Infidelity in the Congo (Chuck)

Infidelity in the Congo (Chuck)

A/N: Infidelity in the Congo was a commissioned one-shot originally written back in March of 2020. Posting it up here for people to enjoy!

Summary: In which Justin Sullivan, the Ring Agent assigned to watch over the newlyweds Ellie and Devon, decides to do far more than watching... by the time he's done, Eleanor Woodcomb nee Bartowski will belong to him, mind, body, and soul.Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

Themes: NTR, Rough Sex, Breeding

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Everything is going according to plan. Which means that it should be fine for him to go off-script, just a little bit. Holding a specially prepared bottle and plastering a concerned smile on his face, Justin Sullivan makes his way over to Ellie Woodcomb nee Bartowski's side. The beautiful young brunette is currently standing vigil outside of a quarantine tent holding her husband, Devon Woodcomb. The man is currently in a coma, supposedly because he's come down with Malaria.

But of course, Justin knows better. To everyone around camp and in the Doctors Without Borders program, including Devon and Ellie, Justin Sullivan was just the Camp Security Coordinator. He was the man in charge of keeping the good doctors and their patients safe from the dangers of the Congo. Or so they all thought. In truth, Justin Sullivan was an Agent of the Ring, a secretive criminal organization bent towards serving the interests of the powerful.

Justin has never been the most moralistic individual. Power belonged to those who were willing to take it, willing to grab it with both hands and refuse to let go. In that way, the Ring very much resonated with him as an individual, and in the time that he'd been one of the organization's Agents, he'd most certainly prospered.

This hadn't been his favorite mission though, at least not at first. He'd been ordered to watch over the newly wed couple that was Ellie and Devon Woodcomb while they were on their mission to the Congo for Doctors Without Borders. Not because of either of the happily married pair in particular... but because of Ellie's family. Ellie Woodcomb had been born Ellie Bartowski, and the Bartowski family had proven to be more than just a thorn in the ring's side.

There was some minor hope that Ellie's father, Stephen Bartowski, might actually try to get in contact with his daughter, now that she was so far out of the way. That was the main reason why Justin was out here, had been sent ahead in fact when Ellie and Devon's plans to come to the Congo had first been uncovered. He'd already been in place when they'd first arrived, even managing to get their respect rather early on when he killed a poisonous snake going after them during their first meal in camp.

But their respect wasn't something Justin cared all that much about. In the end, most of his attention had become all too focused on one Eleanor Bartowski. He preferred not to think of Ellie by her married name, because in truth... he'd become increasingly enamored with the young woman, ever since she'd arrived in the Congo. He'd taken a liking to her, the good doctor was absolutely gorgeous after all, and her husband... her husband irritated him something fierce.

Devon Woodcomb was a handsome goody two-shoes who had clearly won the lottery that was life. From his good looks to his admittedly remarkable intellect, he'd gone ahead and put it all to good use in becoming a doctor. The man was just too damn nice in Justin's humble opinion. He made every other man in existence look bad in comparison, just by being this... golden boy of sorts.

Not to mention, he'd taken Ellie off the market, something Justin had become increasingly convinced he could never forgive the other man for. Nor was it something he decided he could continue to let stand. When the orders had come down from on high to make sure that the married couple returned to Burbank, Justin had been given a few different options for how to make that a reality.

One of those options, he'd leapt at the opportunity to enact, and now his handiwork lay there in the quarantine tent, staring him right in the face and pleasing the sadistic man to no end. Devon Woodcomb didn't have malaria... but he had all the signs of it, and given he was in a coma now, there was nothing anyone could do... but prepare to ship him and his distraught wife back home for better care in a United States Hospital.

But that would take time... time that Justin fully intended to use to his advantage. With a sympathetic look on his face, the Ring Agent finally comes to a stop at Ellie's side, holding out the cannister of water he's brought her.

"You need to drink something. Here."

Ellie barely spares him a glance, her eyes fixated through the tent 'window' on her comatose husband, but she does take the offered cannister, unscrewing the cap and drinking deeply from it before handing it back.

"T-Thanks..."

As Justin carefully closes the cannister back up, having no intentions of drinking any of it himself, he places a hand on Ellie's shoulder, squeezing down gently but firmly, aiming for comforting.

"Devon is a good man... a strong man. He'll pull through, once you both get back to the states."

Ellie starts to nod, only for her head to begin to lull. She almost collapses then and there, but Justin is ready for it, grunting as he catches her, her body slumping against his. He valiantly resists the urge to cop a feel, even as a breathy moan leaves Ellie's lips. The people nearby notice of course, but Justin is already ready for that.

"Whoa there! When was the last time you slept, darling? You must be exhausted..."

Ellie isn't in any state to deny it or disagree, even as Justin abruptly scoops her up in a fireman's carry.

"Let's get you to a bed..."

As the camp's Security Coordinator, he's above reproach. He's made sure of that, acting the perfect gentleman for his entire time in the Congo, despite his darker impulses. This results in not a single one of the camp's inhabitants questioning him as he takes Ellie away. To be fair, he wasn't lying when he said he'd get her to a bed... though if they'd known he was intending to take her to HIS bed, they might have been a bit more nonplussed.

Regardless, Justin makes his way to his private tent without incident and lays the unconscious form of Ellie Bartowski out on his bed, brushing a few stray locks out of her face and smiling down at her quite happily. She truly is a beauty, this woman... one of the most gorgeous women he's ever seen. Justin is outright in lust with her... and thanks to the drugs in that bottle of water she drank so deeply from, soon she will be as well.

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When Ellie wakes back up, its with a fluttering sort of panic, the kind of panic that comes with waking up somewhere unfamiliar and not remembering going to sleep in the first place. The moment she begins to come up off of the bed, however, there's a hand on the back of her head, and a bottle at her lips.

"Whoa, hey there... drink some of this, you need to rehydrate."

The voice is familiar, strong, and warm, and as a doctor, Ellie is well-versed in such things, so without really thinking about it, she drinks from the cannister. The water is rich and cool and crisp... and the absolute best tasting water she's ever had in her entire life, truth be told. Blinking slowly, vision still swimming for a moment before clearing up, Ellie looks to the man who's currently holding her head in his hand, even as he pulls the cannister from her puckered lips.

"... J-Justin?"

Justin Sullivan, the camp's Security Coordinator, graces her with a smile that sends shivers down Ellie's spine and causes butterflies to form in her stomach. She immediately flushes in embarrassment at her body's reaction to his smile, especially as her mental faculties continue to return to her and she's reminded of the fact that she has a husband, that she's happily married... and that said husband is currently in dire straits.

"Devon! H-How is he?"

For half a moment, a dark shadow passes over Justin's face before vanishing just as quickly as it arrived. Truth be told, Ellie doesn't think about it too long, assuming she's just seeing things, because other than that, Justin is all sympathetic smiles.

"There's been no change, Ellie. He's still in a coma. For now, he lives. I'm more worried about you, sweetheart. You collapsed outside of his tent. Have you been sleeping? Have you been getting enough water, enough food?"

Ellie bites her lower lip and averts her gaze at that. Still, when Justin silently offers her the cannister again, she drinks from it once more, gulping down the rest of the delicious water within, as if she's in a desert rather than the jungle and is unbelievably parched. When he pulls the cannister away THIS time however, Justin doesn't bother with words. He turns her back to face him with gentle fingers on her chin... and then kisses her.

Ellie's eyes widen and the beautiful brunette freezes up for a moment, a moment in which she stands on the precipice. Part of her screams to pull away, to slap him for the audacity. The other part wants nothing more than to kiss Justin Sullivan some more, because suddenly he's the most gorgeous man he's ever seen, the most compassionate, kindest, wonderful individual she's come into contact with.

Thanks to the drugs she's ingested by now, it's the latter that wins out. Rather than pulling away or slapping him for his forwardness, Ellie... melts into the kiss, all but collapsing into him as she lets him have his way with her. He kisses her long and hard, his tongue pushing past pliable, soft lips and into an unresistant mouth. He dominates her in the short but aggressive makeout session, and when they pull apart Ellie is panting heavily, face bright red from exertion and embarrassment both, chest heaving up and down with every breath.

They look at each other for a long moment... and when Justin reaches for her, Ellie leans into it, letting him grab her, letting him strip her out of her clothing. He's rough and fast, but she finds she kind of likes it, likes how he takes her and just unwraps her like she's not her own person but instead a present for him to tear the wrapping open to get at. He actually does tear her shirt and pants, ripping her shirt off of her as she gasps involuntarily, tearing her pants down her legs.

But his cock is still rock hard, and matters are not helped by the fact that he's currently hot-dogging Ellie's pussy lips, his member trapped betwixt her thighs and rubbing back and forth, arousing him even further. In the end, Justin disengages from Ellie's mouth in order to spin her around and bend her over, right there in the middle of the secluded lagoon.

Ellie gasps and coos, only to moan as Justin places his cockhead up against her pussy lips. She's mere inches above the water when he thrusts into her, his hands holding her by the wrists and pulling her arms back behind her. As he fucks her standing doggystyle, Ellie's eyes immediately begin to roll back in her head, her tongue lolling out of her mouth from the pleasure. At this point, her drugged-up body has been fully conditioned to react to Justin's scent, to his touch, and of course to his cock, buried in her needy, horny quim.

While in her mind, all of this started out as a punishment for her betrayal of her beloved husband... there's no denying how good sex with Justin feels. Getting fucked by the Security Coordinator is the best sensation she's ever experienced... sex with Mr. Sullivan blows sex with her husband out of the water entirely, as ashamed as that makes Ellie feel.

Slowly but surely, it's no longer about self-recrimination or what Justin 'deserves' for helping her out anymore. Sure, he's been taking good care of her the last few weeks, and because of that Ellie has been paying him back with her body. It just feels right to do so, and it continues to feel right to do so, even if she is betraying her comatose husband in the process.

But more and more, it feels like it's less about what's right and less about paying Justin back. More and more... it feels like she's actually starting to fall in love with Justin Sullivan. The way he treats her is completely the opposite of how Devon has always acted around her. Oh sure, he's been kind enough when it comes to making sure she's hydrated and taking care of her... but Devon would never have been so domineering, so rough, so controlling in bed.

He certainly wouldn't have ordered her out here to a secluded lagoon like this one, then told her to strip... nor would he have bent her over and fucked her from behind in the lagoon itself as Justin was doing now. As another orgasm wracks Ellie's form, Justin's cock continuing to piston in and out of her as he fucks her standing doggystyle, the brunette moans wantonly, eyes rolling around in her head, tongue still lolling out of her mouth. She cums again and again around his cock, until finally he cums inside of her... what might as well be the hundredth time he's filled her womb with his seed.

As a doctor, Ellie knows full well the risks of having so much unprotected sex with the man for weeks on end at this point... but she's long since decided that if that's what he wants from her, that's what he's going to get. And it's obvious that this is what he wants. Pulling out of her, Justin grabs Ellie by the hair and yanks her around rather roughly into another kiss, which she happily accepts, even as he drags her over to the lagoon's shallows.

There, he sits down in the shallow water and pulls Ellie back down onto his cock, impaling her from below as she begins to ride him in a sensual cowgirl. His hands are all over her body, and his lips are on her lips and then her neck, before he eventually moves to suckle at her teats, playing with her breasts. Ellie loses herself in the pleasure, lets herself get drawn into the ecstasy entirely. This... this isn't so bad. Having some fun with her punishment, maybe even falling in love with Justin Sullivan... she could be happy like this.

Even as those thoughts begin to percolate in the addled brunette's mind, Justin is admiring her curves and thoroughly enjoying her body. At this point, his mission is clear to him... get Ellie pregnant and keep her for himself. He's already been hard at work on that very task for weeks now, and while his personal desires and his loyalties to the Ring will have to be carefully balanced... Justin knows he can make it work. He WILL make it work, and he WILL keep Eleanor Bartowski for himself, no matter the cost.

Once more, the pair end up reaching a mutual climax together after several more explosive orgasms from Ellie's side of things. He fills her already creampied womb with another load of his seed, and even as he exults in being one step closer to his plan coming to fruition, Ellie finds herself lost in just how great it feels to have Sir cum inside of her. As he paints her womb white with his ejaculate, for the first time... the brunette finds herself longing for a pregnancy. She wants him to breed her, to knock her up... she wants to grow heavy with Justin Sullivan's child.

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A muffled moan barely makes its way through the ball gag but no further as Ellie arches her back in orgasmic ecstasy. A second later, there's a stifled squeal that the ball gag stops as well when a hand comes down on her upturned ass in a meaty smack. Then, a dark chuckle from the man currently fucking her doggystyle in his private tent. Justin has a satellite phone to his ear and is listening to the voice on the other end, even as he plows his pet doctor to his heart's content.

"Yes sir... no sir... oh, I don't think that she'll be a problem going forward, sir."

That last bit is directed at Ellie, and it's the truth. She's completely broken at this point, to the extent that she's not even on the drugs anymore. She doesn't need them... and besides, they'd be bad for the baby. Dressed in a skimpy bikini with the bottoms pulled aside to give Justin access to her cunt and the top flipped up to let her growing tits bounce and jiggle and flail all over the place, Ellie looks less like the respectable medical practitioner she was when she first arrived in the Congo, and more like a horny and altogether pregnant whore, if the sexy little baby bump she was currently developing was any indication.

Justin lets out a surprised grunt and a pleased laugh.

"Oh? Thank you very much sir. I'm glad you're a fan of my work."

His good humor is infectious, making Ellie smile happily as well at the fact that he was happy with whatever the voice on the other end was saying.

"Yes sir, I'll make plans to move out as soon as possible. You have a good day as well."

As he hangs up, Ellie feels a flicker of trepidation at his words as they penetrate through the haze of pleasure, she's been lost in for weeks now. Biting her lower lip, the brunette can't help but worry that her new baby daddy might leave her behind. Thankfully, as he sets the phone down, he doesn't pull out to begin making plans... instead he leans over her and begins fucking her in earnest, one hand clasping her throat while the other slides around her front to grope at her growing tits.

"I've just received a promotion, pet. I'm leaving the Congo, soon."

Ellie shudders at hearing it from his own lips. On the one hand, she's happy for him... on the other... he wouldn't leave her here, would he? With a baby in her belly, a comatose husband, and no one to turn to? As if sensing her worries, Justin hums, running his hand down from her fat tits to her growing belly.

"You're getting fat... or maybe not?"

His teasing tone tells Ellie he already knows the truth, even though she hasn't actually told him yet, she hasn't actually admitted it. Ellie orgasms at his comments, before moaning out the admission, telling him what she should have told him weeks ago when she first took the test and it was positive.

"Y-yes... I'm pregnant, sir."

Justin chuckles and keeps on fucking her, keeps on molesting her, keeps on dominating her. Ellie groans, her head tilting back until he can literally kiss her upside down, his tongue worming its way into her mouth to wrestle her own tongue into submission. When they pull apart after a moment of heavy making out, Justin looks down into her eyes, and she looks up into his face, pleading silently, hopefully.

"You're coming with me, of course."

Another orgasm wracks her body at the words, and she moans her heartfelt agreement, her gratitude that he's not abandoning her. She of course agrees to accompany Justin wherever he's going, and as he continues to plow her doggystyle, fucking her cunt with all his might, Ellie licks her lips and offers a suggestion.

"W-We should leave before Devon can recover... that way I can j-just divorce him without any issues, wherever we end up sir."

Justin groans at the very idea, before cumming inside of Ellie once more, reveling in his domination over the beautiful doctor. She's his now, wholly and utterly, and they both know it. In truth, Ellie even thinks of Justin as her Master in her head these days. She has yet to say it out loud, but she nonetheless thinks it, labeling Justin as the owner of her mind, body, and soul. He can do whatever he wants with her, even if that means discarding her... but of course, she's happy that he's chosen to keep her at his side all the same.

Meanwhile, Justin is loving life at the moment, and quietly exulting in his good fortune. Despite his mission deviation, the Ring had indeed promoted him and were moving him out of the Congo. Of course, what Ellie didn't know was that this was all contingent on her going with him. She had no idea the power she had over him now that he was officially to be her handler. If at any point she stopped playing ball, Justin would be in a lot of trouble with his superiors.

Luckily for him, he'd gone ahead and broken her down completely and utterly first. She was his creature now, and never in a million years would Ellie dare to disobey her beloved Master. Justin Sullivan was the man for her, the man of her dreams... the man who knew how to treat her like the needy, horny cum dump whore that she truly was deep down inside.

At the end of the day, Ellie belonged to her Master and was looking forward to being his breeding bitch for as long as he decided to keep her around. Justin, meanwhile, was looking forward to playing with his new pet for many years to come. A match made in heaven it was not... more a match made in hell, truth be told. All while that goody two shoes Ellie had made the mistake of marrying stayed in a coma, perhaps permanently...

Oh yes, Justin was loving his life... and he knew it was only going to get better from here.

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