I looked up at Victor, frowning. “I know you have it, Aloisia, and I’m not going to let you take it into the interview room. So, hand over your razor. Please.” And he held out his hand. I looked away, breathing hard, then faced him again. “Victor, you don’t understand. I could kill him with my bare hands. It was your people who taught me how to do that, remember?” Victor smirked, “Yes, I remember. But I also remember a yo...

Smirnov and I were both naked, just winding up a night of fucking and getting ready to sleep. I was on my knees with his hands forcing my head forward, shoving his cock down my throat while I sucked him in long, lingering strokes, deep-throating him and licking his balls each time. I had my finger up his ass, massaging his prostate, and could tell he was just about to cum when the raiders hit. I heard running footsteps. T...

Every once in a while, Fate deals you an ace instead of a deuce. I was fortunate to receive such a present – gift-wrapped – before Victor tasked me with gathering information on Aleksandr “Sandr” Smirnov, and luring him to a jurisdiction where we could detain him. And it happened, as it so often seems to in my life, because of sex. ~~~~~ I’ve mentioned before that I kept up my relationship with Kristol, becoming one of he...

I was up in doggie position when Ivan finally came, panting hard and sweating. He fell forward onto my back, but held himself up to avoid crushing me with his weight, his hairy chest tickling my back. Reaching up, he gently squeezed my right nipple, then rolled off and onto his back on the bed. “Oh, fuck, Katja. You really are the best,” he gasped, then extended his arm out. I rolled over and snuggled into his body, and w...

Previously: Ingrid turned to me, “You lied to me. How do I know that anything you say now is true? How do I know you have the kind of money necessary to pull this off?” “How about I prove to you that I have the money, and promise to tell you most – not all – of what’s happened to me, and why I had to do things this way. Will you take the job?” She stared at me, then nodded. “Probably,” was all she said. I nodded, “Then ho...

------------------------------ Ingrid yanked open a drawer, grabbed her strap-on, hurriedly fitted it to herself, then pushed my legs up to my shoulders. She rubbed the tip of the dong between my kitty lips, then shoved it home, hard, ramming it deep inside me. I squealed – but not too loudly. It had taken a lot of effort to get myself into this position. And I was determined to enjoy it. ~~~~~ I had carefully engineered...

They took control – and I let them. She got out her harness, fitted a medium-big dildo in it, then had me get up in doggie position and took me slowly from behind. Meanwhile, he knelt in front of me, his cock in my mouth. They started working me in unison, moving towards each other, then away at the same time. It felt like I was being squeezed between them, his cock pushing down my throat and she was pushing me towards hi...

I shook the water from my head, coughing and trying to catch my breath. I had lost track of time – which is easy to do when you’re being waterboarded. Waterboarding sounds so gentle – sort of like surfing, I guess. Except it’s actually more like they’re trying to drown you, but stopping just short. Repeatedly. I hated it, which was sort of the point. The head interrogator’s leering face came into view. “You thought you wo...

Two days before I met with Hans – and, involuntarily, Victor – I made an appointment with Kristol. I had practical reasons for wanting to get reacquainted with her, but also thought she was sexy as hell and wanted to get her into bed again. She reminded me of Miriam – she was tall, blonde, and imperious, which made her a real turn-on for me. Kristol ran an escort agency that specialized in extraordinary experiences for hi...

I was riding Hans’ cock in cowgirl, smiling at him. Reaching up, I put my hands behind my head in a gesture of submission, but I wasn’t doing it for the reason Hans expected… ~~~~~ The hall door closed behind Hans’ friend, Victor Reinhard, who was now my controller, whatever that meant. This was not in the traditional way that a slave is controlled by her master or mistress. Instead, Victor was going to run me as his agen...

Someone was stroking my hair and saying my name. My real name. “Nika…Nika…Veronika, it’s time to wake up…Nika…” I opened my eyes and found Hans cradling my head in his lap. He smiled when I looked at him. “There you are!” I started to sit up, and he put a hand on the middle of my chest. “Wait, please, liebchen. Let me tell you some things before you go berserk again, ja?” I blinked, then said, “I’m listening.” Hans sighed...

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Mickey Mouse! And naughty boys get punished!” I brought the ruler down hard on his naked ass, causing him to flinch. I kept at it until I’d given him a dozen hard smacks, which his stiff cock told me he was enjoying. I called him Mickey Mouse because his ears stuck out, and he told me to call him Mickey instead of his real name, Mykola. By the time we had reached that state of play, he seemed t...

I gripped the far edge of the desk, legs spread, bent over, face down, and naked as Mikhail fucked me from behind, pulling my hair with one hand in order to fuck me harder while stopping to smack my ass every once in a while. My already-sensitive tits were rubbing along the grubby blotter on his desk, and pencils and pens were being pushed or rolled to the sides, threatening to fall off as the desk shook while he porked a...

I was on my knees, his cock in my throat while he spoke on the phone. I was working him in and out of my mouth, trying to get him to cum quickly, but his attention was focused on his conversation. He let one hand heavily fall on my head, his pinky ring knocking painfully on my skull. That hand also held a cigar which he would suck on between bursts of conversation. I just hoped that the jackass didn’t set fire to my hair....

Once again, I was wearing my prettiest outfit, with the almost-translucent blouse and the skirt that I had shortened, held together with tape and staples. Once again, I went to the bar in the expensive hotel, hoping to get picked up by a high-roller – and once again, I was. This time it was a woman, and a cold, beautiful, scary one at that. Blonde, statuesque, regal good looks, definitely Teutonic. A Valkyrie. I tried to...