The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Helena Rothridge sat cross-legged on the small bed and meditated. She took a slow, deep breath, exhaled and relaxed. Being an intelligent woman, it hadn’t taken very long, after getting over the initial shock that is, for her to figure out several things after she opened her bedroom’s wooden, double doors and walked into NOT her bedroom. She had quickly figured out that...

ONE—since she very obviously wasn’t sitting in a power-cancelling cell at the Valley City Meta Human Special Containment Center, she had, as difficult as it was to believe, actually been... kidnapped. She further assumed that whoever had taken her was the same person or persons that had taken Emma.

TWO—whoever had taken them was obviously either a teleporter or had one working for him. Or her.

THREE—she now knew HOW they had byed ALL of her home’s high end security measures, Commander Thomas and his highly-trained team of international, former special forces operators, not to mention her six powerful, highly skilled, very experienced and deeply enslaved former super heroines and taken not only her but most likely Emma as well.

FOUR—if whoever had taken her had, in fact, taken Emma, then she was almost certainly in very close proximity to her missing girlfriend right now. That meant that they would soon be reunited. One way... or the other.

AND FIVE—regardless of who had done this and what they wanted, when she and Emma were reunited, they would show their... host exactly who they were and what happens when you’re stupid enough to actually fuck with the Royal and Stunner!

Helena took another deep breath, opened her eyes and inspected her room again. She had to it that, assuming that this was, indeed, some sort of cell, temporary or not, it was larger than she would have expected. It also looked eerily... normal. The small bed was surprisingly comfortable and after noticing the camera that was placed high in the corner of the wall, the private, walled-off toilet was well appreciated. And the working sink next to it. She wasn’t sure what to think about the large television on the wall opposite the bed, but, for some reason, she thought the small, wooden table under it was a curious item worth paying attention to. The white walls, ceiling and cold, grey tile floor were rather plain. But, all in all, the room was comfortable. The question was, just how long was her host planning to keep her here? What did he want from her? From them? And what would happen when she... refused? A curious smile crossed her lips as the thirty five year old woman stood up, took a few minutes to work through a few basic yoga poses as she stretched the kinks out of her impressively muscle-toned and deeply tanned, five foot, eight inch body then walked up and put her right hand flat against the wall. Closing her eyes and pressing her hand firmly against the smooth surface, she could feel not only the surprising warmth, but the barely detectable hum of what she could only assume was some sort of machinery through the wall.

‘Must be some serious tech buried in these walls. So, whoever my ‘host’ is, he has apparently figured out a way to neutralize or at least temporarily block my powers somehow. My guess? Probably managed to steal the specs from the Containment Center’s very secure data files somehow. Because I KNOW he or she didn’t hack into Mytech’s systems and steal the technology from her. NO ONE can hack Megan’s tech or her computer systems! That’s just one more reason I made her my slave. That said, I have to assume that they’ve done the same to Emma. Smart. Smart, and I must it, very impressive. Whoever he is, if he is capable of this, I have to take him seriously. At least until I can figure out what the fuck is going on here, just who my host is and what he or she wants with me? With us.’

Laughing to herself, Helena stepped into the center of the room and took another deep breath as she ran the fingers of both hands through her curly, waist long, dark auburn hair then crossed her arms over her very ample chest and looked at the camera that silently stared back at her. It’s blinking red light told her that her host was watching her even now.

“Well? You brought me here, so when are you going to show yourself? We can’t very well do this unless and until you introduce yourself and tell me what you want from me, can we? So, can I expect your “grand entrance” any time soon?”

As if on cue, the television screen came to life. As Helena sat back down on the bed and faced the screen, a very attractive blonde woman wearing a dark blue, spandex costume and a dark blue eye mask made her appearance.

“Hello Helena. I’m Indigo. You’re right, it’s time to talk.”

“Do tell? Very well.., Indigo, is it? Surprise me. What exactly are we going to talk about?“

“I would think it obvious, Helena. You will release Miss Amazing, the of the Valor Force and Mayor Parker from their enslavement to you. You will also return full and sole ownership and control of their fortunes, their homes, their companies and everything else back to Angelina, Adrianna and Megan and then you and Emma will go to prison for a long time.”

“Just like that? You make it sound so simple. Judging from your appearance, you’re obviously another one of the city’s super heroes, yes? Well, I’ve never heard of or ever seeing anything on the news or the internet about you before.., Indigo, but, if you do, in fact, know who I am, what could possibly make you think that I would just surrender so easily? Much less agree to such absurd ? You just said that you know who I am. If you do, then you know that I currently have five major law firms on retainer. And you do realize that that means that I have a literal army of attorneys, yes? They’ll have me, they’ll have... us released before you get to the parking lot!“

A quick smile flashed across Giselle’s lips before she responded.

“Oh, they will? And just how exactly are you going to explain WHY Helena Rothridge’s “army” of attorneys are working so hard to get, not one, but TWO of Valley City’s most wanted and most dangerous super villains released from prison? And speaking of Emma, how would the people in her life, her... personal life, that is, the people who only know her as Emma Renee James, rich and famous fashion designer, react to the news when they find out that not only is she a meta human, but she’s also the costumed, demonstrably dangerous and very wanted super villain and criminal known as Stunner? Not to mention the fact that your secret, super villain identities and your FULL criminal activities would become a permanent part of the very public record.”

“I’ll... Hmm, okay, Indigo. I it, that would all be very... difficult to explain. And yes, while I have prepared for the eventuality of my alter ego being discovered, the ramifications and repercussions would still, no doubt, be substantial and serious. I would definitely be facing some very difficult personal, social AND business consequences if that information ever came to light. And, no, I would rather the people in Emma’s personal life not know that she’s Stunner. I would NOT want her to have to deal with the “fallout” from that.”

The two powerful women silently stare at each other for several seconds as each considers her next move. Seeing that she was right and that Helena would, in fact, appreciate and want to avoid the personal, business and, more importantly, the legal consequences of being publicly identified and “outed” as the Royal and that her concern for Emma would also give her pause, Giselle continued.

“So, as I said, you will release all of the enslaved women and return legal ownership and full control of their companies back to them. You and Emma will stand trial for enslaving these women and your subsequent, shall we say.., questionable treatment of them as well as for stealing their companies, their money, their homes and everything else you took from them when you forced them to sign everything they own over to you. Not to mention the very serious crime you committed by enslaving the sitting mayor of Valley City. You DO understand that you, at least technically, committed an act of insurrection and or sedition when you enslaved the Mayor of Valley City. Aren’t you?!“

“In-insurrection?! Sedititon!?! Are you... serious!?! That was just an amusing, little power play and some harmless sex. It’s not like I was going to...“

“Going to... what? You enslaved the duly elected and rightful leader of an American City, Helena. You took control of her and, by extention, the city itself. It may not have been a violent uprising, but it wasn’t exactly a “harmless trist” either, was it? Regardless, all of that is in addition to the long list of criminal charges the two of you were already facing. Charges that will, in addition to the possible and more serious “top counts” of insurrection and or sedition charges, also include multiple counts of everything from simple tresing and breaking and entering, to destruction of private, public and commercial property, theft, robbery and grand larceny, as well as assault, battery, sexual assault, sexual battery and... rape. And then...“

The look of complete shock on Helena’s face makes Giselle stop mid-sentence.

“Rape!?! What the... FUCK are you talking about, Indigo?! I have NEVER raped any...!!”

“Your meta human ability to enslave your victims and thereby force them to obey you, by definition, renders them unable to willingly consent in any way to any sexual activity. That is “black letter law” for the crime of rape, Helena.”

Helena stands there in shock. She is literally stunned silent. She always knew that she could eventually be “found out.” That she might someday be exposed as the Royal. She knew that she would, almost certainly, not only suffer serious personal and business consequences, but that she could potentially go to prison for several years. Hell, she’s already set up provisions for just that possibility. But she had never considered, never... imagined that of all the crimes she had committed, that she would ever be charged with... much less actually convicted of... rape? Helena Marie Rothridge, one of the world’s wealthiest, most powerful and proven capable businesswomen a convicted rapist? Seriously!?! She practically collapsed onto the bed. Seeing Helena’s reaction and her opening, Giselle pressed her advantage.

“So, as I said, both you and Emma will be going to prison for a LONG time. And if I didn’t already know for certain that it was far too late for them, I would also make you release the other five women that you’ve enslaved over the last few years. But, unfortunately, I know firsthand that it is entirely too late for them, given the state of their minds after being so deeply subjected to your powers for so long.”

Latching onto a single word that catches her attention pulls Helena back to the moment and the reality of her increasingly unpleasant and very serious situation. She smiles as her mind quickly goes into “battle mode” and she starts analyzing both her current situation AND her new opponent.

‘You know... firsthand? Hmm, that’s an... interesting detail, now, isn’t it? That means you’ve been around women I’ve enslaved before. And, other than my home, there is only ONE place in Valley City where you can do that. And I seriously doubt you did so in costume as a masked super hero. And, obviously, they don’t let just anyone walk in off the street and gawk at the patients. Which means that other than family, nurses, their doctors and the specialists involved with their care, the list of authorized visitors is a short one. And the list of people with reason to visit more than one or two of them is even shorter. And only TWO people have reason or authorization to visit ALL of them. So, odds are high that you were there as yourself. And everyone that enters that building HAS to sign in and there is a security camera in the lobby, which means... Oh God, could it really be THAT easy?’

Her near genius intelect and quick mind noticing and considering even the smallest details of the problem at hand, Helena took a deep breath as she silently and skillfully studied the woman on the screen. Years of starting, building, running, buying and or taking over everything from small start-ups and medium-sized companies all the way up to more than a few large, multi-divisional corporations and even a couple of international conglomerates and having to deal with corporate C.E.Os that thought the companies they ran were their own little kingdoms, arrogant, self-serving executives, “grand-standing” lawyers, “know-it-all” hedge funders and every other type of self-important, misogynistic, “king of the world,” Alpha male asshole and more than a few “puffed up” self-righteous, feminist “look what I did, who needs a man” cunts under the sun had taught her how to quickly and accurately read, handle and negotiate with nearly every type of ‘power player’ on and off of the “Street.” She took a long, deliberate moment to stare into Indigo’s eyes and study her body language. What there was of it. Instincts honed by everything she had learned over those many years was telling her the same thing. This woman was definitely a very powerful meta human. She was also well-informed, confident, serious and... right. Helena laughed to herself as she quickly assessed her options. She had to it, at the moment, she didn’t have... many. And the fact that she was specifically mentioning very serious crimes like insurrection and or sedition told Helena that this woman was also very serious. If she wasn’t careful, this could really get out of hand. Fast. Seeing a few moves ahead, Helena deliberately shifted their conversation away from the chance of her “unmasking” Indigo and discovering WHO she really was.

“And by “other five women I’ve enslaved over the years” I assume you are referring to Jessica, Lisa and my other slaves? Yes, I agree, those five beautiful women are very much my absolute slaves and always will be. But, them aside for a moment, why should I believe or listen to you at all? And, hero or not, by what right do you have ANY authority to make demands or deals anyway?“

Giselle supressed another grin. This was going better than she had imagined in any of her mental conversations with Helena. She had been expecting much more of the all too cliché “show of force and standard threats” from Valley City’s number one super villain. Maybe her impressions of Helena Rothridge the woman were more accurate than she could have hoped. Very well. If Helena ws going to be reasonable, she would certainly reciprocate accordingly.

“Reasonable questions. As I said, I’m Indigo. And while I’m not as well known as the Valor Force, Miss Amazing, Copper and Crimson or the city’s other heroes, make no mistake Helena, I AM one of the good guys and I WILL free the women you’ve enslaved and you and Emma WILL go to prison. However, the more reasonable you are, the more willing I would be to help see to it that you and Emma receive a... “good deal”. A deal that even you will have to it will be MUCH better than what you two deserve. So, the question is, how much of the rest of your life do you want to spend in prison?”

Even as she sat on the bed and spoke to the super heroine she knew nothing about, Helena had subtly been trying to charge up her powers again. She needed to know for certain just how “blocked” she really was. Feeling absolutely nothing from her efforts, she relunctantly had to it that she was beat. For now, anyway. But, after so many years as both a successful businesswoman AND being the city’s most powerful and successful super villian and having faced most of the city’s heroes over the years, she knew there were ALWAYS... options! Besides, her current and very serious situation aside, she smiled to herself when she considered the fact that she had, in fact, once again achieved the goal she had set as a challenge to herself. She had faced, defeated, captured, enslaved and had absolutely dominated and very much used and enjoyed the entire Valor Force, Miss Amazing, (who wasn’t even a listed target) AND the Mayor of Valley City. She had also taken total control of the city’s underworld away from Enzo Caruso and the “Three Seats” and had set herself up as the new “Mafia Queen” of Valley City. The city was hers in every way. Point to her. But now, she was the one captured and seemingly defeated. The city... was hers. Accepted, point to Indigo. A subtle, sly smile played across her face as she took another deep breath. Even as it appeared that she was facing the loss of her total control of the city, her half dozen beautiful, powerful super heroine sex slaves, her substantial financial “windfall” from enslaving what turned out to be not only three of the city’s most powerful super heroines, but the three other wealthiest women in Valley City, if not the world, and everything else she had achieved over the last few weeks, she could also feel real anticipation and even genuine... excitement running through her at the moment.

‘Oh Fuck!! Right or wrong, I fucking LOVE playing this game! All right, Indigo, let’s start our game, shall we?’

And speaking of the game, she smiled again. Not only did she apparently have a new and potentially more challenging, powerful and worthy opponent than even Angelina had been, but all she knew about her at the moment was her “hero” name. She smiled again. This should be an interesting and challenging game, indeed. Helena set her expression and the tone of her voice at a very practiced neutral. After pausing for a deliberately long moment, she answered her new opponent.

“And by good deal, for example...?”

“Again, you will release the enslaved heroines and the Mayor and you will return their companies and everything else back to them and, after I erase their secret identities from your and Emma’s minds, the two of you will go to prison. At which time I would be much more willing to speak to Mayor Parker concerning...”

“Erase our...? How would...? Oh, of course, you’re a telepath, aren’t you?”

“Yes I am. But, aside from removing their true identities from your and Emma’s memories, my specific powers aren’t germaine to our discussion. Now, are you ready to be smart, cooperate and make the best deal you can for yourself and Emma or shall I simply turn you both over to the district attorney and leave it to him to deal with the two of you?”

Helena smiled to herself again as her highly intelligent, well-trained and quick mind and her natural talent for multi-step thinking allowed her to “walk through” more than a few possible scenarios herself. Helena actually had to force herself to NOT laugh out loud. She has always loved the whole “chess game” feel of first negotiations.

‘You being a telepath ISN’T germaine? Oh, I MUST disagree, my dear hero! You being a telepath but not reading my mind the FIRST time we talk means... EVERYTHING!! And considering that you are the one “holding all the cards,” I doubt you would consciously arrange things so that you can’t read my mind at such a critical juncture as this. And if you ARE any good, you would NEVER deliberately deny yourself such a substantial and strategic advantage, would you? So, that tells me that this room cancels ALL powers, doesn’t it?! I can’t use my powers IN the room and you can’t read my mind from OUTSIDE the room. Hmm. That means that if you were standing here in person, either your powers would be blocked as well OR you would be forced to turn the technology off and my powers would work! Either way, that would make this a much more interesting match-up. And given what I know about telepaths, they’re mostly arrogant, little wimps that rely FAR too much on their ability to control other people’s minds to get their way. I haven’t met one yet that even knew how, much less, wanted to fight. Which means, face to face without powers, I almost certainly win! And I would further wager that if you had to be in this room in person for any reason, you would much rather choose to de-activate all of that fancy tech before you would willingly block your own powers. I would bet serious money that you are under the assumption that your telepathy would protect you from my powers since all of my abilities, including my ability to enslave minds, are all based on the unidentified energy that runs through my entire body and gives me my powers. If that’s true, then all I have to do is get you in this room with that power-cancelling tech turned off... and, after I kick your smug, over-confident ass and make you my slave, the first thing I’m going to do is put you on your knees and make you kiss my ass! Then, after I make you release me AND Emma, I’ll be reunited with my love, we’ll have a powerful, new slave and we all go home! Point and game to me. So much for a worthy new opponent!’

Seemingly totally unaware of what the powerful, skilled and dangerous super villain is planning and the chance that she might actually manage to turn all of this to her advantage, Indigo continues.

“Well, Helena? Are you ready to cooperate?”

Saying nothing, Helena stares into the screen for another long, deliberate moment as a plan begins to take full form in her mind.

‘Very well, Indigo. First move and point to you, my dear. That means the next move is mine! And that’s exactly how I like it!’

Laughing to herself, Helena takes a deep breath, smiles and looks right into the masked eyes of the sexy super heroine on the television screen.

“All right, Indigo. Obviously, I would rather NOT spend the next few decades of my life in a high-tech, twelve by twelve foot, power-cancelling, concrete and steel prison cell in the desert if I can avoid it. So.., let’s talk.”

Only minutes before the concert was about to break for the scheduled intermission, Syn followed her target and her two bodyguards to the restrooms. Being a public performance with a large number of concertgoers in a free and democratic, Western European country, Russian Army Colonel Irina Morozov’s security detail couldn’t provide the “zone of isolation” and physical seperation from people they were accustomed to getting and much preferred. Syn knew this and took full advantage of being able to so easily get so close to her target as she calmly walked right by the two very large and well-armed, former Spetnaz special forces soldiers turned bodyguards standing at the door to the ladies’ restroom even as she felt their eyes on her ass. Having left the performance before it was “proper” to do so, a relieved Syn smiled at the still empty bathroom. And having spent the last forty five minutes actually enjoying the very talented Havasi’s live performance, Syn was almost hesitant to complete her contract before the concert ended, but she was not going to waste such a perfectly planned and executed opportunity. A rueful smile on her face, she ran a little cold water over her hands as she waited for the Colonel to come out of the stall.

Having deliberately stepped out before the “official” intermission herself as a compromise to her security detail and knowing all too well how gruff and... zealous they could be at times, Irina was quite surprised to see another woman in the bathroom with her when she opened the door to her stall. Taking a quick moment to appraise the rather tall, beautiful and very buxom stranger in her clearly new and expensive evening dress and shoes, Irina licked her lips as she subtly checked her out. After pausing momentarily to stare at her fine ass, Irina’s smile widened as she slowly lifted her gaze to finish her “tour” of the unknown woman’s sexy and deliciously muscle-toned body. She was so distracted by the woman’s large, firm breasts that were only further emphasized by the dress’s deep V neck that pulled her gaze and her attention to the woman’s incredible cleavage that it took her a moment to realize that the sexy stranger was looking back at her in the mirror. A long-time and very experienced intelligence operative herself, the colonel recovered quickly.

“Dobrry vecher. Naslazhdayetes’ kotsertom?”

Syn looked at the Colonel and smiled as she happily answered in her native Russian.

“Da. Bol’shoye spasibo, moy dorogoy polkovnik.”

“Ty znayesh’ kto ya?”

Before the somewhat confused colonel could react, Syn took her firmly by the face with both hands and kissed her. ittedly caught off-guard, Irina quickly regained her composure and slipped her hands around Syn’s waist as she returned the kiss. Smiling when she felt one of the colonel’s hands slide down to grab and squeeze her ass even as the other headed north to grab and squeeze her very ample left breast and knowing what was about to happen, Syn allowed the colonel to “feel her up” for a long moment before she broke the kiss. Pulling back and looking directly into Irina’s eyes. Syn smiled as she calmly reached up and snapped her neck.

“Do svidaniya, polkovnik.”

After quickly placing the colonel’s body back in the stall, Syn checked herself in the mirror, smoothed out her dress, grabbed her small clutch bag and left the bathroom, Irina’s dead body and her waiting bodyguards behind her. After stepping into the elevator and pressing the button for the garage on the second sub-level below the street, Syn eagerly but carefully pulled the pins out of her hair and removed her blonde wig, then much more easily slipped out of her expensive and deliberately very revealing, sleeveless, burgundy, V-neck, high slit evening dress and took off the three inch platform heels she was wearing. Already standing five feet, nine inches tall in her bare feet, Syn thought it was ironic if not almost comical that she actually wore platform shoes as part of a disguise meant to help her “disappear” into a large crowd. The former FSB Spetnaz ‘Alpha Unit’ anti-terrorist officer turned professional assassin knew how to “blend into” her surroundings all too well. Now wearing only a baby blue, lace bra that was being truly tested by her ample 36E chest and matching, baby blue lace panties against her modestly tanned skin, Syn, or the thirty two year old Sanza Deshkin, stepped out of the elevator and right into the back of the waiting limo she knew would be there.

“So, I assume there is now one less Russian Army intelligence colonel in the world, ja?”

Sanza says nothing as she tosses her clutch into the seat next to her and slips on the knee length, black skirt, dark purple blouse and black flats that were in a large bag also waiting for her in the seat. Taking the brush out of the bag, Sanza took a few minutes to undo the tight bun and brush out her own natural, long, dark auburn hair.

“Well, I’m glad we can mark this one done, my love. If I NEVER see you as the all too cliche’ six foot tall, blue eyed and very busty blonde, American “Barbie Doll” again, I’ll die happy. So, was nun, Liebhaber?”

Putting her brush back in the bag, Sanza laughs as she pulls her compact out and removes the blue s that Mona was referring to and reveals her own natural, seductive green eyes. Blinking her eyes a few times as her vision returned to normal, the consummate professional leaned back against the limo’s seat, took a deep breath and focused on a clean extraction of the area.

“Drive, Mona, dearest. Proceed slowly and calmly away from the concert hall. Tour the city for a while to make certain we were not noticed or followed and then take us back to the hotel.”

“Gesagt getan, meine liebe. And by the way, the vodka’s cold and I found your favorite, ptichye moloko candy while I was driving around getting familiar with the city streets today.”

“Of course you did, Mona. Du lasst mich niemals im Stich!”

Syn’s personal assistant, confidant and lover, the very attractive, and athletic, thirty one year old, Munich-born, former German Army officer and member of the BND or Federal Intelligence Service, Mona Bauer, calmly drives out of the garage, up to street level and takes them on a pre-planned, half hour tour of the city before returning to their hotel. Chilled vodka in hand, Sanza closes her eyes and lets her favorite candy melt in her mouth as she replays the night’s events in her mind. Even though she and Mona had spent the last two weeks following the colonel, getting to the point where they could instantly recognize and know all of her shifting security personnel by sight, acquiring, studying and ing her real itineraries versus her ever-changing “official” public ones, her constantly changing schedule and just getting an overall “feel” for how she travelled and moved around, how often she used a private plane versus flying commercial, which rooms on which floors of what hotels she preferred when she traveled, which restaurants she ate at, the number and type of cars she used, the street routes she took and just how seriously she actually took her personal securtiy, Sanza still can’t believe it went so smoothly. She quickly opens her eyes and sits up when Mona answers Sanza’s private cell phone and feeds it through the limo’s stereo system for her.

“Guten abend?”

“Voice print does not match expected operator, ident.., August Red. Request communication with specified operator or call terminates in three seconds.”

Sanza laughs out loud when she hears Witness’s artificial, computer generated voice. Taking another deep breath as she laughs at Witness’s ever-perfect timing but less than... endearing social skills and interactions with people, she answers quickly just to keep the call going.

“Dobryy vecher, Svidetel. I would think you would recognize and know Mona’s voice as well as mine by now, my dear.”

“Communication with individual ident Mona Bauer is neither requisite nor desired. Sole respondent required is operator designated August Red. Is contract terminated?”

Sanza takes a second to meet Mona’s gaze in the rearview mirror and laughs again as her German lover silently mouths the word “bitch” while taking one hand off of the steering wheel to literally flip her off at the same time.

“Yes, well, Mona loves you too, Witness. And da, I can confirm succesful contract termination. I assume you are calling with new contract, yes?”

“Affirmative, operator. Top tier client is requesting multiple operators for high risk target. Contract offered is five times known operator minimum. Plus additional high bonus for positive results. Client requests confirmation of standby status soonest possible.”

Sanza meets Mona’s gaze as she looks into the car’s rearview mirror again. Sanza may not be a telepath, her own meta human ability instead allowing her to totally negate the abilities, mental and or physical, of any other meta human within fifty feet of herself, but she doesn’t need telepathy to read her lover’s mind. Almost in perfect unison, sly grins spread across both of their faces.

“Five times my minimum? I assume you have packet?”

“Affirmative, operator. Sending full-color target ident image now. Packet to follow.”

Hearing the chime, Mona looks at the image on Sanza’s secure phone’s screen. She recognizes the woman instantly.

“Ooohh, HELL No!! SIE ist das Ziel?! Sanza, baby, I think you’re finally going to get that ultimate challenge you’ve been wanting for so long! Remind me, lover. HOW strong is your ability to neutralize your opponent’s powers?!”

Smiling again as she finishes her drink, Sanza sets her glass in the drinkrest, slides forward, reaches through the privacy window and takes her phone from Mona. When she sees the image on the screen, she can literally feel her pussy clench.

“Trakhni menya!! THIS is my target? Da! You may consider me on standby status! I definitely accept THIS contract!”

“Very well, operator. I will be in . Operator is now considerd on stand by status. All further contract invitations are paused until new contract completion. Transferring one half total funds now.”

As her phone chimes again to show a funds transfer of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars ( U.S.) to one of her European s, Sanza Deshkin fixes herself a second drink, leans back in the seat and flashes a very aroused and lust-filled smile at Mona.

“Mona, my dear, take us directly to the hotel. I need a hot shower, a good bottle of wine, a fine meal and my favorite, German... dessert.”

A big smile on her own face, Mona turns the limo directly toward the hotel and their top floor penthouse. She is very well aware that her girlfriend has been looking for an opponent of this woman’s caliber for a LONG time. She only hopes that the stories about her are true. Picturing how the rest of their night is about to go, Mona can feel her own arousal growing.