#webttore

18 year-old- Attention kink(?)

This guy craves your attention. Whenever he explains something, whenever there’s a report to be done, he wants you around, right next to him. If you’re talking to other segments or busy with something else, he gets petty. He gets competitive over your attention.

When you shoo him away from your side, he gets sappy and sits in his room with his arms crossed, his leg shaking impatiently. When you tell any segment that you promised him first, he gets ridiculously happy and immediately gives them a "see, she chose me over you" look. Doesn’t matter if it’s the 8-year-old or the 65-year-old.

When you compliment him, he feels like he’s on cloud nine. He acts like he doesn’t care about your opinions because he’s smarter, but when you come closer to his desk to check his projects and give feedback, no matter what harsh or rude things he says to you, he feels seen by you.

Since he gets bullied by the other segments, whenever you stand up for him and put your hand on his waist while talking back to them, he completely loses his composure. Whenever you touch him, whether it’s fixing his collar or messing with his hair, he immediately blushes and gets a boner.

He’s a loser.

He'll never say it openly, but he can never climax on his own; he'll only orgasm if you take his cock and stroke it nicely, which mostly results in large amounts cum as he loses his breath and looks at you with eyes in awe.

25 year-old, humiliation(?)

This one is mean, like very mean.

His cruelty is deliberate. He enjoys getting reactions out of you and will poke at every insecurity, every weakness, every embarrassing habit just to watch your face change. Those impulsive outbursts that come with being in your twenties are ruining the calm, collected image he’s trying to maintain. And if there's one person responsible for most of the damage, it's you.

Every conversation somehow turns into verbal sparring with him. You ask him a simple question? Suddenly he's insulting your intelligence. You compliment him? He'll grin and accuse you of trying to manipulate him. You tell him he's being annoying? He'll smirk and become twice as annoying.

The worst part is that he secretly enjoys when you don't back down, you either act like you don’t even hear him or just fight back. Both were turning on him.

You roll your eyes at his insults and he swears that next time when you roll your eyes it will be because of his cock. You call him out when he's being insufferable and when you turn your back to do your job(like fixing his messy library), he would come behind you and slap your ass just because you mentioned something he indeed did.

He's possessive too, though he'd rather die than admit it. He never says things like "stay with me" or "don't leave." Instead, he'll find flaws in every segment you're currently spending time with. Conveniently, he says, everyone except him has some kind of problem and he really believes that he doesn’t have any problem.

And if you ever point out that his constant bullyings and humiliatings looks suspiciously like attention-seeking behavior, He leans your face against one of the lab walls, kicks your feet with his to spread your legs apart, and then mercilessly slaps your ass and pussy. The redder your skin becomes, the more tiny screams you let out from pain and pleasure, the harder he gets.

35 year-old(Omega), exhibitonism

After especially Zandik’s death, Omega became the center of everything. Not because he demanded it but because the gravitional force he had on everyone else around him, especially you.

The other segments may complain, argue, or mock him behind his back, but when Omega enters a room, the hierarchy becomes obvious. He speaks, and things happen. What makes him dangerous isn't the obvious cruelty. It's certainty and dominance. Even when talking to you, he doesn't need to construct long sentences because you're already ready to do whatever he says, and you do it exactly as he wants.

He doesn't drag you away from other segments. Instead, he'll call your name once and you'll come. The others notice it too. That's the part that annoys them. That he never has to fight for your attention the way they do.

Omega simply extends his hand, and somehow you're already standing beside him.

So when he called you into a glass room, and when you arrived, saw the other segments outside the glass, even though you understood what was going to happen, you continued to obey him without making a sound.

"Consider this a demonstration," he tells the segments calmly. "A rare opportunity for observation. I trust it will help you understand the reality of the situation."

His gaze sweeps across the room, then he continues speaking as his hand slowly pushes the fabric down your shoulder.

"As well as whom our valuable assistant belongs to now."

He'll fuck you in positions where everyone else can see and watch from every angle. Your whole body will be pressed against the glass, and while the sweat dripping from your body is clearly visible to the other segments, he'll derive immense pleasure from their inability to do anything and from completely claiming you.

45 year-old, being sought out(?)

The thing about this guy is that you always end up being with him without realizing it. A room could be filled with segments, all arguing over something ridiculous, and somehow you'd still end up beside him by the end of the conversation.

Oh, and he looooves that.

You could be talking to someone else one second, then slowly drift closer until you're standing beside him, commenting on whatever report he's reading or asking about whatever project currently has his attention and unlike the others, he never acts annoyed by it. In fact, he seems quietly amused.

Sometimes, after you complete the task he gave you, he'll listen to you, while you give your report and gently tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. Sometimes you earn even compliments from him.

One evening, you find him in his office reviewing reports he had assigned to the twenty-five-year-old earlier that week. A half-finished cup sits abandoned beside stacks of paperwork. Without a word, you place a fresh drink on his desk. His eyes lift from the report immediately.

        "Thank you, dear."

You lean over slightly, curiosity getting the better of you as you skim a few pages. "Did he actually finish all of them?"

"He did."

"Barely." He said, while chuckling.

"Correctly?"

The conversation continues naturally after that. You ask about his day. He asks about yours. He remembers things you mentioned weeks ago and somehow makes you feel like the most interesting person in the room despite being one of the most brilliant people alive.

While you glance at the reports on the table, he slowly begins to stroke the back of your leg. "You know," you mumble, "if you keep being nice to me, I'm never going to leave your office."

"That was rather the goal."

He pulls you onto his lap, settles you comfortably against him, and kisses you as his hands wander wherever they can reach. He was well aware that you let your guard down around him. Whenever you followed him around like a puppy, waited for hours outside meeting rooms just to walk back with him, and somehow always ended up at his side whenever Zandik wasn't around, he noticed every bit of it and he was enjoying it a lot.

 When you tilted your head and gave him access to your neck, he didn't hesitate to claim you immediately. Even though he knew you were getting wetter and wetter, he would have preferred to gently torture you in his lap until you expressed your desire for him more.

65 year-old, orgasm control

The sixty-five-year-old hated inefficiency. That was precisely why so many of the smaller, more tedious tasks somehow ended up becoming your responsibility. Not because he couldn't do them himself, but because he considered them beneath his time.

Still, being the control freak that he was, he liked knowing exactly how they were being done. Which was how you ended up working in his office.

He liked the control whenever things got heated with him, the moment he realizes he is losing himself inside you, he would pull out, ignoring your moans and whimpers, wait until he composed himself, and then go back in. He always reminded you that he was in control. You could have fun if he wanted to, you could climax if he wanted to.

But right now, using one of your rare five-minute breaks, you found yourself standing by the large window overlooking the facility. The view from his office was one of the best in the entire building, and since he almost never allowed people inside, you intended to enjoy it whenever you could.

"You get tired easily compared to your age." His voice came from directly behind you.

You turned slightly and found him standing far closer than necessary, already removed the mask. The sight still caught you off guard every time.

"I didn't get tired," you replied. "I just wanted to enjoy the view."

"The view?"

"Yes. You barely let me into your office."

A faint sound escaped him. Not quite a laugh. "Convenient excuse."

The older segment stepped behind you and glanced out the window briefly before returning his attention to the reports scattered across your desk. Then, after a moment, he spoke again.

"I have an experiment in mind that you would love while doing your tasks." The moment he finishes his sentence; he slowly slid your underwear aside under your skirt and slowly inserted the mini vibrator inside you.

Of course, he doesn’t forget to mock you on being wet all the time while doing that. This sudden action makes you lose your balance a little, but the firm hand he has placed on your waist kept you steady.

Then without waiting, he clicked on button and the device inside you started to work. As you slowly sit back down, he rests his hand on his face, which, though aged, still looked attractive, and began to watch you. You tried to criticize him by telling being lazy, but he speeds up the force and you had to cut your sentence in the middle.

And he says, "What were you saying again, love?" which he barely uses something other than your name because he finds it stupid but right now for the sake of experiment he’s using it. You simply say “nothing” while making the place you are sitting even wetter and watch him light his cigarette.

80ies, Zandik, uniform

You had known Zandik longer than any of the others. Long before the segments, long before the titles. You had been there through every version of him, watching the years pile onto his shoulders one after another. You were more than an assistant. At some point, somewhere between operating rooms and research notes, you had become his second pair of hands. He taught you how to prepare instruments. How to organize reports. How to assist during procedures. Then, before you realized it, you mastered them.

If something needed doing, you would be there. If something needed remembering, you would remember it. It had always been that way.

He operated you in a way that everything he does make sense and you shouldn’t be surprised. This includes finding him in your room from time to time. Technically, it was your room. In practice, Zandik treated every room in the facility as if it belonged to him. You pushed open the door to find him seated comfortably in your chair, reading one of your books.

He didn’t even remove his head from the book he’s reading, but he was aware that you were here. You shook your head and moved toward your wardrobe instead. Being Zandik, he would sometimes close himself and ignore you, then you would ignore him right back, like right now.

When you opened one of your drawers, you realized an old artifact still lying there. The nurse uniform, the kind of uniform nurses never normally wear. From time to time, you wore in his lab, to distract the people he's experimenting on. In your defense, you were helping him, but he was too smart for the game you were trying to pull.

So, whenever you put on that uniform, as soon as he was done with the test subjects, he wouldn't care about his own bloodstained lab uniform; he'd just fuck you on the first surface he came across.

Therefore, it had a memory for both of you. You pulled it out thoughtfully. While he was still engrossed in his book, you slipped on that nurse's uniform, which hardly ever calls itself a uniform.

The moment you put your dress on, he spoke. "...I haven't seen that in years."

You smiled without turning around. "So you were paying attention. You got a strong memory for an old man, hm? You still remember it?"

"I remember having to correct your mistakes repeatedly while you wore it." You laughed.

"When you talk to me like that, I feel so hot."

"You are a shameless lady."

You slowly bent down, pushing your hair back, and began to crawl towards him. What he loved most about you was that you tried too hard to be dominant, but at the same time, you were too obedient to him. Even if he was the worst and most disgusting man in the universe, you would do anything to satisfy him.

When you came in front of him, you slowly used your hands to separate his knees and continued speaking. “Don't worry, that constantly error-prone, rookie assistant is gone. There's a more advanced, all-powerful one now. An assistant who has learned everything there is to learn to fulfill your desires.”

He removed his eyes from the book and looked at you for a few seconds, then leaned down and kissed you. Something about Zandik is that he never forgot to use his tongue whenever he kissed you, even if only for a few seconds. He spoke as he leaned back again. “Let's see how much you've improved then, nurse.”

You smiled, immediately unzipped his pants, and put it in your mouth. It became so hard to make him moan as he aged, but you wanted to hear his voice a lot, you missed it. So, just like he taught you, you put your hands on the ground and used only your mouth and head to suck him. He wasn't making any noise, but you saw that he let the book down and started to look at your eyes.

He let out a shaky deep breath, leaned back further, and surrendered himself to you. Such moments happened so rarely with Zandik that you knew you had to make the most of it for the sake of old times.