
Hanna grunted as she thrust down on Kua's dick with enough force
that she would have broken a bed, had they been on one. Kua thrust
back up into her, his body straining to give her as much pleasure
as possible. She could tell from their mental connection that Kua
would have trouble walking for a day or so after she dismounted,
but for now he was entirely lost in the ecstasy of being fucked
by his Goddess. Another orgasm thrummed through Hanna's nervous
system, and her awareness refocused. She held every detail of
the small room in her mind at once. She noticed a few imperfections
within herself, and willed them away. She was able to feel each
muscle fiber of each of the slaves who were watching her take their
comrade and helplessly masturbating at her majesty. If she had wanted
to she could have stopped their hearts with a thought.

When Kua began to gasp for breath, Hanna stopped her pounding and
sat atop him. She released her grip on his mind and said, "I'm
going to count-", but she never got to finish explaining that she
would fuck him again for each second he managed to last within
her. Her pussy gripped his dick, milking it in powerful muscular ripples.

When she rose Colonel Sax and Brad Tannings were immediately ready with
a green silk kimono for her. She pulled the thin garment around her nude
form and walked to the bathroom, glad of the privacy that Kua Lan had
recently provided for her. The sex had been a reward for the way he
subverted the surveillance systems in their wing of the barracks, providing
Hanna with more freedom. Kua had only looped the security cameras for a
few rooms which could be entered from blind spots. It would be too suspicious
if all activity in their wing disappeared. Hanna turned on the water in the
shower and stepped under the scalding stream. There was a huge difference,
she reflected, between being watched and recorded all the time, and being
watched and recorded 90 percent of the time. Her favorite thing about
going out on missions was the freedom it afforded her, so having this
tiny scrap of privacy in her new home allowed her to relax in a way that
she had not been able to since she was taken.

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Hanna Price looked more like a dominatrix than a tightly focused super slave
preparing for a mission, Hector Kokinos reflected. She had set her
combat suit to a dark gray color, verging on black, rather than leaving it
with the default silvery sheen. Her long shapely legs were crossed and
thrown casually up on the conference room table like she owned the place,
and Hector's gaze kept getting stuck on the big blocky heels of her boots.
He knew from her file that her platforms and heels contained a tungsten
core under a thin layer of hard rubber. When you factored in the extra
tungsten reinforcing the tops of the boots, each one weighed over 40 pounds.
It would have been impossible for a normal human to walk in them, but
Hanna had sauntered into the conference room with the grace of a world
class dancer. If he had not known she was wearing sledge hammers on her
feet, he would have been none the wiser.

Hanna smirked to herself. Hector Kokinos, the regional director for Nevada,
had gotten distracted by her boots again. "What abilities does this Blonc
guy have? You were saying he is enhanced."

Hector felt himself flush a bit at Hanna's gentle reminder. His gaze flickered
up to her face for long enough to register her amused expression, before
the gravitational pull of her cleavage dragged his eyes back down. His mind
drifted back to the equipment section of her personnel file and he remembered
that her bust was quadruple-reinforced to reduce jiggling in combat. Despite
all it's mechanical help, he was still worried that her combat suit might
loose it's battle with her massive breasts. They dominated the gray
garment in much the same way she seemed to dominate every scrap of space
around her. "M-Mike Blonc has been observed teleporting short distances.
More importantly, we have solid intelligence saying that he can teleport
to locations that he cannot see. Given his reaction time in an ambush
that happened in Laos last year, we believe that he has some enhanced
senses which enable him to map physical space around him. In combat,
he tends to pop up behind people and shoot them point blank in the back
of the head. Avoiding him, or killing him before the shit hits the fan,
will be your most difficult task on this mission."

As Hector briefed Hanna's breasts, she pruned and cultivated his mind
to her liking. She could have just taken him then and there, but
she got more enjoyment out of a slow and subtle enslaving of the
regional director. Already she was the perfect woman in his mind.
Of course she had been pretty near that when she walked in the room,
having benefited from a number of subtle improvements made at the
height of ecstasy. Individually, none of the improvements in her
figure or visage would have amounted to much, but taken together
they had increased her already formidable feminine charms by
an order of magnitude. It only made it easier for her to enslave
men, and now increasingly women, who looked upon her generous curves.

Hector fell further and into the dark crevasse between Hanna's breasts
as the briefing wore on. His whole existence was framed by her open
zipper and the slave collar around her elegant neck. As his mind
was swallowed by her breasts, his mouth continued to move, explaining
more and more about Jeremy Cox, the meta-human arms dealer that
Hanna had been hired to assassinate. Hanna took it all in, all the while
layering change over change in Hector's mind. When she stood at the
end of the meeting, Hector sank to his knees to lay a loving kiss
on each of Hanna's boots without really thinking about what he was
doing or why. It was simply the right thing to do. His Mistress had
stood to leave, and he had to pay his respects.

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"Sir, they're here." The intercom next to Jeremy Cox's workstation squawked.

"Excellent Mr. Blonc. Would you mind showing them to the sitting room? I
have a few things I want to finish up." Jeremy Cox said as he typed a few
analysis commands into the software he was using to reverse-engineer the
tiny alien drone which sat on his desk under heavy glass.

"Yes, Sir." Mike Blonc said, releasing the intercom button.
"This way ladies," He said to the three prostitutes who stood outside the
doorway.  As Mr. Cox's bodyguard, ought to keep his interactions with the women
as minimal as possible, but it was going to be harder than usual tonight.
The escorts that the agency sent them were always beautiful, but tonight
they had sent a leggy brunette with the largest most perfect breasts that
Mike had ever seen. In her six inch spike heels she towered over him, which
wasn't something that Mike usually enjoyed, but it really *really* worked for
this goddess. The two blonds who stood behind her looked like tawdry plastic
dolls compared with her regal beauty.

"Well, lead on, McDuff." She said in sultry alto.

Mike cleared his throat, realizing that he had been staring. He turned and led
them deeper into the mansion.

As she followed the teleporter deeper into the mansion, Hanna could not help
but admire the decor. The house sat at the top of a squat hill overlooking
the sea, and from the outside its weatherbeaten timbers had given her the
impression that it was looking outward towards the place where the sea
and sky met. The aura of old money oozed out of the walls of the place now
that she was inside. It was all wood panels and leather upholstery, with
an eclectic mix of artwork, hunting trophies, and items she could not place
covering the walls. Being a black market super-weapon designer apparently
paid the bills. Either that or Jeremy Cox had been a rich boy even before
he started selling pirated alien technology to rouge meta-humans and two
bit governments with delusions of relevance.

Mike lead the women to a large room filled with upholstered furniture and
a scattering of wooden tables, "Tonight is a private party for just Mr.
Cox, girls. Tomorrow, he'll be hosting a number of his business associates,
and you'll serve as hostesses, making sure that they have anything that
they need." he said, "He's still working at the moment, so you can make
yourselfs comfortable until he comes down. There's booze at the bar if
you want to help yourself to a glass."
