[Note: this begins a very long story. It was never written with the
intent of making it public. It is very much an anything goes piece
of sex fiction. It will eventually cover many taboo areas. Anyone
that might feel uncomfortable with that should not start reading
it!But having been intended as a sort of novel, it starts off
fairly slow.
The story will speak for itself. I have decided to upload it
for only one reason only. I hope for some feed-back from any who do
read it.
Recently, someone on this bbs started a series of stories
called Cute** (num.01 and up.) He encouraged replies be uploaded as
files named cutec**. You reach me similarly. While I do not intend
to incorporate anything into this story that would conflict with
the plot as it was originally concieved, there are enough open
areas for characters and situations suggested by the readers.
The chapters of this story will be named Sunder** (01 and up)
Comments and suggestions may be posted as Sund-c**.txt (where **
are the numbers 1 and up.)
I hope that somebody out there enjoys this.
The chapter after this one has been completed, and the third
is 2/3 done. I shall post them after I receive initial (if any)
feedback on this one.
.................................The Author.
CHAPTER ONE
Danielle
Danielle Dumac waited in the reception area all alone. She
stood before the massive oak doors that would open into the main
office of A.S. Sunder Enterprises and wondered when she would be
allowed to enter. She'd already stopped wondering why she was even
being considered for this job. She was just twenty years of age,
almost straight out of community college with only a few months
part-time work experience, yet she had been told to put together a
resume and report here. Here was the top floor of a downtown sky-
scraper. It was a building she'd often passed but had never really
paid attention to before now. She'd passed five security checks,
had been escorted to this floor by an armed security guard, and
then had been left in this abandoned lobby for almost an hour.
She'd almost given up being nervous, and was working her way
towards angry.
The lobby aroused her curiosity. It was a huge room, elegantly
carpeted, with floor to ceiling windows where the south and west
walls should have been, and with a number of stunning paintings
gracing the walls. It was also totally devoid of furniture.
Danielle had spent her first ten minutes wondering what purpose an
empty room might serve. It was possible that it was in the process
of being refurnished, but somehow that was not the impression she
got. There were no marks on the carpeting to indicate there had
ever been any office furniture here. Perhaps, she decided, the very
carpets had been recently changed, and the furniture just hadn't
been moved back yet. Yes, that would explain it, she thought. There
was also a faint odour of paint lingering in the room. That meant
more than the carpets had been redone. If she got the job, she
would be working in a brand new office. If she got the job.
She wondered yet again what she was doing here. It wasn't only
that she was lacking experience. This very corporation was strange.
The elaborate security precautions would seem to indicate that A.
S. Sunder Enterprises was a very important company, or a very
powerful one. Then why hadn't she ever heard of it before? She was
supposed to report directly to the president, a woman named Adelle
Sunder. Danielle had made a study of all the world's most
successful business women, yet she'd never heard of Adelle Sunder.
She'd tried to research this company after she was given the
interview. She'd discovered that it was a very old company, but
that was all. She had not been able to discover what kind of
business it was. At first she'd been intrigued. Now she was just a
little frightened.
Danielle sighed. She was getting a little tired. There were no
chairs in the room, and she'd resisted the temptation to sit on the
floor. Thinking it was only a matter of time until she would be
admitted, she had not wanted to muss her dress. She still didn't
want to sit down. An hour was more than enough time to take care of
whatever situation had postponed her appointment. After waiting
this long, she didn't want to risk messing up her appearance only
to be called in moments later. The lady at the Advanced Human
Resources Center had been very specific in her instructions. Ms.
Sunder was a perfectionist. Everything must be done exactly right
in exactly her way. This extended to her employees. To succeed in
gaining employment, she had to impress her prospective employer
with her loyalty, obedience, and her diligence. Ms. Sunder,
Danielle's Resources liaison had told her, didn't care about past
experience. She would train her personnel to do things the way she
wanted. The less experience they had, the easier they could be
broken of their old habits. All she expected was that applicants be
young, quick studies, and presentable.
Danielle had made herself quite presentable. It really hadn't
been very hard. She was a very pretty girl to begin with, not
exceedingly beautiful perhaps, but not at all plain. She had her
French-Canadian ancestry to thank for that. She was five foot two
with an athletically compact frame. She had studied ballet until a
knee injury a few years ago had ended her dreams of dancing. She
had continued her exercises in a reduced capacity, so she was still
in excellent shape. Not only was she quite curvaceous, but her
flesh was firm, tight, and inviting. Her face was her only ordinary
feature, but the keenly eager intelligence in her big blue eyes
rescued it from plainness. Her long, straight brown hair, reached
down to the small of her back and looked extremely sexy and
feminine. A judicious application of make-up subtly down-played the
width of her cheekbones, and made her wide but delicate smile stand
out.
She had chosen to wear a simple, business-like dress. It was
modestly cut, with short sleeves, and the hem reached to her upper
calves. It was a medium blue color trimmed with pink and dark grey.
Danielle felt it complimented her light olive complexion. She'd
worn a wool jacket over it on the way here, but had been forced to
leave that, along with her purse, downstairs with the security
people. Not sure how far to go in making herself attractive for an
interview with a woman, she'd opted for one of her least
provocative perfumes. Then, just before she left, she'd aggravated
a run in her only presentable pair of stockings. With no time to go
searching for another pair, she had checked to make sure her legs
were smooth. Finding them more than acceptable, she'd decided to do
without. She wasn't really comfortable in nylons anyway, and it was
nice enough outside that she wouldn't miss them.
She found herself missing her purse. She suddenly wanted the
pocket mirror she carried in it. She felt compelled to check her
appearance one more time. There was no washroom here that she could
find. The only way out of the lobby was the elevator down, and the
large doors into the office. It was fortunate that she had no calls
of nature to perform. She'd already tried to see herself in the
large window that took up the entire wall opposite the office
doors, but the lighting conditions prevented that from working.
Her feet began bothering her next. She'd never liked high
heels. She'd had to wear them for their formal look. These were
new shoes, but they were tight. After an hour of standing around in
them, her feet were rebelling. Worse still, her bad knee was
starting to hurt. It always did when she extended her leg now.
Well, she would not sit down, but she would compromise. She slipped
out of her shoes. It entered her mind then that she might have
trouble putting them on again. It was too late now to worry about
that!
The carpeting felt heavenly against her bare soles. Her feet
had been getting sweaty, so she wiped them dry. At least there was
no odour. That would have been embarrassing! She bent over to
straighten the shoes out, wincing as she felt a twinge in her knee.
Just then, as luck would have it, the office door opened. A man's
laugh startled her. " Yes, she's still out here." It was a deep,
confident voice. " You're going to like this one boss. She's
already making herself at home."
Danielle straightened up, blushing. The man stood in the
partly opened doorway staring at her intently. His eyes travelled
down her body making a thorough inspection, oblivious to her
unease. His gaze was so cold and professional. It frightened rather
than annoyed her. There was no lust, no attraction in his eyes, yet
she felt like he was mentally undressing her. Then she looked at
the rest of him, and felt a surge of fear and lust herself. He was
tall, tan, well-muscled, and dressed like something out of a
commando movie. He looked to be fairly young, maybe twenty-nine or
thirty, yet his eyes were full of age and death. He was totally
unexpected and the situation was completely bizarre. Which would be
par for the day, she reminded herself.
"You're to go right in," he said to her then. " Ms. Sunder
doesn't like to be kept waiting. If you get the job, we might get
the chance to say hello." Then he was over at the elevator, and the
door was opening as if on cue. She had wanted to remark that Ms.
Sunder didn't mind keeping other people waiting, but held her
tongue. She tried to slip her shoes back on and found she couldn't.
" Don't bother," he said as the elevator door began to close. He
stopped it and smiled. " You'll be better off if you go in now like
that. Trust me!" Then he pushed the "door close" button, and was
quickly gone from her sight.
She debated whether to follow his advice or that of her
Resources advisor. She quickly concluded that since he worked for
her, he was more likely to be acquainted with Ms. Sunder's moods.
She picked up her shoes and scurried over to the doors. As she
slipped into the office, a surprisingly soft and melodious voice
said, " Close the door behind you. You can leave your shoes there,
too. You can put them back on when you leave." It was a sweet
voice, but cold. Danielle gratefully put the shoes down and turned
to face Ms. Sunder.
And was immediately overwhelmed by the scene that confronted
her. It was so completely unlike any of her expectations, she
didn't know how to even begin sorting it out. The office was huge!
It was so full! There were trees and statues, and bushes all over!
She could hear a fountain splashing in the background! The roof and
three outer walls were all of tinted glass, making the office seem
like some immense greenhouse. Several feet from the entrance,
framed by a series of marble pillars, was a large desk. It was made
of polished black stone, and looked almost like an altar. Sitting
behind this desk, leaning back in a large, black chair was the
biggest shock of all. The rich and powerful Ms. Adelle Sunder did
not look much older than Danielle herself! She was also one of the
most beautiful women Danielle had ever seen.
Adelle Sunder smiled coldly. " Well, don't just stand there
gawking. You'll have time to sight-see later. Come here." There was
an unmistakably imperious tone to the command. It fit in with the
surroundings, thought Danielle. The room reminded her of pictures
of Imperial Rome!
She didn't look at Ms. Sunder as she moved to stand before the
desk, but found the first sight had burned itself into her mind.
The young company president's most striking feature was her hair.
She was a true platinum blonde. Somehow Danielle didn't doubt it
was real. It framed a delicate, heart-shaped face that was
exquisitely pretty. Even the cruel superiority in her smile did
little to ruin her appeal. She wore a tight-fitting, emerald-on-
black silk blouse. It accentuated a slender torso, which in turn
accentuated a more than ample bosom. Her skin was flawless and
evenly tanned.
" No," said Adelle. " Here. Where I can see all of you." She
indicated her side of the desk. Suddenly feeling very shy and
nervous, Danielle circled the stone desk and stopped directly
before the stunning young business woman. She found herself looking
at the floor, too ashamed to meet this woman's gaze. This surprised
and confused her. It wasn't like her to be this timid and
submissive. She didn't even know of what she was ashamed, just that
she was. To fight off her discomfort, she focused on the lower
part of Adelle's body. Adelle was wearing a tight black skirt that
ended at the knees, and wicked looking stilleto-heeled shoes. Her
calves were bare, and looked both delicate and strong. Her legs
promised to be long and sexy.
She could feel this young lady looking her over even more
intently than that man had. She felt her face grow hot. Now she
regretted removing her shoes. It made her feel strangely naked and
exposed. " Very nice," Adelle said at last. " I'll have to see that
Margaret gets a bonus for sending you." Danielle started. Margaret
was the name of her Resources liaison! " Your name is Danielle?"
It took a second for Danielle to realize that she was supposed
to answer. Again she was surprised and upset by her own timidness.
" Yes, Ms. Sunder."
There was a cold laugh. " For now call me Adelle. I'll let you
know later if you're to change how you address me. Understood?"
" Yes, Adelle." Danielle felt very uncomfortable just standing
there. Adelle either didn't realize, or didn't care.
" I like that name. Danielle," she said it slowly, seeming to
savour every syllable. " It's a perfect name. Very sensual. I'm
going to tell you exactly what your duties here will be should I
give you the job. First though I'm going to give you the good news.
Your salary will be fifteen hundred dollars a week, plus living
expenses, full medical and dental coverage, and certain other
fringe benefits. How does that strike you?"
It struck her quite hard. Fifteen hundred a week? What on
earth could she do that would warrant that kind of money? She knew
what she would do--almost anything! But what had she meant by the
"good news"? What then was the bad news. " It seems like a very
fair offer Adelle. But what exactly would I be expected to do?"
Danielle asked carefully.
Adelle leaned back in her chair and licked her lips. " The
question should be what won't you be expected to do. You would be
my full-time personal secretary, attendant, assistant, and maid.
Does that position sound attractive."
Danielle began to suspect what was wanted of her. She found
that she didn't really mind the idea. Still, it was best not to
jump to conclusions. " You mentioned living expenses and fringe
benefits. Exactly what does that entail?"
Ms. Sunder turned her chair to face her desk momentarily. She
flipped up a panel on the right hand side to reveal a series of
switches and dials. She hit a red button labelled "security".
" Jeffries!"
The speaker replied immediately. " Yes Ms. Sunder?"
" I want complete privacy until further notice. Code Crimson,
in and out. Copy?"
" Yes, Ms. Sunder. Total cut off until further notice.
Complete nullification on outgoing?"
" Yes," Adelle replied, giving Danielle a brief, cruel look as
she did. " From this floor only. That's all."
" Affirmative. Security out!"
Adelle Sunder turned to face Danielle. " I need to know now.
Does this job seriously interest you?"
Danielle hadn't liked the tone of that conversation with
security. It had sounded very threatening. Maybe she'd just seen
too many spy movies. Then again, maybe not. The pay seemed good.
The worst thing that could happen was that Adelle would want to
sleep with her. Danielle had gone to bed with women before. With
Adelle, she might even like it. She was realizing why she'd been
behaving so submissively. Her body was reacting sexually to this
woman's presence. Danielle generally preferred men, but no man had
ever attracted her like this. It wasn't just Adelle's beauty. It
was some kind of incredible animal magnetism, and it was focused on
her. From a woman like Adelle, that kind of attention was almost
too flattering!
" Yes, Adelle, I'm interested."
Adelle nodded. " Your position means that you must be
available to me at all times. I have several offices, including one
at home, and which one I use depends on either whim or need. To
make things simple, I'd rather keep one secretary with me at all
times than rely on a different girl for each office. You will move
into my mansion. You will travel with me at all times except when
your duties require otherwise. When you do have time off, you will
have a company car and chauffeur at your disposal. Your medical
records will be transferred to the company's medical facilities.
You will choose one of the company doctors to be your new personal
physician. This is required for security reasons. Would you agree
to all this?"
It didn't sound so bad, Danielle decided. " Yes, Adelle."
" Good. You have the basic skills I require. There's just one
item that must be cleared up. You have no immediate family,
correct?"
Danielle nodded. " I'm an only child. My father deserted my
mother several years ago. My mother is moving to England to be with
her new boyfriend. I don't have any aunts or uncles anywhere
nearby."
" Excellent! How about lovers?" Adelle asked it matter-of-
factly. But Danielle was looking at her now and noticed her cold
and calculating look.
" Nobody at the moment."
Adelle nodded. " That's good. You'd have had to break it off
otherwise. If you work for me, you must agree not to see anyone
that I don't personally approve of. You may see other company
employees of either sex, and indulge in any sexual preferences
without prejudice. But your lovers must pass the company's security
check. It may not sound fair. If you don't like it, you can pass on
the job. If you break this rule, you would be fired immediately
without compensation. You would also be charged with espionage. Do
these terms present a problem?"
They scared the hell out of her, Danielle decided, but they
didn't pose any problem. Actually, she felt almost reassured. This
was why there was no information on this company. They probably did
sensitive work for the government! They sure took their security
seriously. It might not always be easy, but it might be fun -- sort
of like being in a thriller.
Danielle shook her head. " No. No problem."
Adelle smiled. " There are several other conditions that must
be met. How far would you go to get this job?"
Danielle shrugged. It was one thing to decide that she'd do
anything. It was another to come right out and say it. Adelle
didn't wait for her answer. " I'm more than the president of this
company. I own it all. My father's will left me in charge because
he knew that I was the best for this job. How old would you say I
am?"
Danielle wondered if this was a trick question. " Twenty four
at most?"
Adelle smiled. " I'm your age almost exactly. I'll be twenty-
one in three months. I graduated from university at fourteen. I
worked my way up the ranks for five years before my father's death
put me in charge. I make all the rules here. There will never be
any questions asked. I demand first and foremost complete and utter
obedience. Breaking faith with me is a capitol offence. Would you
be willing to do anything I asked, to immediately and completely
obey any order regardless of its propriety, morality, or legality?"
And then it happened. Danielle couldn't explain what it was,
but it was real. Adelle took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.
Her eyes locked with Danielle's own, holding her gaze. Adelle's
lips formed into a cruel smile. Looking into those eyes, Danielle
seemed to hear a voice in her head. " I want you," it said," and I
shall have you." Then the attraction to Adelle she'd been feeling
all along seemed to flood through her all at once and take her
over. Her body seemed to develop its own will, its own needs and
desires. What it needed and desired was Adelle.
That desire quickly consumed her strength, her will. Her legs
buckled and she found herself on her knees. Her heart was racing.
Blood was rushing to her brain. Lust consumed her, but also fear.
Adelle suddenly became even more beautiful. She was the most
beautiful woman in the world! Danielle wondered why she could ever
have been attracted to any lesser being, especially to any man.
(But she liked men, a little voice deep inside her protested! What
was happening to her?)
As quickly as it had come, the weakness passed. " Will you
work for me, Danielle?" Adelle asked softly.
Of course she would! What a silly question, Danielle thought.
It would be an honour to work for her. " Yes, Adelle."
" Then call me Mistress, or Mistress Adelle. However, when we
are doing business, you must call me Ms. Sunder. Is that clear?"
" Yes Mistress Adelle." The words didn't seem strange. Should
they have? Danielle decided she didn't care.
Adelle kicked off her own shoes. She stretched out a leg and
caressed Danielle's face with her bare foot, running her toes down
Danielle's left cheek. It was a lovely foot, slender, well-formed,
delicate and feminine. The toes were of a perfect, even length. It
made Danielle wonder why she had never noticed feet before. She
wanted to turn her face and kiss it. But she couldn't bring herself
to take the initiative. She felt the need to be told what to do.
She needed orders from her mistress. She no longer even wondered
what had happened to her. It no longer mattered. The voice in her
head made no further protest.
Adelle pulled her foot away from Danielle's face. " Stand!"
she ordered. When Danielle had obeyed, her Mistress said, " Strip!
Take it all off. I want to see what I've bought."
Danielle mechanically complied. She reached behind her back
and slowly unzipped her dress. There was no attempt at sensuality
in her actions. But the sense of her surrender was strong, and more
than enough to turn on Adelle. The dress slid off a tan, athletic
body. Danielle was firm all over without the least compromise of
soft femininity. Her compact build denied her a slender look, but
her wide perfect hips made up for that. Her legs were her best
feature. The thighs and calves retained the form achieved from
years of classical dance. Her feet were sort of plain, with small
but stubby toes, but Adelle didn't care about that. " Keep going,"
she ordered.
Danielle took off her bra. Her breasts were perfectly round
and firm. They weren't too big, but more than ample for Danielle's
build. The nipples were ruby-red. They were also short but thick.
Then Danielle pealed off her panties. She stood naked before her
Mistress, eyes downcast, legs together. A thick but neat brown bush
masked her womanly charms. Adelle studied her critically, then
said, " That pubic hair will have to go. My serving-women must be
clean-shaven from the armpits down. It will be taken care of at the
mansion. Now move your legs well apart and spread open your cunt.
Let's see the rest of it!"
Danielle slid one foot away from the other till they were
almost a yard apart. She brought her small strong hands to her
privates. Her fingers caught the outer lips of her pussy and pulled
them apart. This revealed a well-developed clitoris and plump,
juicy dark-pink labia. Her whole mound was pleasantly plump. It was
a pussy meant to be toyed with, its parts made to be sucked on,
stretched, and bitten. " Very nice. You're exactly what I was
looking for, Danielle," Adelle laughed. " Now turn and show me your
ass. Spread those cheeks and show me your hole!" Danielle did that
too. Her anus was a tight pink-brown pucker.
" Enough," said Adelle. " I'll wait till you've been shaved to
get to know you better. Put on your dress, but leave your underwear
off. You will no longer wear any without orders from me. Neither
will you wear stockings at any time. Shoes are reserved for social
functions or for use outdoors. Is this understood?"
" Yes, Mistress," she said, and slowly dressed herself again.
Adelle turned back to her desk and hit the security button.
" Jeffries? Abort order. Code Delta Omega Green. Have a car waiting
for Miss Dumac. Take her to her place and pick up her belongings,
then take her to the mansion. Send Maria with her. Then secure all
her personal records and files for the company. She no longer
exists. I want a level seven purge. No repeats of last time."
" Yes Ms. Sunder. No problem. Algers is gone," Jeffries
replied somewhat nervously.
" Just remember -- fuck up and you join him. Get on it."
Adelle turned back to face Danielle. " You will talk to no one
about this job, understood? We don't exist. Fuck up and you'll join
Algers too. But you'll take the scenic route. I'll see you at the
mansion tonight and complete your initiation. I'll give you a
better idea of your duties. Tomorrow I'll show you the offices here
and at the mansion. We'll go from there. Now go to the elevator and
take it down to security. Give them all the information they want.
They'll take you to the car. You will go to your apartment. Choose
only your best business dresses. Security will drop by to dispose
of the rest. Above all, listen to your security advisor and obey
her completely and unquestioningly. Maria will know what must be
done. Dismissed, Danielle."
Danielle Dumac remained where she was for almost half a
minute, feeling a little disoriented. Then she backed away, turned,
and headed for the door. There she remembered to pick up her shoes.
She didn't bother to put them on. It didn't seem right for some
reason. She left the office and shut the large oak doors behind her
without being told. She walked submissively to the elevator and
pushed the button.
As she waited for the elevator to come, there in the big,
empty lobby, reality seemed to warp. Her world to shattered like a
stained glass window. Thoughts scattered in colored shards amidst
a silent scream. Then they swirled back in and the window reformed.
Except the picture was somehow different. The experience reminded
her of descriptions of acid trips, except that she'd never done
drugs. Her mind now felt clearer than it had since she'd walked
into the office, yet a sort of hazy confusion persisted.
The elevator doors opened and she got in. A security guard was
in it. He looked at her with undisguised contempt, and she wondered
why. Then all the conditions she'd agreed to in order to gain this
job sank in, and she went a little pale. It wasn't that she'd
practically agreed to be that woman's sex toy. She could deal with
that, though it wouldn't be easy. It was how completely she'd put
her life in that woman's hands that scared her. All her records, if
she understood what she'd heard, the documents that proved she
existed, would disappear. She already had no family to come looking
for her. Her mother wouldn't care what happened to her one way or
the other. She had no real friends, no lovers. Sure her doctor or
landlord might remember her, but so what. They'd have no proof.
She'd broken out into a cold sweat by the time the elevator
finished its descent. She took a deep breath and told herself her
fears were silly. There could still be a rational reason for the
elaborate precautions here. She couldn't let Ms. Sunder's kinky
needs, vague, half-remembered threats, and bizarre circumstances,
turn into the stuff of conspiracies and bad novels. She would play
along and was sure things would sort themselves out.
The little voice in her head returned. She was merely too
afraid to back out, it said. And it was right.
* * *
Jason
Jason Andrews grinned as he rode the elevator up one flight to
the heli-pad. That new girl had looked sexy as hell. He wondered if
she'd get the job. She'd reacted well to him, he could tell. Maybe
he could arrange to take care of her physical needs. God knew he
needed the distraction! His penis was rock-hard, and throbbing
painfully. This always happened after he'd been in the head lady's
office. Adelle could turn him on just by being in the same room
with him! It was a god-damned shame that she had to be mostly gay.
A woman like that was made to be ridden and ridden hard! However,
any man who tried to force himself on her would be in for a rude
surprise. That bitch was as strong and mean as she was smart and
beautiful!
The new girl, on the other hand, would be easy to force,
though he doubted he'd have to. He wished she would fight him. He
hadn't indulged in any violent rape in a while and he missed it. It
was one of the draw-backs to his promotion from the field. The life
of a mercenary captain was an uncertain one for sure, but for the
right man, the rewards were beyond compare. Of course, his new
position came with certain compensations.
The elevator doors opened and Jason stepped out into the small
hanger. The massive overhead door had already been slid open, and
the compact private chopper was ready to fly. Jason crouched down
and ran over to it, ignoring the salutes from the maintenance crew.
He climbed into his seat, shut the door, and gave his pilot the
thumbs up sign. The helicopter was already lifting off while he
strapped himself in, and put on his head set. They flew up through
the opening in the hangar roof, gained several hundred feet more
altitude, and took off across the city.
" How was the meeting, chief?" asked his pilot. Markus was one
of Jason's men from his mercenary command. Jason had specifically
asked for him when he was given his new job. It wasn't just that
Markus was an excellent pilot, though he was. Jason just had not
wanted to be stuck with one of Adelle's half-naked, dyke slaves. He
needed at least the illusion that he was running his operation with
complete autonomy.
" Typical, old buddy. Typical."
Markus grinned. " More top secret shit then, huh? We going to
be flying any raids soon?"
Jason raised an eyebrow. " Now what gives you that idea?"
" I know you too well, chief. If you're grinning ear to ear
when you leave one of these meetings, it means you'll be in on some
action."
" Shut up and fly, Goldilocks." That had been Markus's tag in
the troop. He wore his dirty blond hair in a short pony tail.
" Where to?"
Jason turned and smiled wickedly. " Blackmoore Tower."
Markus grinned back. " See? What did I tell you?"
Jason settled back in his seat and enjoyed the view. Markus
had read him well, but not correctly. It wasn't the prospect of
action that made him smile. It was what awaited him at Blackmoore
Tower. Before every mission came the planning stage, and that meant
a visit to his only direct superior. It was the greatest of his new
job's perks. Jason always enjoyed getting together with Karen
Blackmoore.
Karen was Adelle's half-sister, and her only trusted
confidant. She was Adelle's second in command, and was solely
responsible for running Asunder's paramilitary, and espionage
divisions. Karen was the second most beautiful woman Jason had ever
met. She was also the second horniest, the second most sadistic,
and the second most brilliant woman in existence. The best part
though was that, unlike her half-sister, Karen had an insatiable
appetite for men. He, though was her favourite. He was currently
her only true male lover, as opposed to those men she kept as
slaves and sex toys. He was the only man she allowed to dominate
her. She was perhaps the only true antidote to the lust Adelle
inspired in him. The problem was he couldn't visit her as often as
he'd like. She wasn't always in the mood to submit, and Jason was
not slave material.
His groin hurt. He wasn't doing himself any good thinking
about Karen. He would find relief soon enough. Thinking about
business would be better. He closed his eyes and reviewed his
meeting with Adelle.
It had been Karen who, on reviewing his record with the
mercenary division, had recommended him for his new position. Jason
Andrews was now head of Asunder's special industrial espionage
strike force. What that meant mostly was that he had gone from
being the head of a bunch of hired killers to the head of a bunch
of thieves and assassins. When Adelle decided it was time to take
a direct approach with one of her competitors, it was his job to
find a way to deliver a message up close and personal.
He'd received her summons early that morning. He'd reported as
ordered to find her in a dark and dangerous mood. She was her usual
stunningly gorgeous self. As soon as he caught sight of her, his
cock was full hard, and straining to escape his pants. He bit his
lip, and came to stand before her desk. She'd sat back and looked
up at him slowly. He felt himself somehow reduced in her eyes.
She always had that effect on him. Her gaze wasn't the look of
lust and longing most women sent his way. It was the look a proud
owner might give his prize stallion. To her he was an especially
fine specimen of some lower order, both admired and yet held in
contempt. For some reason, he could never resent that. When he was
with her, he felt it was true.
He stood at attention and waited for her to finish her
inspection. He was wearing his favourite working clothes, a tight,
camouflage tea-shirt, a pair of baggy, army-green trousers, and
black combat boots. The trousers were a blessing, as usual. His
hard-on wasn't as obvious as it otherwise would have been. She was
well aware of it anyway. Nothing ever escaped her notice. No, the
baggy pants were so that no one else he'd run into afterward would
know how bad off he was.
" You may sit, Andrews," she finally said, in her sweet, icy
voice. She pointed to the straight-backed, black, metal chair
reserved for her guests. It was not comfortable. It wasn't meant to
be.
He did as he was told and waited for her to tell him why she'd
called him here. She leaned back in her chair and stared straight
into his eyes. " Has Karen been in contact with you recently?"
He shook his head. " No, not for a couple of weeks." He
wondered if she knew he was fucking her half-sister. He knew she
was. Karen had told him. The thought of those two incomparable
bodies in the same bed was an exquisite torment. He tried to banish
the picture from his mind before he split his pants.
" You did hear about the raid though, didn't you?" There was
a bitter anger in that question. For a second, he felt fear, and
cursed himself for it. How did this woman do this to him?
He nodded. " I heard we'd been hit. I didn't wasn't given any
details. I don't know how bad it was, and I don't know who did it."
He paused. " I noticed that the outer office has been repainted and
recarpeted. And Anne Marie isn't around."
" Anne Marie is history. So was the outer office. I wasn't in
anyway, but the intruders didn't even try to break into this room."
Jason nodded. " Can you tell me what happened or is it not my
business?"
She frowned. " No, as of now it is your business. There were
two intruders, one male, one female. They passed our security check
somehow. One of my security chiefs screwed up bad. They had weapons
that were invisible to the scanners. They had an appointment on one
of the executive floors. They were supposed to be arranging a deal
for one of our new bio-chemical weapons. Instead, they overrode the
elevator. They had to have had extensively detailed blueprints of
this building. They got off on a maintenance level three flights
below here and took the emergency stairs up. They knew about the
secret door into the lobby."
She sighed. " The route they took had few security scanners.
They got all the way in here and were taking care of business
before my guards even knew there was a problem."
" I take it they took care of Anne Marie," Jason concluded.
Adelle nodded. " She was here alone. They took her completely
by surprise. She didn't have a chance. At least they had the
decency not to kill her quickly or cleanly. She suffered for
several minutes. The camera recorded it all. Want to see it?"
He looked at her oddly, trying to keep his emotions off his
face. God, she was a sadistic bitch! He'd liked Anne Marie. She
read his thoughts anyway and laughed. " I would have killed her
someday anyway, Andrews. I was looking forward to it. As it is, I
was cheated from doing it personally. But at least it wasn't a
total waste. Don't judge me, assassin. I know how you got your
kicks when you were heading the Chaos Company. You and your men
raped, tortured, and killed more than your share of women and
children. Why do you think you caught my sister's eye? The bitch
likes her men black-hearted."
She touched a button on her desk and a six by three foot
section of floor rose up to reveal a large video screen. With
another switch she dimmed the lights. " Just watch the tape."
The screen came on. It showed the outer lobby as it had been
the last time he'd visited. A pretty, young blond woman sat behind
a large white desk. She was doing something on her computer. Anne
Marie was so totally absorbed in her work that she didn't notice a
section of panelling a couple of yards to the left of the elevator
door slide silently open. She did shriek in surprise when two
people jumped out, pistols in hand, and shouted, " Freeze, bitch!"
Her assailants were dressed head to toe in black leather. They
wore hoods. There would be no way to gain identification. Jason
arched an eyebrow in disbelief. " These guys snuck in looking like
that?"
Adelle shook her head. " They changed. We think they had those
outfits in the cases they were carrying. We found the cases and two
suits of clothing in the access way. They were destroyed by acid."
" And those guns they're packing?"
Adelle hit the pause button, stopping the action. " They were
some kind of hardened plastic. So were the bullets. Those weapons
were strictly for assassination. No way their ordinance would
penetrate the cheapest protective outfits. But they destroy flesh
pretty good. Any other questions?"
" How'd they get out?"
She restarted the tape. " You'll see."
One of the intruders, probably the woman, moved quickly up to
and around the desk, her gun trained on the stunned blond. " Stand
up and put your hands on the desk! Where's the Sunder bitch?"
Anne Marie didn't answer right away. It cost her a gun barrel
across the face. She cried out in pain. Her glasses flew off. The
other intruder was doing something to the elevator. " Okay. It'll
take them a while to get in now."
The woman nodded. " Talk, bitch! Where's you're boss?" she
yelled again at Anne Marie.
" He was right after all," muttered the man. " She isn't
here."
" How can you be so sure?" the woman snarled.
He walked up to the office doors and forced them open. " She'd
be in there if she was," he said, pointing to the large desk,
" probably helping security get by the obstacles we set up. Let's
do what we were told!"
" What about her?" the woman pointed her gun barrel at Anne
Marie's head.
" Do her good. Make her part of the warning. I'll take care of
the lobby."
" Close those doors. We're not to damage the main office space
if we can help it." Then the woman turned to Anne Marie. " Strip,
darling! We're going to play a little game."
The man unzipped his jacket and began taking out a number of
small rectangular packets. He began attaching these to the
surrounding furniture. As he placed each one, he flipped a small
switch on them, and a little red light came on. " Small explosive
charges?" asked Jason quietly. Adelle nodded.
The woman had forced Anne Marie into the room's center, still
holding the gun on the poor young lady. Anne Marie was wearing a
lovely sapphire dress that loosely moulded itself to her full body.
The woman forced her to take it off. " Don't be shy," she taunted.
" I hear you do this for your mistress all the time." She slurred
the word mistress, filling it with her contempt.
Anne Marie hesitantly stripped. She was a pretty thing. Full-
bodied blond hair hung neck-length about a plump-cheeked oval face.
She had soft blue eyes, and shyly sensuous mouth. She peeled off
the dress and stood naked before her tormentor. She was about five
foot three, with a pleasantly stocky build, yet a delicate bone
structure. Her breasts were cone shaped, fairly large, with fat,
stubby nipples. Her belly was slightly plump. She had wide hips,
and full-fleshed, pillowy buttocks. Her thighs and calves were
large yet well-formed. Her hands and feet were small and dainty-
looking. The back of her thighs and calves, and the top of her feet
were badly bruised, showing signs of recent abuse.
The woman laughed cruelly. " Did you enjoy getting those? Then
you're going to love what I'll do to you. Lie down! On your back!"
As the male invader continued to plant his charges -- Jason
counted twenty in all -- his female counter-part forced Anne Marie
to lie down and spread her legs wide. Anne Marie's shaved crotch
came into full view. The woman ignored it at first. She took out a
pair of handcuffs and cuffed her blond victim's wrists together
behind her back. She took out another pair of cuffs. This time, one
end snapped shut around an ankle. The woman bent the leg back till
she could close the other end tightly around a forearm, just below
the shoulder. Anne Marie moaned her discomfort. The woman ignored
her, took out a third pair of cuffs, and bound her other leg the
same way.
" You're an athletic one, aren't you? I didn't have to tear
any muscles to bend you back that way. Good. Now you're going to
suffer. You're going to be a " get out of business" card to your
mistress, understand?"
Jason had to admit he was being turned on by the action. Anne
Marie looked great contorted the way she was. He found himself
eager to see what they would do to the helpless bitch. Adelle had
been right. He shouldn't have judged her. He got off on pain and
suffering as much as anyone. It was just that he'd never
contemplated doing in anyone he was close to. All his victims had
been the enemy -- complete strangers. But he found that his having
known Anne Marie added a certain piquancy to the scene.
Her partner, having finished his chore, came over to where
Anne Marie lay. " I estimate we have five more minutes at most."
" That'll be enough," said the woman. She took a small glass
vial from a pocket in her jacket. " I was hoping to get to use this
on the head lady despite our orders. It's probably better to use it
on her. Spread her cunt open."
The man laughed cruelly and, going down on one knee, did as he
was told. He parted chubby outer lips to expose the dainty pink
flesh within. " Acid?"
" Uh huh. High concentration sulphuric acid."
The man snarled, " Damn good thing I'm wearing gloves then.
Make sure you don't spill any on my fingers."
" I'll be careful," she assured him, as she cautiously
unstoppered the tightly sealed little bottle. " Shit, that smells
awful!" She kept her face as far from the bottle as she could as
she positioned it over Anne Marie's pussy.
Anne Marie was whimpering in fear. She'd gone pale as ghost.
Jason felt his cock begin to throb painfully now. He glanced over
at Adelle. Her eyes were glued to the screen. She was totally
absorbed by the action. Her nostrils flared prettily, and her
wicked tongue ran sexily across her upper lip.
The woman invader slowly lowered the bottle till its opening
sat an inch directly above Anne Marie's clitoris. Then she poured
about half the bottle's contents over the fear-swollen flesh. Anne
Marie screamed shrilly as the center of her woman-hood began to
dissolve away. The acid ran down her slit, stripping away tender
flesh. The suffering girl writhed madly on the floor. The man and
the woman laughed, pleased with the effects of their vicious little
prank.
" What about the rest?" the man asked, indicating the
half-full little bottle.
" We have to finish her off, don't we? Slit her belly open,
length-wise."
" You are too much, woman!" the man's smirk could be heard in
his words. He took out a small, sharp stiletto. With professional
precision, he cut into Anne Marie's belly two inches below the
diaphragm. The poor girl began thrashing about. The woman put down
the bottle and held her down as best she could. With a single deft
cut, a testimony to the sharpness of the blade, the man opened his
subject's middle up right down to her pelvis. Then he asked, " May
I have the honour?"
The woman nodded. There was a banging coming from the elevator
doors. " Hurry it!"
He nodded, picked up the bottle, and poured its contents into
Anne Marie's exposed entrails. They took a second to contemplate
their victim, then dashed over to a section of wall next to the one
they'd come in by. They opened another secret door.
Jason winced! He hadn't known that one was there! " Where
does that lead?"
" Up to the hanger. They escaped to the roof. They were picked
up by a small, private copter, similar to the one you use."
That would have prompted another question, except he noticed
the male figure on the screen pull out another little device. It
looked like a small transmitter. He pushed a button. His partner
had already left. He quickly followed. Jason glanced at his watch,
then looked back at the screen. For a full minute, all he saw was
Anne Marie slowly dying on the floor. He saw what Adelle had meant.
It was a slow death, and yet one that couldn't be prevented. That
acid would do too much damage to the victim's internal organs. Then
the charges began to blow.
They were small charges. They were meant to thoroughly
vandalize the lounge area. Several expensive statuettes, paintings,
and pieces of furniture were shattered. Bits of plaster flew about,
drifted through the air. Some settled unto Anne Marie's pitiful
remains. Then one of the charges knocked out the camera. The screen
went black.
Adelle turned on the lights and turned to face him. He blinked
once, met her gaze, and felt a violent urge surge through him. He
fought it down. " Well? Do you want to see it again?"
" Not now. A copy might be nice in case I want to go over it
in my office. I assume you've figured out who was behind this
little stunt and you want me to take him or her out?"
Adelle slowly shook her head. " Not exactly. Yes, Karen's had
her people working on it. We already knew who it had to be, though.
We were just looking for proof. We didn't find anything solid. But
we found out who those two saboteurs were. What I want you to do is
take them out. The man I want dead. Make it slow and painful. The
woman I'd rather you took alive. I have plans for her. But if you
can't, just kill her. I won't be too disappointed."
" So who are they?"
In response, she took a folder out of her desk. " There are
photos and biographies of your targets in here. The package just
came in. Take it over to Blackmoore Tower and go over it with
Karen. Make your plans as necessary and assemble your team. Do the
deed at your discretion, but do it by next Sunday."
" Aren't you going to tell me who was responsible?"
" You don't need to know. Karen might tell you, though. You
look capable of fucking it out of the bitch," she smiled coldly.
That answered that question, he thought. She knew. Suddenly
there was an electricity in the air. He felt his insides knot up.
He felt weak. It was like all his strength was draining down to his
crotch and leaking off the end of his erection. " Stand up and pull
down your pants. I want to see if Karen was telling the truth,"
Adelle ordered him.
Jason prided himself on never calling any woman mistress. He
worked for this lady, but he wasn't one of her toys. At least that
was what he had thought. Right then he found out he was wrong. His
hands moved to his belt with a will of their own. He undid it,
unzipped his pants, and pulled it and his underwear down together.
Then he straightened up and faced his boss, his huge erection
standing proudly out.
He found her couldn't meet her gaze. He didn't know why. Part
of him had wanted to be naked before this woman for a long time.
Now though, it felt wrong somehow. He felt almost humiliated. It
was not a pleasant experience. He felt her eyes on his masculine
equipment. Despite his discomfort, he felt his penis try to stiffen
further.
It couldn't get any bigger. Jason had been blessed with a
large cock. Now it stood out a full ten thick inches. Below it
dangled a large hairy scrotum in which floated his large walnut-
sized balls. His cock-head was darkly purple and almost visibly
throbbed in time with his racing heart.
Adelle laughed. He felt further humiliated. Part of him wanted
to rape the bitch, but he was neither willing nor able. " Come
stand in front of me," she commanded.
He shuffled over, feeling ludicrous with his pants draped
around his feet. He came to stand in front of her. Looking him in
the eyes, she reached out with one of her lovely hands and grasped
his shaft. She wrapped her fingers around the base and gave it a
hearty squeeze. Its large size seemed to fascinate her.The look on
her face gave him a momentary hope that she might put him in her
mouth. She didn't.
" I don't personally have much use for these," she said,
giving his cock a firm stroke, " but I must say that yours is quite
impressive." She let go his cock and slid the hand between his
legs, cupping his balls from behind. " I can see why Karen is so
fond of you. Personally, I think that the only thing a cock is good
for is to humiliate a woman. I'd like to watch you work some day.
I'd like to see you force this down a woman's throat, or up a
tight, virgin asshole. But you'd have to come all over her face or
in her mouth. Then you could rinse her off with your piss. Would
you like that?"
She felt his tool twitch. " Of course you would." Then her
voice turned cold. " If you come now, I'll lop it off! Put it back
in your pants!"
Face flushed red from anger and thwarted desire, he did as he
was told. God he really needed to shoot off now! He consoled
himself with visions of Karen. He'd be with her soon.
" That's right, save it for my sister," she said, seeming to
read his mind. " I'm interviewing a replacement for Anne Marie in
a few minutes. If she works out, maybe I'll give you a piece of her
tail right here. Then you can show me what you're capable of.
That's all, Andrews."
He gave her a half bow, a salute, and then turned and headed
for the door. " By the way," she said, " if that girl is out there
now, tell her to come right in."
Right then, Markus ended Jason's reverie. " Blackmoore Tower
dead ahead. We'll be down in a couple of minutes, chief."
Jason Andrews smiled grimly. Markus had probably thought he'd
been napping. Considering how things had gone, he'd rather not
enlighten him. He stared down at the folder Adelle had given him.
It was still sealed. He'd thought it best to open it in Karen's
presence. There were questions he would have liked to have asked
Ms. Sunder, and had forgotten about in the heat of events. He
wasn't sure asking Karen instead was wise. She would wonder why he
hadn't thought to ask her sister. He didn't want to tell her. It
was too embarrassing.
How had those two invaders known exactly how to bypass all of
Adelle's paranoid security measures? What they'd said had implied
they'd had information on his boss's whereabouts that day. Had
they? If so, was there a leak, a spy among Adelle's staff? What had
they meant about orders not to harm the inner office? Something
about that raid seemed wrong!
And he'd been too put out by that woman's teasing to retain
his professional edge! That bothered him. He couldn't believe how
that woman had cowed him! She'd always seemed to dominate a room
with her very presence. He'd always considered it a form of super
charisma. Karen had it too, though with her it wasn't as strong.
But today, it had been positively mind-warping!
Blackmoore Tower didn't have a hanger. Markus landed on the
roof, and a switched off the motor. Two attendants hurried over to
secure the chopper. Jason noticed Markus whistling merrily to
himself. He knew this man as well as Markus claimed to know him. It
looked like he wasn't the only one looking forward to a romantic
interlude.
" You probably have the next few hours off, Goldilocks. Where
will I find you when I'm done here?"
Markus was grinning broadly. " Oh, I'm just going to drop in
on a young lady I know here and see if I can find out where the old
company is these days. I like to try to keep in touch with the
boys, sir. You'll probably find me in the cafeteria afterwards,
getting a bite to eat."
Jason bit back the obvious witticism. Who was he to talk?
" Fine. I'll join you there. Maybe I'll be able to give you an idea
of what's going on by then."
They headed to the elevators together. Jason took out his
security card and placed it in a slot next to the right hand door.
He put his eye to the retinal scanner and waited for clearance. A
green light came on. His elevator was coming. Markus's was already
here. Markus saluted and got in. " Good luck, chief!"
" Later, Markus." Then the doors before him opened. He
entered, and eagerly punched in the code for Karen's suite.
