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\"\"\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 General Markov grimaced as he watched the team of special operations analysts file into the conference room. He had suspected that this meeting would be a waste of his time, and everything about the appearance of this team confirmed him in that belief. Though they wore military uniform, nothing about them looked soldierly. They were old, out of shape, and poorly outfitted. The leader of the team, a balding man with a scruffy mustache who looked like he might be an accountant when he was not on active duty, had pinned his insignia to his shirt collar incorrectly.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThank you for taking this meeting with us, General,\u201d began the nebbish who led the keystone cops outfit as he and his subordinates took seats around the conference table. \u201cI am Colonel Grodsky, head of Unit 69. We are a special division of Army Intelligence, dedicated to the development of experimental weapons and tactics.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes, yes,\u201d General Markov grunted, broadcasting impatience. \u201cGet on with your report. A war is going on, gentleman, and as you know our side is not doing well. I have to get back to monitoring conditions at the front.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Grodsky cleared his throat nervously and picked up a remote control device placed in the middle of the conference table. \u201cAll right, General,\u201d the colonel complied. \u201cI will skip the preliminaries and show you the secret weapon my team has been developing.\u201d Aiming the remote control at a large monitor situated along the long wall of the conference room, he called up an image on the screen. It was of a blond woman with luminescent green eyes and a curvaceous figure. She was shown full-body, seated in a basic office chair, but dressed for the bedroom. Her magnificent tits and legs were scantily covered in lacy black lingerie, stockings, and garters. Her shoes were 6\u201d black patent-leather stilettos.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 General Markov\u2019s face registered surprise. \u201cIs this some kind of joke?\u201d he barked. \u201cI don\u2019t want to see pictures of your wives or girlfriends. Show me the weapon you say can turn the tide of this war.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cShe is\u2026that is to say, this is the weapon,\u201d Grodsky stuttered. \u201cThis woman is an American erotic hypnotist named Goddess Marquesa. After extensive analysis, my team has determined that she is the sexiest woman on earth.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The General fought to contain his anger. His hands gripped the edge of the table so tightly that his knuckles turned bright red. \u201cDo you mean to tell me,\u201d he seethed, his rage obvious from his tone, \u201cthat you called me away from the battlefield in order to share some sexual fetish of yours?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo\u2026please\u2026.,\u201d Grodsky protested. \u201cI assure you that my team and I have conducted ourselves with the utmost seriousness of purpose. At first we were simply searching the internet for any form of psychological warfare weapon that could be used to disorient the enemy or break their morale. Only after many months, and upon collecting reams of data, did we determine that the unique sexual charisma of Goddess Marquesa was our best chance of developing an effective weapon. Even then we did not dare to bring this plan to you. We first had special commando units capture Goddess Marquesa and bring her here so that we might conduct carefully controlled experiments.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhat sort of experiments?\u201d the General asked, his voice still registering frustration, but now mixed with a hint of curiosity.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Grodsky pressed buttons on the remote control. The image on the monitor changed to that of a man. He was huge, towering well over six feet, and broad-shouldered. His sandy brown hair was worn in a severely short military hair cut. He was clad in fatigue uniform pants and combat boots, his shirtless torso was finely chiseled with bulging muscles and criss-crossed by battle scars.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThis is Igor Ivanovich,\u201d Grodsky explained. \u201cHe is a thrice-decorated combat veteran and one of the deadliest soldiers in the special forces regiment. He has killed seven men in hand-to-hand combat, two of them with his bare fists. He was the first test subject that we employed in our experiments with Goddess Marquesa.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Grodsky pressed a button on the remote control, and a video began to play on the monitor:<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Godess Marquesa was shown sitting in the same chair from the original still photograph, wearing the same sexy lingerie. She had a magazine in her hands and was glancing at it half-attentively. The sound of a door opening drew her attention. Igor Ivanovich walked on screen, dressed as he had been in the still photo first displayed by Grodsky.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNice scars, Lurch,\u201d the Goddess declared in English.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ivanovich was obviously confused. \u201cWho are you?\u201d he asked, his English accented but clearly intelligible.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI might ask you the same thing,\u201d Goddess Marquesa answered, \u201cif I didn\u2019t have other more pressing questions. Like: where am I? Why have I been kidnapped?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cKidnapped?\u201d Ivanovich echoed.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes, kidnapped,\u201d the Goddess repeated. \u201cSomeone slipped a mickey in My drink one night, and when I woke up I was locked in this room. You aren\u2019t very bright, are you? Are you the one in charge of this funhouse?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo,\u201d Ivanovich replied. \u201cI am a soldier. I was told only that there is a very dangerous enemy in this room. That I should kill or subdue this enemy if I can.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Goddess Marquesa raised an eyebrow in surprise. \u201cOh!\u201d she interjected. \u201cIt seems like a lot of trouble to kidnap Me just to feed Me to a brute like you. But\u2026if you are a soldier then I suppose orders are orders\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ivanovich stepped forward hesitantly, his whole posture conveying disorientation and indecision.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d Goddess Marquesa asked.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2026you are a woman, and\u2026\u201d Ivanovich murmured.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAnd?\u201d the Goddess prompted.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201c\u2026and you are\u2026b-b-beautiful,\u201d Ivanovich concluded.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes I am quite beautiful, aren\u2019t I?\u201d the Goddess asked rhetorically. \u201cThat\u2019s all right. You don\u2019t have to kill Me right away. You can look at Me for a little while.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Goddess stood, thrusting her breasts forward and extending her right leg to give Ivanovich a fuller view of her gorgeous figure. She smiled seductively and traced a line down the side of her right breast with her exquisitely manicured fingernail, slowly circling the mound of her nipple that pressed through the lacy fabric of her brassiere.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ivanovich froze. A bulge began to rise in the crotch of his uniform pants. His eyes went wide.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou like looking at Me\u2026\u201d the Goddess intoned, her voice rhythmic and melodious, \u201cYou can feel yourself relaxing\u2026easing into a sweet meditation on My body\u2026My body\u2026so luscious\u2026so gorgeous\u2026.looking at Me makes you feel sleepy\u2026sleepy\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Grodsky hit a button and the scene flashed forward. On the screen Ivanovich was on his knees, his hands clasped in front of him in a gesture of entreaty. Goddess Marquesa was standing directly in front of the kneeling Ivanovich, a triumphant smile on her beautiful face.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cPLEEEAASE, Goddess!\u201d Ivanovich wailed. \u201cPlease let me touch You! I\u2019ll do anything\u2026ANYTHING you say! I can\u2019t stand it! I must touch you! You are TOO BEAUTIFUL!!! PLEASE!!!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Grodsky hit another button. The scene jumped forward again. Now Ivanovich was on his hands and knees, his pants pulled down around his ankles. Goddess Marquesa stood behind him, bent over slightly as she jammed something into his ass. As she worked the object in and out of Ivanovich\u2019s anus, he grunted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. His eyes rolled back into his head, his muscles trembled like jello.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cTell Me how much you like it, shitstain!\u201d the Goddess commanded.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh yes, Goddess!\u201d Ivanovich moaned. \u201cIt feels so good. Please don\u2019t stop! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, please!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A few seconds later he began to orgasm spasmodically, jets of cum pulsing from his cock as foam flowed from his mouth and covered his chin.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cStop!\u201d General Markov commanded.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Grodsky hit a button, pausing the playback.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWas Ivanovich drugged?\u201d the General asked.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo,\u201d Grodsky replied.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cDid she hit him with some sort of device? Employ some special martial art hold?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo,\u201d Grodsky insisted. \u201cShe used only her own sex appeal and hypnotic power. We provided her with no special tools.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhere did she get the dildo that she was fucking him with?\u201d the General asked.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Grodsky pointed to the still image on the video monitor. \u201cIf you look carefully you can see the chair that she had been sitting in off to one side of the screen. She ordered Ivanovich to brake the leg off of the chair and lubricate it with his own spit, and he obeyed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSurely this is some kind of fluke!\u201d General Markov barked. \u201cThis Ivanovich was a strong brute, but weak-willed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Grodsky hit a button on the remote. A montage of scenes played on the video screen:<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 In the first, another enormous soldier was kneeling at Goddess Marquesa\u2019s feet, pleading to be allowed to suck her toes. In the next scene that same soldier was lying on the floor, sobbing hot tears as he stroked his cock, while Goddess Marquesa stood over his prone form triumphantly, jamming her bare foot into his eager mouth.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 In the next scene another battle-scarred soldier had been tied to the end of a cot by his own shoelaces. Tears streamed down his face as he begged Goddess Marquesa to continue spanking his bare ass.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 In the next scene a different soldier was on his knees behind Goddess Marquesa, who had clearly just finished using the toilet. \u201cClean Me!\u201d the Goddess commanded, prompting the man to jam his face into the crack of her ass and begin licking greedily.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 In the next scene a soldier was lying across Goddess Marquesa\u2019s lap, begging to be thrashed with his own belt.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 In the next scene a soldier was cleaning the soles of Goddess Marquesa\u2019s bare feet with his tongue.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 In the next scene a naked soldier bucked and convulsed from lack of air as the Goddess sat on his face, his stiffly erect cock showing that he was in paradise even as he began to pass out from asphyxiation.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Grodsky paused the playback again. \u201cAll of these soldiers were ordered to kill or subdue Goddess Marquesa if they could. None of them were able to resist falling under her sexual control. This next soldier was not given specific orders about Goddess Marquesa. He was simply told that he would be put into a cell with another prisoner for one night, and that if he had an orgasm before morning he would be shot. This is what happened at 3:00 AM that night.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Grodsky hit the button to start the playback again. The video showed a dark room. Goddess Marquesa was lying on a cot, asleep, her face turned toward the wall. The soldier was awake, kneeling in the middle of the room, staring at Goddess Marquesa\u2019s ass, trembling. His cock was rigidly erect, he was clearly struggling to maintain his composure. Finally, his will broke.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh, Goddess! Goddess!\u201d he moaned, taking his cock in his right hand and beginning to stroke.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Grodsky hit the button to pause playback. \u201cWe told that man\u2019s family that he had died heroically at the front.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 General Markov coughed, conveying a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. The room was silent for a few moments. Finally, the General said, \u201cYou have shown that this Goddess Marquesa has real power. But how do we weaponize it? Can she be controlled?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The members of Unit 69 shifted uncomfortably in their seats.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAh, yes\u2026\u201d Grodsky said. \u201cThat is a problem. We did give considerable thought to how we might control Goddess Marquesa. In fact, we were too focused on that question\u2026you see\u2026.we should have been more concerned with preventing Her from taking control of us.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhat?\u201d blurted General Markov. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The door to the conference room opened, and from directly outside a bewitching feminine voice declared, \u201cWhat he means, General, is that they are not in control anymore, I am.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Goddess Marquesa walked into the room, wearing the same seductive lingerie that she had worn in the video.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhat kind of game is this?\u201d the General demanded.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s no game,\u201d Grodsky replied. \u201cAfter spending so much time looking at and listening to Goddess Marquesa, all of us have fallen hopelessly in love with Her.\u00a0 Soon, you will be one of us too\u2026one of Her slaves\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The soft, rumpled members of Unit 69 moved with startling speed and aggression. They sprang from their chairs and grabbed both General Markov and his bodyguard, pinning them prone to the top of the conference table.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook, Goddess! You were right!\u201d Grodsky shouted, pointing to the enormous bulge in General Markov\u2019s pants. \u201cShowing the General that footage has worked as you said it would. Even now, he cannot resist being aroused by Your presence.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHow dare you lay your hands on me!\u201d the General screamed. \u201cYou will all be shot for this!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh, behave yourself,\u201d Goddess Marquesa purred. \u201cOnce you have put the army at my disposal and I have become Queen of this country, these men will be heroes. Now, general\u2026listen to My Voice\u2026.you feel yourself becoming sleepy\u2026so relaxed\u2026.your eyelids are getting heavy\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

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