Mistress Enterprises
By Montrose
The security of a nation is hijacked by a rogue woman of complicated appetites

Jason Talbot was full owner of Talbot Security, a firm providing security systems to the Pentagon and 
White House in the states as well as to several undisclosed locations around the world. US interests 
deterred him from providing similar security for other governments, but that didn't stop them from 
asking. China had been romancing him on a daily basis for years. His team was second to none in 
protecting the secrets and people that actually mattered. It had taken brutal focus and force over the 
past 25 years, and there were plenty of bones in the closet, but he was on top and his competition was 
either gone or too frightened to try anymore.

Talbot Security secured buildings, personnel, information flow and financial assets. Sometimes, because 
of pesky freedom of information acts and open democracy, his job was made more difficult. But it was 
safe to say that his most formidable client was himself. The watchdog had to be protected. If anyone 
ever breached his walls, WikiLeaks would look like a church newsletter. 

His aid knocked once, then three more times. Jason checked the security monitor for the camera just 
outside his office and pressed the button sequence under his desk, unlocking his thick office door. His 
aid, a former special ops soldier, stepped in and placed his morning coffee tray on the desk at precisely 
8:05 AM. As he stood he adjusted the Glock in his shoulder holster. "Will that be all, Sir?"

"Yes, Martin. You may return to your post." The exact words they spoke were coded to let them both 
know that nothing was amiss. Had his aid used any other, he would have known that a serious security 
issue existed. Had he answered in any other way, Martin would have been alerted to a breach of some 
sort within his office.

They both relaxed a little. Martin turned and left. Jason pressed another button sequence and the door 
closed and locked behind him.

Before his coffee was cool enough to drink, sirens sounded in the hall. Jason turned to his monitors. "A 
code red?" Why hadn't he been given an earlier warning? How could things jumped from all clear to 
code red so fast? He flipped through various security cameras showing personnel scrambling to arm 
themselves. As he cycled through them he noticed that fewer and fewer cameras were responding until 
there was none.

The alarm stopped. No explanation was given over the intercom. That was not procedure. Where was 
the announcement?

Jason typed quickly, working to shut down his connection in case of a breach. Time to lock down. He 
typed in his password for final lockdown.

ACCESS DENIED

He tried again with the same response.

One shot fired from the other side of his door. It sounded like Martin's gun. Jason pulled his own Glock 
from under his desk drawer. He tried the monitor for the camera outside his office. It wasn't working.

His door clicked - unlocked.  Someone had used the code that only his aid knew.

The door swung open revealing Martin, filling the frame.

Jason breathed a sigh of relief. "What is it?" 

Martin fell face first onto the carpet, a large red stain growing on his back. Jason fired three shots 
through the empty door.

Silence.

"Whose there?" he shouted.

A figure stumbled into the door with his hands raised. Jason squeezed the trigger twice more. Blood 
sprayed from his company's vice president's forehead. The man had been gagged and pushed into his 
line of fire. He must have had his hands up, pleading for Jason to hold his fire.

"Now you're the only one left alive, Jason." That was a woman's voice. "If you throw your weapon 
through the door, I'll consider keeping you that way."

"You're lying."

"Possibly. If you had access to your security camera or communications you might be able to tell about 
the first part. You'll never know about the second until it's too late. Trust me when I say, all that you 
used to control has been transferred to me, or soon will be."

"Impossible."

"No," she said. "Just mildly difficult. Are you going to throw out your Glock, or shall I move on to plan 
B?"

The sight of his aid and vice president bleeding all over his white carpet shook his nerves. Obviously plan 
B involved his death - possibly a poison gas grenade. He threw his gun toward the door. 

A hand with long fingers snatched it in mid-air. The woman stepped into the doorway holding the gun 
trained at his heart.

She was very tall - possibly six feet five inches plus three inch heeled, black boots that made her duck 
under the doorway as she entered. She wore black leggings and a purely decorative black fringe of skirt 
- far too short to cover her round bottom. Her top was also black and form fitting, accentuating her 
spectacular rack - could they even possibly be real? Her black hair fell in waves just passed her 
shoulders. Her nails and lipstick were just a few shades toward maroon from fuck me red - the color of 
clotted blood came to mind. High cheek bones and a slim nose set well above her full lips, serving as a 
pedestal for her big, shockingly light blue eyes. Her eyes held sweet warmth that faded to bone-freezing 
cold just centimeters below the surface. Experience at judging such things let him know that she was 
between 35 and 40 years of age, but in outrageously good shape for a woman of any age.

He heard distant shouts, screams and laughter from the hall beyond his office.

"Who are you?" he whispered.

"That information is above your pay grade," she replied as she tapped her ear. "Roxanne, status." She 
nodded at what she heard in her earpiece. "Proceed." 

THIS FACILITY WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN 30 SECONDS, said the overhead in a calming feminine 
computerized voice. Screams multiplied.

Jason ran to a black panel on the wall. They could all roast for all he cared. If only he could make it to his 
escape pod before she shot him. He scanned his palm on the panel and spoke his code. "Sparta."

Nothing. The wall didn't open, and the woman didn't shoot him. 

25 SECONDS, said the calm computer woman.

Jason banged the wall and tried scanning his hand again.

"Your escape route is closed to you. I've taken control of that," said the woman with the gun, seemingly 
bored with his ignorance. "Don't worry though...."

20 SECONDS.

"My team will take care of everything." 

Jason considered charging her and running for it, but there wasn't enough time to run clear of the 
impending explosions. In...

15 SECONDS.

His entire complex would be nothing more than a black stain deep under the Arizona desert.

10. 9. 8. 7.

Jason fell to his knees and screamed with his hands by his ears. He wet himself. He gasped.

"My, aren't we dramatic."

What happened to 6? He kept listening but the computer remained quiet.

"See?" said the woman. "Not even close."

ALL SYSTEMS RESTORED.

"Good work Roxanne," the woman said.

Jason ran to put his desk between them and pressed a button on the side panel. It refused to release his 
back-up gun. He pressed it several more times. The woman laughed. "Silly man. The electronics for that 
control were among the first things I had disabled." She tucked his gun into her skirt top.

Jason jumped to his computer and attempted to log on. 

ACCESS DENIED.

"What is going on?" He shouted.

"I told you," the woman replied with an impatient sigh. "I've taken over your little company. Are you 
always this slow? It's a wonder some bumpkin hasn't walked in here and slapped you shitless already."

He would have not believed it, but there were two bodies and his lack of access to consider.

Another woman appeared, dressed in a black and gray salad suit and a black beret. She sported a blonde 
flattop hairstyle and stood shorter than the first woman (around five ten), but she had arms that could 
rip a horse in half. On those arms were the stripes of a sergeant. Knives and handguns decorated her 
solid hips as well as a few scalps. He looked again - yes, she had been scalping his men. "Everything is 
secure, Mistress. You have control."

The first woman smiled. "Well done, Holly. I will congratulate the team soon."

Jason tried to hide, but Holly's sharp eyes spotted him.

"May I kill that for you, Mistress?" She cracked her knuckles, as if planning to do so manually.

"No, my dear. He amuses me."

Holly saluted. "Yes Mistress."

The woman... Mistress for lack of another handle... gave a very lazy impression of a return salute. Holly 
snapped her hand back to her side but stayed put.

"Dismissed," said Mistress casually.

Holly turned smartly on her heels, which caused the scalps to swing on her hips, and marched away.

Mistress sauntered over to the desk. "She's a bit gong ho, isn't she? Enjoys her work. But she can suck a 
clit in ways that send a girl to other planets." Mistress winked. "Trust me on that one." She picked up his 
untouched coffee cup from his desk. "I hope you don't mind." She sipped it, then drank it down. "Oh, 
that hits the spot - a very good blend. I was in a bit of a hurry this morning. You know how it is when 
you have a busy day planned. Roxanne - be sure to collect the coffee beans from the commissary. It 
would be a crime to waste them."

She smiled sweetly as she removed the Glock from her skirt. Jason backed into a corner, closed his eyes 
and tried to contain his bowels. He heard the sound of the clip being released and falling to the carpet. 
He opened his eyes to see her fire the round that was in the chamber into Martin's back. Then, she 
tossed the useless gun onto the desk.

As she sat down at his desk, two redheaded girls dressed as Holly had been, but without the stripes on 
their arms came in and saluted. The dark salad suits almost hid the blood stains. Mistress waved her 
hand near her face and they released. "Permission to remove the dead, Mistress?" They spoke in perfect 
unison.

"Hold," said Mistress. The girls stayed at attention. She looked the two girls over just as Jason did. Twins, 
five feet seven and slender. "Which one of you is Gypsy?" she asked.
 
One of them stood taller. "I am Mistress."

Mistress turned to Jason. "Isn't she adorable? Just nineteen years old and already a consummate sniper. 
Black belt in Thai boxing as well. Not to mention she is one hot piece of ass."

"Mistress," Gypsy whispered, blushing deeply but smiling. Her sister gave her a jealous look.

"Don't be that way, Ginger," Mistress cooed. "You are every inch the heartbreaker that your sister is."

"Thank you, Mistress." Ginger licked her full lips and bit the bottom one, her eyes flashing lustily at 
Mistress.

"My pleasure, you forward little vixen. Now, report. How many confirmed kills for you two kids today."

"27." Gypsy snapped out her answer and beamed with pride.

Ginger's smile fell a bit. "21," she admitted.

"48 dead just between you two? At least you left some for the rest. I've only killed one so far. Even this 
little man has as many kills as I do." Mistress turned to Jason. "Right baby?  Got him right between the 
eyes." She pointed a finger at Jason and pretended to shoot. He nearly crumbled.

"Aren't they precious?" Mistress continued. "Ginger, you'll have to try harder next time." Mistress 
playfully wagged a finger at her.

"Yes Mistress!" She stood taller, sticking out her pert bosom. 

Mistress admired the two girls until Gypsy became a little embarrassed. "Mistress? Shall we..."

"Get back to work?" Mistress cut in. "Oh, very well. But don't tax yourselves. I may be calling both of 
you to my quarters tonight. Performance in the field has its rewards, you know."

The two girls giggled and bent to move the bodies. Jason thought that Martin's big frame would cause 
them trouble, but they lifted him between them, flipping him up to their shoulders and marched out. In 
a flash they were back for the VP. Ginger now had a stripe of blood down one cheek - it bothered Jason 
that he thought it made her look even cuter. Gypsy's hands were red - she wiped  them on her butt 
before grabbing the VP.

When they were gone, Mistress pressed the buttons that closed the door and locked it. Jason noticed 
that she had full knowledge of the controls already.

Her eyes grew large as if she remembered something. "How thoughtless of me. Did you want to say 
anything over their bodies before they're incinerated with the rest?"

Jason's heart leaped to his chest. "Incinerated?"

"It seemed the easiest way to dispose of 236 bodies efficiently. Shall I have them called back?"

So, she knew the exact staffing count. Jason's hopes were falling by the second. "No," he whispered.

"Are you sure? One call from me and I can have all the remaining bodies piled up right in this room for 
your benediction. Those that aren't already ashes at least."

"NO!" The horror of the idea! Not that he hadn't done some brutal things in his past.

Mistress shrugged and turned to Jason's monitors. She typed in a code and they sprang to life. She 
smiled. "Database access... Security control... very good." Mistress tapped her ear. "Roxanne?" She 
paused. "Tell Tami to begin deep data transfer - yes, every byte.... Good girl."

She flipped  through a few more security camera views before looking up at Jason as if she had 
forgotten about him. "Where were we?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm the woman who is taking your company and other assets in a manner that will leave no trace. Do 
you need more information than that?"

Jason nodded dumbly.

"Very well." Mistress settled back languidly. "As a budding girl - about the age of those twins - I met 
with President Clinton during his first week in office. I soon had his face between my thighs and access 
to top secret files. It was me who taught him the cigar trick, by the way. Once I milked him for all I 
wanted, I turned him over to Agent Lewinski for regular servicing, seeing him only occasionally. He was 
easy to keep on my hook and make him cough up intel.

"After him, I did the same thing to Little Bush. By the time it was Bush's second term, I was in charge, 
not the president. I was the decider. He was so different from Clinton. Bill wanted to feed his ego 
showing me his massive, hard chubby. It amused me to let him. W liked nothing more than to sit on my 
lap and whimper. I babied him along through that entire Iraq fiasco. I also had to beat Dick back a few 
times when he interrupted us. That old goat just wanted to hump my ass - I challenged his pace maker 
by sitting on his face a few times and after that he left us alone.

"Then McCain failed to be elected - even though I already had him dominated. If he wanted a hot chick 
for a running mate he should have pulled one from my crew - I could have provided him with a winner. 
But that's water under the bridge. Obama came next. To be honest Michelle scares the piss out of me, 
so I haven't touched him. I may have to go after Biden. It's a pity that Edwards didn't make it in. 
Someone ruined him before I had a chance.

"I've taken enough state secrets and amassed enough of an army to render the secret service and US 
armed forces of no use against me. One word from me and I could lock them all out of their own 
systems. From them I learned of your company's existence. Obviously, they didn't know enough, so I 
had to send in deep moles - wives and lovers of some of your most trusted men. That man you shot for 
instance, Jim something."

"His trophy wife?"

Mistress smiled and nodded. "Very good - yes. Her real name is Ingrid. She fucked enough codes out of 
him to get a girl inside who then stole the rest. Did you know he liked to be ridden like a pony AND to be 
violently ass fucked after? Fascinating man - complicated and twisted under his conservative exterior. 
Anyway, after that it was child's play to decide on a plan and... execute it." Mistress lifted her long 
fingers in a sweet gesture. "And here we are."

Jason deflated down to his knees.

"Is there anything else you wish to know?"

He looked up. "Your name?"

She frowned and shook her head no. "Sorry, my little man. That would be breaking tradition. But you 
may call me Mistress like everybody else."

A thought struck him. "Why am I still alive."

"Hmmmm." Mistress stood and walked around the desk and leaned on it facing Jason, a little over three 
feet from him. He noticed that her boots gleamed like gems. "That is a very good question. You do know 
more than is healthy for you... As I told Holly, you amuse me for the moment. Why? Do you want me to 
kill you right now?" She pulled a long knife from her boot. There was a trickle of blood already on the 
blade. "Oops, I forgot about that one. I have two kills, so far." She carefully licked off the blood.
 
Jason clutched his hands in supplication. "NO please!"

"You sure? I could kill you quickly if you like." She sliced the blade sideways as if cutting a throat. "Slip 
this into your heart maybe? Give it a twist?"

He wet himself again in fear. "No! Have mercy, please!"

"Well... crawl over here and kiss my left boot, then maybe I'll let you live a while longer."

Jason speed crawled to her polished boot and began kissing.

"Not so sloppy, if you please. You are not a sheep dog."

He sucked in his tears and saliva and kept kissing.

"Enough."

He sat back, shivering. How long would she let him live? Would there be a chance for escape later?

She slipped her knife back into place and tapped her ear. He knew he couldn't pull it free before she 
stopped him. She moved like a tigress. "Roxanne, did we sustain any casualties? None? Well done." She 
looked down at Jason. "Lucky for you all 50 of my girls survived the mission. Otherwise I would be 
tempted to hand you over to them for justice."

Jason sat up. "You took this place with only 50 girls?"

"And no casualties, yes. Isn't that great?"

Jason felt sick. His intelligence told him it would take more than a thousand and a few bunker busting 
bombs to overrun him, situated as he was. Where had his plans failed? "How?"

"The advanced intelligence was key," Mistress replied. "Also, my smallest girls - 4 feet 10, the little 
dears -  are contortionists and slipped into some very small chinks in your armor. They were inside and 
quietly slitting throats long before that alarm started. That was my fault for underestimating your big 
secretary. He tripped the alarm seconds before I reached him. That boy could move."

Jason shuddered.

Mistress turned her head as if listening. "Go ahead Roxanne. The announcement? Okay, Put me on 
camera two from his office, but don't open up the channel until I tell you to. Good girl."

She smiled down at Jason. "Roxanne is a gem. Did you have a right hand man like her?"

"Martin," Jason admitted.

"That guy I shot outside your door? Awww... how sad. If it's any consolation, I had to take his gun from 
him and flip him to the wall before I got a clean shot at his back. He put up a little fight at least." She 
perked up. "Anyway, now is the time for me to congratulate my troops. I have decided to make you a 
part of that. Isn't that exciting?"

"Uhmmmm..."

"I'll even give you a choice. Do you want to lick my sphincter on camera as I make my speech, or shall I 
butt-fuck you while I talk, just like your vice president enjoyed?"

"No," Jason skidded back to a corner. "Not that please!"

"Not a butt-sex fan? I happen to know you like taking girls up the ass. I checked on your... interests."

He began to cry.

Mistress rolled her eyes. "Turn off the waterworks. You can pick option one. Would that make you 
happy?"

"Yes, please," he whimpered.

Mistress reached up under her skirt and rolled down her leggings to her knees. Her muff peeked out 
from under her short skirt. She pulled the knife from her boot and effortlessly slit the leggings off. The 
keen edge of the blade was evident in the lack of resistance it met as it cleanly sliced the fabric from her 
body. "Let's give it a practice run. Come to me, baby. Come come now... that's a good boy. I won't bite... 
yet. On your knees behind me." she guided his face up her well-toned ass. "Now lick it... oh yesssss... see 
how easy that is? You keep that up unless I pull your head out." She patted him like a dog and replaced 
her knife.

Even with her back to him and his hands on her thighs, he didn't dare reach for the blade.

"Roxanne, take me live."

Mistress stood sideways to the camera, smiling. "Greeting troupes! Mission Accomplished! Mistress 
Enterprises has taken another big step forward toward our goal of total domination!"

Jason heard distant cheering from all over his facility.

"You have performed your mission with honor and distinction. As you can see, I'm busy interrogating 
our one and only captive, the former owner of Talbot Security, Jason "Butt-munch" Talbot himself." She 
pulled his face out to show it to the camera. "Stick that tongue out more, Jason." He did as told and she 
crammed his face back up her ass-crack. "Oh yesssss... right up my hole! I love my job!" She winked and 
wiggled on his face. "I'm sure he'll crack any minute. For now, stick to the plan. I'll be busy crushing any 
final secrets out of my new friend. This is your Mistress. Over and out." 

"Are we off, Roxanne? Good. Break out the Champaign and let the girls have fun. Keep the minimum 20 
on duty. Rotate them as needed."

She pulled his face out of her ass once more. "That was not bad, sweetheart. You have a natural talent 
for licking assholes. I feel all polished up down there. But I'm afraid we have to actually conduct some 
business here today." She pulled him to his feet and held him close. Jason could feel himself 
involuntarily becoming erect as her tits hovered before his eyes. He could feel her rubbing her thigh on 
his expanding tool, letting him know that she knew about it. She smiled sweetly down at him.

"I've got 50 hard working girls out there, don't I? They're going to want me to have something to show 
for our time in here just like they will have stripped your company dry of secrets and resources out 
there. Now, I know you don't have many secrets left from me, but there must be a few. Or at the very 
least, I'll have to prove that I made an effort, right? You can see that, can't you baby?"

"I... I... I s-s-s-suppose?"

"Sure." Mistress pulled his face into her left boob and petted him reassuringly. "And even though I like 
giving pain, I promise you, I'll conduct myself professionally and try not to let it get out of hand."

Jason began to tremble. "What do you want to know. I'll tell you anything!"

Mistress chuckled. "I know my little man, but we have to do these things right. So let's start by placing 
your hands on the desk, fingers spread wide. Assume the position."

He did as asked, assuming the search position. She bent over his back and ran her long hands up from 
his groin to his sides and down his arms while she purred softly in his ear. It felt more like a grope than a 
search. Her hips bumped his from behind and her bosom pressed onto his back. She picked up the 
empty gun, holding it by the barrel. "What is your favorite color?" she asked.

"uhhh...."

"Just answer the question, honey."

"Red," he said.

"Right! See? Some of these are going to be easy. Also, some of them I already know the answers to. If I 
catch you in a lie, I'll smash your fingers with this nasty thing." She waived the gun in his face. "We don't 
want that do we?"

"No."

"Good. That's another question you got right. See how easy this is? Are you relaxing now?"

"I guess."

She kissed his neck. "Good. Now, tell me the code you use to abort the destruct sequence."

He was sure she already knew it because her team had managed to do just that. "Alpha jump start 
melons 69 pie," he replied.

"Good boy." She kissed his neck again. Her full lips felt hot and very pleasant. The hand not holding the 
gun roamed his thigh, curving around under his belly. "Are there any modifications to the car you drove 
to work today?"

"No," he replied.

BAM! The gun butt flattened his right pinky.

"AHHHHHHH!" He tried to jump up but she held him in place. The power in her arms and her superior 
weight and size hit home. Mistress held him down with no more trouble than he would have with a 
toddler. He began to see how she was able to best Martin.

"Hands on the table, baby."

Every fiber of his being compelled him to break free and he gave it his all. Her left hand pushed down on 
his back and crushed him onto the desk like a bug. He pushed and squirmed - she only leaned on him 
that much harder until he thought she might break his back.

"Should I ask Holly to bring in my twelve inch strap on cock or are you going to be a good boy?"

"No! I'll be good!" he gasped. She let up a little.

"Hands on the table then... good boy. Does that hurt?" she asked pointing the gun at his mashed finger.

"Yes!" he whimpered. Blood oozed from ripped skin.

"Do you know why I did that?" She took her hand off his back and petted his face gently.

Too late, he remembered the special tires and bullet proofing to his car. "Yes."

"Are you going to lie to me again, my little man?"

"I forgot," he whined. "I was distracted."

Mistress chuckled and slid her hand over his groin, fondling his stiff rod through his slacks. "To be 
honest, so am I, but we have business to discuss. So, I'll try to stop imagining your hard cock throbbing 
between my big tits if you will, okay?"

Jason whimpered - that vision now filling his mind.

"Okay little man, let's try again. Are there any modifications to the car you drove to work today?"

He mentioned the tires and pullet proofing. 

Mistress kissed his cheek. "Much better. Now try this one. Where do you live?"

He hesitated.

BAM! Another finger crushed under the gun.

"Ahhhh!"  he screamed but kept his hands on the table. "882 Chelsea LANE! I was going to tell you! I 
was..."

"Try to be faster with your answers, okay baby? And yes, that was a good answer. I also know you have 
three men inside, along with your two cats. There's a lot I know. For example, tell me the security code 
for the front gate."

"4887823492."

"And the front door..."

"99912999."

"Anyone posted outside?"

"Two men by the gate and four patrol the perimeter of the house."

"Passwords?"

He had to pause. Those changed daily so she probably didn't know them. Could he get away with...

BAM!

"AHHHHH!" That was a thumb and she smashed it flat. He only had two fingers left on that hand.

She pulled his hair back and spoke calmly into his ear. "Passwords, baby. Don't' try my patience. "

"It might rain, at the gate," he whimpered. "And... just passing through for the patrols."

"Did you get all that Roxanne?... Good. Send the clean-up crew. I want that house stripped to the 
supports and burned down."

"Now, Mr. Talbot, my little man," Mistress purred. "You and I are going to take it up a level." She threw 
away the gun and pulled down his pants in one quick action. "Holly, bring it in," she yelled. 

"Wait! What?" He froze when the door unlocked and opened. Muscular Holly entered carrying a huge 
cock on a velvet pillow. Jason tried to run, but Mistress pushed him back to the desk.

"Remain bent over that desk, my little man, or I will let Holly entertain herself with you. She isn't as 
tender as I am."

"Please give me a chance," Holly snarled down at him. "C'mon, bitch-man, fight her!"

Jason trembled but stayed put. The number of scalps on Holly's belt had increased, he noticed. One still 
dripped blood.

Mistress strapped herself into the enormous member. "That will be all, Holly." 

"Yes Mistress." Holly backed out and closed the door, smiling at Jason in an unsettling way.

"Please don't," Jason begged. "I'll do anything - tell you anything!"

"As you have guessed, I'm going to penetrate you now, my little man. But I'm going to do so slowly. 
Roxanne will keep me informed of the progress my girls make at your house. If they encounter any 
obstacles, I will begin fucking you harder and faster. If one of them so much as gets scratched, I will fuck 
you to death. Believe me, I have experience and know just how to do it."

"The men inside!" he shouted. "Inside!"

"What about them?" Mistress pushed the head of her cock between his cheeks. He could feel that it was 
not lubed.

"They're under orders to shoot anyone but me who tries to get in no matter what!"

"How sweet. You're volunteering information even without my asking!" She stuffed the tip into his ass.

"GOD!"

"You're being a real team player, baby." She pushed deeper. 

"AHHH!"

"I'm going to start very slow, because you are such a good boy." She pinched his cheek. "Roxanne? Good 
- tell them to take all precautions."

Slowly, but inevitably, Mistress worked the giant bone up Jason's bottom. She made tut-tut noises and 
sweet whispers as she would to a frightened animal, kissing his tear streaked face. "There, there baby. 
Let me pull out a little... oh... feels better? Yes? Okay, now I'm driving it back in.... Oh... poor baby. I got 
you my little man. Anything else you want to tell me?"

He shook his head no and cried, "There's nothing more I can tell you."

"Then just relax. If you relax it might not hurt as much." She began a steady rhythm.

"Oh shit!" he moaned.

An hour of slow anal torture passed. "Guess what I just heard? Roxanne tells me all those pesky men at 
your house are dead. Isn't that happy news? And without firing a shot to arouse suspicion. My team slit 
their throats before they could even scream. They are such treasures, my girls. Also the security systems 
have all been dismantled and loaded onto a truck. Can you tell me about any secret compartments at 
your home? Any hidden basements or valuables?"

While Mistress slowly rocked her cock in and out, Jason listed them all. Roxanne relayed them to the 
girls in the field.

Four hours later, his ass was blazing with pain, slow fuck or not. Mistress received a communication in 
her ear. "More happy news, Jason. Your house is now an empty flaming husk and the last truck is pulling 
out. It's all mine, just like everything from this complex." She snarled and picked up the pace. "OH!" she 
roared. "Owning a man so completely always gets me HOT!" She crammed him faster - deeper - pulling 
back on his hair. 

"AHHHHHH! NO!"

"Sometimes I just can't help myself!" She slammed into him so fast it became a blurr. So fast he couldn't 
scream. Mistress lifted his head by his hair and bashed his face into the desk once... twice... three times 
and a tooth popped free, even as she kept slamming deep into him.

"OH GOD!" She screamed. "YES! You are FUCKING! MY! BITCH!" Her voice was an animal growl.

Was she killing him, he wondered. His head bounced on his desk after she let it go and grabbed his hips 
humping so hard it no longer mattered. His ass felt broken - his legs disconnected. Everything below his 
floating ribs was defined by pain.

Then, abruptly, she stopped. One second Jason was being full out fucked, screaming and snarling 
included, and the next - BAM - Mistress crammed the bone deep and left it there. Mistress was panting 
a little. A patina of dew decorated her fair skin.

She leaned over and tapped on the keyboard as a lone drop of dew fell from her chin onto Jason's cheek 
mixing with his own layer of sweat and tears. 

A monitor in front of Jason lit up showing a lovely girl with a round face, spiky brown hair and large 
round glasses.  There was something familiar about her - of course. Martin had run a background check 
on her and hired her just a month ago. She quickly became one of his top security systems 
programmers, and one of his few female employees. Nice tits, as he recalled. How had she managed to 
stay alive?

The girl looked directly out from the monitor, then down a bit. She pointed and let out a braying 
laughed. Obviously, she could see the state he was in through video conferencing. So, this was one of 
Mistress's deep moles, Jason realized.

"Soldier Tami!" Mistress snapped.

The girl turned ash white and jerked so hard into a sitting form of 'at attention' that her glasses went 
crooked and her hooters rocked sideways, nearly throwing her off balance. "Mistress?" she said in a 
trembling voice.

"Just because your mission is computer espionage does not exclude you from discipline."

"Yes Mistress!"

"Be assured that there will be a firm spanking in this for you at a time and place of my choosing."

The girl tried to hide her eagerness as her cheeks flushed. "Yes, Mistress." She straightened her glasses.

"But..." Jason squirmed under Mistress. "But, she passed the background check! Martin himself saw 
to..."

"I think Tami can explain that." Mistress nodded to the screen.

"Did you know that your boy Martin liked having a thumb up his butt during tit-fucking blowjobs? And 
that during orgasm he clenched his eyes shut? True facts. I took care of that big fat bone of his and 
drove him to such a state that it made it easy for me to switch my background report papers before he 
got a chance to read them. My biggest problem was gagging down his load - the guy had more cum than 
God."

Mistress nodded. "Way to take one in the face for the team, Tami."

"Thank you, Mistress. It was my pleasure. Well... Mine and Martin's of course."

"You... you defeated my hiring security with a tit-fuck?"

The girl pulled off the black and gray top she was wearing. "In Martin's defense..." She waggled prize-
winning melons at the computer camera and giggled. "Not many guys have turned me down for one of 
those. None in fact. I mean, it wasn't just a tit-fuck. It was championship quality work. I made his ears 
ring. I beat Lewinski in head-to-head competition and she's had years of advanced training! She wrote 
the book and I humiliated her during the judging - swept every category." The pride in her voice was 
intoxicating. There was a lovely pink butterfly tattoo on her left boob over her heart. 

"Tami is the best we have for oral espionage," Mistress admitted. "Including me, and that is saying 
something."

Tami blushed bright red, smiling like a schoolgirl.

Jason's cock dared to grow hard, even with Mistress up his rump.

Mistress looked down at Jason. "Any more questions, my little man?"

 "What?" Jason tore his eyes from the deep cleavage and felt his world crumbling once more. "No... I 
mean... she just... uh... a thumb? Oral espionage? Uh... uhm... no." 

Had his entire operation been a Swiss cheese waiting for the right group to come along and slip through 
a million holes? How had he missed it all? Security is what his company DID for GODS SAKE!

"Very Well. Tami? Report your progress." Mistress leaned her elbows hard on Jason's back. She was 
slender, but so tall and muscular that she packed a lot of weight. Her elbows dug deep into his back. 

Jason stifled a moan of pain as he continued to wonder at how deeply his organization had been 
penetrated. (The parallel to his current situation was not lost on him.)

Tami sat back so her face was on screen instead of just her tits, and turned back to business. "We now 
have control of his Swiss accounts and Bermuda holdings. His shipping line and fleet of airplanes have 
transferred ownership. His research and development teams now answer to us without their 
management being any the wiser. In total, we have picked up roughly US 750 billion in assets beyond 
what we captured from this complex and his house. Everything together may double that figure, let 
alone the strategic importance of his systems and data, which are beyond calculation."

Mistress dangled her finger in Jason's ear, making gooseflesh run down his back. "Does that sound like it 
covers it, baby?"

"The Swiss?" he asked. 

"Tami, you may answer his question."

Tami smiled down at him with an edge of contempt. "I broke Swiss Bank security two years ago as a 
college freshman. I've had my way with more Swiss accounts than, well, than Mistress has had with 
pissants like you, and they don't even know it."

"Satisfied?" Mistress asked.

Jason could only stare up at the pretty round face that looked down at him from the monitor and 
imagine it covered in cum. This genius coding girl, this guru of the boob hump, was given full security 
access and she handed it over to the woman currently riding his ass? How could he be satisfied with 
this? However, all he could think to do is nod.
 
"Now my turn to ask one... more... question," Mistress said. "Do you have anything else I might want, 
Jason? Anything at all?" Her voice left a chill in his belly.

He thought hard, but quickly. "She mentioned Bermuda?"

"Yes."

"And the drug cartel in..."

"I had that exterminated. I can't abide such things."

"Exterminated? You killed over 600 armed guerilla warriors on their own turf?"

"It took a full day and was most inconvenient, what with the heat and lack of decent hotels afterward. 
My 70 girls barely fit into the kingpin's palace at the end of the day. They had to bath naked in the 
decorative fountains." Mistress complained.

"I rather liked that part," Tami whispered.

"Plus I broke a nail. It was quite trying." 

"The yucky snakes were the worst," Tami added with a shudder that made her rack jiggle.

"Oh I don't mind them," Mistress replied. "It's the heat. Thank god I had plenty of volunteers to blow 
cool air on my naked body." The ladies giggled at each other remembering the event.

70 girls against 600 warriors and she broke a nail? Nobody could stop this force! He financially owned 
the cartel through a series of long-standing loans and trafficking infrastructure, but even he had never 
dreamed of imposing his will, let alone taking them out. It was just a profit center. He nodded. "You 
have it all."

"Good work Tami." Mistress turned off the monitor. "I thought so." She reached for his head with her 
long fingers. She took a moment to brush his wet hair tenderly from his wide, shocked eyes. "Relax 
baby. It's almost over." Her hands closed around his skull as her full lips brushed his quivering mouth in 
a kiss. Her lips moved to his ear and she rumbled, "Say goodbye to your life, pissant."

"Hu?" He tensed with fear.

Her hands twisted violently to one side taking his skull with them, then sharply in another direction. A 
wet crack and SNAP filled the room. Jason Talbot shuddered and went limp on his desk. Blood dripped 
from his nose.
 
Mistress experienced that remarkable full body orgasm she always experienced while killing someone 
with her bare hands - always letting them know just before it comes. She cried out and shivered all 
over. Cum burst passed her strap on to slither down the insides of her long legs to the tops of her shiny 
boots. She reached down and picked up Jason's free tooth from the desk. She wiped it on his shirt, then 
tucked it into her skirt waist. "A souvenir. I'll add it to the pretty necklace of victim teeth I'm making. 
Much less garish than Holly's wall of scalps. And it will go nicely with a black evening dress."

Mistress unstrapped herself from the boner and fingered herself absently, just living in the afterglow for 
a moment. She chuckled and murmured, "God I'm horny. Those twins will walk funny when I'm through 
with them tonight." Collecting herself, steadying her pulse, Mistress pulled the boner out and stuffed it 
deep into Jason's open mouth and down his throat.

"Roxanne? Evacuate. Set the destruct sequence for seven point five minutes. We're done here." She 
strode to the black panel without looking back. Her skirt bounced on her rollicking bare buns as they 
snapped left and right with her purposeful stride. She scanned her hand and spoke her code word, 
"Dominate."

THIS FACILITY WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN SEVEN MINUTES AND THIRTY SECONDS.

The wall opened revealing an egg shaped capsule. She folded her long frame into it and the wall closed.

SEVEN MINUTES.

* * * * *

Rumor has it that Mr. Talbot retired. Who knows where a man like that ended up? As luck would have it 
a new company, Mistress Enterprises, has an impressive set of capabilities that dovetails nicely with 
what Mr. Talbot set up and adds some key improvements. Their tall beauty of a spokeswoman comes 
highly recommended by the vice president of the United States. She's been seen around the capital for 
years, but remains something of a mystery.