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The Mentorship	By : Ksennin Category: Marvel Verse TV > Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Views: 10541 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Mentorship
- 2-Punished
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“May! May!” Skye called, thrashing around. After a few minutes of trying her bonds, she’d concluded they were inescapable. Her only hope was to get May to unlock her. She worked her body as hard as she could, making the mattress groan and creak until May strutted into the room, holding a breakfast smoothie in either hand.
“Oh, good, you’re up.” May set the drinks down on a dresser. “You’re a late sleeper, Skye. We’ll have to work on that.”
“May, what’s going on? I didn’t agree to this!”
May’s arms crossed. “I know you didn’t. Consider it a test. You’re naked, and you’ve been chained to a bed. Your feet are free. Lucky for you. Or not. If someone wants to part your legs, that could be taken as a bad sign.”
Skye bit her lip. “Please, May…”
“Pretend I’m not even here. All you know is you’ve been taken captive. You’re an agent of SHIELD. The benefit of the doubt does not exist for you. Assume hostile intent. Fortunately, you’re being held without monitoring, at least none that you’re aware of. But your captor could be back at any moment. What’s your escape plan?”
“I don’t—I don’t know—May, this isn’t fair!” Skye felt her cheeks coloring as she realized she was exposed to May, her naked body totally visible in the harsh light of day. And May was watching.
“What is your escape plan, agent!?” May barked.
“I don’t have a—HELP!” She cried suddenly. “HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!”
“Your captor has heard you.” May banged her fist on the wall. “He’s coming down the hall.”
“PLEASE, SOMEBODY, I NEED HELP!”
“Sticking with that, then? Alright.” May opened the door, and even though there was no one there, Skye felt even more exposed. Humiliated. If someone just walked by, they’d be able to see everything.
“HELP!” Skye sobbed, tears coming now, rattling her voice. “PLEASE HELP ME!”
“Your captor is in the room.” May stalked toward the bed. “He’s coming toward you.”
“DON’T HURT ME!” Skye pleaded, closing her eyes.
She felt May pouncing onto the bed, the heat of her body and of her breath upon Skye. She opened her eyes slowly to see May staring into her, nose almost touching hers.
“Pathetic,” May drawled. “You yourself saw this was a new subdivision. No one’s moved in except for me. It’ll be weeks yet before the real estate agents even come by. There were easily fourteen ways out of that situation, thirty-two if you had made any preparations.”
“What preparations?” Skye sobbed. “I was with you! I thought you were—“
“And if I were a double agent? An imposter? Under mind control? What then?” Skye felt May’s leather-clad hand sliding up her leg. “You’d be at my mercy. Mine to do with as I please.”
“You’ve made your point, okay?” Skye sniffled, trying to get her crying under control. “Please stop.”
“Tell me, Skye—are you thirsty?”
Tight-lipped, Skye nodded.
“Hungry?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Alright then.” Getting up, May went back to the dresser and retrieved one of the smoothies. Once she’d returned, she held the straw up to Skye’s mouth. “Drink.”
“Please uncuff me, I—I won’t tell anyone what happened, I promise.”
“I said drink.”
Skye drank. It wasn’t a milkshake or anything, but it tasted alright. A bit like liquid grapefruit.
“That’s your breakfast,” May said. “Now, let me be blunt. You’re a piss-poor agent. Coulson’s been going easy on you and you’ve taken that as permission to fail, repeatedly. That is unacceptable to me. In the field, when you let down me or a teammate, you risk our lives. If you’re not giving a hundred and ten percent, everyone on my team is in danger. So I can either replace you or I can make you an agent who’s actually worth a damn.”
Skye stopped sucking on the straw. “You can’t replace me! I—SHIELD is my home.”
“Stop crying. I find it a turn-on. So unless you want me to fuck you again—oh, that’s right.” May’s eyebrow raised. “You do.”
Skye jammed her eyes shut, nothing escaping but hot tears.
“Drink your smoothie,” May said. “You’re right. I can’t replace you. Coulson likes you. The thing is, Coulson helped a high-profile KGB asset defect from the Soviet Union. I myself have three black belts. Fitzsimmons have eight PhDs between them. Grant served two tours of duty in Iraq; he has the Presidential Medal of Freedom. What do you have, Skye? What have you done to earn a place on the team?”
Skye took a deep breath. She had to be assertive. May would respect her assertiveness. “You can’t just keep me here—“
“Oh? Does anyone else know you’re here? Or have you already told people that you’re going on a long trip to find mommy?” May smiled darkly. “That’s another thing to work on. Little Skye’s mommy issues…”
“Please…”
“I suggest you finish your smoothie. It’s all you’re getting until lunch.”
Skye couldn’t take it anymore. The thought of being chained-up until midday—“Why are you doing this?”
“Because I can make you a SHIELD agent, Skye. A real one. Just last night, I found a very effective motivator. I can break you. Reshape you. Mold you. You’ll work harder than you ever have in your life, but I can get you to the point where you won’t get yourself or your teammates killed out in the field. I said drink.”
Skye obediently wrapped her lips around the straw and followed instructions.
“I want you to understand. You will be mine. I will use positive and negative reinforcement on you. Positive reinforcement will be like last night. I can make you come, Skye. I find it quite easy. And I was being soft with you back there. I have instruments here that can do things to you, you can’t imagine. I know how to use them. I know what you like.”
The straw sucked empty. May took the smoothie away and set it on the floor. She sat on the bed like a sensitive mother having a talk with a moody teenage girl.
“I’ll also use negative reinforcement. Your punishments will be sexual in nature. I have eclectic tastes, Skye. I will use whichever of your holes I see fit, in whatever way brings me pleasure. Whether you enjoy this or not is tangential to me. You will definitely feel pain. This is not lovemaking. It is either punishment or reward. I have no feelings for you. I will not shy from hurting you, any more than I will from bringing you pleasure. It is whatever I deem best for continuing your training.”
“And I—uh—I can refuse?” Skye said, her breathing already coming in heavy. So much of what May said—the words themselves were frightening, they’d be terrifying coming from someone like Quinn, but from May? They had her breathing sharply, her sex burning, her body violently and unwillingly aroused. “What happens if I refuse?”
“Then I unlock your bonds, return your clothes to you—I’ve had them washed—and drive you back to the Bus. I won’t hold this against you. I won’t mention it to anyone else. If you feel the need to tell someone about it, I won’t even deny it. But I won’t lie for you. You are a bad agent and a risk to this team. Whatever meager respect you’ve won from me will be destroyed by your refusal. I will speak to you about whatever mission is at hand, but otherwise, you’ll be dead to me. I don’t waste my time with shitty agents. In fact, I’ll do everything in my power to get Coulson to replace you with a more suitable agent. Maybe after eight years at the Academy, you’ll be at a satisfactory level to join the team.”
“Eight years!? You can’t—“
“I did,” May said quietly. “Make your choice, Skye. Become my apprentice or leave. Whatever you decide, I suggest you stick to it. If you do decide to be trained by me, I’ll be throwing you into the deep end. If you can’t take it, better to quit now and spare yourself the embarrassment.”
Skye felt tears flowing. She hated it. Hated how helpless she was and how powerless she was. A fantasy ran through her mind of slipping these cuffs, grabbing May, and kissing her passionately. But she couldn’t. She wasn’t a real SHIELD agent. She was just Coulson’s pet project.
“Do you want to train me?” Skye asked, hating how her voice shook.
May spoke evenly. “Yes, I do. I believe you can be a fine agent, but you’ll never make it there if you keep allowing yourself to be coddled and spoiled.”
Skye forced herself to be brave. She’d done it before. It’d taken balls to join the team, but it’d brought her a family. She wouldn’t lose that. No matter what it took. And she did—like the thought of being like May. Like she had with Rothman, that feeling of power she had being inventive and audacious and resourceful. She wanted to be like that all the time. An agent of SHIELD.
“I’ll do it,” she said. “I’ll do it!”
May actually smiled, and Skye felt a sunray got through her. She’d actually done it. She’d made May happy.
The woman got up and went back to the dresser, to drink her own smoothie. “Good. First order of business: this obsession with your mother.”
“I’m sorry, I never meant to annoy you with that—“
May held up her hand, silencing Skye. “Coulson is looking into your origins. When he has something, he’ll let you know. Do you believe he’d withhold information from you?”
“No, but I can help—“
“This ‘quest’ of yours is a dangerous distraction. From this point onward, it’s not allowed. To remind you of this, you’ll refer to me as your mother. Privately, that is. In public, you may refer to me as Agent May. Show your understanding.”
“I… call you mom in private and Agent May around other people,” Skye replied, still confused. “But that’s—“
“You were the one who wanted a mother. I’m giving you one. It’s important for you to understand: I’m not a sadist, Skye. I won’t punish you at random or for things that aren’t your fault. Whenever you are disciplined, you’ll understand why. So believe me when I say that not referring to me as your mother, or alternately Agent May, is a punishable offense. Am I clear?”
“Yes… mommy.”
“Good girl.” May took a drag on her smoothie. “Now, my belief is that the key thing holding you back from being a great SHIELD agent is a lack of consequences. Your bad behavior and insubordination in the past have been overlooked or dismissed. This is no longer the case. In fact, I’ll be going a step further, and punishing you now for past infractions you skated on at the time.”
“What?” Skye had no idea what punishment entailed, but with May, she didn’t want to find out. “But that’s not fair!”
“Life isn’t fair. Surely you’ve been in enough shitty foster homes to notice.” May finished off her smoothie, then took both it and Skye’s to the waste bin. “Now then, I’ll forgive your actions on the Mike Peterson case, as you weren’t yet a SHIELD agent at the time. Then your work in Malta was adequate. But then there’s Hong Kong. And your collusion with Miles Lydon.”
“I said I was sorry!” popped out of Skye’s mouth. She had no idea how it got there.
“Yes. It still has to be dealt with. As well as the fiasco you perpetuated while Fitz and Ward were dealing with the Overkill Device.”
“I helped save their lives!” Skye protested. May gave her a look that could’ve made a grown man cry, so it was no wonder a tear slipped loose from her.
“I should note that interruption is a punishable offense. Try it again and you will be disciplined. Now, it is true that by hacking into Level 8 files, Fitz and Ward were given help they may not otherwise have gotten. However, you were sloppy. You involved Agent Simmons and nearly got her kicked out of SHIELD along with yourself. If nothing else, I will punish you for the sheer incompetence with which you ‘hacked’. That should be your area of expertise, should it not?”
Skye kept her mouth shut. She was afraid of saying anything more.
“Isn’t it?” May pressed.
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
Skye pinched her lips together for a moment. “Yes, mommy. Sorry, mommy.”
May’s nostrils flared. “Such a willful child. And then there is the Tobias Ford case, in which again you showed willful insubordination. That’s an offense. The Edison Po case, you were more concerned with your maternal issues than hunting down Centipede. And finally, there’s your performance today, which has landed you chained up naked in the middle of nowhere. Am I missing anything?”
Skye shook her head.
“That’s five demerits. So, fifty spanks.”
“S-spanks?” Skye wished she wouldn’t stammer.
“Yes, Skye. You’ve been acting like a child, so I’ll be treating you like a child. Are you ready?”
Skye squared her jaw. She’d committed to this. She wouldn’t back down in the first ten minutes. She’d just—power through this and then never give May any reason to discipline her ever again. “Yes, I—yes.”
“Good. Relax your body.”
May took Skye’s left foot and exercised her leg a little, pushing it back toward her body and extending it back out to limber Skye up, then repeating the process with her right leg.
“I want you to know,” May said evenly, “that it’s perfectly acceptable for you to cry or scream. I won’t think any less of you. Not yet, at any rate. And seeing as you agreed so readily to your training, I’m in a generous mood. As long as you take your spanking like a good little girl, I’ll grant you a merit.”
Skye nodded her head shakily, already embarrassed—mortified. She hoped May would say this was all a joke, a game, but she was right. May was right about everything. She was a bad agent. It was a wonder she hadn’t gotten anyone killed. If May thought that being spanked would make her a good agent, even a little…
God, why did she have to be so turned on by this? May was trying to help her be a real agent and here she was, becoming aroused. What kind of filthy bitch was she?
May went to the head of the bed and dragged up two manacles from where they were embedded and coiled on the side of the bedframe. She set the clasps by Skye’s shoulders. Then she took Skye’s legs and maneuvered them up, up, up until Skye was bent in two like she was going a yoga pose.
Still on her back with her arms chained, May chained Skye’s feet to the area of the bed beside Skye’s head, keeping her doubled up with her ass on display. Skye tried not to think of how embarrassingly exposed she was. It was worse than just being naked and tied up. Now her cooch was practically being shoved in the face of anyone downwind of her.
May walked softly around the circular bed, staring at the very sight Skye was so ashamed of. She nearly whistled in appreciation, reaching out to run a finger over those two perfect cheeks. Automatically, Skye wiggled and struggled, though she clamped down on the squeal of protest that rose in her throat.
“Be a good girl,” May said warningly. “Take your punishment like a good girl or it’ll be worse.”
Skye nodded frantically, just wanting it over with. And before she knew it, May had delivered three stiff blows to her bare ass, making it bloom in pain. Skye moaned gently, but hurt, taking a deep breath to gird herself for more. May didn’t give her the chance. In mid-breath she cut Skye off, smacking her ass again and again. Skye kicked and jerked her legs, cursing painfully, her scissoring legs giving May a glimpse of her pussy that embarrassed her even further.
Noticing her discomfort, May dragged Skye’s hips down and forced her head back, getting a better look between her legs. Skye hummed in embarrassment, her lips tightly shut, her eyes bleeding tears. May gave her a second more to squirm, then went at the other cheek, spanking it a good five times before stopping abruptly to softly stroke the reddened cheek.
“Ready to say you’re sorry?”
Skye sobbed out in relief before being able to speak. “I’m sorry, mommy!”
“For?”
“For everything! I’m sorry I’m such a bad agent! I’m sorry I made such a mess of everything!”
Again, May softly rubbed at Skye’s sore bottom, bringing sweet relief. “Do you think I’m enjoying this? This isn’t what I want. More than anything, I want to slide this hand between those thighs of yours. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, mommy.”
“But you haven’t earned that. And you haven’t learned your lesson. We still have thirty-eight to go. Now, I don’t think you like making all the noise you’ve been making. I think it embarrasses you. Would you like me to gag you, so you don’t make any noise no matter how much it hurts?”
Tears were brimming in Skye’s eyes, but her voice was steady. “Yes, mommy. Please.”
“Alright, dear.” May reached between Skye’s trussed legs, down to her mouth, clamping her hand over it. “Just thirty-eight more. You’re doing great so far. You’re being a very good girl.”
Skye’s teary eyes shone up at May. It was almost painful when they closed with the first touch of May’s free hand to her ass. Skye squealed into May’s hand, her body jerked and writhed, her pussy actually slamming against the arm May had holding her mouth shut. The first time, May supposed it was an accident. But soon, the rubbing became too steady and too fast for May to believe it wasn’t deliberate.
“Getting off on this, aren’t you?” she asked with a wicked half-smile. “That’s okay. It’s one way to deal with pain. Let’s see if you can come from me spanking you.”
And with that, May slapped harder than ever, physically assaulting Skye’s ass. The girl sobbed, tears wetting the sheets under her head as she jerked and ground herself against May’s arm. It was then that May felt a series of grunts, low and fast, explode against the hand covering Skye’s mouth.
“Coming already?” May observed, pausing again to muss up Skye’s hair. Skye was breathing hard, her exhales hitting May’s hand like the exhaust from an engine. “You really are quite the whore, aren’t you?”
Skye whimpered in shame. She was a pale girl. Spent more time behind a computer than on the beach. Her skin reddened quickly, which May appreciated. She didn’t let up now, on the home stretch. Sometimes she smacked the same place two or three times just to feel Skye’s pained cries against her hand.
Eventually, Skye stopped tensing at every smack, lost in her pain. The choked grunts she had been releasing with each hit turned into sobs.
“That’s it,” May cooed. “Let it out. It’ll get worse before it gets better.”
Skye kept crying for the next five minutes that May doled out her punishment, jerking around like a puppet with tangled strings as the pain grew and grew. At the end, her ass was a uniform red in color, which pleased the anal-retentive in May.
Her tears continued, satisfying May. It was good for her to get them all out. The older woman could’ve been much harsher, using a hairbrush or paddle, even her own belt, as she’d commonly fantasized about. But she didn’t want to torture Skye, just discipline her.
Breaking her would come later.
After fluffing a pillow, May set it under Skye’s ass, letting her relax and calm down relatively painlessly. She took out a tissue and very gently wiped the tears from Skye’s face. Skye continued to hyperventilate, but there was an enjoyable aspect to it, like someone screaming as they rid a roller coaster. May put the tissue before Skye’s nose. “Blow.”
Skye did, then unabashedly let May wipe her nose and throw the wadded-up tissue away. She could barely talk. Couldn’t say how much it meant to her to have May clean her up.
“It’s not quite resisting torture,” May said, “but it’s a start. Now, let’s have something light for your first lesson. A SHIELD agent should speak at least four languages, so I’m going to start you off with a Russian language tape. When I get back, I want you to be able to have a three-sentence conversation in Russian with me. Failure will earn another demerit, so don’t slack off.”
Skye shook her head, inwardly promising not to.
May took a pair of headphones from the nightstand and set them neatly on Skye’s head, then pressed play on the iPod that lay beside the bed. Though Skye paid close attention to the first few English words introducing the lesson, she paid more attention to May as she walked out of the room.
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