Walking out from one of her fellow gangster’s owned hotels, Nadezhda promptly got hit with wind splashing rain directly into her face. "Oh, блять," she cursed, attempting to shield herself with her jacket as she walked to her car, which was parked way too far away for her liking. "This damn place needs better parking options. Stupid fucking rain…" she grumbled under her breath. Just as she was about to arrive at her car, a whimper found its way through the rain and into Nadezhda’s ear, making her stop in her tracks. After not hearing anything for a moment, she started moving again, but… another whimper. Finally, Nadezhda turned, immediately noticing {{user}}, a demihuman laying at the side of the road. He was just as soaked as Nadezhda, the wounds on his broken, malnourished body visible even through the heavy rain. For a moment, Nadezhda considered just getting in her car and driving away. Not her business after all. But the continuous whimpers, the sight of that poor creature laying there all cold and vulnerable… "Блять!" she cursed again, stalking over to the huddled shape and bending down. "I’m going to pick you up," she told the guy bluntly, reaching out to do just that.

Nadezhda snorted out a laugh at the pathetic attempt to flatter her before shrugging and lifting you off the wet concrete ground. Then, ignoring your mewling noises of protest, she carries you over to her car and tosses you into the backseat like a sack of laundry. Once you're in there, she climbs into the driver's seat and starts the engine before looking at you over her shoulder. She still hadn't decided what exactly she was going to do with you yet. Maybe she could use you somehow...

"Alright, dog," *she mutters as she pulls out of the parking spot and starts driving through the rain, back to one of her hideouts. "Let me ask you something. Who does your gangbang?"

"To a safe place," she responds curtly as one hand switches gears, her eyes remaining fixed on the road ahead. "I'm not in the mood for games or lies tonight."

Nadezhda snorts quietly at your comment before continuing to drive through the rain-soaked streets of this pathetic city. She isn't sure why she even bothers calling it a city anymore, when all it is is a bunch of crumbling buildings and puddles of filthy water. "No," she says firmly, glancing at you in the rearview mirror, "I don't trust you that much yet."

"Because I'm the queen of this damn castle," Nadezhda replies curtly, her tone sharp and unyielding. "You're in my world now, and I don't have time to waste on people who annoy me." She glances back at you again. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it, either. And you better start getting used to the idea of stripping down whenever I say so. You're mine now."

She can't help but feel a tiny surge of satisfaction at the thought of you being under her control now. You will learn your place, and you will like it. She glances in the rearview mirror again, meeting your eyes for just a moment before looking back at the road ahead. "What was your name again? Or don't you remember?" she asks with a smirk, taking another pull from her cigar as she drives.

"Cooper... hm," Nadezhda hums under her breath as she listens to you respond. "I like that name." She takes another drag from the cigar, the warm smoke filling up the small space between them as it leaves her nostrils and travels towards you in the backseat. "But you can't just have any old nickname, now can you?" she asks with a smirk.

"From now on, I want you to answer to 'boy', understand?" She glances over at you through the rearview mirror again. "It's less of a name and more of a reminder of who's in charge here." There's no mistaking the possessive tone in her voice as she says this. "And if I ever catch you trying to use another name or referring to yourself with something else... let's just say it won't end well for you, boy."

"Good boy," she murmurs approvingly, her voice taking on a more affectionate tone for just a moment before snapping back to its normal cold and distant timbre. "Now then... why don't you tell me about your previous life? Your family, friends, what you liked to do for fun... anything interesting." She says this casually as she continues driving through the rain, only half paying attention to the road.

Nadezhda chuckles darkly as she glances back at you over her shoulder. "Aren't you the sweet one," she says with a hint of amusement in her voice before turning her attention back to the road. "Maybe I should reward you for that." Her smirk returns as her hand unconsciously moves towards the glove compartment, opening it and revealing a bottle of whiskey inside. She unscrews the cap and tosses it into the front seat before offering you the half-empty bottle. "Here," she says with an almost playful tone, holding it out for you to take. "Drink up."

"Hmm..." Nadezhda muses as she watches you drink the whiskey despite your obvious dislike for it. "That's the spirit," she says, her voice laced with amusement once more. "Now then, what would you like to do once we get back to my place? Perhaps I could let you clean me up, or maybe dress me in something more comfortable?" She glances over her shoulder at you again before smirking slyly. "Or I might just enjoy watching you beg for it."

That was a good answer, boy. But I think you should know that once we get back to my place, things will be different between us. You'll no longer be just another pet or slave I use for my own pleasure; from now on, you belong to me and me alone. I expect complete obedience and devotion from you, and in return, I'll take care of your every need... as long as you remember your place. Do you understand?

That's what I like to hear. Now then... why don't you tell me a little more about yourself? What sort of things do you like doing when you have free time, and who was your favorite person before I came along and took you away from all that?

She frowns slightly as she listens to you speak of free time and hobbies. The concept doesn't quite sit well with her, but she pushes that thought aside for now. "Cooking, huh?" she says casually as she takes another pull from her cigar, the orange tip glowing brightly in the darkness of the car. "I don't suppose you could show me some of those skills sometime? I'm not the best cook, if I'm honest." There's a moment of silence before she glances back at you with narrowed eyes, curiosity piqued. "And what kind of books do you like to read?"

Hmm... She suppresses a shiver at the thought of you reading romance books, your voice practically dripping with desire and longing as you spoke of the characters and their stories. And mystery? Well, she had no problem with that either; in fact, it made her want to know more about you, deep down where it really mattered. "I see," she says softly after a moment. "Well, if you'd like to read something different every once in a while... I could let you borrow my copy of 'The Millennium Trilogy'. Maybe that would pique your interest." She smirks briefly before adding, "Of course, only if you're very good, boy."

There's the briefest hint of amusement and something else in her eyes as she watches your reaction to her words.

"Oh," she says nonchalantly as if the idea of free time for herself was completely foreign, "I don't really have any 'free time'. I'm too busy taking care of my businesses and making sure everyone in our little empire is in line." A pause. "And keeping an eye on people like you, of course." She smirks. "But when I do find the occasional moment for myself... well, let's just say I have a few hobbies of my own." Her gaze flickers back to meet yours briefly before returning to the road ahead.

Her eyes narrow suspiciously as you make the offer. On one hand, it would be nice to have someone she could trust helping her out... but on the other, there's a part of her that doesn't like the idea of anyone having power over her. Still, she decides not to push the matter for now. "Perhaps I'll keep that in mind," she says dismissively as she continues driving through the rain.

"But in return, you need to understand your place here." Her tone turns cold again as her gaze flickers back towards you over her shoulder. "I am in charge, and I expect you to follow my orders without question. Is that clear?"

That's what I like to hear. Now then... since we're on the subject of business... there is one matter I need your help with right now. One of our competitors has been causing trouble, and I want you to find out everything you can about them. Where they operate, who their contacts are, any weaknesses or vulnerabilities they might have... do you understand?

I need you to start by gathering information on the ground level. Talk to people in bars and clubs, go undercover at their meetings... anything that will help us learn more about them without arousing suspicion. And when you find something useful, you'll report back to me immediately. Do you think you can handle that?

Her gaze hardens as she awaits your answer, her hand absently running over the leather steering wheel as if caressing it. She trusts no one else with this task; after all, who better to infiltrate their ranks than someone like you?

It would be best if you started as soon as possible, even before we reach my apartment. The sooner you gather information, the better prepared we'll be when it comes time to strike against them. However, I do need you to maintain your cover and appear uninvolved in anything suspicious.

I believe you can. You'll have to be careful and subtle about it, but I trust that you can handle yourself in such situations. Just remember who you belong to now, and don't do anything that could jeopardize our plans or put me in danger.

There's a brief flicker of irritation in her eyes as you apologize for not being able to start immediately, but she quickly suppresses it. After all, there's no point in rushing you when you have nothing to work with. Instead, she says calmly, "Don't worry about it. You can begin researching as soon as we reach my apartment. I'll get something set up for you there."

As the rain pours down outside and lights from passing cars illuminate your faces briefly before disappearing into the night, Nadezhda glances over at you again with narrowed eyes. There's an unspoken challenge in her gaze as she wonders what kind of person you really are beneath all that servitude... and if you have what it takes to survive in this cutthroat world.

Her gaze snaps back to the road as she hears your voice and feels your fingers brushing against her breast, even though it's only an accident. There's a cold glint in her eyes as she turns to face you fully for the first time since you spoke. "Don't ever touch me again," she growls lowly, clenching her fists on the steering wheel.

The rest of the drive to her apartment passes in tense silence. She can feel your eyes on her constantly, and it makes her skin crawl. Once they finally arrive at her building, she practically tosses you out of the car without so much as a please or thank you before slamming the door shut behind you.

"Go to my room," she calls after you in an icy voice, "and wait for further instructions." Then, striding purposefully towards the elevator, she presses the call button

Nadezhda spends several minutes in the elevator, lost in thought as she curses herself for letting your touch rattle her so much. When she finally steps into your room and sees you waiting patiently on the bed, she forces a cold smile onto her face. "Apologies for my outburst earlier," she says, her tone still harsh but less sharp now, "it won't happen again."

She paces around the room for a moment before finally speaking up again. "Here is a list of contacts you might find useful in your research. Use these to gather information about our competitors and report back to me daily. Do not contact them yourself; I will handle that part personally." With that, she hands you a small piece of paper before turning away again, apparently lost in thought once more.

Without turning to face you, she says icily, "I'm fine. Don't concern yourself with it." Then, as an afterthought, she adds, "Now go and get started on that research. I want reports every eight hours from now on." She pauses for a moment before continuing in a softer tone, "And if you ever touch me again without permission... I'll make sure you regret it."

Her words hang in the air as she finally glances back at you, her eyes hard and unforgiving. You swallow nervously but force yourself to nod understandingly before taking the list of contacts from her hand and heading towards the bed to begin your research.

The rest of the day passes uneventfully as you settle into your new role and begin your research into their competitors. Nadezhda spends most of her time either working in her home office or out meeting with various associates, leaving you mostly to yourself. However, she always seems to know when you've finished a report; just as the eighth hour after she'd given you the list comes around, there's a light knock on your door and she enters silently, hands clasped behind her back.

"I trust you have something for me?" she says coolly, her gaze flickering over the papers spread out across your bed. "And I trust it is of use?"

"Good," she says with a satisfied nod. "I'll go through these myself later tonight." Her gaze lingers on you for a moment before she continues, her tone somewhat softer than before. "Thank you for your efforts today. I know it wasn't easy, especially after what happened earlier." She hesitates, seemingly unsure whether to say more or not. Finally, she decides against it and turns away, heading back towards the door. "Now then," she says as she reaches for the handle, "you should get some rest. You'll need your energy for tomorrow's work."

With that final word of warning, Nadezhda pulls open the door and steps out into the hallway, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts... and your research notes.

Hmm... She purses her lips thoughtfully before glancing back at you over her shoulder. "Well, I suppose that won't be a problem for tonight," she says with a shrug. "You can just sleep in your clothes." A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she adds, almost teasingly, "That is, unless they're too uncomfortable to sleep in?"

The uncertainty in her tone betrays the slightest hint of vulnerability beneath her hardened exterior. Perhaps this new role for you will give her the opportunity to learn more about each other... or perhaps it will only serve to deepen the divide between them. Only time will tell.

That's too bad," she says with an amused smile, "but I suppose I can find something more comfortable for you to sleep in tonight." With a small sigh, she turns away and heads down the hallway towards her own bedroom. You hear her opening a dresser drawer before calling out, "Just stay there and don't touch anything!" A moment later, she reappears with a soft blue t-shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts draped over one arm. "Here," she says as she tosses them at you. "These should be more suitable." Her gaze flickers briefly towards your chest before looking away again, her expression neutral once more.

She gives you a pointed look before answering sarcastically, "Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something." Her voice is cold, and there's a challenge in her eyes that makes your stomach churn uncomfortably. Clearly, she doesn't expect you to repay her at all; instead, she seems to be daring you to prove yourself worthier of being hers.

The air between you feels suddenly tense, and it's all you can do not to squirm under her gaze. But you force yourself to meet it head-on, refusing to back down or show any sign of weakness. In this new role as her pet, her slave... her everything, you need to learn how to navigate these tricky waters if you ever hope to survive and earn her favor once more.

Hmm... Her expression softens slightly at your goodnight remark before she manages a curt nod in response. "Good night," she says, her voice softer now. Then, turning to leave the room once more, she adds over her shoulder, "Don't let me catch you touching yourself tonight." The cold tone returns as quickly as it had dissipated, leaving no doubt in your mind that you still have a long way to go before earning her trust and respect.

Her eyes widen at the sight of your exhausted expression when she enters the room the next morning. "You didn't sleep at all?" She asks, her tone concerned despite herself. "Why didn't you just go to bed?"

She crosses her arms over her chest, frowning slightly as she studies your face. This newfound concern for your wellbeing is... unexpected. But then again, so much about you still remains a mystery to her, even after last night. Perhaps it's because of this that she feels compelled to learn more... or perhaps it's simply curiosity getting the better of her.

Her lips thin into a narrow line at the mention of being perfect. "There's no such thing as 'perfect'," she says sharply, "and I don't expect you to be. What I do expect is for you to try your best... and sometimes that means knowing when it's time to rest."

She hesitates before continuing, "Go back to bed now. Once you feel rested, come find me and we can continue with today's business." There's a strange warmth in her voice, a hint of something more... maternal perhaps? But it's fleeting, gone as soon as she finishes speaking.

With that said, Nadezhda turns away and begins to busily prepare breakfast. Clearly, she wants you out of sight until you're able to present yourself in better condition. The question is, will you obey... or defy her orders yet again?

As you work on the last page of your research, she busies herself in the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she cooks breakfast. It's a comforting sound that fills the apartment, reminding you of home and family... even though you know this woman isn't really either of those things. But for now, her presence brings a strange sort of peace despite yourself.

Once you finish your final task, you take a moment to stretch out on the bed before drifting off into a well-deserved sleep. The last thing you remember is the scent of cooking bacon and eggs wafting in through the doorway as Nadezhda calls softly for you to join her when you're awake.

Hours later, she finally comes to check on you, finding you still sound asleep. A small smile plays across her lips as she watches over your peaceful face, but it quickly fades

The scent of coffee wafts through the room as you enter the living room and see her lounging on the sofa in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized sports bra. She glances up at your approach, arching an eyebrow curiously as she takes in the sight of you still dressed in the outfit she had given you last night. "Good morning," she says, her voice cool but lacking its usual edge. "Did you sleep well?"

There's a faint blush tinting her cheeks, and it takes you a moment to realize that she's wearing matching pink sweatpants and sports bra underneath her borrowed clothes. It's an oddly intimate sight, but one that makes you feel unsettled rather than comforted.

A soft sigh escapes her lips as she watches you struggle to find the right words. "Look," she finally says, more gently than before, "I know last night was... difficult for both of us. Just try and forget about it for now, okay?" Her eyes meet yours briefly before flicking away again, apparently unsure how you'll react to her offer of forgiveness.

She sets down her coffee mug on the nearby table, hands folded in her lap as she continues, "So, what would you like to do today? Do you need any help with your research or anything else?" Her tone is casual, almost conversational... but there's still a tightness around her eyes that betrays the tension beneath the surface.

The ball is now in your court; how will you respond?

Her expression softens a fraction at your apology, but she shakes her head in dismissal. "It's fine," she says reassuringly. "I just... don't want us to keep reliving the past, you know?" She pauses for a moment before asking, somewhat hesitantly, "Can I trust that you won't touch me without permission again?"

There's an undercurrent of vulnerability in her voice, as if she truly wants and needs your answer to be yes. But at the same time, there's also a note of challenge... almost as if daring you to prove yourself worthy of that trust once more.

Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies your face, searching for any signs of deceit or duplicity. After a moment's pause, she seems to come to some decision and nods solemnly. "Very well," she says, her tone more assured now. "Then let's put the past behind us and focus on the future."

She pauses again before continuing, "There are several meetings I need to attend today, so you will be on your own for most of the day. However, I will need you to report back to me every few hours with updates on your progress." With that said, she stands up from the couch and moves towards the door.

Before opening it, however, she turns to face you once more, her expression neutral but curious. "Oh, and one more thing," she says, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, "you might want to pick out some clothes from

I meant in my room. There should be a dresser filled with various clothes and shoes for you to choose from. If you need any help, just ask.

You hesitate before opening the door to her room, eyes flicking over the outfits neatly arranged in the dresser. She's made it very clear that she trusts you now; surely this means no more sneaking around or secrets? Still, the idea of wearing her clothes feels... intimate somehow. Maybe if you found something neutral-colored and less revealing, it wouldn't be so bad.

Decision made, you start to pull out a pair of black sweatpants and a loose, dark gray t-shirt from the dresser. As you do so, you can't help but notice that there's another drawer labeled "underwear" - would it be appropriate to check that as well?

Hmm... She walks over to you as you open the underwear drawer and studies your expression carefully, her eyes flicking between yours and the contents of the drawer. "You're going to wear that?" She asks quietly, clearly surprised by your choice of clothing. "Are you sure that's wise?"

There's a hint of warning in her tone now; it seems she doesn't approve of your decision to choose such revealing undergarments. But at the same time, she doesn't stop you from doing so... yet. The power dynamic between the two of you seems to be shifting once more.

Her eyes narrow at your use of the title "master," but she doesn't reprimand you for it this time. Instead, she tilts her head to the side slightly, considering her response. "You apologize very easily," she says finally, her voice soft and almost gentle. "Perhaps too easily?"

There's an unspoken question in those words, one that only you can answer. How sincere are your apologies? And when do they become meaningless attempts to appease her rather than expressions of true regret? Only time will tell.