
Hanna looked at herself in the motel room mirror as she adjusted
the cups of her leather corset. The black garment stopped just
above the top of her low riding, skin tight black leather pants.
The pants revealed the very tops of her ass cheeks, and rode
low enough on the front that Hanna was glad she had trimmed herself.
The corset shoved her breasts up. They looked bigger than normal, but
not as much as Hanna would have thought given the garment. She
chewed her lip and let her milk glands weep for a few seconds. Her
breasts puffed up until they were peeking over the edge of the corset.
*There's no kill like overkill.* She thought and zipped on a tight
black leather jacket.

Twenty minutes later she walked up to a carved oak door. Two men in
cuts stood on either side of it. One of them had a beard down to
his chest, and a tattoo of an octopus tentacle climbed up the throat
of the other. "Can I come in, or is this Horseman only?" Hanna asked.

The younger looking tattooed one just stared at her while the older
one opened the door. Hanna smiled and said, "Thanks." before walking
in, her hips rolling.

There was a rustle of leather and cloth as everyone in the bar turned
to look at her. Hanna had spun up a second mind to monitor for threats,
her threat-self heard a woman at the bar say, "Oh my god, her tits
are huge." to a woman sitting next to her. The speaker's breasts were
almost as big as Hanna's had been before the treatment. Hanna could
hear about a dozen women whispering warnings to into various biker's
ears.

She walked up to the bar, "Whiskey." She said.

The bartender look at her, "Sure."

"It's on me." Hanna thought she could detect a faint Irish accent.

"Thanks." She turned around. The man in front of her wore a leather
cut over a white t-shirt and jeans. He must have been at least
6'5", but nothing about him was thin. His bright red hair and beard and
large stature made him look like a fire giant. Hanna felt herself moisten.
Her eyes flicked down to the patch which read, "Vice President," on his
left breast. "...VP" she finished.

"I don't think I've seen you around here before. This your first time
in Lockwood?"

"Yeah. I just moved here from San Francisco."

He took a seat at the bar. "I'm Greg O'Conner."

"Oh, I'm Stephanie. Stephanie Hallbright." It was a very mundane exchange.
Somehow Hanna had been expecting something different. *Well it seems unlikely
that he would just throw me on the table and start fucking.* The image stiffened
Hanna's nipples, but also made her smile. If Greg tried he would be in for a
surprise.

"Is something funny?" He asked.

Hanna shook her head. "Nah. I'm just happy to be done with work."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a nurse at Tahoe Pacific. Transferring means a lot of paperwork,
which sucks." She gave a broad smile. The bartender put a glass
in front of her and she took a sip. She put it down and shook her
finger, "That's good."

"I bet your patients have some serious nurse fantasies after you
are done with them." Greg delivered the line with a faint grin.

Hanna smiled. "They have to keep me away from anyone with a
dodgy heart."

He laughed. "I'll bet they do. I can see how you would be a scourge
on the cardiovascularly challenged."

Hanna took another drink. "In all seriousness I did cure someone's
four hour erection by leaving the room." Her eyes twinkled, "We had
already punched a hole in that sucker with a syringe, but this guy
just wasn't going soft. Priapisms are serious shit, so we were getting
really worried. The old bastard had maybe forty five minutes until
we would have to chop it off. He was freaking out, so I went to grab
a drink of water. By the time I came back he was on the mend. I shit
you not."

Greg was looking a little green around the gills. "That's horrifying."

Hanna laughed, "One little story about Priapisms and men turn into
the biggest babies. I wouldn't be to worried. You have another four
hours to get rid of me before things get sticky." As she spoke
she reached over and rubbed her hand along his hard dick.

The jab at his pride made Greg clobber any outward signs of his discomfort.
"Have you considered wearing a fat suit?"

Hanna had to pause in the middle of her drink to prevent herself from spilling.
Her chest shook under the leather jacket and Greg was treated to a view of
her massive breasts pushing hard against the leather. When she got herself
under control she said. "What like one of those sumo suits?"

"No no. I wouldn't be everywhere. Just around you waist. That way you wouldn't
look like a sex goddess anymore." He trailed off. "Of course there is still
the problem of your face. I bet there is something you could do with makeup
to take that down to at least an eight."

Hanna felt her cheeks grow warm. He was very direct. She tossed down the
rest of her whiskey to hide her embarrassment and said, "Can you show me
your bike? I kinda have a thing for Harleies."

Greg's eyes twinkled. He could tell he had scored a point. "Sure."

A few minutes later they were roaring along the highway. Hanna's
breasts were pressed hard against Greg's back. She let herself
just revel in the moment. The dry Nevada landscape whipped past.
Fence posts and scrub brush filled the high desert. Hanna kept a
light grip on Greg's mind to prevent him from getting too
distracted by her body against his.

After an hour or so Greg brought the bike to a stop. "Do you want me
to drop you off back at The Stable?" He asked.

Hanna shook her head, "What kind of question is that?"

"Just thought I'd ask."

"That's sweet. But just so there are no further misunderstandings:
I want you to take me to a nice secluded spot, preferably under the
stars, where I can fuck the daylights out of you. Is that explicit
enough for you cowboy?" Greg could not start his bike fast enough.

Greg walked the bike to a stop at the base of a beautiful sandstone ravine.
It wound its way up the side of a steep hill, and Hanna could see
dry red clay crumbling over the top of its walls. As soon as the bike
stopped she reversed her pressure on Greg's lust. "Lead the way cowboy."
She said.

He pulled a couple of blankets out of the saddle bags on the back of the bike
and started hiking up the hill. When they had gone a little ways into
the ravine he stopped. Hanna knew the effect she was having on him,
so she decided to have a little fun. "Let's not stop here. It looks like
there is a better spot up there." She pointed up the hill.

Greg groaned, but there was not much he could do except follow Hanna's
swaying ass up the hill. Hanna fluffed her hair back as she walked,
draping her chestnut curls down her back in a cascade which ended at
the small of her back. She made as if to stop several times, but each
time she decided to climb higher, dashing Greg's hopes. Finally she
decided to stop. "This place looks good don't you think?" Hanna
could feel the relief wash through him.

Greg hastily laid out a blanket on the slight slope where Hanna had stopped.
"I want you so bad." He said as he shrugged out of his cut and yanked
his shirt over his head. His heavily muscled frame was covered with tattoos.
The most impressive was a mechanical horse. Its tail started under his left
arm and its head peaked out from under his right, flowing out onto his abs.

Hanna reached up to the zipper of her jacket. With agonizing slowness she
pulled the zipper down. Greg could only watch, hypnotized as more and more
creamy cleavage came into view. The black leather of the jacket had minimized
Hanna's breasts, but now the contrast with her skin made them pop. Hanna smiled
when she saw the glazed over look on Greg's face. "Turn around. I want to
see your back." She said when the zipper was completely open.

Without moving his feet, Greg turned and looked over his right shoulder.
When he looked back Hanna was sliding her jacket off. "Nice ink. Take off
your pants." She had considered simply enslaving him, but she had not had
sex since her capture, and she figured it was about time. She had had plenty
of opportunity, but she had a hangup about banging someone who was no
longer really their own person. Hopefully Greg could help her get over that.

Faster than she would have thought possible Greg stripped down and stood
nude before her. At some point during the process he had rolled a condom
onto his dick. Hanna smiled at the sight of his throbbing erection. It
looked large enough that she expected some women would be unwilling to be
penetrated by a dick of that magnitude. "You're a big boy, aren't you?"
She bent down at the waist to unzip her boots. The position afforded
Greg an excellent view down the top of her corset. When she was done she
slowly straightened and stepped out of her boots. Next, she slipped unzipped
her pants and turned around halfway to showcase her ass. She wriggled her
hips back and forth as she slid the pants down over her ass. Even the
firm grip of her corset did not constrain the top halves of her breasts,
and the jiggled and quaked as she tugged the pants over her ass. When
she stepped out of her pants she was wearing nothing but a thong
and her corset.

Hanna smiled and reached behind her to undo the black ribbons which
held the corset shut. She was flexible and dexterous enough that she
could perform the task easily. With her hands behind her back her
breasts looked even larger than usual. Finally she undid the knot
and tugged the rigid garmet off. Her giant pale breasts bounced
free. It was a good thing that she had a grip on Greg's mind, because
he would have cum right then if she did not stop him.

Hanna strutted towards Greg and shed her thong to reveal a slick pussy.
Finally she reached behind herself and undid a clasp. Greg had not realized
she was wearing anything because her breasts had completely covered whatever
it was she had undone. He watched in bemusement as two sizable pistols
came out from under her breasts. Even in his sex addled state he had to
say something, "You keep guns under your tits?"

Hanna dropped the weapons on the ground beside her. "A girl's go to stay safe."
She said. She took another step forward, "Now remember, you mustn't cum unless
I give you permission." She said.

Greg had heard the term, "too much woman," his whole life, but he had never
really understood it until then. Hanna moved like lightning. One second
Greg was standing in front of her, and the next he was on the ground with Hanna
sitting on top of him. Her breasts filled his field of view. He gasped as he
felt a hot vice engulf his dick. He had not been expecting her to be that tight.

Hanna settled herself atop Greg's dick. In much the same way she had made
herself more flexible, she had made her pussy tighter, though she had given
it an impressive ability to stretch. She rolled her hips in broad circles.
Pleasure started to build within her and she moved faster and faster. Hanna
felt herself plunging deeper and deeper into her pleasure trance.

Hanna leaned forward, burying Greg in breast flesh. Her hips hammered up and
down like a piston. Before long she was thrusting with so much power that
Greg's hips were bouncing. She had to remind herself to dial back the power
so that she would not break him. Her pleasure continued to build until it
reached a soaring crescendo. The orgasm slammed into her with more intensity
than anything she had ever imagined. Her mind splintered into a thousand
fragments in the mist of her frenzied moaning. Then each of those fragments
splintered again. It lasted for minutes. When she came out of it her awareness
was distributed across uncountable minds, all housed in the same body. It took
another couple of minutes for her to establish some order from the chaos, but
when she did it was incredible. A team of minds could be assigned to each
aspect of her experience. She was more exquisitely aware of every sensation than
she ever had been before.

She continued thrusting until it happened again. And again. Three hours later
she finally settled into a slower rhythm. Her mind had split so many times that
her perception of time had warped. An orgasm which had lasted for 10 minutes in
real time had lasted for a month from her subjective perspective. At some point
all the minds had fused into a single entity. Hanna was a single woman again,
but she felt sure that something about her had changed. Greg was
gasping for breath underneath her. Despite the fact that she had been doing
all the work, Hanna was only breathing lightly. She looked down at the man
beneath her, "You may cum."

Greg bucked like a man possessed for a minute or more. When he settled down,
Hanna got off of him. She pulled on her clothes one by one. "That was intense."
She said.

"I hope you were pleased, Mistress." Said Greg from the ground. Hanna was
surprised to hear the word. She had not tried to enslave Greg at all. She
examined his mind and found an image of herself dripping perfection.
In Greg's mind she was a larger than life sex goddess. *I'm lucky I did
not break him like Fritz.* she thought to herself.

Without really thinking about it she reached out and silently commanded
Greg to follow her to his bike. To her surprise she found that she could
control his movement at the level of muscles and nerves. She had never done
that before, and she wondered if it had anything to do with the mind
shattering orgasm.

On the way down Hanna brought her new slave in on her plan.
"I am going to kill your President. I need you to help me get him
alone."

Greg remained silent as they walked down the hill. Hanna could feel
him thinking. Finally he said, "I can ask him to meet me alone to
talk about a deal with some Korean smugglers I've been trying to
set up. Do you want this done tonight?"

Hanna was about to say yes, but she thought better of it. "If he
dies, how likely are you to take over?"

"Ordinarily, pretty likely, but if I was the last one to speak
with him things might be a little dicier."

"Who is most likely to challenge you?"

"Brandon, our Sargent at Arms, might try to push me out. Tim and
Charlie are pretty tight with Blake, so they might get angry if
the think I killed him. If Finn, our Treasurer, backs Brandon I
could have a real problem." He spoke calmly.

"Well, I want you to be in firm control of the Iron Horsemen
after I leave. Tell Tim and Charlie to meet up somewhere."

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Greg rolled the bike to a stop at the head of an old logging road. Tim
was leaning on the handlebars of his bike "Shit, man. What was so
urgent it couldn't wait until tomorrow? Are we at war?"

Greg got off of his bike. "Nah man. I just have a present for you two."
It was then that Tim noticed the woman on the back of Greg's bike.
He thought he recognized her ridicules figure from The Stable.
As he watched she swung her leg over Greg's bike with fluid grace.
Her long leather clad legs carried her over.

"I appreciate it man. I really do, but it's been a long day." Charlie
sat back on his bike and started getting ready to start it.

"Are you sure you want to do that boys?" Hanna unzipped her leather
jacket in one smooth motion. Her corseted breasts quaked with every
footfall. She started emitting pheromones in a cloud around herself.
"Do I have your attention?" She asked and threw her jacket to the
ground. She was already establishing a mental grip on each of them.
"Don't be shy." She beckoned to them.

Charlie and Tim got off their bikes and walked towards Hanna. By the
time they got to her she had loosened the fastening of her corset,
and peeled the garment away from her skin. "Drink." She commanded.

The two big bikers bent down to take each of Hanna's fat nipples in
their mouths. Hanna immediately grabbed hold of each of their minds
and started reforging them to her will. She let her breasts gush
milk into them. Each drop washed away more individuality, leaving
only room for Hanna.

When she was finished Hanna put her corset and jacket back on. "I
want all of you to act as you did before. Tim and Charlie, you are
to obey Greg without question unless I tell you otherwise."

"Yes Mistress." They said in unison.

Turning to Greg she said, "Lets go."

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Hanna woke at dawn the next day. Greg would probably keep sleeping until noon.
Hanna had ridden him for two hours after they got back to his house, and the
poor guy had been exhausted when Hanna finally let him sleep. Three hours
was plenty of sleep for Hanna, so she decided to take a shower and make some
breakfast.

Hanna felt normal for the first time since she had been taken. She might be
a sex-goddess super-solder with mind controlling milk, but none of that
made any difference when it came to flipping eggs. It was nice to be in
a house again, even if that house did belong to a biker. *A surprisingly
domestic biker* Hanna thought to herself as she looked though his cooking
equipment. *I thought you had to show proof of at least two grand children
before they would let you buy an egg cup.*

It was only 7:30 when Hanna fished eating, so she cleaned up and scribbled
a note

    Gone to find Brandon. Be back this afternoon. Took your truck.

She went to the bedroom and left the note on her pillow. Realizing that
she did not know where he kept the keys, she unbuttoned her borrowed
flannel all the way and brought one of her pendulous breasts up to brush Greg's
cheek. It only took her a second to locate the information she was
after. Moments later she was driving down the road in the
direction of The Stable.

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Hanna was a little surprised at what she found when she opened the door to the
bar. It was only 8:00, but she had expected some movement. Instead she found
a chaotic scene. Sleeping bodies were strewn about the room in various
improbable positions. *How can anyone sleep with a pool ball under their cheek?*
she wondered. Around the room lovers in various stages of undress slept in
eachother's arms. *When does this place go from rough bar to orgy?*

A biker stirred from his position where he was draped over the bar. He did not
appear to be wearing anything except his underwear and his cut, which afforded
Hanna a great view of the tattoos climbing down his arms. She watched as he
collected himself and turned around, "We're closed." He said. Then cracked
his neck. His eyes regained enough focus to make out the cleavage displayed
by Hanna's borrowed shirt. Her breasts were far to large for it to close fully
over. "Although you can hang out if you want."

"Actually I was hoping you could help me find Brandon. Greg asked me to drop
of some parts."

"This early? I doubt he is up yet. Why don't you just stay here for a while?"

*Letchous bastard* she thought. "Can you just tell me where he is?"

"He wouldn't like being disturbed this early."

Hanna sighed. "If I show you my tits will you tell me? I have something
I want to do today."

"That sounds fair." He said after a moment.

Hanna could already feel his mind. She started unbuttoning her shirt.
The biker's eyes followed her fat nipples as they swung back and forth
in front of him. Hanna tightened her grip on his mind "They're so
big arn't they? Watch the way they jiggle. I bet you just want to come
over here and suckle."

A few minutes later Hanna buttoned up her shirt. "Now where is he?"
She asked.

"Upstairs, Mistress. The clubhouse has some rooms for members to stay
in. He is the third door on the right."

"Thanks." She purred.

Brandon's door was locked, so Hanna wrenched the handle hard to the right.
The wood of the door gave out with a splintering sound before the bolt
sheared through. Hanna shoved open the door to find the swarthy Sergent
at Arms standing in front of the door with a gun pointed directly
at her chest. Before he could register who it was, she surged forward
and ripped the gun out of his hands. By the time the gun came to rest
against a wall, Hanna had shoved Brandon onto the queen sized bed
and sat on top of his chest in a high mount.

Brandon pushed on Hanna's pelvis, trying to force her hips down over
his so that he could buck her off, but she was immovable. "Who
are you?" He asked.

Hanna shrugged off her shirt, giving Brandon a unique view of the
undersides of her breasts. She could feel his mind brush against
hers, "I'm your new owner." She replied calmly.

Brandon could just stare up in awe and lust as Hanna casually reprogrammed
him. Hanna's nipple's stiffened in arousal as she felt her power over the
man beneath her. It took longer than because Hanna was not using her milk, but
after about 20 minutes she was satisfied enough to get off him. "Brandon,
I want you to listen very carefully. You are to obey and honor me at
all times, at all costs. You will take you orders from Greg unless I
contradict them, knowing that he is my chief servant among the Horsemen.
Do you understand?"

Brandon nodded, "Yes Mistress." He said.

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"Mistress, we could just kill him." Said Greg from his seat at the head
of his kitchen table. Brandon, Tim, and Charlie were sitting around the
room, talking about the best way for Hanna to kill Blake, the president
of The Iron Horsemen.

Hanna shook her head, "No. It has to be me." She thought about explaining
that she did not want her superiors to realized that she had the ability
to enthrall people. It's not like her new slaves would tell anyone, but
she had better be safe than sorry. Just because she felt invincible right
now did not mean that she was.

"Then let's just get him to meet up with us somewhere secluded." Said Brandon.

"What would be a likely excuse?" Asked Hanna. She was glad that her ability
did not turn her victims into complete zombies. The treatment seemed to have
done something to her psyche; she felt only minor guilt at the prospect of
enslaving or killing anyone who got in her way. Perhaps they had done
something to turn her into a sociopath. Despite her harsh new perspective on
life, turning men into complete zombies with her boobs would have been a little
too weird for Hanna. Of course the fact that they kept their minds in tact
meant that Hanna could benefit from the cleverness of her slaves, and she
was not afraid to do so

"We probably don't need a great excuse. Let's just say we have something
to show him, privately. I don't think it has to get any more specific than
that." Said Greg. Hanna did have to have to admit that in this case the
plan did not really require much complexity. It was still nice to be able
to enslave an insider and use their knowledge and position to finish the job.

A few hours later Blake was stepping off his bike in a lot behind a Wendy's
that had shut down a few years ago. "I thought you said this was private,
Greg. Why's she here?" He said jerking his chin towards Hanna's
extremely feminine form. He never saw her foot flash forward, but he did
feel the hammer blow of something slamming into his chest, sending him
flying back over his bike.

Hanna took off her motorcycle helmet, "Nothing personal. Just doin' my job."
She said, walking over to make sure that Blake was dead. She may have overdone
that kick.

Tim whistled, "You are pretty strong, Mistress." He said.

Hanna smirked, "So they tell me."

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"I know we're all bummed out about Blake, but I grantee this will cheer you guys
up!" Said Greg from the stage. It was just a few days after Tim had "discovered"
Blake's body, and the transition of power had gone as smoothly as planned. Now
he had one last order to fulfill before his Mistress went on her way. Unless of
course she decided to ride him one last time. He would almost prefer that she
would not. Hanna might be the sexiest woman he had ever laid eyes on, but she
could also be kind of terrifying in bed. Then again, goddesses are supposed to
be.

The hundred or so bikers gather for a members only wake cheered as Hanna stepped
up on the bar. She was wearing five inch black leather heels, and a bright
red mini skirt. Her torso was covered by a tight black tank top cut low enough
to show off the top of her lacy black bra. The stares of lust that the bikers
were giving her were already turning her on.

As music started playing, Hanna began a slow, writhing dance. Before long
every cock in the building was hard. Nothing moved in the bar except Hanna.
All eyes were on her heavenly curves. She slowly slid her thumbs under
the waistline of her skirt and started easing it down over her long
sensuous legs. A lacy black thong clung to her perfectly formed ass. Not
a single man was able to follow the skirt all the way down to the bar
when Hanna finally let it drop. They were transfixed.

Hanna could already feel the presence of the bikers against her mind. She
was already able to stoke their desire. She bit her lip; feeling a buzz of
pleasure at the sexual power she held over the men before her. She had
not even taken off her top yet. With a sultry grin she slid her fingers
under the hem of the tight shirt and slid it slowly up over her curvaceous
form revealing a toned belly. The shirt had a hard time getting over her
huge breasts, and when it did her chest fell heavily down against her
rib cage, bouncing for a few seconds. She shook her chestnut hair free of
the shirt. She was a Goddess, and the men in front of her was starting
to realize it.

Her black lacy bra focused the crowd's attention, like a pendant dangling
from a hypnotist's fingers. They watched in fascination as she writhed
to the beat, joints fluid. The bra, which had seemed to fit when she
first took off her top, was now looking too small. Breast flesh spilled
over the top, and as the crowd watched, flesh appeared at the sides and
bottom of the garment. When the overstretched piece of fabric finally
snapped Hanna felt her hold on the crowd grow complete. "I am your
Mistress." She said, "Your goal in life is to serve and obey me."

As the song ended she sat down on the edge of the bar, "Approach
to accept you new role as my slave." She commanded. One by one the
bikers stepped up to take the nipple of one of her swollen breasts
in their mouths. A few times Hanna sent a slave to fetch her food;
producing milk was hungry work, but she nursed her new slaves
until the last one had drunk his fill.

By the time she had finished, Hanna was extremely horny from the
experience of enslaving all the men around her. Greg came over to
her at her silent command, and she mounted him on top of the bar.
Before long she was riding his desperately bucking form, his big
cock completely enveloped by her womanly folds. Hanna had not
consciously commanded it, but all of The Iron Horsemen had stripped
off their clothes and were kneeling towards her, desperately wanking
to the sight of her using up their new president.

Orgasm after orgasm rolled through Hanna. Her mind was still connected
to her new slaves, and the worshipful adoration she felt only drove
her pleasure to new heights. It was not long before her mind was splitting
over and over again. Every detail of the room entered her awareness.
She delved so deeply into the minds of each of her new slaves that
she gained a near perfect understanding of them. She took the opportunity
to burn her perfection deep into their souls.

Before she left, Hanna instructed The Iron Horsemen to worship her
every night. She told them that they were to obey Greg, and that
she would call on them one day.

================================================================================

"Well Hanna, you did very well on this mission. You took down Blake quickly,
and with no support." Said Frank Harris, the Nevada Operations Director for
Thule. Apparently that was who had taken Hanna. Thule. The name sounded like
some sort of death cult, which was a pretty apt description as far as Hanna
could tell. So far it seemed like they made super-slaves and rented them out
as hired killers.

"Thanks." Said Hanna. She could not help but notice that Frank kept flicking
glances at her chest. She could feel his mind faintly, even though she was
fully clothed, and had not done anything seductive. She was definitely getting
stronger. Almost lazily, she stoked his desire.

"And, errrmmm, how did you get the president alone?" Hector asked.

She fluttered her eyelashes at him, "I used my feminine charms."

Frank could see how that would have been very easy for the woman in front
of him. He was having more and more trouble concentrating. Every part of
her reminded him of sex, from her full lips to her chestnut hair tumbling
in big curls over her breasts. He cleared his throat, "Oh. I suppose that
works."

Hanna could feel her connection growing stronger. It would be useful to
control her direct supervisor. She would need to start working her
way up the chain of command. "Yeah. I was pretty annoyed at the way the
treatment made my breasts blow up, but I have to admit it has paid off."
She pressed her tits together, sliding her v-neck shirt down to expose
several inches of dark cleavage.

Frank gulped. Hanna smiled at him. She could feel her connection
growing stronger and stronger. She let her shirt slide back up a bit,
but he just continued to gape, and it was not long before Hanna
had sunk her hooks deep into his mind. She enthralled him as completely
as any of her other slaves by just sitting next to him, and allowing
him to gaze at her body.

