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"Agent Lo, pop quiz, what's an 0-9-2 designation for?"

Agent Daisy Johnson of SHIELD flashed a wise smile at her new partner. The young Asian woman rolled her eyes, but brushed back a strand of straight black hair as she searched her memory.

"Unidentified biological signature?"

Daisy stopped for a second.

"Wow, I guess you actually do learn that sort of stuff at the academy, I need to check before every mission what exactly we're looking for. Thought I could catch you out when I didn't see you at the data terminals before we left."

The new recruit smiled. She had soft features and was a bit too short to be much good in a fight, and looked even less intimidating in the plain t-shirt she wore, concealing an icer stun-gun at her belt.

"I was top of my class, got there by remembering stuff like that. Increases my efficiency in the field, after all."

"I suppose so, as long as you remember the combat training."

Agent Lo's features were brightened by a small smile as she absent-mindedly picked at her jeans, making sure Fitz's specialised fibres would let her fight effectively.

"I'm ready if I need to use them, but didn't the briefing say that the signature was quite small?"

"Yeah, and hopefully that means we're dealing with an easy job, that's why you're my only backup. Now follow my lead, Agent."

Daisy strode forward to the door of the downtown Bangalore hotel. She undid one button of her low-cut pink top, hoping she could use her assets to get past any security there. She had clearance to use her powers is necessary, but really didn't want to hurt anyone. Actually, the hotel looked a bit too old to withstand any seismic activity anyway.

And then the door was locked tight.

"Agent Lo, you have any lockpicks?" At least this was giving her a chance to experience command for once. Plus it was nice that May was making sure to hire more Chinese people to keep up diversity.

A small shape of black hair moved under her field of vision as her newest colleague carried out an almost choreographed set of movements, and ten seconds later the door had swung opens with a small explosion of dust at their feet.

"Alright, rookie, maybe you don't need my lead..."

Her younger companion only blushed with a coy smile that really highlighted her dimples.

Come on, Daisy, no need to admire the fresh meat so much.

"Agent Johnson...?"

Daisy was about to snap something unwise about inappropriate relationships when she was hit by the same realisation her prodigious partner just had been. The lobby was completely empty. There was a day's layer of dust everywhere, despite the fact that Fitz-Simmons' research had confirmed there were at least five families and ten workers currently staying there.

"Alright, Agent. I think you've proved you can handle yourself. We'll split up, you take this floor, I'll look upstairs. Radio if you find anything, alright?"

"Yes, Madam!" Lo's salute was equal parts jovial and earnest. Daisy could get used to that sort of personality, it could add some more colour to the missions if the girl would follow orders well. While it was early days, she had no complaints so far.

But now wasn't the time to be thinking of new prospects for the Secret Warriors project. Now was time for business. She ran up the stairs, thankful for Fitz's invention of high heels which had some sort of stress cushion making them usable for physical activity as well as for seduction. Not that it looked like she'd have chance to seduce anyone. She couldn't think of many scenarios where the civilians here were still alive. She trusted Agent Lo to handle herself and call for her to Quake something if the alien was dangerous. Hopefully the poor souls that had clearly become the 0-9-2's victims or dinner... eww were simply victims of the element of surprise, and the small signature was something she could handle. The alternative was worse, but even that could probably be solved by having Lo use the gymnastics skills that were on her details to get the heck out while Daisy brought the building down.

And that train of thought had carried her through six rooms, each as empty as the last, and all unlocked. She didn't want to doubt a graduate of the new Academy, but Daisy knew she needed to check up on the agent downstairs.

"Agent Lo, have you found anything?"

The line was silent for a few moments.

"No, ssorry. Nothing interessting down here. Keep ssearching I guesss."

Daisy wondered why their high-tech comms systems had so much weird sibilance to them, but she was at least satisfied that the cute newbie hadn't got herself in trouble under Daisy's watch. She kneeled down and sent some vibrations through the floor, hoping to find something through sonar.

Still nothing.

Think, Daisy. We just scanned before we moved in, there is something here, so where is it hiding?

She sighed. She hated to admit it, but the one she hoped was to be her protégé must have missed a sign downstairs. One hand on her own icer, Agent Johnson headed back to the ground floor lobby.

And came face to face with a huge snake.

It was almost the size of an adult man, she estimated, if it uncoiled. Its scales were dark brown, and its eyes were huge. And they were filled with colours. Swirling colours. Pretty colours...

Daisy felt her arms fall down at her side, dropping the stun gun which was her first line of defence. She opened her mouth to shout for backup but it simply hung open limply, her words never reaching it.

The snake seemed to smile as its tongue flicked appreciatively, and it talked in a strange, almost human voice, it's mouth only moving slightly.

"That'sss a good girl. There'sss no need to resssissst, you will be mine ssssoon."

The snake moved its head around playfully, delighting as Daisy's head bobbed along with his, drool coming out of her open mouth.

And it all happened in the time it took for Daisy to remember the word telepathy to describe the snake's voice. It was like the snake was moving at three times a normal speed. No, that's ridiculous, I would've felt the air pressure or something. Wait... that must mean I'm thinking slowly. Something is slowing down my thoughts... It must be those colours... Those pretty colours.

The colours are soothing me. I like to watch them expand and wash away. The colours are pretty. I don't need to think about anything else. Pretty... Nice... Soothing...

Then Agent Johnson felt a strange embrace around her midriff. If was slightly rough... Scales! She reacted instantly, breaking out of her trance with a frustrated grunt and drawing on the power within her. By the time she'd decided to do that, there were already four coils covering her entire belly. Anyone less trained and quick thinking than Daisy would be trapped before they could act, but not her.

She sent out a wave of energy which threw away the snake to the other end of the room. Plaster feel from the ceiling in a cloud as the foundations shook unsteadily. Daisy embraced her ability to think at normal speed again.

I can't let myself look at the colours again. But they were a wave, maybe I can cancel them out with one of my own.

As the snake reared his head, she sent a pulse of circular air waves, converging in on themselves in an exact mirror of the pattern of hypnotic colours the snake had already begun to display again.

Yes! It's working, now I just need to evac- Oh shit, Agent Lo's still down here!

Daisy moved a hand down to her belt to activate her comms device while the other shook with effort as she continued to emanate the seismic waves within her own body.

"Agent Lo, I've found the 0-9-2. Approach from behind while I hold it off."

"Whatever you ssssay, bosss"

The senior agent had barely begun to articulate a curse about Fitz's shoddy engineering when she felt a form press against her back, about a head shorter than her. She saw a lean, tanned arm wrap itself around her chest, one hand beginning a very inappropriate massage. The shock was enough to have her drop the hand sending her power towards the snake for a moment. And that was all the creature needed.

The snake darted forward with supernatural speed, until its head was inches away from Daisy's face, and the colours were even faster now. But the SHIELD Agent was ready. She released her seismic power within her own mind, cancelling out the waves of colour which sought to invade her mind and stunt it into a hypnotic trance.

But concentrating on that meant she had no concentration left to resist the human assailant behind her.

"Sssso you are much more than a girl-cub. Luckily for me, I already have another able human who hassss chossssen to ssssubmit to me." The telepathic voice of the snake chuckled. "Sssslave, ensssure that the Inhuman here cannot concccentrate." The snake's tongue playfully flicked out, brushing against her lips which were clenched tight in defiance and concentration.

Daisy felt a downwards movement on her stomach, and then two slender fingers found their way under her pants.

A few agonising moments of pleasure later, Diasy couldn't control herself. Her back arched slightly as she let a moan escape her. And she lost control of the only thing keeping the brainwashing colours at bay.

Her mind was fully invaded, and now her partner was giving her a shoulder massage to ease her relaxation into the embrace of the colours. Coils started to tightly wrap around her again.

I don't mind, as long as I can see the colours. Actually, they feel nice. They're comfortable. I can slip away into them and let them carry me wherever it wants. I don't need to worry, I have the colours now. I can just relax into these coils and let Masster tell me what to think. That isss all I need.

The small squeeze of her abdomen sent a pinging sensation through her head, and she was left with a dumb, wide smile, without any thoughts. Her new Master retracted his coils, and left her standing at attention beside a naked Agent Lo. Slave Daisy blushed as some deep part of her realised that her partner had been privilege to an even more intimate experience with the Master.

"Ssso, my ssslavesss, you are both part of an agencccy which ssseeksss to capture me, correct?"

The question allowed both girls a moment of autonomy to give a droning 'Yesss Massster', with their authentic smiles of pleasure still lighting up their faces.

"Then I sssuppossse I will have to make ussse of the agentsss I have here to guarantee my sssafety. Any ideasss, my petsss?"

Just as expected, the younger recruit quickly formulated a plan the moment her brain was given leave to think again. She turned to Daisy with eyes bright with circles of colour, but also excitement.

"Now I have the 0-9-2 captive, don't you think Agent Ssssimmonsss will want a look at it?"

Daisy grinned back. "That'sss my clever girl. Yesss, I will make ssssure Massster will sssee her sssoon."

A few moments of play with their Master later, Daisy prepared to return to base. She was impossibly happy to be a good asset for her Master, but still burned with envy as she thought of her apprentice with Master's other harem girls and slaves in his lair deep in the hotel's basement. She would have to make up for it by ensuring she got a front row seat to Simmons' fall into blissful enslavement.
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Another Kaa story and another Agents of SHIELD story all in one! I was inspired to include an extra Asian OC when I read about the drama with Chloe Bennett's comments on diversity in Hollywood, and didn't want to use Agent May since, clearly, she needs to be the last one to fall if I do a sequel to this story. Hope you all enjoyed!

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"Agent Lo, pop quiz, what's an 0-9-2 designation for?"

Agent Daisy Johnson of SHIELD flashed a wise smile at her new partner. The young Asian woman rolled her eyes, but brushed back a strand of straight black hair as she searched her memory.

"Unidentified biological signature?"

Daisy stopped for a second.

"Wow, I guess you actually do learn that sort of stuff at the academy, I need to check before every mission what exactly we're looking for. Thought I could catch you out when I didn't see you at the data terminals before we left."

The new recruit smiled. She had soft features and was a bit too short to be much good in a fight, and looked even less intimidating in the plain t-shirt she wore, concealing an icer stun-gun at her belt.

"I was top of my class, got there by remembering stuff like that. Increases my efficiency in the field, after all."

"I suppose so, as long as you remember the combat training."

Agent Lo's features were brightened by a small smile as she absent-mindedly picked at her jeans, making sure Fitz's specialised fibres would let her fight effectively.

"I'm ready if I need to use them, but didn't the briefing say that the signature was quite small?"

"Yeah, and hopefully that means we're dealing with an easy job, that's why you're my only backup. Now follow my lead, Agent."

Daisy strode forward to the door of the downtown Bangalore hotel. She undid one button of her low-cut pink top, hoping she could use her assets to get past any security there. She had clearance to use her powers is necessary, but really didn't want to hurt anyone. Actually, the hotel looked a bit too old to withstand any seismic activity anyway.

And then the door was locked tight.

"Agent Lo, you have any lockpicks?" At least this was giving her a chance to experience command for once. Plus it was nice that May was making sure to hire more Chinese people to keep up diversity.

A small shape of black hair moved under her field of vision as her newest colleague carried out an almost choreographed set of movements, and ten seconds later the door had swung opens with a small explosion of dust at their feet.

"Alright, rookie, maybe you don't need my lead..."

Her younger companion only blushed with a coy smile that really highlighted her dimples.

Come on, Daisy, no need to admire the fresh meat so much.

"Agent Johnson...?"

Daisy was about to snap something unwise about inappropriate relationships when she was hit by the same realisation her prodigious partner just had been. The lobby was completely empty. There was a day's layer of dust everywhere, despite the fact that Fitz-Simmons' research had confirmed there were at least five families and ten workers currently staying there.

"Alright, Agent. I think you've proved you can handle yourself. We'll split up, you take this floor, I'll look upstairs. Radio if you find anything, alright?"

"Yes, Madam!" Lo's salute was equal parts jovial and earnest. Daisy could get used to that sort of personality, it could add some more colour to the missions if the girl would follow orders well. While it was early days, she had no complaints so far.

But now wasn't the time to be thinking of new prospects for the Secret Warriors project. Now was time for business. She ran up the stairs, thankful for Fitz's invention of high heels which had some sort of stress cushion making them usable for physical activity as well as for seduction. Not that it looked like she'd have chance to seduce anyone. She couldn't think of many scenarios where the civilians here were still alive. She trusted Agent Lo to handle herself and call for her to Quake something if the alien was dangerous. Hopefully the poor souls that had clearly become the 0-9-2's victims or dinner... eww were simply victims of the element of surprise, and the small signature was something she could handle. The alternative was worse, but even that could probably be solved by having Lo use the gymnastics skills that were on her details to get the heck out while Daisy brought the building down.

And that train of thought had carried her through six rooms, each as empty as the last, and all unlocked. She didn't want to doubt a graduate of the new Academy, but Daisy knew she needed to check up on the agent downstairs.

"Agent Lo, have you found anything?"

The line was silent for a few moments.

"No, ssorry. Nothing interessting down here. Keep ssearching I guesss."

Daisy wondered why their high-tech comms systems had so much weird sibilance to them, but she was at least satisfied that the cute newbie hadn't got herself in trouble under Daisy's watch. She kneeled down and sent some vibrations through the floor, hoping to find something through sonar.

Still nothing.

Think, Daisy. We just scanned before we moved in, there is something here, so where is it hiding?

She sighed. She hated to admit it, but the one she hoped was to be her protégé must have missed a sign downstairs. One hand on her own icer, Agent Johnson headed back to the ground floor lobby.

And came face to face with a huge snake.

It was almost the size of an adult man, she estimated, if it uncoiled. Its scales were dark brown, and its eyes were huge. And they were filled with colours. Swirling colours. Pretty colours...

Daisy felt her arms fall down at her side, dropping the stun gun which was her first line of defence. She opened her mouth to shout for backup but it simply hung open limply, her words never reaching it.

The snake seemed to smile as its tongue flicked appreciatively, and it talked in a strange, almost human voice, it's mouth only moving slightly.

"That'sss a good girl. There'sss no need to resssissst, you will be mine ssssoon."

The snake moved its head around playfully, delighting as Daisy's head bobbed along with his, drool coming out of her open mouth.

And it all happened in the time it took for Daisy to remember the word telepathy to describe the snake's voice. It was like the snake was moving at three times a normal speed. No, that's ridiculous, I would've felt the air pressure or something. Wait... that must mean I'm thinking slowly. Something is slowing down my thoughts... It must be those colours... Those pretty colours.

The colours are soothing me. I like to watch them expand and wash away. The colours are pretty. I don't need to think about anything else. Pretty... Nice... Soothing...

Then Agent Johnson felt a strange embrace around her midriff. If was slightly rough... Scales! She reacted instantly, breaking out of her trance with a frustrated grunt and drawing on the power within her. By the time she'd decided to do that, there were already four coils covering her entire belly. Anyone less trained and quick thinking than Daisy would be trapped before they could act, but not her.

She sent out a wave of energy which threw away the snake to the other end of the room. Plaster feel from the ceiling in a cloud as the foundations shook unsteadily. Daisy embraced her ability to think at normal speed again.

I can't let myself look at the colours again. But they were a wave, maybe I can cancel them out with one of my own.

As the snake reared his head, she sent a pulse of circular air waves, converging in on themselves in an exact mirror of the pattern of hypnotic colours the snake had already begun to display again.

Yes! It's working, now I just need to evac- Oh shit, Agent Lo's still down here!

Daisy moved a hand down to her belt to activate her comms device while the other shook with effort as she continued to emanate the seismic waves within her own body.

"Agent Lo, I've found the 0-9-2. Approach from behind while I hold it off."

"Whatever you ssssay, bosss"

The senior agent had barely begun to articulate a curse about Fitz's shoddy engineering when she felt a form press against her back, about a head shorter than her. She saw a lean, tanned arm wrap itself around her chest, one hand beginning a very inappropriate massage. The shock was enough to have her drop the hand sending her power towards the snake for a moment. And that was all the creature needed.

The snake darted forward with supernatural speed, until its head was inches away from Daisy's face, and the colours were even faster now. But the SHIELD Agent was ready. She released her seismic power within her own mind, cancelling out the waves of colour which sought to invade her mind and stunt it into a hypnotic trance.

But concentrating on that meant she had no concentration left to resist the human assailant behind her.

"Sssso you are much more than a girl-cub. Luckily for me, I already have another able human who hassss chossssen to ssssubmit to me." The telepathic voice of the snake chuckled. "Sssslave, ensssure that the Inhuman here cannot concccentrate." The snake's tongue playfully flicked out, brushing against her lips which were clenched tight in defiance and concentration.

Daisy felt a downwards movement on her stomach, and then two slender fingers found their way under her pants.

A few agonising moments of pleasure later, Diasy couldn't control herself. Her back arched slightly as she let a moan escape her. And she lost control of the only thing keeping the brainwashing colours at bay.

Her mind was fully invaded, and now her partner was giving her a shoulder massage to ease her relaxation into the embrace of the colours. Coils started to tightly wrap around her again.

I don't mind, as long as I can see the colours. Actually, they feel nice. They're comfortable. I can slip away into them and let them carry me wherever it wants. I don't need to worry, I have the colours now. I can just relax into these coils and let Masster tell me what to think. That isss all I need.

The small squeeze of her abdomen sent a pinging sensation through her head, and she was left with a dumb, wide smile, without any thoughts. Her new Master retracted his coils, and left her standing at attention beside a naked Agent Lo. Slave Daisy blushed as some deep part of her realised that her partner had been privilege to an even more intimate experience with the Master.

"Ssso, my ssslavesss, you are both part of an agencccy which ssseeksss to capture me, correct?"

The question allowed both girls a moment of autonomy to give a droning 'Yesss Massster', with their authentic smiles of pleasure still lighting up their faces.

"Then I sssuppossse I will have to make ussse of the agentsss I have here to guarantee my sssafety. Any ideasss, my petsss?"

Just as expected, the younger recruit quickly formulated a plan the moment her brain was given leave to think again. She turned to Daisy with eyes bright with circles of colour, but also excitement.

"Now I have the 0-9-2 captive, don't you think Agent Ssssimmonsss will want a look at it?"

Daisy grinned back. "That'sss my clever girl. Yesss, I will make ssssure Massster will sssee her sssoon."

A few moments of play with their Master later, Daisy prepared to return to base. She was impossibly happy to be a good asset for her Master, but still burned with envy as she thought of her apprentice with Master's other harem girls and slaves in his lair deep in the hotel's basement. She would have to make up for it by ensuring she got a front row seat to Simmons' fall into blissful enslavement.
-----

Another Kaa story and another Agents of SHIELD story all in one! I was inspired to include an extra Asian OC when I read about the drama with Chloe Bennett's comments on diversity in Hollywood, and didn't want to use Agent May since, clearly, she needs to be the last one to fall if I do a sequel to this story. Hope you all enjoyed!