Author's notes:

This is the continuation of A Long Time from Home and if you haven't read that, I advise you to do so. The series is self-edited, so any mistakes are mine.

Some of the chapters will take place in the ancient past and while I have done a lot of research for that, there might be small errors here and there. If you think you found such an error in the story, please double check to be sure that you're correct and then PM me about it, so I can fix it. :)

Oh, and notice, that I write in British English, so there will be slight differences in spelling certain words, like the British 'realise' versus the US 'realize' or the UK 'colour' vs the US 'color'.

Due to its length, I placed ALTFH under the 'Novels and Novellas' section, but as you can see, ALTFH II is placed in the 'Sci-fi and Fantasy' section, which fits it better due to the elements of magic that's in it. At least in my opinion :)

In the prologue, I stated that I would upload chapters of 'Into the Chaos' (my Star Wars: The Old Republic story) every other time, but I felt like the Prologue couldn't really count as a whole chapter, so here's a 'real' chapter.

Have fun and while you're at it, please rate the chapter and leave a comment :)

About the notation:

Mental communication is denoted by a < and ends with a >, so a mental communication will look like this: "< Who are you? >"

Some warnings:

This is erotic action adventure, meaning that there will be both sex and violence, but I don't mix the two.

This story is posted on the Literotica website and the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent.

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1 - Costa Rica

Late July 2000, Costa Rica

The garden in what used to be Parker's estate in Costa Rica, was a truly beautiful place and I was enjoying the smell of the flowers, as I relaxed with a cold cider in a comfortable chair in one of the gardens gazebos.

A lot of events had happened in a very short time and my mind was still trying to catch up.

Parker, the criminal Mentat I had fought and subsequently defeated in Malaga, had built both a mercantile- and a criminal empire and to save more than thirty kidnapped children, I had decided to take Parker's place in both establishments. Mainly because I didn't know how closely related the legal and illegal organizations were.

The legal part of Parkers business was called Starlight Merchant Group and had its headquarter on Oldenburg Island in the Caribbean, so we had sailed there and started the process of taking over Parkers former company.

The take-over itself was fairly easy. Parker had been so sure that he would find the youth potion he was looking for, that he had meticulously planned and prepared how he could take over his own company: He would go away, take the potion, and come back as his own (non-existing) nephew, leaving time enough get a plastic operation to change his appearance. That way he could change identity, while retaining control of everything he owned, as he became the heir to his own empire.

So, my plan was to simply assume the identity of Parkers nephew and take over the company that way. Since Parker had meant to be a younger version of himself, the only fail-safe in his plan was that the new owner had to be able to use the mental trick and codeword to transfer the loyalty of all the top people in the company to himself. Considering that I had read his mind in Malaga, that wasn't a problem.

After some Ars Mentalis tricks Parker had been declared dead, complete with trustworthy witnesses and a dead body that was later cremated and buried at sea. Legal papers proving I was his heir had been put forward and accepted.

What I hadn't considered was the amount of paperwork that had to be done. Fortunately, Parker had already made plans for this and as I had the whole Board of Directors of Starlight Merchant Group to help, it had taken less than two weeks to get moving.

With everything in order there was little for me to do while the rest of the paperwork was brought in order, leaving me free to sail to Costa Rica, as had been the plan all along. Curtis had abducted a bunch of kids and my plan was to go free them as fast as possible, while still being careful enough so the various agencies didn't come after me.

On the bright side, I had discovered that Parker had files on just about everything and everybody and the delay gave me a chance to study the files Parker had on the estates and people in Costa Rica.

Parker had seen Costa Rica as one of the most stable countries in the area and over the years, he had bought large areas of land on both side of the county. True to form, he got it even cheaper than normal due to the financial crisis at that time and while ownership of an area in Costa Rica could be tricky, Parker had used his mental powers on various lawmakers that consequently made some legal trickery to ensure that the areas remained under his control no matter what happened.

An action that made sense, as Starlight Merchant Group owned more than fifty thousand acres in the Northwest, including a bay called Culebra Bay along with most of the Papagayo Peninsula.

Not only did that give him a sheltered bay with a marina, but also a good chunk of land in the so-called 'dry area', though I wouldn't call any area with an annual rainfall of 'less than 1500mm (59inches)' for dry.

As always, when dealing with real estate, Parker clearly knew what he was doing, as a new international airport had opened near the area, with a corresponding raise in the number of visitors to the five hotels Starlight Merchant Group, under the subdivision of Starlight Hospitality, owned in the area.

For those wanting a more rustic vacation, they had no less than seven great estates, where the visitors could experience the local wildlife, ride horses, bathe in waterfalls or just relax on the beach in-between surfing and swimming.

I wouldn't have thought such a vacation would attract any people, but I had overlooked how many people in this age lived all their lives in cities and wanted to see exotic nature when on vacation. In short, business was booming.

The same was health tourism and Starlight Hospitality not only owned a newly built hospital in Costa Rica, but they also had several health retreats, where people could recuperate after surgery at the hospital or just visit to relieve the stress of their daily lives.

That part of the business was actually a very old concept and one I had experienced before. I had even worked as a healer at a health retreat in Epidaurus in ancient Greece for a few years and visited the town of Aquae Sulis with its famous baths in Britannia during roman times. Naturally, things were very different now, but it was still similar enough to remind me once again, that while the world changed, people didn't. At least not as much as they thought.

Parkers home in Costa Rica was called Villa Bonita and was located on the east coast by the Caribbean Sea. Situated on the southern part of the coast, the seven-thousand-acre (28 square kilometers) area ran from the beach to the mountains in what used to be a remote area when Parker bought it in 1980. Much had happened in the twenty years since then and what used to be a remote area, was now a thriving tourist destination, taking advantage of the area's position on the Caribbean coast, bordering on of Costa Rica's many national parks.

Not only did the area have some fantastic beaches, but also a marina, several small hotels, a wellness retreat, some local farms and even a small village, all located in the lowlands. As the terrain quickly grew into low mountains, there was yet another wellness retreat and several lodges.

The villa itself sat on top of a large hill, surrounded by woodlands, with exotic flowers everywhere and a fantastic view over the Caribbean Sea. Once the villa had been the main building of a large cattle ranch and along with the house itself, there was two guesthouses, a swimming pool, a stable as well as various outbuildings. Before Parker had bought the place, it had served briefly as a vacation retreat and around the whole compound and its gardens and orchards, there was a wall, ensuring security and privacy.

Now it was mine, or at least would be as soon as the paperwork was done, and...

The sound of feet on wet grass interrupted my train of thoughts. Looking in the direction of the noise, I discovered Petra walking quickly through the rain as she crossed the lawn in the direction of the gazebo. Despite her summer dress and brown hair becoming soaked by the heavy rain, there was a wide smile on her face. The combination of her beauty and the way the wet clothes clung to the voluptuous body of the Ukrainian woman brought a smile to my face as well.

Like the other four female soldiers, I had liberated from Parker's imprisonment in Malaga, she was beautiful, tall, slim, and fit, with large breasts and long legs. Her exceptional looks weren't a coincidence, as Parker had used his criminal network to find exactly that kind of women to be mind-controlled into a combined bodyguard and sex-slave. A plan I had spoiled by defeating him and liberating the women. Unfortunately, they were all wanted in their home countries and couldn't return there. To make it worse, circumstances during their liberation had forced me to activate the loyalty codex and now they were all bonded to me. At least until I found a way to negate Parker's loyalty codex.

On the bright side, they knew a lot more about the world than I did, and had a lot of useful skills, that I didn't have. Driving a car was one of those skills and Petra had driven the car that brought us from the harbour city of Limon where the yacht was docked to Villa Bonita, while the rest of the women would join us later.

I would have preferred to dock at the local marina, but Captain Wolf had explained to me, that the marina simply couldn't take yachts the size of Dream Weaver.

"Couldn't you have found a place closer to the house?" Petra asked as soon as she entered the gazebo. Despite the words, she was still smiling. "In case you don't notice, it's raining out here."

Letting my eyes run over her body for a moment, I said. "I could, but then I would have missed the sight of you in a drenched and clingy summer dress."

"Smartass." She remarked, but the smile grew wider.

One of the advantages, besides the obvious ones, of having power, was that women tended to find it extremely sexy, and Petra and I had been sharing pleasure since I had liberated the five women.

"I might be a smartass, but you have a magnificent ass." I replied. "Anyway, what're you doing out here? Weren't you busy talking with the security women?"

"Yes, that's why I'm here." Petra took off the wet dress, revealing her gorgeous body as she stood there dressed only in her underwear. With a playful smile, she dropped the dress on a nearby chair and walked over to me. As always when I saw her naked, I marvelled over the toned muscles and soft feminine curves as they combined into a body that was both voluptuous and powerful at the same time.

"For some reason," Petra continued as she walked to the chair I was sitting in. "They're not allowed to have sex or even relationships with anyone and I find that cruel."

I activated my memory and discovered that she was right. The security force consisted of ex-military women from around the world, that Parker had bought using Erebus and subsequently mind controlled for loyalty. He hadn't planned to use any of military women for sex, but he had done that anyway from time to time when the need came over him and thus the idea of a combined bodyguard -- sex slave had been born. Unfortunately for the women, Parker had believed they lived only to serve him and had thus forbidden relationship and sex with anybody else than their 'master', just as Petra had said.

"I'll change it." I promised. "But you don't need to get undressed to persuade me to do that."

"That wasn't the reason." Petra said and bent down to give me a kiss, before saying "We were talking sex and I felt a sudden need to be naked with you. Besides, I've worn all the wet clothes I would ever wish to wear in the military."

Placing the bottle of cider on the table, I let my hand slide over the skin of her legs. They were slightly moist and cool from the rain, but smooth as silk, and I could feel the muscles under the skin as she took off the wet bra.

I got out of the chair, but instead of standing, I just went to my knees in front of her. "Well, at least I can help you getting out of those wet clothes."

"Good." Petra chuckled, and laced her finger through my hair as I pulled her panties down. Looking up, I discovered that her breasts looked even bigger seen from this angle and between them I could see her looking down at me smiling. Smiling back, I ran my nose through the well-trimmed triangle of light brown hair above her pussy, smelling her arousal.

Petra stepped out of her panties and spread her legs, giving me room to get between them. Taking the cue, I did just that, running my tongue over the top of her clitoris, causing her to moan. One of my hands went around her to grab her fabulous ass to pull her closer, while the other played with the lips of her pussy. Already slippery from the juices dripping out, I enjoyed the feeling as I slipped my fingers between them, running the fingertips up and down her lower lips, hearing her breath quicken.

With a happy sigh, Petra spread her legs more, reaching out with her free hand to brace herself on the chair, her body shuddering, as I slipped two fingers into her, feeling the walls of her pussy clench them in a welcome embrace. Petra gasped when I worked the fingers up and down while my tongue continued its work on and around her clitoris.

I took my time teasing her, changing the rhythm of both fingers and tongue from time to time, feeling her arousal rise steadily, and when I thought she was ready, I found her inner pleasure zone and gave it a hard rub, while licking her clitoris hard and fast.

A moment later, Petra came in a great crashing wave, her pussy spasming around my fingers as she bucked, swayed, and groaned, before she started to fall. I hurriedly removed my fingers from her pussy, so I could use both arms to catch her and ended up with her in my arms. She was still shaking from the recent orgasm and there was a big smile on her face, as she turned slightly to give me a long, passionate kiss.

I returned the kiss, letting my hands roam over her body as we kissed, loving the feel of her in my arms and her naked body against me.

"Fuck, that was good!" Petra said sometime later when she finally broke the kiss. "And it's nice to know that you're there to catch me if I fall."

"Well, on several levels you're a nice armful to catch." I answered with a grin and squeezed a well-formed buttock.

Feeling my hard-on against her, she wriggled against it. "Ivan, if you don't fuck me within the next few minutes, I'm going to go crazy."

"You're the one laying on top of me." I pointed out. "I can't really move that much."

"Are you calling me fat?"

"No, but as a tall and well-trained woman in good shape, you're not exactly light as a feather."

That made her laugh. "Damn, I feel like that 'are you calling me fat?' joke went totally over your head."

"It did." I assured her. "Where's the joke?"

She shook her head. "If you didn't get it from the start, it will take longer to explain than I'm willing to use right now. I want some sex and preferably somewhere softer than here... like on the giant sofa over there."

Glancing over, I looked at the sofa. As Petra had said, it was indeed big. Wide enough for three persons, it looked like it was built for sex and with the sexual appetite of the former owner, it was most likely bought for that exact reason.

"Sounds great, so move that lovely ass."

With a giggle she got up and gave me a hand, so I could get up. I did, but I didn't let go of her hand, using it to spin her around, so she stood with her back towards me.

"Bend over the chair." I told her.

She sent me a surprised look over her shoulder, but then nodded with a smile, as she arched her back, sticking her ass out and spreading her legs to give me access.

My hard dick sprang out when I yanked my pants down. Since moving with my pants around my ankles was awkward, I took them all off, before placing myself behind her, running my hand over her fabulous ass until I reached between the buttocks, and then dived in between them to rub her pussy lightly. She was dripping wet, so I coated my fingers in her juice and then spread it over my hard dick, before placing the head between the lips of her pussy.

"Oh yes." Petra growled and pressed backwards, getting half the dick inside her in one move, causing her to gasp. "Fuck, I love that dick of yours."

"Thank you." I said and placed my hands on her hips for a better grip. Then I pulled out almost all the way, before going back in, not stopping before my hips meet her ass.

Petra yelped and groaned loudly. "Damn, it's good."

"Yes." I agreed. Not only was Petra naturally tight, but her training had made her inner muscles unusually strong, adding to her tightness.

Despite the resistance, I pulled out and repeated the motion, slow hard thrusts that would have made her tilt forward, if I hadn't had a firm grip on her hips. It still made Petra groan, as I gradually picked up the pace, her hands on the chair shaking.

"Harder." She pleaded.

I let go up her hips and puller her upper body into a more upright position, before I grabbed her full breasts from behind, feeling the hard nipple against the palm of my hand. The position gave me a lot of leverage, and I used it to fuck her harder and faster.

It didn't take long before she came with a small shriek, her pussy clamping down tightly on my dick, making me grunt in appreciation. Her shaking legs threatened to give way under her, so I stopped thrusting, buried my cock as deep in her as I could and held her tight instead, enjoying the way her muscles quivered around my hard dick and the feel of her full breasts in my hands. The jolts of pleasure that ran through her made her hips jerk, causing her pussy to move and with the angle, my dick slid over her internal pleasure zone every time she moved, sending even more pleasure through her.

It was a fantastic feeling and I smiled to myself as I felt her pussy starting to contract again, signalling an incoming climax. I considered playing with her clitoris but decided against it. It was most likely hyper-sensitive now and the added stimulation might make Petra jump away. This slow build was much better.

Petra was heaving for breath and her quivering legs threatened to give way under her, so I focused on holding her up and keeping my dick inside her.

With a final jerk of the hips and a howl, Petra came again, her pussy grabbing and squeezing my dick, milking it as tremors ran through her body. Her body suddenly became heavy as her legs gave way under her, but I managed to hold her upright while the aftershock of the orgasm made her body twitch and buck.

Finally, the tremors subsided, and Petra turned in my arms, so we were face to face. "That..." She kissed me. "Was..." She kissed me again. "Fucking..." Another kiss. "Amazing!" The last kiss was longer, and she opened her mouth, her tongue seeking mine.

I haven't come yet and the kiss along with the feel of her breast against my chest, only heightened my desire for her. Taking hold of her ass, I lifted her off the ground and carried her to the sofa, still kissing her.

Then I carefully placed her on her back. With a smile on her face, Petra spread her legs invitingly and without hesitation, I place myself between them and put my cock back where it belonged, as I buried it inside her.

Petra squealed in delight and then groaned, as I began thrusting in and out of her, enjoying the sight of her. With her eyes closed in pleasure, her hair splayed out beneath her and her tits bouncing with every thrust, she was truly a sight to behold.

This time, there was no teasing. I just fucked her as hard as fast as I could, the sound of our pleasure filling the garden gazebo.

"Fuck, I'm coming again!" Petra groaned and locked her ankles behind my back.

I just nodded, feeling my own orgasm coming nearer with each thrust into her drenched pussy. Passing the point of no return, I manage to groan "I'm coming!" as I lowered my head, kissing her.

Petra kissed me back eagerly as I erupted in her, sending her over the edge as well, and she groaned into my mouth as she exploded in an orgasm that made her trash against the sofa.

We stayed like that for a while, but the I lay down beside her, still panting.

"Wow." Said Petra with a smile. "That was good!"

I agreed with a nod. "Yes. So good, that I don't really know what to say right now."

"Than don't say anything." Petra chuckled and snuggled up to me. Automatically, I placed a hand on her back, caressing the sweaty skin. She purred with satisfaction, placed an arm over my chest and then we just lay there, listening to the sound of rain against the roof of the gazebo, while enjoying the feeling of satisfaction in our bodies.

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I must have dozed off because I was awakened by the feeling of a presence near us. Neither passive nor aggressive, it felt familiar, but animal-like. Laying completely still, I opened my eyes and looked in the direction of the presence. I must have slept for a while because the rain had stopped, it was dark outside and the automatic lights in the gazebo had switched on. Less than arm's length away a lay large black cat, observing me calmly.

For a moment, I was sure that it was a Black Leopard, also known as a Panther, but it had a studier build and a rounder, more robust looking, head. The legs were shorter and wider than a Leopard, marking it as a climber, not a sprinter, so it had to be a local variety.

It was a beautiful animal and I smiled slightly as I admired it.

I don't know why, but cats and especially large cats, loves Mentats and they're particularly fond of being in the presence of a meditating or sleeping Mentat, frequently purring if they were able to. Since this one wasn't purring, I assumed it could roar, as every cat I've ever encountered could either purr or roar, but not both.

Reaching out with my mind, I gently contacted it. As I had thought the cat wasn't trained or tame, but a wild animal that had felt me sleeping and wandered closer to relax.

In all the years, I have travelled from place to place, I have only been attacked by a cat once and that was by a tiger in Bharat (India) that had been too old and sick to hunt animals. This one clearly wasn't, and I didn't see the cat as a threat, but it was a problem, since the other people in the house weren't Mentats.

Animal minds are very easy manipulated, and the cat didn't even blink when I started to insert a few behaviour-regulating patterns, making sure that it didn't attack anybody and in general didn't perceive unarmed people as food or something to fight.

Carefully I slid down from the sofa and ended up sitting next to the panther.

"Come here, beauty!" I whispered, adding mental power to the two first words.

The cat crawled closer and then rolled over, so I could scratch it under the chin.

On the sofa, Petra stirred, causing the cat to roll back on its paws and I scratched it on the head directly between the ears, as it looked directly at her.

"Easy, Petra... it's not a threat." I said without turning my head.

"Are you crazy?" She whispered without moving. "It's a panther!"

"Yes, and it's beautiful." I turned my attention back to the panther. "Easy girl... Petra's no threat to you." I said soothingly and gestured in the direction of the rainforest just beyond the garden. "It's getting dark, and you need to hunt. Off you go. You can come back another time."

The cat looked at me again and then stretched and yawned, before it ambled to the garden wall, jumped over it and disappeared into the darkness.

Chuckling I stood up and stretched as well. It felt good as it always does after sleeping.

Next to me, Petra sat up in the sofa, shaking her head, as she looked at me and in a serious tone of voice said. "You're insane."

I shrugged my shoulders lightly. "Why? It's a beautiful creature and no threat to us."

Petra looked like she didn't know what to say, but before she could gather her thoughts, a dark-skinned woman came walking towards the gazebo from the house. As she came nearer, I recognized her as Halima Jobe, a former soldier from South Africa that Parker had bought three years ago.

Unlike Petra and the other women from Malaga, who was regular beauties, Halima was quite ordinary looking and after Parker had used the Loyalty Codex on her, she had become a member of his security force, like other women that came from a military background. Yet another thing I needed to look into.

Neither Petra or I had gotten around to get dressed, but if Halima Jobe had any reservations about watching naked people, she hid it well, as she just nodded to us and informed us that dinner was ready. I did feel a spike of lust emanating from her, but with Petra and I being close together, it was impossible to tell which one of us that have caused the feeling.

"Thank you, Miss Jobe. Let's go eat then." I said and dressed. "By the way... Could you gather the security force and the rest of the staff in the courtyard after dinner? I would like to say hello to them all."

"Certainly, Mr. Ivan."

Petra took the dress from the chair, but grimaced as she felt the wet dress against her skin. "Forget it... I'm taking a blanket instead."

"You'll look good anyway." I assured her with a smile and watched her warp a blanket around her body.

We walked through the open-air dining area, complete with a BBQ grill and a reading nook, and onto the large mosaic tiled patio with its huge swimming pool, relaxing sofas, and some hammocks. The patio was also one of the only places on the lower floor, where there was a view over the Caribbean Sea.

As we walked through the sliding patio doors connecting the patio with the living area and into the house from the garden, the beauty of it really struck me.

The light brown tiled floor, white walls and dark wood ceilings and woodwork contrasted each other beautifully and made a perfect frame for the wood-and-leather furniture, sitting on dark brown-and-white carpet. Colourful paintings, green plants and flowers added colours the rooms and as every common room in the house was two stories tall, supported by slim pillars, they were naturally cool, without being cold. Like anything else Parker had considered his own, the interior styling was dominated by natural materials and kept simple, yet elegant.

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After the dinner Petra, now dressed in a black t-shirt, camouflage pants and short boots, and I walked out in the courtyard, which was filled with people. From Parkers memories, I knew the estate employed no less than nineteen people: Eight security guards, a manager, two maids, two servers, two chefs, a gardener, a farrier and two farm hands. All the ordinary staff was locals.

Seeing the people waiting, I introduced myself, told them I was the new owner and that nothing major was going to change. They visibly relaxed at that and I guessed they had feared losing their cozy jobs. Then I used the trigger and mind trick on them, transferring their loyalty from Parker to me, which ensured their silence in case they saw something they shouldn't have seen.

One part of my work done, I dismissed everybody except the all-female security force and walked over to them. It was a varied bunch. Two dark South-Africans, two Chinese, two North-Koreans and two Europeans from France. None of them was particularly good looking, but as former military people, they knew how to do their jobs, for which they were reasonable paid.

"Hello again, Mr. Ivan." Said Halima with a smile, as I came nearer.

"Hello Halima." I looked at the rest, nodding as their faces and names fit together from Parkers files. "Kotu, Su-Yun, Li-Na, Rou, Shen, Colette and last, but not least, Brigitte."

"Good evening, sir." They said almost on chorus, looking surprised as I named them.

I fastened my eyes on Halima again. "As far as I understood from Petra, you're not allowed to date or have sex with anyone."

She looked like she had trouble controlling her facial expression as she said. "That is correct, sir."

"That is ridiculous... From now on, you can do that, providing it doesn't affect your job here." I looked at them. "In a moment I will ask how many of you want to go home if given the chance, but before you answer that, I want you to know, that this is not a permanent arrangement. If you stay with me, I will expect you to get an education in a field you're interested in and capable of doing. This might be security, but it could be anything, so think about it." They blinked in surprise, but didn't say anything, so I continued. "For the time being, you still cannot contact your family, but if you have friends or relatives in similar conditions, give me a heads-up and I'll do my best to have them brought here."

Their surprise turned into a stunned silence. I knew it was a lot of hope to give them after the treatment they had suffered, so I simply said. "It's not a final answer, but who wants to go home?"

The two French women raised their hands. Kotu and Rou did the same, while Halima Jobe, both the North Koreans and Shen Xia, one of the Chinese soldiers, just watched me. That wasn't a surprise, as they didn't have anything to return to that I was aware off. The two North Koreans had escaped the brutal regime in their home country by traveling to China, only to be captured and sold as sex slaves. Shen Xia had run away from a forced marriage and the same had Halima Jobe.

I nodded. "I will work on making that happen, but it will take some time. Please return to your jobs for now."

They nodded, turned as one in a true military fashion, and walked away.

When I turned around to walk back to the house, I discovered Petra standing four steps behind me, but instead of her usual smile, she looked serious, almost stern and her pose was that of a security guard at ease.

I chuckled as I switched to Ukrainian, Petra's native language. "Yes, my beautiful shadow?"

The stern face cracked in a radiant smile. "You keep surprising me. What was that about their relatives?"

Walking towards the house, I said. "In my experience, women in dangerous areas rarely travel alone. Groups are more secure and often consisting of friends or family. Unfortunately, this also means that some of those women might have been captured and sold in groups, but the individuals just didn't end up the same place."

"That makes sense. Hmmm, good thing you have money, coz that is going to be expensive."

I snorted. "Not really."

"What?"

Activating my memory, I found the information from the memory I had taken from Parker. "The price for a North Korean sex-slave is around a thousand American dollars, provided she's in her twenties. Cheaper if older and more expensive if younger. For Chinese or South-African women in the same age group, it's about twice that. European women are much more expensive."

It was strange, but despite slavery being outlawed everywhere, slaves were comparably cheaper than I remembered from any other age.

"And Ukrainian women?" Petra asked after a pause.

I stopped and looked at her. "You want to know what you're worth on the black market?"

"Yes."

"The five of you was a special order, aimed at getting the most skilled, beautiful, and well-shaped female soldiers that could possibly be found. For each of you, the price was two hundred and fifty thousand dollars or about ten times the normal rate."

To my amazement, Petra smiled a bit. "I guess, I should be flattered."

Smiling back, I nodded. "You actually should."

"What would you have paid for me?"

"Before or now that I know you?"

"Now of course."

"Your weight in gold." I said truthfully.

Laughing softly, she gave me a hug and a kiss. "You always seem to know exactly what to say." She gave me another kiss, but then stepped away. "I better go talk with Halima Jobe and the rest. Unless I'm mistaken, they don't know what to believe right now."

She was right about that, so I nodded. "Good idea."

"I'm full of them." She retorted with a dazzling smile and walked back towards the door.

I nodded to myself as I admired the shape of her ass until the door closed behind her. Besides her physical charms, Petra had an uncanny knack for knowing what ought to be done and the talent for actually doing it, which meant that she had been absolutely correct when she said she was full of good ideas. In my experience that was a rare ability and one I fully intended to take advantage off.

Upstairs in the main building was where the master suite was located and that featured a living room, an office style library, and the bedroom.

The location on the upper floor not only gave the master suite privacy, but also a fantastic view from the many windows and the French doors, that lead to the private balcony.

As all other rooms in the house, it had tiled floors, white walls, and a dark wooden ceiling, but the red-and-white drapes and the green plants gave the rooms colour and a stylish, yet homely feel.

Ignoring the bed, I walked out on the balcony and sat down in a chair to enjoy the view of the forest stretching out to the sea.

As so often before, my thoughts start to center on the mind-control Parker had invented and used on many of his people. Depending on the people used on, there were two basic versions: The gentle one, which mostly guaranteed that the person in question would remain loyal and work towards the goals Parker had set. This gentle version didn't require the victim to do anything that was against their nature and was the version that had been used on business- and security people.

The stronger version had been invented by Parker and Curtis together and was much worse. One of Parker and Curtis' goal had been to create a willing and obedient sex-partner, who was always ready for sex, but had just enough independence and personality to function on their own.

Powerful, but extremely crude, the attempts at making the perfect sex-slaves I had seen so far had more or less destroyed the personality and free will of the victim.

In Baylon such a person had been known as an Abdere (Baylon: 'Seized' or 'taken'), indicating a person that have had their personality taken away from them and making an Abdere had been considered murder, since that person could never be the same again, but only restored to a certain degree depending on the victim and the power used.

According to the information from Parker, only one out of four women had enough free will and personality to become the sex-slaves they had been trying to create, while even fewer of them had enough independence to become high-end escorts. However, as neither Curtis nor Parker could determine this beforehand, they had used the trial-and-error method, ruthlessly applied their mind-control, and then sorting them out afterwards. Those who whose personality didn't survive were installed in brothels.

As they had forty-two high-end escorts and had sold one hundred fifty-four sex-slaves, there could as many as a seven hundred Abderes in the various properties here in Costa Rica. Trying to restore these would take a lot of energy and time, and adding the children that Curtis had imported, just made it a whole lot worse.

The sex-slaves they had sold were a lost cause as they had been sold to very rich and influential men in the Middle East and Asia and there was no way I could get them back.

The escorts were another story. Since independence was a sign that the personality wasn't completely destroyed, the forty-two high-end escorts was those with the best chance of being restored. However, they were also among those hardest to reach, since they were spread over most of the globe, living mainly in big trading cities like Los Angeles, New York, Houston, Miami, London, Paris, Amsterdam, Seoul, Singapore, Hong Kong, Tokyo, and Shanghai.

Not only did they send some of their income back to Erebus, but they also worked as passive spies, passing on any interesting titbits they heard back to the leaders of Erebus, which in effect meant me.

The sound of soft steps on the floor interrupted my train of thoughts.

"What's up?" asked Petra as she laid her arms around me from behind. "You look so serious."

"Just thinking about all the cleaning up I have to do." I said and leaned my head back against her body. "Not exactly the funniest thoughts."

"Is it that bad? You haven't mentioned any cleaning up before, only that we needed to save some kids."

"There's a lot more. Parker tested and used his mind control on a lot of kidnapped women." I said with a sigh. "Take what was done with the two women in the warehouse in Malaga and imagine it being done to ninety women per year for eight years. Then you have it."

Parkers crude, but powerful mind-control had destroyed the brains off the two women in Malaga and they had been almost mindless in their desire to please Parker. The same fate could easily have happened to Petra and she stiffened up for a moment before she relaxed a bit. "That thought almost made me throw up. Can you heal them?"

"Some of them, perhaps." I said with a sigh and explained about the sex-slaves, brothels, and escorts as well as the connection between them. "For others, I can make their lives a bit better, but they'll never be normal."

Petra let go of my neck, walked around the chair, and sat down on my lap. "How can I help?"

"First of all, we need to rescue the kids. Unfortunately, they're not held by Parkers and Curtis' criminal organization, so I can't just have them released. That means that we have to liberate them by force and since they're being held in two different locations, we need to hit those locations at the same time. Otherwise, the network will move them to another location."

"That makes sense."

"Good, because I want you and whomever you chose to plan the rescue missions."

She looked surprised. "Why?"

"You're a trained soldier and I'm not." I said with a shrug. "The security guards look up to you and they got all the skills you need to do this."

Petra thought for a moment and then nodded. "Good point and the security force are trained soldiers like Delina, Esther and I, so we do have an attack force."

"Hmm what about Ayanna? I know Riya is a combat medic, but I have no idea about what Ayanna can, except she hasn't had any combat experience."

"She's Air Defense. Basically, she deals, or rather dealt, with military electronics." Explained Petra. "She'll be very useful when it comes to disable electronics, but not in real combat."

"Oh... So, we have the three of you and twenty-eight security guards."

"Twenty-eight? There's only eight here."

I shrugged. "Villa Bonita here is just one of Parkers estates in Costa Rica. He have, or rather had, another on the west side to be used when it is rainy season here. There're another ten security guards there. Curtis, Parker's companion, also had an estate on the pacific side with nine more guards."

"Damn, I had forgotten about him... Where do the guards come from?"

Activating my memory, I found the relevant piece of information. "Pakistan, Sri Lanka, Russia, Philippines, Germany, United Kingdom, Sweden, Romania, Kazakhstan and Ukraine."

"Ukraine?"

I nodded. "Yes... Any chance you know them?"

She chuckled. "Well, there's always a chance, but I doubt it. There are more than ten thousand women in the Ukrainian Armed Forces, and they might not even be Army. They could just as easily be Navy or Air Force, so the chance for running into someone I know is small. Not to mention, that I don't know any ex-military women who had disappeared."

"Good point, but most of them wouldn't be listed as disappeared anyway... Just as having travelled to another country to work." I explained. "That's the story that was typically used, exactly to avoid the women to be listed as disappeared."

"Kinda clever." Mumbled Petra.

"Yeah. Parker and Curtis were by any means merciless assholes, but they were quite intelligent."

She nodded. "I guess so, but on the bright side, that gives us enough people to rescue the kids."

"It does." I answered as I laid an arm around her and dragged her closer, as always enjoying the feeling of her body against mine.

Her near perfect breasts were temptingly close and my hand wandered to them almost of their own. She gasped, as I fondled them gently and then smiled when she felt the effect it had on my dick.

"I love it when you do that." She said and kissed my neck with soft lips.

"So do I." Catching her nipple between two fingers, I squeezed it, causing her to shiver. "Let's go to bed."

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Meeting a few victims

Late July 2000, Costa Rica

I woke early the next morning and after the usual toilet routines, I walked into the garden to relax in the morning sun but feeling restless, I settled on doing forms instead.

An integral element in any martial arts I have ever encountered, forms is a pattern of movements and techniques that can be practiced alone, with the goal of making the techniques so natural that the martial artist can do them without thinking.

Having had more than a thousand years to train, I had mastered them a long time ago and now they were more a sort of moving meditation, where I moved without thinking about it, allowing me to relax mentally and get some exercise at the same time.

Feeling the presence of somebody else near me, I turned my head and saw a woman standing half-way down the terrace, watching me as she stood there silently. Of medium height, she was a good-looking mix between Asian and European influences, with long light brown hair, a hint of slanted eyes and full lips, and I recognized her from the pictures in Parkers files as Shelly Ocampo, one of the female Mentats, Parker had gotten his hands on.

According to Parkers file on her, she was from the Philippines, had some telepathic abilities and was able to detect the use of Mental powers. Much to Parker's frustration, she had resisted his attempt to make her totally devoted to him, but he did manage to get into bed with her, despite the fact that she was mostly into women. Satisfied that he eventually could have a child with her, Parker had left it at that and used the loyalty codex on her, before he travelled to Spain along with Curtis, leaving Shelly in Costa Rica.

She had been fortunate that the loyalty codex worked, because Parkers notes stated, that if the gentle version of the Loyalty codex didn't take, she would have been turned into a doll for breeding like the rest of the women.

"I guess you're the new boss?" Shelly said in accented English as soon as she discovered me looking at her.

"That will depend on how you define 'boss'." I said quietly as I watched her. There was a tension in her, like a coiled spring. "But yes, right now I'm in charge."

Unschooled as she was, I could feel the mental energy building in her, making me sigh as I issued a command and added mental energy to it. "Don't try that."

There was a gasp as the build-up of mental energy fizzled.

"Thank you, Miss Ocampo."

A moment later, she sighed. "What happens now?"

"That depends on what you want." I said and gestured at the garden chair. "So, take a seat and tell me about your dreams for the future."

She didn't move. "No need. I just want to go back to the Philippines, get my old job back and live my life as before."

I looked at her, while recalling information from my memory. According to Parkers file, Shelly had worked as a saleswoman in a jewellery store, but a gambling debt had caused her to borrow money from criminals and when she couldn't pay them back and refused to rob the jewellery store where she worked, they had simply kidnapped and sold her to cover their expenses.

However, I could feel that the story about her wanting to go back was a lie, or at least not exactly what she really wanted.

Reaching out with my mind, I discretely probed her mind-shield, which was so feeble it might as well not be there. Even the first mind-shield Cyra and Zena had created had been better.

Penetrating it undetected required almost not effort at all and a moment later information started to flow into me. Shelly did not want to return to the Philippines, since she still owed the criminal organization money. She was terrified of her psychic abilities, as she had very limited control and had spent a good deal of her adult life thinking that she was going insane, since she heard voices in her head. She also didn't expect me to send her home and had only mentioned it to get a better deal, if that was possible.

"I'll need a few weeks to get everything in order." I said, "Then you can go back to Manila. Getting your job and old life back will be up to you."

Surprise was almost painted on her face. "You'll let me go?!"

"Yes." I answered with a nod. "To be honest, I don't need you for anything I can think of."

"B-b-but I'm a Psychic like you!"

"Not even close." I said with a snort. "You're unschooled, easily detectable and doesn't have a mindshield worth mentioning, which makes you more of a liability than an asset. You'll require a whole lot of training, before you can be of any use, which again will take a lot of time and effort on my behalf and I'm not sure it's worth it."

There was silence for a moment, before I heard Petra's voice say, "Be nice, Ivan. You promised us that." as she walked into the garden behind Shelly, who quickly turned around to see who the newcomer was.

The Ukrainian flashed a smile at Shelly. "Relax, honey. I'm on your side. Ivan promised to take care of anybody we found here and I'm going to hold him to that."

Since she had turned around, I couldn't see her face, but I could easily feel the spike of lust emanating from her as she looked at Petra.

That was understandable. Dressed in a light blue T-shirt that showed off the shape of her magnificent breasts, and shorts that displayed her tanned and well-shaped long legs, she looked just as sexy as she normally did.

Petra was still looking at Shelly. "I'm Petra. Nice to meet you, Shelly."

"N-n-nice to meet you too." Stammered Shelly.

Petra nodded to her and looked at me. "Can you train her?"

"If she has the ability, psychic powers are like any other skill," I said with a shrug. "So yes, it can be trained... if she wants to be trained that is."

Shelly Ocampo whirled around to look at me with a furious expression on her face. "Of course, I want to be trained, you... "

Petra took a quick step forward and lightly tapped her on the shoulder, interrupting her. "Easy n.."

There was a sudden raise in mental energy from Shelly as she instinctively lashed out mentally at Petra, but the weak mental attack bounced harmlessly off the Ukrainians mind shield and I was suddenly very glad, that I had used an Ars Mentalis trick on the five women I had liberated in Malaga.

Called Adamant Mind, it was a technique that allowed a Mentat to take control of a person's mind-shield and temporary strengthen it a lot. It also made it extremely difficult for the target to use mental powers, but as neither of the women had any, that mattered little. Since it wasn't permanent, I would have to repeat the process every three or four months, but for Riya, Ayanna, Esther, Delina and Petra, it was like a gift from Goddesses themselves, as it gave them a sense of security they haven't had, since Parker and Curtis had started working on them.

The only draw-back of the Adamant Mind, was it negated my ability to sense their emotions unless I was touching them, but that was a small price to pay for their security and peace of mind.

Petra must have felt the mental attack because she drew a gun so fast that it almost looked like it just appeared in her hand. For a heartbeat I wondered where she gotten the gun but realized that the security force was quite well equipped, and Petra must have gotten it from them. Compared to the guns I had seen so far, this was one was fairly small, but I imagined that it must seem huge when you were looking right down the barrel of it, like Shelly Ocampo did.

There was silence for a few heartbeats before Petra smiled her usual charming smile, but her voice was cold when she calmly said. "Sorry, honey, that isn't gonna work, and don't ever try that again. Ever."

Shelly nodded silently.

"It's also a problem." I said, causing both women to look at me as Petra holstered her gun behind her back again. "You have a quite a temper, Shelly, and the most important factor in using mental powers is self-control. That's another thing we need to train." I paused for a moment as I thought it over and then continued. "Look, I can train your abilities, give you a job and offer you some protection, but in return I need your loyalty. I don't want to train you, only to have you turn around and use your abilities on us."

Shelly opened her mouth and it looked like she was going to give me a smart-ass reply, but then she sighed. "I guess that makes sense." She paused for moment, before she continued. "But don't expect me to jump into bed with you! I don't know what the hell he did, but I don't want it."

Petra laughed a throaty laugh, causing the Filipina to look at her. "What?"

The laugh turned into a smile. "Sorry, Shelly, but even if you wanted to get into bed with Ivan here, you would have to draw a number and get in line." She walked past Shelly to get over to me and gave me a long soft kiss, before looking at the Asian again. "I guess you're lesbian, right?"

Stunned, Shelly shook her head in denial.

"Yes, you are." Said Petra calmly. "Most heterosexual finds Ivan extremely hot... me included." She saw the look I gave her and sent me a grin. "What? Unlike you, I didn't promise to be nice!"

With a smile, I poked her in the side. "If I have to be nice, so do you."

Petra rolled her eyes and looked over at Shelly. "Sorry. That wasn't fair of me." She paused. "True, but not fair."

The Filipina looked from Petra to me and then back to Petra again, blurting. "You're not mind controlled!"

"Not enough." I mumbled, causing Petra to elbow me, before she said. "Only for loyalty and in all fairness to Ivan, he didn't do it and it was an emergency situation."

Shelly shook her head slightly and changed the subject. "When can we start the training?"

"When you're more relaxed." I answered. "You're way too tense right now and that affect your self-control."

"Well, you try being confined this place for months!" She shot back as her temper flared again.

"Good point." I admitted. "So, the first thing I want you to do is to take a vacation at a resort here in Costa Rica. Get some massage, go shopping, see the countryside, get laid or whatever you need to do to relax. I'll pay the vacation and give you some money to use. After that, you'll get a salary just like everybody else."

"Really?"

"Yes. You need to relax and if being here drives you crazy, getting away for a while will do you good." I looked at Petra. "Could you go help her find a place to stay for a relaxing vacation?" Mentally I added "< Preferably not too far away >"

"No problem." She said verbally and walked over to Shelly. "Come... let's go look at some places."

They left, and I was alone in the garden again. Or almost alone, because out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Rang Su-Yun, one of the North Korean security guards walking towards me, doubt and insecurity written all over her pretty face, and it seemed like my morning of relaxation was over before it had really begun.

Su-Yun stopped a few meters away and bowed deeply. "Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Ivan."

Her English was slow, and she seemed to search for the correct words, so I switched to Korean as I answered, hoping that the difference between North Korean and the South Korean I had learned from Karen in Malaga was minimal.

"You do not disturb, Rang Su-Yun."

She looked surprised for a few heartbeats, but then said, "Thank you." and walked nearer, making me realize how short she was. I doubted she was much more than 145 cm (4'9") tall.

"You said to tell you if we had any friends or relatives in the same situation." She said in a Korean that was close enough to the one I had learned to be understandable.

I nodded, waiting for her to continue, which she did by handing me a written note containing eight names. "These are my sisters."

Glancing at the note, I saw at least five different surnames, meaning that these women weren't her blood relatives. "Could you please explain the different names?"

Su-Yun nodded and started talking.

Apparently, the North Korean regime had a collection of groups called Gippeumjo, which translated into Pleasure Groups. Consisting of good-looking young women, the purpose of these groups was to entertain and sexually please high-ranking members of the regime. Selected shortly after puberty, the members of the Gippeumjo underwent a rigorous training in singing, dancing, massage, and sex, before they were put into service.

Connected to each group were specially trained female soldiers who acted as bodyguards for the rest and Su-Yun had been one of those.

The group had been together for almost four years, before they had been drugged and captured by Chinese traffickers a couple of years ago, while touring near the border. Soon after the capture, Su-Yun and Li-Na had been sold to Parker, while the rest of the captured women went elsewhere.

As she told her story, I understood why she had called them sisters as they had been together for a long time and through many different situations, and when she was finished, I said. "I shall do my best to find your sisters, Rang Su-Yun. I cannot promise anything, but I will do my best."

She thanked me and left as quietly as she come, while I added yet another item to the rapidly growing list of things I had to fix.

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Delina, Riya, Esther and Ayanna arrived just in time for lunch, having spent most of the morning shopping for practical clothes and shoes in Limon, the harbour city where Dream Weaver was docked. The summer dresses and matching shoes they had worn on the yacht was nice, but not really suited for spending time on a former ranch like Villa Bonita. At least not if they wanted to do anything else than swimming in the sea or relaxing in the villa.

Not that I minded looking at them in swimsuits, as all of them fulfilled the criteria's Parker had set for his combined bodyguard and sex-slave group, being beautiful, tall, slim, and fit, with large breasts and long legs. The major difference between them were their personality, county of origin and skin colour.

Delina was a tech specialist, originally from Gambia in West Africa and had the golden, dark-brown skin tones so often seen there, while Riya and Ayanna had a slightly skin tone, being from what was now known as Pakistan and Sri Lanka. Riya was a medic and a helicopter pilot, while Ayanna had been in the Airforce. Then there was Esther, a Persian looking teacher from Israel, who had been in the Israeli border police as a sniper. Last, but certainly not least, there was Petra, a fair skinned Ukrainian who had been a Military Police educated bodyguard and later had functioned as an assistant to an officer, due to her good leadership skills.

All in all, they were an impressive collective of beauty, brains, and skills. Just about everything I loved in a woman, though I had only shared pleasure with Petra and Delina so far. When I had liberated them in Malaga, I had been forced to activate the Loyalty Codex Parker had placed on them, and I simply refused to take advantage of it to get them to share pleasure with me.

If they came to me of their own free will, I wouldn't say no, but I had never mind-controlled someone into bed with me and I had no intension of changing that now.

"Oh, Ivan... there're horses here. Can we go riding?" asked Petra while we were all having lunch at the large table on the shaded terrace. "I need to do something."

"Sure." I said with a nod. "I have some stuff I need to look at, but that doesn't mean the six of you have to sit around being bored."

At my insistence, Shelly had joined us at the table, and she looked a little stunned by the sheer beauty of the other five women as she was sending glances around the table.

"Can I go too?" She asked hopefully, which caused Petra to look questioningly at me.

"Yes... hmmm... Take one of the security guards along. I have no idea how safe this area is."

Petra nodded. "Will do. Can we have weapons here? I feel a lot more secure with a gun on me."

"Ask the security guards about that, but as long as it can be done legally, I don't mind." I smiled at her. "And besides, why do you ask? You already have one."

"Yeah, but I realized I forgot to check if it was legal." She smiled innocently and gestured at the rest of the ex-military women. "And I might not be the only one, who wants a weapon."

Delina, Esther and Ayanna nodded, while Riya shrugged her shoulder. "As long as you guys have weapons, I don't need one. As a medic, I didn't get much training with guns... or with horses for that matter."

"No worries." Said Petra. "Riding a horse is not that difficult. At least not when only taking it for a ride to the beach. I'll teach you."

"Me as well, please." Added Esther and a moment later Ayanna asked the same.

Before she could answer, I said. "Petra, you already talked with Jobe and the rest, so take care of that... and if you need help with the teaching, ask one of the staff."

She nodded with a smile.

After lunch, most of the women walked away to prepare for the riding trip, but Esther stayed behind. "Mr. Ivan, do you have something I can do here? I'm getting restless."

Before joining the Israeli Border Patrol, Esther had been educated as a teacher, so after thinking it over, I nodded. "Yes. As long as you're willing to work with the kids we're here to save."

"I would love that." Esther said without hesitation and then tilted her head. "I thought you were going to send them home."

"I am, but unfortunately, it's not that simple, so we might have to make a kind of Children's Home here." I said and explained that some of the children didn't have a home to return to, while other had been sold by their family or somebody close to their family. Sending them back there, would either get them killed or sold again. Even those who did have a home to return to, needed time to be mentally healed and they too needed somewhere to stay.

Esther paled and fastened her grey eyes on me. "If you give me a chance, I will take care of it. Those kids deserve a new and better home... not to mention teaching and everything else."

I thought it over for a few heartbeats, but then nodded. "You'll need to make a plan and I want it in writing along with a list of what you need to make it happen. I'll find a place and the money for it all."

"How much are you willing to spend?"

"As long as you don't go wild, don't worry about money." I said with a shrug. "Parker and Curtis earned a lot of money trafficking people and I would like to see some of it put to good use as soon as I have access to it."

Esther nodded. "I'll come up with a plan."

"Thank you."

When they had left, I walked into the office and was preparing to review some of Parker's files, when Delina suddenly walked in. "Hey."

"Hey... Aren't you going for a ride?"

"Yes." She said with a sweet smile as she closed the door behind her. "But it's going to take Petra and the stable hand a while to teach the others the basics of riding, so I thought I would come in here and practice my riding skills on you."

That answer took me by surprise. Delina was usually not the type to be brazen about her needs. Mostly, because she considered herself a concubine. A mix between a mistress and a sex-slave depending on the culture, concubinage was a tradition dating back millennia and I had thought that the tradition had disappeared along with slavery, but as with so many other things, it was still here.

This time it worked in Delina's favour, as consensual sex with a man before or outside marriage was forbidden and considered a sin. However, as a concubine, Delina had to obey the will of her master and thus having sex with me wasn't a sin. Along the same line, sex between two women was not considered sex, since it didn't involve a man, enabling her to have sex with Petra whenever she wanted, without committing at sin. At least according to her conviction and that was all that mattered.

"That sounds promising." I said with a smile. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I did say that I want to ride you, so drop your pants and sit on the chair." She said, "With Petra in charge, we don't have much time."

With a nod, I did as she said, sitting down in the armless chair in front of the desk, while she discarded her summer dress in one smooth motion. She was naked underneath, and she was just as spectacular naked as Petra and the thought of her made my dick grow hard.

Biting her lip, she walked over to me and gave me a kiss as she swung her legs over me. "Sorry for being so forward, but I need to get laid."

"No need to apologize." I said and moaned as her cool hand closed around my dick, lining it up with her entrance. She wasn't lying about her need to get laid, because when she placed the head between the lips of her pussy, I could feel the wetness there and as she moved the head back and forth a few times along her slit, small drops of her juice ran down the head and onto shaft.

When she was satisfied with the wetness, Delina started to settle down on me, moaning as her pussy lips parted for my dick.

"So good." Hissed Delina, moaning and trembling softly as she worked my dick inside her, leaning forward and pressed her brown breasts against my face, as she wriggled with her hips to get more inside. It was an encouragement I really didn't need, and I began to kiss and lick them, sucking her stiff dark nipple into my mouth, as I caressed the soft skin of her back.

Delina wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me close as she wriggled her way down until her ass touched my legs, finally sitting on my lap with my dick inside her.

"Wow..." She breathed and smiled down at me. "I hope you're enjoying it as much as I do."

"No fear. I might not come, but it's insanely good." I replied with a smile of my own. The women still had trouble believing that I didn't need or want to come each and every time we were together. There were two of them, Petra and Delina, but only one of me and as Parker had boosted their sexual need, I was rarely in need of sex. On the other hand, I needed the life energy released by sex to keep me alive.

Thousands of years ago, I had used an advanced Vis power called 'Peaches of Immortality' to make me eternally young. Granted, it was an accident, and I only did it to avoid a slow and painful death, but the result was the same: I could keep myself young and alive by simply absorbing Vis, or life energy, from the surroundings or from good feelings, with good sex being the most efficient method.

However, after my long meditation I had discovered, that just absorbing Vis from the surroundings simply wasn't enough anymore, as the amount of free Vis had faded while I had been asleep. Consequently, I now needed the extra Vis that women release when they have an orgasm to keep me alive, but once every two or three weeks was more than enough and with beautiful women around me almost all the time, it wasn't really a problem yet.

Delina brought me back to the present by placing her hands on the back of the chair for leverage and then started to ride me, disbanding any thoughts of Vis or anything else for that matter.

I shivered with pleasure as she began bouncing up and down on my dick, her full breasts jiggling with every move as she slammed down onto me again and again, taking most of my length into her with each bounce.

To my surprise, she even reached down between her legs with one hand to play with her clitoris. A thing she hadn't done the other times we had shared pleasure, but the sight of it only heightened my lust and I moved my hands to her ass, squeezing hard.

In response, she used the muscles in her pussy to clench my cock, making me groan from the feeling. Gasping, Delina said. "I'm coming! I'M COMING!"

Her body was hit with a powerful jolt of pleasure, and she jerked against me, shuddering and moaning, and I felt her juices run down my dick to coat my balls, dripping onto the floor.

Ignoring it, I hugged and kissed her, as she rode out her orgasm, just as a knock on the door disturbed us, followed by Petra's voice. "Delina! We're ready to ride. Are you coming?"

"Too late." I mumbled with a grin. "She has already ridden, and she did come."

Giggling happily, Delina kissed me and then raised her voice. "One moment, Petra. I'll be right there."

Looking at me with fondness in her eyes, she gave me another kiss. "Thanks, Ivan. That was wonderful."

"Don't thank me, you did all the work. I didn't even have time to take off the shirt." I replied and took it off, handing it to her. "Here. You might want to dry yourselves before going out."

"Thank you." She said as she got of me and started to dry herself with the shirt, while I watched, enjoying the sight of the wriggle of her breasts the motions made.

"You're beautiful."

Surprised he looked at me and then smiled. "Thank you. You're not too bad yourself."

"Geez, thanks." I grinned and was rewarded with a kiss, before she found her dress, took her panties from a pocket, and hurriedly dressed again. Then she sent me a wink and walked out of the door.

Smiling I shook my head. It seemed like Delina was enjoying her new life.

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The knowledge I had taken from Parker had revealed, that there was a large hidden cellar under the estate where Parker had done most of his planning, so when I was sure that all the women had gone, I walked into the office, locking the door behind me, before I opened the secret door behind the closet. Then I stepped into the elevator, punched the correct code and a few moments later I was in the cellar.

The light switched on automatically when the elevator door opened and for a moment, I stood in the opening, looking around. Instead of the rough cave I for some reason had expected, I was looking into a cosy living room. There was a sofa group made of dark wood and along the walls where the raw cliff could still be seen, there were bookcases, cabinets and even an entertainment centre. The whole room was lighted by lamps sitting on the walls or standing on the floor, bathing the room on a warm light.

It looked very inviting, and I almost wished I had meet Parker before he went insane and started to think he was a superior being. From what I've learned so far, once upon a time Parker had been a decent person and I might have been able to prevent him from going insane though I doubted that, as it demanded that people actually paid attention and hadn't been the type to listen to others.

Walking through the living room, I opened a door and walked into the office. Kept in almost the same style as the living room, this room featured a large desk, several storage cabinets and two huge bookcases, but the stand-out was a large board, where Parker had tracked his own private investments on one side and the advancement of his plans on the other side.

Having read Parker's mind in Malaga, I already knew the outline of his Grand Plan, which he had thought out ten years ago, after discovering that the children of two psychics might become psychics themselves. It was a five-stage plan, aimed at establishing a dynasty of psychics that would eventually rule the world.

Stage One was amassing wealth. According to Parker, that stage was mostly finished now, as he had both his network and enough money to set the rest of the plan into motion.

Stage Two was finding women with Psychic abilities to have children with.

Stage Three was training the Psychic children and mind controlling as many influential people as possible.

Stage Four was inserting the adult and loyal Psychics into the governments of the most powerful nations in the world, where they could take over the country.

Stage Five was to use the new country leaders as well as the mind controlled influential people to give Parker the total dominance of the world, with Curtis as his 'crown prince'.

What troubled me, was that many of the things he had done was, as far as I could see, unrelated to that plan. When I had read his mind and memories, I had concentrated on 'hard information' like codes, numbers, and names, which meant that I had missed a lot of information, whose importance first became obvious later.

The creation of the sex-slaves was one of things I didn't understand. First, I had assumed that Parker just wanted to get some sex, but with the amount of money I later discovered he had, he could have paid ten call-girls a day without even noticing it on his bank account.

My only other guess was that since the sex-dolls would come almost no matter what he did to them, they would have been more satisfying than a call girl would. It was, however, only a guess as I had no idea about his motivation for that one.

One piece of information I did get from Parker, was that he had written most things down in the files and notebooks in the office here, so he wouldn't forget anything.

I looked at the filled bookshelves and sighed. Even with the ability to read as fast as I could look at a page, going through twenty years' worth of notes would take a while.

One of the major problems in obtaining information like I had done when reading Parker's mind, was that it was like gaining access to a library: All the information was there, but you had to know what to look for, before you could find it. In a strange sort of way, that made the notebooks the keys I needed to unlock the information I already had. That Parker had been insane by the time I read his mind, didn't make understanding any of his ramblings any easier.

With a shrug, I picked the first book and starting to read it. Postponing it wouldn't help and I needed the information.

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Even with the speed I was reading, it took several hours just to get through the first bookcase and when I had finished that, I took a break.

One thing that haven't been clear, when I had read Parker's mind in Malaga, was the extend he had let himself be controlled by his gift of Precognition.

Defined as the ability to foretell the future, Precognition was a gift so rare that I only knew of one person that had had it and that was the Baylon king who had made the decision to move Baylon from its home dimension to this one, in an effort to save the island from destruction.

Parker had no control over the visions he had been getting, but perhaps due to Parkers own interests, many of them featured real estate, the stock market or crime and it was because of those visions, that Parker had been able to be as successful as he was. Unfortunately, the dependency of the visions had slowly eroded his ability to act at his own accord, as he started to act only on things he had seen in his visions.

I had no doubt it had been an attributing factor to him going insane. Nobody could live only for the future, while forgetting the present, without going insane at some point.

However, both his notebooks and memories revealed that before he had gone insane and hatched a plan to rule the world, he had been quite busy.

After Parker had discovered his Psychic powers, he had used them carefully, but ruthlessly to get what he wanted, which at the time was money. His job as an international real estate broker had taken him around the world where he met many wealthy people, among them the unbelievable wealthy sheiks and emirs of the oil producing Middle East. Using his powers and skills with care, Parker had spent four years amassing money to buy property and speculate on the stock market. Both were greatly helped by his gift of precognition, which had given him visions of the future in regard to business and it was by following these visions, Parker had made a small fortune.

Unfortunately, having stock and real estate didn't mean having cash and Parker wanted money right away and not at some point in the future. In 1975, he finally saw a chance to become both rich and affluent in one blow and during the civil war in Lebanon, he organized and conducted the robbing of the British Bank of the Middle East in Beirut.

Officially, he got away with almost 50 million British Pound, but that was just the banks official loss. The 200 million pounds in bearer bounds hidden in the vault's security boxes had been the real reason Parker had robbed the bank. Untraceable and easier to transport than stacks of cash, the bearer bonds were issued by various companies as well as governments and was payable to whomever held them with no questions asked.

The rest of the loot was a different matter. Unlike bearer bonds, large amounts of money needed documentation before they could be used legally. So, Parker had used his mind controlling powers on several international banking people and while transforming the illegally earned money into legitimate assets cost a percentage of the total amount, he had ended up with almost 45 million pounds, bringing the total value of the heist to just over 245 million pounds or almost 500 million dollars. An amount of money that nearly tripled his fortune, but Parker still wasn't quite satisfied.

He wanted a secure base and as some of the bearer bonds had been issued by a private trading company called Oldenburg Merchant Group, he visited Oldenburg and used the bonds, along with a good deal of money and mental power, to gain control of the company. Then he had reconstructed it by selling off most of the cargo shipping business and reorganizing the rest into a new company. Thus, Starlight Merchant Group was created.

In the following years, Starlight Merchant Groups expanded rapidly as Parker fuelled it with some of his wealth, guided with the visions from his precognition. A combination that proved to be highly successful as Parker had the patience to wait for the right moment to make a deal. His strategy was almost the same every time: He waited until someone was in financial trouble and then used a blend of mental powers and plain old skill to buy their property or stock at a much-reduced price. It wasn't even a new strategy. At least not to me. Marcus Crassus, the richest man in ancient Rome, had a fire brigade of his own and when there was a house on fire, he offered the owner to buy it cheaply and if the offer were accepted, the fire brigade would put out the fire, giving Crassus a new house.

For Parker, the whole world was his Rome, there was always a fire somewhere in the form of some kind of crisis and guided by his vision Parker had known what targets to pick. As a result, an incredible amount of real estate, hotels, resorts, and smaller companies were bought and made part of Starlight Merchant Group, which grew from a respectable corporation to a large conglomerate with a wide portfolio of interests and assets measuring in the hundreds of billions of dollars.

While that seemed like a lot to me, I quickly discovered that it was about the same size as many other international companies. What set it apart was that it was a private company, completely owned by a network of private holding and investment companies Parkers had created. This legal tactic had made any investigation into the Starlight's finances close to impossible, helped by the laws of Oldenburg Island, which, like Cayman Island, Bermuda, and other tax heavens around the world, had bank secrecy laws to rival those of Luxemburg and Switzerland.

The use of private holding and investment companies was the same tactics Parker had used to be able to remain anonym when he had invested a hundred million dollars in various companies on the stock market in the early 1970s.

One hundred million dollars was a drop of water in the ocean in the gigantic international marked, but guided by his vision, Parker had picked some of the most profitable stocks and now, twenty-five years later, those stocks were worth almost two hundred billion dollars, paying a yearly dividend of almost two billion dollars.

It was the sheer size of the numbers involved, that made me take a break. I already knew that Parker was rich and that by taking over his assets, I would become rich as well, but this was insane. Even if I didn't do anything for the rest of my life, I would earn billions of dollars a year and that was just the legal part of Parker's business. The income from the criminal network nearly doubled Parkers personal fortune!

I understood why Parker thought that the 'amassing wealth' part of his plan was done. With the money from the company AND from his illegal activities, he'd had all the money he needed for his plans. A fact that had prompted him to leave most of the business to the CEO's and focus on the next stage in the plan, which was finding women with psychic abilities to have children with.

From that point on, most of Parker's life had been devoted to the plan and it was the reason behind most of his action, including the mind control done on the women. It wasn't for the profit they would bring in the brothels or when he sold them as willing sex-slaves. That was just a side effect. In reality, Parker had used the women to train his mind-control skill, becoming as skilled a possible in preparation for Stage 3 of his Grand Plan, where he would take control over as many world leaders and influential people as possible. The reason that the women were still alive, was so he could observe if the mind-control faded over time or if it truly were permanent.

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Placing the last notebook back on the shelve, I shook my head. The last few books had been a lot less coherent than the first and I had a sneaking suspicion, that the second part of the notebooks would be increasingly incoherent as he descended into insanity. I would have to read them sooner or later, but it didn't have to be right now, and I needed some to digest the wealth of information I had already gotten.

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