Becoming an Arms Dealer's Pet (Chuck)

A/N: Becoming an Arms Dealer's Pet was a commissioned one shot originally written back in June of 2020. Posting it here now for people to enjoy!

Themes: Rough Sex, Dom/Sub, Breeding

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She doesn't regret tossing the phone into the pool… or rather, she does, but not because of Chuck. She doesn't want to talk to Chuck right now, but that phone had quite a lot of other value in a number of other ways, so she probably shouldn't have destroyed it, given it was her only tangible lifeline to the outside world. And she's beginning to question exactly why she's here in the first place.

Of course, being a consummate professional, Sarah doesn't let this show on her face, at least not at first. The blonde turns back from the pool she's just tossed her phone into and moves to lay down on the empty lounge chair next to her current target, an arms dealer who she only knows by the name of Giles. Getting closer to the foreign man and finding out everything there is to know about him, and his organization is in fact Sarah's mission here… but it's not like any mission she's ever been on before.

This… this is a seduction mission, straight up. And she'd taken it because of Chuck, because she was angry at Chuck, because she wanted to get back at him. Sarah Walker has never taken a seduction mission before now. At least, not a straight seduction mission like this one, that involved milking the target for months and finding out everything she could, before ultimately leaving him alive so that the CIA could make further use of him down the line.

It's funny, Sarah has killed a lot of people. She's an assassin, it's what she does. But she's never slept with a man for the CIA before, not once. Seduction has only ever played a part in making her marks lower their guard, and long before anything truly sexual can occur, Sarah has already taken their life. Now though, she's expected to sleep with this man, this criminal for months, expected to let him do whatever he wants with her body… and she's not even going to get the satisfaction of taking his life at the end.

She has to get out of here. It's a startling realization, and completely contrary to Sarah's work ethic, her loyalties, and everything she ever thought she knew about herself… but it's the truth. She doesn't like what she'll have to become for this mission to succeed, she doesn't want to see who she'll turn into. She-

"My darling… you seem troubled. What's on your mind?"

Sarah nearly jumps off of the lounge chair, and has to restrain her initial reaction, which would be to throw a jab right into Giles' jugular. The man has managed to startle her badly, even though she'd known when she laid down that he was only a few feet away on his own lounge chair. He had, after all, been the one to hand her the phone in the first place.

Now though, now he's right next to her, smiling at her with a shocking amount of concern as he looks at her curiously. Inwardly, Sarah is beating herself up for seemingly letting her true feelings show on her face. That was just… no good, whatsoever. Plastering her best fake smile on her face, the blonde spy bats her eyelashes at Giles in just the way she knows turns him on by this point, after having spent a week in his company, despite them not having slept together yet.

"Nothing, I'm fine. But thank you for worrying."

He considers her for a moment before smiling and nodding… and going in for a kiss. Sarah lets him kiss her of course, she even kisses him back… but there's a noticeable hesitation in the blonde as she does so, as their lips press against each other. She can already tell that her heart not being in it is fairly obvious, something that she inwardly curses herself for, even as Giles pulls back and raises an eyebrow at her.

"Fine, are we? I assume this is about that man who was trying to call you. This… Chuck?"

Sarah's eyes widen, and she knows she's already given the game away with her reaction, but she's just so damn surprised. It only takes a moment for the femme fatale to connect the dots though and realize she really shouldn't be. Giles had handed her the phone, after all, and had almost certainly looked at it first. He'd seen Chuck's face, he'd seen his name, he'd seen… he'd seen too much.

The blonde is half-ready to kill the arms dealer then and there and let the consequences of the act fall upon her, whatever they turned out to be. But before she can make a decision one way or the other, Giles surprises her.

"Would you like to talk about it?"

She's only known this man for a week, but even still, Sarah hadn't expected him to ever be carrying or kind or… whatever this was. And yet, once again, she finds herself wondering why not. Had she not just spent a week leading this man along? The amount of space that Giles had given her this past week was, in hindsight, patently ridiculous. A man of his wealth and influence and power, in the heart of his domain… she shouldn't have really had a say in the matter, but he'd not made any untoward advances in her direction, despite that ostensibly being the reason she was here in the first place, to be his fuck toy.

… It's a moment of weakness, in the end. She's feeling weak, and she's let herself become vulnerable to attack in a hostile environment. That's the excuse Sarah uses, even as she moves her gorgeous, bare legs out of the way so that he can sit on the lounge chair with her. And then Sarah talks, and lets herself reveal a lot more than she probably should, certainly more than she intends.

She doesn't expose her true purpose here, or her connections with the CIA, of course. She's not that stupid. But… Giles turns out to be so much better a listener than the blonde would have thought possible, and there's no denying that Sarah Walker has needed a therapist for a long, long time. Certainly, an arms dealer that the CIA was investigating was NOT the right kind of man to be bringing her problems to, and this was NOT the kind of place to be having this heart to heart… but it's been simmering beneath the surface for so long, and apparently she doesn't get to choose when it finally boils over.

Sarah is surprised at just how caring Giles is turning out to be. She's starting to wonder if maybe… if maybe she misjudged the man. He listens to her for what feels like hours… and when they finally start making out, the blonde is ashamed to admit that it's not Giles who goes in for a kiss this time. It's her. Lured into a false sense of security, Sarah is having the best make out session of her entire life before she knows it.

Giles is a phenomenal kisser, she quickly discovers, even as she pushes him back onto the lounge chair, straddling him in her sexy white bikini, running her hands across his chess and kissing him for all she's worth. He kisses her right back, of course, their tongues doing the tango and tangling with one another constantly as they swap spit back and forth. His hands, meanwhile, are all over her body eventually, but Sarah can't bring herself to mind. After all, it would be hypocritical to back out now, when she was the one who'd started this.

Maybe… maybe this seduction mission wouldn't be so bad after all. If it was a man like Giles, then… it was alright, if he had her. She would still report to the CIA, of course, she had to, if she didn't they would assume she'd turned and send others to deal with her permanently. Besides, as much as she was starting to grow affectionate for the foreign arms dealer, he was still a criminal. She would eventually have to leave him, and the CIA would move him and take over from where she left off.

But for now… for now, Sarah doesn't see a problem in letting herself go, just a tad. Who says that you can't enjoy the mission, right? When Giles goes for the back of her bikini top, Sarah doesn't stop him. As he sensually strips her out of the swim suit, she lets it happen, moaning into his mouth all the while as his hands find her now naked flesh, from cupping and squeezing her sizable breasts to groping and kneading her perky posterior.

Sarah loses herself in the pleasure, and somehow finds herself on her back, rather than on top. Giles looms over her, spreading her legs wide, pressing the tip of a truly massive member against her slit, and all Sarah can think is that he's exceptionally well-endowed, and she wants him inside of her even if she's not sure he'll fit and- Giles thrusts in, and Sarah sees stars, even as a loud, wanton moan leaves her lips, followed by cries of ecstasy.

Giles, meanwhile, is holding her tightly as he fucks her rather roughly, no longer as gentle, or slow or caring as he was before. He's fucking her like a man would fuck a woman, not making love to her… and yet, Sarah finds she doesn't mind all that much, especially given his dirty talk.

"That's right, my darling. Sing for me. I want to hear you; I want to make you cry out my name. Don't stop, sweetheart, don't you dare stop."

His foreign accent makes his words even more arousing, and Sarah whimpers before crying out again, unable to stop even if she wanted to. She sings for Giles just as he's demanded of her, and soon enough is orgasming around his cock quite explosively, cumming her brains out in a way no man before this arms dealer has ever done for her.

But to be fair, Sarah has spent her entire life focused on being in control. She'd handpicked the few men that she'd ever actually slept with, for all that she played the part of the gorgeous seductress so damn well. She'd never been a slut before now, never gone out of her way to sleep with any man she wanted to. She'd only ever fucked those who were 'safe', who she knew she could control, be it with her looks, or her mind, or her personality.

Control, control, control. For the first time in her life, Sarah was giving it up. She was relinquishing control. She never thought she would enjoy being subordinate, being submissive to a man… but right now, here with Giles, getting fucked on this lounge chair like the piece of eye candy she's currently pretending to be… it turns her on immensely.

Giles is more of a man than anyone Sarah has ever been with or fancied, and while that may not be fair to Chuck… she's not exactly feeling overly generous to him right now anyways. In the end, it's all for the mission, of course. As Sarah cums around Giles' hard, thick, pistoning rod over and over again, that's what she tells herself. She's doing this for the mission. This is what a seduction mission should be, right? Lulling the target into a false sense of security, because the submissive slut he expects her to be…

It's not like she'll actually ever fall for Giles or anything like that. The man is a criminal, at the end of the day, and while she might come to like him as a person, she'll always remember what he really is… she won't fall in love with him. After the disaster that was Chuck… Sarah promises herself that she won't fall in love with anyone, ever again. But some no-strings attached monkey sex? Perhaps that the femme fatale can get behind.

Of course, a few moments later as Giles groans and his tone changes and she can tell he's about to cum, Sarah belatedly realizes that he doesn't have a condom on as he explodes inside of her… and she can't exactly tell him off for it, given what their dynamic is supposed to be. Plus, she might just be orgasming right alongside him as he cums, her eyes rolling back in her head, her treacherous body loving every last moment of it.

… She'll make sure nothing comes of it later, whenever they're finally done. Which is not now, Sarah can already tell, as Giles' cock pulses and throbs inside of her, not growing softer even a little after his initial ejaculation. When they make eye contact and he gives her a wide grin, she blushes and smiles back at him, before giving him a nod.

As he proceeds to start fucking her on the lounge chair AGAIN, without even so much as a five minute break, Sarah moans and squeals and screams her ecstasy… not having to fake even a moment of it.

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"Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk…"

It's the next morning, and they're still going at it. As Sarah slurps and slobbers all over Giles' cock, giving him the sloppiest, most enthusiastic blowjob of her life, she finds herself staring up at the man as he tosses his head back and groans emphatically. This was… the half-day had been amazing. The sun had just begun to set when Chuck called, and she and Giles had started this soon after. And now here they were, and the sun was starting to rise, the first rays of sunlight making their way through the nearby glass doors that lead out onto a veranda.

Yes, they weren't next to the pool at this point, at least. Sarah's fairly sure they would have stopped long ago if that were the case. Eventually though, they'd moved things to Giles' bedroom, and had continued off there. Right now, the foreign arms dealer was sitting on the edge of his bed, which they'd already put to use several times, and he was letting her kneel between his legs on the soft shag carpet and suck his cock with all her might.

She wanted… she wanted to satisfy him. That was why she was going so hard at this point, she honestly kind of felt like she owed him something, almost. The crazy amount of sex they'd just gotten done having… it'd been fucking fantastic. And while Sarah knows deep down inside that enjoying the mission THIS much is wrong and she shouldn't be letting herself get attached, she honestly can't deny herself.

Instead, the gorgeous blonde femme fatale continues to slobber up and down the length of Giles' cock, alternating between choking herself on his member and gurgling around the base of his cock, and lapping at his shaft and slurping at his balls when she needs a breath. She keeps this up for as long as she can… meaning, for as long as Giles allows.

There's no doubt about it, Giles is in control here. Not once has Sarah been able to wrest it from the arms dealer since they started, though she also hasn't been overly motivated to try. Oh sure, there are times when she makes her own decisions. Getting down on her knees and cleaning Giles off before deep-throating his cock? That had been a decision she'd made after the latest round of mind-blowing sex had left her wobbly legs feeling even more like jelly then they already did.

It was at that point that Sarah had decided an extended stay on her knees between the big-dicked man's legs was in order, because she'd wanted to continue paying him back (worshipping him) and she still had her mouth to do so with, right? However, when Giles decides he wants to move along… they very quickly move along.

His hand closes on her hair and before Sarah can even react, he's yanking her off of his cock, an abortive cry leaving her lips as he pulls her up to her feet for a split second, before spinning and tossing her onto the bed. The domineering man is on top of her a moment later, his feet hooking on the inside of her ankles and his hands covering the back of her hands as he forces her arms and legs apart. She ends up spread eagle, even as he impales her from behind, his cock smoothly entering her already juicy, wet, and creampied twat for the umpteenth time.

As he begins to prone-bone her right there on the bed, Sarah doesn't even consider resisting or fighting back. And she should… she really should. Even if this is the first true long-term seduction mission that Sarah has ever been on, she's still been trained for this sort of thing. Unfortunately, when it comes to her current mark, all training has been thrown out the window.

After all, her training recommended giving in where necessary and exhausting her target with her body until he couldn't get it up anymore. Then, once he was asleep, she was supposed to have slipped away in the night so that he didn't wake up with her by his side. She was supposed to be playing hard to get, at least in the beginning, so that he wouldn't grow tired of her and toss her out on her ass. So that he would want to chase after her.

For the past week, Sarah had probably been playing a little TOO hard to get. But now, she'd gone the other direction, to the opposite extreme. She was acting like a slut, making it too easy, letting him fuck her all night long. But then, her training was useless in the current situation, because the man that the CIA had sent her to seduce and get close to… he hadn't ever gotten tired. So far, he'd not exhausted this seemingly endless reservoir of stamina he had, so there hadn't been a chance to slip away in the night, there'd been no rest for either of them.

At this point, Sarah is in awe of the foreign man. As Giles fucks her into the bed face down for the umpteenth time, she wonders whether he might be more than just a man, whether he might be super-human. He's… he's incredible, and honestly, Sarah just can't get enough.

Of course, little does she know… this is all by design. All of it, from the caring act that Giles had put on, to the marathon half-day of sexy he's now put the gorgeous blonde femme fatale through. The arms dealer has been greatly enjoying breaking in his new pet… while at the same time knowing exactly who and what Sarah Walker is.

The information about her true identity had actually come in yesterday morning, the same day that that idiot who'd let her slip away had tried to call. Giles had read her file and knew about her recent heartbreak from the CIA itself, hilariously enough. Both Sarah and the organization she worked for had underestimated him, monstrously so.

Giles didn't just know Sarah was a spy, he knew about her past missions, he knew this was her first time taking on a seduction mission that wasn't meant to end in the death of the target. Honestly, knowing she was usually an assassin had made him a bit more nervous… but when the idiot woman had actually gone as far as to toss her own phone in his pool, destroying one of her connections to her past… Giles had seen the vulnerability in that action, and pounced.

Obviously, Sarah would have other ways to get messages to the CIA, of course, and probably far more secure methods then using her smart phone that she left in easy reach of him all the time. But in the end, cutting herself off from the people who cared about her, like dear old Chuck… it was the first step to making her his. And that was exactly what Giles had ultimately decided to do.

Sarah Walker might be a spy, sent here by the CIA to get close to him, but she was so damn sexy that Giles had decided to turn the tables on her and seduce the bitch away from the CIA and make her his. That was where the drugs came in. No… not drugs for Sarah. The arms dealer was not an idiot. He knew the likelihood of successfully managing to slip any sort of drugs, from roofies to something more… designer, would likely be an exercise in futility.

Not to mention, if he tried to drug her and failed, well, Sarah would probably consider the mission a wash altogether and kill him on the spot. Giles liked living, thank you very much, and Sarah was like a tigress living in his home, a majestic, gorgeous beast that had to be treated with respect until she could be tamed properly.

That was where the last several hours came in. After formulating his plan yesterday, Giles was the one who had ultimately taken designer drugs with lunch, not Sarah. By the time that buffoon had called, and Sarah had tossed her phone into the pool, the drugs had already begun kicking in. Tricking the vulnerable blonde into opening up to him and confessing her woes to him had honestly not been the original plan, but it HAD made things a lot easier, ultimately.

As he continues to prone-bone Sarah into the bed, as he holds her down and fucks her sopping wet twat with all his might, Giles wonders what might be going through the blonde's head at this point. She moans wantonly and her inner walls tighten around his cock again, making it clear she's experiencing yet another orgasm. The bitch has cum more times than Giles can count by now, and it's obvious she's not going to stop any time soon. The floodgates have been opened and will not be closed.

It's equally obvious that no man has ever treated the blonde like this before. His new pet is no stranger to sex, that much is crystal clear, but she's definitely used to being in control. Giles made sure to strip that away from her early on. He let her initiate things and let her push him down and straddle him as they made out and he stripped her of that sexy white bikini… but then he'd flipped her over and been fucking her before she could even react.

From them on, Giles had maintained control, just as he was now, pounding into her from above and behind, humping her gorgeous, sweat-covered body. As he fucks her for the umpteenth time since they started yesterday, Giles groans. His plan, to take advantage of Sarah's broken heart and show her what a real man can do (with some help from some designer drugs that cost him a pretty penny and have helped him maintain his strength, stamina, and cum production all this time) is proceeding nicely.

He's also getting close to cumming again, and with a wicked grin on his face, the arms dealer leans forward, grabbing Sarah by her beautiful blonde locks and lifting her head up as he lets his hot breath ghost across her ear. She shivers, and then trembles as he speaks.

"I'm going to cum inside of you again, my dear. I'm going to fill your twat with another thick, hot load of my seed. And you're just going to let it happen, aren't you pet? Because you want it. You want my essence filling your womb, you horny, naughty MINX!"

With that final shouted word, Giles groans and lets loose, just as he promised he would. Sarah, meanwhile, shrieks in orgasmic, ecstatic bliss. She knows, deep down inside that having unprotected sex with this man is wrong. He's a criminal after all, and her mark besides. She shouldn't have let him cum inside of her that first time, let alone the dozen or so times since that he's fucked a thick hot load into her as the hours have gone by.

But at this point, Sarah is afraid of breaking this magical connection she's feeling… in the end, she allows him to have her bareback yet again, even cumming with him as he ejaculates inside of her, as she's done every single time before now. His white, hot seed paints the insides of her already-coated womb without fail, and Sarah shudders as her eyes roll back in her skull, as she takes all he has to offer her… and lets him do as he wants with her.

It's for the mission… it's all for the mission… right?

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It's been several weeks, and Sarah has to admit… it's not for the mission, anymore. In fact, at this point she's come to a decision, not that she's told anyone, even Giles, what that decision is. For over two weeks now, Sarah has been faking her reports to the CIA. Before, she'd just been… omitting certain details, like her own feelings for the man. She'd simply, in clinical terms, explained that she was getting close to the arms dealer, that he'd taken her into his bed, and she was making moves to learn more about his operations.

However, two weeks ago… she'd actually started to learn more about his operations, and Sarah had been confronted with the stark realization that the more she told her handlers, the more she gave the CIA… the more likely it would be that she'd be pulled out and sent along on her next mission. After all, there was no one piece of intel that the CIA wanted from this man above all else. Sarah had no concrete end goal to this mission.

That meant that at any time, the CIA could decide she'd found out enough and pull her out, reassigning her as they liked to another mission if they felt her talents were being wasted where she currently was. So… so, for the past two weeks, as Giles has begun letting her more into his life and telling her more information that her superiors would DESPERATELY love to know… Sarah has begun faking her reports, telling the CIA none of what she's learned, and instead making up a story about how she's onto a huge lead, that Giles has big things going on behind the scenes, and that she NEEDS to stay by his side in order to find out what it is.

So far, it's worked. And in the meantime, Giles has been fucking her every single day, dominating her throughout his villa, in practically every room of the place. He's fucked her on every horizontal and vertical surface that the house has by this point, Sarah's quite sure… and she's loved every last moment of it, as shameful as that is to admit.

It's so easy to let go, while she's with Giles. So easy to just let her worries and stress fade away as she instead focuses on what's most important to her these days… her and Giles' pleasure. Case in point, right now. For the moment, they're on the floor of Giles' living room, with him fucking her doggystyle. There's a reason for that… for all of lunch, Sarah was acting like his bitch, like his pet.

She's still wearing the black silk choker he gave her to symbolize her collar, as a matter of fact, as well as the sexy, slutty black lingerie he had her put on earlier that morning. This set of lingerie is sluttier than most Sarah has worn throughout her life, mostly because it does absolutely nothing to cover up anything. There are distinct openings in both the bra and the panties that leave her breasts and nipples poking through, as well as her clit and her dripping wet slit and even her anus.

In the end, the ensemble is just a bunch of silk and lace that caresses her more sensitive bits while framing her body for Giles' amusement and pleasure. Pleasure that he's taking right now, fucking her from behind as he is, plowing his bitch in heat like he owns her… which, at this point he might as well. Sarah can't get enough of it if she's being honest. She doesn't want this to ever end… she wants Giles to fuck her forever, wants him to use her for his pleasure for the rest of her life.

Giles, meanwhile, is fully aware of the inner turmoil his pet has been experiencing for weeks now. After all, his people have been monitoring her outgoing communications, including the reports she's been sending to the CIA. The contents of which, he's been privy to since discovering just what Sarah is. The gorgeous spy had been very naughty indeed, but Giles didn't mind, not truly. It wasn't like she'd told them anything important, or anything like that.

When he finally felt like Sarah was ready for a test, he'd gone ahead and begun dropping some tasty, juicy morsels her way, curious to see what she would do with them. Would she send them along to her handlers in the CIA, no muss, no fuss… or had he judged her progress correctly, was it true that she was coming along oh so nicely?

Needless to say, Giles was quite pleased indeed when Sarah's reports had said nothing about the 'very important' details he'd let her discover about his business. Instead, she'd begun outright lying to and misleading her superiors… all for him. It was then that Giles knew he had her, that Sarah's training was coming along nicely, even if the blonde didn't know she was being trained, that she was being programmed and conditioned into his loving sex pet. Lots of positive reinforcement, that was the key to reprogramming a CIA agent like Sarah Walker, Giles had quickly discovered.

As he continues to fuck her from behind doggystyle, as he continues to plow the blonde bitch with all his might, Giles grins, deciding it's finally time to confront her about her 'secret' from him. Reaching around, he gropes her tits and hums consideringly.

"… I haven't failed to notice, you know. Did you think you could keep it from me, darling?"

Sarah tenses beneath him, but Giles just continues fucking her, unperturbed and all too casual.

"You were so fit when you first came to me… but you're beginning to soften up, aren't you? Despite how much we… 'work out' every day, heh."

He gives her fat jugs a nice squeeze, drawing a whimpering moan from his pet's lips.

"I can feel the milk filling your growing tits, you naughty minx. Admit it… tell the truth now, you silly slut."

Sarah hangs her head, clearly afraid to answer him, terrified to confirm that he's truly broken her, transforming her from a CIA Agent into a pregnant bitch in love with a criminal. Grinning wickedly, Giles fucks her all the harder, and soon enough Sarah is tossing her head back again as he pounds her into yet another orgasm. Chuckling, he tugs on her blonde locks, forcing her head to stay up.

"I'm waiting, sweetheart…"

"… I-It's true… I-I'm pregnant, y-you knocked me up s-sir…"

Giles chuckles darkly, beyond thrilled at that knowledge, even as he begins to fuck her again, despite having just cum. The designer drugs he took back when he'd first concocted this plan… he's not even on them anymore. There's no need because the effects they had have become permanent. He's almost always hard these days, always ready to go, always ready to fuck all through the night until the break of dawn and then some.

With a gorgeous fuck toy like Sarah Walker catering to his every whim, it's not been that much of a hardship. And given he has no intentions of ever letting her go, he doesn't imagine he'll ever really mind the permanent changes to his physiology. Though it does make him wonder if he can't potentially lure in another female agent to fuck into a second plaything. If he brought it up to Sarah, would she be willing to use her connections in the CIA to bring one of her fellow femme fatales into this spider web he's concocted? Heh… certainly food for thought.

But for now, Giles is focused entirely on Sarah, on his pregnant pet and her softening body. He growls as he continues to fuck her from behind, as he continues to plow her like the bitch she is.

"Good… very good, pet. This won't be the last child you carry in your womb for me, either. You're going to be my breeding mare for a long while."

Sarah cums hard at hearing that, and it's not long after that Giles fills her with his spunk again as well. With a chuckle, the foreign arms dealer pulls out of Sarah and lets her fall forward flat on her face, still leaking his cum. As he leaves to find a snack, having a much higher metabolism then before as well, Sarah stays where she is, face down, ass up like the slut she's become… and contemplates her new life.

There's no doubt in her mind that she's going to continue lying to the CIA about Giles. At some point though, she's probably going to have to tell her new 'boyfriend' who she really is. It'll probably be fine, because Sarah has already decided she's going to allow him to knock her up as much as he wants, for as long as he wants. This… this is the endgame for Sarah. This is where she belongs.

Giles has shown her what a horny little bitch Sarah Walker truly is… and the blonde has no intentions of ever leaving him.

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