Chapter 1
Bruce Wilcox sat at the breakfast table with his wife, Beth, reading the paper. Yet another robbery reported. This time it was Beguiling Furs on Carroll St. The owner, Bonnie Kovak was reported missing. Thirteen fur shops and nine jewelry stores over the past several weeks, and the pattern was always the same. The owner of the store would go into work, conduct a normal day's business, lock up and set the security system. The next morning, the store would be empty, the security tape removed, and the owner would be missing. The police would investigate every crime scene and never come up with any clues.Bruce was the owner of Wilcox Furriers, the largest fur distributor in the area. So naturally he knew a great many of the missing owners, including Bonnie. They were his friends and colleagues. He could not help but worry about their fate.
He was not the only one worried. Beth was looking down at her bagel trying to hide her tears. Out of nowhere she blurted out, "I just know you're going to be next".
Bruce had heard this before. "Beth, honey. Please. I've taken every precaution imaginable", trying to calm her down. "I've added more surveillance cameras and even hired Mike and Tom to guard the place at night as you suggested. What else can I do? The only thing I haven't done is to hire an armed personal bodyguard."
"Well?" Beth replied. All she got in return was a smirk. "I know, I just can't help but worry. I love you so much." She smiled at her husband lovingly.
Bruce got up, went over to his wife, picked her up, and kissed her gently. "I love you too sweetheart."
During the next several weeks the robberies continued, although the shops were small in comparison. The police were still baffled and none of the owners had ever resurfaced. Bruce was sure his extended security was the reason why he was being left alone.
One breezy spring afternoon in April, Bruce was decided to go to lunch a bit early. As he was getting into his car, he felt a soft brush on the side of his neck. It felt like fur. Almost immediately he felt light headed. What was that? He turned around slowly and came face to face with the most gorgeous woman he had ever beheld. His mind clouded as he stared into the face of this beautiful angel.
"Oh, excuse me darling. I was wondering if I might have a moment of your time", she cooed. She looked at this man in his early 40's and smiled seductively. Like it mattered. She knew that she could spit in his face and all he would be able to do is smile back. She had done this to so many people she knew exactly what Bruce was feeling and how he would respond. The initial effect of her virus was so much fun to watch.
Her velvet voice seemed irresistible to Bruce. Was he dreaming? He could only stare at her perfect figure. She was in her late 20's, about 5'9", with long silky blonde hair. Diamonds glistened in her ears. Draped across her shoulders was a full a length white mink coat, which was open to show her perfect hourglass form, highlighted by her pink mini skirt and black top. He felt weak in the knees. Bruce tried to speak, but her crystalline blue eyes transfixed him. All he got out was, "Ahhh...mmmah....ohhh".
She pressed her finger to Bruce's lips and purred, "It's ok, baby. I understand. Just relax. Why don't we go back to my limo and have a little chat." Bruce just gazed into the vision before him. How could he refuse her anything?
With that she blew him a kiss and sauntered over to a black stretch limo on the other side of the parking lot. There was no need for her to look back to see if Bruce was following. Of course he would. What choice did he have? She knew the small dose of her "love virus" she planted on his neck would affect him long enough so they could be alone.
When she was within 20 feet of the limo, her driver, Mark, practically jumped out of the drivers seat and opened the back door. On his Mistress's arrival, he immediately sank to his knees. She turned to him and caressed his cheek with her hand and said, "Thank you, darling. Such a good boy." With that, Mark took her hand and gently kissed it as a sign of his devotion and returned to his upright position.
Bruce's legs seemed to move on their own volition. He had to be near her. She was a Goddess. About halfway to the limo however, he started to get confused and reality seemed to set in. He slowed. What am I doing? Who is this woman? I am married to... what is her name...um... Beth. Yes! I love Beth, I love...Beth, I love...no! I love...those eyes. Those unbelievable blue eyes. He sped up. He needed to be near her. At the door to the limo he froze. Not because of resistance but because he felt he needed for approval to enter. Then he heard her beautiful voice. She held out her hand, smiled and said, "Get in darling, we have much to discuss". Bruce took her bejeweled hand and slid into the back seat. Mark closed the door, returned to drivers seat and the limo sped away.
Bruce just stared starry-eyed at the fur-clad Goddess before him. She picked up a mirror and began to gaze at her reflection. She then pressed the intercom to give Mark directions. Bruce longed for her to gaze into his eyes again but no. She loved to tease her admirers. After about half an hour, Bruce was beginning to get confused again. Reality told him this wasn't natural. He needed to resist whatever was causing him to feel this way.
Beth. I must think of Beth.
He finally uttered, "Who are you and what do you want with me?" He tried to sound as authoritative as possible, but authority was replaced with fear.
She stroked her coat and said, "Mr. Wilcox, you may call me Mynx, or Mistress Mynx if you prefer." With that she turned her crystalline eyes directly on him. "As for what I want from you? Right now I just want you to relax and tell me what you're feeling."
He tried to say, "Tell me what's going on?". But what he heard was, "I.... I love you, Mistress Mynx. I love you more than anything!".
"I know baby. Isn't it wonderful? Would you like me to explain what's happened to you?
"Yes please, Mistress". I have to resist her. I need to resist her...Beth... need to think of Beth.
"Basically, I have infected you with a virus which contains a composite of a hypnotic and pheromone extract. It completely takes over the pleasure centers of the brain. All pleasure is thus routed through a love object, making it virtually impossible to resist anything the love object says. Simply put darling, I have infected you with a virus that makes you fall madly in love with me. And it's completely irresistible, and only I have the antidote", chuckled Mynx. She then reached and touched the bulge in Bruce's pants. She licked her lips and he almost exploded.
No. I must concentrate. I will resist. I must resist. I will resist. I must resist. I will resist. I must resist.
"I impregnated the outer coating of this beautiful fur I'm wearing with the virus. When I brushed my cuff against your neck the delivery was complete. It was only a small touch but enough to bring you to me"
"Why me?" I will resist. I must resist. Beth. I will resist. I must resist. Beth. I will resist. I must resist.
Mynx noted a stubborn tone and that he did not use the title "Mistress". No matter. She knew the initial delivery was not enough to enslave him. Let him struggle a bit longer. They all kneel in the end.
"Because darling, I have this affinity for furs and diamonds. I just can't get enough of them. I simply infect all the owners of the furriers and jewelry stores in the area. Male, female, it makes no difference. They fall madly in love with me and obey any command. And now it's your turn baby. I mean you are the owner of one of the largest furriers in this area, are you not? So, you are going to donate everything from Wilcox Furriers and present it to me as a tribute to my beauty and a testament to your love. Then, you will serve me forever as my love slave in whatever capacity I deem fit. And if you're a good boy I might even let you curl up beside me like a little puppy." she giggled.
Bruce's mind was in complete turmoil. He wanted so much to submit, but at the same time wanted to run away. Oh my God, those eyes! Maybe he could reach the door handle and escape. If he could get away from her maybe the infection would wear off. She just sat there staring into his eyes, filling him with desire. Her lips weren't moving but he could still hear her voice in his mind... "You Love Me, You Adore Me, You Worship Me" Using all his willpower he moved his hand closer to the door handle.
Mynx then shook his finger at him and, "No, no baby, you don't want to escape. You'll miss out on this". Mynx laid back and pulled down her pink mini skirt to reveal her beautiful pussy. She pointed at her pussy and simply said, "Lick".
That was more than Bruce could bear. He moved his face moved closer and closer to Mynx's pussy. He began kissing the insides of her thighs. He started with the left thigh, then the right, pausing in the middle to touch her glorious pussy with the tip of his tongue. Mynx groaned with pleasure and he could see her nipples harden. He continued to tease her with his tongue and he could feel the heat and moisture build. While Bruce's tongue was pleasuring his Goddess, she completed his conditioning by taking the virus-infected fur and caressing his cheeks. Almost the instant the fur touched his face he moaned and thrust his tongue deep inside her pussy and began to tongue fuck her over and over. He was hers forever. There was no Beth. There was no world without Mistress Mynx.
After Mynx's fourth orgasm, she put her finger under his chin and guided him back to the seat.
"Well done, slave. Now I think it's time we get down to business. Don't you?"
"Yes, my love."
"Tell me about your security system, darling."
Bruce told his Mistress about all the extra safeguards he
implemented. When he was though, Mynx knew every camera, every code,
every detail of his security system. Upon mentioning Tom and Mike, his
nighttime security staff, Bruce suddenly felt ashamed he put such a
barriers in front of his Mistress's plans. Mynx curled herself up
against Bruce and stroked her fur playfully. She then turned to Bruce
and purred, "They are of no consequence, baby. I'll bet they would
just LOVE a visit from me". Mynx laughed, turned, and gave Bruce a
deep passionate kiss.
Around midnight, Beth was getting worried. Bruce had called and said
he was going to be working very late, but he was NEVER this late. She
called the police who were dispatched to Wilcox Furriers
immediately. What they found was an empty storeroom, no security
tapes, no security guards, and another missing owner.
Beth was beside herself with tears. She needed to find out what happened to her husband and would use all her resources to do so.
Bruce however, did not want to be found. He was right where he wanted to be; curled up on a sable blanket next to his love. Mynx would stroke him and whisper in his ear, "Nice puppy. Nice sweet puppy!"
To be continued: Beth's investigation