The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The next day was one of those beautiful warm sunny October days that happen regularly in California. According to Tayesha the sea was unusually calm.

The girls all donned bikinis and I put on my shorts and we lazed around soaking up rays for several hours while Tayesha guided the boat down the California coast.

We had spent the previous night anchored in the slip at the marina. By the time we got back from rescuing Elena it was already one a.m. and I was beat so I went straight to bed; to sleep. I sent Lynn and Teri to the hotel to fetch our things.

Now it was just Rosa, Elena, Kai, Tayesha and myself.

Since we had left early I hadn’t had a chance to talk to Tayesha yet so while the other girls enjoyed the sun I went up to the conning station or whatever that room with the steering wheel is called and sat down in an extra chair.

“So, tell me Tayesha, are you really a cold hearted bitch?”

She didn’t even flinch. “Yes Master. I don’t like people as a general rule and figure it’s either them or me.”

“Uh huh. What about your brother? Why were you so loyal to him?”

“He was my brother. Blood’s thicker than water and all that, you know?”

“I’m sorry he had to die.”

“I’m not. The world’s a better place without that mother fucker.”

“Really? Didn’t you love him?”

“Clive!? No! He was abusive and manipulative. Why, did you know he sold me to one of his drug dealing buddies when I was a sixteen year old virgin? It seemed like every time he got in debt a night with me was part of the pay off. Hell no, I didn’t love Clive. I hope his soul is in a really hot place right now.”

“Then why didn’t you leave?”

“Nobody leaves Clive. You leave Clive you might as well commit suicide. I tried once and got beat so bad I couldn’t walk for a week. No thanks. I decided runnin’ away wasn’t a healthy proposition.”

“Then why did you try to shoot me last night?”

“He was my brother.” was all she said, and I guess that said it all.

I decided to change the subject. “So is this boat hard to drive?”

“Not really. The hard part with the ocean is knowing what places to avoid, where it’s shallow or where there are rocks close to the surface, and knowing what to do if the weather changes, where to find safe harbor, whether to put in to port or head for deep water. My brother made me do a six month tour on a tuna boat before he let me take over as captain of the Slave Princess. Of course my duties included providing sex for the crew.”

“Is there anything dangerous out here?”

“Nope. We’re far enough out from the coast that it’s all deep water for as far as the eye can see.”

“So if you turned loose of the wheel for a while...?”

She laughed. “This boat can practically steer itself. In fact, I’m really not doing anything with the wheel anyway. Just hanging on to it because it comforts me I guess.”

“Really?” I got up and stepped up behind her. Wrapping my arms around her I slipped my hands up underneath her bikini top and squeezed her tits. “So if I distracted you like this we wouldn’t be in any danger?”

“Mmmm. No, no danger at all.”

I pinched her nipples and massaged her boobs for a minute then slipped my hand down underneath her bikini bottom finding her clit. She moaned.

“And if I distracted you like this we wouldn’t go off course?”

“No. Ahhh. Right on course.” she gasped.

Come for me Tayesha.

“Aaahhhh. Ooooohhhh.”

She was instantly wet.

“And if I made you come time after time we wouldn’t sink?”

“No Master. Full... full speed ahead captain.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Tayesha, you will not pass out until I come. Your body can feel anyway it wants and orgasm as many times as it wants, but no losing consciousness.

She spread her legs to make room for my fingers and I pulled the tie on her bikini bottom to drop them to the floor. Then I did the same with her top and my shorts.

She gripped the wheel lower and bent her body ready to receive my cock. As I looked at the gorgeous black woman before me, I thought about all the stories I’d heard about black men and their monster cocks. I figured they were probably no more likely to have a large cock than other races but the stories persisted, and I did have the image of a buck naked Clive standing there with his ten incher sticking straight out. I wish my cock was like that. I thought, imagining my member penetrating deeply into Tayesha. I didn’t want a monster cock that couldn’t fit in my pants but I thought a couple more inches and a little more girth couldn’t hurt. But then, what really matters are the results and I don’t think Tayesha will complain.

As I slid into her for the first time her body tensed and she gasped.

“Aaaahhhh! Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Maaaassssster.”

“Hang on Tay. You’re going to have some rough seas in the next few minutes.”

I pulled out and slid back in again.

“Nnnngggggaaaaahhhhhhhh! Oh, oh, oh. I never... nnnnnggggggghhhh!”

I stroked in again.

With each stroke her body tensed and relaxed. I felt her vagina rippling with delighted ecstasy each time I entered her.

I made it last as long as I could but after less than ten minutes I was ready and Tayesha was barely staying on her feet. She’d stopped saying any kind of intelligible words a few minutes earlier.

I began to stroke in and out in earnest now and her knees buckled. I held her by the hips and didn’t let her fall while I continued to pump. Then my hot sperm was shooting into her spasming pussy and she let out one last scream of ecstasy before collapsing to the floor.

We made it to Santa Barbara a little after dark and put into port for the night.

I took the opportunity to touch bases with the home group and with Steve.

“Hi Stefani.”

“Master! It’s so great to hear your voice!”

“Likewise. Did Lynn and Teri make it in ok?”

“Yes. I really like them Master! Where did you find them?”

“It’s a long story chica. Is Casey there?”

“No, she’s out with Teri. They think there may actually be two different groups of people watching the house, the drug dealer and someone else we haven’t identified yet.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. “Ok. Ask Casey to call me when she gets in.”

“I will. Love you Master.”

“I love you too chica.”

I hung up and hit speed dial.

“Hello Steve. It’s Sam again. I’m afraid I have to ask you to do something for me again.”

“Just ask Sam. You saved our bacon in Tokyo by the way. Thanks.”

“No problem. So I need a slip at a marina where I can tie up a hundred foot yacht.”

“What? Have you been shopping Sam?”

“No. It actually belongs to someone else but I’ll be using it once in a while.” Strictly speaking it was the truth.

“Ok Sam. I know a couple of people I can call.”

“Thanks. If possible I need to know where it is before nine am tomorrow.”

“I’ll see what I can do. See you when you get back.”

Then I called Larry.

“Hey Sam! Where you been?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Well I hope you enjoyed yourself. But it’s time to go to work if you want a mission.”

I felt like I’d been on a long mission already.

“Maybe. As long as I don’t have to kill anyone.”

“Naw, this should be a piece of cake. There’s a woman in Woodland Hills who we suspect is either working with the Russian mafia or the Russian government. We’re not sure what she’s up to yet but the FBI already sent two agents and they both disappeared.”

“Disappearing agents doesn’t sound like a piece of cake.”

“Yeah, but since she’s a woman it should be easy for you. You just get close enough to enslave her and then ask her what’s going on.”

In theory he was right. If everything went right and nothing went wrong. If...

But it did sound like something I could do and I didn’t like the sound of either the Russian mafia or the Russian government messing around in my back yard. As much as I didn’t trust American politicians I still felt like an American, like I had a duty to protect the country.

“Ok Larry. Email me the details and I’ll check her out.”

“Great. It’ll be in your inbox.”

After dinner my phone rang. It was from home. “Hello.”

“Hello Master, this is Lynn.”

“Hi Lynn. You calling to give me an update on the situation?”

“Yes. We have discovered that there are two different groups watching the house. One is definitely employed by the drug lord, we tailed them back to a house where they are based.

“We don’t know who the other group is. We also tailed them. They went to a ranch near Temecula.

So far both groups are just watching the house, they haven’t done anything overt.”

“Hmmm. Let me think a minute.” Who else could be watching me? I didn’t know of anyone and that was bad, what you didn’t know could kill you. I was tired of being the one being hunted and thought it was time to turn the tables..., and now that I had used the word ‘hunted’ an identity for that second group did occur to me. Then my mind made another possible connection. Could hunters have been responsible for Julie and Kristen’s deaths?

“Hang on a minute Lynn and let me think this through.”

I was tired of just reacting to threats. It was time to take the offensive. But I had to protect my girls too. I had an idea.

“Alright Lynn, keep trying to find out more about this second group, I don’t like being in the dark. In fact, put them under surveillance, I want to know everything about them. I’m going to send a private investigator to you who has a lot of experience at surveillance photography, her name is Gloria, get her help but make sure we’re not observed staking them out. Now let me talk to Stefani.”

“Yes Master, here she is.”

“Master? This is Stefani.”

“Hi chica. I want you to do something for me. There is a house right behind the one you’re in now. I want you to buy it. Offer the current owners whatever it takes to get them out by tomorrow, money is no object. Buy the house in your own name. As soon as the owners are out I want you to get a fencing company to build a large gate between the two houses. Then hire a couple of movers to move everything from the current house to the new house. Make sure everything happens from the new house, I don’t want the people who are watching the place to suspect we have moved. Got it?”

“Yes Master, I understand.”

“Great. You should all continue to come and go from the current house until we are ready to cut over. I’ll come home as soon as the new house is ready.”

In the morning I checked my email and found a message from Steve with the location of the slip for the yacht and another from Larry with the last known address of the Russian woman.

“Ok. Kai you’re with me. Tayesha, I want you to take the boat on down to San Diego and tie up here.” I handed her a print out of the info Steve had sent.

“Rosa and Elena, you stay with Tayesha and stay on the boat until I get there. I mean it too, don’t get off the boat. If you need anything Tayesha can buy it and bring it back to the boat.” I didn’t want them accidentally running in to any of their brother’s acquaintances.

After delivering my instructions I called a taxi which took Kai and me to a car rental agency where I picked up an Audi TT. From there I got onto the 101 and headed for Woodland Hills. Actually the address was in Canoga Park. It was a middle class apartment building. The address said ‘apartment 412’.

“Kai, wait here. I’ll be right back. I still had my shorts and a polo shirt on (hey, it’s southern California, you can wear shorts here year round). I figured my attire would be completely unthreatening and unlike any kind of agent she ever met.

I knocked on the door. There was a delay and then a blond woman opened the door. She was maybe around twenty nine or thirty, slim, a nice rack though and wide hips. Really a pretty impressive body, just about the ideal. Her hair was nearly platinum and fell to the small of her back. Her face was oval shaped, slightly receding chin, rounded cheeks.

“Hi. Is Kai here?”

I listened to her thoughts. Stupid American. How do they get lost so easily?

“No. He does not live here.”

Her Russian accent was fairly thick.

“She.” I corrected. “Dogonit, I was sure she said 412. Maybe it was 212.”

You don’t sound sure you idiot. I have no time for this.

She looked disgusted and closed the door. But I had her now. I kept the channel open as I went down to the car.

I must hurry. The senator will be picking me up soon.

Let me see. What should I wear to the restaurant? Shorts or slacks? I think the white slacks, I do not wish to seem too easy. Yes. And the pink blouse with the black bra. Men like to think they are getting away with seeing through a woman’s clothes.

Yes. This is appropriate for Fleming’s, and yet will show off my charms for the senator.

I started the car. “Keep an eye out for a Starbuck’s. I need the internet.”

As you can imagine it didn’t take long to find a Starbuck’s where I got on the internet and found the address of Fleming’s Steakhouse.

When we got there I checked out the layout of the place and made an educated guess on where the senator might sit and chose a table in a corner with my chair facing the center of the room.

There were two ways I could play this. If she sat down and saw me I could act all surprised and aw shucks and introduce my girlfriend Kai. If she didn’t see me I would hold my tongue. Either way I would then sit at the table and listen to her thoughts and conversation to try to find out what she was up to.

I was monitoring her thoughts when she came in. Her date pulled a chair out for her, her thoughts indicated that she didn’t like it because her back would be to the door, but she accepted it with apparent grace and sat. Her back was not only to the door it was also to me but I could see her date clearly. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was Kenneth Corsico, junior senator from California and one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. This guy was a big fish.

Kai caught my attention. “Sam, do you know who that is? That’s senator Corsico. He sits on the defense finance committee. He’s one of the biggest hawk’s in the U. S. government. You can’t be in the weapons industry without knowing who he is.”

“Thank you sweet. Now let me focus.”

Most of her thoughts weren’t really incriminating but I was able to figure out that what she wanted was to involve the senator in some kind of scandal.

About half way through their meal she leaned over touching his arm and said “It’s cold in here Ken and I left my shawl in your car. Would you be a dear and get it for me.”

Amazingly her accent was almost gone. When she tried she could speak very good English.

She glanced over her shoulder to make sure the senator had left. Fortunately I was over her other shoulder and she didn’t look that way. I saw her pour a little more wine into the senator’s glass and if I hadn’t been listening to her thoughts I would never have noticed the drug she slipped into it. She was a consummate professional.

I was torn. If I said something she would just deny it and we would probably not save the Senator. I could just enslave her but then the foolish senator would never know the danger he was putting himself into. I also had an ulterior motive. If I waited until the senator was deep in trouble and then saved his bacon he would owe me. I had learned the value of having friends in high places.

As soon as he drank his wine she complained that she wasn’t feeling well and asked if he would drive her home. He asked for the bill and they left.

I had already paid my bill and as soon as they were out the front door we followed. My car was nearer the front door than his so we were able to be rolling by the time they left.

I followed them at a safe distance. After about a mile they pulled over and changed drivers. I figured it was probably the senator that wasn’t feeling well now.

With the woman behind the wheel I had to be more careful about being spotted. But since I could hear her thoughts I could turn a block before she did or a block after and still end up behind her.

She pulled into the Builtmoor Hotel and as the senator leaned on her, helped him into the elevator.

I listened carefully until I heard her think of room 633, then I tuned out.

“Ok Kai. Show time.”

I went to the front desk.

“May I help you sir?” said the young woman behind the counter.

“Yes. I need a key card.” Make a key card for room 633 and hand it to me. I beamed my will into her mind.

“Of course sir.” She made the key card and handed it to me.

Now forget that you made that card and forget that I asked you anything.

She went back to examining her papers, then looked up again. “May I help you sir?”

“No thank you, I can find my way.”

Kai and I went to the elevator and took it to the sixth floor.

Outside room 633 I motioned to Kai to stand aside. “Ready?”

She nodded, chambered a round into her 9 millimeter Glock and screwed the silencer onto the end of the barrel. We’d found the pistol and silencer on the yacht with a lot of other weapons. I hoped she wouldn’t need it and that I wouldn’t need the backup but you couldn’t be too careful.

I listened for the woman’s thoughts. That’s right baby. Fuck my ass. Don’t forget to smile for the camera.

It was time. I opened the door and stepped inside. To my surprise and horror there were two other men in there besides the senator. One held the camera and the other was just watching. The woman was on all fours on the bed naked and the senator had his cock buried in her ass.

The standing men reacted quickly. The one with the camera put it down so quickly it was almost as if he had simply dropped it. Then he reached inside his coat. The other man already had a pistol drawn and was drawing a bead on me.

I went into high gear. Crouching, I charged. The crouch probably saved my life, Kai could not have expected me to move so quickly and I saw a bullet pass close over the top of my head. It hit the first man square in the chest and he started to fall.

I sent an urgent mental command to Kai to hold fire and barreled into the second man before he could get his weapon completely out of his holster. His head slammed against the back wall and he slumped to the floor senseless leaving a smear of drying blood on the wallpaper.

Checking the bed behind me I saw the senator still humping but the woman had moved and his dick was hanging out into empty air. The woman was still on her knees but she had retrieved a silenced pistol from the side table and was swinging it toward me. She was out of the line of sight for Kai so I was on my own.

There was only one option. I enslaved her and dove to the left. There was a loud ‘pfffft’ and I felt a stinging pain in my right arm. I’d been hit, but I had no time for that. I checked the woman. She was lowering the gun and staring blankly into space.

The senator, in a mindless haze scooted up behind her and slammed his cock into her ass again. I didn’t feel any need to stop them.

“Close the door Kai. Quickly.”

I checked my arm. It was only grazed. That had been too close for comfort.

The senator was near his limit now and started grunting and pounding the Russian’s anus.

Come hard. I directed her and she did. They grunted and groaned together until they both collapsed.

Even then the senator kept humping reflexively. I don’t know what was in that drug they gave him but it would be worth a fortune on the street.

Rolling the desk chair over to the bed I sat down and questioned the woman.

“What’s your name?”

“Dominika Titova.”

“Hmmph. Good name. Ok, it may be obvious but what was your plan for the senator?”

“To cause a scandal that would make him resign. Then someone less supportive of military expenditures could take his place.”

“I see. And who were you doing this for?”

“Mother Russia.”

I thought for a moment. When I thought about what she was trying to do to the senator I didn’t want to make this easy for her. I reflected on my early experiences at making slaves, if I didn’t tell her she was my slave she wouldn’t realize it for several days.

“Alright Dominika, when I wake you from this trance you will feel compelled to obey anything I tell you to do whenever I use your name, you will not be able to resist my commands. Do you understand these instructions?”

“Yes.”

“Ok then, wake up.”

Her eyes blinked and she gasped.

“Who are you?” I saw her look for the gun but I had moved it to the table behind me. Then she glanced at Kai who held her pistol at the ready.

“That’s not important. What is important is that you are my prisoner and you are going to tell me everything about who you work for and what your aims are.”

“I will tell you nothink.” Her accent had gotten thicker. “In fact I am going to kill you.” Her head jerked and she blinked her eyes several times. “No. No, I won’t kill you but I won’t tell you anything.”

“I think you will. Dominika I’m going to touch you now, don’t resist.”

She was still on her hands and knees on the bed. I reached over and held her left breast in my hand. She made no move to stop me in obedience to my command.

“Do not touch me you filthy American pig!” She couldn’t resist me but that didn’t mean she was enjoying it.

With each touch your desire for me grows. Any touch is like a stroke on your clitoris. Your desire will grow until it is overwhelming. Within five minutes you will reach the point where you will do anything to feel my cock inside your pussy, anything.

I continued to hold and touch her tits. All the while she complained and called me names in both English and Russian. Then I got her to sit back on her haunches and present her breasts to me. I leaned in and took a breast into my mouth sucking hard.

For the first time she reacted positively. “Aaahhh. No, I can’t.”

I continued to suckle her breasts. “Please. You must... stop. Ooohhhh.”

Her hips moved involuntarily. “God! No! I can’t want this. What are you doing to me? Mmmmmm.” She pressed her right breast into my mouth. “Oohhh yeesss. Suck them. No! What am I saying?”

“Kai, help me get my shorts off.” I wanted to keep my touch on Dominika.

Kai came over and stripped off my shorts, shoes and socks. As she pulled my underwear down my stiff cock flopped out. Something seemed different. I looked down and was shocked to see that my cock was larger than it had been, and thicker as well. But the most incredible thing was that it was black, just like I had imagined it the day before when I was fucking Tayesha. I was amazed but I was also intent on finishing what I had started with Dominika. I would definitely give some thought to this sudden change later.

Dominika gasped when she saw my erection as well.

“Ooohhh.” her hips started moving.

“What do you want Dominika?” I asked, moving my hand down to stroke her clit.

“Aahhh! I... don’t know.” she replied, panting.

I prompted her to raise up on her knees. Then I used my erect dick to caress her nipples. “Are you sure you don’t want this?”

I saw a fire come into her eyes, and then doubt. “I... can’t. I... don’t like... men.”

“Is that why you had the senator fuck you in the ass? Because you don’t want a man’s cock in your pussy.” Answer that question honestly.

“Yes.” she gasped. “But...”

“But what?”

That same fiery look returned to her eyes. She seemed to make a decision.

“I want yours. I want it inside me. Please.”

I continued to play my cock over her breasts.

“How badly do you want it Dominika?”

“Please... I want it very badly.”

“Tell me who you report to.”

“I... can’t. Please. I want it.”

“Not until you tell me who you report to.”

Her hands clinched and unclinched and she humped air, her pussy searching for my cock to fill it.

“They’ll kill me.”

“Then you have a decision to make. Is it worth the risk? Do you want it badly enough?”

She shook her head and tears rolled down her cheeks.

I leaned in and suckled her breast again. After just a moment she decided.

“Fuck them. Veronika Golovkin. Please, I must have it.”

“Who is Veronika?”

“She is diplomatic attaché in Russian embassy.”

“Good girl. Now lay back on the bed.”

She did, legs spread wide, arms outstretched and hips still moving, searching for that one thing she desperately needed to fill her void.

I positioned myself on top of her.

“Have you ever had a man on top of you Dominika?”

“Only in play, teasing. Never like this.”

“Get used to it. From now on you will be dominated by a man.”

You will not lose consciousness until I come.

I penetrated and she screamed, as her pussy muscles contracted and squeezed my member tightly.

“Oh goooooddddd! Aaaaakkkkkkkkkkkkkggggggghhhhhhh!” she ground out.

“So good... never knew...” she panted.

I stroked again and again she came hard, hips bucking and head thrashing from side to side.

“Not... possible...” she gasped. “Not real...”

“Oh yes. It’s very real.”

I started pumping fast and hard. She just grunted and shook during the rest of the experience.

The new length of my cock gave me a slightly different experience than normal. I actually felt the bottom of her vagina bumping the tip of my cock as I pumped her full of my jizz.

When I finally shot my load she let out a groan that sounded like a death rattle, her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out.

I was a little out of breath myself. Slipping on my underwear and shorts I sat back in the chair.

While Kai stood beside me I waited for Dominika and the senator to recover, and I considered what my next step would be.

In the case of Dominika and the senator: I didn’t need another slave, even though I had to admit she would probably be an asset with my current security problems. I was going to have to take control of that situation. With Hunters after me I was going to have to disappear, which I hated to do. I had a life, I had friends and I would have to give that all up and create a completely new identity, not only for myself but also for any of my girls that I wanted to keep with me. But my only other option was to kill all of the Hunters who knew who I was; that thought really bothered me. Could I kill on that scale? Maybe, especially if they were responsible for killing Julie and Kristen. When I thought of that my blood boiled and I knew I could kill them. That knowledge itself troubled me; I had changed. I had seen death, I had caused death, and now I was accepting death as a necessary tool, something the old Sam would never have done.

Dominka stirred. As she raised her head with confusion on her face I released my enslaving energy to put her in a trance.

“Dominika, you are now my loyal slave. Now wake up.”

She blinked back to the present. “Master! I have harmed you. Please beat this worthless slave.” she said, kneeling on the bed and placing her head on the bed sheet.

“I will be the one to decide how to punish you. What kind of drug did you give to the senator?”

“I don’t know what it is called.”

“Is there an antidote?”

“Not that I know of.”

“How long until it wears off?”

She looked at the clock beside the bed. “Very soon. Minutes.”

“Ok. Get dressed and sit down at that table and write down the names of all your contacts in the U. S., and any other contacts you may have in other countries. Make sure you also describe how to contact them and how they contact you. Include any other operations you know of to undermine the United States.”

After about five minutes the senator began to return to his senses.

“Oh god. I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Kai. Help him to the bathroom.”

He hurled into the toilet for a few minutes and when he came out he was a little more coherent.

“What happened? And who are you?”

“I work with the CIA Mr. Corsico.” I replied, handing him his pants. “This woman has been on a list of suspicious characters and the FBI tried to find out what she was up to only to lose two agents. Which reminds me, what happened to them Dominika?”

“They are being questioned by my superiors. They are in a basement in a farmhouse near Bakersfield.”

“Crap. Write down the address for me.”

I took out my cell and called Larry.

“Larry? Listen. The two FBI agents...” I went on to give him the info and told him about the two bodies in this room then hung up.

“Anyway senator. Her plan was to get you off the defense finance committee.”

“How?”

I rolled my eyes. “Come on. I know you were drugged but look around.”

I picked up the camera and rewound it so he could watch the recording.

“My God! This would ruin me. Can this be erased? How do I erase it?”

“Dominika, erase the video for the senator.”

“Yes Master.”

Ooops. How do I explain that?

She erased the video and set the camera down.

The senator watched her carefully.

I ejected the tape and handed it to Corsico.

“You should burn this.”

He nodded. “Why did you do this to me?” he asked her.

She looked at me. “Answer him.” I said.

“You are improving your military. Russia cannot hope to compete with your advanced systems. They needed to slow further weapons development in America. You were seen as the key.”

“I thought you cared about me.”

“No, I was using you.”

“So why are you telling me this now?”

“Because my Master told me to.”

There it was again. He’d heard her call me master twice now and like any good politician he would never forget that word.

“What is she saying? Why does she call you her master?”

No choice but to tell the truth, well part of the truth.

“Because I have enslaved her and she will do anything I command her to do. That’s why the CIA uses me when there are women involved.”

“Pull the other one, it’s got bells on it.”

“I don’t want to argue with you senator, but how else do you explain this?”

“You could be in league with them, maybe you were giving her orders all along.”

I laughed. “Your mind must still be suffering some residual effects from those drugs. Think about it senator. I just saved your bacon, we just erased the scandalous evidence they collected on you, we had to kill at least one of them,” I motioned to the body on the floor. “I don’t know if the other one is dead or alive and frankly I don’t care. In addition to all that, I just called my contact at the CIA to send someone to rescue those two agents, a fact that you can verify later.”

“Ok. Assuming you’re telling the truth, what are you going to do with her now?”

“I don’t know. I don’t need any more slaves but the old Dominika is dead. This is a different person so I really don’t want to see her in prison. Why senator, do you want her?”

“What?”

“I can make her your slave. She’ll do anything you want her to do. She’ll be completely loyal to you, after me of course.”

“You can do that?”

“Sure.”

“How?”

“That’s classified. If you had clearance for it you would already know.”

Recognition finally came to his face. “My God! You’re one of them!”

“Ah. Maybe you do have the proper clearance. So, do you want Dominika or not.”

He sighed. “The thing is I’ve always wanted her, from the first time I saw her.”

“She’d be the ultimate body guard too. Who would suspect such a beautiful woman of being so deadly?”

“Do it.” He decided.

I nodded, turned to Dominika and put her into a trance.

“Dominika, from this day forward you will faithfully serve senator Corsico. You will be his loyal slave. You will do anything he commands you to do, feel anything he commands you to feel, be anything he commands you to be, a wife, a lover, a maid, a whore, a dog, whatever he commands, you will become. Do you understand these instructions?”

“Yes.”

“Wake up.”

She blinked and lowered her head in submission.

“Ok, she’s yours.”

“What do I do?”

“Just command her.”

“Nika, come to me.”

She walked over and stood in front of him.

“For the next few minutes I want you to be my dog.”

She went down on her hands and knees and looked up at him with her tongue hanging out.

“Is this real?” he asked me.

“Yes. Make her anything you want her to be. She is yours to command. Just don’t mistreat her, don’t punish her for her former life, she’s not that person anymore. That Dominika is dead and gone.”

“How is it possible?”

“Like I said, if you have clearance you already know. Whether you are told more will be up to the people in charge of the program.”

“Ok. I think I believe you strangely enough. It’s too fantastic to be a lie. And uh... I guess I owe you my thanks. If you ever need anything...”

“Thanks senator. I’ll keep that in mind. Now we should leave. The CIA cleanup team will be here soon and there is no need for anyone else to know of your involvement in this.”

“Right. Nika, be my girlfriend now. You are deeply in love with me.”

She stood and kissed him. Then she put her arm through his and leaned her head on his shoulder.

“You know senator, she probably shouldn’t be seen in public. Other Russian agents would recognize her.”

“You’re right. Can the CIA provide a new identity for her?”

“I think so but she’ll still look like Nika.”

“How about plastic surgery?”

“Fine with me as long as it’s done right and she’s not disfigured.”

“Alright that’s what I’ll do.”

“Fine. Now, the fewer people who see us the better. I don’t know about you but I’m going to take the stairs down and go out the back door.”

“Good idea. Let’s go. By the way, I don’t even know your name.”

“Sam. Just Sam.”