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What She Really Needs	By : AlexPage Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 9224 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Evangelion, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-What She Really Needs
- 2-What She Really Needs (Long Form)
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TITLE: What She Really Needs

AUTHOR: Alex Page

RATING: NC-17 - This story contains numerous scenes of bondage and domination, with a dash of S&M thrown in for good measure. If that doesn't appeal to you, please, move on and find another story. We'll all be happier that way. Also, it should be noted that this is a work of pure fiction. The author does not condone any act that is not 100% consensual.

PAIRING: Misato, Ritsuko, and Maya (various pairings)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: While revisiting some old projects, I stumbled across this one, and it occurred to me that, if people were going to adequately judge whether the whole story should be written out or not, it'd probably be best if they had a sample of the sort of writing to expect, so, here's the beginning, properly rewritten. Bear in mind, however, as I said in my profile, I tend to prefer working with my own characters, rather than someone else's so this isn't exactly a priority for me. As a result, updates might be a little slow, but if there's sufficient interest, I will certainly endeavor to be more prompt than I have been, thus far.

The dull hum of the fluorescent lighting and the faint whir of the fans cooling the computers and other assorted bits of machinery were the only sounds that dared to break the silence of Nerv HQ. The silence was certainly unusual, but due to a lull in Angel activity, things were unusually slow, so the base was operating with only the required staff, while everyone else was taking some much needed time off before the next crisis inevitably struck ... everyone, it seemed, except for Maya Ibuki. Poor Maya was stuck wading through the small mountain of paperwork that had accumulated while she did her part in dealing with the seemingly endless parade of emergencies that plagued Nerv and the city of Tokyo-3. One would think the higher ups would let a little thing like paperwork slide, given the stakes involved, but bureaucracy refused to be put on hold forever, even by a little thing like the end of the world, and now, with sudden lull, she was out of excuses.

After almost 10 hours of wading through the seemingly endless backlog, without so much as a break, Maya almost found herself wishing for the next Angel to appear. Oh, she had no love of violence, let alone the utter chaos that invariably followed in the wake of an Angel incursion, but she was beginning to question whether a slow death, drowning in a sea of paperwork was really any better. Still, she continued to press on, more through the habit of forced repetition than through any conscious effort, having reached the point of exhaustion hours ago.

In that trance-like state, she never heard the footsteps as someone stormed up behind her, and she nearly jumped out of her seat when that same person suddenly shouted, "Maya! What the hell is this?"

Maya instantly recognized the voice of Dr. Ritsuko Akagi. She could never forget it, even if she tried. She also recognized how angry that voice sounded, and that realization made her cringe in fear and shame. She looked up to the doctor and always did the very best she could, not because of the importance of the job, but because she desperately wanted to prove herself worthy of her position. She lived in constant fear of doing anything that would diminish her worth in the doctor's eyes and cause her to look for someone better. So, with trepidation, Maya wondered how she had failed her mentor, this time.

She never got the chance to ask, though, because even as the thought was forming, it was cut off when Dr. Akagi slammed a stack of papers down on the desk, then stood with her hands on her hips, waiting expectantly, as if no further explanation were needed.

Maya immediately recognized the papers as ones she'd filed earlier that day, but for the life of her, she couldn't figure out what had her mentor in such an uproar. In the end, the only response she could manage was a meek, "I'm sorry, Ma'am?"

Dr. Akagi heaved a sigh of exasperation, as if to say that she shouldn't have to explain these things, but she offered clarification, anyway. "You know you're supposed to file everything twice," she said. "One copy goes to the Commander, and one goes to your immediate supervisor, who, in case you've forgotten, is me! You're lucky that Dr. Ikari isn't here, right now, so I was able to 'borrow' his copy. Otherwise, your carelessness would've held up my work, all day."

Maya froze. How could she have made such a simple mistake? She was usually so meticulous. Still, with all of the papers she'd filed that day, it wasn't inconceivable. In fact, as she thought about it, she realized that's exactly what had happened. She'd intended to submit a second copy, but she got sidetracked by other paperwork and, somewhere along the line, she simply forgot.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am" she replied, her head hung down in shame. "I've just been so busy."

"I've had it with your excuses," Dr. Akagi snapped back. "I think it's time you learned about consequences."

Maya wondered what that meant, but she didn't have to wonder for long, as Dr. Akagi seized Maya by the arm and hauled her out of the chair.

"Ow!" Maya cried instinctively.

"Stop complaining!" Dr. Akagi replied. "You brought this on, yourself!"

With that, she dragged Maya to a nearby storage closet, threw her inside, and locked the door before slamming it shut behind them.

Major Misato Katsuragi was growing increasingly frustrated. Her whole day had been spent running around in circles, between the various departments, dealing with all of the mundane bureaucratic issues involved with keeping Nerv HQ running smoothly. It seemed that all of the routine, but necessary, tasks that the higher ups didn't want to be bothered with always landed in her lap, and the sudden influx of busy work hadn't put her in the best mood.

Misato was stalking off to the next stop on her itinerary, while pondering the best place for a stiff drink (because, boy was she going to need one after this shift), when the sound of yelling brought her to a complete stop. She'd known Ritsuko for long enough to instantly recognize her voice, and she could make out her side of the conversation well enough to know that she was chewing out one of her subordinates. As Misato inched forward to investigate further, she reached the corner just in time to see Ritsuko dragging Maya into a supply closet.

Misato had absolutely no idea what was going on. It certainly looked like a departmental problem, but both Ritsuko and Maya were too valuable to risk letting a disagreement get out of hand. If left unchecked, a rift between those two could throw their whole department into chaos, taking the rest of Nerv down with them. Besides, petty infighting was a luxury none of them could afford � not when they all had their hands full enough as it was, just trying to deal with the Angels.

As Misato considered whether or not she should intervene before things escalated any further, she slowly inched her way toward the door. She was still trying to decide exactly what course of action she should take when her train of thought was derailed by a series of heavy slapping sounds, each followed by a muffled scream, all coming from inside the closet.

That did it! Misato cursed herself for waiting this long and knew she had to take immediate action. Tugging a master key from her pocket, she hurriedly unlocked the supply closet and threw the door open, before charging inside, prepared for a fight. She was not prepared for what she saw inside, however, and she simply stood in shock as she took in the scene before her.

There, in the center of the tiny room, stood Maya, stark naked. Her nipples were held in the grip of a vicious looking pair of clamps that were joined together by a short length of chain. A rope was tied to the center of that chain, pulled down between her legs, back up through the crack of her ass, up through an eyebolt in the ceiling, and back down, to securely bind both of her hands well above her head. The result left her body stretched so tautly that her feet barely touched the floor. As a finishing touch, to muffle her protests, a smooth cloth of some sort peeked out from between Maya's lips � a cloth that, if Misato didn't know better, she would have sworn looked like women's panties.

Behind her, stood Ritsuko, who, in contrast, looked surprisingly normal in her everyday, work clothes, but that's where the normalcy stopped. The good doctor was wielding Maya's discarded belt like a whip and using it repeatedly smack the helpless girl's ass, causing her to bite down on her makeshift gag, while she squealed in pain.

"What the hell?" Misato muttered, not even realizing she'd said the words out loud.

Apparently, having found her voice, Misato's intrusion had finally become relevant, because Ritsuko stopped whipping Maya. Without otherwise acknowledging the new arrival, she draped the belt over Maya's shoulder and said to her, "Well, Maya, you've lucked out. It looks like we'll have to finish your punishment later." Then, she tucked her hands in her lab coat and nonchalantly turned to face Misato, acting the whole time as if she'd been caught doing nothing more unusual than reading the morning paper. "To what do we owe the pleasure, Misato?"

Ritsuko's relaxed attitude was starting to get on Misato's already worn nerves. Didn't she see anything wrong with the current situation? "Stow the pleasantries!" she snapped. "With Dr. Ikari away, I'm the second-in-command, here, so it's my job to make sure that everything is running smoothly. Having the head scientist punishing her staff in this manner crosses the line, and you know it!"

"My dear Misato," Ritsuko replied, remaining utterly unflappable, "I really think you're overreacting. Ever since Kaji left, you've been so high strung. You really should relax more."

"You leave Kaji out--"

Misato's response was cut off by a face full of mist, streaming from an ampoule Ritsuko had surreptitiously produced from one of her pockets. As the spay took effect, the small room slowly began to sway beneath them.

"Wha--what are you--?" Misato tried to ask the obvious question, but Ritsuko cut her off by putting a finger to her lips.

"Shh!" Ritsuko whispered in a motherly tone, inching closer and closer with each passing second. "It's just a little sedative to help you relax." By this point, she was so close that her lips brushed against Misato's ear with each syllable. "I hope you have sweet dreams, my dear Misato, because the fun is just starting."

Misato shook her head, trying to clear it of the effects of the mist, but the gentle swaying of the room had only gotten worse. Now, the whole world seemed to be tumbling end over end. Panicking, Misato tried to cry out, but the only sound that escaped her lips was a muted mumble, as her whole body grew heavy and unresponsive. Everything seemed to whirl around her head in a blur centered around the only thing she could still see clearly: Ritsuko's smiling face � a face that leaned forward and gave Misato a tender kiss on the forehead, moments before blackness began to creep in at the edges of her vision, slowly swallowing everything until, at long last, it devoured Misato, too.
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