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Nimbleness (to bend)

*Mature, 2,267 words

Harmony Cobel is a devout woman, but even the most faithful need their outlets. It is hardly her fault that the new hire is so alluring. And it is most definitely not her fault that she cannot uphold Lumon standards and needs a firm hand to guide her.

Miss Cobel fucks the nine principles into you.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65221741

Frolic. Woe. Dread. Malice. Tame in me the tempers four. Frolic. Woe. Dread. Malice.

Dread. Dread. Dread.

It hung around Harmony Cobel like a thick, insistent cloud today as she readied herself for work. Sliding silvery strands out of their tight plaits, she whispered the prayer over and over as if trying to persuade her lord onto her side. She sat at the altar, using the reflection she saw in Kier's portrait as she brushed her hair into the straight, uniform state it was to stay in. A little hairspray. A small blot of lipstick. She was properly attired. Harmony lowered her forehead to the floor and breathed out, exhaling the rancorous anxiety that curled around her neck beneath the turtleneck she wore. Her candles flickered and burnt the feelings away. Cleansed with Kier's care, she left the house.

Wintery roads were expected, and her VW rabbit blended right in like any hare worth its salt would, white on white against the pale horizon. The Lumon parking lot contrasted weakly with its dull grey parking lot. She descended the elevator and was returned to the white she agreed with.

"Good morning, Miss Cobel," Milchick greeted politely, smiling at her in that branded, programmed way. He was met with nothing more than a glance and a hum as she walked past, her heeled boots filling the silence that may have been considered rude if it weren't so predictable. "MDR is at their numbers," continued the man as he trailed behind, following her into her office.

"I'm glad to hear that." She settled in her swivel seat and booted up the company computer which chimed in cordial greeting as her name flashed across the screen.

"Shall I arrange another wellness session for Mark S?" asked the formal Mr. Milchick. It was a reasonable inquiry, she had stuck Mark S. in that room nearly every Monday for the duration of the quarter, monitoring his chat with the woman he had no reason to recognize in his severed state. She had been asking a silent question. A scientific inquiry, she would justify to anybody who may ask. Not that they would.

Is it gone? Is the grief gone? Is it gone? It was, if the way the pair blinked awkwardly at each other in the gaps between facts was any indication. Mark was friendly to her, but no more friendly than he was to his coworkers or any person he encountered. Ms. Casey was sweet, perhaps because she was endeared by his particular brand of lameness, but there was no evidence to suggest that it was fueled through some subconscious past leaking through the severance barrier. The stress, nonetheless, wore on her.

"...no, I do not believe it will be necessary," she answered after a beat of silence. He nodded obediently. She flicked through the security cameras routinely before turning to face him, her expression impassive. "You may go now. Attend to whatever celebratory arrangements you deem fit and do not return here until noon has passed." Milchick left and closed the door behind him. Harmony slid a hand down below her desk, staring blankly ahead as she deftly retrieved her walkie.

"Send her in," she said coldly.

The door cracked open, then stopped. Then it swung slowly open the rest of the way. In came a woman donning a powder blue coat and a green keycard dangling around her pale neck. The most recent addition to the severed floor, a painter Lumon had pushed to financial desperation and lured into a life of servitude to Kier as an O&D member. Harmony's most recent trial.

"Hi Miss Cobel," greeted the girl softly as she made her way in, clearly concerned about having been summoned to such an official office. Harmony inhaled, meditatively rubbing circles over Kier's holy visage beneath her desk, the little square clutched in worn hands.

"Hello, dear. Come. Sit," she greeted in as friendly a way as she could muster, her eyes not warming as her lips tilted into a smile. The girl nodded and closed the door before seating herself in front of her boss, crossing her ankles daintily.

Harmony trailed the outside of the Kier portrait, its square edges reminding her of how straight the path she followed should be. Once more, her fingers followed the border, and then she snapped it shut with a crisp click. She rose and circled around her desk, staring down into the green eyes she'd been having such a time with as of late.

Kier may not have outlawed romance as a whole, but the wooing of her subordinate felt sinful. It felt wrong. It felt so good.

Harmony reached and trailed her hand down the rumpled lapels of the girl's blazer, smoothing them. The girl flushed, just as she had expected. It was all too easy, this game of cat and mouse. Harmony would cite one handbook passage or another and accuse her of having violated it, and the girl would take her due punishment.

"Have I been good?" asked the girl, watching her better's hands deftly unbutton her blazer. She sat stiffly and looked to Miss Cobel quietly. She could only hope that was the case. Miss Cobel simply clicked her tongue and shook her head with a sway of silver hair, a less than reassuring response.

"You have been...adequate, I suppose." The girl had been excellent, actually. The quality of her work had been superb. And unlike many other innies, she hadn't put up so much fight, simply acquiesced to her new position. Thank Kier for that. Or herself- her constant reprimand may have taken a toll on the poor thing's psyche. No matter. "But even within an entire week of working here, at this generously awarded position within Lumon, you've failed to successfully recite the nine core principles. It is such a simple task, I don't understand why you falter so." She sighed and pushed the girl's blazer off of her shoulders, looking into her eyes with evident disappointment. Pouty lips parted with protest and she shushed them.

"If you succeed this time, I'll allow you to return to your department. If not..." The flogger perched shamelessly on her desk spoke for itself.

The girl shifted, pigment stained hands clasping anxiously in her lap. She stood before her on uncertain legs, eyes forward as she began to recite them to the best of her ability.

"Vision." Miss Cobel draped the confiscated blazer over the back of her chair and eyed how her cleavage looked in that button up.

"Verve." A nod.

"Wit."

"Cheer."

The room was tense with Miss Cobel gripping the edge of her desk as she leaned forward little by little, wondering how blasphemous it was for her to wish that a follower of Kier would fumble. She had needs that could not be denied.

"Humility," continued the girl.

"Benevolence."

"Probity."

"Wiles," the girl finished off and looked to her higher up to find her nearly slavering at the sight of her, lip pillowed between pearlescent canines.

"Ohhh, what a good try, dear," Harmony stood and tapped her cheek condescendingly. "But you've missed one."

Saints, the startled gasp that earned from the girl was delicious. Her innocent little face, pale with fear. It made a familiar temper stir between Harmony's plush thighs.

"Nimbleness, sweetheart." She leaned in close and nuzzled their cheeks together. "To bend."

The words were a soft exhale into her ear and both of their bodies shivered, a chain reaction. Taking advantage of the girl's current fear, she pushed her down by the scruff of her neck until her forehead was level with the crest of her oaken table. Her back arched picturesquely, eliciting a proud hum from Miss Cobel.

There was a long moment where she simply reveled in this pleasure, the beauty of having a woman bent over your desk. How could any faith prohibit this? It felt like divinity incarnate. And it wasn't as if she was doing this solely for herself, she was teaching her Kier's lessons. Yes. That was it. That was why she groped her supple bottom and chuckled a crooked chuckle before pushing her skirt up to her hips. It was for Kier that she nimbly snuck her fingers beneath her panties and sampled her slick. It was with His hand that she wielded the flogger, each leather tassel embroidered delicately with a core principle. They traced over the supple curves of the girls hips, simply dragging over her flesh. The girl peered over her shoulder, watching Miss Cobel's languid actions. Cobel gave no reprimand, allowing her to look on as she luxuriated in her body.

It did not last forever though. A sharp crack sounded through the air, followed by a startled whimper as each principle laid into her. And again, Harmony used ample strength to strike her ass. The pain on her face that was undoubtedly laced with enjoyment was too good. She clenched her thighs and struck her again. And again.

"Hnn- oh- Miss Cobel!" the girl pled helplessly, her little knees beginning to tremble as a tear slid down her thigh. Harmony moaned in appreciation for the sight and smiled wickedly. She did not answer her pleas. Kier's words slapping against her ass, her thighs, her pulsing cunt should've been enough.

They certainly were for her.

But for the girl, it was hopeless. She was panting and whining, inching more and more of her torso to lay on the desk in a desperate need for support. Another flick of her wrist sent her further keening, an aroused sob leaving her lips. Harmony had to take a moment, her eyes rolling back at just that pornographic sound.

"Shhhh, you're a good girl. You can take it. Can't you? Don't you want to be good for me? For Him?" she coaxed, unwilling to give up chasing her own perversions quite yet. The girl sniffled and laid her head on her arms, shakily agreeing to take more. She didn't want to go against the Eagan word.

Harmony moved to sit in her comfortable swivel chair, dragging her over by the hips and laying her down in her lap. She cooed with faux sympathy as she rubbed a hand over her reddened little ass. "I'll get you some salve later," she promised in a quiet murmur.

Fastening her fingers securely in the girl's hair, she began once more. Thwack! Right on the crux of her thighs, making her writhe, clit perking up and her entire body arching against her for relief. Harmony watched with lust narrowed eyes, mouth agape as she watched that lace become ever more saturated with the holy results of her discipline.

"H-hurts," whined the girl. Miss Cobel flicked the flogger harder. "Ah!" Then, she flipped the tool around and without warning, shoved it against the girl's glistening panties. She wasn't penetrating her- loss of virginity outside of matrimony was strictly prohibited- but she rubbed it roughly against her sensitive bundle of nerves. It was hardly an elegant way to get her off, nor was it precise, but neither of them cared. The girl just wanted to ease the building ache of her cunt, and Harmony just wanted to force her into submission. To defile her as much as she could allow herself. Harmony panted softly, all too worked up.

"Mmnh, yes please, thank you ma'am," came a weak babble from wherever the girl's head was right now. She was moaning beautiful moans into the empty office air, loud enough to hear, but not quite obtrusive enough to risk being caught. Harmony loved this about her. The perfect whore.

Pressing harder into her, the end of the flogger moved in hasty circles. "You take it gorgeously. He'd be proud," she murmured, licking her lips and leaning to get a better view. The squelching wet noises being made between the pommel and her cunt were obscene and were only accented by the breathless whines being contributed vocally.

Harmony picked up the pace, were that even possible. Legs flailed, shaking madly and those precious moans started to turn more erratic.

"Hah- hn- hn- ah- hn-" she sounded like a squeaky toy being shaken in the jaws of a vicious hound. Harmony growled with effort.

"You're getting close." It wasn't a question. She knew this. She could see the damp puddle on her own skirt being formed by the girl's copious desire.

"Please."

"Please?"

"Please!!"

It was convincing enough for her. She didn't let up. With a few more rough thrusts of the handle against her, the girl came undone, crying out weakly before going limp.

Harmony purred with satisfaction and watched a few cloying strings of her arousal stick to the pommel as she rescinded it from her weeping pussy.

For a moment, a calm and tranquil moment, it was gone. The flow of lusty juices beneath both of their skirts had washed the grief and anything conceivably dreadful away.

"Very good," she said, her voice low and proud.

She held the girl's head down a moment longer so she could lave her tongue over the end of the flogger without witnesses, tasting the nectar of her labor and letting out a smooth groan. She had her fill and pushed the girl carefully off her lap. Tender hands tugged her skirt down and smoothed it, turning her around to inspect for any evidence of their tryst. It was concealed enough. Miss Cobel slid her blazer back over her shoulders for her and buttoned it with ease. A final inspection was given, and she nodded.

"You may return to your work now."

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