Checkmate with Queen.

"That was quite the show. Did you enjoy our little diversion, Miss Munroe?"

Sierra's whole body was flushed and she felt a delicious shiver run from her head to her toes. He was here! Her Tom Pet was here, right where she wanted him if not precisely how she wanted him. It hardly mattered that all the fighting downstairs had been a distraction, for the final and greatest weapon in Sierra Munroe's arsenal was herself.

A few touches to her face and hair was all she needed to prepare herself, her rumpled designer clothing wasn't a concern. Unlike catwalk supermodels, she wasn't the canvas on which the art was displayed, she was the masterpiece and the uber-exclusive clothing was just there to frame and accentuate her.

Fixing a playful pout on her perfect bow lips and half-closing her pale crystal blue eyes so she could look up at him through long lashes, she turned languidly ready to blast him with all the **** of her transcendent beauty and bring him to his knees. It was her knees that almost buckled when she final locked eyes with her prize in person though.

"Phew but you are fucking stunning aren't you?" Tom said after letting out a long whistle of breathy appreciation, "I'm nearly tempted to just let all this go..."

He was standing at the back of her office, wearing an outfit all in charcoal-black from shoes, to slacks, to sweater and he wore it well. His hair was thick, his jawline strong and the swell of powerful muscles was clear beneath his simple clothing. He was handsome and built like a hero straight out of a comic book. Though his dark smoky eyes were filled with hot challenge rather than any noble gleam that made Sierra want to squirm in glee. She would teach him who his Mistress was, he would learn to kneel.

Behind him the massive oak bookcase that concealed the roof access was slightly ajar, it wouldn't have been hard for him to find it as it was only camouflaged on the office side. She had to admit, she hadn't expected anyone to approach her from the roof top.

How did he even get up there without her detecting him? Had he parachuted in? She would drag the information out of him soon enough.

"Hello Tom, I'm thrilled to finally meet you." Sierra purred in her sweetest, softest, seductresses voice as she batted her luxurious long lashed at him. His fingers had twitched in reaction, that was a good start. "You went to all that trouble just for me? It was quite the show but you've made something of a mess downstairs, haven't you?"

She leaned back on her desk, slowly crossing her long, smooth legs in front of her and rested her perfectly manicured hands on the polished edge. Then she arched her back just a little, pushing her full blossoming cleavage up and out a fraction. Artfully and with surgical precision she aimed her overwhelming beauty straight at him.

"Shit but you really are a piece of work. Fuck, just look at how hot you are..." Her Tom's deep voice was losing that smooth edge and growing a touch gravelly, closer to an animal growl. That was another good sign. "I'd almost hate to change you, there's nothing to fucking change. Almost..."

He was very handsome himself and her tight, pristine pussy warmed as she took in how his chiseled muscles filled out and stretched the fabric of his pants and top. He hadn't moved yet so Sierra rose from the desk to slowly approach him, moving with liquid quicksilver grace to close in on him and bear down on him with all her dazzling glamour.

"Change me, Tom? Why would you ever want to do that? Tell me Tom; do you see anything here that needs changing?"

She let her pout to change into a sweet welcoming smile with a hint of coy question in it. A flawless construct of breathy parted lips and perfect pearly white teeth. Her thighs rubbed blissfully together as she slowly sashayed forward, one foot crossing in front of the other in a runway model strut. She frowned internally as her pencil skirt pulled at her hips in strange ways and her silk cami strained a bit too tightly across her full swollen breasts but didn't let a hint of it show.

She was a shark circling her prey and she could definitely smell him now like blood in the water. It was a good smell...

"No... nothing to change... nothing but... but..."

Sierra wanted to grin in vicious glee as her TomStud began to falter, the warmth in her dribbling cunt was building to a smolder. He smelt sooo~ good like fresh clean leather, sweet campfire smoke, fresh cut pine all wrapped up and garnished with a liberal dash of heady sexual muskiness. She wanted to lick up the sweat prickling across his brow as he tried to stare her down with those dark commanding eyes of his. He was tall, so very tall and she used that to make herself seem smaller, more harmless and added a demure glance away to her performance as she stalked towards her prey.

"You don't want to change me, Tom," She kept using his name, wrapping her glistening lips around it sensually each time. Punching that mental button that indicated intimate familiarity and hinted at possession, "Then I wouldn't be the perfect little Mistress for you. Don't you want a perfect little Mistress, Tom? Don't you deserve perfect?"

Sierra gave her diamond blonde hair a gentle flick and it settled in a long dazzling wave flowing bewitchingly over one shoulder as though a stylist had lovingly arranged it there. He was within arms reach now and by god his powerful smell was flooding her mouth with saliva, she had to swallow hard before she drooled. She was so close to him now and he was beginning to tremble. This big, strong, Grecian titan of a man trembling under her, Sierra Munroe's enchanting gaze... ungh.

"...P-perfect... Nothing to ch-change..."

Sierra was surprised when she felt the trickle of cold perspiration down the arch of her spine. She didn't sweat, other people sweated for her.

She was singularly focused on him now, pale quartz blue eyes zoomed in like lenses, vision tunneled until he filled her whole world. She posed for him, every part of the motion cruelly calculated. The slight tilt of her blemishless angular chin, the smallest sweet twitch at the corner of her sumptuous smile, the minute thrust of her glorious bust all designed with precision engineering to offer herself up to him.

Offer herself up so she could bring him low. All the way down deep into her pig pens. Her tiny thrumming pussy was ablaze now, to have him - to own him. Her prize Stud.

"That's right, Tom. Perfect, you deserve perfection." She crooned in tones of sweet ambrosia "And do you know what perfection deserves?"

She reached out a delicate long fingered hand to touch him, her skin burned to feel his warmth. Her hand was trembling, why was she trembling? Why was she sweating? Why did her clothing feel tight and constricting? Why was she suddenly flooded with doubt? She had him right where she wanted him. This was her moment of victory!

A second set of eyes suddenly appeared over Tom's broad shoulder gazing back into Sierra's right beside his own. They flared jade green with glowing gold flecks and bore into Sierra's very soul with their intensity. Tom's hand whipped out like a striking snake, grabbing her slender outstretched wrist and jerked her hard up against his towering form.

Her spell shattered, Sierra let out a little whimper of mingled terror and longing as twin sets of eyes, one pair darkly fathomless, the other twin jade supanovas burnt holes through her supremacy. When Tom spoke again his voice was the rocky rumble of an angry alpine avalanche.

"Perfection deserves a fucking change of mind, wouldn't you agree Pamela?"

Tom let out an internal sigh of relief, Sierra Munroe had been everything the Mammazon Annemie had described and more. It had been to close to call for a short moment there, phenomenal beauty like hers wielded the way she did was a deadly dangerous weapon indeed. His huge cock was straining at the inside leg of his slim fit black slacks and a generous amount of precum soaked into the dark cotton fabric. This only bothered him because he hadn't intended to get hard during this battle of wills and it proved she had almost had him at some point.

Good thing he had a Goddess in his corner, hiding in the wings and ready to tap in when he needed her.

The creature whimpering in his mighty grasp - and he called her a 'creature' because she far exceeded any womanly title he could think of - was utterly alien in her exquisiteness. Now he could finally observe her with clinical coldness he could see her blue quartz eyes were slightly too big, too bright, her lashes impractically long and her lips inhumanly lush. Her polished smooth skin, the uncanny grace with which she moved, her over-elongated limbs and singularly unique shade of purest blonde hair were all so **** in design and creation they bordered on heinous. Perfection didn't begin to cover it.

"Yes, my Tom, my Master. I think a change of mind is very much in order" Pamela replied in a husky whisper as she plastered herself to his side and began laying soft, feathery kisses along his strong jawline.

"So we got her then?" asked Simone swinging the hinged bookcase all the way open before stepping into the lavishly appointed penthouse and looking around. "Oh hey, these are some really nice digs."

In her hand she carried a gas-propelled paint gun with a long spray nozzle attachment dangling from the front, the opaque reservoir sloshed heavily with liquid inside. Tom directed the captured Sierra's eyes towards it.

"See that? I know you have a fondness for gassing innocent people so we took a page from your own playbook, you evil bitch."

"Please, I'm..." the gorgeous monster began to beg but went silent when his PamelaGoddess fixed her glowing gaze down on her again.

"It's filled with my seed suspended in a solution of distilled water and glycerine. Ms Summer's has been gently misting the room with it from behind that hidden door since before you even knew we were there. Not concentrated enough to trigger a full transformation but you may be feeling some of the effects of it by now."

Sierra nodded mutely and Tom noted that her high fashion clothing was beginning to look a bit tight in places. Very alluring places but now was not the time. He grabbed her by the chin and roughly turned her face up to meet his burning angry eyes.

"Now... Where. Is. My. Family?!" He snarled through clenched teeth at her, their faces only an inch apart and any lingering defenses or strength to resist him visibly evaporated.

"Locked in an office on the tenth floor, the elevators..." her voice was small and tremulous, her large eyes wide with fear and something else... desire?

"Already on it." Ms Summers said spinning into the massive office chair before the command console, her wonderfully thick leather-clad backside landing with a soft splat. "Eeeew~ the seat is all wet!"

Grimacing she danced her hands across the keys, examining the displays and deciphering the various command menus. Glancing across the surveillance feeds she confirmed it.

"I've found them, they're waiting by the elevators on the tenth floor. I've just unlocked the level access and they are on their way up now." She leaned in a little to get a closer look at the small window on the display, "They've got someone with them, one of the Mammazon's but she isn't trying to stop them or anything. An escort maybe?"

Tom wasn't worried about a single Mammazon having taken their measure already, especially with Simone and Pamela by his side. He frowned down at Sierra again, she was almost panting in his grasp and he could smell her sodden sex. It was to be expected, he was a true Man and in the end, for all her power and posturing, she was just another XXX-slut.

"If they have so much as a single scratch..." He let the threat trail off as his captive shook her head in fervent denial.

"Not a hair on their heads, I swear. They were only meant as bait to lure you here..." She gulped and her eyes darted about as though only now recognizing the foolishness of that particular plan.

"What's happening on the ground floor, in the foyer?" Tom asked Simone not looking away from the now-former CEO's flushing face.

"Ummm, not much? It looks like everyone is standing around talking? The Mammazons look pretty confused, Tania and Annemie are patching our people up."

So it seemed that Sierra had been so much the control-freak that without her constant stream of micro-managing orders or a clear target her people were left rudderless and adrift. A Mammazon would occasionally look up at a camera as if seeking direction but otherwise, locked down in the lobby atrium as they were, they just milled about nursing their respective wounds.

The lift doors chimed and then opened...

"Daddy!! PamelaMommy!"

Holly was across the flawless marble and exotic rugs in a wonderfully bouncy flash, throwing herself at him and Tom plucked the teen bimbo out of the air to prop her in the crook of his free arm where she pressed her huge-titted self into his side. She grabbed his face in her small hands and kissed him thoroughly. Her sweet pink tongue hungrily probing his mouth, her long blonde hair tickling his face and neck. He gave one of her massive creamy melons a teasing squeeze and she broke the kiss with a happy moan as her eyes rolled up into her skull.

"Hey, ummmm... Tom?"

He looked over at Jessica and Britney, both looking uncertain and standing a ways back then Tom suddenly realised what this all looked like from their perspective.

Their Brother but not their brother was standing seven feet tall, dressed all in sinister black, kissing a bubbly headed schoolmate while holding their former captor fast the the wrist. Don't discount the uber-gorgeous neighbor in the erotic catsuit draped down his back and their biker super-hottie gym teacher jockeying a keyboard on his behalf either. A lot had changed in the last twenty four hours for him sure, he had changed but that meant it had all changed for his sisters too and they were only now beginning to understand just how much . He moved quickly to re-assure them.

"Hi Jess, hey Brit. Yeah it's me. Things have been... pretty crazy but everything is going to be okay." He said trying to head off the storm-front of questions he could see forming behind their suddenly relieved eyes. He pointed past them with his chin. "Who is that?"

"Oh that's Harper, she let us out of our room." Britney replied glancing back as the blonde Mammazon lurking by the elevator flinched like a kicked dog at the mention of her name. "She asked us to let you know she thought tangling with you was a big mistake and that she's sorry."

"Are you both okay, did any of them hurt you?" Tom asked, a hard edge entering his tone. After the two sisters glanced at each other and shook their heads in the negative he looked down at Sierra and whispered "That one slip of grace just saved your life. I don't care how important or attractive you think you are. If you had hurt them I would have killed you."

The squirming former Mistress of Albion Aromatics went paler than a sheet, all the blood draining from her stunning face.

"Please Tom, what are you going to do with me then? I can be useful, I'm smart... I-I have assets.... eeek!"

He shut her up with a rough jerk on her wrist before turning to address the Mammazon behind his sisters.

"Harper is it? I remember you and you've got one mean right hook. Take my sisters down to the lobby, tell everybody it is done. Sierra Munroe is done and then get comfortable and wait for further instructions. Send Tania up and try not to disturb Dr Turner..." He paused for a moment in thought, "Or do as you like. On your own head be it. Just keep my sisters safe."

His sisters looked ready to argue but a firm shake of his head settled them. Even uninfected as they were his word and will was still indomitable as ever and he used it to calm them. He felt no desire to dominate them as he did with his XXX-infected lovers. He felt only the pressing need to protect them, to protect his family.

"We'll talk really soon, I promise but I have to settle things here and now if we are going to be safe going forward. Trust me."

With those final two words delivered in his deep unequivocal tone a resolve seemed to stiffen the girls spines and they nodded at him wearing serious expressions. He had promised and as such it would be so, even the uninitiated could see that in him. Once the nervous Mammazon Harper had safely herded them back into the elevator. He turned his full attention back to the fallen Sierra Munroe.

"I think it is time we finished this..."