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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.
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I had carefully engineered my own death so that I could pursue Miriam’s murderers and had gotten many of those responsible. Yet, along the way, because of Hans’ betrayal, I had been caught by the authorities, and so I was recruited by a covert multi-national agency known simply as The Organization. Its primary focus was transnational criminal activity and human rights violations. Consequently, its activities crossed borders and jurisdictions. It works with governmental and non-governmental entities. In extreme situations, it has the capability to conduct direct action, as when we snatched Mr. Action from a hotel in Stockholm.
Having been – involuntarily – recruited had good points and bad. Among the bad points were that my moves were now constrained, and I was on a leash held by the guy Hans betrayed me to, Victor Reinhard.
The good points were that I no longer had to hide from the authorities, and I could go back to being myself – at least for the moment. I had to be careful not to expose myself to the mob that had killed my Mistress, as they might decide to kill me as well. Yet, so far as I knew, they were unaware of my activities and may have considered me either dead or of no account.
Regardless, now that I was alive again, I had to put my real life back together – and decide what I wanted that life to be without Miriam or my son.
First, I decided to reclaim my name – and, perhaps, improve it. I had been Veronika Wolf, taking Miriam’s name when we became legal partners. However, now I decided to accept the full surname, the one Miriam hadn’t used, and call myself Veronika Von Wolf.
It seems like a little thing, but in Europe, the “Von” announced that I was an aristocrat. Even though Europe professes itself profoundly democratic and equal, there is an undercurrent of deference to aristocrats. It was also an elite club that I had married into. And with Hans to back me up, it was one I could now claim, and make use of.
Next, I could employ my above-board assets – and both spend and invest them, including investing in myself. I was Miriam’s heir, and that gave me gobs of money, plus ownership of a big chunk of stock in one of Germany’s prime Mittelstadt companies involved in logistics and manufacturing. I could use those contacts and resources as well.
I thought about what I wanted to accomplish now, with both Victor’s Organization and my own inherited resources to back me. And I decided to start my journey almost where it began.
In bed.
Krystol opened the door and gawped at me, mouth open.
“Katja? I mean, Veronika? What on Earth happened to you? You look terrible!”
“May I come in?”
She hesitated, then swung the door wide, and I walked through.
Although I had stayed with Hans and Marie – and Eric – for almost two weeks, and while Marie had worked hard to fatten me up, I had still lost almost twenty percent of my body weight in training. Consequently, even though I was dressed well with hair and make-up, I was still gaunt and looked as if I had been put through a wringer.
I turned, “Hi, Krystol,” and gave her a nervous smile.
She hung on one heel for a moment, then gathered me into her arms to hug me, and turned and walked me into her magnificent apartment, arm around my shoulder. “Well, it’s clear that important things have happened to you. Come in, and I’ll get you a glass of wine, and you can tell me all about it.”
So she did, and I did, giving her a reasonably honest account of where I had been, and what I had done. I only left out security details, such as the real name of The Organization, or where the various bases were located. I didn’t try to lie to her, and when she pressed me on details I wasn’t allowed to give her, I demurred.
I told her in general terms how Mr. Action and Mr. Money had been taken down. She asked some questions about that, especially as she had helped me get to Action. Her questions implied that she thought I had merely been a honey pot and that others had done the dirty work. I didn’t disabuse her.
Then she turned to my physical appearance – why I looked so gaunt, what had happened to me. I didn’t tell her I’d been betrayed by Hans to Victor. Instead, I told her I’d been offered an opportunity to continue my hunt with considerably greater resources to back me up. However, to access them, I had to endure a rigorous training program and be accepted as a recruit of The Organization.
“You obviously passed,” she commented wryly. She had always been smart, so I just nodded.
“Good for you.” She sat silent for a moment. “So, what does this mean for you and me?”
I thought about her question. “Well, two things. First, I would like to continue working for you, staying on your roster as Katja DeJong and using ‘Sirena’ as my working name. It will be sporadic as I have other calls on my time, but when I’m available, I’ll take whatever jobs you want me to. Occasionally, there may be someone I need to get close to, since you know, or can reach, just about anyone who has money in Europe. When I need to do something like that, I promise I will let you know what’s going on, but I may not be able to tell you why. There will always be important reasons.”
I paused and looked at her, but all I saw was her poker face, so continued. “If we can do this together, it will gain you friends in high places – plus, of course, I’ll work for you for free when I can.
“If you’re not okay with all that, then please, just forget we had this conversation. But I would still like to remain friends.”
She thought about it. I knew she was smart, and so I knew she understood that we were talking about a shift in the power dynamic between us. She would also realize that having powerful friends probably also meant having powerful enemies and that there was a potential risk to her.
Finally, she began by talking about her family, and how much they meant to her, then looked at me hard and asked if she could really trust me.
I nodded and said yes. I pointed out that I had put my trust in her by coming to see her and telling her so much. I was risking a lot just to be here.
She sat still, and I could tell she was thinking it through, considering it from all angles.
Finally, she agreed. Then laughing, she asked if this meant we could still have sex.
I laughed. “Absolutely!”
She smiled, got up, pulled some handcuffs out of a desk drawer, and walked over.
“Stand up,” she said, ice and command in her voice, a cold smile on her face. I shivered in anticipation and stood.
“Strip.”
I quickly skinned out of my clothes, then stood there, naked.
She moved in on me, put one hand in my hair, and pulled, then leaned in and kissed me hard. I put my arms around her neck and kissed back.
Eventually, she broke, moved back, turned me, pulled my hands behind me, then clicked the cuffs around my wrists. I shivered again, then felt her hand move back into my hair, grabbing it, this time to control me.
She pulled me into the soundproof playroom where she kept her toys and walked me over to a thick rod suspended horizontally between two poles. Positioning me in front of the rod, she bent down and fastened my ankles to the poles, spreading my feet wide, then pushed me over the rod, causing me to bend forward, tits hanging down. She attached alligator clips to my nipples, then clipped the chain that attached them together to another chain attached to the floor between my feet. Finally, she slowly pulled that chain tight, so my tits were stretched, and I was locked into a forward bend over the rod, leaving my ass and cunt open to whatever she might want to do.
She moved away, then came back shortly, and I felt cool liquid dripping on my puckered back passage. She started to massage it in, working first one finger, then two, and finally three in and out as I breathed slowly and tried to relax my anal sphincter. She stepped back, then started to push something fat and slick into my ass, working it in and out until it was seated completely inside me, the sphincter now containing it rather than resisting it.
I heard a click, and it started to vibrate, causing my ass to shake, and indirectly shaking my upper body and pulling slightly on my pinched nips.
Next, she worked her fingers into my pussy. This was much easier as I was already dripping. Being dominated this way had always been a turn-on for me, and Kristol reminded me of Miriam in the way she used my body for our mutual pleasure.
Once she was satisfied my pussy was soaked and gaping, she slipped something inside. Based on my previous experiences, I guessed it was a vibrator egg she’d placed in my cunt – and, sure enough, it, too, started to vibrate.
She moved around in front of me, slowly stripped off her clothes, letting me watch, although I couldn’t see as far up as her face. She reached over and picked up an old friend – a crop – then pulled a chair around in front of me. Seating herself close, she placed her thighs on either side of my head and spoke.
“We’re going to have a race, you and I. If you can make me cum first, I’ll allow you to orgasm over and over again until you beg me to stop. If you cum first, even once, before I do, then I’ll make sure you regret it. Then I’ll leave you here like this while I go to lunch.
“Do we understand each other?”
By now, I was panting, so I just nodded.
“Good. Then start eating my pussy, slut, while I play with yours.”
I buried my face between her legs and started to lick and move her pink, puffy inner lips aside so I could reach her pearl. I had to turn my head up, which made my neck ache. I got to work licking and sucking her lips, fucking her hole with my tongue, and furiously lapping her clit.
Then I felt a sharp sting as the crop smacked against my clit, jolting me, and making me jump, yanking on my tits. Kristol started to tap my clit with the tip of the crop, setting up a regular smack … smack … smack … but varying how hard she slapped me.
My whole body shook, jerking on my nips painfully, which were now burning.
I hurried, desperate to be allowed to cum – but not too soon! I needed to make her cum first, so got busy, eating her as best I could while she made my body twitch and jerk and ache and squirm with her divine abuse.
Later, I sat back, replete after the sumptuous lunch we had just finished. My body ached, especially my tits, clit, and ass from the abuse, but it was a good ache, and I sighed, floating and satisfied.
Kristol smiled at me. “Good?”
I shook my head. “Great,” I sighed again, “but I’m not going to be much good for anything else today.”
She gazed at me for a moment, a slight smile playing on her lips, then stood up and said, “Come.”
Shakily, I stood. She threaded her arm through mine and walked me to another room – her bedroom. She peeled back the covers. “In,” was all she said.
I slid my naked body between the sheets and sighed again.
“Sleep while I go to work. We’ll play again later – after I take you out for supper.”
Leaning in, she kissed me warmly on the mouth, then left, closing the door behind her.
I knew she felt threatened by my newly dominant official position. I also knew that she had used her sexual dominance of me to balance things in her emotions. And I was good with that.
I slept.
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I stayed and played with Kristol for four days; then, it was time for me to move on. I had other things to organize and needed someone else to help me with my plans.
Ingrid was someone else I wanted in my life, and for more than one reason, but she presented a very different problem from Kristol.
Kristol knew a lot about me and my life, my real life. She knew about Miriam, and who I was hunting, and why. She knew me and my family’s background. And she knew what I was capable of, and didn’t underestimate me as she’d seen what happened to people – mostly men – who had.
Ingrid knew nothing of this. She only knew of me as Anika VanDyke, someone who was clever, who had worked for her, and with whom she was compatible in bed, Dominant to submissive, Vader to Schatzi. I had to gauge what she could accept, and whether I could trust her.
Moreover, since my working life was now in the shadows with Victor and The Organization, I had to be careful what I told her. I could not – was not allowed – to tell her the truth about what I did for them. Or, at least, not all of it. Ingrid was still under the impression that I had quit work to take care of my deathly ill mother. Explaining my weight loss and change of physique would, in itself, be a challenge.
But it wasn’t wanting another playmate that caused me to sound Ingrid out. I had bigger plans, and she could be critical to them – but only if she wanted a change in her life. If she was happy where she was, and with what she was doing, then I would walk away and leave her alone, and let her think that I had just dropped by to say hello – and goodbye. I didn’t want to put her life in danger without her knowledge.
It was a delicate dance I was contemplating.
I tailed her from the office on a Friday evening, using the surveillance techniques I had been taught. Then I waited a reasonable period to see if she was going out clubbing, or – hopefully – staying in for the night.