This is a sequel to “Divided Loyalty”
Undivided Loyalty
“This is very good Intel, Jack” project leader Kerrigan said, nodding approvingly in his direction.
Jack was relieved—Good, I damn near lost my mind getting this information.
Recalling the terrible psychological torture he went through, Jack was just happy the spy swap went through so quickly. After days of constant audio stimulation and sleep deprivation, he was just about to break.
But I didn’t, Jack thought, I held onto who I am, and that got me through.
It hadn’t been easy to withstand his torture, but his loyalty to self, family, and country sustained his will throughout it all. Semper fi, you Russian bitches.
“With the information uploaded from the Russian Defense Ministry’s server, we are now monitoring thousands of emails, as well as hundreds of documents. Our analysts are combing through this information to find out where our next mission will be.”
Jack saw a few glances coming his way. Some looked like admiration—after all, this mission was considered extreme risk—but some were showing concern. Probably wondering if there’s a loose screw up in my head, Jack surmised.
“…So preliminary reports show an interesting development on the Ukrainian front; it appears that multiple KGB agents are currently present in Western Ukraine, trying to buy off local politicians. We are not sure what they are buying them off for exactly, but we suspect it is related to Russia’s recent attempts to annex Eastern Ukraine, along the Black Sea.”
Jack was studying his supervisor, Jane Kerrigan, as she spoke to their intel group. She was still fairly young, in her early forties, and Jack used to flirt with her at times. Of course, Jack liked to flirt with just about every woman at the CIA, almost to a pathological end, but that was just his personality.
Looking at Jane now, however, Jack didn’t have any sexual feelings for her. He would have assumed that after his ordeal in Moscow, he would’ve wanted to reconnect with people back home, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. In fact, Jack found that he preferred to avoid most of the women at work. Maybe that’s why he was getting some odd looks from them.
“Dismissed” Kerrigan said. Oh well, time for my psych evaluation.
“Was there any period of time that you couldn’t recall during your captivity?” she asked Jack.
“Well, the noise and lights kept me awake most of the time, so I wasn’t really asleep at all” Jack laughed. He had been interviewed for almost 20 minutes now on what happened, and it was starting to get on his nerves.
“No, what I’m trying to get at is—do you believe there was ever a time when you were not fully aware of what was going on, like you were in a dream?” she clarified. Jack wasn’t really sure what she was getting at.
“Like, I was drugged or something?” he asked.
“Yes, or something of that nature.” Jack was talking to Ms. Gomez, one of the Agency’s psychologists responsible for psych debriefings.
Jack thought back to his captivity, which really seemed like one huge waking nightmare-
“No, I don’t think so. I never felt calm or relaxed. Always high-strung, you know?” Of course she wouldn’t know, Jack thought. Gomez was another woman Jack had always had a thing for, but right now she was the only person between him and clearance for his next mission.
“Of course, Jack.” She gave a long pause, “Listen, Jack, I know this was tough for you; a lot of agents who return from captivity exhibit post-traumatic stress disorder symptoms. They think they are ready to get back into the field, when really they are trying to avoid the stressful memories of imprisonment through work… I think you should take some time off.”
“Wait, you aren’t clearing me?” Jack asked incredulously. There was no way a paper pusher was going to stop Jack from serving his country.
“It’s standard practice, Jack” Gomez tried to explain, “Every agent must take mandatory leave after an ordeal like this. My hands are tied”
Oh my gosh, there’s no way around it, is there?
“How long?” Jack asked, firmly.
“Two weeks” she said, “That’s all. Just try to go someplace to relax and forget about work for a while. It will give you time to process what happened to you.”
“I wasn’t sexually abused, Amy” Jack snapped, “It was just some really shitty music and a strobe light in my face. I don’t need to get over it!”
Jack got up from his seat-
“Please, don’t get upset, Jack. It’s not my fault!”
Yeah, sure it’s not, Jack thought, slamming the door behind him.
Eventually Jack grew to like the idea of a vacation, and settled on Ibiza—a small but highly popular Spanish island east of Valencia. He had travelled there only once, and found the nightlife very visually stimulating. With a combination of secluded villages, beautiful beaches, and modern nightclubs, Ibiza had anything Jack would be in the mood for.
On Jack’s first day on Ibiza, he planned to spend most of it outside in the beautiful, sunny 75° weather.
“Ahhh, much better” Jack said aloud to himself, remembering how cold Moscow was only a few days prior.
Jack left the beach hotel with his umbrella and cooler in tow. He planned on just relaxing by the water, listening to the gentle Mediterranean waves and watching the young people walk around.
Jack could’ve joined in with the younger adults vacationing here. After all, he was only 27 years old and in fine shape. At 6′ tall, Jack was taller than most of the guys here, and at 210 pounds of muscle, much stronger-looking too. From his previous visit, he remembered distinctly hooking up with a Swedish woman from Stockholm in the Mojito Club.
That was a good time, Jack reminisced. He hadn’t explored the coastline to find the more secluded areas back then, favoring the young crowds that kept by the hotels, but maybe he would do that now.
Settling on a nice spot away from other people (as well as he could during the vacationing months), Jack lay on his beach towel and cracked open a Corona. At times he would sit under the umbrella in his chair and watch people walk by behind his mirrored sunglasses, and other times he would sunbathe and feel the warmth of the sun on his skin.
Normally Jack would’ve been turned on by the beautiful women walking the beach, with their exposed skin and elegant features. Many of the women here had bronzed skin, which used to excite Jack. He remembered how he tried seducing a young Spanish girl with one of his pick-up lines—“Chica, hace calor aquí, o es usted?” (Girl, is it hot here, or is it you?). She just flipped him off and kept walking. Haha. Yup, good times.
Jack spent most of the day on the beach, just soaking in the sun and sights. He noticed a few furtive glances coming his way from some of the women, but he never returned their flirtations. Nearing the end of the day, Jack was still sitting by himself, having sat in silence for hours.
Although the setting was relaxing, Jack did feel a bit of loneliness, which was odd for him. He was always a people-person, and enjoyed chatting with people. Being in a strange place, with the strange mood he was in, made him feel isolated.
Maybe that PTSD thing is real, Jack thought.
When Jack got back to his hotel room, he wasn’t too interested in heading out to the hotel club, or any of the nightclubs nearby. He just wanted to eat a nice dinner and relax to some nice tv.
At the hotel restaurant, which was surprisingly good, Jack ate Cochinillo asado (roast suckling pig) from Segovia and freshly-prepared Gazpacho soup. The waiter must’ve felt bad for Jack, seeing him all alone, so he asked Jack what he was planning to do.
“Pues”, Jack said, “Deseo relajarse en mi cuarto, mirar television probablemente” (Well, I want to relax in my room, watch television probably)
“Ah, muy bien, senor. Puedo sugerir una película? Puedes marcar ‘299’ en el teléfono para ver nuestras películas.” (Ah, very good, mister. May I suggest a movie? You can dial ‘299’ on the telephone to see our movies)
“Gracias, senor” Jack responded, “Quizás” (maybe)
Jack finished his meal and went up to his room. Looking out the window, he could see the neon lights not too far from the hotel down below. Meh, not tonight.
Lying down on the bed, Jack propped his head up and turned on the tv. Hmmm, there’s nothing good on right now.
Remembering what the waiter had told him, Jack picked up the hotel phone and dialed 299.
An automated message of a male voice, and one that seemed too damn happy for Jack’s taste, sounded through the handset-
“Hola amigo! Bienvenidos al Hotel Delfín! Gracias por estar con nosotros, esperamos que disfrutes tu estancia aquí. Si necesitas algo, marca ‘1’ en tu teléfono. De su seleccion, le estamos dirigiendo a nuestro menu de peliculas especiales.” (Hello friend! Welcome to the Dolphin Hotel! Thank you for staying with us, we hope you enjoy your stay here. If you need anything, dial ‘1’ on your telephone. From your selection, we are directing you to our special movie menu)
A special movie list? Oh geez, it’s probably a porno. If the acting is as bad as American pornography, this is going to be comical.
“Por favor, espera para que le podemos conectar al siguiente menu” (Please wait so that we can connect you to the following menu). Jack waited for a bit before hearing a different voice on the line-
“Hello, my name ease Nataliya. How may I be of assistance?” From the guttural way the woman pronounced the ‘h’ sound in ‘hello’, Jack knew the accent was definitely Russian.
“Uh, sorry, I think I have the wrong number” Jack responded. He was about to hang up the phone and forget about this whole movie thing.
“NO” the voice said, emphatically. Jack was surprised at the tone. “You have right number. We will provide you with movie list on television. Please turn on television and go to channel 984 to select from list of movies.” Okay…why did I have to call in the first place? Jack wondered.
Jack dialed in ‘984’ on the large flat screen tv hanging on the wall, waiting for the movie list to come up.
“Have you gone to channel 984?” he heard her say.
“Yeah, I’m there now” Jack acknowledged. The channel screen still appeared to be loading, however.
“Good. Very good” Jack heard her say.
“The screen is still loading, though” Jack informed the female voice.
“That is okay. Screen vill load shortly. For now, you vill vait. Can you listen to my voice?”
“Yeah, I can hear you” Jack said.
“This is good. I need you to listen to my voice, very carefully. Can you do that?”
Jack was thinking that despite the thick accent, the woman’s voice was pretty sexy. “Uh, yeah, I can do that” he quickly responded, after a brief pause.
“Verrry good. Just listen to my voice and follow commands. Then you may vatch vat you desire.”
Jack noticed he was becoming a little aroused, which hadn’t happened much at all today.
“Listen to my voice…and follow commands. Can you do that for me?” The voice seemed a little concerned, and Jack didn’t want to disappoint her.
“Yes” was his only response.
“Goood” the sultry voice crooned. “Just follow commands, and you will get what you desire.”
Jack stared blankly at the screen, which was still in the process of loading.
“Go and press speaker button on phone, then set phone on table. Do it now.” Jack pressed the button and set the phone on the nightstand.
“Can you still hear me?” the voice sounded over the phone’s speaker.
“Yes”
“Good, now I vant you to close your eyes and listen…listen only to my voice…are you concentrating on my voice?” she asked him.
“Yes” he said, eyes closed. He was feeling pretty relaxed, even though his pants were tented.
“Gooood. I vill help you relax. Just focus on my voice, and follow instructions.” Jack felt like he needed to relax.
“I vant you to breathe in, and breathe out. Deep and slow.” Jack took a deep breath, and let it out.
“As you breathe out, you feel stress leave body. Each breath out, you feel more…and more…relaxed” Jack kept breathing in and out, feeling the stress diminish each time. He wasn’t aware of how long he was doing the breathing exercise when the new instruction came to him
“Verrry good. It pleases me ven you follow instruction. Soon, you vill achieve your desire. But first, I vant you to imagine yourself at the top of stairs. See yourself standing at the top, looking down.”
Jack saw himself standing, expressionless, at the top of a staircase.
“I vill count down from 10.” Jack waited for his next instruction.
“Ten, you are standing at the top of stairs with eyes closed. You feel pull towards bottom of stairs.”
“Nine, you feel body relaxing, letting go of control”
“Eight, you take another step down, and you feel lighter, like weight being lifted.”
Jack’s conscious mind stopped working, focused only on the image of himself going down the stairs, and the voice that led him there.
“Seven, you feel comfort like you never knew, like you are in a safe place.”
Jack smiled slightly, his mouth open.
“Six, you are becoming lighter now. Ready to float away”
Jack imagined himself moving more slowly down the next step.
“Five, you are falling deeper and deeper, feeling more relaxed and calm”
Jack’s mind was numbing, losing all awareness.
“Four…”
Jack continued to sink
“Three, you feel…”
Jack followed the voice, trusting it implicitly.
“Two, ven you hear me say ‘one’, you vill enter complete darkness. Your only thought vill be my voice…”
“One”
And everything went black.
Theodora had successfully coaxed Mr. Harrison into a hypnotized state, accessing his subconscious while entirely circumventing the conscious state. She had done this procedure on him only a week ago, in the underground bunker underneath the same Defense Ministry building that he had successfully infiltrated. During Jack’s incarceration, Commandant Ilyas had already tried, and failed, to use sleep deprivation to break his will.
But Theodora’s techniques were vastly superior.
Using the sleep deprivation and sensory stimulation to her advantage, Theodora was able to quickly convince Jack that she was on his side, there to expedite his release. She correctly assumed that her femininity and pleasant demeanor would contrast nicely with the brutal tactics of the KGB, confusing Jack’s weakened mind to perceive her as an ally.
Before his mind could process the danger, Theodora assaulted him again, but with sexuality. Although none of them knew about Jack’s background, Theodora quickly surmised that he was a very sexually active man, and prone to sexual desire.
It was this sexual desire that Theodora used to her advantage, allowing her to lull Jack into hypnosis. From that point on, Theodora only had to play mind games with him-
Theodora smiled when she thought back to their first encounter. Although Jack was hypnotized and only using his subconscious, he still had his free will and would resist anything he didn’t want to do. Theodora tested it immediately after hypnosis by asking him his name, but he would not give it up.
To get around his stubborn will, Theodora gave Jack commands that he would follow. At first, Theodora commanded Jack that he could not ejaculate until she allowed him to. Then, she teased him with her sexuality—rubbing her body, talking dirty to him, and eventually stroking his cock.
Once the sexual build up was more than he could handle, Jack succumbed to his lustful desires, giving into Theodora.
Mmmmm, Theodora thought. That got me hot.
After learning his name, Theodora allowed Jack to cum, which caused him to pass out.
The second stage to Theodora’s plan was to recreate that same level of trust and submission, but in a waking state. To do this more difficult task, Theodora arranged for Jack and her to “escape” the Defense Ministry building, together. Fortunately for her, Theodora had successfully hypnotized Jack after he ejaculated in the prison cell, wiping any memory of her or the torture he endured. Jack had no idea that Theodora wasn’t actually a fellow CIA agent, but the KGB’s foremost interrogator. After a few cues from her, Jack was puddy in her hands, and she was able to plant more commands without him knowing.
So now here she was, totally in control and about to deepen Jack’s submission. Despite being thousands of miles away, Theodora had command of Jack’s undivided attention. And soon, his undivided loyalty.
“Listen to my voice, and follow commands” Theodora intoned through the phone’s speaker. She didn’t hear anything through the phone, so she continued
“You like to follow my voice, to do vatever it tells you, da?”
“Da” Jack said.
“Verrry good. It pleases me to hear you submit to me. You do vant to submit to me, da?”
“Da” Jack said, in the same monotone.
“Goood” Theodora murmured. “Now listen carefully—you are very aroused right now, aren’t you my pet?”
“Da”
“Yesss, verrry aroused at the sound of my voice. Are you vearing pants?”
“Da”
“I vant you to take your pants and undervear off for me, my pet. Tell me ven you are done.” Theodora waited for half a minute.
“Done” came Jack’s voice.
“Very good. As you listen to my voice, you are becoming more and more aroused. But you cannot move your body, not until I tell you to. Do you understand?”
“Da”. Theodora wished she could be there to witness Jack’s total submission, but she knew time was of the essence.
“Alright, now I vant you to look at the television.” Jack looked blankly at the tv screen, which was now a live stream to Theodora’s office. Theodora was seated at her desk, the camera showing the top of her torso.
Theodora was wearing a silver fur coat over her body, concealing the outfit underneath. She had rich, shining brown hair which fell straight down from her head. Her bright green eyes pierced through the screen, locking in with Jack’s own. She wore bright red lipstick, which contrasted with her pale skin.
“I vant you to study me, to bask in my presence.” Jack continued to stare, slowly moving his eyes around.
“I am in control, and you vant to obey my commands. Say it.”
“You are in control…and I want to obey your commands” Jack repeated.
“You are in love with me, and no other woman can arouse you. Repeat.”
“I am in love with you…and no other woman can arouse me.”
“Verrry good, my pet. I enjoy ven you submit to me.” Theodora thought she saw a dumb smile start to appear on Jack’s face.
“As you listen to my voice, you vill be more aroused. As you gaze upon my beauty, you vish to fulfill my command. Da?”
“Da” Jack said, without any pause.
“You vood do anything for me, da?” Theodora said, cocking her head a little.
“Da” Jack breathed. He must be ready to climax soon, Theodora realized. Looking at his cock, she was able to confirm it.
“Vood you betray your country?” she asked him.
She saw Jack’s face scrunch up a little in confusion. His subconscious was starting to fight back, but that was no matter.
“N-no” Jack said, unsure of himself.
“And vood you betray your family, all your friends back home?”
“No” Jack said, more forcefully.
“Remember that you cannot move your body, until I tell you. Vat do you think of me? Be honest”
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” Jack said, with admiration.
“Good, it pleases me to hear you say that. Vood you like to cum now, my pet?”
“Yes” Jack groaned.
“You vill only cum ven I let you. Now, look at me and gaze at my beauty, becoming more lustful with every second.” Theodora stroked her neck with one hand, craning her head to the side.
Pulling away slowly with one hand, Theodora pulled on the left lapel of her fur coat, revealing a bright red and yellow string bikini. She could hear him moaning at the sight of her massive chest, which he was already acquainted with from before. She studied him closely as she tantalizingly pulled on the right lapel of her fur coat, slowly drawing the coat off her shoulders.
“As you stare at my breasts, you feel yourself becoming smaller and smaller, veeker and veeker. You only feel lust for me, and feel yourself losing control of your mind”, Theodora said, while tracing around her cleavage with her finger. Her 36DD tits seemed to be spilling out of her bikini.
“Do you vant a closer look?” she asked him coyly.
Jack didn’t give an immediate answer, but did whine after a second.
“Good. I vant you to give in to your desires. Give yourself completely to me. Give in to my voice, and my beauty.” Theodora’s deep cleavage grew on the screen, and Jack’s eyes widened in response.
“As my breasts become bigger and bigger, you continue to lose control of yourself, thinking only with your penis.”
“Uhhhhh” Jack mournfully moaned again.
“Ven you give yourself completely to me, only then vill I give you release.” Theodora inched closer to the camera.
“But you must obey me without question; and betray your country and your friends, my pet. Only then vill you have release…”
Jack continued to stare at Theodora’s milky white tits, feeling overpowered by her sensuality. His mind could not take much more.
“Your cock longs for it, my pet. You cannot resist me any longer. Give in to your desire.” Theodora slowly massaged her breasts, adding to Jack’s longing.
“Give yourself to me fully, and verk for me, becoming my slave. Only then vill you find happiness.”
“I know you vant to be my slave, pet. You long to be dominated by me. Your body has become mine, and soon your mind vill too”
“Uhhhh” Jack groaned, more plaintively. Theodora knew that he was pleading for her to make it stop.
“No, my pet, it vill not stop. Continue to give in to your desire, to give up everything you hold dear. Become loyal only to me” Theodora reiterated, eyes cast down at him. He was resisting more than she would’ve expected. Time to make the choice easy for him.
“Ven you see my perfect breasts, you vill lose all control and give in to me, becoming my slave forever. On the count of 3, you vill see my naked breasts and give in to your uncontrollable desire, professing your loyalty to only me.”
“One”. Theodora placed her hands behind her back, ready to untie the knot.
“Uhhhh” Jack mourned. He was sensing the end of his life as he knew it, but couldn’t escape.
“Two”
“Nuhhh”
“Three!” Theodora released the knot on the back of her bikini, dropping the bra to the desk. As soon as the bikini top came down, her chest was freed and the heaviness of her tit-flesh make it drop like a rock. The shock of her breasts dropping make them bounce and jiggle a little, which Jack caught every detail of. The sight of that heavenly bosom, mixed with Theodora’s countdown, finally broke Jack’s mind-
“Yes! Yes! Whatever you want! I am your slave!” Jack yelled at the tv.
“Promise to betray your country, family, and friends” Theodora harshly commanded.
“Yes, I am loyal only to you, master!” Jack wailed.
“Then you may move, pet. Cum for your master”
“AHHHHHHHHhhhhh” Jack yelled, spurting semen over himself and the bed. It only took a second after grabbing his purplish engorged penis before he climaxed.
The sudden release of built up sexual tension caused Jack’s body to twitch, but his mind continued to live in ecstasy. Images of Theodora’s breasts and the sound of her voice filled his mind, enveloping his psyche in a way that would change him forever. Instead of fear, anger, or pride, Jack’s mind was filled with feelings of servitude, humility, and lust.
Theodora was biting her lip, watching Jack squirm about. Feeling that her work had been accomplished for now, she brought a large vibrator out of her desk drawer and got to work pleasing herself. There was nothing in the world like the rush of dominating a man’s will, relishing in the power to command their minds. It made her feel so…sensual, and alive.
Theodora hummed in pleasure as the sex toy enhanced her arousal, bringing her closer to her own orgasm.
She watched Jack fall asleep, exhausted from the ordeal she put him through.
Mmmmm, but I’m not done with you yet, my pet.
At 5′10″, 170 pounds, Jeremy Kenshaw was in great shape, sporting a six-pack of abs and a narrow waist. He had brown hair and eyes, and looked to be in his mid-twenties.
None of that mattered now, though, because his cover was blown and he had to get out of the area.
Peering over his motorcycle, he quickly looked both ways before leaving the alley. He had spotted some known KGB agents, and followed them to a meeting with Artem Shevchenko, an underground Ukrainian mafia boss operating in Odessa.
Unfortunately for Jeremy, he was spotted by some mafia henchmen, so he had to zip out of there as fast as possible. Despite the lead he had, the mafia were gaining on him.
Cruising down one of the side streets of Odessa, Jeremy was only a mile away from his hotel.
“Oh shit!” Jeremy said. He saw the hotel doorman on his cell phone, and he seemed to be scanning the area. He may be working with the mafia, and with the Fort-12 pistol at his hip, Jeremy did not want to mess with him.
Just to be safe, Jeremy turned down another alley, hoping that he hadn’t been spotted. It was becoming increasingly dangerous for agents to operate in Ukraine these days, what with the recent murmurs of a revolution by Russian-ethnicity Ukrainians.
Jeremy’s bike slowly rumbled down in volume-
“Agent number Charlie-Uniform-Kilo-1-1-4-5, requesting immediate safe house. I’m hiding out near the Bristol hotel, which may be compromised. Please advise”
There was an audible click, “…Charlie-Uniform-Kilo-1-1-4-5, what is your mission go name?” a voice said over the phone.
“Barbarossa, over” Jeremy replied.
“Charlie-Uniform-Kilo-1-1-4-5, proceed to Shapoval street 2 clicks north of your position. Safe house is the Kozak Market after going west on Shapoval street half a click. Await further instructions.”
“Got it, thanks.” Jeremy hung up and quickly put his phone away.
Instead of taking the road he was just on, Jeremy continued down the alley to the next road, turning north. After five minutes, he reached Shapoval street. Turning left, he immediately found the market and slowed his bike.
Walking his bike through the small grocery store, Jeremy ignored the stares of the people inside. He just kept going to the back room, and left his bike in the storage room. He felt relieved when he saw the garage door, since that could be another exit if he needed to get out quick.
“Vybachte, ya mozhu vam dopomohty?” said a voice behind him. (Excuse me, can I help you?)
“Bezpechne mistse?” Jeremy responded (Safe place?)
“Syudy” (This way)
Jeremy followed the man, who took out a key and unlocked a door at the top of the stairs. Opening the door for him, the man ushered Jeremy in, then bowed his head and locked the door behind. Jeremy was now alone in a small room with wooden walls and very little sunlight. Its sparse decoration was mostly pictures of family and china flatware. An old antique grandfather clock ticked away the time.
There was a small bed located in the room, meaning this was one of the owner’s bedrooms. Walking around the room, however, Jeremy found a small bathroom and a closet nearby. There was also a fridge in the main room, and a small box tv. Judging by the amount of dust in the room, Jeremy surmised that it hadn’t been used for a while.
Jeremy heard a knock at the door, and immediately pointed his SIG-Sauer P228 at the door. A muffled voice came from behind the door-
“I’m coming in, please don’t shoot”. Jeremy could tell from the lack of accent that it wasn’t the owner, but someone American.
The door clicked and slowly creaked open. With his hands up, a man inched into the room, before slowly closing the door and locking it again.
He looked to be 6′ and over 200 pounds, much bigger than Jeremy. With his darker blonde hair and blue eyes, Jeremy was trying to get a read on his intentions. His eyes spoke friendliness, but there was something else in his expression-
“Hey, I’m Jack. The agency sent me to meet you. You’re Jeremy, right?” He still had his hands up.
“They didn’t tell me about you—“
Just then Jeremy’s phone rang. “Don’t move” he told Jack. Jack seemed to understand completely, staying by the wall.
“Yeah” Jeremy said, keeping his eyes on “Jack”.
“Who is this?” the familiar voice said.
“Sorry, agent Charlie-Uniform-Kilo-1-1-4-5 reporting. I am at the safe house with another individual who claims to be from the agency. Can you confirm?”
“…special agent Jack Harrison was assigned to debrief you and report to Langley. Were you followed?”
“No, I lost them a couple miles before reaching the safe house.”
“Good. Report to Agent Harrison and he will direct you from there. Stay tight, and we’ll get you out when we can. Over and out.”
Jeremy turned his phone off, and put his gun away. “Looks like you were telling the truth” he said.
“What a relief” Jack said, sarcastically.
“Care for a drink?” Jeremy said, walking over to the fridge. “There’s water and…milk”
“Haha, not your ideal safe house, is it?” Jack laughed.
“No, it’s not” Jeremy responded, looking around the room. He grabbed a bottle of water and started drinking.
“Hey listen Jeremy, I was updated on your mission, and I wanted to call in a local asset to help identify the men you saw. Did you get a good look at them?”
“Yeah, I only took a few pictures before I had to jet” Jeremey responded.
“That’s fine; we’ll use whatever you’ve got. We had suspicions that the Russians were working their way into the Western Ukrainian cities, trying to gather intel about the people and buying off locals. We think all these rumors about a revolution are true”, Jack said, leaning against the wall with his arms folded.
“Yeah, they told me to start surveilling some KGB agents after some communications were intercepted by our Electronic Information Taskforce.” Jeremy took another swig of water. He was noticing how thirsty he was, and how warm it was in here. Geez, it’s only May, and 67 degrees out. Why does he keep it so warm in here?
“Well” Jack said, diverting Jeremy’s attention back, “You can thank me for that little info. I planted one of EIT’s devices on a Defense Ministry server back in October.”
“Yeah, thanks” Jeremy said, dryly.
knock knock
Both men snapped their heads to the door, and Jeremy put his hand on his holster.
“Hello?” said a female voice from behind the door. It had a thick accent that could’ve been Russian or Ukrainian.
“That’s her” Jack said quickly. “Wait ‘til you get a load of this”, he smiled, turning on another light before going to the door. Wait, why? Jeremy thought.
Jack unlocked the door and opened it, and in walked one of the most beautiful women Jeremy had ever seen.
She had long, beautiful dark brown hair that had some sheen to it, despite the poor lighting. It fell straight down around her face, about shoulder length. She must’ve had make up on, because her skin was milk-white and flawless. With black eyeliner and mascara, her vivid green eyes were clearly visible from across the room. Jeremy stared at her eyes for a second more before noticing the crimson-red lipstick she had on her luscious lips.
Oh my gosh, she’s gorgeous.
The woman walked over to Jack and embraced him, pretending to kiss him on either cheek. If Jeremy hadn’t been so dumb-struck by her sudden appearance, he would’ve noticed that Jack had his eyes closed during the embrace.
She turned around to address Jeremy, who was now noticing what she was wearing—she had a white soft-shell jacket on zipped up all the way, with black leggings and an expensive-looking purse on the crook of her right arm. Jeremy then noticed how tight the form-fitting spring jacket was on her chest, and how wide her hips were.
Damn, who is she?
“And who may dis be?” she said, looking at Jeremy. There was a pause, and the woman looked at Jack for a response.
“Uh… this is Jeremy. He’s one of us” Jack finally blurted out. Jeremy was still looking at the woman, and didn’t notice Jack’s erection.
The woman walked slowly towards Jeremy, swinging one leg in front of the other, like a runway model. Her high heels made a thudding noise on the bare wood, the only sound in the room. She seemed to be studying him, her right hand lifted to her chin in a pensive pose.
As she got closer, Jeremy could not help but look at those gorgeous eyes. They were intense and focused, like that of a predator. It put Jeremy on edge.
Jack cleared his throat—“Nataliya here is an exotic dancer”— Boy, that explained so much, Jeremy realized, She’s got one Hell of a body, and she’s got that expression that strippers have when they seduce their clients.
Jeremy steeled himself and tried to match Nataliya’s intensity. When he did so, however, she opened her eyes a little wider and then lightly licked her top lip.
It was too much for Jeremy at that moment, so he briefly glanced at Jack, who seemed to be waiting for something.
“So, um, we should get started on the mission” Jeremy finally said, breaking the prolonged silence. He looked back at Nataliya and subconsciously swallowed in discomfort. She was still staring into him when she smirked a little and walked away. It was only then that Jeremy smelled the sweet perfume that was around Nataliya.
I don’t think I should get too close to her. I might lose my nerve.
Nataliya’s back was towards Jeremy, “Do you have picture?” she asked. Jeremy fumbled around for his phone, almost dropping it in the process. Get your shit together, Jeremy. You have a job to do.
Nataliya walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it, crossing her legs. They look strong, Jeremy thought, before bringing his attention back to his phone. He didn’t want to sit next to Nataliya, but he didn’t want to show how affected she was making his either.
By looking down at his phone, Jeremy also noticed his crotch, which was slowly growing. Oh geez, not now he chided himself.
“Can you get me vater?” she asked Jack, sweetly.
“Of course” he responded, quickly moving towards the fridge.
Jeremy saw down on the bed, almost a foot away from Nataliya. He scrolled to the pictures he had taken, and tried to reach over with the phone so that Nataliya could see it.
Instead, Nataliya uncrossed her legs and scooted right next to Jeremy, wafting more of her perfume in the process. From his peripheral view, Jeremy had a better look at Natliya’s side profile, noticing how much further her large chest seemed to jut out. He also noticed when she crossed her legs together again, rubbing her thighs in the process.
Jack came out with another bottle of water, and sat down on the other side of Nataliya. Jeremy was still concentrating on the pictures on his phone, trying to keep his cool.
“Hmmmm” Nataliya said, looking intently at the pictures. She was steadying Jeremy’s hand with her own. She scrolled through all the pictures he had.
“This is it?” She asked him.
“Yeah” Jeremy said, trying to keep his voice calm.
Nataliya let go of Jeremy’s hand and leaned away from him, “It is hot here, da?” she asked him.
“Yeah” Jeremy responded, rubbing his neck, “I’m not sure why”
“Do you mind?” she asked him, grabbing at her jacket zipper. Oh, don’t do it.
“Oh, yeah, sure…go ahead” he managed to say. Jeremy bit his lower lip in anticipation.
Looking off to the side, Nataliya zipped her white jacket apart, down below her chest. Underneath the jacket was a blue and purple bra, with swirled colors that reminded Jeremy of tie-dye. Opalescent rhinestones lined the psychedelic pattern, which drew more attention to her chest.
Oh my gosh. The push up bra securely held in her massive globes, lifting them to create a more rounded appearance to her breasts. The lift also created a deep cleavage, which Jeremy had a great view of from the side. Jeremy stared for a second more before realizing he was being rude, so he forcefully looked away.
“Are you hot too?” he heard her say. He looked over and saw that she was now turned towards him. The rhinestone glinted in the soft light, diverting his attention towards her chest briefly.
“Yeah” Jeremy said, before recomposing himself. “I mean, it’s hot in here. But I’m fine for now.”
“You should drink” she said, before handing him her bottle of water. He took it and drank some water, hoping it would alleviate the tension. The water had a weird taste to it, though.
Jeremy felt a hand on his leg, and looked to see Nataliya talking again—“I know some of those men, Jeremy. They are very dangerous. You should be careful.”
When Jeremy heard her say that, his mind finally clicked—the water is spiked!
Jeremy quickly got up from the bed, and set the water on the nightstand. Still looking at Nataliya, he spoke to Jack, “Jack, how well do you know this woman?” He pulled his pistol out, but didn’t raise it at her yet.
“A couple weeks”, Jack said, standing up from the bed. Jack looked confused, but Jeremy wasn’t about to trust anyone at this point. “Let me see the water” Jack asked him.
With one hand, Jeremy took the bottle and stretched out, now watching Jack’s movements. Jack, aware that Jeremy was watching him, took slow steps towards him.
After taking the water bottle and backing up, Jack took a cautious sip, smacking his lips together.
“It does taste a little funny” Jack said, furrowing his brow. “Don’t move” Jack said to Nataliya.
Nataliya stayed still as Jack rummaged through her purse, looking for something. Jeremy was now noticing a fuzziness in his brain, like he was losing focus.
“Did you find anything?” he asked Jack, impatiently. Jeremy noticed that Nataliya was watching him intently. This needs to hurry up, he thought.
Jack pulled out a small pink container, and shook it, “Yeah, there’s something in here”
“That is perfume, sweetie” Nataliya addressed Jack.
“Are you alright?” Jack said, looking at Jeremy with concern.
“Yeah, just a little woozy” Jeremy replied. “I think we should call this in, just in case. Y’know?”
“Sure” Jack replied, “Just give me a sec.” Pulling out his phone, Jack dialed and starting talking into it—“Yeah, agent Bravo-Foxtrot…” Jeremy looked back to Nataliya, who was still studying him.
“You should put gun away now” she told him. “Someone could get hurt.” Was this bitch giving him orders? Who does she thinks he is?
Jeremy definitely noticed his lack of concentration, and that his gun hand was getting lower. Raising it up purposefully, he held onto the pistol with both hands. He glanced over at Jack-
“Requesting extraction for two agents and a possible turned asset. We also need drug analysis. Over.”
Jeremy snapped his eyes back to the girl, who was still watching him. Why is my mouth so dry? What did she use?
“Are we good?” Jeremy asked Jack after he got off the phone.
“Yeah, sounds like we have to sit tight for a couple hours before they can get someone. I requested a lab analysis, too.”
“Okay…good” Jeremy said, “Can you tie her up?” he added, feeling like he wasn’t in a good position to do so.
“Yeah, definitely.” Jack went around the room, looking for something to tie Nataliya up with. He came out of the bathroom a minute later with a towel. By then, Jeremy was feeling a little dizzy.
“Sorry, this is the best I can do” he apologized, before approaching Nataliya.
Nataliya looked at Jack, “Now”.
Suddenly, Jeremy felt his gun being wrestled away, and his body slammed backwards into the wall. Jack’s motions were too fast and too strong, and even if he weren’t in his addled state, Jeremy would’ve had a hell of a time fending off Jack.
Realizing that he was going to lose this physical contest over the gun, Jeremy delivered a short, twisting blow with his right elbow to Jack’s face. The force of the blow staggered Jack, who dropped the gun on the floor. Before Jeremy could think about dropping to the floor to get the gun, however, Jack was ready to strike.
Jack feinted with his body, which made Jeremy tense up. Using that time to his advantage, Jack kicked the gun behind him and quickly got into his fighting stance.
Jeremy knew he was in big trouble, and not just because of the size difference and poison clouding his mind. He was up against the wall with little room to move around in, so his choice of strikes was limited.
Jack never gave Jeremy an inch, even when Jeremy threw a couple lazy punches to create some distance. Jeremy was still trying frantically to get Jack to back up when
WHAM
Jack ducked and rolled under a right cross from Jeremy, landing a straight right counter to Jeremy’s face. The perfectly-timed counter knocked Jeremy’s head back against the wall, and he slumped down to the floor.
Jeremy sat on the ground, slowly regaining consciousness, “Why?” he slurred.
A woman’s voice answered him, “Because he’s mine now. And soon you vill be too.”
Jeremy felt himself being lifted off the floor, and looked up to see Jack. Why…why was he doing this?, he wondered.
After being laid on the bed, Jack filled Jeremy’s mouth with more of that bitter-tasting water and squeezed around his nose and mouth. Jeremy could not get out of that hold, and eventually was forced to either swallow the poison or inhale it.
After a few more gulps, Jeremy was feeling fuzzy all over. Jack still held onto him from behind, but it was more for balance than to prevent escape.
“How do you feel?” Nataliya asked him.
“Weird” Jeremy responded, slowly. He sounded drunk.
“Good. I have many success with atropine in the past. I like irony that it is called belladonna. Do you know vat belladonna mean?” Jeremy gave no response. “It mean ‘beautiful woman’. Ha”
Nataliya looked at Jack, who sat behind Jeremy, expressionless.
“You must answer me truthfully now. Do you find me beautiful?” She asked Jeremy.
Jeremy could not deny her attractiveness, “Yes”
“Vat do you find most attractive?”
Jeremy had to think for a while, “Your eyes. They…they’re so intense.”
“Yesss, my eyes. Look into them now and witness my power.” Lifting his chin up, Nataliya met his eyes, which were dilated. She stared into them fiercely, feeling his weakness grow the longer she held his gaze.
“Do you feel my power?”
“Yes” he said, timidly.
“Do not look away. In fact, you cannot look away, even if you try.” She saw his mouth open, in an expression of fear.
“Verrry good. You feel yourself becoming weak ven you look into my eyes. Can you feel my dominance?”
It was embarrassing for him, but Jeremy could not deny what he felt, “Yes”
“Yesss, you are becoming veeker and veeker in my presence. You felt it as soon as you saw me, da?”
“Yes” Jeremy admitted.
“Everything about me makes you veek, makes you submit. My smell…my hair…my body…my breasts…my skin…and my eyes” Nataliya intoned, opening her eyes wider. She felt his face tremble.
She nodded slightly down with her head, “Yes” he answered.
“You find yourself powerless in my presence, da?” She gave another slight nod of her head.
Jeremy picked up on her cue immediately, “Yes”.
“And you find yourself hopelessly attracted to me, da?”
“Y-yes” Jeremy responded, pitifully.
“Good, my pet. Now you vill look deeper into my eyes. You vill see my eyes, and nothing else.” Jeremy’s trembling stopped, and she felt his attention focus.
“Look deeper into my eyes, until they are all you can see. Now…follow my voice as it leads you deeper and deeper into my eyes.” Jeremy was slack-jawed, as if in a trance.
“I vill count to three. Once I count to three, you vill lose all control of your body, freeing your mind to float inside of the darkness of my pupil. Do you understand?”
“Yes”
“One, you feel my pupils becoming larger and larger as you fall into them.” Nataliya brought her face an inch closer to Jeremy’s.
“Two, you feel yourself falling into the darkness, slowly leaving your body. You are floating into that void.” Nataliya moved closer, close enough to kiss Jeremy.
“Three, you are now completely surrounded by darkness, with only my voice to direct you.” Nataliya leaned back, and Jeremy seemed to be staring at the same spot in front of him.
“Can you hear me, Jeremy?” Nataliya asked.
“Yes” he intoned.
“Good. It is time for further instruction”, Nataliya smiled wickedly. “You are veeling very aroused. So aroused that you vish more than anything in the vorld to cum. But you cannot cum, my pet. Do you understand?”
“Yes” Jeremy said with a slightly pained expression. He still stared off into nothingness.
“Tell me, my pet…do you have any sexual fetish?” She nodded for Jack to release his hold of Jeremy.
“Yes, to be infantilized” Oooh, Nataliya thought, I haven’t done this one in a while.
Nataliya slowly took her jacket, knowing there was no rush to finish Jeremy off. She noticed that Jack was watching her in awe, while Jeremy continued staring unaware of what was coming next.
Sitting down next to Jeremy, Nataliya whipped her hair back behind her, leaving her cleavage bare of any concealment. Slowly, Nataliya directed Jeremy to her lap.
“There, there. Rest awhile on my lap. Now turn your head this way.” Nataliya directed Jeremy so that his head was underneath her massive bosom.
“Now listen carefully to me—you are feeling very small underneath my boobs. Very small, but also very aroused. Do you understand?” she spoke down to him.
“Yes” he said, staring only at her chest.
“Very good”, she said, stroking his hair. “The longer you are on my lap, staring at my boobs, the veeker you feel, and the more aroused you become…” Nataliya continued stroking Jeremy’s hair, and watched the slightly pitiful expression he wore on his face. He sure has a strong fetish for this. I wonder how far I can take this?
“As you keep staring at my bosom, you feel your mind changing—you are becoming simple, like a baby. You vill be able to talk, but totally dependent on me. You vill trust me completely. Do you understand?”
“Yes, mama” Woah, that was fast, Nataliya thought, suppressing a smile.
“Good boy. Mommy likes it ven you do vat she says.” She looked down at his pants, which were straining against his erection—“Let me help you vith that” she said, unzipping his pants. She pulled his penis over his boxers, surprised at how big he was.
“Now listen to me carefully—Who do you trust more than anyone else in the vorld?”
“You, mama” he said in a high-pitched, child-like voice.
“Very good. Mama is happy. Now who do you love more than anyone else in the vorld?”
She wasn’t surprised when he gave the same answer—“You, mama”
“Good boy. And you vant to help mama however you can, right?”
“Yes, mama.” It looked as though Jeremy was smiling. It was time for the next step.
“Good boy. And mama does need your help. Mama needs you to tell her everything you know about Artem Shevchenko. Can you do that for mama?”
Jeremy’s mind first had to think hard about the name. Nataliya waited patiently for his brain to finally catch up-
“He’s a bad man. I was watching him from far away, but I had to run when they saw me”, Jeremy explained slowly, like a child.
“And vhy vere you vatching him?” she asked Jeremy.
“I was…told to…by…by…”
“Yes?” Nataliya encouraged him.
“The…agency” Jeremy enunciated, as if learning the word for the first time.
“Good—“
“I work for them” Jeremy said, piecing his memory together.
“Very good. But now I vant you to verk for me instead” Nataliya sternly reproached him. “I vant you to stop verking for the agency, and to verk only for me. Can you do that?”
“I…I don’t know” Jeremy responded.
Nataliya brought her hands behind her, “Yes you do. You vant to obey me, to do as I say. Vatch as I show you your new master…” Releasing her brightly colored bra from her chest, Nataliya threw it to the side and let Jeremy get a good look at her bare breasts.
She saw him stare wide-eyed, and noticed the small bucking movements of his hips. He’s almost ready.
Nataliya continued showing off her massive tits, nipples pointed out, invitingly. She knew that Jeremy’s mind was now totally preoccupied with the power of her breasts, longing to touch them. She smiled as the combination of pleasure and frustration grew inside him.
“Look at my breasts, and feel your vill fading” she spoke down to him. “You long to submit to me. You cannot hide your feelings for me.”
“uhhh” Jeremy pined.
“Yes, my pet, you feel powerless in the presence of my sexuality. You vant to do as mama says, no matter vhat”
Jeremy continued to stare at Nataliya’s porcelain-colored tits, unblinking.
“You vant more than anything to succumb to your role as my slave, vorshipping me as master. You must allow yourself to submit to me, to give your vill and loyalty to me. You vill break for me, and then you vill betray the agency. Say it!”
“…I…I…no—“
“You feel your arousal increase, so much that you cannot stand it anymore. But only I can give it to you, my pet. Give in to me” she said, leering over him.
“uhhh…nooo” he cried.
“Ven you submit, then you may cum for me, my pet. Then vee vill plan the destruction of your Agency, and your country. You vill be my slave, doing vhatever I ask. Even now you feel your loyalty changing.”
Nataliya slowly pulled Jeremy’s upper body closer to her chest, inching his face to her waiting nipple.
“You feel my power growing. You cannot resist it any longer. Give in to your desire. Submit to your new master.” Jeremy’s face was now inches away, his mouth agape.
“uuhhhhh” he quietly wailed, sensing the end was coming.
“Suckle on my teat, my baby boy. Submit to mama”, Nataliya said, placing Jeremy’s mouth on her right nipple. She felt a ring of moisture on her areola, but there was no sucking yet.
While cradling his head, Nataliya bent over and whispered softly in his ear—“Tell me you love your mama”
“I wuv you mawmaw” Jeremy said, Nataliya’s tit muffling his words.
“Tell me you’ll do anything mama asks” she whispered again. She saw tears forming in his eyes.
“Anyfwing mawmaw, I’ll do anyfwing” he said, a tear running down his cheek.
Nataliya wiped the tear away—“Good boy, now you may cum for mama.”
“UUNNHHHH” Jeremy moaned into her tit. Nataliya held him close to her chest as his body jerked, spewing semen onto the bed. She felt the vacuum of Jeremy’s mouth on her nipple, and the moisture touch her skin as he sucked hard on her. It was a weird feeling for Nataliya, who had never breastfeed before.
As Jeremy’s orgasm abated, Nataliya started to stroke Jeremy’s face again, wondering if the bond she had just formed with him was maybe stronger than her hold on Jack.
Looking behind her, she saw him waiting with adoration in his eyes-
“You may cum too, Jack” she commanded. In a moment, Jack was flattened out on the bed, pressing his crotch against the mattress as he groaned in orgasm.
Nataliya looked back at her new prize, who was suckling quietly on her nipple, finally calmed down. She knew that Jeremy’s fetish would allow her to accelerate her plans, since he wouldn’t need the same number of domination sessions that Jack did.
Nataliya knew she had to implant some commands into Jeremy before he fell asleep. She gave an audible sigh, disappointed that she could not savor this moment more.
Parenting is hard work.