Agent with Immunity 1

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Having mentally prepared himself and completely calmed down, Jeremy carefully looked around. As he expected, there wasn't a soul on the street in this awful weather. Jeremy smiled with satisfaction; this time, he wouldn't need to spend extra time dealing with witnesses. The closer he got to the flower shop, the clearer the familiar low-frequency sound became. This matched Jeremy's guess. A "Closed" sign hung on the flower shop's door, and the curtains were drawn. Through the crack in the window, Jeremy saw an empty shop, with only some empty vases and a few withered flowers remaining. Slightly adjusting his collar, Jeremy ignored the fact that the shop seemed abandoned for some time and gently knocked on the door. After waiting a while and still no one answered the door, Jessen pounded on it. This time, it didn't take long before a red-haired woman in her early twenties opened the flower shop door. She was only wearing a thin nightgown, and her fair legs were barefoot. A blush graced her beautiful face. However, what Jessen noticed first were her eyes. Her beautiful emerald green pupils were lifeless, as if they were staring blankly into the distance. "Sorry... we're not open right now." Her voice, with a slight Irish accent, was hollow, as if she were repeating some prepared phrase. After saying that, she gave a formulaic smile and then prepared to close the door . "Wait a minute," Jason smiled amicably, showing her a fake ID. "I'm from the power company, here to read the meters. Are you the shop owner?" "Um...yes, I am...the shop owner..." Her voice hesitated. She looked at Jason, unsure how to respond. A fleeting look of confusion crossed her expressionless face. "Very good," Jason said, walking into the shop. "By the way, is there a man here named Michael Hereford ?" "This..." While the red-haired woman hesitated, another man came down the stairs. Jason sized him up, comparing the target's profile. Five feet ten inches, brown hair, a beard, and a scar on his face—a perfect match. The man was taken aback by the arrival of a stranger in the store. He asked the woman rudely, "What's going on, Jia'er? Who's that guy ?" The woman frowned, thinking hard for a moment before replying, "He's here to copy meters..." Even such a simple answer left her speechless. "Michael Hereford?" Jason interrupted Jia'er. "Damn it!" The man pulled out something that looked like a toy gun and pointed it at Jason. Jason nodded. "That's right, it's you..." His tone revealed a hint of relief at not having to work for free, but he didn't seem to care much about the man pulling the trigger... Jason was employed by the government, an unofficial civil servant. He wasn't a "police officer" or a "secret agent," but his work was somewhat of a hybrid of both. His primary task involved tracking and stopping the illegal use . Following a major intrusion, a near-practical research project in a government lab fell into the wrong hands. Then, mind control devices began appearing in society. Sometimes they became tools of criminal organizations, but most of the time, they ended up in the hands of scoundrels with some knowledge of electronic engineering, dreaming of having a bunch of sex slaves. Perhaps that was the only saving grace. Sometimes, the lost blueprints would be uploaded to the internet. Although those websites would quickly shut down , in that short time, some people would be lucky enough to download the blueprints and create their own mind controllers. No one knows for sure how many of these machines exist in the world today. Tracking down and arresting the users , and rescuing the victims, was Jason's responsibility. In this regard, Jason was very competent. For some unknown reason, about one in every hundred people was immune to mind controllers. Jason was one of them. ...Michael Hereford's toy gun glowed blue, sending a beam of light into Jason's chest. Aside from feeling a slight warmth where he was hit, Jason felt nothing; his mind functioned normally. With a fluid motion, Jason drew his tranquilizer gun and fired a dart coated in tranquilizer at the mind manipulator, Michael. When the dart struck his neck, Michael was incredulous, just as he had been able to resist the mind controllers earlier. Then , he collapsed backward onto the stairs. Jessen quickly turned to look at Jia'er, who stood there quietly, her face full of confusion. It was fortunate that Michael hadn't had his female slave protect him. Jessen put away the tranquilizer gun and took out a pistol that looked somewhat similar to the mind controller in Michael's hand, but was much better made and maintained. "What happened, Master?" Jia'er looked at Michael lying on the ground, confused, a hint of panic hidden . "Look at me, Jia'er." Jia'er turned to Jessen, staring at the weapon in his hand. "Master?" Jia'er whispered sadly, looking up at Jessen. A flash of fear crossed her face, and Jia'er's eyes became blank again. "Soon, it will all be over." Jessson gave Karen a reassuring smile as he pulled the trigger . Karen offered no resistance, letting the blue light from the pistol shine on her. She simply stood there obediently, all thoughts and worries vanishing from her, even the slightest emotion disappearing from her face. "Obey all my orders, answer my questions quickly and to the best of your knowledge," Jessson commanded swiftly. "Yes..." Karen's eyes flickered, she internalized Jessson's words as her own will.

"Is anyone else in this house using those pistols or devices?"
"No," Jia'er answered affirmatively—another piece of good news. Although Jesson's prior investigation
confirmed this, he didn't want any unexpected events to occur.
"He used that pistol to turn you into his sex slave?"
Jia'er nodded. Her movement caused her robe to slip slightly, revealing her snow-white shoulders. Jesson was once again
moved by Jia'er's beauty. Gazing at Jia'er's fair skin, Jesson continued to ask, "Are there any other mind control
devices ?"
"Yes."
"How many in total?"
"Two."
The answer was in line with Jesson's expectations. The pistol was one of them, and the other was the culprit behind the ringing in his ears—
a small black box that constantly emitted low-frequency sound waves, making the female slave docile, thoughtless, and obedient. Of course, it
would also unconsciously make customers who originally intended to patronize this place leave. The pistol only had an effect for a few hours, but in conjunction with the black
box, it could keep Jia'er in this state of complete obedience.
"How long has Michael been here and controlling you?"
"Two weeks." Two weeks, that makes sense. Several days later, the agents noticed something
unusual happening (Michael was bragging about his mind controller in a bar, even controlling several women on the spot to
show off to his friends. It was utterly idiotic. If you don't want to get caught, you have to keep a low profile; that's an ironclad rule). After
that, it took several more days to investigate. Finally, Jason received the mission to eliminate Michael.
"Are there other people controlled by Michael?"
"Yes."
"Tell me how many, their genders, and how long they've been here. Also, tell me if they pose a danger
, or if they're just sex slaves like you."
"Three, all women. They've been here for two days, and like me, they're just sex slaves." Jia'er answered mechanically and
simply , without a trace of embarrassment in uttering the answer that would make her uncomfortable.
"So, he changed his sex slaves every few days, but kept you around for a full two weeks?"
"Yes."
It seemed he used Jia'er's shop and house as his residence, bringing new women back from time to time to
have sex with them in Jia'er's bed. And Jia'er, in turn, obediently let him do as he pleased. What an incredible mind control system, Jessen
sighed again.
"Are they upstairs?"
"Yes."
At this point, the dangerous part was dealt with, and Jessen breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, Jia'er's nightgown slipped down enough
to reveal the curves of her breasts. Jessen took a step forward and gently pulled open the collar of her nightgown, fully exposing her pair of fair
breasts . On her full breasts, the pink nipples stood erect due to the sudden cold air. Throughout the entire
process, without receiving instructions, Jia'er stood with her hands hanging at her sides, making no response to Jesun's actions. "
That bastard has a good eye," Jesun thought to himself. Jia'er stood quietly, her breasts exposed, her eyes vacant
. Her delicate, beautiful face was complemented by long red hair that barely reached the top of her breasts. Jesun felt his desire rising. "
I'll deal with her last," Jesun thought. Having made up his mind, Jesun ordered Jia'er, "Stay here."
"Yes... Master," Jia'er replied, accepting Jesun as her new master.
Jesun found three other women in Jia'er's bedroom upstairs. They lay naked on Jia'er's bed, their
empty eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, awaiting their master's commands. Raising his mind-control gun, Jason
once again performed the procedure he had done countless times before on them, as practiced as a police officer reading his legal
rights to a criminal.
He fired, erasing their memories of the past few days, telling them they had been ill, using this as
an excuse for their loss of contact. Finally, he told them to leave and return to their previous lives. After dressing, they went downstairs, passing the half-naked
Jia'er, and left with Jason's final orders. As they receded, their consciousness gradually returned, and
the experiences of the past few days left no trace on them.
Jessen located and shut down the low-frequency sonic transmitter, sealing it and Michael's mind control gun in a plastic evidence
bag. They were both in good condition; even if Michael wasn't a particularly skilled electronics engineer, he would certainly recognize
this type of person. Jessen bound Michael's hands and feet, checked the tranquilizer darts in his body, and made sure he slept for a few more
hours. Having completed all his tasks, Jessen turned his attention to the waiting Jia'er.
Now that the low-frequency transmitter was off, Jia'er appeared to have regained consciousness; her emerald eyes had regained
their luster, and she was no longer a controlled slave, but a woman with her own identity. Unfortunately, this was all an illusion
. Jia'er remained topless, standing quietly in the living room, her breasts exposed to
the stranger .
Jeremy said to her, "Jia'er, soon you will no longer be a slave girl to be played with. So, tell me you
want to repay me."
"I hope to repay you, Master," Jia'er said, her tone carrying a hint of Irish accent, as natural as if she were not
under mind control. Of course, it was still an illusion; her thoughts were not her own.
"Let's go upstairs," Jeremy said, gesturing for Jia'er to go first.
During the days when they were on missions together, what happened next would never have had the chance to occur, Jeremy thought with some regret. But now
, with more and more mind controllers being discovered, his department was struggling to handle a disproportionate number of cases with limited manpower
. After a much more dangerous solo mission, Jesson didn't mind rewarding himself a little.
As Jia'er was climbing the stairs, Jesson pulled her robe from behind and pulled it off. The sight of her exposed buttocks caused a large tent to form in Jesson's
crotch . Jia'er's beautiful buttocks were round and full, and the movement of climbing the stairs accentuated their perfect and
alluring curves. Between the two white buttocks was a pitch-black anal plug. Jia'er's buttocks tightened, clamping
the anal plug firmly, and the slipping robe did not affect her steps in the slightest. It seemed that
this thing had been inserted into her anus ever since she opened the door.
Jessham followed Karen into the bedroom and ordered her, now completely naked, to turn to face him. Karen's skin
was fair with a rosy glow , and her full breasts showed no signs of sagging. Below her flat stomach were a few red hairs, proving she was a
natural redhead. She had a pair of round buttocks and smooth skin. But what attracted Jessham most was Karen's calm...
Her pretty face was free of any worry. Her lips were slightly closed, and a pair of light dimples graced her cheeks. Jeremy could sense her optimistic
personality; before being controlled, her face must have always worn a sincere smile. Fortunately, Jeremy would rescue her from her
tragic fate of enslavement.
Jeremy stepped forward and commanded Jia'er to give him a passionate kiss. Obediently, Jia'er parted her lips slightly and gave Jeremy
a French kiss. When Jeremy saw her kiss him, his eyes naturally closed. All her thoughts were focused on obeying her
new master.
Jeremy gently caressed Jia'er's naked body; her slightly cool skin was soft and supple. Jia'er pressed herself against him,
her breasts pressed tightly against his chest. Jeremy kneaded her full, firm buttocks with a little force, then reached for
the object she had sandwiched between her thighs. He gently tugged at the anal plug, causing Jia'er, who was passionately kissing him, to let out a
seductive moan, her hot breath spraying onto Jeremy's face from her slightly parted lips. After a moment of surprise, Jia'er continued to
obey her master's command, kissing Jeremy again.
Jeremy then reached between her legs, caressing her alluring thighs.
Jason continued to command his toy: "Open your legs, you'll become excited."
Jason's hand swept lightly upwards along Jia'er's inner thighs until it reached the forbidden area between her legs, caressing her private
parts. With Jason's movements, the temperature of Jia'er's slightly cool skin continued to rise. Jason felt his fingers, which were rubbing against her
soft labia, become wet.
"Moan, for me." With Jason's command, Jia'er let out
a moan full of lust in her sweet, accented voice.
Jason rubbed her private parts even more vigorously. When his fingers invaded Jia'er's secret passage, her vaginal fluids had already soaked
Jason's palm and were flowing down her thighs. Jesson's fingers continued to slide in and out of her warm, moist passage, making her moans
grow louder.
"Get aroused, you're on the verge of orgasm," Jesson commanded, inserting another finger into her.
Obeying Jesson's command, Jia'er's body began to tremble, her yearning passage actively sucking at Jesson's
violating fingers. Her fair skin flushed a pink with desire.
"Orgasm on my command, not now," Jesson commanded maliciously. Jia'er's moans carried a hint of
disappointment , but even though Jesson prevented her from reaching the orgasm she so desperately craved, Jia'er still unconditionally submitted to her master. She
closed her eyes, her face filled with burning desire, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. Her body trembled, yearning for liberation, but without
her master's permission, Jia'er stubbornly resisted, refusing to cross that line. Suddenly, Jesson stopped
, his fingers leaving Jia'er's body. The sudden emptiness left Jia'er bewildered, as she was moving in sync with Jesson's actions.
She twisted her hips erratically, trying to press her lower body against Jesson's demonic hands once more.
"Look at me," Jesson commanded. Jia'er opened her eyes and stared at him. After being forbidden from climaxing by Jesson, Jia'er became
even more submissive. Jesson reached out and kneaded her breasts, pulling at her nipples, which were erect with desire, eliciting another
sensual moan.
"Kneel," Jesson commanded. Jia'er obediently knelt down, slowly raising her head as her gaze remained fixed on her
master.
"Give me oral sex," Jessham continued to command. His crotch was now bulging, he was barely holding back.
"Yes, Master," Jia'er
whispered .
"Masturbate," at Jessham's command, Jia'er reached down to her genitals, her dry fingers
rubbing against her wet vulva until it was lubricated enough to use for masturbation. At the same time, her beautiful head swayed back and forth, allowing Jessham's erect
penis to thrust in and out of her red lips. A soft, fragrant tongue stimulated Jason's penis in her mouth, making him
tremble with excitement.
Jia'er's moans rose again, the slight vibrations making Jason's penis, deep inside her mouth, even harder
. Jia'er's eyes, fixed on Jason, became empty again. This time, it wasn't because her will was being controlled,
but because she was drowning in lust.
"Keep watching me, reach your climax at the same time I erupt. Swallow my semen." Jason, suppressing his increasingly
intense urge to ejaculate, forced out the next command.
"Now!!" Jason shouted, his hips trembling as he ejaculated wave after wave of white semen into Jia'er's waiting
throat . Jia'er moaned with pleasure, reaching her anticipated climax during Jesun's outburst. Her fingers, already soaked with her own juices
, thrust violently in and out of her vagina, her buttocks clenched tightly, gripping the anal plug inside her anus.
She tried to swallow, but only a trickle of white fluid escaped from her red lips, sliding down her cheeks, flushed with desire.
One drop landed on her full breasts, another on the ground at Jesun's feet. Not forgetting her
command to swallow all the semen, Jia'er used her juice-soaked fingers to collect the semen dripping onto her breasts, sucking until she swallowed
both . Then, she bent down and used her tongue to lick away the remaining semen on the ground. She knelt at Jason's feet, her buttocks
sticking back, the anal plug pointing diagonally towards the sky. Jason reached out and slapped Jia'er's buttocks, startling her. But Jia'er
didn't look up until she was sure she had licked up and swallowed all the semen on the floor.
She straightened up again and looked at Jason, waiting for the next command.
"Put your normal clothes back on, then go downstairs," he said gently, stroking her hair. Jia'er
nodded , her face still flushed, but her breathing had returned to normal.
After thinking for a moment, Jason added some instructions: "Keep the anal plug on, don't wear underwear."
While she found her clothes and put them on, Jason left her shop, drove his car to the front of her shop, put the still
unconscious Michael into a large black cloth bag, and then put him in the back seat of the car. Jesson's department would be very interested in
how obtained those mind control techniques.
When Jia'er reappeared, she was wearing a simple dress. Jesson began to fill in the gaps in her memory: "When I
tell you that when you wake up, you won't remember anything that happened these past two weeks. You'll only know that you were sick, and you'll come up with
a convincing explanation to everyone who asks you. Tidy up your home and shop, restore them to
how they , and continue your flower shop business. In short, get back to your original life as soon as possible. Nod if you understand."
Jia'er nodded.
“There’s one more thing,” Jason continued, “You still like the feeling of having an anal plug in. When you’re shopping, you
’ll wear a long skirt, but not underwear. Instead, you’ll have a vibrating anal plug in your ass, which will make…”
"You've been maintaining a slight estrus cycle while working." Jessson played a little prank to keep Karen from getting too
bored .
"Wake up now."
Karen blinked, having regained control of her mind after two weeks. "Hello,"
she said to Jessson, her eyes wide with surprise as she tried to make sense of what was happening, and a strange feeling in her backside. Then,
Jessson's pre-set instructions kicked in, and she quickly accepted the situation and came up with a good reason. She looked at
Jason, whom she seemed to have never met before, and politely asked, "Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"
Jason waved his fake ID and politely replied, "Thank you, beautiful lady. I have what I needed
."
"This is a very beautiful flower shop. I will definitely come to buy a bouquet for my wife after you reopen."
"Oh," Jia'er was a little confused, but quickly smiled, two light
dimples appearing on her beautiful, fair face. "That's wonderful, sir."
"Goodbye." After saying goodbye, Jason opened the door and left. At this moment, Jia'er finally realized that an anal plug was inserted into her anus,
and her face turned bright red. Discovering that she actually liked this feeling made Jia'er blush so deeply her whole body
burned .
That
evening, as Jason rested at home, he couldn't help but think again of the ironclad rule of mind manipulators: if you don't want to get
caught , you must keep a low profile. The inability to understand this rule was
the fundamental reason why those thugs with mind manipulation techniques were caught. No matter how amazing your device is, it's meaningless in the face of government resources, so you must
keep a low profile.
He shifted his feet, which were resting on the nanny's bare back, and took another sip of whiskey. After the children went to bed, the young nanny
would be on all fours as his bare footstool until he was ready to use her. Beautiful blonde hair cascaded down her bare back
. Every evening, a mental control gun from his hand allowed Jeremy to do whatever he wanted to her. Of course, before
she fell asleep, he would make her forget everything. If she didn't want to be caught, she had to keep a low profile.
At this moment, Jeremy's wife walked from the kitchen into the living room, her bare breasts swaying with her steps.
"Xin Ai, it's your boss." She handed the phone to Jeremy.
Jeremy took the phone and gestured for his wife to sit on his lap.
"Congratulations," his supervisor's voice came through the receiver. "I've seen your report, Sen. Another
very successful mission, a swift capture of the target without any witnesses."
"My report didn't mention that I also gave the victim oral sex... but that's not important anyway."
"Thanks for the compliment, boss," Jason replied, his fingers fiddling with his wife's vulva. She had
her legs open, making it easy for him to touch her. Jason was distracted by his
wife .
"Michael Hereford may be a small fry, but he's a very key one. During the interrogation,
he gave us some very interesting information..."
Jason listened as his supervisor described a massive criminal organization. It rewarded
members who contributed to the organization with mind-control guns and boxes. Michael Hereford escaped from the organization after obtaining those devices. However, before defecting
, he reported to his superiors in the organization in a hotel in central London. Then, Jason's supervisor gave him
the opportunity to lead the largest operation in recent times against an illegal mind-manipulator organization.
"No problem, boss, I'll start preparing first thing tomorrow morning. I won't let you down."
"Good, Sen. You're going to be very busy this week."
Jason laughed and hung up the phone. "Another busy night," Jason thought.
They had no intention of following the ironclad rules of mind manipulators, Jason muttered, ordering his children's nanny to lick his wife
's genitals. Jess stood up, intending to enter his wife's room from behind.
He had to be discreet if he didn't want to get caught.

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