Uhhh...yeah. I wrote something. And edited it myself. My apologies if I missed a few things. Here you go.

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“SAAAAAAXTON HAAAAALE!” a voice coming from what seemed to be the very heavens rang. The Administrator looked up from her work to see a figure coming straight at the giant arched window of her office, and only just managed to flee from her desk as it was smashed open and Saxton Hale himself came flying through it. “So! I hear someone changed their minds” Landing on his feet with his knees bent, Saxton stood back up and brushed off the shards of glass on his chest, unfazed from having collided through one and a half inches of bulletproof glass. The Administrator felt a wave of irritation pass through her when she saw her window and ornate cedar desk destroyed by the Australian, but it soon subsided. She’d have her revenge soon enough.

“You got my message?” The Administrator asked, a smile most devious coming over her pallid face. She turned and gave a slight nod to Miss Pauling, who was lurking in a dark corner of her office, before starting to walk over to Saxton.

“I did,” Saxton said, stretching ostensibly to show his most impressive physique. “And I had my chopper bring me straight here as soon as I got it. I knew you’d come around, you saucy old bat, you.”

“Well, what can I say,” the Administrator said, lying suavely as she came closer to him. When they were only a foot from each other, she laid a hand on Saxton’s tan chest, letting it wander down over his defined abdominals and towards the hem of his shorts. “No woman can resist /the/ Saxton Hale, and I suppose I’m no exception.” Glancing over, she saw Miss Pauling readying the bonds. Saxton, of course, didn’t notice.

“Oh, I understand completely,” Saxton said with a chuckle, bringing a large, hairy arm around the Administrator and pulling her close to him. “You are, after all, only human.”

The Administrator forced herself to chuckle and pulled away, giving an alluring look to Saxton as she walked toward the center of the office. “Well, what are we waiting for? I have something to show you, bad boy.” the Administrator’s mind suddenly fluttered back to her time in Amsterdam as she lured Saxton the center of the room. Ah, memories.

“Trying out some new tricks, Helen old girl?” Saxton asked as he followed her to the center of the room. “You know how I love those.”

“Oh, you could say that,” the Administrator said as she moved away from the center. “Now, stay there and close your eyes.”

“Oh, have something naughty planned, old girl?“ Saxton said, his eyes glimmering mischievously.

“You’ll see. ” The Administrator said as she walked away. Saxton stood there obediently, closing his eyes and strumming his fingers in anticipation. The Administrator moved to the front of her office and nodded to Miss Pauling, who in position with the lever and ready. Miss Pauling pulled it down, and before Saxton could react, a pair of thick chains with cuffs came flying from two different apertures on opposite sides of the room, grabbing Saxton’s wrists and locking him in place. Just as he opened his eyes in surprise, another two came from the ground, cuffing his ankles and holding him in place. Grunting, Saxton tried to move, but the chains locked and held him firmly in place. Much to the Administrator’s delight, he was bound and utterly at her mercy.

“What’s all this?!” Saxton said, his voice rising slightly. He tugged hard on his arms, but the cuffs were too strong for even him. The Administrator cackled sharply and walked over to the helpless Australian, wearing a look of smug triumph on her face.

“The 25th of May, ” The Administrator said sharply, the smiling disappearing. “You were supposed to deliver a new shipment of Dead Ringers. They never came in.” she started circling around Saxton, like a spider circling a hapless fly.

“Wait…you’re upset over that?” Saxton said, trying to turn his head to face her. “I was busy…and they came in a few days later, didn’t they?”

“I DIDN’T NEED THEM A FEW DAYS LATER,” the Administrator snarled, coming over and digging a hand into Saxton’s shoulder. “I need them on the 25th.” leaving a few deep scratches in his flesh, she relinquished her hand and began circling again.

“Look, Helen…” Saxton began, suddenly feeling a bit nervous, “I didn’t mean for those to be late…and besides, it’s not like it’s a regular thing-”

“The 3rd of March,” the Administrator continued, cutting Saxton off, “Two dozen crates of Bonk!. They didn’t come in until the 7th.” her voice was rising as she spoke. “The 13th of July, the prototype for the razorback. Didn’t arrive until the 15th. And let’s not forget the incident in December. You kept me waiting a week for those Gunboats, and when they came in, they only reduced explosion damage 75%.” she went silent, waiting for Saxton to give a reply. He squirmed uncomfortably in his chains.

“N-now look, Helen,” he began, his usual swagger greatly diminished, “I didn’t mean for those things to be late…I was preoccupied, you know, publicity tours, media, all that-”

“DON’T YOU BEGIN WITH THOSE EXCUSES!” the Administrator shrieked. “I have been dealing with you and your insatiable narcissism for years now. I have covered your ass one too many times, Saxton- nuclear disasters, hippies assaults, astronomical accidents-”

“Poopy Joe’s demise had nothing to do with Mann Co.!” Saxton protested.

“Enough!” she said, bringing her hand up and smacking Saxton over the cheek. Saxton flinched, but couldn’t move as the bony hand smacked him. “You have used me for too long. And now-” she nodded to Miss Pauling, who rushed over to her file cabinet to retrieve something, “I will be using you.”

Despite it being a mundane, assuming thing, the file cabinet in the Administrator’s office was probably the most important file cabinet in the world. It was bullet proof, bomb proof, fire proof, and each drawer needed an ornately made, one of a kind key to be opened. The first drawer was filled with the Administrator’s schemes-blueprints, intelligence, ideas for world domination, etc. The second contained three activation devices, each of which activated a different nuclear stockpile in a different part of the world. She would reference those with a little play on words from time to time: ‘Three strikes and you’re out.’ the third cabinet held brief records on every military, political, and cultural leader in the world, their whereabouts, their locations, their weaknesses; difficult to keep up to date, but exceedingly useful nonetheless. The fourth drawer was the one Miss Pauling was opening now, and it contained items of far less…destructive capability than the other three. But to the Administratorr, it was just as important. For while the others cabinets were useful for when she wanted to be cunning, this fourth one was perfect for when she wanted to be…naughty.

“Now,” the Administrator said, moving over and bringing her fingers to the hem of Saxton’s tiny shorts, “You won’t be needing these.”

“What are you-” Saxton was cut off as his shorts were torn off unceremoniously by the Administrator, leaving him totally bare and at the Administrator’s mercy.

“Should I get lubricant, Miss Administrator?” Miss Pauling called as she rummaged through the drawer, making Saxton realize exactly what was going on.

“Wait…you’re not..!” He said, his voice growing panicky as he began struggling with renewed vigor.

“No, that won’t be necessary,” the Administrator said, looking at Saxton’s naked, tan body hungrily. “Just bring me Steely Daniel. And get a strap-on of your own. We can work together.”

“You’re crazy!” Saxton said, clenching his fists as he struggled. “You can’t do this!”

“But I can,” the Administrator said with a coo, coming around and taking Saxton’s chin in her hand. “And I am.”

Miss Pauling came rushing back, arms laden with the strap-ons. “Very good,” the Administrator said, taking Steely Daniel and cradling it in her arms like it was a beloved pet. With one hand, she forced Saxton down, making him bend his legs and make his entrance vulnerable. With the other, she strapped the dildo on, clipping it and waving it like it was a sword. “Pauling, you take his mouth,” the Administrator instructed as she moved in position behind Saxton and grabbed onto his shoulders, forcing him further downward. “I’ve got the rear. Get ready, Mr. Hale.”

“C’mon, Helen, don’t do thi-” Miss Pauling couldn’t help but feel bad for the trembling Mr. Hale as she forced the strap-on into his open mouth, cutting him off as he spoke, He gagged on it and tried to pull away, but the chains kept him still. He looked up imploringly at Miss Pauling, who could only give him a pitying smile as she stood there idly. Behind him, the Administrator had taken her own strap on and pressed it to the tight muscle of Saxton’s hole, ready for entry.

“Well, what are you waiting for, an invitation?” the Administrator asked Miss Pauling, raising her eyebrow. “Start thrusting.” Turning back to Saxton, the Administrator began forcing the dildo into him, going slowly and stretching the man’s tight entrance painfully. Saxton cried out as he was penetrated, but Miss Pauling’s strap on stifled the noises he made. The Administrator pushed in further, until she had reached Saxton’s prostate and brushed up against, eliciting a mingled moan of pain and pleasure from the Australian. “Feel good?” the Administrator asked, leaning down over Saxton Hale as Miss Pauling began reluctantly thrusting. “It’s what you deserve.”

The Administrator began pulling out, leaving Saxton feeling sore and strangely empty, before stopping midway and thrusting back in. Saxton gasped and clenched his fists, but offered no further resistance as the Administrator continued sodomizing him. He was sputtering as Miss Pauling pushed in and out of his mouth, sometimes coughing and gagging when she went too far in. The Administrator was quite skilled with her strap on; every time she thrust in, she elicited muffled moans of ecstasy from Saxton, who was finding himself unwillingly enjoying her thrusts in and out of him. She pressed against his prostrate again and again, sending pleasure to his cock and pushing it into a hard-on. Reaching down, she took Saxton’s member and began stroking it as she thrust her strap on, making the Australian writhe in his binds and cry out from behind Pauling’s dildo. “Good,” the Administrator cooed, pressing her thumb to the head of his cock and rubbing it. Saxton’s body began to glisten with sweat as he was pushed back and forth in his chains by the women. “You’re taking this quite well, Mr. Hale.”

With a few further thrusts of Steely Daniel and a few pumps of Saxton’s cock, the Australian was pushed to orgasm and cried out as he seed spilt out onto the floor below him. The Administrator smiled triumphantly and pulled out, satisfied with her work. Miss Pauling did the same, letting Saxton gasp for air and cough once his mouth was free. He was shaking slightly and let himself sag in his bindings, post-orgasmic enervation rendering him still. “Well, Mr. Hale, I think we’ve made some excellent progress,” the Administrator said as she went to store Steely Daniel away.

“You…you evil, sadistic witch…” Saxton said in gasps of breath, still recovering from the penetration. The Administrator frowned.

‘But apparently not enough,” she said with a frown, walking back over to the chained up Australian. “You need to learn who the boss is, Mr. Hale. And if you refuse to give me the respect I deserve, than I shall simply have to teach you to give it.” she withdrew another item from the drawer and walked over to Saxton, a cold smile on her lips.

“Wait…what’re you-!” Saxton was cut off as a ball gag was forced into his mouth. He grunted and tried to force it away, but the Administrator latched it in place before he could stop her.

“I will teach you obedience,” the Administrator said coldly as she walked across the room and to the door, “No matter the cost. Good day, Mr. Hale.” Saxton Hale tried to shout at her as she began to leave, but his muffled cries went unheard. The Administrator left the office, and Miss Pauling followed, but not before turning and giving Saxton one last, pitying smile. She made a mental note to herself as she exited; never be late for the Administrator.