Root of (Evil)² {HeavenSundered & darjeeling}

Even more than the material gain, it was the power to take and do whatever she pleased that appealed to Zhanna the most about her line of work. It didn't come without problems or considerable risks, but the thrill that she got from looking down at the blonde kneeling before her made it all more than worth it. She drank in the aversion upon Valerie's pretty face as the woman weighed sacrificing her life versus possibly losing her life, savoring it as if it were the fine wine that Valerie had been drinking when she walked in.

Moving onward, Zhanna already had a good idea of how it was going to go. So far, Valerie had tried to defy her every step of the way, always requiring some additional convincing before finally acquiescing to her demands, so she expected more of the same. The CEO showed some character and spunk, to be sure, but when push came to shove, she seemed to value her own life and well-being over everything else. It was a perfectly understandable reaction that the vast majority of people would likely share, and one that Zhanna had been counting on.

She didn't mind it, either. Quite the contrary, in fact. Imposing her will upon the over-privileged bitch wouldn't have been nearly as amusing or exciting had it not been for the blonde's resistance. The damp spot on the crotch of Zhanna's panties heralded her arousal, as Valerie would have undoubtedly discovered when she pressed her lips against them. The nearly direct contact only made Zhanna wetter, her abdominal muscles contracting involuntarily from the tantalizing sensation of nearly direct contact.

Still clutching a handful of Valerie's sandy blond hair, keeping her head firmly in place, Zhanna rolled her hips slightly, rubbing her barely covered slit over the other woman's lips and that dainty, aristocratic little nose of hers. Her eyelids dropped momentarily as the moment took hold of her. The heavy breath that she exhaled conveyed both satisfaction and lust, and Zhanna had to catch herself, remembering that she still needed to maintain control.

Of course, she also wasn't about to stop at a chaste kiss over her thong, but she decided to try something different for her next command. Up until then, she'd only gotten Valerie to begrudgingly comply through use of the stick, so this time she wanted to mix it up by trying the carrot instead. If it didn't work, then she'd have no qualms about dishing out some more punishment until Valerie understood that she had no choice one way or the other.

"Save yourself some pain and do a good job for me," Zhanna said more softly, her voice rich and sensuous like a good bourbon, the hint of an accent lending it a slightly exotic quality. "Pull my thong down and make me feel good." Before Valerie could act on the request, Zhanna let go of her hair and reached down to grab both of Valerie's arms, pulling them up above her head and holding them there by the wrists, preventing her from using them. She wouldn't be overly rough unless the blonde gave her a reason to be, at least for the time being.

Her position was beyond shameful; she could feel what should have been a soft carpet digging uncomfortably into her knees, the scent of the woman's arousal incredibly potent as her face was shoved against the other's panties. She did not intend to stick her tongue out for a taste; the smell was not offensive, and in any other situation she might not have minded it. But being forced to pleasure a complete stranger was toeing the line and outright disregarding it entirely.

With every passing second, she considered mauling the woman's legs with her nails and every subsequent second, she recalled the threat of that weapon and scowled. It had certainly thrown a wrench in her plans, especially when it came to escaping this ordeal. She had to breathe through her nose as Zhanna ground herself against the lower half of her face, effectively slicking her pale skin in glistening juices. "Mmmph--" Her lips moved half-heartedly against the thin fabric, an obvious attempt to protest but her complaints were otherwise muffled quite effectively.

Valerie certainly wouldn't have minded if it had stopped there, but a strong part of her knew that the foreign woman wouldn't be satisfied by simply rubbing herself against her lips. When Zhanna's next command came attached to the sudden tug of her arms up in the air, she could only roll her eyes. Of course she would make it difficult. Her wrists rotated slightly within their human bonds as she questioned the order with a familiar defiant look in her steely eyes.

She took that moment to decide between having her limbs or nose broken, being shot or punched again or simply doing as she was told. As much as she hated doing the latter, it sounded much more preferable than being permanently marred. Besides, the woman hadn't barked it out and actually sounded rather accommodating. Of course, she knew it to be a ruse. Everything was in Lodestar, and wasn't that a depressing thought. But she could not dwell on it for too long.

With one last piercing look, she dipped her head forward, her neck straining slightly as she brushed her lips over Zhanna's warm skin. She gripped the thin strap of the fabric between her teeth and pulled it down slowly, not to emphasis sensuality but to delay the inevitable in hopes that someone might walk in to stop this madness. It was a dragged out process as she moved to the other side. Despite her efforts, the black panties refused to budge.

Valerie considered reimbursing Zhanna for her previous transgressions. She bit down on the fabric directly in the center, giving no thought to how close her teeth nipped against the other's hidden netherlips and grazed against that little bundle of hypersensitive nerves. The thong was moist on her tongue as she grimaced, tugging the thing down the best she could. Yet being faced with the task itself was a different story entirely as she removed her face from the woman's crotch, avoiding eye contact with it and with her attacker in general.

"Do it yourself," she muttered quietly, briefly forgetting herself.

The tension in the air was thick and palpable as Zhanna stared down at Valerie, watching her struggle as she was forced to choose between either humiliating obedience or defiance that would certainly incur a harsh punishment. Watching the conflicting emotions clashing behind those keen, luminescent blue eyes was far more fascinating and gratifying than even the best award-winning movie could ever hope to be.

Zhanna couldn't restrain a smug little smirk when the blonde finally convinced herself to sacrifice another piece of her pride in order to deflect the threat of more pain or even possible death. She felt no more remorse for Valerie than the CEO herself did towards her 'clients'. And still, Zhanna could tell from the bitch's sour expression that she was far from being broken just yet, nothing but fear and the instinct for self-preservation keeping her under control.

Looking down, she took in the show of Valerie somewhat awkwardly pulling her thong down with nothing but her mouth, impressed at how the blonde still managed to exude that corporate power-bitch essence even while performing such a task, naked and down on her knees. The unexpected sensation of something smooth and hard grazing against her clit made Zhanna tense up slightly as she sucked in a breath. It sent a pleasureful shiver up her spine, but at the same time also served as a reminder that she was, in a way, putting herself in a vulnerable position, so she needed to remain vigilant.

Tightening her grip around Valerie's thin wrists, she waited for her panties to be pulled down around her ankles before stepping out of them and anxiously awaiting for the blonde to proceed with the second half of her command. This time, Valerie's defiance came as a bit of a surprise, only because Zhanna would have expected her to refuse from the start if that was what she planned to do anyways. When the thought of Valerie possibly enjoying her rough treatment had crossed Zhanna's mind earlier, she hadn't really believed it, but now she had to wonder. Not that it made much of a difference as to what was going to happen next.

The foreplay had been fun, but now that her engorged nether lips were throbbing almost uncomfortably, craving the attention of the blonde's sophisticated little mouth, it was time to take what she wanted. "If you insist," Zhanna replied curtly before using her grip on Valerie's wrists as well as all of her weight to force the woman down to the ground. After landing on top, Zhanna quickly positioned herself so that she was straddling the blonde's face, her glistening folds hovering just as inch away from Valerie's nose. Still holding on to Valerie's wrists, Zhanna repositioned the woman's arms so that she could keep them pinned down beneath her shins. It would likely become quite uncomfortable after only a short time, especially with Zhanna making no effort to be gentle, but it was the bitch's own fault for insisting on doing things the hard way. Zhanna wanted to instill the idea that she would not be trifled with into Sanctum's CEO from the start so that it wouldn't be forgotten while they were doing business later.

With her hands now free, Zhanna used one of them to pinch Valerie's nose shut just as she unceremoniously lowered her dripping wet cunt over the blonde's mouth, effectively making it impossible for her to breathe. "I think you know what to do if you ever want to taste air again..." the Russian purred, shutting her eyes and tilting her head back slightly as she began rocking back and forth, grinding that still little nub that sat at the apex of her nether lips against the tip of Valerie's nose.

"And I dare you to try and bite, you fucking little whore," Zhanna growled out a warning just before twisting her upper body around partially to give Valerie's taut stomach a vicious smack that would certainly leave a glowing red palm-print.