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.

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