Marta the victor

Vanessa slowly walked down the empty carnival street, she wandered down the poorer area. It only took five minutes for a victor to be crowned, who was then told exactly where Vanessa would be. "Excuse me, turn around and tell me your name." A strong female voice bellowed. Vanessa immediately did as she was told, as she swiftly swung her entire body as fast as she could.

Vanessa looked up at a tall, chubby latina woman who looked to be in her sixties. She looked good for a woman that age, still rocked the curves that matter! She had her brunette hair tied into a neat bun and wore a black dress. "My name is Vanessa Sinclair." The former CEO blurted out with a gulp, she was shocked at the extra inches taller this woman appeared to be.

The latina bent down and patted Vanessa on the head. "Excellent! You're my prize! I'm Marta nice to meet you, now go stand over there against the wall so I can get a good look at you!" She demanded, her voice was loud and threatening. Vanessa rushed over to the wall and stood with her arms by her side. The latina took a good look at her, she eyed her up and down. "Turn around please." She demanded, Vanessa obeyed.

After five minutes of constant back and forth turning, Marta was finally satisfied. "You are perfect for what I want." She determined. "What.. what do you want..?" Vanessa sheepishly asked, her powerful and confident persona diminished with the fear of receiving a humiliating hypnotic command.

Marta smiled. "I like to take perfect and powerful girls like you, and make them silly and an embarassment! You'll be my first!" She exclaimed happily. "Please have mercy, I've done what you asked!" Vanessa pleaded, hoping that she can win this woman over. "And give up my prize? Pfft no way! Now stop talking until I tell you to." The woman ordered.

Vanessa stood in silence and awaited whatever schemes Marta had planned...