
The rear wheels of Ron's El Camino made a hellish screaming sound as
he whipped through a sharp turn onto Route 170. He had no idea how
Alejandro's men had found him so quickly, but he had to get out of
dodge, fast. He was just lucky that he had been out picking up some
groceries when the death squad showed up at his door. His foot
had not left the gas peddle since he saw the three cars parked
outside of the small Bunkerville cabin he had rented.

His racing pulse kicked up a notch when he saw two dark SUVs swing onto
the highway behind him. His fear spiked again when he realized that
despite his triple digit speed, the cars were gaining on him. By the time
he had gone five miles, the two vehicles were close enough that he could
make out the men inside. As one of the cars started pulling out
to pass, he began hyperventilating. "Oh god. Fuck fuck fuck!" He
slammed his hands against the wheel.

Ron was so focused on the SUVs full of cartel goons that he did not notice
the lone motorcycle speeding towards him from the front. It was only when
the figure crouched on top of the powerful bike sat up holding a gun in
each hand that he took notice. Before he could react the two hand cannon's
started blazing. A fraction of a second later the bike whipped past. Ron
was surprised to find himself alive. Glancing in his rear view mirror he saw
the two SUVs drifting towards the side of the road as if someone had cut
their strings. The both tumbled violently as soon as they hit the rough soil
on the side of the road.

Ron's breathing slowed down and he let his foot ease off the gas peddle.
Maybe the Thulean body guard he had hired had caught up with him after all.
He pulled over on the shoulder and waited for the motorcycle to swing back
around. The rider was wearing a smooth black helmet, but he could tell that
she was female immediately. Nothing could hide the shape of a body like that.

The rider pulled to a stop next to Ron. She was wearing some very tight
black garments which might have been leather or some sort of synthetic.
Up close her body was even more impressive. After her earlier display
of lightning violence Ron was none to eager to annoy her by staring, but it
still took an effort of will to drag his gaze away from her curves.
Fortunately, he got some help when she lifted her helmet off her head to
reveal a stunning visage framed by a mass of chestnut hair which tumbled
down around her shoulders. "I'm Hanna. Nice to meet you." She said, stowing
her helmet under one arm and swinging one of her shapely legs over the
front of her bike.

Ron gulped, "I-I'm, aaaahhhh, I'm Ron."

She smiled, "I know. It looks like I showed up a little late. Sorry about that."

He cleared his throat, "Yeah well, you showed up in the nick of time. I'm just
a little shaken up. But I'm not damaged!"

Hanna's hips swayed as she walked over to the car, thick boot heels clunking as
she walked. Her already wide hips were made to look even wider by the two heavy
guns strapped to the tops of her thighs. The geometry of her body made the
sway impossible to prevent, and the three inch blocky heels she was wearing
only made it more pronounced. Hanna had always considered what she called
"combat heels" worn by female action stars in Hollywood movies a little
ridiculous, but since the treatment her opinion had changed. She liked
the way that they made her more intimidating, and they did not get in
the way nearly as much as they should have due to her increased grace
and power. She could sprint in the footwear just as fast as in running shoes.

She could feel Ron's mind open up to her as he drank in the sight of her
approach. It was tempting to take advantage of the opportunity, but Hanna
thought it might not be a good idea to enslave her principle immediately.
That did not stop her nipples from growing hard at the idea of grabbing
his mind roughly in hers and bending him to her will. "Well, you're safe
now. We'll be in Reykjavik before you know it." Ron had never gone from
terrified to aroused this fast in his life, not that the terror had gone
away completely. This woman was damn scary.

They drove for four hours, Hanna leading the way on her bike, and Ron
following in his El Camino. Eventually Hanna waved for Ron to follow
her down an exit ramp, so he did. She pulled to a stop in front of
a run down motel. The guns at her sides went into the saddle bags of
her bike before she walked over to the little office serving the motel.
Ron just sat in his car and watched. How had he ended up being protected
by an amazon?

A few moments later Hanna walked out of the office, swinging keys around
her fingers. She took her saddle bags off the bike before leading Ron to
a room at the end of the sidewalk which ran along the front of the building.

"Are we just going to wait here?" Asked Ron. He would much rather be
putting more distance between himself and Alejandro.

Hanna dropped her bags at the foot of one of the two beds, "Yeah. If more
assholes show up, I'll just kill them."

Ron gulped, he believed that she would, "What if you don't notice them coming?"

Hanna had spun off a couple extra minds to keep watch as soon as she started
escorting Ron, so she doubted that anyone could get the drop on her. With her
heightened senses she was aware of everything that moved in the little
motel. "I wouldn't worry about that." She cocked her head, "What did you do
to get those guys so mad at you anyway?" She hardly noticed the way that
she *pushed* him to answer her truthfully.

Ron had not been meaning to tell his body guard about that, but something
about Hanna told him he could trust her. It would feel good to get it
off his chest, "I'm, or I was, the book keeper for Alejandro Santana. He
runs an import business, and I've been skimming money off the top for
years. I figured out he was on to me a week ago, so I took three quarters
of his assets and hired you guys to defend me. I was expecting more than
one of you considering the amount I paid."

Hanna looked at him, "So how much did you steal, exactly?"

Again Ron felt compelled to answer, even though a tiny part of him was
screaming that it was a bad idea, "About 500 million dollars." He said.

Hanna let out a low whistle, "Well, that's... a lot."

"Yeah." He said.

"Don't worry. I'll get you and your bags of money to Iceland, but first
I'm going to take a shower." Hanna said, walking into the little bathroom.

Ron turned on the TV and started aimlessly flicking through reality
shows about car restoration and snippets of the 24 hour outrage new
cycle. He decided that a redneck explaining how he tricked out
trucks for long hunting trips was more interesting than the latest
kerfuffle over safe spaces on college campuses. The bearded man was
in the middle of talking about extra gas tanks when the door to
the bathroom opened and Hanna stepped out.

She wore a towel wrapped around her hair, and another around her
torso. The motel towels were on the small side, so the top of the
towel only reached a few inches above her nipples, and the bottom
only barely kept her covered. Ron's eyes nearly fell out of his
head.

Hanna could feel Ron's lust spike noticeably as soon as she stepped
out of the tiny bathroom. As always, she found the sensation of being
desired very arousing, and she could already feel her nipples stiffening.
As she bent over to retrieve underwear from her saddlebags the pressure
of her breasts overwhelmed the small towel, and it slid off her body
onto the floor. Ron's eyes dilated and his breath started to come
in shallow gasps.

Hanna did not react immediately. Instead she savored the lust she felt
through her connection to Ron, taking her time in pulling a red thong out
of her saddle bags. She eased it on slowly, giving Ron a show. Next she
pulled one of her special sports bras on. It was made out of the same stretch
free fabric as her combat suit, so it would not have fit over her massive chest
if it were not for the zipper which ran down the front between her breasts.
After she secured the snug garment Hanna allowed her milk glands to weep just
enough so that the bra held her chest tightly in place. The garment turned
her assets from soft teardrops into iron bowling balls.

She glanced over at Ron. His eyes were completely glazed over. She smirked
and walked over towards him. "Hey Ron, you should take a shower. I'm done."

He looked at her, "I don't have a change of clothes, Mistress." He said.

Hanna was surprised to hear the honorific. She examined his mind and found
that she seemed to have accidentally enslaved him. *Oops* she thought.
"Well, you can wear those ones again after, I guess." She said.

Ron looked at his new queen, "Yes Mistress." He said.

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Hanna woke with a start. A fraction of a second later she realized that it
was because the mind she had set to keep track of her surroundings while
they slept had noticed three men approaching the door of the room. In
a flash she was out of bed. The men moved quietly, like the professional killers
they were, but to Hanna's heightened senses they were as obvious as a blind
city-slicker in leaf litter.

She was hoping they would try to gain entry through deception, but the first
assassin simply pointed a shotgun at the door and ripped the bolt out with
a silence-shattering blast. He burst into the room gun first, but Hanna
was already at the door, and before he realized that there was someone
there to greet him she was grabbing the shotgun out of this hands.
He had not had time to pump it, so the gun stayed silent as his finger
depressed the trigger. Hanna waited for a fraction of a second while
the point man stumbled into the room, then crushed his scull with
a precise elbow strike.

One of the other assassins kicked the door open, unsure of what had happened.
Hanna reacted instantly, knocking his gun out of his hands and jerking him
between herself and the third attacker. A gun went off behind him, and
the man in her arms stiffened. Hanna charged, holding her adversary before
her like a shield. The two assassins went down in a pile, with Hanna on
top. She ripped the handgun out of the third assassin's hands, and drew
her thighs together, sandwiching the two men with their backs towards
one another.

The man who had just taken a bullet in the back groaned, but the third
assassin hammered his fists into Hanna's thigh. She just ignored him.
To her hardened musculature, his blows felt like fish bumping up against
her legs in a slow current. They were still in the doorway, so Hanna reached
up and grabbed the door frame to pull herself back into the room. She lifted
herself and her two pinned opponents with ease.

The two assassins looked up at the woman who had foiled their attack so
explosively. Her breasts were so large that they could not see her face
from this angle. She completely dominated them with her powerful thighs.
The sight of her filled them with both lust and fear.

Beneath her, Hanna could feel the assassin's drink in her presence. Humming
to herself she reached up to unzip her sports bra. Her hand eased the zipper
down slowly, and she could feel the lust building beneath her. It spiked
dramatically when she shrugged out of the garment. She wrapped herself
firmly around their addled minds.

Both assassins were just staring up in awe now. As the breasts above them
started to swell, their eyes glazed over completely. When the now massive
breasts was lowered onto their faces, they did the only thing they could,
they drank. Hanna felt her pussy clench as the two men beneath her drank
steadily. It was the first time she had intentionally burnt a man out as
she enslaved him, and it felt wonderful. She gasped as orgasm swept over
her and she obliterated the minds beneath her.

When she stood up she noticed Ron standing in the corner. He had already
gotten dressed. "Get the car. We're leaving." She commanded. The two
assassins moved to collect her things at her silent command. It was like
moving her own limb. They were no different than an extra arm or leg as
far as she was concerned. All will had been stripped away from them.
Her two drones silently helped Hanna get dressed in her combat suit,
and then stayed behind, waiting to get arrested as she swung on to her
bike and sped off into the night.

After she had been on the road for a few minutes Hanna remembered that
she did not want to reveal her ability to enslave to her masters just yet.
Silently she reached out and two shots rang out almost simultaneously.
It seemed the two thugs had shot one another.

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Hanna lead Ron along the highway for another couple of hours, before pulling
onto a small airfield. The Thulean plane that was supposed to bring them to
Iceland would not arrive for another eight hours, but she did not know of
any better places to wait.

She turned her bike off and swung off it with easy grace. She turned around
and walked over to Ron's car. He was already waiting for her, almost standing
at attention. Hanna smirked at his stiff posture, "At ease soldier." She said.
"I want to talk to you about what you are going to be doing in Iceland.
Obviously you were planning on keeping a low profile, and I still want you
to do that, but you have a new job now. You are going to be my money man.
Right now most of my money is just what you stole, but there is also a biker
gang loyal to me that I want you to get in touch with. Their president is
named named Greg O'Conner. I will give you his number. He'll know you
speak for me. For now I just want you to keep the money safe. Make sure
you can move at least a couple million on short notice if a big need comes
up. You can spend some on yourself too, there is no need to live like
a pauper."

Ron nodded, "Thank you Mistress. You are very kind. Can I beg you to
reconsider your last point. I don't think someone as unworthy as me
should be allowed to spend any more of your money than is required."

Hanna smiled at him, "If spending on yourself makes you uncomfortable,
then don't do it. It will probably help you stay unnoticed. Please do
spend money on your safety. If something happens to you I loose an important
asset."

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Alejandro Santana woke slowly. It was unusual for a crime boss to be a deep
sleeper, but Alejandro had always slept like a log. Even when he was in the
army it had taken him a long time to swim back to consciousness. Most of his
violence was committed through a telephone these days, so whatever semblance
of rapid reflexes he had been able to develop as a soldier had log since
disappeared. Even so, the heavy weight on his chest was enough to bring
him to full wakefulness before too long. A voluptuous brunet sat on the
top of his chest, pining his left arm to his side with her powerful
right thigh. The cold barrel of a gun dug into the soft flesh under his chin.
Her huge naked breasts projected so far from her chest
that he could not see her face. He could only tell the color of her
hair because it was long enough that several chestnut curls
tumbled down around her chest. For some reason she had left his
right hand free, so he grabbed for the gun explosively while he bucked
up against her. She casually snatched his wrist from the air and held it
in a vice-like grip.

"That wasn't very smart Alejandro." She said in a rich alto. She shifted
her hips a little, and Alejandro felt the pressure of her thighs increase.
She was not squeezing so hard that it hurt, but he had no doubt that she
could is she wanted to. Alejandro was uncomfortably reminded of the assassin
from James Bond who would crush men to death with her powerful thighs. He
realized that he had a raging erection.

"Hey guys!" He meant for it to come out as a shout to his men, but instead
it just came out as a whisper.

"It's no use calling for help. You won't be able to speak above a whisper
without my permission, and no one out there would help you anyway." She
said. Alejandro could not help but believe her.

"Who are you? What do you want?" He asked, still at a whisper.

"I am your owner. It recently came to my attention that you've been trying
to kill one of my most important slaves. Obviously I can't have that,
so I came here to enslave you." She said matter-of-factly.

"I'm nobody's slave! Fuck you. You'll have to kill me!" He said in an angry
whisper.

She giggled. "We'll see about that. Even if you don't want to be my slave,
you can still make a deal with me right? You do make deals? If I were you
I would be thinking very hard about how to negotiate right now."

"Of course I can negotiate. What do you want? I'm sure we can work something
out." *Like a bullet in the back of your head* he thought.

"Let's start small. You give me something, and I give you something in
return. You promise to stop sending men after Ron, and I'll let you
lick my pussy. I know you desperately want to eat me out, so this is
honestly a pretty good deal for you." As she spoke her hips ground
down against him, and Alejandro was overcome with the scent of her.

His first instinct was to tell her to fuck off, but something stopped
him. He found that she was right. He did desperately want to taste
her sex. Without even realizing it he started straining up, trying
to reach the slick flesh inches away from his face. Try as he
might he could not make it. After a few seconds of his struggles the
woman on top of him said, "Come now Alejandro. You can't get something
for nothing. Promise me you won't send anyone else after Ron."

Alejandro strained for a few more seconds before giving up, "Okay okay.
I won't send anyone after Ron." He said, feeling a wave of humiliation
wash over him. The woman on top of him shifted her legs, and pressed
her wet sex hard against his face. Alejandro was overcome with the
taste and scent of her, and soon he was thinking of nothing but licking
and sucking.

Hanna shuddered in pleasure as the crime boss beneath her enthusiastically
stimulated her clit. She could have easily enslaved him, but she wanted
to play with her food a little, so while she held his mind firmly in the
grip of her own all she was doing was preventing him from orgasming. His
eager tongue strengthened her pleasure trance, and before long she was
awash in wave after wave of orgasm. She had gotten used to her intense
new orgasms, so it no longer felt like her mind was being shattered and
reassembled. The orgasms still elevated her pleasure trance to great
levels, and without the distraction of a mind shattering from pleasure
it made her extremely aware of her own body. She noticed several imperfections
in the way her muscles and bones were formed, and without really knowing
how, directed her body to fix itself. The changes she made were minor,
but she could feel herself getting stronger.

Eventually she had had enough so she eased herself off of him, and looked
down. When she leaned over, Alejandro was able to see past the shelf of her
breasts for the first time. It just happened that Hanna released her grip
on his mind as her face came into view, and without her will to bolster his
own Alejandro thrashed in orgasm. By the time the flow of cum from his engorged
penis had stopped Hanna had completely remade him into her slave.

Hanna stepped off the bed and walked out of the room on the balls of her
feat. Her newest slave had another orgasm at the sight of her perfect
ass swaying with the unconscious grace of her stride. She walked through
each room of the house in all her naked glory, grabbing the minds of each
of the heavily armed men scattered around the house as soon as they laid
eyes on her perfect breasts. She had only enslaved a few of Alejandro's
men on the way in, finding the idea of dominating him while he was still
surrounded by his strength arousing.

"Whoa. Stop. We haven't been introduced." A compact blond woman stood
in the door to the kitchen. Her hand was resting on the handle of a
heavy pistol like she had forgotten it was there.

"Alejandro invited me here." Hanna said with her hands half raised.
She was not worried. She was a naked woman walking away from the
boss's bedroom. The first thing that brought to mind was not mind
controlling super-mercenary.

The woman seemed to relax, "Shiiit. You just fucked with the wrong bitch
lady. Mrs. Santana is going to kill you."

Hanna arched one elegant eyebrow, "Oh, I don't know. I was thinking I would
fuck her next." She could feel the guard's mind more and more strongly. The
idea of breaking through a strait woman's defenses pumped more blood into
her already engorged nipples.

The guard swallowed, "I don't think Mrs. Santana is into..." she said.

Hanna stretched her hands over her head and took another fluid step
towards the woman. Somehow they had ended up very close without the
guard really noticing, and now Hanna's huge firm breasts pressed
against the guard's face, cutting her off in mid sentence. "I can
be pretty persuasive." Hanna purred. A moment later the guard was
suckling at her breast, desperate for more than the tiny trickle
that Hanna allowed her.

"Please Mistress." The guard whined forlornly when Hanna pulled back
without ever really giving enough to satisfy. Hanna just snapped
her fingers and pointed to her feet, which the guard immediately started
licking. After a moment Hanna left her with her fingers down her panties,
desperately masturbating to the sight of her Mistress's nude body.

Mrs. Santana turned out to be a surprisingly good pussy eater, so Hanna
allowed her to kneel between her powerful thighs while she explained the
new reality of their servitude to Alejandro's inner circle. Once they
understood their new place in the world, she allowed each of them to
drink deeply from her ever-full bosom.

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