Elektra: Beaten By Typhoid (part 3) (Patreon)

“Such a marvelous meal…”

The villainess let out another soft sigh.

Then her gaze turned and locked onto Abby, a snake-like grin curling her lips.

“And now… I think I want dessert.”

Abby’s eyes grew as wide as saucers. She backed up another pace, all but quivering with fear.

“Something fresh and sweet.” Typhoid advanced on her.

Heart hammering, Abby retreated on wobbly legs, still unbalanced by the blow to her head. She looked to Elektra, inwardly begging her mentor to get up. But Elektra stayed where she lay, utterly still, one arm lying across her stomach while the other splayed out to her side.

“She’s not going to help you,” the villainess giggled, “She can’t…”

Biting her lip, Abby turned a furious glare on the advancing witch. Her beaded weapon glowed brighter, her fists squeezing it, pulling it until it stretched taut, like it was the neck of the woman who had ended her idol.

“Y-YOU!” the girl shrieked, tears filling her eyes, “YOU KILLED HER!”

Typhoid arched an eyebrow, momentarily surprised. Then she laughed.

“Oh, precious. She’s not dead.”

Abby stopped retreating. Red in the face, heaving and trembling with emotion, she bared her teeth at the witch, tears rolling down her cheeks. She wouldn’t run any more. Even if this woman killed her, she would do her best to avenge Elektra.

“YEAH R-RIGHT!” she snarled with all the hate she could muster.

Laughing again, the sound a throaty purr, Typhoid swayed closer, staring right back into the young, grief-stricken eyes.

“She’ll never be what she was, but she’s alive,” she said softly, “I want her alive. Alive and mine. Just like you.”

“LIAR!” Abby shrieked.

“Look at me, Abby.” Typhoid purred, “Look into my eyes… and tell me I’m lying.”

Abby opened her mouth to shout back at her, to tell the witch that she WAS lying. That she was a murderer and a creepy, lying, nasty bitch. But she paused. There was something strange in the woman’s stare, a nagging detail that drew her attention, but that she couldn’t quite pinpoint. It distracted her for a moment, making her forget what she had been about to say.

“Y-you…” she frowned, “You’re a… a…”

Typhoid slowly advanced, closer and closer.

“The truth is in my eyes, Abby. You can see it. You know it’s there.”

Abby blinked, starting to look perplexed. Looking into the villainess’s eyes was making her feel calmer, even relaxed, and she didn’t know why. It felt like she had just laid down in bed after a hot shower, the rain pattering on her window, but her safe and cozy. It was a relief after the anguish and fear she’d felt moments before. She wanted more of it.

“There,” Typhoid purred, striding up to the girl, “Look deep. Deep into my eyes, Abby…”

Abby’s troubled expression melted away, her grip on her weapon loosening. Her hands slowly sank down, from a guard position to hanging at her sides, her shoulders drooping. Tears were still shining on her cheeks, but her jaw began to hang, eyes wide and blinking up in an awed, trusting expression that was more characteristic on her than it had been on Elektra.

The woman before her was the most beautiful, powerful thing she’d ever seen.

Stopping before the girl, Typhoid placed a finger under her chin and tilted it up.

“Mmmm… good girl.”

The touch and the soft words made Abby draw in a quick breath, a shiver shooting up her spine. This woman was simply a goddess. She’d thought that other woman (she couldn’t remember the name) was cool, but the dark creature before her was… everything! She felt so small, skinny, frail, and mousey next to this black-eyed angel. She dearly wanted the woman to speak to her again, to touch her, to give her an opportunity to earn more praise.

And unlike Elektra, she didn’t have the discipline or experience to fight it.

Typhoid giggled gently as she looked over the innocent, worshipful face.

“So easy…” she purred, “Just a little berry ripe for the plucking.”

She brushed a strand of Abby’s hair away from her cheek, then combed it behind her ear.

“With Elektra, I was a little worried I’d lost my touch,” she said, “But no. You didn’t even struggle.”

She stroked Abby’s cheek with the backs of her fingers, fond and pleased.

To Abby, it was like the sun had suddenly shined on her face after years of darkness. A faint, wondering smile pulled at her lips, a flush coming to her cheeks. She hadn’t struggled at all, she agreed. It was a good thing she hadn’t struggled. Why would she ever want to struggle against this woman?

“So impressionable.” The villainess cooed, “A few seconds of looking in my eyes and you’re ready to do anything for me. Aren’t you, Abby?”

Abby’s eyes immediately brightened, her chest swelling with excitement. A chance to impress this perfect creature, maybe to earn praise and attention!

“Y-yes!” the girl squeaked, so excited she could barely form words, “I-I-- anything! Anything y-you want!”

“Mmmm,” Typhoid purred, “All that power, but not enough focus. Just a silly girl with a toy, eager to obey.”

She tickled under the girl’s chin with a pointed nail, drawing another shiver.

“Isn’t that right, Abby?”

Abby was so eager to respond, she almost choked herself. She had to pause and swallow before continuing.

“Uh-uh huh! Y-yeah, I’m—I-I’m—” she swallowed again, her heart fluttering with nerves, “I’m a-all that and—and silly and j-just—eager, like you said—even sillier, l-like—’

Quickly tiring of the girl’s teenage awkwardness, Typhoid put a finger over the girl’s lips to quiet her, “Shhhh.”

Abby swallowed and bit her lip, brow furrowing with concern. She hoped she hadn’t said too much. The last thing she wanted to do was annoy this woman.

Typhoid carefully glanced over her shoulder, to where Elektra was sprawled in the grass. Her rival was still, one knee bent and turned out while her other leg was straight, her head having limply lolled to one side, a silent, oblivious spectator. In some ways, the villainess wished Elektra was awake to see this, but it was still fun to toy with the young Treasure right in front of her helpless protector.

Grinning, she turned back to Abby, who was worried almost to the point of tears. The girl really, really hoped she hadn’t made this goddess angry or, even worse, bored with her. She didn’t know what she would do if Typhoid decided to ignore her.

The villainess noticed this and almost laughed.

“Don’t worry, Abby,” Typhoid cupped the girl’s cheek, “You’re going to have lots of opportunities to show what a sweet little slave you can be.”

Abby’s lips spread in a broad, stupidly elated grin. She didn’t dare say anything and she was so happy she wasn’t sure she could speak anyway. Just the fact that this woman seemed happy and had touched her made her made her feel like she could die right then and be content.

“Now,” Typhoid held out her hand, “Give me your little toy, darling. It’s mine now.”

Still staring enrapt, Abby slowly held up her beaded string, then tried to find Typhoid’s hand to give it over. It would have been easier if she looked at what she was doing, but she never wanted to look away from those dark, beautiful eyes. After a bit of clumsy floundering, she finally placed her weapon into her mistress’s palm.

Typhoid took it, then held it up between two fingers, grinning wryly. It was flimsy, fragile, but without it, Abby was almost defenseless. That made it somewhat valuable at least.

The villainess tucked it into her belt, next to Elektra’s sai, then looked the girl up and down, assessing. She was awkwardly young, still growing into her curves, but her chest perked out beneath her black t-shirt, hips flaring, legs pleasing and supple beneath tight jeans. It was a different flavor to Elektra’s svelte, muscular figure, but Typhoid enjoyed the faun-like quality of the teenager, small, pert, and smooth.

While Abby continued to watch her with bright eyes, Typhoid took the girl’s denim jacket and rolled it off her shoulders. Deciding she didn’t like the garment, she slipped it down Abby’s limp arms, then tossed it aside, before looking the teen over again to see if it improved the look.

She nodded with satisfaction. It did, showing more of the girl’s slim shoulders.

“That’s better. Such a cute little thing…”

Abby blushed and squirmed, trying desperately to be even more cute for this perfect goddess.

Licking her lips, looked the girl over once more, then a wicked thought made her eyes narrow. She looked back to Abby’s face, grin becoming sly and tart.

“I need you to do something for me, Abby.” She put a hand on the girl’s shoulder, “If you do, you’ll be a very good girl.” She leaned closer, her voice becoming a whisper, “You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you, Abby?”

Abby’s eyebrows rose towards her scalp. She nodded so rapidly it made her bangs bounce.

“Gooood…”

Typhoid strolled around to Abby’s side, still grinning playfully. The girl tried to turn to face her, but Typhoid held her in place with the grip on her shoulder, only stopping when they were side by side. Now laying her arm across teen’s shoulders, the villainess lowered herself just enough to be at the same level.

Abby turned her head, still trying to watch the woman’s fascinating eyes, but Typhoid nudged it back, directing her gaze forwards.

“Do you see Elektra there?” she whispered into the girl’s ear.

A bit disappointed that she couldn’t see the witch’s face, Abby nodded, looking at the slumped, satin-clad figure. She remembered thinking Elektra was the most bad ass person on the planet, but now she couldn’t remember why. Typhoid was so much more, well, EVERYTHING than her and Elektra was just lying there limp and beaten on the ground.

She was glad Typhoid had kicked her butt. Served her right.

Typhoid blew gently on Abby’s ear. The girl shivered again, giggling nervously.

“You need to get Elektra,” the villainess whispered, “Allllll the way over the lawn… over the driveway…” she paused to nuzzle the girl’s cheek, “and then niiiice and cozy… in the itsy bitsy trunk of that car.”

Abby couldn’t help but squirm with delight at the affection. Any disappointment she’d had at having to look away from her new idol was quickly forgotten. Now she stared brightly at Elektra’s crumpled body, eager to do the task the villainess had given her.

“Do you think you can do that, Abby?” Typhoid cooed.

Abby’s head bobbed in a fervent nod.

“Mmmm… good.”

She gave the girl’s butt a pat, feeling the perky shapes beneath the tight denim.

“Go on…”

Thus coaxed, Abby scampered towards Elektra, almost immediately breathless in her enthusiasm to appease her goddess. She didn’t like being away from her and wanted to finish this job as quickly as she could.

Putting a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle, Typhoid watched with a twinkle in her dark eyes.

Scrambling around the fallen heroine, Abby bent to take a limp arm then then dug her sneakers into the manicured lawn and pulled with all her might. With great effort and grunting, she managed to drag Elektra several paces, but it pulled the woman at an angle, making her turn slightly sideways. Her loose arm was dragged behind, limp legs parting, like a starfish.

Abby tugged her defeated protector a few more paces before she slipped in the grass and fell on her butt, though she almost immediately scrambled back to her feet. Going for Elektra’s other arm, she pulled it over the heroine’s head before grabbing the first and tugging with both hands. With both arms as handles, the mesmerized teenager dragged the prostrate woman backwards one difficult step at a time. It straightened the red satin legs out, but it was still hard work, making Abby grunt and pant.

“There’s a girl…” Typhoid cooed, “Get that washed up ninja lady to the trunk, where she belongs.”

After a few more paces, Abby fell again and this didn’t jump right back up. Panting through an open mouth, she rested back on her elbows and stared at the cumbersome burden she’d been tasked with. She was strong for her age, but Elektra was a fully grown woman, taller and broader than her with curving muscle that made her heavier. She was already really tired and she’d barely gotten Elektra ten feet.

“Go on, Abby,” her goddess called to her, “You can do it… all the way across the lawn…”

Abby shook her head and narrowed her eyes. Thinking was difficult, but she knew she couldn’t do what her mistress wanted if she kept up like this; she’d collapse from exhaustion before she got halfway there.

She swallowed, looking to Typhoid.

Typhoid smiled back, still stroking her lip, enjoying the show.

Abby turned her attention back to Elektra, then sprag to her feet once she got an idea. Taking the grown woman under the arms, the girl bent her knees then heaved up.

“Gnnghh…” she grunted with effort.

It took a few seconds, but with trembling arms she managed to lift Elektra’s shoulders up, sat her up. Once the nonfunctioning heroine was upright, Abby pushed on her back, like she was trying to make her fold in half.

Elektra obediently crumpled forward, head flopping down so her chin rested on her chest.

With the heroine sat up and slumped forward so she was in no danger of falling back, Abby put a hand on her sweaty, grassy back to keep her in place. The laced strings that held Elektra’s bustier snug were crisscrossed down her back, cinched tight and tied in a bow. Abby worked her fingers between the strings and the heroine’s lower back, then got a good grip and followed the same procedure with her other hand.

Once she had a good grip with both, she squeezed, looked over her shoulder to see where she was going, then pedaled backwards as fast as she could.

Typhoid arched an eyebrow, her grin broadening as she watched.

With Elektra sat up and crumpled forward, only her hindquarters and legs were dragging on the ground, making Abby able to pull her at a much faster clip. It was still hard work, the girl panting and grimacing with exertion, but it was like she was dragging the used-up heroine on a sled. In a few seconds, she’d already gotten almost halfway across the lawn.

“That’s it…” Typhoid chuckled, following after them, “Good girl…”

Breath rasping through gritted teeth, Abby glanced down at the limp loser to make sure she wasn’t about to tip over, then turned back over her shoulder to watch where she was going.

Elektra arms hung at her sides, wrists and hands being drug next to her hips. Pulling on the strings of her bustier drew it tighter, squeezing her breasts into her chest, but she was too deeply unconscious to notice the discomfort. The drag pulled at her leggings as well, drawing them halfway down to reveal the red satin thong that tucked between the moons of her bottom, but she was unaware of the indignity. She was just a slack, down and out pile of junk, being dragged to the trash bin.

It became harder going when they reached the end of the slippery grass, but it was also easier for Abby to get traction. Grunting, taking more deliberate steps, she marched determinedly, looking to the town car as it grew closer and closer.

“Come on…” she rasped, “You big… fat…”

As Abby continued her wearying trek, Typhoid strolled easily past the pair, making her way to the town car. She took the keys from between her cleavage, unlocked it with a chirp of the remote control, then helpfully popped the trunk. It clicked then slowly opened on its own, a small light illuminating the gray felt interior.

Typhoid rested her hip against the side of the car and crossed her arms, watching as girl dragged woman closer.

“Good girl, Abby…” she cooed, “Nice and cozy in that trunk. And after you get her tucked in, I’ll have a little surprise for you…”

Abby eyes lit up even as she panted and grunted. Not only could she see that perfect woman again, but she’d been promised a reward. Pleasing Typhoid was reward enough on its own, but now she REALLY wanted to get Elektra into that trunk as quickly as she could.

She dragged Elektra’s butt across the pavement with renewed enthusiasm, finally getting her to the open trunk. Once there, she paused for a few seconds to pant, catching her breath.

“Go on, Abby…” Typhoid sang, “Hurry…”

Licking her lips, grinning manically, Abby bent her knees and hugged Elektra under the arms. She had to work to get a good grip, squeezing tight enough that she could clasp her hands together, then she heaved up.

It was a massive strain for her to lift Elektra’s haunches from the ground and hold her there. Trembling, grunting, knees knocking, she waddled back a few paces, then turned around to face the trunk. Gasping, she almost lost her grip and had to squeeze tighter, leaning back in desperation to keep the heroine from slipping through her arms.

Unfortunately, this made Elektra’s weight press her backwards and she stumbled, threatening to fall with the woman on top of her.

“Almost…” Typhoid cooed.

Refusing to crumple, Abby caught herself, then forced herself forward, staggering drunkenly towards the car. In fact, she ran right into it, unable to stop herself. Woman and girl collided with the trunk at waist-level and were dumped halfway in, Abby on top of Elektra. She lay there for a moment, gasping with relief, bent over and slumped across her former mentor before climbing off.

Elektra was draped the lower lip of the trunk, bent at the waist, tight hindquarters propped up while her upper body hung down inside. Her leggings had slipped back up slightly, but not enough to hide the top of her underwear and yet she did nothing to adjust herself.

Typhoid smirked at the sight. Such a tragic display for a woman who had once been so formidable.

On the other hand, Abby didn’t bother to make note of the sight. She took a few seconds to catch her breath again, then bent to take the heroine’s legs. With a grunt, she heaved them up and over, tossing them in.

Elektra flopped into the tight quarters. The fall had the almost comical sound of fumbled luggage.

Her job completed, Abby turned to beam eagerly at Typhoid, chest heaving with exertion and excitement. She was flushed, sweaty and slightly drooped, but glowed with happiness, smiling broadly even as she panted. She was sure to get her reward now!

Looking back at the hopefully teenager, Typhoid smiled faintly, then stood up off the car to stroll around to the back. Abby’s eyes followed her, bright and pleading, but she pretended not to notice, instead turning to look inside the trunk where her former rival lay.

Elektra had landed on her back, knees tucked in while her head was propped up against the side of the trunk’s interior. She was pale, looked exhausted even as she slept, but she was breathing deeply, breasts rising and falling beneath her loosened bustier. It was a tight fit and didn’t look comfortable, but the heroine was beyond caring.

Typhoid thought it fit her well.

Grin broadening, the villainess slowly turned back to fix her gaze on Abby, her eyes lidded and deadly.

“Good girl, Abby,” Typhoid purred, “Very… very good girl…”

Too spellbound to recognize the predatory look on the woman’s face, Abby’s eyes only widened with delight, her perky chest swelling with pride. She stared at the beautiful, dark figure, smiling with an open mouth, mindlessly ecstatic.

Typhoid drew closer, her grin growing more crooked as she loomed over the girl. Abby’s gaze was utterly devoted, asking, pleading for approval. She was more than defenseless, she belonged entirely to the woman that had beaten both her and her protector.

The villainess brushed Abby’s damp bangs away from her forehead, then slowly traced a finger down her young face, following the turn of her cheek.

“You really are totally helpless against me,” she giggled cruelly, “So eager to listen, agree, obey, be beaten… a happily enslaved little girl.”

Abby’s blue eyes gleamed and her head bobbed in fervent agreement.

“You are going to do exactly as I say forever,” Typhoid traced under the girl’s jaw, “You and Elektra both are going kneel right at my feet… look up at me like puppies… and beg to fulfill my teensiest little wish…”

Abby continued to nod. She wouldn’t have thought it, but hearing this woman explain it sounded wonderful.

“Mmmm…” the villainess leaned closer, crooking a finger under Abby’s chin, “I’m going to suck the power out of you now. Drink it alllllll up. I’ll leave enough so that you don’t die, but that fiery little spirit of yours is going to be so sweet and meek from now on, even without my control. I’m going to make you my timid, cuddly little pet.” She tilted her head playfully, “Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Abby’s grin only broadened and she nodded more eagerly.

“I thought it might.”

Slowly slipping her hand around, she cupped the back of Abby’s head, gently taking control. She leaned down, drawing closer, lips parted, hungry.

Abby’s smile slowly faded, eyes growing wide and awestruck.

“This…” Typhoid whispered, “is going to be so sweet…”

* * *

After she’d sucked the power from Abby, Typhoid plopped her into the trunk, on top of Elektra. She fit much easier into the tight space than the grown woman, but neither seemed to mind. They were both pale, used up, and completely unconscious.

Smiling fondly, the victorious villainess peered down on the tangled pair, admiring how well they seemed to fit together.

It clearly wasn’t a natural position. The teenager’s rump was hiked up, displaying its heart shape beneath the denim, her arms splayed awkwardly, while Elektra’s head pushed up against the side of the trunk at an uncomfortable angle. Abby’s cheek had made a pillow of one of the older woman’s breasts, the soft shape smooshed down and partially smothering the girl’s mouth, but despite how tightly they were packed, both woman and girl had smooth, peaceful expressions, lips pursed and eyes closed.

Typhoid giggled to herself. She leaned down to give Abby’s propped up bottom an encouraging squeeze.

“Such a sweet picture,” she narrowed her eyes, “Elektra and Elektra junior having a little nap.”

She brushed a strand of hair from Abby’s eyes, then did the same for Elektra, fond of both her helpless captives.

“You girls cuddle up nice and cozy,” the villainess cooed, reaching for the trunk lid, “I know just where I’m going to take you…”

Grinning, she blew them a quick kiss, then lowered the trunk’s lid. It clunked closed, its contents tucked neatly away.

Typhoid patted the trunk then swayed to the driver side, gliding her fingertips along the car’s glossy side. She plucked open the car door, then slithered inside, settling silently and almost immediately. With the same preternatural smoothness as she did everything else, within a few seconds she had turned the engine over and was guiding the car out of the driveway.

As the tires crackled over a few loose pebbles, the villainess brought a cell phone to her ear.

“It’s me,” she purred, then paused, “Yes, I know. But it’s Friday evening and I have special guests that I’m sure your members will be ravenous for.”

She heaved a long, pleased sigh as she turned off onto the road.

“Oh, just a little ninja I found lying around…” she showed her teeth, “And the adorable mouse she was protecting.”

* * *

Side by side, a lithe, curving woman and a supple, nubile younger girl trudged down the well-decorated, colonial-inspired hallway of the Hellfire Club. Left in whatever undergarments they’d been wearing on their capture, their wrists and elbows bound behind their backs with passion-red rope, their heads hung towards their chests. Silk scarves pulled between their teeth, they could only moan, and with matching blindfolds over their eyes, they couldn’t see, only march where they were directed.

It was an utterly degrading fate for Elektra and Abby.

Strutting behind them, dressed in black lingerie, Typhoid held the golden leashes attached to their red satin collars. Though similarly undressed, she was unbound and held her head high, each sway of her hips expressing her immense pleasure at the circumstances. She guided their pace, telling them when to turn, patient but with a riding crop in one hand to punish if they acted out. So far she’d only had to give them a light tap to turn them or speed them up; they didn’t have any defiance left in them.

On arrival at the infamous and equally powerful Hellfire Club, the villainess had been allowed the use of one of the spare rooms to awaken and prepare her “guests”. Waking them up had been the hardest part. It took some powders and even a bit of magic to draw them out of their deep slumbers, and once they were both up, their orders had been simple.

Strip. Everything but the underwear.

Typhoid smirked, remembering that moment.

Elektra and Abby had been too ashamed to look at each other or at her. No longer under her direct control, they could still remember what had happened while they were hypnotized. They were humiliated, exhausted, guilt-ridden, and, most importantly, afraid of her.

There had been silence after the command. They knew they were both untied, unarmed but still capable, two on one against Typhoid, but all the villainess had to do was remind them she could MAKE them obey if she wished. At that, Elektra had wearily begun obeying and shortly after Abby had joined her.

Elektra was wearing more accessories than her young friend, but Abby was slower to undress, sniffing and groaning on occasion. Typhoid had coaxed her along, stroking her to soothe her, glancing at her guardian the entire time to see if she would object.

The former assassin had just hung her head, looking almost in tears herself. The energy Typhoid had taken from her was more than her ability to see possible futures or her fighting skill, it was her raw inner strength. Elektra had no more will to resist her than Abby did.

Once the two were undressed, their new mistress had taken the time to look them over side by side, comparing them. It had been so hard to decide which she liked better: the lean, hard tone fitted to a curving, athletic body, or the supple, perky, small figure, smooth with innocence.

Elektra’s bustier had made a bra unnecessary, so she stood bare chested, in nothing but a flimsy thong designed for range of motion, while Abby wore a more modest gray sports bra and red satin underwear that she’d clearly modeled after her mentor’s suit. This had posed another conundrum: did she prefer the scant, sexy undergarments on the mature figure or the cute, girl next door ones that left just a bit more to be revealed?

It was so difficult to choose. Even now as she walked behind them, watching their tushes shift with their weary gait, she couldn’t decide which she liked better. The full, rounded one, bare cheeks with a sliver of red satin between them, perhaps? More to handle and explore, but the other one was so little and tight and cute, peachy shapes working beneath the thin red satin in a way that made her yearn to have a peak beneath.

Typhoid sighed. Perhaps some dilemmas were meant to remain unsettled.

She tapped the crop against Elektra’s hip, “Left here.”

The trio turned towards a pair of large double doors of impressive, dark mahogany. Two young women, both beautiful and in angelic white lingerie, smiled at their approach.

“Welcome, mistress.” They said, then opened the doors to let Typhoid and her pets inside.

The room beyond was vast, opulently decorated, and filled with every sort of pleasure only the richest could enjoy. Powerful men and women enjoyed the finest cigars and alcohol, served by the most beautiful men and women. Sexual encounters of all sorts, whatever fantasy the members enjoyed, were sated in private rooms, or even out in the open, blending laughter and the clinking of glasses with moans and cries of erotic pleasure. It was a den of pure hedonism, filled with only the most rich and influential.

Typhoid looked around, noting powerful industrialists, politicians, leaders of countries, media moguls, and licked her lips. Not only was this exactly her sort of party, but the contacts she would make here would be the most lucrative anyone could hope for.

The villainess gently drew on the leashes, pulling the girls to a stop, as Sebastian Shaw, head of the Hellfire Club, approached them, leading the dictator of Krakozia, the female head of a major entertainment conglomerate.

“Typhoid, my dear,” Sebastian offered a crisp bow, “You’re looking ravishing as always.”

Typhoid nodded and smiled, meeting knowing eyes with the shrewd villain. Normally Sebastian would have kissed the hand of a female guest, but he knew better than to do that with her. The man didn’t wrangle the most powerful people in the world by being a fool.

“General Linstadt,” the man stepped aside and gestured, “As promised: Elektra Natchios, the most dangerous assassin in the world, tamed and acquired specifically for your pleasure.”

The man, in a military uniform decked with medals approached Elektra, salivating openly as he looked her over. His eyes roamed for several seconds, then his hand smoothed up her firm tummy to cup beneath a breast.

Elektra merely stood still, head hanging.

Linstadt chuckled, “Not so deadly anymore, it seems.”

“The general is most shrewd in his appraisal,” Typhoid smiled, “She’s meek as a lamb, but… she still has excellent stamina.”

The dictator squeezed the breast, making Elektra draw a sharp breath through her nose.

“Exactly as you said,” Linstadt grinned, “I owe her a debt, you know. Killing my brother ensured my rise to leadership.” He reached around to grab a handful of her hair, “But then again… he WAS my brother.”

Typhoid gave him the leash and Linstadt dragged Elektra away, pulling her doubled over by her hair.

“Come, woman,” the dictator sneered, “Let us find a quiet place to discuss fratricide and how I deal with beautiful criminals in my country…”

He gave her rump a loud, jiggling smack, then started yanking her underwear down even as she walked, intending to march her naked past any onlookers.

Realizing she was now alone, Abby hung her head lower, letting out a small whine from behind her gag.

Typhoid stroked her hair, smiling at the powerful lady mogul.

“And this one is the Treasure,” Sebastian made the introduction, “A special young woman meant to be this generation’s greatest warrior. Now nothing of the sort, but still exquisitely built and athletic.”

The mogul tapped her chin, wearing a thoughtful grin, “I see that.”

Coming closer, she smoothed her hand over Abby’s shoulders, then down the girl’s back. Abby swallowed, not moving as the woman’s hand snuck under the band of her underwear, feeling inside over the tightly held bare cheeks.

The mogul’s smile broadened, pleased by the girl’s submission.

“Let’s take this little tush into a private room,” she whispered, “Just us girls. I have some things to show you.”

With that, and a kiss on Abby’s cheek, the girl was led away on the opposite direction from her rival but no less compliant.

Typhoid watched them go with a small, tart smile. She would check in on them, particularly Elektra, make sure her new toys wouldn’t be damaged, but it felt somehow right to see them being taken away. Like she’d completed something.

“As agreed, you will be allowed the club’s pleasures for the evening,” Sebastian told her, “Although, if you were to offer sale of the pair of them, I’m sure you could retire on the profits.”

“And how boring that would be,” the villainess replied, “Oh, Mister Shaw, I do love money.”

Her dark eyes watched a naked, staggering Elektra being dragged into a private room, one hand firmly gripping her bare rump.

“But some things are just priceless.”

(the end)