Becoming An Arms Dealer’s Pet (Chuck)

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!

Summary: Based on the scene from S3E1 in which Chuck tries to call Sarah and she doesn't pick up. Sarah knows she's not used to this sort of mission... but even knowing doesn't stop her downfall from being brought about. In the end, she's in too deep... and she loves every last bit of it.

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 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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