To Obey
by Fire-Bird.
Chapter 111 "Hidden Agendas."
He was quiet, careful and alone. But Stu Lowe had always been alone. Too
busy gathering intelligence or subverting drug-lords for this government.
He liked his work, his colleagues, meeting new people and killing most of
them. He liked the women he seduced but they eventually ended up dead or
worse, wanting to be his wife. Stu was the most useful secret service agent
that the government had, and that was saying something.
He checked the map again and continued his run towards the target. It would
be coming up to dawn soon and by his calculations, he still had a mile to
go. "Come on Agent Stu," he said to himself blowing warm air into the cold
wind, "time to suck it up."
... and Stu Lowe ran harder towards Hackmoores.
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Dave felt a little uneasy. He and his daughters were kneeling in the middle
of the lounge room with a bunch of military guys holding automatic weapons
pointed at their heads, and they weren't the ones naked.
"Ann, what is going on?" asked Dave.
Ann ignored him as she did the last couple of times. She was engrossed in
a conversation with the group's leader. Once they had finished the leader
took out his walkie talkie.
"Rabbit's nest, we have secured target A. Move in when ready."
An electronic voice responded, "Roger Hawk-one. On our way."
Dave had enough. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!"
This got their attention. Ann told the leader that she'd take care of it,
and walked over and knelt down in front of her family.
"Okay everyone, time for a little history. When I was shipped off to China
I managed to escape. I was found by the military and put in prison. They
thought I was some international spy. After three months there I was given
back to our government through a prisoner exchange."
Ann paused to make sure everyone had kept up.
"Once the government had me I told them everything. Us, Hackmoore's, etc.
As you probably don't know since you spend most of your time abusing our
kids, this country's gone to the dogs. Crime is up, police are being killed,
politicians are corrupt. It's not a good place."
"And that's why we're here." said a voice nearby. All four heads turned
to look at the group leader as he dropped a chair beside Ann and sat down.
"Listen up, and listen good. I'm only saying this once."
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Paul Winslow thought he heard voices. He pushed his daughter Cindy off his
shoulder and she rolled onto her side. Paul got up and looked out the window.
There were a couple of guys walking down the street. Paul returned to bed.
He didn't feel like sleeping, and in fact was looking for something to help
tire him out.
Next thing Cindy knew she was down in the basement leaning over a chair. Her
ankles were tied to the chair legs. In her hands were a large steel ball
weighing about 20 pounds. The ball had two short lengths of chain which were
currently connected tightly to Cindy's nipple. She really didn't want to drop
the ball. However Paul was having fun whipping the hell out of her ass cheeks
with his riding crop.
Cindy just yelped, screamed and cried. The sound proof walls were having
their usual effect. After a good twenty minutes of ass thrashing Cindy felt
the heavy ball lifted away from her. Unfortunately, it was still attached
to her tits and Cindy nearly fell over the falling chair to keep up with
her Dad.
Paul carried the ball to the table and put it in the centre. This caused
Cindy to follow closely but Paul made sure her feet stayed on the ground.
Cindy was bent over at the waist. Cindy watched as her father walked around
the table and took some rope. He leaned over and tied her wrists to holes
on either side of the table. He came back around and tied her ankles to two
posts spreading them about a metre apart. Cindy was relived when Paul
unclipped the chains to her nipples.
However, Paul wasn't finished. He went over to the cupboard and after a bit
of rummaging around, found what he was looking for. He showed it to Cindy.
Her eyes went wide. It was a fist size ball of barbed wire.
"Dad, please. We tried this a while ago and it just won't fit." pleaded
Cindy.
"I know I know ... but you know I love a challenge." said Paul putting on
a glove to protect his hand.
Paul leaned over and pulled Cindy's labia lips apart. He took the bundle
of wire and started to force it into his daughter's vagina. Cindy wasn't
about to hold still though, she shook and screamed and her body did everything
it could to expel the foreign intruder.
However Paul wasn't about to let little things like pain and anguish spoil
his fun, and he ground more and more of the wire into Cindy's cunt.
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Dave shook his head. "No, that can't be the answer. We may have problems
but the government simply cannot do that?!"
The group leader shrugged his shoulders. "Yes they can, and they are."
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Cindy was right. She couldn't take the bundle of barbed wire. Paul wasn't
happy about it though. He sat there holding the blood stained wire in his
gloved hand wondering how else he could get the wire into his daughter's
pleasure orifice.
"Please Dad. No more wire. Please." pleaded Cindy.
Paul had to admit this time, they both weren't ready for the challenge.
"Okay honey, no more wire tonight. Want coffee?"
Cindy nodded as Paul got up and turned on the kettle. He came back over
and untied her legs. Cindy was helped to sit up on the table. Paul leaned
her backwards and pushed her legs over her head. Cindy knew they weren't
finished. She allowed her Dad to tie her ankles to a rope in a beam above
the table. In this position her cunt and ass were fully exposed.
Paul took the boiling water and poured it into a container, he added in
a few spoonfuls of coffee and gave it a stir. He returned to Cindy and
laid a hand on her thigh. Cindy shook her head but Paul poured the hot
boiling coffee onto her pink bits. The coffee scolded her labia and
ass as it ran off her body onto the table. Cindy screamed and tried to
move but her strength was disappearing fast.
Some of the coffee made it into her vagina and it too was well scolded.
Paul stopped short of pouring the whole container and left some for himself.
He filled up a cup and smelt the aroma. Cindy was still sobbing and moving
on the table. After a few minutes Cindy was quiet. She had fainted and
was whimpering blissfully in dreamland.
Paul was still awake though. He went upstairs into the kitchen and saw
the lights were still on in Dave's house. He thought why not and went
over. He could hear voices as he walked up to the door and knocked.
After a few seconds a naked Dave opened the door, Paul smiled ... then
his smiled disappeared at the sight of the gun against Dave's head.
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The Hackmore's school was very strong on security. They had guard dogs,
trip wires and cameras positioned everywhere. However it didn't stop Stu Lowe
from entering the grounds. Always vigilant for signs of the enemy he was
very surprised to find some of the slaves he had heard about staked out
in the middle of the grounds, naked and shivering from the cold. He avoided
contact in case they raised the alarm.
Stu found a way into Hackmoore's through an open window into a classroom.
Once inside he turned on his torch and checked the cupboards. They were full
of sharp nasty objects purely designed and created for inflicting the most
amount of pain with the least amount of harm.
He exited the room and looked around. The situation wasn't much better.
Stu found a quiet room and turned on his radio.
"Rabbit's nest come in."
"Rabbit's nest, go ahead."
"Confirm entry to target Hack. Everything that the source told us about is
true. Everything. Recommend we go in now while everything is quiet."
"Roger that Stu ... the military is incoming."
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