A Hungarian Holiday

BUDAPEST, HUNGARY - Thursday, 2143 Hrs Local Time

Colonel Lacey was not having a good night, she felt cramped, tired and her Compulsion was a constant buzz in her ear. She walked over to the immigration desk, the overhead lights not helping her bad mood after her 12 hour flight across two airlines. She'd let her neighbour fondle her leg just to have some kind of stimulation in that flying coffin and the bastard hadn't even done that right. She handed her passport to a bespectacled, balding, middle aged man in a glass booth who, she thought looked like a textbook immigration desk clerk - maybe he had been born just like this and got his job the day he walked into the airport? The lights reflected off his spectacles and gave his perusal of her passport a ridiculous emphasis.

He peered back and forth between the picture and her, as if certain he would discover she was not in fact the dirty blonde, tanned, 32 year old woman from Washington DC named Abigail Lacey it proclaimed her to be. Well it certainly didn't mention she was a US Army colonel assigned to military intelligence nor did it show nearly enough of the countries she'd been lucky(?) to visit. Truth be told it was just one of many passports she had, each of them telling a different story. This one was pretty new and just showed some travel in Germany and the UK, which was in line with her cover.

"Staying?" the clerk asked

"Hotel Grand Palace" Lacey replied

"Purpose of visit?"

"Tourism" actually business

"Duration?"

"3 weeks," though that was just a guess

"Single?" he asked, as if daring her to say no

"Yes" she replied, the question was usually 'married?' but this guy was clearly not feeling professional today.

She couldn't see because of the spectacles, but she was pretty sure he rolled his eyes.

Unable to find anything wrong with her passport, he let her pass - though not without no-so-quietly muttering "Yankee Slut" as she moved past.

"Damn, maybe I should just have used my power" Lacey thought, "don't know what's got that shithead so worked up."

"Excuse me Madam." came a voice behind her. She turned to see an older, fat, white haired security officer walking towards her. She noted the name on his chest: Viktor Halász.

"Need to interview, random check." he said, eyes flitting back and forth between her face and her boobs.

"I do not have the fucking time for this" she thought, but she also needed to determine if her cover was blown, that was mission critical enough to use her power.

She opened up her mind and let the familiar sensation of having her head pricked wash over her, then she targeted Viktor.

"Lets have some fun with the bitch" was the first thought that came through the link, Lacey exhaled - not just because she was relieved at not having her cover blown before the mission started but because it was in character for someone after a 12 hour flight.

"I'm very tired sir, is this necessary?" resist just a little.

"Very important - national security" he answered, not even pretending to look at her face.

"OK, lead the way" then give them what they want, so they think they're in control.

He led her down a corridor to the side with a series of interview rooms, most of them empty, stopping at the last one, he opened the door for her and pointed inside, Lacey obligingly walked in, wheeling her suitcase behind her.

Viktor followed after and closed the door behind her, locking it with a click.

"There would be no interruptions" thought both Viktor and Abigail, although for very different reasons.

As Lacey looked through his mind, she went over all the times he had done this before over a career of 15 years and counting, usually with scared young Eastern European women, he had a whole routine of convincing them that they were in trouble and extracting sexual favours from them - she was impressed and disgusted at the same time. But she didn't have time to play his game and saw an opportunity to add a valuable asset to America's network in Hungary. She moved close to Viktor and placed her hand on his cheek, her power didn't need her to do so but it was more effective when she did.

"Wha-?..." Viktor started in surprise, then trailed off into silence as her power took hold of him.

"Is this room being recorded?"

"No, its extra and unused so no recording equipment"

"What did you plan to do with me"

"Fuck you on that table"

"You do that often?"

"Once a month at least."

"With?"

"Girls - Bulgarian, Romanian, Russian"

"Do they agree?"

"I make them"

"How old are they?"

"No idea"

"Did you take any photos, videos?"

"Yes"

"Good, send them to this email address" she told him a front email address used by MilInt, his escapades would be analysed and sent over to CIA to evaluate his value and start to turn him.

Lacey paused, Viktor wasn't her choice of partner but her Compulsion hadn't been fed in a week - and while that didn't stop her from using her power, it was a constant distraction that she didn't need on her mission. She sighed, she'd fucked worse than him anyway.

"Viktor, you're going to fuck me on that table now" she said, as she broke the contact between them.

Viktor blinked several times, eventually settling on watching her strip out of her clothes - she took off her jacket, sneakers and jeans, folded them and deposited them on the back of a chair. She took a moment to stretch herself and glance at Viktor who was entranced by the sight of her 38inch ass, she smiled and got back to it; she hadn't been wearing a bra underneath so her 38DD boobs snapped free as soon as she pulled her t-shirt off her head. Finally she pulled off her panties and threw them at Viktor's face with a smirk, he immediately started to sniff them and breathe her odour in deep from it.

She reached into her handbag and pulled out a condom, walked over to Viktor who was standing at attention still busy with her panties and freed his cock from his pants. He was already hard obviously, his cock was average-sized and looked greasy, she grimaced as she sniffed the odour of sweat, old cum and piss on it, still it would do. She opened up the condom and slipped it onto him, once satisfied with the fit she walked over to the table, it was a pretty basic sheet of plywood but it would hold her weight.

She shivered as she sat her bare ass on the edge, then laid her back down on the surface. She touched her clit and probed her pussy with her fingers, she was a little wet but not enough; she began to work her pussy, using only two of her fingers she teased her insides at a regular pace till she felt her tunnel was wet and lubed up enough.

"Now" she commanded Viktor mentally, he rushed forward eagerly and positioned himself right in front of her pussy, her legs resting on his shoulders. He reached forwards and gave Lacey's boobs a hard squeeze that made her wince then started to push into her.

Lacey moaned as he fully hilted himself inside her, both of them savouring the moment before Viktor started to pump her pussy. Lacey stared at the roof overhead as she lay back and let Viktor do all the work - he was little more than a sex toy to her and his pleasure wasn't her problem. Viktor for his part was having the time of his life, he was well used to fucking uncooperative and unwilling bitches, he was really impressed with himself at getting her on his cock so fast - usually he had to keep them in the room an hour or so before they broke. He let go of one of her tits and smacked her fat ass, to his surprise it was all muscle underneath; Christ, he wished his wife had that ass. He wondered if all American sluts were this sexy or it was just this one. She moaned at the end of his cock and soaked his trousers with her juices, arching her back and clenching her fists as she did so; it was funny to him, she seemed almost like a junkie getting a fix.

Viktor couldn't hold it in any more, his seed demanded to fill this pussy and breed this slut. He pushed himself as deep as he could and gripped her ass tight against him and his seed soon exploded from his cock, speeding its way inside her and marking her as his bitch. While he shrunk inside her, he fantasized about keeping her prisoner here in the airport and turning her into a breeding cow for his seed, she surely had the tits for it.

Lacey read these thoughts from his mind with amusement, she had got what she needed, her compulsion was fed and Viktor was no longer of immediate use to her. He backed away from her at her mental command and collapsed into a chair, unmindful of his condom clad cock hanging out. She got up off the table, got some toilet paper she kept handy in her handbag and wiped her pelvis clean then proceeded to dress herself.

"Get rid of that condom and get your cock back inside" she commanded Viktor, who did so immediately.

"Now, Viktor tell me what just happened since we entered this room." she asked, usually her targets filled in the holes in their memory with harmless guesses but it paid to be careful.

"I told you that you were suspected of being a drug smuggler and that we would have to arrest you, you got scared and offered to 'do anything' to get out of this problem, then we fucked" Viktor replied, filling in the time he'd been in control with prior information.

"OK, you won't be able to describe or point me out to anyone or tell anyone my name - give me your number" she commanded.

Viktor eagerly told her his number, no doubt eager to have some more fun with his "American slut" but, sadly for him, that wasn't going to happen; her Compulsion had a cooldown of about 3 months before she could satisfy it with the same man. She was just thinking ahead in case she needed to use him for the mission.

"I hope its a boy" he grinned stupidly at her, not even conscious of the condom he had just tied up and disposed of a minute ago.

She left Viktor to recover in the interview room and made her way to the terminal exit, she stepped out of the airport and breathed in the fresh air, well the thick with exhaust fumes air, and hailed a cab giving the driver the address of her hotel. Compulsion satisfied, she needed to sleep - everything else was secondary. Her pussy betrayed her though, still moist with the juices it had secreted for Viktor and despite her disgust for the man, she replayed the moment in her mind like a voyeur - Compulsion or not, she'd enjoyed it.

She was lucky she had an easy Compulsion to fulfil, she knew others which were troublesome, illegal and, in some cases, horrifying. She enjoyed sex and she enjoyed having her powers, one without the other was impossible to imagine for her. She stretched herself as much as she could in the back seat of the cab and caught the driver, a young guy, sneaking a peak back at her; she smiled and winked at him, she didn't mind being checked out and wondered if she should have skipped Viktor and used the cabbie for her Compulsion, he was definitely cuter.

Almost reluctantly, the cabbie pulled up to her hotel and collected his fare. She took his number too, promising to call him if she needed a cab. She hauled her suitcase into the lobby, checked in and was escorted to her room. She checked the room with the bug finder app on her phone for any electronic surveillance and it came out clean. Satisfied, Lacey stripped off her clothes for the second time that night and threw herself onto the bed, falling asleep almost immediately.