Valentina sat in her office, waiting. And wondering. Who would be brought to her this time?
The 51-year-old woman had done her two hour workout earlier. She was in remarkable shape. She worked out daily to keep her muscular body from becoming flabby. She was quite proud of her body.
Of course, having her own private island and her castle -- the benefits of being a billionaire -- helped. She had founded several shell companies in her 20's and, completely unknown to the public, used them to build her fortune and secretly influence world events. It was her behind the scenes influence that led to the successful rebellion by Siberian separatists in late 2019. Sure, the Chinese had taken the credit for the "removal" of Putin and all his allies, and ostensibly the Chinese were the new independent Siberia's best friend. But it was the money her companies had funnelled that had turned the trick. Her money had led to the fall of the Kim family from North Korea and the collapse of the GOP in the United States. What was left of them, that is, after the South had split off from the rest of them.
And eight years before, she had quietly gotten out of the business world. Her shell companies had been handed over to a lieutenant. She had about 50 billion euros in her personal accounts, more than enough to live life the way she wanted to live. Her new way to pass the time was breaking men.
She had just finished breaking her last one three months ago. The man was a rich, retired ex-businessman, almost her age, who had been captured by her henchmen. Within a week, Valentina had turned him into a mindless husk, completely under her control. She had discarded him after a couple of months.
The screen lit up. Her crew were back.
"You'll love this one, boss."
The captive was, as always, firmly bound, gagged and blindfolded. The expression of his face was one of anger and shock, along with wounded pride.
"Who is it?"
"Victor Renaud."
"The world's most wanted terrorist? Are you sure?"
"It's definitely him, boss."
"This will be fun. I think I'll make him into a woman."
"You haven't done that in a few years, boss."
"I know. That's why I'll do it again."
Renaud was brought deep into the dungeons and chained to a wall, his ankles and wrists cuffed securely. He was unable to move anything except his head and hips. Valentina walked into the room and looked him over, then removed the gag.
"My men will find you and kill you!"
Valentina smirked. "Your `men', my dear, are all either imprisoned or dead. And we left a body double behind. The world thinks that you were killed in a firefight. The body double, fatally wounded, was clearly seen falling into the sea."
She activated a large television.
"In breaking news," boomed the announcer, "the world's most wanted man, Victor Renaud, was shot dead today when his compound was invaded by security forces from four nations. It is suspected that Siberian special forces made the kill. Renaud's body fell 2,000 feet into the sea and has not yet been recovered. Most of his gang were exterminated in the firefight, but a few of them were captured."
Valentina snapped off the TV. Renaud looked very pale.
"Victor Renaud, terrorist, died earlier today. In about a year, Victoria, my newest servant girl and sex slave, will be fully born."
"You psychotic bitch!"
"Temper, temper. I'll be nice to you during your transformation."
The gag was re-inserted into Renaud's mouth.
"We'll start by making you more docile. These drugs will render your brain... vulnerable to suggestion."
Valentina produced a needle and syringe. She scrubbed Victor's arm with rubbing alcohol, tightened the tourniquet to make the vein show up, and injected the pale-pink liquid.
