Smith looked at the woman seated across from him. She was blonde, with piercing green eyes. Magnificent legs sheathed in black silk and crossed alluringly in plain view. Full breasts displayed to enticing effect by a tight satin dress that matched her eyes. Her posture was confident and her demeanor serene, despite how he must look after so many beatings. She looked back at him with an enigmatic smile that projected confidence and calm.
\n\u201cWho are you?\u201d asked Smith.
\n\u201cI am Goddess Marquesa,\u201d she replied in a steady, richly captivating voice.
\n\u201cWell, \u2018Goddess\u2019,\u201d snorted Smith, unable to contain his humor at the absurdity of the situation, \u201cdo you realize that I am a federal agent? That simply by being here you have made yourself accessory to kidnapping and a host of other felonies?\u201d
\nGoddess Marquesa chuckled softly. \u201cAll work has its risks, pet. Our hosts are paying me very well for the ones I am taking now.\u201d
\n\u201cOur \u2018hosts\u2019 are drug dealers and murderers. You seem too decent a person to become involved with such scum.\u201d
\n\u201cThat is sweet of you to say, pet. But the money of scum is just as green as anyone else\u2019s, and they have lots of it, sorry to say.\u201d
\nSmith leaned forward in his chair, one of two in the room to which he had been dragged by two of Estaban\u2019s goons, his first departure from the cell in which he had sweated out the last few days. As he moved the shackles on his wrists and ankles sent a metallic rattle echoing through the bare chamber. He had heard a heavy bolt slide behind the single entry door to the room once his handlers had deposited him in front of his counterpart. Even restrained, overcoming the blonde would be easy, but the chances of escape once that was done seemed slim.
\nStalling for time, Smith said, \u201cYou won\u2019t live to spend your money, Miss\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cGoddess.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry\u2026.Goddess Marquesa. Esteban won\u2019t let you leave here now that you have seen me.\u201d
\n\u201cTime will tell\u2026\u201d
\nGoddess Marquesa\u2019s reply was cut short by the crackle of an intercom speaker sparking to life. \u201cGet on with it\u2026\u201d a faintly accented voice ordered impatiently. \u201cYou said you could control his mind\u2026let\u2019s see you do it.\u201d
\n\u201cControl my mind?\u201d asked Smith incredulously. \u201cYou must be kidding.\u201d
\nGoddess Marquesa leaned in and captured Smith\u2019s gaze in the vortex of her emerald eyes. Her smile widened.
\n\u201cMind control is much easier than you might imagine,\u201d she purred, her voice possessing an almost tactile quality that made the hairs on the back of Smith\u2019s neck stand up. \u201cIt only requires one to understand the art of suggestion. The easiest way to control someone\u2019s mind is to take advantage of the mind\u2019s own reflexes. For example, if I tell you to think of the word \u2018rhino\u2019\u201d you do. A picture fills your head- four legs, a tail, a single horn- for a brief moment I have controlled your mind.\u201d
\nSmith laughed. \u201cOK, you made me think of a rhino. But what good does that do you\u2026or Estaban.\u201d
\nGoddess Marquesa minced in feigned abashment. \u201cYou\u2019re right, of course. The \u2018rhino\u2019 reflex doesn\u2019t allow me to establish sustained control of your thoughts. The image arises and passes away very quickly. But there are other, more complex reflexes one may manipulate. For example\u2026.\u201d Marquesa paused. She leaned back and flexed her legs, drawing Smith\u2019s attention to their exquisite curves. Her back arched subtly, seeming to make her breasts float into the center of his vision. \u201cI can see that you find me very attractive.\u201d
\nSmith shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He sensed that he should take his eyes off her but was unable to master the urge to look. \u201cSo?\u201d he asked, his voice betraying a slight hint of nervousness. \u201cI find many\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cSo,\u201d declared Goddess Marquesa, abruptly cutting Smith off mid-sentence, \u201cwhen I suggest that you imagine making love to me, you can\u2019t help but do it.\u201d
\nSmith opened his mouth as if to speak, but no sound emerged.
\n\u201cAs soon as the words leave my lips the images fill your head. Your arms enfolding me\u2026my legs wrapped around you\u2026our mouths pressed hungrily against one-another\u2026my scent filling your lungs\u2026my taste flooding your mouth\u2026\u201d
\nSmith\u2019s mouth drooped open. His breathing became shallow and rapid. His eyes opened wide, his pupils dilated.
\n\u201cAnd it is not just your mind,\u201d Marquesa continued, \u201cI\u2019ve taken control of your body too. I can feel your eyes travelling up and down my curves. I can see your lips and jaw twitch as you imagine sucking on my nipples, your cock straining against the fabric of your pants.\u201d
\nSmith gasped. He felt pre-cum ooze forth and stain his boxers.
\n\u201cYour desire is the lever I use to pry your mind open, leaving you exposed like\u00a0 a clam without its shell. Now that I am inside you find yourself focusing more and more on the sound of my voice. You can\u2019t help feeling more and more relaxed\u2026All of the tension and vital energy bottled up within is flowing down, down into your cock and toward me. Release it all\u2026relax totally\u2026You feel no fear or pain, only that you want me and that you are completely at ease\u2026.Say it\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cI want you,\u201d Smith intoned, his voice distant, \u201cand I am completely at ease.\u201d
\n\u201cAgain.\u201d
\n\u201cI want you, and I am completely at ease.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s a good boy. Close your eyes now.\u201d
\nSmith\u2019s eyes slowly shut.
\n\u201cI am going to count to three. At each count you will tell me that you are my pet. After three I will snap my fingers, and you will awaken feeling refreshed. Nothing will have changed, except that you will be filled with the irresistible urge to obey my every command. Do you understand?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cYes Goddess Marquesa,\u201d the Goddess corrected.
\n\u201cYes Goddess Marquesa.\u201d
\n\u201cGood. One.\u201d
\n\u201cI am your pet, Goddess Marquesa.\u201d
\n\u201cTwo.\u201d
\n\u201cI am your pet, Goddess Marquesa.\u201d
\n\u201cThree.\u201d
\n\u201cI am your pet, Goddess Marquesa.\u201d
\nThe Goddess snapped her fingers. Smith\u2019s eyes opened, expressing confusion.
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d he asked. \u201cI was\u2026.I was imagining\u2026being\u2026with you\u2026and then\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cI have taken control of your mind,\u201d replied Goddess Marquesa nonchalantly. \u201cFrom now on you won\u2019t be able to refuse my commands.\u201d
\nSmith screwed up his face in an expression of disbelief. \u201cMy eye. Prove it.\u201d
\nGoddess Marquesa smiled once more. \u201cOh Estaban,\u201d she cried, raising her voice so as to be clearly heard over the microphone that was eavesdropping on the room.
\n\u201cYes?\u201d asked the same slightly accented voice heard before.
\n\u201cTake the keys to Mr. Smith\u2019s shackles and put them in your mouth. Then get on all fours and bring them in here like a good doggie.\u201d
\nA scuffling noise could be heard over the intercom, followed by a silence broken only when the door to the room opened, revealing a tan, well-built man in an expensive silk suit on his hands and knees, a set of keys held in his mouth. Estaban crawled into the room, his rump shaking as if he meant to wag his tail in joy. He was followed in by the two goons that had deposited Smith in his chair.
\n\u201cWere you boys listening over the intercom just now?\u201d asked Goddess Marquesa.
\n\u201cYes,\u201d replied the nearest henchman.
\n\u201cGood. Go to sleep, both of you,\u201d ordered Marquesa. At her words both goons fell unconscious.
\n\u201cGood boy, Estaban!\u201d Goddess Marquesa cried, summoning the \u201cdoggie\u201d with a slap on her thigh. \u201cCome bring mommy the keys!\u201d
\nEstaban did as he was ordered, depositing the keys at Goddess Marquesa\u2019s feet. She picked them up and used them to unlock Smith\u2019s shackles. As Smith stood she removed his leg chain. This she wrapped around Estaban\u2019s neck, threading it through the ankle shackle and locking it in place to form an impromptu collar and leash. When this was done, she offered the end of the leash to Smith.
\n\u201cHere\u2019s your man,\u201d she said, \u201ctake him in. You can use your arm chain to tie his two goons together.\u201d
\nSmith whistled in appreciation. \u201cYou had me fooled, Goddess,\u201d he said. \u201cI was sure you were Estaban\u2019s girl. For a minute I even thought that you really had taken control of my mind.\u201d
\nGoddess Marquesa stepped back, a wry smile on her face. \u201cHeel, boy,\u201d she said.
\nSmith fell to all fours, panting. Marquesa patted him on the head and cooed affectionately as he nuzzled against her calf. After a minute or so she straightened and said, \u201cThat\u2019s enough puppy love. On your feet, Agent Smith. Be a man again.\u201d
\nSmith stood, his look one of bewilderment. \u201cWhat did you do to me?\u201d he asked.
\n\u201cI made you mine, just like Estaban and his thugs. All at once, actually.\u201d
\n\u201cUndo it. Set me free.\u201d
\nGoddess Marquesa laughed. \u201cFat chance. I\u2019m not a criminal, but I\u2019m no saint either. It\u2019s not every day that I get the chance to enslave a federal agent. Besides, even if I undid my conditioning, you wouldn\u2019t be able to stop thinking of me. Men who have had a taste of my power always fall helplessly in love with me. Within a month, six weeks at the most, you would come crawling to my door begging for me. At least this way you will have me in your head permanently, where I can control your impulses.\u201d
\n\u201cBut\u2026but\u2026\u201d Smith stammered.
\n\u201cThere is no \u2018but\u2019,\u201d declared Goddess Marquesa, extending her hand. \u201cNow thank me properly, pet.\u201d
\n\u201cFor what?\u201d asked Smith.
\n\u201cFor everything.\u201d
\nFor almost a minute Smith stood mutely defiant, trembling with the effort of resisting her command. Finally his will broke and he bent in devotion over her hand, murmuring repeatedly between passionate yet tender kisses: \u201cThank you\u2026.thank you, Goddess\u2026.oh thank you\u2026thank you for defeating Estaban\u2026thank you for saving me\u2026\u201d
\nAs he pressed his lips to her skin and her scent engulfed him, Smith realized what he was most grateful for: \u201cThank you for making me your pet.\u201d<\/p>\n
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