Sam’s New Job (Totally Spies)

Sam’s New Job (Totally Spies)

A/N: Sam's New Job was a commissioned one shot originally written back in March of 2022. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!

Summary: Having 'graduated' from WOOHP and struck out on her own as a Freelance Agent, Sam is undercover on her first independent assignment. Let's see how that goes for her.

Themes: Mind Control, Bimbofication, Breeding

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Pushing her fake glasses up her nose and giving a little shimmy, Sam makes sure to present a very specific sort of nervous energy as she sits across from the CEO of the company she's applying to, Adam Star. The handsome man is currently looking over her information, nodding to himself and humming, deep in thought.

He'd asked her some questions of course, the usual interview stuff, but then asked her to sit quietly while he looked at her resume for a while longer. Was this in and of itself another test? Was he trying to see if she had the patience to follow orders and not get frustrated just sitting around and waiting for a superior to get back to her?

Well, if he thought she was going to break this easily, he had another thing coming! Because unbeknownst to Mister Star, Sam wasn't just your average cute red-haired coed interviewing for a position at his company. No, rather, Samantha was actually a fully trained super spy! Having been an Agent of WOOHP as a teenager, she'd spent YEARS doing this sort of clandestine undercover work.

This might be her first mission as a Freelance Agent, but Sam was confident she could handle whatever this man could throw at her. She wasn't here to play around, she was here to infiltrate his company, get the information on the illegal things he and his people were no doubt engaged in, and get out!

When compared to THAT, sitting around and being made to wait for a little bit was nothing to someone like Sam. Though of course, she had to keep her cover up, which was why she was making sure to come across as nervous and a little anxious. After all, while Sam didn't necessarily need this job, her cover certainly did.

Finally, though, Mr. Star sets aside her resume and looks up at her with a broad smile, his pearly white teeth stunningly perfect as he laces his hands together in front of him.

"Well, Alice... I can call you Alice, right?"

It was inappropriate, but Sam wasn't here to take him to task on that sort of thing, so she hurriedly nods.

"O-Of course, sir!"

Smiling even wider, Adam Star chuckles.

"Great! We love a go-getter around here, Alice. And you... you check all the boxes. So, I'd like to offer you a job, so long as you can start orientation immediately. How does that sound?"

Sam jolts a bit. That sounded perfect. She hastens to say as much.

"I'd be happy to start orientation immediately, sir!"

"Wonderful! Right this way!"

He leads her out of his office and down the hall, to an empty little room with nothing but a computer in it. Gesturing for her to sit down at the computer, Adam goes through the process of getting it all set up. Sam is a little surprised... normally, she wouldn't expect the CEO of a Fortune Five Hundred Company to go this far for her. Admittedly, this company was on the low-end of the Fortune Five Hundred but considering it hadn't even existed a couple years ago, that was still amazing. And suspicious. HIGHLY suspicious. Which was why Sam was here in the first place.

She just had to get through this orientation and then she'd have the job. From there, she could start making proper AND improper inquiries, and find the information she sought. With things moving THIS fast-paced, why... she could be done with this first mission by the end of the week! Hah, wouldn't that impress everyone back at WOOHP? They'd all thought her ridiculous for wanting to strike out on her own... but Sam was always the brains of her team. If anyone was going to do it, it would be her.

And... she'd show them. She'd show them all just how capable she was!

"Alright! It's all set up, so just press the play button when ready, watch the entire orientation, and take the quiz at the end to confirm you've retained most of it. Then, we'll get you started on your first shift tomorrow. Sound like a plan?"

Smiling up at Adam Star with the same feigned nervous energy as before, Sam nods happily.

"Y-Yes sir!"

"Great! I'll be back to check in on you in just a little bit. Ta-ta for now!"

Hm, he certainly sounded carefree, didn't he? And almost sickeningly sweet. She couldn't help but imagine the sort of things he got up to behind closed doors. Regardless, the CEO leaves and Sam presses the play button as ordered. She couldn't afford to let something as simple as an orientation quiz trip her up, after all!

And so, the genius red-head focuses all of her attention on the orientation, soaking up the information as it comes like a sponge. Unfortunately for her, the actual orientation only plays for about a minute, just long enough for her to be absolutely sucked into it. Then, abruptly, the screen changes, the video turning into a hypnotic spiral.

Sam, who has had experience with hypnosis and mind control in the past, both personally and secondhand via her friends and fellow agents, immediately rears back in surprise and horror, her eyes widening in panic... but it's already too late. It was too late the instant the hypno-swirl began, in truth. Her horror lasts all of a second, before the tension in her shoulders dissipates as they slump. Her wide eyes relax as her pupils dilate. And her lips, open in the beginning of a shout of alarm, stay open, even though no sound comes from them.

It's only five minutes after that, that Adam Star walks back into the room. The handsome CEO smirks as he steps up to Sam's side, waving a hand in front of her face for a moment to no effect. He's wearing a special pair of glasses that he wasn't before now, and as he glances at the screen; it has no effect on him. He chuckles after a moment, before plucking Sam's own fake glasses off of her head and tucking them away in his jacket pocket as a trophy.

"You under, Sam?"

"... Yes... sir..."

Another chuckle, darker and throatier, leaves Adam's mouth as he stares down at the newest 'recruit'.

"Of course. You stupid little bitch. You really thought you could take ME on? I'm Adam motherfucking Star. I'll be a goddamn household name by the end of the decade."

Leaning in close, he whispers right into her ear, knowing that while she can't react, some part of the true Sam is still in there, railing against the injustice of it all... for now, anyways.

"Stupid little girls shouldn't mess with things beyond their understanding. My contact at WOOHP agreed with me on that. Which is why he gave me the heads up, when a certain idiot redhead decided she was going to solo and start off her career by investigating MY meteoric rise to the top. Heh 'Alice'. Cute. But we both know who you really are... and only I know who you're going to become. Let me give you a sneak peek."

Straightening back up, the evil CEO quickly unbuckles his belt and pulls his cock out from the confines of his pants. Holding his rapidly hardening shaft up to the side of Sam's face, he prods her cheek with it for a moment.

"Go on, bitch. Suck my cock like the good little fuck toy you are now."

The Board continue to fuck her for hours, taking her in every hole, but Sam has no issue handling them all to the very limits of their stamina. She is... in some circles, she would be called a super soldier. Amusingly enough, her endless stamina and immense physical durability have been turned towards making her the perfect sex doll instead, when it all could have been very useful for carrying out the sorts of missions that she'd once carried out.

Though hey... maybe Sir would send her on some missions for him anyways. Sam only wanted to serve her Master, to the absolute best of her ability. Whatever form that service took; she didn't care.

As such, when the board members all finally leave the conference room, satisfied and satiated one and all, Sam is left behind, covered and filled with their cum. And the conference room is quite the mess as well.

There's nothing for it, she supposes. Sir will eventually come back... and so Sam sets to work cleaning up both herself and the conference room with the only tool she has on hand... her tongue.

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Hours later, and Adam returns to find the Board have all finished up and left. Sam, meanwhile, is completely naked and on the floor on her hands and knees, cleaning up the mess slowly with her tongue. He just laughs at the sight, even as he strides forward with a collar in his hand and slaps it around her neck.

"With this collar, you are officially my pet and slave, bitch. You belong to me now and forever."

Sam cranes her neck, looking down at her collar with wide, excited eyes before turning her gaze up to him, her Master, her beloved 'Sir'. Adam just grins as he sees the obvious devotion and adoration in her eyes.

"Oooh, yes Sir! I belong to you, Sir! Please, use your worthless s-slave!"

He's going to, heh. That was always the plan. Grabbing her by the hips, Adam grunts as he gets into position behind her and thrusts into her cunt from behind. As he begins to take her pussy, Adam chuckles.

"You know... unlike the Board, stuffy old men that they are, I'm not sterile. None of them want to even risk having some snot-nosed brats at this stage in their lives, but me? I'm more than ready to have a baby. Would you like that, bitch? Would you like for me to knock you up?"

He knows the answer, even as he's asking it. Of COURSE, she would. Sam has literally been programmed to be the perfect love-slave for him. Still, he's all too happy to hear the former super spy joyously cry out and beg as she cums around his cock.

"Yes! YES SIR! PLEASE KNOCK THIS WORTHLESS CUM DUMP UP!"

Chuckling, Adam sets about doing precisely that, one thrust into her clenching twat at a time. God, he loved it when a plan came together.

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Adam Star lays on his bed, luxuriating in the comfort of some of the most expensive sheets in the world, and watches the morning news, even as he goes over the latest reports. While he COULD rest on his laurels... he really won't be satisfied until he's at the very top. He wants to be the richest man in the world, wants to have his fingers in every pie, wants to have his invisible collars around the throats of every celebrity, every politician, every military general in the world.

Needless to say, that's not going to happen any time soon, but he feels like it's well within his means to do so in his lifetime. And hey, with some of the brilliant minds he's already brought into his organization, Adam is quite confident they can solve the issue of mortality for him before he gets much older as well. Living forever as the veritable God-King of Earth sounds like a fun prospect to him.

But of course, that's all in the future. In the now... he grins, as his slave, secretary, and recently wife, strides into the room, carrying a fresh tray of breakfast that she'd just cooked for him and is now delivering to him.

"Ah, breakfast in bed. What did I ever do to deserve that? Oh, that's right. I simply turned you into my loyal fuck slave by reprogramming your mind into an obedient bitch forever and ever."

As he brags and boasts, Sam doesn't so much as blink a single eyelash. She just smiles at him dotingly, even as she sets the tray up across his lap. Fully naked except for the collar adorning her throat, the red head couldn't possibly look more different than she had before he'd mind controlled her. Once a strong, independent woman and a very capable femme fatale secret agent, Samantha has transformed. Not just in the ways he made her transform, what with her 'enhanced' assets... but also in a way he'd done for her back in that boardroom.

Her belly is distended, and she's quite visibly pregnant as she crawls onto the bed and begins feeding him by hand. Adam opens his mouth and eats what she gives him for a time, while also fondling her breasts and ogling her pregnant body. It's been around half a year, since he knocked her up. Half a year, since he used her as a reward for his board members, to further cement his control over the company and make sure they didn't so much as THINK about trying to cut him out.

Little did any of them know, but Sam's bodily fluids had been enhanced with a bit of a loyalty drug. Loyalty specifically tied to him. By getting their dicks wet, the Board had tied themselves to him all the more effectively.

Meanwhile, Sam herself... he'd finally married her, a few months back when it had been confirmed that she was definitely pregnant with his babies. Adam didn't necessarily consider his paternal instinct all that strong, but he knew one thing for certain, and that was that his kids weren't going to be bastards. At least, his kids with his first broodmare, anyways.

She was far enough along now that he couldn't fuck her properly any more, and for Adam... well, he just didn't see any reason to force himself to go without for the next three months while he waited for her to pop out that bun in the oven. He'd already begun looking into other potential girls to join him for some fun. Super models, celebrities, even some pretty young Senator's daughters... the sky was the limit, for one such as him.

Though... there had been murmurings, of late, that those other two girls from Sam's old team were starting to make noises about going off on their own as well. Apparently, having Sam continue to do freelance work on the side for those first few months after she'd joined him had been enough to make Alex and Clover wonder if they would be better off going solo as well and leaving WOOHP behind.

Maybe he'd snap them up. Ah, but once again, he was getting ahead of himself. Accepting the last morsel from Sam's fingers, he bats her hand away from the plate when she goes back to get him another bite.

"That's enough, bitch. I can still feed myself well enough. For now... the food is delicious. You've more than earned your morning sausage."

Eyes lighting up, the pregnant bimbo's pillowy lips curl into a bright, wide smile.

"Oh! Thank you, sir!"

In moments, she's shuffled her heavily pregnant self down to between his legs and is leaning over to take his cock between those same plump lips. Adam sighs as his slave-wife begins going down on him, the little bell on her collar jingling while she bobs up and down on his knob. Continuing to consume the heavenly breakfast she'd made, Adam Star grins. Needless to say, life was good.

And it was only going to get better from here.

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