Superheroine Seducing Accountant, Chapter 59: Kate Is Always A Fuckpig
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This whole mission was definitely strange to Kate. She knew about the conveyors, of course, but she just thought of them as the secret to the newfound wealth of the planet. Not a source of a potential threat. And she thought of herself as having a duty to protect and serve the general public against crime, not act as a secret agent.

"The reason you've been selected is that your equivalent from Secundus seems to have gotten into wearing chokers," Director Mira explained. She held out a choker, a thin band. Kate had definitely imagined being given a choker like that, in a few wild fantasies - but not by another woman! She took it. "While you wear this, it won't be possible for you to consciously think about the existence of the two separate worlds. That should protect you from any would-be telepaths."

"Why me, Ma'am?" Kate said.

"I need somebody to put eyes on my equivalent in this new Earth, and you're part of the same little clique as her. As far as we can tell, you're pretty similar in Secundus - well, do you have a boyfriend?"

Kate felt a surge of embarrassment, though she don't think it showed too obviously. Her last boyfriend had broken up with her a month ago, because she'd tried to get him to do certain things with her, and he'd been so disgusted that he'd left right away. "No, Ma'am."

"Do you know a Roger Cooper?" Kate shook her head. "Apparently, Secundus-Katherine is sexually active with him - though he's also sexually active with Secundus-me. This is just gauging from gossip rags and the internet, so who knows how accurate it is. We have a plan to grab Secundus-Katherine. We'll hold and interrogate her, while you temporarily take over her life. Don't destroy it needlessly or anything - we may be able to deal with Secundus peacefully. Maybe even peacefully integrate it into the Federation. Imagine, two Earths of unrestricted genius..." She reached out her hand for a moment. Kate could see the appeal - just their own universe's Mira had brought so much wealth and prosperity to the world. Two of them, though? Who knows. Maybe they could cure inceldom. "Are you willing? There are some other options, if not."

"I'm willing, Ma'am," she said, with a small bow of her head.

"Then Operation Scythrops is a go. Thank you for your service, Katherine."

Kate didn't tell her she preferred Kate - this was the leader of the world, after all! There was no reason to be petty. It's not like they were friends.

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It was weird, trying to think about the whole situation. Her brain rebelled and spun around in odd directions. This was - not - her apartment, but it also was her apartment. She couldn't think of it in any more precise terms than that. The phone in her hand was - not - hers, but it also was hers. It connected to the local cell towers. Cell towers. It was strange to think that they'd been a thing, only a - decade? - ago, but also would obviously still be a thing.

She should stop trying to think about this stuff. It was just annoying.

The phone buzzed. It was a text. From Roger.

Oh. Was he a really needy guy? Shoot. She didn't like guys like that. The - she must have been really desperate.

She felt her cheeks burn. What the hell?! What a bratty little jerk! But... the - her - Kate - she didn't want to ruin her relationship. Maybe there was some reason she was with him? Like, he was rich or something?

Jeez! He was super pushy, too! He better be hot, or Kate would break up with his jerk ass, no matter what - she - thought!

* * *

Oop. Autocorrect got the last line, I thought. Oh well. She knows I meant "get over here, Sow."

* * *

Kate stood in front of Roger's apartment. Fortunately, she had his address saved on her phone, so it was pretty easy to find him. It didn't look like anything special, so he definitely wasn't rich. He had better have a huge dick and a great chest to treat her that way, or - she - would break up with him. She knocked on the door. "Ah," he said, smiling. "There you are. Come in."

She stepped inside his apartment, glancing around. It definitely didn't look rich on the inside, either. And he had the nerve to talk to her like that? "Hey, Roger."

Once she was inside, he shut the door and locked it behind her. "On your knees, Sow," he said.

She paused at the command, confused. On her - Sow? What was going on? "Huh?" She asked.

"Is something wrong, Sow?" Roger asked. He actually sounded a bit concerned.

"N-no," she said. She didn't want him to - get suspicious of her.

"Then why aren't you sucking my cock?" He said.

She felt her cheeks flush at that. The - he was - acting like - such a - asshole! But - she shouldn't - she should, to keep - him treating her like - Kate. Right. She didn't have a choice. She had to have sex with him. The fate of the world depended on it. She didn't have a choice. The fact that her pussy was getting wet, her clit rubbing against her panties, that didn't have anything to do with what she was about to do. She just had to do this. She had no choice. Right? Right.

Her hands trembled softly as she unzipped his pants, revealing his hard cock to the open air. It was big. Hard for her. Hard as he bullied her. Hard as he mistreated her. As he called her names like 'Sow' and as he ordered her around. He wasn't turned off from treating her like this. He was turned on. The scent of his cock was pleasant to her nostrils, as she drank it in. Almost intoxicating, really. Her breathing was shallow as she considered the big, fat, hard cock right in front of her.

"Are you too horny, Sow?" He asked her, his voice pointed, almost accusatory. She wiggled as she knelt in front of him, her gaze going up to his. "You seem to have forgotten that the whole point of sucking cock is to actually put my cock in your throat. The only thing you're good for is sex, have you forgotten how to do that?"

"N-no," she sputtered. She was screwing this up. She was too horny. Too confused. This was way more intense than anything she'd ever experienced before, and she was worried she was going to come just from the sensation of her panties grinding against her clit with every tiny movement.

"No, what?" He asked her. His question was pointed, serious. He took a grip on her hair. He could yank on it, but it wouldn't do anything, but she had to... had to let him have his way with her. She let out a hot pant at that thought. A real life reverse rape scenario. She was in a real life reverse rape scenario, where she was about to be forced to have rough, dominating sex with a hot guy she didn't know. "I asked you a question, Sow. No, what? Did you forget?"

"N-no, Master," she said, hoping that was the right word. God. She was so jealous of - Kate.

He seemed surprised at that, but recovered quickly. "Even better," he told her. "It's good you understand our relative positions. Now get to work using that mouth of yours, Sow," he said, rubbing his dick up against her lips.

"Yes, Master," she said. She gulped. She'd sucked guys off before. But this was different. She'd never been this fucking horny, for one. Was this what - Kate - experienced every day? It must have been amazing. She opened her mouth wide, ready to accept his cock, looking up at him for approval as she slid down his length slowly but surely.

He just smiled at that, gently petting here. "There you go. Good girl. That's a good little fuckpig," he said, continuing to caress her hair sweetly. The humiliation was intense, making her cheeks light up bright red. "Your mouth is all you're good for. Well, that and your tits," he said, reaching down to grope one. He paused as he did so, his expression darkening. "What are you wearing under your top?" He peeled her off, slapping her face with his cock as if to demonstrate what she was to him. "Sow. I asked you a question."

"Wha, what?" She asked, confused.

"It feels like you're wearing a normal bra, not a microkini or lingerie. Is that true?"

"Y-yes," she said. She was so wet. Did Kate have to wear ridiculous outfits like that? God. Her pussy, fuck. She wiggled in place. Her hand reached down towards her groin.

"Sow," he snapped, making her stop. "Why aren't you wearing a microkini or lingerie, when you know that's what you're supposed to wear at all times?"

"I- I forgot, Master," she replied, hoping desperately that was good enough. "I'm sorry?" She squeaked the words out, and he seemed to soften. Not his cock, that was still hard, raging in front of her face, lightly slick with her spit from when she'd stuffed it all the way down her throat. His expression was what softened.

"Do you think you deserve to be punished for forgetting, Sow?" He asked her. He seemed to leave it an open question, even. Like it was really up to her.

Of course. It wasn't. Obviously. She had to answer 'yes.' That was what she would do. Not that she didn't want to answer 'yes.' This guy was just treating her like... a horny little piggy... like the completely degenerate pervert she was, deep down inside. There was harshness in his voice and treatment, but that was because his good, docile little submissive girlfriend had suddenly forgotten how to do her duty. Of course he would be upset. It all made sense. It'd be like forgetting his anniversary, or something. Her pussy was on fire. She was having trouble thinking. But she had to play her role. "Yes."

"What do you think would be an appropriate punishment, for a fuckpig that forgot to wear the lewd underwear she's expected to wear every day?" She let out a mewl at that question, and he slapped her face with his cock. She was going to come without even having his cock in her mouth. Without even touching herself. That's how horny she was.

"I, ahm, don't know, Master," she sputtered, brainlessly.

"I think you do know. You're just too horny to think of it, Sow. So masturbate."

"Yuh, yes, Master," she said, her hands going down for her cunt instantly. It didn't quench the raging inferno in between her thighs, but it instead ignited it. With only a few seconds of frantically rubbing her clit, she was spasming in orgasmic bliss, jerking on the floor in front of this stranger, her boyfriend. He started undoing the buttons on his top, revealing his incredibly sexy chest. He was so gorgeous. How did - Kate land a guy like this? She must have done something incredible. She must have saved his life, or, maybe his mother's life, or his child's life, or something like that.

When she came down from her orgasmic high, she was still really damn horny, panting as she looked up at him. She was so jealous of herself. How come this guy hadn't shown up for her, when she was looking for dudes on Tinder? "Now, Sow. What punishment do you deserve, for not wearing proper underwear?"

"Ah, ahm," she floundered. She had no idea. What sort of punishments did he normally assign? She didn't know! It couldn't be spankings, those wouldn't be a punishment at all... "Just tell me what to say, Master. What punishment do I deserve? You should decide that, not me, a dumb sow." There, that was perfect!

"Hmm," he said, grabbing the back of her head and drawing her onto his cock. She let him, opening her mouth wide and taking his dick into her throat readily. He just held her there, cock buried in her throat. She swallowed around it and licked it. She didn't need to breathe. "You did write me a list of potential punishments, a while back. I guess I could borrow one of those. Would you like that, Sow?" She nodded rapidly, rolling his cock deep inside her throat in the process. She had no idea what - she had said, but given the guy she was with, she - would like it. "I think one of them was a nosehook, pig ears, and a pig buttplug, to signify your status as a horny fuckpig."

She nodded along. That was so obscene. So humiliating. She never would have thought of that as a punishment in a million years, she really had no idea what was going on, but it was incredibly hot. She was being forced to choke on a stranger's cock, forced to suck - her boyfriend off, and her pussy was incandescent from it. Saliva dribbled out over her lower lip as she sucked as best she could, remaining firmly on his groin.

"Well then. I'm glad that you're so happy to be marked as what you are, but I don't remember where that stuff is right now," he said, keeping her face lodged in his groin. "Besides which, I'm enjoying this." He grinned. "Normally you're so well behaved, but right now, it's like you've forgotten everything I've taught you." She shook her head rapidly, eyes going wide. "Are you just wanting to be punished?" She nodded rapidly - yes, believe that, believe she wanted to be punished! She'd gone out of her way to deserve it! He smiled. "Normally you're not this honest, Sow." Fuck- "I'm liking it." He started fucking her face at that point, pounding away.

He was liking it? He was liking her? More than her? That was good, right? M-maybe, when this was all said and done, she could convince him to be her boyfriend/dominant/master/whatever? Would Kate share? She wouldn't mind sharing, she thought. Her throat continued to pound up and down his cock as he slammed away at her throat, balls slapping her chin. He glanced off to one side, making her confused for a moment. "Stitch, you want to help?"

"Huh? What?" Another girl, with short wet hair, dog ears, and a muzzle, currently wearing nothing and toweling herself off from a shower, entered the living room. "Oh, Kate's home. Uh, help how?" She asked, trying to scrub her hair dry, treating Kate like she was just part of the furniture - which was so hot.

Was Kate not really Roger's girlfriend? Was Kate actually his side piece? That made more sense. Kate had managed to get such a hot guy by accepting being second best. That was all she'd ever get. That thought had her grinding her thighs against her pussy. "As a reward, you can touch yourself," Roger said, and instantly, Kate got to work."Can you get the pig stuff?" He asked 'Stitch'.

"Oh. Sure, yeah," Stitch said, going back into the bedroom. "It's definitely hot seeing you completely annihilate that freak's mouth!" She called out, as she worked, speaking about Kate with such casual contempt that it pushed her over the edge, making her spasm and jerk in ecstasy as she was facefucked on Roger's cock. Roger just kept going, clearly enjoying it, and his speed increased and decreased in a bizarre, alien way. She couldn't keep up with him, as his hips bucked. She was confused - was she hypoxic, losing track of time? His balls smacking against her chin at superspeed didn't seem to be as intense as they should, if he was really fucking her that obscenely hard. She didn't need to breathe, though?

Stitch emerged from the bedroom, still naked and dried off, holding a nosehook, a pair of pig ears, and a buttplug with a pig tail coming out of one end. Kate felt her eyes widen as she saw it. That was for her? She... let herself be treated like that? But... it did seem so tempting... he had been calling her sow, after all... she was a horny, desperate, perverted fuckpig, after all... of course she should wear a pig outfit.

Roger suddenly slammed himself balls deep and groaned, obviously unloading right down her throat as he did. She shivered and jerked in place beneath him, saliva dribbling over her lower lip as her eyes rolled up. This was bliss. This was bliss. She was so jealous of herself. She wanted this so bad. She wanted it every day for the rest of her life. She had to figure out how to do that. Roger just peeled her mouth off his cock, leaving her panting before him, the warmth in her cheeks intense. He held in his hands the nosehook and pig ears and buttplug, now. "Oink if you're a good fuckpig," he said to her.

"Oink oink," she went, desperate for his approval, for this to keep going, for this wild sexual dream of hers not to end in a sudden wakeup. "Oink oink oink," she pleaded, and he just grinned, putting on the pig ears first, then affixing the nosehook.

"Now strip, Sow," he ordered her.

She wasn't confused this time. She understood. She was Sow. That was the name that Kate had. She wormed her way out of her pants and panties, finding the latter so obscenely sticky that there was no hope she'd be able to wear them comfortably. Her top, soon flew right over her head, and Roger quickly put the animal ears back in place, as she got her way out of her bra.

"Didn't realize you still wore normal bras," Stitch said. "Or even had them, you horny fuckpig."

"I- wanted to be punished," Kate said. She turned around, raising her ass into the air to present it to Roger. The nosehook tugged at her nostrils, the pig ears added to the humiliation, and Roger was now shoving a buttplug up her ass to complete the look of an obscene little pig woman, which is exactly what she was. Obscene. Pig. A pervert, a degenerate, but one who had blissfully snuck her way into someone else's much better life.

"Hm, how should I fuck you, Sow?" Roger mused, his hand groping her ass cheek. "You're lucky that Bup isn't here," he added, with a small laugh. "She's better than you in every way, you know that, right?"

"Oink oink!" She nodded, agreeing completely. She had no idea who Bup was, but obviously she had to say she was better than her. Kate was just a horny little fuckpig. A pet. A cocksleeve. A fucktoy. She was lucky to be considered worthy of a title like that, that any man even deigned to use her. A fleshlight would make a better partner than her. "Oink oink oink!"

"Yeah, that's right," he said, smacking her ass. "She's smarter than you. A better conversationalist." Kate nodded along, faster and faster, panting heavily. By the way he talked, it was obvious that Bup probably wasn't smarter than her. That Bup was stupid. But that didn't matter. What mattered was humiliating her, putting her down, making her pussy leak all over her inner thighs as she was demeaned over and over again, in ways she never could have predicted. He started rubbing his cock against her pussy, making her pant at the feeling. She was being completely, utterly dominated by a man she barely knew. She had just willingly turned herself over to his control, her cunt dripping and her clit painfully erect from the way he had treated her with such casual contempt.

Then he thrust inside her, and she let out a lewd noise, some mix of a moan and an oink, her pussy clamping down on his cock for a moment as she very nearly came right then and there. He slid along her inner walls, rubbing her most sensitive parts, seeming to stimulate her more and faster than any other man ever had. He started to thrust, then, humping her, fucking her, his hands going to her hips for a moment before sliding up to grope and squeeze her breasts. She took it, salivating at the treatment, her pussy and mouth both leaking like the completely perverted animal that she was.

"Fuck, it's weird how hot it is, seeing you treat her like that," Stitch said, her own voice catching as the dog-girl played with herself. "It's like you're - fuck," she panted. "So hot. Hey, oink, you fuckpig," she commanded.

"Oink, oink!" Kate didn't hesitate. She didn't even think. She was lost in lust, in delight. She was getting fucked like the horny fuckpig she was. "Oink oink oink oink!" She was oinking as hard as she could, as desperately as she could. She was a horny fuckpig getting fucked by a stranger in front of his girlfriend, and she was loving it. "I'm a horny little fuckpig, this is what I want, this is what I've always wanted, I'm so happy~y!" She squealed as a powerful orgasm hit her, her pussy clamping down hard on his cock. He intermittently slid back and forth, every time her inner muscles relaxed enough to let him, just ramming his cock inside her, over and over again.

It felt amazing. It was the best sex of her life. It was unbelievable, especially when his hand slid around to tease her clit, his fingertips moving like something out of the most debauched porno, making her spasm in bliss as an overwhelmingly powerful orgasm hit her, right in the middle of the first. Stitch was saying some degrading things to her, but she didn't care. Roger was fucking her pussy. That cock was fucking her pussy. She was what she was. A complete pervert. She was supposed to be protecting Earth, but instead of doing so, she had decided to get fucked absolutely senseless by her boyfriend. That was the kind of woman she was. Ruled by her cunt.

"Fuck, you're tight today," Roger said, and Kate could only nod in reply. She certainly couldn't speak. She managed to get out a warbled oink, before he gave her ass a swat. "No need to talk, Sow. I know. You're only good for sex, and not even that good at that, so you've been practicing, right?" She nodded along, though he could have asked her literally any question and at this point she probably would have nodded. "That's what I thought." His hand reached for her buttplug, and he started to use it to rub at her insides, making her gasp and quiver, another orgasm hitting her in short order.

"She sure is a quickshot, huh," Stitch breathed, playing with herself even then. "A totally pathetic lover. It's just, just, you being nice, that's getting her fucked," she said. Kate could only nod in agreement to that, too. There was no other explanation.

"Yeah, probably," Roger agreed. "What do you think, Sow? Do you think you've done anything to deserve my cock?"

She shook her head and oinked. His fingers sped up - impossibly - on her pussy, and her pleasure only grew, as another powerful orgasm hit her. She lost control of herself, starting to just piss on the floor. "Goddammit," he shouted, as she lost control and squirted urine out. "Fucking Christ, Kate," he said, slowing down and switching to her actual name, which made her worried she'd completely pissed him off. "You're going to have to clean up that mess, you know that, right?"

"Yesh, Mashter," she slurred out, looking over him wide-eyed, terrified she'd screwed things up. "Sorry, Master," she said, desperate energy filling the words. "I'm so sorry, Master, I'm sorry, it just felt too good, please don't be mad at m-eee!" She squealed as he started to pump away, stuffing two fingers into her mouth, running them along her tongue. She jerked and twitched in pleasure as he fucked her like that, quietly gagging her with his fingertips. It felt amazing. She came again.

At that point, Roger finally bottomed out in her pussy and groaned, just ejaculating deep inside her. She was so, so fucking lucky that she was on the pill. She couldn't imagine how screwed she'd be if she got pregnant now, of all times. Once he was finished, he pulled out of her. He admired her naked body for a second, then gave her ass a swat. "Clean up, Sow. Now. It's your mess."

"Yes, Master, sorry, Master," she said, hurriedly forcing herself to unsteady legs, then just using her flight power, floating over to the kitchen. She had no idea where the stain remover was, so it took her a minute to find it, and she grabbed the paper towels before heading back to the living room. The door to the bedroom was open, and the bed was visible, as she squirted the cleanup spray and quietly wiped at the floor, doing her best not to make a mess. She didn't want to ruin this for - herself. Her gaze kept flicking up to the bedroom, though. Roger was on top of Stitch, kissing the slender girl with the weird face, treating her lovingly, even occasionally saying aloud how much better she was than Kate. How much sexier she was.

It was hot. Watching wasn't the mission, but... she... was pretty sure the show was partly for her benefit, anyway... so... she could watch.

At least Mira had no idea what she was doing.

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Mira rubbed her brow. She had put the bugs in the choker without telling Katherine about them in order to avoid the risk of anyone else discovering them, particularly by overhearing her thoughts. But now, reviewing the automated transcript... the woman had pretty much immediately started getting fucked by Secundus-Katherine's lover. Not just any sex, either. The kind of sex where you came hard and fast, and then you obediently cleaned up your own piss squirt when you were through, while the guy fucked another woman in hearing range.

She wasn't begrudging Katherine for enjoying herself. Even for enjoying herself in a kinky way. But she had honestly expected more focus out of a decorated member of the ESF.

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