Surrenders.

Her eyes soften. Her head drops and her shoulders fall. Very slowly, she nods. You give her a solemn nod as well.

Motioning with your head, you have her people lay her down on her desk again, and to surround her. "Give her what she wants," you sigh, turning around to look out the window, and allow them to cum at last. Behind you, you hear the ferocious breathing, the disgusting sliding of flesh, the grunts of release, the splatter of liquid, and the shuffling of feet, as they cycle through themselves. But the sound that cuts straight through you, is the relieved groaning from the only woman in the room. When the last man is done, you dismiss them back to their bodies with a sharp wave of your hand. Bracing yourself, you turn.

The first thing you see is Djal standing by Nika's physical body, beckoning you over, and a great gross blob of white substance, under which is the quietly sobbing manifestation of her soul. When you walk over to him, he directs your attention to the tear slowly crawling down her cheek, and steps away. Swallowing hard, you reach out a trembling hand, and pluck the bead free. You stare at it as the light glints off of it, before closing your eyes tight and consume it.

A surge of power races through you, in a way that all that food just couldn't. You feel like you could dominate and energize a hundred of those men for days without a worry. Your breathing calms and your back becomes straighter, and when you open your eyes, you see the world a little differently. You realize that whatever strength you had earlier before was just on loan from Djal, but this new strength is all yours. Looking down, you wipe away at the air in front of Nika's soul's face, and the layer of cum falls off her. She sputters and coughs up the cum stuck in her mouth, and looks at you, completely terrified.

Your face is stone. Grabbing her hair, you lift her up, like the weightless, mass-less wisp that she is, and dangle her in front of her body. "Nika, you belong to me," you state, a menacing authoritative edge in your tone. "As such, you will obey. You will supply me whatever resources and information I want. You are to do all that you can, to stay in Office. I will do what I must to help you do so, as long as you do what I say." Shifting your grip to free her head, you slowly begin to push her back into her body. "Have I made myself clear, my Prime Minister Nika?"

Without meeting your gaze, she nods pathetically, and you just shove her back into her chair. A small mocking applause comes from your side, and your lip twitches a snarl. Shaking your head, you take a deep breath and resume your former meek and spineless persona, and clap time back to normal. "What was that?" Nika asks, raising her eyebrow at you.

"Sorry, Prime Minister, there was a fly," you lie, scraping your hands clean.

"Oh. Alright then," she replies, rubbing and moving her jaw, and rolling her shoulders. "Strange. My jaw hurts, but my back feels great! Like a weight's been taken off it." She stretches her arms up high, lets out a contented sigh and studies the papers she was working on with a small smile. "You know, I think I can take care of all this by myself today. And since it's your first day, why don't you go and take a walk around the place? It would be to your benefit if you knew where everything was, instead of having to ask directions or get lost."

"Thank you, Prime Minister. I'll do just that," you smile. On your way to her door, Djal opens up a portal for you and you find yourself looking at Dominique's building. Before you go in however, you mention to Nika that maybe she and her husband could go for a walk together as well, for some alone time, before stepping through. Without breaking stride, you ring the bell for them to buzz you in. You feed them a line about meeting an old friend from your university days for lunch, and get a bit of a chewing out from Terrence for not telling him, but you keep your mouth shut, mutter your apologies and finish the day.