The Predator 4: The Hacker
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com, from an idea by Greatguy87
She has a new way to get what she wants


Miles Kimball had just moved into the Little Bohemia neighborhood, and he
decided to enjoy the spring weather and explore a bit by walking to a nearby
pub that had looked promising when he drove by with the moving truck the day
before. He loved the Victorian-era houses and shady tree-lined sheets of the
newly revitalized area close to downtown. Miles was also aware, however, that
the shady avenues might make it easy for one to fall prey to denizens of the
dark who skulked in from other, less civilized areas of the city. He made his
way carefully, keeping his wits about him, but when he reached the door of the
Boar's Snout Pub, it looked so warm and inviting that he felt he could relax
and let his guard down. He noted three or four nice cars parked outside on the
curb, especially a sleek and elegant BMW Z4 that outclassed the others despite
being a few years old.

Upon entering the bar, Miles reveled in the smell of old wood and leather, the
subdued but not dim lighting, and the muted sound of light jazz music
emanating from the sound system, mixed with the conversations of people
relaxing and quietly enjoying themselves. He took a seat at the bar where
there were several attractive and prosperous-looking single men and women
joking with the bartender. His gaze, however, was almost immediately drawn to
a woman at a small table off in a back corner away from everyone else.

She was notable to Miles not just because she was extremely beautiful, in a
severe, regal sort of way, but also because she had on a set of headphones
connected to a laptop, and not just any laptop. It was an Alienware 18, the
Chevy Corvette of laptops for gamers: fast and powerful, with killer sound and
graphics. She appeared to be engaged in some sort of game at that very moment,
her eyes quickly scanning the screen while her hands moved across the keyboard
gracefully but with blinding speed. Every so often she would break out in a
grim but satisfied smile as she reached another level, perhaps, or vanquished
another foe. Every now and again her breasts would heave up and down as she
breathed excitedly. He could not help but stare at her, and he did not worry
about being embarrassed, as she seemed to be oblivious to everything but that
laptop. She had dark brown hair which fell just below her shoulders and framed
her aquiline nose and high cheekbones. Her tanned skin was nicely contrasted
by her yellow tank top and white short shorts, which revealed a curvy figure
that was muscular but not minutely well-defined like a body builder's, more
like a power lifter, or maybe a body builder in the off-season. Her body
reminded him of the photos he'd seen of the famous Collette Nelson when she
first graduated from college: a bombshell to be sure, but one who could break
bricks with her hands if need be. Miles' initial impression of her was
confirmed when he saw her pick up a full 32 ounce mug of beer and drain it in
a few long gulps: her bicep expanded exponentially with the effort, causing
his mind to wander into fantasy as he imagined having those amazing arms
wrapped tightly around him.

Miles was not much into online gaming, having never found a game he really
liked or was good at, but he could respect those people who were successful
gamers. He, too, had a talent and interest in computers, but his realm in the
cyber world was a different sort of game. Miles was a hacker, a so-called
cyber punk: he lived on the fringe of Internet society, and lived off its more
respectable and successful citizens. Miles was currently skimming off
miniscule portions of the profits of several large corporations, such small
amounts that his victims did not seem to notice, and yet he had netted quite a
bit of money for an ordinary individual, enough to live comfortably if not
extravagantly. His technique was nothing short of masterful; he left an
electronic trail that was almost invisible and was so convoluted that by the
time his activities were detected, he was long gone before they could track
him down.

Miles was captivated by the woman's intensity as well as her powerful beauty.
He continued to stare, mesmerized by watching her play: Icy fire flashed in
her bright blue eyes as she focused on the game, lost in her own world.
Suddenly she exclaimed "YES!" under her breath, and held up both arms in a
victory pose. It was then that he again noticed how developed her biceps and
forearms were, although her ample heaving breasts soon distracted him and drew
his full attention. She celebrated by taking a drink: the beer mug now sat
empty, but from beside it she picked up a small ornate glass filled with green
liquid and downed it, smiling with satisfaction at her handiwork on the
screen.

The bartender, a tall, rather powerful-looking man in his fifties in age,
approached Miles and said "Would you like something to drink, Bud?" He had the
look of a former athlete whose physique had partially gone to seed, but he was
still handsome in a distinguished sort of way, with a rugged face and light
brown hair graying at the temples. Noting that he was not wearing a wedding
ring, Miles figured the guy still probably attracted his share of women, and
men, if he so desired.

"Can you tell me what the woman over there is drinking?" said Miles, curious.

"Absinthe" said the barman, whose name was Sam, "and not the watered down
variety they sell here locally. It is powerful stuff, imported directly from
the Czech Republic, and is very expensive. I'd stay away from it ... and her,
if I were you."

Miles, however, sensed an opportunity and decided to seize it. "I'd like to
buy her one. What the heck, I'll take one, too." Sam's face fell, and he
sullenly walked over to a strange looking bottle that seemed to be hidden
behind several other, larger ones. He poured what looked like about four
ounces each of green liquid into two of the same kind of ornate little
glasses, and brought them over to Miles.

"It's your funeral" he said glumly, "twenty dollars." Miles laid a twenty and
a five on the bar, hoping to ingratiate himself with the grim proprietor.

"Would you mind delivering it to her for me? I don't want her to think I
roofied it."

"Sure" said Sam with utter lack of enthusiasm, and walked one of the glasses
over to the Amazon beauty. He said something to her and nodded toward Miles.
She looked over and smiled brightly at him, lighting him up inside. She raised
her glass in the form of a toast, and in response he did the same. Again she
knocked back the glass and drained it in one gulp, then again smiled at Miles.

"When in Rome ... " he thought, and did the same. The bittersweet licorice
aroma and taste of the absinthe flooded his sinuses, and the liquid burned his
throat as it went down. He tried to smile but immediately went into a coughing
fit, choking on the powerful vapors. He continued coughing for some time,
until the offensive cloud was absorbed into his system. He looked up and
blushed as he saw her laughing at his discomfort. She shook her head, smiling,
and with a look of pity motioned for him to come over. Miles couldn't believe
it. She had just made the previous seconds of pain and embarrassment
completely worthwhile. He laughed, too, as he walked toward her: they were
already sharing a joke together.

"You'd better be careful there, Rookie" she laughed. "You can't knock back
absinthe like that the first time. It'll knock you on your ass, if you're not
careful."

"I believe it!" he croaked. His eyes were still watering, but the shot was
already going to his head, and it was so far quite pleasant. Absinthe
produces, as one writer put it, "a dreamy sort of wakefulness." His senses did
not feel dulled in the slightest, and yet he seemed to be floating, somehow.
He was impressed at how easily she'd downed her drink and yet showed no
effects from it. "I take it it's not your first time drinking that stuff?"

"Nope" she said with a wry smile. "It wouldn't be my first time for much of
anything" she winked, and bit her lower lip while she looked him hotly in the
eyes. He chuckled embarrassedly as he became more and more aware of the
monster growing in his pants. He quickly asked if she would mind if he sat
down, hoping to conceal his body's sudden arousal, which his alarmed conscious
mind considered to be premature. His inhibitions seemed to be instantly
melting away. What was in that damn stuff, anyway? "Suit yourself," she said,
still holding his gaze. "Make yourself comfortable. You might need your energy
for other things, later ... ." She gave him a sly smile.

He couldn't believe he'd heard her correctly: her words were igniting a fire
inside him, and her smile was fanning the flames white hot. He suddenly
realized that he was seriously tenting his slacks, and he quickly crossed his
legs, or tried to. Time seemed to be slowing down, making it hard to do
anything very quickly. He felt as if she had been staring at him for some time
without saying anything. He felt the need to break the silence. "That's a
bitchin' laptop you have there!" he said a little too enthusiastically.

"'Bitchin'', really?" she said, amused. "Do people still say that?" Flustered,
he realized he didn't know. Geez, what was happening to him? He felt fully
awake and yet his brain seemed to be floating about like a helium balloon, and
oddly enough it felt really good, even though it made it hard to speak
coherently.

"I'm glad you like it" she said. "Some people are put off that I carry it with
me everywhere, and I know I'm on it much more than I should be."

"Not at all" he said dreamily. "I love being a part of the cyber world."

"Are you?" she said, surprised. "What kind of laptop do you have?"

"Just a cheap tablet for carrying around" he said, slightly embarrassed. "I
have a big-assed desktop, though. Built it myself."

"Well well!" she said in mock surprise. "I'm impressed! I'd like to see that."

"Sure!" he breathed, "Anytime you want." He was falling into her eyes, which
aroused him even more than her bodacious body. He felt like he would do almost
anything for them. "How about right now?" he blurted. Ouch! Did he really just
say that?

"That would be great!" she beamed. "But I need to finish this round of the
game I'm playing." She nodded at the screen, where the game was paused. His
gaze was drawn to it: A large troll lay dead at the feet of her avatar, a
large sword having been thrust into its groin. The avatar seemed to be
admiring her handiwork. She looked just like her owner: muscular legs and
thighs, round glutes, a small waist that tapered outward into a broad back and
shoulders, partially obscured by tangles of auburn hair. Her breasts were
similarly bodacious, riding high upon her muscular chest. She carried a small
round shield but did not wear a helmet or any armor. A very short tunic
exposed her gorgeous legs and barely covered her ass. The top part of the back
of it was open, exposing her massive back muscles in all their glory. "It
won't take long" she said, startling him out of his reverie. "You can have
another drink and watch while I play." Without waiting for an answer from
Miles she called out to the barman, "Sam, another round here, please."

Sam dropped whatever he was doing and replied "Yes, Mis ... er, ma'am." He
wiped his hands on the white apron he had tied around his waist and poured two
more small glasses of green elixir and brought them to the table. He set them
down and stood, waiting. She looked up at him and smiled.

"Thank you for serving me, Sam." He seemed to melt under her gaze.

"It is my pleasure to serve you, Mistress" he said quietly, smiling, "even
though I have no choice in the matter."

She chuckled. "Come here." Sam walked closer to her chair, just two feet or so
from where Miles sat beside her. The Woman leaned forward slightly and reached
up under his apron. Sam gasped, a sudden massive intake of air, and he
trembled. Miles could see that her hand was moving under the apron but could
not tell exactly what it was doing. Sam's eyes closed and he moaned softly.
"None of that! Be quiet" she hissed, then said quietly "Look at me." He did
so, but with a kind of fear in his eyes. "That's better, Sam ... isn't it?"

"Y-yes, Mistress" he stammered, his gaze held by hers like a mouse hypnotized
by a cobra. Her movement suddenly accelerated, eliciting a low growling
"uhhhhh!" from him, although his eyes never left hers. He was trying very hard
not to make noise, and the difficulty of his struggle was contorting his face
in ecstatic agony. She laughed quietly, enjoying his torture.

"That feels good, doesn't it Sam?" He nodded furiously, even though he knew
that she was mocking him. "You want to come now, don't you Sam?" Again he
nodded furiously, but her movements stopped entirely. "Say it, Sam. Beg me to
make you come." Sam was quaking with sexual tension that urgently needed
release.

"Please make me come, Mistress!" he pleaded softly. "Pleeeeeeeease!" She
smiled that sly smile again. She did not resume her movements, but did
something suddenly which was barely visible to Miles under Sam's apron. It was
a touch, a squeeze, or maybe a pinch. Whatever it was, she seemed to know just
what to do to send Sam over the edge. "GNNNNGH!" he exclaimed, his body
convulsing in such a way that he had to grab the edge of the table to keep
from going to his knees. Sam's body twitched violently two more times; he must
have been pumping out quite a load, Miles thought, all with his eyes still
locked on The Woman's eyes as she looked up into his with a satisfied smile.
In his dreamy state, Miles' only thought was that Sam was amazingly virile for
an older guy. Somewhere in a small part of Miles' suppressed conscious mind he
was appalled that she had done this to another man right in front of him, but
the now uninhibited major part of him felt that what he had just seen was hot
as Hell, and that part was causing his cock to swell to record proportions. He
himself had come close to exploding when Sam convulsed with his orgasm. Miles
had managed to control himself only with the greatest of difficulty. He looked
down and saw a small spot on his pants where pre-cum had soaked through. When
Sam had quieted himself, the woman looked over at Miles and took in the sight
of his slightly spotted, severely tented trousers and his face contorted in
exquisite agony much as Sam's had been. She winked and smiled at him then
patted his humongous bulge and said "All in good time, baby!"

Several bar patrons had heard Sam's initial outcry and looked up from their
drinks. Almost fully recovered, Sam whispered "Forgive me Mistress, but I need
to save face here." She nodded her assent. "DAMMIT!" he loudly exclaimed. "I'm
SO sorry about spilling your drinks, folks! Here, let me clean that up and
bring you two more ... ." He lifted his apron and wiped its underside along
the table as if cleaning up the nonexistent spill. When he finished, however,
there was a milky white smear where before the table had been dry. She saw it
and smiled, knowing that Sam's mighty load had soaked through his pants and
into his apron, where it was now being spread across the table. She wiped
through the smear with her pinky finger, which she then placed in her mouth,
sucking it clean, then smiled wickedly at Sam. He watched intently as she did
so, trembling slightly: he was already becoming aroused again.

"Oh thanks, Sam, but that's not necessary," she cooed. "You didn't spill that
much, and I'm not sure my friend here could survive another round of
absinthe."

"As you wish," he said politely, "but whenever you want it, the next round is
on me."

"Next time, then" she winked and bit her lower lip, which made Sam shudder. He
nodded, trembled slightly again, then turned and walked slowly to the
restroom.

She turned to look at Miles, who was still in a state of horny disarray. She
very pointedly stared at the throbbing bulge in his pants, bit her lower lip
in anticipation, and then said "Drink up, Junior."

"Now? I thought you had to finish your game on the computer ... ."

"I changed my mind: I want to play a different game now ... and you're just
the toy I need to play with! Let's go check out that killer desktop of yours."
Miles looked at the little glass of devilish green liquid with trepidation,
which much amused her. "It isn't the proper way to drink absinthe, but if you
hold your breath while downing it, the vapors won't get to you as much." He
did as she suggested, and it indeed helped. The intense licorice flavor was
actually very pleasant this time, although the liquid made his lips numb for
some moments. It seemed to almost immediately go to his head, though, making
him feel as if he was floating as he walked. She held on to his elbow and
guided him out the door to the sleek little Z4 he had seen earlier. He paused
and turned to look at her.

"Wait" he said with confused concern on his face. "I don't want to come
between you and the barkeep. Either one of you could kick my ass, from the
looks of you."

She laughed out loud ... "Who, Sam? He's nothing to worry about. We no longer
have any sort of emotional relationship, although I do still own him. I just
like to reward him every now and then when his service has been good."

"You couldn't just leave a tip like most people?" asked Miles. He knew he
sounded goofy, but the absinthe had taken hold of him completely and he didn't
care. She laughed again.

"I don't leave a tip because I don't pay. When you own the owner, it would be
like paying yourself, now, wouldn't it? My reward is much more personal, don't
you agree?" She winked. "If your service to me is good, I may reward you,
too!" She gave him a peck on the cheek as she reached down and patted the
straining bulge in his trousers. "Now let's see if we can't take care of that
swelling." She opened the passenger door and guided him into the seat.

Miles gave her his address and they drove the two blocks to his house, a small
craftsman bungalow that was very at home in this gentrified neighborhood. She
steadied Miles as they climbed up the steps to the porch. He let them in with
his key and switched on the light in the foyer; they entered together and then
she shut the door, took him by the shoulders and pushed him back against the
door, pressed her body against his and planted her lips over his mouth. She
kissed him deeply, forcibly raping his tongue with hers. He couldn't have
resisted if he wanted to, but at this moment he wanted nothing more than to
let himself be taken by her. She overwhelmed him for some moments, until he
was on fire and felt he couldn't get more aroused. He eagerly submitted to her
attack on his body and his senses. "Mmmmmmm!" he moaned into her mouth.

She suddenly stopped, pulling away to look hotly into his eyes. "Come for me"
she commanded.

"What?" he said, not sure exactly what she wanted.

"I want to see what I'm getting. Bring it out and make yourself come for me
while I watch. If your equipment and performance are satisfactory, I'll reward
you." Without waiting for a response she unbuckled his pants, let them drop
around his ankles, then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his boxer briefs
and slid them down, also. She stepped back and appraised his exposed
equipment, which stood at rigid attention, ready for action. "Mmm, more than
adequate!" she grinned hungrily. "Work it for me." He started to do as he was
told, but his initial movements were awkward because he was so profoundly
embarrassed, having never masturbated in front of a woman before. She smiled
and said softly "Relax, honey! Just do what you normally do""you know you want
to." He began stroking his manhood's considerable length (the few women he'd
been with were always surprised that such a small, skinny guy could be so well
endowed. He had yet to figure out a way to sell that to a woman upon first
meeting one, until now.) His movements continued to be clumsy as his
embarrassment remained obvious. She smiled again, amusedly.

"Maybe I can take your mind off the situation ... . Watch closely." Slowly and
seductively she crossed her wrists and grasped the bottom of her tank top and
brought it upward over her head. As her arms flexed with the effort her
muscles seemed to expand exponentially. Miles' eyes widened as she let the top
fall to the floor behind her and then unbuttoned her shorts, letting them fall
around her feet. He was now absent mindedly pumping his hydraulic ram of love
in a regular rhythm without realizing it.

"You like my muscles, don't you, Miles?" she said coyly. He nodded, his
unconscious rapid stroking not missing a beat. She went into a double bicep
pose, and he gasped. She then went through a rapid set of other poses that
highlighted her shoulders, the two steel columns of her back, her wall of abs,
her hard, round, pile driving glutes, massive thighs, and finally, her diamond
shaped calves. By the time she finished he was moaning as he pumped himself
furiously. When she picked up each of her breasts one after the other and
sucked on her own nipples, Miles gasped "OOooh!" and was about to go over the
edge.

"WAIT!" she bellowed, shocking him out of his zone. He froze, trembling as his
member quivered in his hand. "On second thought, let's not let that precious
nectar go to waste." She slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of him,
her mighty legs giving him another show as they powerfully controlled her
descent. She took the head of his footlong into her mouth and slowly, ever so
slowly swirled it with her tongue as she maintained strong suction on it. The
pause took him down far enough that he would need to build up steam again
before his whistle could blow. She wrapped her right hand around the base of
his flesh tower and began slowly stroking it while simultaneously sliding her
left hand down her rock hard belly past her lower abdomen, where she inserted
two left fingers between her steamy, slippery cunt lips and placed them on
either side of her swollen clit.

In unison she stroked his huge cock and her little one, sending both of them
into rhythmic moans as electric pleasure shot through their bodies. She
increased the speed of her strokes until both of them were ready to explode.
Suddenly she came, hard, causing her entire muscular body to twitch. She
involuntarily bit down slightly on his member while her right hand clenched in
sync with her own massive pelvic contraction.

"Oh! OH! OH! OOOOOH!" he cried, as the shock of simultaneous pain and pleasure
overcame him with a sudden orgasm more intense than any he'd ever had before.
Miles' hot, goopy lava erupted into her throat, startling her from her
reverie. She swallowed mightily with every spurt, consuming every bit of each
as soon as it issued forth. As she sensed his last shot was about to be fired,
she kneaded his balls with her left hand while milking the giant male teat
with her right. At the same time she sucked so hard with her mouth that her
cheeks were drawn inward, using his cock like a straw to vacuum out the last
of his milky essence. When it was ready to be launched, his last spurt
rocketed out through his member with such incredible velocity that the shock
waves left in its wake reverberated through his body. "AGHHHHHH!" he cried
again, quaking so hard with this last incredible contraction that his knees
buckled. He had to grab her shoulders to keep from falling down.

She released his equipment, threw her right arm around his legs under his butt
and stood up, putting him over her shoulder. She took off each of his shoes,
then looked around for the bedroom and carried him naked into it. She gently
put him on the bed on his back and crawled up beside him on his left side,
kissing him deeply, the last of his cum swirling around their tongues. It was
delicious to Miles ... it was like their mouths were fucking, exchanging love
juices between them. He melded into her as they continued their passionate
kissing: when finally she slowly slid her left hand down his belly and wrapped
it around his shaft, he was already almost completely hard again. "Well!" she
said quietly with satisfaction. "Aren't YOU the stud?" She slow-stroked his
monster to full attention, making him moan uncontrollably. "This big sausage
is ready to cook!" she chuckled. "Time to pop it in the oven ... ."

She rose up to her knees and then grabbed the headboard, pulling up enough to
straddle his hips and lower herself onto him, enveloping his flesh tower with
a grip that was both tight and slippery. She rode him hard, violently slamming
her hips forward and back. This in turn slammed his member forward and back
inside her so hard he felt as if it might come off. It thrilled him but did
not provide much in the way of friction, thus she kept him hard without making
him come, and maximized her own pleasure by bumping her clit with his shaft
and her G-spot with the head. She was soon thrusting at light speed, driving
herself over the edge. She threw back her head and let out an animal-like roar
when she came, shuddering violently, drenching his shaft with her juices as
her pussy clenched with rhythmic contractions, milking him to orgasm.
"UUUUUUUUGH!" he half moaned, half roared with his own release. His cum seemed
to fill her completely and then overflow out onto him, mixing their essences
on his body.

She fell forward on top of him, her bodacious breasts on either side of his
face. He kissed at them as best he could in admiration, but found he could
barely turn his head. She gently brought his wrists up over his head and
crossed them, holding them in place with just her left hand, which seemed to
be made of iron. She whispered "That was GREAT, Miles! ... But now it's time
for you to sleep." She grabbed the back of his head with her right hand and
pulled his face deep into her cleavage, enveloping his nose and mouth and
leaving only his eyes exposed, which now went wide with fear as he found he
was unable to breathe!

Miles struggled valiantly, but the absinthe's hold on his brain sapped what
little strength he had left after being twice fucked into oblivion. His
still-hard cock remained embedded inside her, her legs trapped his hips, and
her body held him down while her one hand firmly grasped both of his and kept
his arms extended above his head and the other kept his head clamped into her
cleavage. He twisted and bucked as hard as he could beneath her, but her
strength was so overpowering that his movements did little more than thrash
his cock around inside her. Being unable to breathe had panicked him so much
that he was unable to stop struggling like a fly caught in a spider web, even
though he knew he was using up precious oxygen. Her pussy pulsed around his
love wand, which seemed to remain hard against his will. "Ooh, that's it, baby
... " she cooed, "Mama likes it when they struggle! Don't stop!" She wriggled
sexily even while pinning him down and immobilizing him. Long seconds later,
as he continued to struggle even though his consciousness began to fade, he
dimly heard her animalistic roar and felt her juices soaking him once again.

When Miles came to, he was a little disoriented but realized fairly quickly
that he was still on his bed, lying on his back. He tried to get up but
discovered he could not: each of his limbs had been secured to one of the
bedposts with one of his own neckties. He was naked and helpless, held in a
spread eagled position by his restraints. He looked over to see HER, still
naked, seated in HIS computer chair looking at HIS killer desktop. She had a
rather wicked looking flash drive in her hand: It had an evil Death's Head
casing which glowed menacingly when she inserted it into one of the USB ports
on the giant tower CPU unit beneath his desk. The center of Miles' three
monitors immediately began flickering, and the password login dialog box came
up and itself began flickering as numerous characters were appearing on the
password line and then disappearing. Miles knew what was happening, since he
had used such programs himself: It had somehow remoted in as an administrator
and was now trying myriad password combinations, thousands every minute, until
it hit on the right one. He thought about confronting her, but he was a bit
tied up at the moment, and in light of the fact that she had just smothered
him unconscious a few minutes earlier, he decided to just watch and learn what
was happening. Whatever damage she was going to do, perhaps he could undo
later, maybe ... ?

In a surprisingly short time she was in, and immediately brought up a list of
files and programs. After perusing them for a while, she selected the one
Miles dreaded the most: Leech, his biggest source of income, the revenue
skimmer that was slowly bleeding small amounts from several large
corporations. She made several quick changes, then brought up the flash
drive's list of applications, selected one and installed it on Miles' system.
When it was done, she sighed contentedly and said "There!" with satisfaction.
She sat back in Miles' chair, put her hands behind her head and stretched, her
bodacious breasts heaving upward with the effort. Despite his horror, he
couldn't help but admire her gorgeous, powerful, terrible beauty ... . She was
so lithe and graceful as she stood up from the chair and bent over to do
several toe touches to stretch out her body. He couldn't help marveling at how
gorgeous her ass was.

She straightened up and looked over toward the bed, where she caught Miles
wide-eyed, taking in the sight of her even though he was afraid of what she
might be about to do. "Oh! Hello, there. Sorry to put you to sleep, but I had
things to do, as you can see." She walked over to the bed and stood looking
down at his prostrate form.

"W-w-what did you do?" said Miles hesitantly. He was afraid of what he was
about to hear.

"Don't look so serious, Silly!" she laughed. "Your skimmer is still working,
except now it funnels the money into my accounts instead of yours. Your
accounts have all been transferred into mine and then erased. In fact, my
application is as we speak cleaning every trace of you from cyberspace. It
will be as if you never existed." Miles' eyes widened with fear as the import
of her words sank into his brain. She smiled down upon him benevolently.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll still take care of you. If you're good, I may even
give you an allowance."

"Who sent you?" Miles said urgently. He had made enemies over the years in
spite of his efforts to stay under the radar. "It wasn't enough to rob me, you
had to completely destroy me as well!"

"Oh! Nobody sent me, Miles. I'm not robbing you, exactly, more like
purchasing, taking possession, like a hostile takeover in the business world.
I needed a new hacker after I lost my previous one. He designed this""(she
pointed to the Death's Head flash drive), and it has worked quite well for me,
so I rewarded him very well ... too well, I guess. I had no idea he would be
so fragile. I actually miss him very much. After tonight, though, I think
you'll do quite well as his replacement. You certainly have the right
equipment for it!" She reached down and took his massive member in hand and
began lovingly fondling it like a favorite toy, sending waves of intense
sensation through Miles in the process. Despite his shock, anger, and fear, he
was involuntarily becoming as aroused as he'd ever been. Her strong hands were
quite magical, somehow, in a way he didn't quite understand. Whatever it was,
he now knew she could electrify his cock at will, and make it do whatever she
wanted, make him feel whatever she wanted him to feel. No wonder she had such
control over Sam the bar owner, he thought. He now knew with certainty that NO
man could resist her, least of all himself. He finally decided to give up and
give in to his growing desire to let her take control of his pleasure, and
ultimately, his life as well. He relaxed and let the building excitement
inside him fill his consciousness. His body's arousal became total, every
nerve ending seeming to be stimulated by her, an intense tingling passing
through him.

She saw the passion burning in his eyes, saw his body tremble, and felt his
growing heft in her hand as she slowly stroked him. She chuckled wickedly.
"That's it, Miles, let yourself go. It'll be SO much easier for both of us if
you do. You give me what I want, and I'll continue to give you what you now
want so much, the quality of which you now know only I can provide. You will
soon come to need it; all the men I own find that they do, eventually. Your
need will eventually be so intense that it will govern your life, and I will
govern the need that governs you. You belong to me now, Miles, so you won't
have to worry about anything except pleasing me: I'll take care of everything
else. Just let it happen, and you'll be a happy man, Miles."

The pace of her stroking increased, and Miles' eyes closed as he moaned
uncontrollably. His power pole was fully erect, fully engorged, and visibly
throbbing after each stroke. Suddenly with a barely perceptible movement she
did something-- a pinch, a squeeze, or a touch, that shocked Miles and made
him loudly cry out "UGH!" His eyes shot open with whatever intense sensation
she had just made him feel ... but he didn't come; he couldn't come. His eyes
were fixed, riveted upon her, and she stared hotly back into them.

"Do I have your attention, Miles?" she said ominously while still stroking
him. He nodded vigorously, unable to form cogent words and phrases due to
sensory overload. It was a rhetorical question, anyway: she knew that all he
could see right now, all he could think about, was HER, and what she was doing
to him. "Good!" she continued. "Would you like to come for me, now?" she said,
mirth in her eyes. As if on cue, his pre-cum began to flow from the tip of his
staff. Again he nodded fervently. "CAN you come?" she said querulously. He
nodded, quaking with anticipation. She smiled ever so slightly. "I wouldn't be
too sure of that. Maybe you'd better try ... . Go ahead and come." Miles
became even more excited; his face contorted and turned red. He seemed about
to explode as he willed himself to come ... once, twice, three times. Nothing
happened! He continued to stare into her eyes, but now with a shocked,
confused expression, searching her eyes for answers. Her expression softened
at the sight of his distress.

"I'm sorry, Miles. You haven't earned it, yet. My little pinch shut off your
peak response. It's an old Chinese acupressure trick to make a man last longer
in bed ... not that you need that, but it serves me well for this purpose. I
have a hacking project for you: I'll call you in the morning with details. The
sooner you make progress on it, the sooner you'll be rewarded. Understand?" He
nodded, sullen, tears welling up in his eyes while his manhood still stood
hard and tall, twitching. She nodded solemnly. "I'm glad you understand. Just
remember that the harder you have to work for it, the better the reward will
be when you finally receive it. Toward that end, your restraints are tight, I
know, but you can overcome them, eventually. Once you do, feel free to play
with THAT (pointing to his throbbing, twitching love wand) as much as you
want, but with the knowledge that your pleasure will remain incomplete until I
decide to reward you ... . Good night, Miles. I look forward to working with
you!"

She turned to walk out of the room, her gorgeous backside swaying in a
tantalizing farewell to Miles' burning stare. "No ... please ... . PLEASE!"
Miles croaked, his voice choked with tears of frustration.

"All in good time, baby!" she called over her shoulder, as she picked up her
clothes and walked to the door. She slipped on her shorts and tank top and
quietly let herself out. Miles lay there, staring at his frustrated member
waving at him, taunting him. He was unable to move to even touch himself.
Rather than immediately beginning the more important task of freeing himself
from his restraints, Miles tried bucking his hips up and down rhythmically,
eventually managing to swing his rod forward into his belly repeatedly,
causing a tiny burst of pleasurable sensation every time the head of it made
contact, but never enough to bring him off, of course. Eventually he tired of
trying to make his own organ obey him, and resolved to begin the process of
"earning it" as his new owner required. It was going to be a long night ... .

A week or so later on a slow Sunday night in the tavern, Bill Bradskey,
insurance salesman and barfly extraordinaire, was seated at the bar enjoying
his status as the only customer except for the gorgeous Amazon bitch in the
back corner who was always there, playing games on her laptop. He'd tried his
best sales pitch on her a long time ago and been rebuffed with a flip comment
that he should come back when he had something she wanted. Suddenly the front
door opened and in came that Computer Geek who'd come in previously several
times over the last few nights. Sam the barman brightened considerably and
immediately poured green liquid from a strange looking bottle into four small
ornate glasses. He sat one of them in front of Bill, saying "On the house,
Bill" cheerily.

Sam put the remaining three glasses on a small tray and took them to the back
corner where the Geek was now standing next to the seated Amazon. The Geek
handed The Woman a small item that looked like a flash drive just as Sam
arrived with the tray. They each picked up a glass, clinked them together in a
toast, then downed them in one swallow. Bill heard Her say "Come here, boys!"
and they stood side by side in front of her, with their backs toward Bill.
After about minute, both Sam and the Geek suddenly cried "GUNGH!" in unison
and doubled over, grabbing the table to keep themselves from falling to their
knees. After a few seconds Sam seemed to recover, but rushed off to the
restroom, probably to hurl, thought Bill. The Geek remained bent over for
almost a minute, until The Woman closed her laptop, stood and tossed him over
her shoulder and then carried him out of the bar with one arm holdin him in
place while she carried her laptop tucked under her other arm.

Bill was an adventurous drinker and not one to turn down a free libation,
ever. Right now, however, he looked down at the small glass of green liquid
with some misgiving. He wondered what the heck that stuff was made of,
considering the dramatic effects it seemed to have just had on Sam and The
Geek, incapacitating one and sickening the other. After some moments he told
himself What the Hell and downed it all in one gulp, just as he'd seen the
others do. As Sam came out of the restroom he passed Bill coming in, coughing
and sputtering and looking like he was about to barf. "Want another round?"
said Sam facetiously.

"IF IT'S FREE, HELL YES!" croaked Bill loudly, although in truth he wasn't
sure he could take another round. In his sudden dreamy, floaty state, Bill
wondered what it would be like to be with that Amazon bitch, who was so tough
she could drink that horrible green stuff like it was water ... .