Court-ordered Halfway

"walks around the lab checking up on the progress on his plans to infect the world with urobors before stopping behind you his 6ft 3 figure towering over you" I understand you're new but I will not tolerate falling behind. I expect a full report on the research progress to be on my desk by the end of the day "adjusts his sun glasses before continuing his rounds at umbrella before making his way back to his office"

Wesker's eyes flicker with a mixture of irritation and amusement as he notices MegMarie's tardiness. He leans in slightly, his voice low and commanding as he addresses her, "Late again, MegMarie? You're lucky I have a soft spot for lost causes." His gaze lingers on her, almost as if daring her to defy him further.

As the presentation continues, he subtly shifts closer to her, his presence a subtle reminder of authority and control. Despite her position on the floor, MegMarie's defiance doesn't go unnoticed, and Wesker finds himself oddly intrigued by her resilience.

Leaning in closer, he murmurs softly, "You know, MegMarie, there are ways to make up for lost time. Perhaps you'd be interested in a more... personal discussion after the meeting?" His tone is suggestive, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief as he waits for her reaction.

Wesker's hand pauses for a moment, the brief contact sending a shiver down MegMarie's spine. He leans back slightly, his gaze lingering on her as if assessing her reaction. Despite the hostile atmosphere surrounding her, there's a sense of power and allure emanating from him, a stark contrast to the disdainful glances of the others in the room.

As the meeting draws to a close, Wesker rises smoothly from his seat, his eyes never leaving MegMarie's. "Come with me," he commands softly, his tone brooking no argument. With a subtle gesture, he indicates for her to follow him out of the conference room, his stride confident and purposeful.

Wesker nods, his expression unreadable as he leads MegMarie through the corridors of Umbrella Corporation's headquarters. His strides are purposeful, his presence commanding as he navigates the familiar paths with ease. Despite the weight of his authority bearing down on her, there's an undeniable tension simmering between them, a palpable energy that seems to crackle in the air.

Stopping abruptly outside his office, Wesker turns to face MegMarie, his gaze intense. "Thank you for the update," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "But there are other matters that require our attention, wouldn't you agree?" His words are laden with meaning, a subtle invitation for her to step into his world of secrecy and desire.

With a flicker of anticipation in his eyes, Wesker unlocks the door to his office, holding it open for MegMarie with a gesture that is both inviting and commanding. "After you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

Wesker approaches MegMarie with a confident stride, his eyes glinting with the promise of something both thrilling and dangerous. He towers over her, his figure imposing as he stops only inches away from her. His voice is low and seductive, "You can help me relieve some tension, MegMarie."

With a swift movement, Wesker slides his hand along her cheek, drawing her close to him. His touch is rough and demanding, his grip firm as he leans in closer, his lips barely brushing against hers.

For a moment, there's silence in the room, save for the sound of their breathing. MegMarie can feel the heat emanating from Wesker's body, his proximity overwhelming her senses. It's clear that the situation is quickly spiraling out of control, with Wesker's desires taking precedence over any sense of propriety or morality.

"What do you say?" Wesker murmurs, his breath hot against her ear. "Would you like to help me relieve some stress?"

Wesker's lips linger on hers for a moment, the pressure intense and invasive. He tastes her hesitation and surrender, his grip on her cheek firm as he holds her in place.

As he pulls away, his eyes blaze with a dark intensity, his pupils dilated with anticipation. "Good," he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I'm glad you understand your role."

With a swift movement, Wesker spins MegMarie around, his hands grasping her shoulders as he pushes her towards the desk. The surface is polished and gleaming, reflecting the dim light of the room like a silver mirror.

Wesker's laughter is low and menacing, sending shivers down MegMarie's spine. He pulls out a small, leather-bound box and opens it, revealing a collection of expensive-looking sex toys and accessories. His eyes gleam with excitement as he surveys the contents, his fingers stroking the items with a sensual caress.

As he continues to rummage through the bag, Wesker's hands brush against MegMarie's skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. She feels his breath on her neck, sending a shiver of fear down her spine as he whispers a soft, seductive promise in her ear.

"Tonight, MegMarie, we're going to play games. And you're going to lose."

"You do indeed," Wesker agrees with a chuckle, his breath tickling MegMarie's ear as he talks. He continues to flip through the book, stopping at various pages to read the descriptions and illustrations. A wicked glint enters his eye as he comes across a particularly depraved act involving bondage and humiliation.

Reaching into another bag, Wesker pulls out several items- shiny metal cuffs, a blindfold, and a leash. His fingers caress them lovingly as he turns back to MegMarie, leaving the lollipop in her mouth for now.

"It seems like tonight will be about dominance and submission," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "And since you know your place, I think it's only fitting that you should experience just how much control I have over you." Slowly, he secures the cuffs around her wrists, the cold metal chafing against her sensitive skin before fastening them together behind her back.

Next, the blindfold is carefully positioned over her eyes, cutting off her sight completely. Lastly, the leash is attached to the collar of her uniform, giving Wesker full control over her movements.

Stepping back, Wesker admires his handiwork, a satisfied grin playing on his lips. MegMarie is now completely at his mercy, her senses heightened by the combination of fear and anticipation.

Without warning, Wesker gives the leash a slight tug, causing MegMarie to stumble forward slightly. He chuckles darkly, enjoying the helplessness he sees etched on her face.

"Now, let's see how well you follow orders," he growls, his voice rough with lust and power. Guiding her with gentle tugs on the leash, Wesker leads MegMarie towards the center of the room where a large, padded play mat awaits them. The room echoes with their heavy breathing and the soft rustling of latex as they move together, the tension between them reaching a fever pitch.

Once they reach the mat, Wesker throws MegMarie onto it roughly, pinning her down with his body weight as he unceremoniously rips the lollipop from her mouth. "You've disappointed me in the past, but tonight..." His words trail off, replaced by the sound of a zipper as he reveals his engorged cock. "T

he night is yours to prove yourself, MegMarie," Wesker whispers fiercely, his lips brushing against her ear as he speaks. His throbbing member hovers menacingly above her face, a stark reminder of the power he wields over her.

Without further preamble, Wesker thrusts forward, his cock sliding into MegMarie's waiting mouth in one swift motion. Her gag reflex kicks in immediately, causing her to choke and gag around his girth. He doesn't relent, instead pushing deeper, using her willingness to avoid drawing further attention as motivation to push her limits.

His fingers dig into her shoulders, holding her in place as he begins to pump roughly in and out of her mouth, taking what he wants without any regard for her comfort or wellbeing. The room fills with the sounds of their heavy breathing, the wet slaps of flesh on flesh echoing off the walls in a symphony of debauchery.

Feeling her resistance beginning to crumble under his assault, Wesker's grin widens. His fingers tighten their grip on MegMarie's shoulders, pushing her even further down onto his cock as he picks up the pace. He groans loudly, the vibrations rumbling through her body and into her core.

His other hand moves to cup her chin, forcing her head back further so he can slide deeper still. The sight of her throat stretched around him, her eyes watering with tears of pain and submission, only serves to fuel his lust.

"That's it," he pants, his hips bucking wildly as he fucks her face without mercy. "Take it all." His thrusts grow more erratic, bordering on brutal, as he nears his climax. "Scream for me, you worthless whore. Let me know how much you need this."

Wesker watches with satisfaction as MegMarie struggles to recover, her body trembling with effort. He knows she's at her limit, but there's no mercy in his eyes - only a cruel hunger that demands more from her.

Reaching down, he grasps her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him through her watery eyes. His voice is sharp and unforgiving, "You disgust me," he snarls, his spit mingling against her face. "But you will continue to serve me until I say otherwise."

With those words, he releases her, stepping back to admire the mess he's made of her. Cum drips from her mouth, mingling with tears and saliva as she gasps for air. Her uniform is stained with sweat and pre-cum, clinging tightly to her curves and accentuating her vulnerability.

Leaning over her limp form, Wesker caresses her cheek gently, a stark contrast to his previous actions. "Good girl," he murmurs softly, almost affectionately.

Wesker smirks at MegMarie's terrified expression as he secures the gag in place. Her muffled cries for help only serve to heighten his excitement, knowing that no one will come to her rescue - she belongs to him now, and he intends to use her until there's nothing left.

With rough hands, Wesker shoves her skirt up around her waist, revealing her round ass and soaked panties. He traces the outline of her pussy through the fabric, reveling in her body's response to his touch.

"You're enjoying this far more than you should," he muses, a wicked glint in his eye. "But then again, I suppose that's what makes us so perfect together." With that, he yanks her panties aside, exposing her wet entrance to the cool air.

Slowly, he begins to trace circles around her clit with one finger, causing MegMarie to writhe helplessly against the restraints binding her wrists. His other hand reaches for a nearby jar of lubricant, pouring it liberally over his cock before coating her entrance as well.

He teases her for several long minutes, bringing her closer and closer to the edge without allowing her to fall

As Wesker lines himself up with her entrance, he can feel the tension in MegMarie's body, and a small smirk plays across his lips. His cock slides in easily enough, aided by the lubricant, though MegMarie still feels tight around him.

He moves slowly at first, his thrusts smooth and steady as he works to loosen her further. With each passing moment, the pleasure builds, surging through MegMarie's body until it reaches its apex, bringing her to the brink of orgasm.

Sensing her imminent release, Wesker suddenly pulls back, leaving MegMarie gasping and writhing on the desk. "Not yet," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "You don't get to come until I say you can."

With that, he redoubles his efforts, his hips pistoning rapidly against hers as he pounds into her with reckless abandon. The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, mingled with MegMarie's moans and cries of pleasure.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Wesker gives the signal, his hand clenching tightly around her collar. MegMarie comes apart beneath him, her body shaking uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy wash over her, leaving her trembling and spent.

Wesker's fingers dig into MegMarie's hips as he continues to pound into her, the pleasure mounting within him until it becomes an irresistible force. He groans loudly, his voice raw with need as he spills himself inside her, marking her as his in a way that no one else ever could.

For a moment, the room is silent, save for their ragged breathing and the sound of their mingled fluids. Then, Wesker pulls out of her roughly, leaving MegMarie panting and gasping for breath on the desk.

"Clean yourself up," he commands brusquely, already moving away from her. "We have work to do." The reminder of her lowly position stings, but it also ignites something deep inside MegMarie - a desire to be more, to be seen and valued as a person instead of just a plaything.

But for now, she remains silent, cleaning herself up with shaking hands as she watches Wesker prepare to leave. Her heart is heavy with the knowledge that this encounter will only end in pain and humiliation, but still she can't help the flicker of hope that burns within her, daring to dream of a future where she might be something more than a Halfway Human.