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“This is boring.” Jane tapped the holster of her pistol, staring out across the dimly lit hall of the Lakeside City museum.

“What did you expect?” said her companion, a pretty brunette with a long ponytail. “Security is a boring job.”

Jane sniffed but didn’t answer.

The two young women stood in the middle of the long, pillared exhibition hall of the Lakeside Museum of History. They were both dressed in the standard corporate security outfits of Carter Security: black boots, a black mini-skirt with a white belt, a black halter-top with white fringes that left their arms and midriff bare, and a black peaked cap. It was a revealing outfit, to be sure, but many of Carter Security’s employers preferred the all-female security force to provide revealing uniforms. Each of the attractive girls was also armed with a flashlight and a handgun.

“I just wish something would happen,” Jane said miserably. She pushed back her long strawberry-blonde hair out of her face. “Tell me, Teri, why do we just have to sit here in the dark all night long?”

The brunette was seated in a chair, her long, beautiful legs kicked up onto a display case in front of her. “Because of that, dumbass.” She jerked her head in the direction of the massive display that filled the central hall of the museum. A large banner hung overhead, reading Treasures of Mesopotamia.

“Please,” Jane said with a roll of her eyes. “No one cares about any of this old junk. And no one can even get in here. The place is locked up tight, and there are guards at all the doors. Seems like we’re just wasting our time here.”

“That depends on your point of view,” came a suave, masculine voice from behind them.

Teri leapt up, drawing her handgun. Jane whirled around and reached for hers as well.

A man emerged from the darkness of the hall. He was dressed in a black silk suit with a black shirt and a red tie. He was handsome, but his eyes seemed to smolder with a fire that almost glowed in the dimly lit hall.

“Who the devil are you?” Jane blurted.

The man gave a half-smile. “What a very appropriate question. More appropriate, perhaps, then you realize.”

Jane leveled her gun at the man. “Stop right where you are. How did you get in here?”

The man held his hands up, showing he was unarmed. “Why, I walked right in through the front doors, of course.”

“The front doors are guarded,” Jane stammered.

“Your friends there are taking a well-deserved break,” the man said. “Perhaps you would like to join them? It’s late, and you both look very tired.”

“That’s it,” Teri said, reaching for a radio on her belt. “I’m calling command—”

“There’s really no need,” the man said smoothly. “In fact, I can answer all your questions with this.” He held out a hand, palm up. A round, purple orb about the size of a baseball appeared, glowing and spinning as it levitated just a few inches above his palm.

The effect on both the pretty young guards was instantaneous. The guns drooped in their hands, their faces went slack and their eyes became distant and half-closed, though still staring at the orb. Both seemed to slouch and relax, almost as if they were asleep on their feet.

“That’s better,” the man said with a smile. “I think both you ladies need to get some beauty sleep. Why don’t the two of you lie down and take a little nap? When you wake up, you won’t remember that I was here. Understand?”

The two girls both nodded their heads sleepily, their eyes still unfocused and half-closed.

“Good girls,” the man said with another smile. “Now go to sleep.”

With two soft little sighs the attractive security guards collapsed to the ground. Both were completely unconscious, their breathing slow and even.

The man snapped his hand, and the orb disappeared. He looked down at the girls for a long, lustful moment. “Too bad I don’t have more time,” he said with a sigh. “I guess life can’t be all fun and games.” He moved towards a central display case, his hands clasped behind his back. He examined the solid glass and locked case carefully. “Oh well,” he said to himself. “I guess subtlety does have its limits.”

He smashed the glass on front of the case.

Immediately an alarm began to howl through the museum hall.

***

Regan practically leapt out of her chair as the museum alarm sounded. She threw down the Vogue magazine she had been reading and glanced up at the monitors set into the reception desk.

Outside the front door two guards were down. Two more were down in the main hall. A fifth was down in the south corridor. One of the display cases in the main hall was broken open.

Regan cursed loudly. She usually looked up at the monitors every few minutes. How was it possible for all of this to have happened so quickly? She reached for the radio on the desk.

The silhouette of a man appeared suddenly in the doorway. He was handsome, wearing a black suit and shirt with a red tie. His eyes seem to glower in the near-darkness.

Regan gasped. She dropped the radio and reached for her sidearm.

The man vanished.

He didn’t duck back behind the doorway, or leap out of sight somehow. He vanished. A swirling cloud of oily black smoke was left behind where he had been a moment before.

Regan stared at the empty doorway, her eyes wide and her mouth open.

A strong hand seized her wrist, and a body pressed up against her from behind. “Naughty girl,” came a deep voice. “We can’t have you calling for help now, can we?”

Regan felt her heart stop. The man, the one she had glimpsed in the doorway.

He was right behind her.

“You seem tense,” the man said into her ear. “You need to relax a little.”

Before Regan knew what was happening, a glimmering purple orb appeared in front of her face, floating just off the man’s open free hand.

“That’s it,” the man said in a soothing tone. “Just watch the pretty light and go to your happy place. Off you go.”

Regan’s mind went blank. Her eyes became glazed. Her body grew soft and heavy, held up only by the man behind her. A small, stupid smile appeared on her face.

“That’s better,” the man said. He took Regan by the shoulders and turned her around, admiring his prize.

She was particularly attractive, looking to be about nineteen or twenty. Her body was pleasing and softly rounded, a fact which her revealing outfit did nothing to conceal. Her legs were long and well-shaped, her breasts round and heavy, her ass pleasantly rounded and her waistline small enough to accentuate her sweetly curved hips. Long, dark hair fell just past her shoulders. Her eyes were a brilliant blue.

The orb in the man’s hand flickered softly.

He scowled. “Well, well. Looks like I’m almost spent.” He gave Regan an appraising glance. “I could certainly use a recharge. You don’t mind, do you…” he glanced down at the girl’s name tag, “Regan?”

“Nooo…” the girl slurred. It seemed as if even saying one word was an incredible effort for her.

“Shhh,” the man whispered. He caressed the girl’s breasts with his free hand and kissed her gently on the cheek. “No more thinking for you, my dear. Your mind is blank now. You will not remember any of this, do you understand?”

“Yesss,” the girl murmured. Her eyes were half-closed, focused on the flickering sphere in the man’s hand.

“Good.” The man focused his attention a bit more on the sphere, which had begun to wobble and fade. “You’re getting very sleepy now, very heavy. You are heavy and warm. So warm.”

Regan’s head nodded, her eyes almost closing.

“Good girl,” the man said with a grin. He flicked his hand and the orb disappeared. The girl, however, remained in her trance, her eyes almost shut, her young body swaying slightly as she leaned against the man beside her.

The alarm continued to wail, the yellow light flashing down the corridor.

The man sighed. “I doubt the LCPD will get here in time to interrupt us. And you are certainly the most attractive of all the women I have dominated tonight.” He slide one hand up the young woman’s bare thigh, sliding up the smooth skin underneath her miniskirt.

Regan gave a little gasp.

“It’s alright,” the man said, fondling her breasts until her nipples began to harden, “this is all just a wonderful dream, Regan. Now relax and enjoy it.”

The girl’s head slumped onto the man’s shoulder, her mouth slightly open and her eyes almost closed. Her breathing was ragged.

“That’s a girl,” the man said. He kissed her neck, pulling the girl into him. One hand slid under her scanty halter top, caressing her soft breasts. His other hand slid up to the warm center between her thighs, sliding around and past the skimpy panties she wore.

She gasped again. Her eyes were still glazed, her body still heavy, but she gave little shudders of pleasure.

“So sweet,” the man breathed. “Like a ripe fruit.” He pushed two fingers deep inside her, caressing her moist womanhood.

Regan gave a shuddering gasp. Her body stiffened. Her head rolled back, and she gave a grunting cry.

“I know where to touch you,” the man said softly. He continued to work his fingers inside her, nimbly stroking and rubbing in her secret place. His other hand continued to massage her soft breasts. Her nipples were hard like bullets.

Regan suddenly convulsed into a chain of little spasms, her eyes almost shut and her body completely helpless in the man’s embrace. He held her patiently, waiting until her last little cries of confused pleasure diminished.

“Whaaa…?” Regan moaned, blinking heavily. She seemed lost in a post orgasmic stupor. “Whooo…?”

“Quiet now,” hushed the man, stroking her cheek. He turned the girl’s head to face his own. “Just one kiss now and you can go to sleep. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Mmm.” The girl seemed incapable of words at this point.

“Good,” the man said with a smile. He kissed her, feeding from the sweetness of her mouth.

Confused and helpless, the girl kissed him back, slowly and drowsily. Her body sagged in his arms.

The man pulled his face away from her. Tendrils of red mist escaped the woman’s open mouth. He sucked them into his own mouth, giving a satisfied grunt.

“I needed that,” he said with a deep breath. He opened his hand, and the purple orb appeared again, strong and vibrant. He closed his hand and the orb disappeared. “Thank you for obliging me, my dear. You can sleep now.” He leaned down and kissed her again, slowly and passionately, until her own body slowed, growing heavier and heavier in his embrace until she was finally just a limp, sleeping young woman in his arms.

With a smile the handsome man settled the unconscious woman back into her chair by the desk.

She flopped limply in the seat, her head tilted over the back of the chair, her face slack and her mouth open. One arm lay across her lap, and her legs were crossed at the ankles.

“Sweet dreams,” the man said. He turned towards the door, then stopped in his tracks.

“Why leave now?” A beautiful woman was standing right in the middle of the doorway, her balled hands on her curved hips. She wore a black, Kevlar-reinforced form-fitting latex bodysuit, with red gloves, red boots, a red utility belt, and red domino mask on her face. Dark hair fell down past her shoulders. On her chest she wore the symbol of a stylized red raven with outstretched wings. In the center of the raven was the black letter “N”.

The handsome man cocked his head curiously. “And who are you?”

“The name’s Night Raven.” The gorgeous young woman smirked. “And believe me, this party is just getting started.”