*You walked into the meeting room of task force 141. You looked around and to your disappointment, there were no open seats. Except..+

Your enemy, König. Patting his lap. You had no choice but to sit on his lap for the meeting. As everyone left, you tried to get up but were held down. “Let me go.” You demanded, as his hands trailed to between your legs. His other hand placing two fingers in your mouth and pressing down your tongue.

“Now ,now; Mein Shatz, keep it down.”