping the city safe. The first guard tensed and grunted, and Agent Tucker could feel him getting ready to cum. She bobbed her head faster, caressing his balls, trying to coax the cum from him. “So yeah - we’ll bring you right to Mr. Baleman,” the second guard said, “right after we both cum down your throat twice. Like you wanted.” The first guard grunted loudly, and a thick stream of cum shot into Agent Tucker’s mouth. She swallowed greedily, proud of herself, and thought Another successful mission. This is so very good, I love heroine type women falling prey to bimbo brainwashing! -- source link

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