The Sunder mansion was huge. It was at least one hundred feet across, and had four stories above ground. Danielle couldn't tell how far back the house went, and she suspected that there must be more than one basement level. Something in her gut just told her that. She stood before the front door naked, battered, bruised, and with hands cuffed behind her back. Maria stood beside her, also undressed except for her holster which she'd put back on. Gereti had gone around to park the limo. Danielle had been assured that house servants would see that her bags and the cloths she'd been wearing got to whichever room she'd be assigned.

"We rarely use the front door really," Maria was explaining. "Even Mistress Adelle often just enters via the garage. But since this is your first time here, I figured you ought to get a good look at your new home!"

Danielle was suitably impressed. The mansion had a stone facade, and its architecture suggested a gothic air. There were even gargoyles stoically guarding the upper windows, of which there weren't many. There weren't many windows at all except for a few large ones on the first floor. The front door was set back in an alcove which was closed off with iron gates, and which boasted two very conspicuously placed surveillance cameras.

"Believe it or not, the Mistress occasionally has guests over. She has thrown a few unbelievable parties here! Only very very special guests are ever permitted in this house, however. For her usual business entertaining she has a smaller, though no less opulent, house in the city."

The gates suddenly began to slowly swing out. It wasn't until she saw them edgewise that Danielle began to appreciate how massive they were. Maria grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the front door.

"They know who we are, of course," the security agent continued her orientation speech. "They got all the correct codes as we drove in, and they have both our pictures on file as well. Otherwise we'd have had to submit to a retina scan."

The front door now swung slowly inwards. Maria eagerly dragged Danielle into the mansion's front foyer. The first thing Danielle noted was the cold, marble floor. The second thing she noticed was that the walls were also of marble, or at least panelled with it. The ceiling was a good twelve feet high, and the room was almost three quarters the size of her old apartment. There were two archways. One was in the left hand wall and led to some sort of cloak room. The other was straight ahead and led into the main hall.

The room was lit with old-fashioned gas lamps. They had a classy look, and yet lit the room in such a sinister way. There were no windows here, so the lamps cast flickering shadows on the walls. The hall through the opening up ahead appeared to be lit in the same way.

"Usually the head servant comes to see to newly arrived guests," Maria commented. "But you're not really a guest. When you're all set in your new position, it will be your job to great any guests that come for formal occasions. Now let's go on in. I want to show you to your room and then head down to the kitchen to get a bite to eat."

Maria led her down the main hall. It was a good twenty feet across and over sixty feet long. The walls were buttressed to support the weight of the floors above them. Paintings hung from them every few feet. Danielle didn't know enough about art to guess if any were rare, but she wouldn't have bet against it. Half-way down the hall, Maria took a left turn, and led her through another arched opening. It let them into a circular room around which a wide staircase spiralled upwards to the next floor.

Maria pulled Danielle over to the stairs, and they began to climb. "This staircase leads to the servant's section of the upper floors. The floors are all divided into three areas. There are the guest rooms, there are Adelle's rooms, and there are the servant quarters which is also where security central is, and where most of the household maintenance is carried out from. The places where one can go from one area to another are limited and heavily watched. Adelle's area is off limits to all. The servants' areas are off limits to the guests."

They got to the top. The staircase opened up onto a five foot wide corridor that went off to the left, right, and straight ahead. The right hand path ended in a door ten feet away. The left hand path had several doors opening on it, and ran at least fifty feet further down. The way ahead ended in another staircase. This one was narrow, and straight, not circular. It was this way that Maria led her.

The decor of this floor was a lot less fancy. The walls were of patterned, light-gold-coloured stucco. There were no paintings hanging here, and the lights were electric, not flame. They started climbing the second set of stairs. These were carpeted, and the soft rug felt nice and comfy to Danielle's feet after all the other surfaces she'd walked on this afternoon.

They were met at the top of this staircase by a very pretty petite young brunette. She stood there naked, and not at all self- conscious. The first thing Danielle noticed about her was the thick stainless steel collar she wore around her neck. This was the first of Adelle's slaves that she'd seen wearing something like that. She guessed that this girl probably never went out off the mansion grounds.

"Hello, Maria," the young lady said, bouncing up to the agent, going up on her toes, and tilting her head up for a kiss. Maria gladly obliged, leaning over to lock her mouth on the shorter woman's. The kiss was long and deep, yet had a very casual air. When Maria pulled away, the young woman turned her attention to Danielle.

"Hello! You must be the new Exec! I'm Fanny. I've been assigned to show you around while you are prepared for your initiation." The petite woman -- more a girl, Danielle decided -- returned her attention to Maria. "Are you going to come with us? You can go if you like. Security central asked me to tell you that you're on off time now."

Maria shook her head. "I'm starving. I'm going to go get some food. You two go on. It'll give you a chance to get acquainted. Oh, and Fanny, remember, she's not the Exec yet. You know what that means, don't you?"

"Ooh, yes!" the pretty little bundle gushed. "I know exactly what that means!" The look she gave Danielle next had a little-girl maliciousness in it.

Maria laughed. She turned and gave Danielle a brief kiss on the lips. "See you later, hon. You two have fun!" Then she went back down the stairs.

Danielle watched her descend and move out of sight, then turned to find Fanny studying her appreciatively. "You're very pretty," the girl told her. There was a touch of shyness to her voice.

Danielle was surprised to realize that she found that attractive. She also found Fanny herself very appealing. The young lady was just barely over five feet tall. She had luxuriously thick, raven tresses that hung down to the middle of her back. She had a bit of a latin look mixed in with something else. Her eyes were wide, large and exotic. Thick, black lashes fluttered seductively, setting off the soft brown of her eyes very nicely. She had a small nose that was mostly straight, but had a hint of the roman in it. Her mouth was small and pretty. Her lips were thick, and poutingly red. She was small boned, but had a country- girl sturdiness.

Almost embarrassed, Danielle let her gaze wander down the girl's body. Her breasts were perfect uptilted cones. They weren't very large, but were more than ample-looking on her. Her nipples were a very dark almost brown red. There was not an ounce of flab on her, but she wasn't skinny either. She looked very soft and inviting. Her waist was almost tiny. Her hips were small, but looked wide by comparison. She had a perfect round, protruding posterior. She was one of those women who, even when she put her legs together, had a hollow space below her crotch. Her pussy was shaved, as was to be expected here, and the outer lips looked plump and tenderly juicy. Her legs were compact, but perfectly in proportion with the rest of her. Her feet were small, with low arches and short,tiny, even toes.

Fanny noticed Danielle's interest in her and smiled a small, slightly crooked smile. "What's your name?"

Danielle looked up, blushing slightly. "I'm Danielle."

"Pleased to meet you! Danielle? That's a nice name. My real name is Anna. They call me Fanny because when I started here there were already three other girls named Anna. They called one Annie, and another just Ann, but since we also had an Ann-Marie, an Annabel, and an Annette, they decided to call me something else to avoid confusion! Sandy, one of the head security people here, suggested Fanny cause it sounds close to Annie, and she said my tush is one of my best features!" She giggled as she said this.

Danielle found she just had to ask. "Fanny, may I ask how old you are?"

The young lady smiled. "I just turned nineteen a month ago. But I've been here since just before my eighteenth birthday."

"Oh." Well, Danielle thought. She'd been right! Fanny was more girl than woman! "How did you come to, uh, work here?"

Fanny laughed. "You mean how did I become one of the Mistress's slaves? You don't need to be shy with the word. A few of the girls hate it here, but most of us like it! I was waitressing at a small restaurant on weekends when Maria and one of the other security people from the downtown office came in for a late breakfast. Maria seduced me. We went to a motel and made love. I'd never made love to anyone before. She took my virginity with her fingers and fist."

She'd closed her eyes, and her face had acquired a dreamy look. Danielle looked at her amazed. Then Fanny snapped out of her brief reverie. "I'm sorry. I just love remembering that! Anyway, it was the kinkiest night of my life. She made me do all sorts of things, and did all sorts of things to me, and I loved it! So when she dropped me off at the restaurant later, she made me give her my address and phone number."

"Well, I couldn't put her out of my mind! I wanted to do it all again so bad! When she called, she told me that she wanted me to be her slave for good, and not just her slave, but slave to her Mistress as well. To make a long story short, I said yes, and here I am!" She dipped a knee as if she were making a little curtsy. It looked adorable.

"Well," Danielle was surprised to hear herself say, "you're a very pretty woman too! You have a very lovely face, and your eyes are incredible!"

Fanny giggled. "It's my mixed heritage! My father is of Italian ancestry, and my mother is half French and half Polynesian. They met while my dad was in the Marines. I take mostly after his side, but my mom shows through in all the right places!"

Fanny looked Danielle over once again more critically, and frowned, as if noticing her scrapes and bruises for the first time. "Oh, how rude of me! Making you stand out in the hall here when you're all beat up like that. Let me take you to your room and help get you washed up. We'll probably have hours before Mistress Adelle gets home, and you won't be going anywhere until then. You can ask me all the questions you like about the house, or the girls here, or even me if you want!"

She grabbed a hold of one of Danielle's arms and began leading her down the cosy, carpeted hall. She took her right to the end, and up to a solid-looking oak door. "This is your suite. Other than this afternoon, you won't be able to use it until you've been initiated as a full slave to the Mistress, and your position is official. But Mistress Adelle will probably want to be there when you're brought to the dungeon cell where you'll be staying for a while. Your stuff has all ready been brought up here."

Fanny looked over at Danielle again. "Hm. I forgot. We might have a problem here. Your hands are still tied off behind your back. Security will want to key the lock to your palm-print. I guess we can do that later. You just won't be able to shut the door." So saying, she pressed a small button next to a panel set beside the door. There was a buzz, and the oak door swung open inwards. "Welcome to your rooms, Danielle."

The sight that greeted her almost made up for the abuse she'd taken to get here. They entered a large room, almost twenty feet by twenty feet. It was lushly carpeted, with a soft fur rug. The walls were draped with pink and purple silk. There was a large, comfortable looking sofa at it's center, facing a large television set. A very expensive stereo system was next to that. Along another wall was a small work area, complete with desk, high-back swivel chair, and a computer. There were glass and brass tables here and there holding crystal lamps, and potted plants. There were two other open archways leading to rooms beyond.

"This is your combination office and living room. The doorway on the left is to the bathroom, and the door straight ahead is to your bedroom. The bathroom opens up into that as well. There is also another room to the suite that opens into the bedroom alone. That's your private playroom!" Fanny said that with a twinkle in her eyes.

Danielle took it all in wide-eyed. Fanny laughed at her expression. "Too much, isn't it? Let me show you the bedroom, and then we'll go to the washroom and get you cleaned up."

They walked ahead through the living room and into the bedroom. The center-piece of that was a huge four-poster water-bed. It was covered with deep purple satin sheets. Danielle's ugly luggage was on the bed. There was a dresser, and a vanity table complete with a lit mirror. Danielle noticed that neither this room nor the previous one had windows. Instead, they were softly lit by the delicate lamps that were scattered about each space.

Now Fanny took her over into the washroom. It too was huge. To her right was a large sunken tub. Just over from it was a small sauna. Right across from the door was the sink. To the left was a separate shower stall, a bidet, and a very strange looking toilet bowl.

Danielle wandered over to it, puzzled, and Fanny followed her with a mischievous grin. The toilet bowl had a deep indentation at the front of it that was about five inches wide, and smoothly rounded at the bottom. The bowl was abnormally deep, and the water level was several inches below the indentation. Danielle glanced over at Fanny, a question in her eyes.

Fanny smiled, and sat down with her back to the toilet bowl. She lifted the normal looking seat with one hand, arched her back, and before Danielle's somewhat horrified eyes, slipped her neck into the indentation, her head ending up in the toilet bowl, and lowered the seat down again, which effectively locked her in place.

"When you're officially the Exec, there'll always be a girl here on toilet duty," Fanny said simply, and then lifted the toilet lid, and slipped her head out. She had been careful to keep her long hair out of the bowl so as to not get it wet.

Danielle stared at the toilet mesmerized, and felt her heart begin racing. She honestly wasn't sure if it was with fear and disgust, or, just perhaps, with sexual excitement.

"If you have to go, I can get back in," Fanny suddenly said, her voice gone husky, her tone a little shy.

Danielle turned to her and just stared. Fanny stared right back. Her eyes stayed steadily on Danielle's own. She'd stopped grinning, and her lips were just slightly parted, lush, moist, and intensely beckoning. Her pretty little feet moved slightly apart, her thighs parting in a silent invitation. Her pussy glistened redly in the sultry light.

Danielle found herself taking a step back away from Fanny. She was still trying to sort out the implications of the young lady's willingness to be her toilet. Now she had to deal with a growing attraction on her part for the petite woman, an attraction that seemed to be mutual. It was quite different from the other times that she'd been turned on today. This lust seemed almost to be born of affection. She'd only just met the girl, but she found herself liking Fanny very much!

Fanny stepped towards her as she backed away. The shyly playful smile had returned to her lips. "You know, since you don't really have any standing yet," she purred, "that you're as much my slave as anyone else's don't you? You have to do what I say. And I say that I want to make love to you! In fact," she continued after a brief pause, "I think I'm not only going to make you let me love you, but I'm going to make you let me love you roughly!"

Danielle continued to back away until suddenly there was a cold wall at her back and there was nowhere left to retreat. Fanny continued to move right up to her until her perfect little body was just brushing Danielle's. She went to her toes, which brought her face just about even with Danielle's, and reached up with both hands to pull Danielle's head down to hers. Her tongue flickered out over Danielle's lips, and then her mouth pressed up into the other woman's and she was kissing her hungrily.

Danielle felt herself wanting to respond. She found this, in one way, to be even more upsetting than her reaction to Maria had been. This was beginning to feel less like pure lust, and more like the stirring of something deeper. But falling in love at first sight in this situation would be absolutely ridiculous!

Suddenly, Fanny was going to her knees. Her breasts rubbed against Danielle's belly, and one slid against her cunt so that a hard nipple flicked briefly against Danielle's clit, making her gasp. Fanny moved herself between Danielle's legs, forcing her to spread them. Her mouth found Danielle's pussy, and she kissed it passionately. Danielle found herself getting more and more into it, and her pussy was getting wetter and wetter.

Then Fanny drew her mouth away and panted, "Now I want to do you the way Maria did me!" She was short of breath from her excitement. She hurriedly brought her hand up to the pussy and began to force her fingers inside.

At first Danielle didn't realize exactly what was going on. By the time she figured out that Fanny was planning to fist-fuck her, the petite woman already had four fingers inside, and was working on squeezing in her thumb. Due to the good stretching that Gereti's dildo had given her earlier, she felt little pain. It was uncomfortable, but in a good way. It also didn't hurt that Fanny's pretty hand was as small as the rest of her.

What did draw her gasps was the girl's fingernails. Fanny had fairly long, pointy, well-kept nails. They were very attractive, but they cut at Danielle's insides as the fingers squirmed around trying to improve their position. The thumbnail caught on a pussy lip on the way in and made Danielle cry out sharply as it scraped her.

Then Fanny had all her fingers in to just past the knuckles. She kept pushing in slowly, making a fist as she went, and rotating it side to side to help get it in. Danielle felt the first real discomfort now. She was stretching even further than she had earlier. Fanny worked on her till she was buried in just past the wrist. Then she began a steadily increasing in and out motion. She pulled out just to the point where the fist was stretching the cunt entrance the furthest, and then she gently punched back in, going a little deeper each time.

As soon as she'd established her rhythm, she brought her face back in close to the distended pussy and put her lips around Danielle's clitoris. She began sucking and flicking her tongue over the pert little love button. Danielle began to pant in mounting ecstasy. Fanny's lips formed into a smile at this sound, and she increased the pumping speed of her hand. At the same time, she took Danielle's clit between her teeth, and gently started biting down on it. She slowly sawed her lower teeth back and forth against the tiny bundle of flesh, rolling it between her inscissors.

Danielle was close to seeing stars. Her pussy was hurting, but it was hurting so good! She had never before in her life been so turned on! She'd never felt an orgasm build the way this one was building. Part of it, she was sure, was because she'd never felt as good about anyone as she felt about the girl presently between her legs. Well, she'd felt an attraction to Adelle this morning. That had certainly been strong. But she had no time to wonder how making love to Mistress Adelle might compare to having Fanny screw her. She felt her orgasm coming, and her breathing became more frantic and uneven.

Sensing that her lover was near the edge, Fanny considered easing off and teasing her for just a brief moment. But then her own need to get Danielle off overrode that thought. She continued fisting and biting until she could sense that Danielle was on the crest of the orgasmic wave. Then she viciously thrust her fist from side to side, stretching the pussy membranes while at the same time giving a good hard bite on Danielle's clit.

Danielle screamed! But the agony was laced with an incredible release! She felt herself exploding in pleasure! Fanny continued to violently assault the vaginal opening with her fist, careful to limit the worst of it to the vaginal entrance itself. Her teeth remained closed down on the clitoris, and she sucked and sucked and sucked on it, greedily slurping up the juices dribbling from Danielle's lust swollen membranes.

As the crest of Danielle's cum passed, Fanny gradually eased the stimulation, first withdrawing her fist, wiping it dry on the inside of Danielle's left thigh. Then she released the clit. Her mouth dropped down again to the hole itself, and she kissed it as she had earlier, giving it plenty of tongue. She held this kiss a good half minute. Danielle shuddered from the pleasure, thrusting her hips forward now in encouragement to the talented mouth. But Fanny broke the kiss and pulled away.

She looked up at Danielle from where she knelt and licked her lips clean saying, "Hm! Oh, Danielle, that was heaven!" Then her eyes acquired a shy little puppy-dog look, and she smiled. "Are you sure you don't have to use the toilet?"

When Danielle didn't reply, Fanny turned around, still on her knees, and ducked her head under Danielle's rear. She reached up with her small fingers and spread Danielle's buttocks. Danielle heard her say, "I do assholes too!" and then the darling little tongue was assaulting her tight sphincter.

"Oh!" was all that Danielle could manage to say. Then Fanny's hands were on her pussy again. With one, Fanny took Danielle's clitoris between thumb and finger, kneading it, tugging on it, and squeezing it hard every so often. With the other hand, she once again inserted several fingers into Danielle's pussy. She kept it at three this time, and as she fingered the tight pussy before her, she made love to Danielle's asshole with her tongue.

Danielle felt her legs go weak. The only thing keeping her up was that she was quite literally sitting on Fanny's face! Again the pleasure built within her and this time, when she came, her knees buckled slightly, and she slid off of Fanny, the girl's fingers being pulled out of her pussy along the way. She let herself fall to her hands and knees, and then lay down on her belly and just rested her head on her folded arms.

Fanny smiled tenderly, and lay down beside her, nestling in close, her mouth pressing up against Danielle's ear. "It was good for me too, love. You're beautiful, Danielle! Now, what say I give you a bath, huh? We came in here to get you all cleaned up and patched. Let's do it!"

Danielle nodded and let her petite lover help her to stand and move over to the tub. "I think I might love you, Danielle," she heard the younger lady say.

Danielle smiled. "I think that maybe, just maybe, I just might love you too, Fanny." She sighed, wondering what she was getting herself into.

Karen

There was always something irresistibly kinky about holding briefing sessions in the nude, Karen thought. Staring at Jason's big hard penis certainly made it a challenge to concentrate on business. They were seated at the table in her main room. Several sketchy floor-plans were laid out before them, and a number of file folders were stacked to her left. Jason was going through the motions of leafing through one of them, but she could tell he wasn't really paying it any attention.

"I don't fuckin believe it," he was saying incredulously. "You mean to tell me this whole thing is about an out-of-control sibling rivalry?"

Karen giggled. "That's one way of looking at it. Just don't say that in front of either Stephen or Adelle or you're dead meat! Well, there are things I can't tell you about without permission from my sister. They would make the nature of the whole situation very clear. Unfortunately, you'll just have to trust me instead. Yes, Stephen is trying to wrestle control of A.S. Sunder Enterprises away from his sister. To do this, he has to meet a certain obligation placed upon him by our father. Adelle's control over the company is only temporary, although of indefinite duration. To guarantee she keeps it, she's got to beat Stephen to his goal."

"And you can't be more specific?"

Karen shook her head. "Nope. Sorry."

Jason tossed the file onto the table and sighed, then grinned. "Oh well. 'Mine is not to ask you why, mine is but make them die!' Do you know who your brother got to stage the raid?"

She nodded. "I think so. Stephen's part of the company is almost purely a scientific branch. He's gathered himself a few special operatives, but he doesn't have many. By cross checking the data with what I was able to determine from the video footage, I think I've got it pegged." She pulled out one of the files and handed it to him. "Their names are Richard Diggs, and Elaine Spicer."

Jason sat up quickly and snatched the file from her out- stretched hand. He opened it and gazed at the two photographs within. Karen watched him with interest. Finally, he looked up. "Shit!" he said quietly. "I know these two dick-heads!"

"Oh?" She was curious as to where from.

Jason nodded. "Mr. Diggs and I served in the Special Forces together before I was discharged and signed with the Chaos Company. He was a pretty good demolitions man, but had a hard time following orders, and lacked the tactical creativity to get away with doing his own thing. He just narrowly missed being court-martialled. Ms. Spicer was a Chaos grunt, a private in one of my own units, that I had a falling out with."

Karen slid her chair closer to his and looked at the picture of Elaine Spicer yet again. "She worked for me? Are you sure?"

Jason grinned and looked down at his groin, playfully moving his scrotum aside as if to examine underneath. "I think I still have the bruises here somewhere. Damn bitch tried to cut my balls off. I beat the shit out of her and left her tied up awaiting a field execution. Somehow she got free and disappeared. I filed a report with your office and forgot about her. This was about three months before you promoted me from the field."

Karen was pensive. "There was no such file on her on record. It might have been flushed out accidently, but I doubt it. Shit! I hope this doesn't mean that Stephen has found a way into some of our peripheral systems! I'll have to check on that!" Then she smiled. "Tried to cut your balls off, eh? What was that all about?"

He shrugged. "Commander's privilege. I called her into my tent, told her to pull down her pants and prepare to get it up the ass. She refused. I tried to force her, and she fought back. She kneed my groin, came damn close to dislocating my knee, and made a grab for a knife I had lying around. She made comments about relieving me of the source of my "hormonal poisoning" or something like that."

"Which, I'll bet, was a mistake!" Karen was laughing.

Jason looked hurt. "Damn straight it was! Woke me up in a real hurry. I faked her out, kicked the knife from her hands, and got it a really sweet snap kick to the solar plexus. The fight didn't last long after that. I cuffed her up and left to get cleaned up. I would have killed her right then and there, except that she was a real pretty woman, and I figured I owed it to the troops to make a show of it. I wanted to make it last. By the time I got back from making the arrangements, she was gone."

"Inside help?" she suggested.

He shook his head. "Well, in a matter of speaking, maybe. She had some sort of small tool kit hidden up her snatch, we think. Somehow she must have got it out without her hands, found a way to get out a lock pick and open her restraints. Shit! I would have payed to have seen that!"

"If she was that good, her being in Chaos was a mistake. She should have been made an assassin," she declared.

Jason chuckled. "Which is obviously the decision your not-so- dear half-brother reached as well."

She shrugged. "Regardless of anything either I or Adelle say, never make the mistake of thinking that Stephen is stupid. Stephen is insane. He is not stupid."

He shrugged. "Anyway, there was a reason Elaine joined my mercenaries. She loved to fight. She loved the brutality of it, and most of all, she loved the after-battle rape and pillage parties. She finished off her fair share of women and children, believe me."

Karen licked her lips. "Anyway, this operation should go more smoothly now since one of the planners has personal knowledge of the targets."

He shook his head. "Richard was a long time ago. People change. And I never really got to know Elaine. Besides, you and Adelle know Stephen, and that hasn't helped you much, has it? Which leads me to say that I still don't understand why you two just don't off him and have done with it!"

"I told you. That's confidential until Adelle says otherwise. Now, you have a target. How do we go about getting our hands on them? Suggestions? It'll be your teams after all."

He looked up at her. "Any idea where they have their personal spaces? Are they staying wherever your brother's holed up, or do they have private rooms?"  

"Our intelligence on them is not in-depth. We only ever checked them out as part of keeping tabs on Stephen. I think that they both have rooms in the central bio-complex. We do know though that Richard can't stay away from the strip bars. We've a list of four or five that he seems to visit on a regular basis."

Jason nodded. "That sounds like him. He probably spends all his time and money trying to get the dancers to take him home." He paused. "You know, that might be just the way to get him! We plant someone in one of the clubs and let him pick them up. When they get him alone, they finish him."

"Okay. That sounds like a promising start. Don't forget though, it's possible that they have information on some of our operatives. How could we tell that one of the girls might not be compromising her safety and the success of the mission because she's known?"

Jason smiled. "Simple. You hire freelancers. You have a list of several who've worked for you before, don't you? Killers that you know you can trust to get the job done?"

Karen smiled. "Killers you can trust. I like that. As a matter of fact, I think I have the perfect girls in mind. Do you remember those two that helped you take out that corporate president a few weeks ago? The ones that posed as escorts?"

"Karsti and Shelley, right?" He shuddered. "Vicious bitches both!"

Karen nodded. "They hate men with a passion. They ought to be just perfect for your buddy Richard."

Jason's knees reflexively pressed tighter together. "Fuck! I'd hate to be in his jock-strap!"

"Considering their rep," Karen continued, "perhaps I should make sure that someone's there with a video camera. Adelle wouldn't want to miss them at work. They'll do it too. They called in a few days ago asking for some special favours. I can arrange a trade easily -- their services for our labs."

Jason frowned, then shrugged. "Never mind. I won't ask. Well, that takes care of Mr. Diggs. What about Elaine? Much as I hate her guts, she's a cunning bitch! She'll be tough."

"Especially if we have to grab her out from right under Stephen's nose." She pointed to the blue-prints. "Those show the bio-complex lay out from back just before Stephen became the head. Who knows how much of it he's changed. He has a very warped mind. You could find anything in there!"

Jason looked down at them. "How much was working space and how much might be given over to personal uses?"

She shrugged. "I might just be able to find out. I have a plant in his service. He's very low-level and doesn't work for us directly, but he is deeply in love with one of Adelle's agents and might tell her what we need to know. I was hoping to save him until he got promoted high enough to be of use. But he's been there four years and that hasn't happened."

Jason raised an eyebrow. "Is he that bad, or do you think your half-brother suspects something?"

"He might have an idea of what's going on. Stephen might just be keeping him around so that I don't try to plant someone else. I can't figure out the way he thinks. But even as lowly as he is, he should be able to find where Elaine's rooms are."

"Then it'll be a raid," Jason stated flatly.

Karen found herself getting horny again. She had been unable to keep from glancing at Jason's crotch every few minutes and imagining what Elaine might have done to it had Jason not defeated her. She found herself fantasizing about hurting that beautiful cock, and torturing those heavy balls. She imagined what Jason would look like screaming in agony.

Unfortunately, he was too valuable to her both as an employee and as a lover for her to be able to indulge herself in such activities. She thought about Princess in the other room, and suddenly she was in a hurry to get back to her pretty little victim and make her suffer. She was also in the mood for a male slave. But that could wait until after Jason left. She didn't want him seeing what she might feel tempted to do.

"How many agents are you going to take in?" Karen asked, swinging her feet over into his lap. He spread his legs for her, allowing her to do whatever she wanted.

"It might have to be a two-part operation. One unit will be for diversionary purposes while I lead a second smaller group in to capture Elaine. Say maybe ten people in all, myself included."

Karen was running her toes under his heavy balls. He was growing hard again. With her other foot, she used her toes to tease his cock head, rubbing and pinching it. A picture came into her head of Jason tied up so that his scrotum rested against a solid surface, and her stepping down on it, grounding his balls beneath her heel. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

Jason was enjoying her attention. But he was growing restless as well. "Karen, do you think we could get back to Princess now? We really can't lay any further plans until you have better intelligence on the bio-complex lay-out. And you are making me extremely horny!"

She used the ball of her foot to press his balls upwards into his belly, and applied just enough pressure to make it enticingly uncomfortable. "Believe it or not, I was thinking exactly the same thing. Let's go!"

They rose from their seats so hastily, they almost tripped over each other. This made both of them laugh at their sadistic arousal. Karen took the lead and let them back into the mini dungeon. Princess was just where they had left her. A little more than an hour had passed, and she seemed to be a bit more alert, her eyes turning to them the minute they entered the room. She made little moaning sounds of terror. Her antics made Karen grin. "Well, the little bitch is awake again. Good. Time to party, dear!" But she went over to one of the supply drawers first.

Jason went directly over to the girl and began fingering her still tight pussy. He did it roughly, probing from side to side with two fingers. He snickered. "Whatever you've given her, its definitely making her more cooperative. She's actually getting a little wet!"

Karen came over to him. "It's a side effect of the pick-me-up I gave her. It makes one so horny, even extreme pain is welcomed. She still feels it as pain, but it can make her cum. Her pain and pleasure centres trigger together. It's wild stuff."

Jason withdrew his fingers and slapped the captive pussy as hard as he could. Princess shuddered and whimpered, but her hips quivered enticingly. "Shit, you aren't kidding are you. It's almost like there's two of her, one in agony, and the other really turned on."

"Of course I wasn't kidding. I've experienced it first hand. I let Adelle use it on me shortly after it was first developed. She fucked me up the ass with a huge spiked dildo, and as much as it hurt, I never came so many times in my life!" As Jason stared at her surprised, she showed him what she'd gone to get. It was a pair of delicate pliers. The jaws were lightly serrated, but very small, perhaps a quarter inch squared.

"What are you going to use that on?" Jason asked her.

"Well, when we left, I had told you her pretty little cunt would be next. Maybe you weren't paying attention?" She said this last with a nasty look, and gestured playfully towards his balls with the pliers. Jason decided it was best to say nothing.

Karen knelt between Princess's spread legs and brought the pliers to the base of the girl's right pussy lip. She took just the smallest bit of flesh in the mouth of her stainless-steel tool. She slowly began to squeeze the handle.

Princess screamed, and tried to buck her hips away from the kiss of the cruel metal mouth. But she was too well restrained for that. Karen squeezed harder and harder, using all of her considerable strength. Blood began to seep through the metal jaws. She was crushing the delicate tissue to a pulp. Jason watched, fascinated. Princess's pussy was juicing heavily.

When Karen finally released the bit of membrane, it was tattered and flattened, enlarged in area the way a piece of chewing gum would be if one were to squeeze it flat. Karen took the next little piece of flesh over and repeated the procedure.

"You know, this is all very nice, but I'm getting bored. Do you mind if I do something to her?" Jason inquired.

"Get another pair of these pliers," Karen ordered him. "You can do one of her nipples. I want you to reduce the entire thing the way I'm doing with this pussy lip."

Jason did as she suggested. He found the appropriate drawer, grabbed himself a pair of the pliers and returned to the girl's side. He went to work on the girl's left nipple. He started where the aureole met the white skin of the breast, and worked his way upwards in a line to the tip of the nipple. The metal plier handles felt good in his hand. He squeezed slowly, keeping his eyes on Princess's face, enjoying her expressions of torment. Meanwhile, Karen did the outside edge of the pussy lip a bit at the time, stopping about a half inch away from the girl's clit.

"Enough," Karen said suddenly. "I'm just introducing her to pain today. I don't want to do too much damage to her yet." She was looking at the nipple that Jason had attacked. He hadn't crushed it's tissues as completely as she had the membranes she'd worked on. "It's time to feed her dinner."

She moved to Princess's head, and took the tip of the tongue between the jaws of her pliers. Then she began pulling out the needles, doing it slowly, and pressing them against the sides of the wounds to aggravate her victim's pain. She pulled out the one that went from side to side first, and then the two that went from top to bottom.

Princess, withdrew her tongue into her mouth. She looked so arousing with her face bruised, welted and bleeding from its previous whipping, and tears streaming from her reddened eyes. Karen took the pliers from Jason, and put away both pairs. She returned with a paper plate and a plastic spoon.

"You're actually going to do this, aren't you?" Jason grinned. "I haven't seen anything this wild since my days in the field!"

Answering him with only a smile, Karen squatted over the paper plate and began to strain. She had her feet well apart and was leaning forwards, her weight mostly on the balls of her feet. A thick putrid brown turd appeared from between her perfect buttocks and dropped down onto the plate. It was followed by a second almost as large as the first. Jason stared at them, aroused by the revolting sight. "You've been eating corn again, I notice," he quipped at last. "You can see the little bits of it where it's not completely digested." He'd seen enough shit in the jungle under all sorts of circumstances. He wasn't easily grossed out.

Finished with her toilet, Karen stood and went over to the wall across from the entrance. There was a hose with a spray attachment there. There was a small basin set into the floor along with a drain. She used the hose to rinse off her ass, not bothering to wipe herself dry. Then she returned to where she'd left the plate and picked it up.

Princess had watched Karen shit with an unattached air, as if she couldn't really figure out what was going to happen next. But when Karen sat on the edge of the altar next to her head, plate in hand, she began whimpering anew. "No, please, not that!" she croaked weakly, her words slurred because of the pain she still felt in her tongue.

Karen set the plate down on the young girl's belly. She grabbed the girl's jaw with one hand, and shook the head from side to side. "You're going to eat that, got it? You're going to eat every little bit of that shit! If you don't, I'm going to pluck out your eyeballs one at the time and make you eat those! Do you understand me?"

Princess broke out in fresh sobs. Karen picked up the plate and, holding it a moderate distance away from herself, used the spoon to break off and pick up a piece of one of the turds. The shit was soft, and sliced easily. Karen brought the moderately sized chunk to her captive's mouth, holding it before the pursed lips.

"Now open wide and eat the nice shit," Karen cooed. Princess just stared at her, paralysed with fright and disgust. Karen sighed. "Jason, be a dear and fetch that blowtorch over in the third cupboard." She looked Princess in the eyes. "Jason is going to light that blow torch, and if you don't eat your dinner, I'm going to have him burn your calves and thighs. If you still don't eat, then I will indeed poke out your eyes and stuff them down your throat."

Jason returned with the torch. He'd lit it already, and had focused the flame into a narrow blue stream. He regarded Princess cooly, wishing he could really burn her with this to his heart's content. He longed to take a harsher approach as well as a more direct role in this beauty's torment. Slowly he brought the flame closer and closer to the sole of Princess's right foot till she could feel it's heat. He held it in place until she started to squirm, then drew it away.

"Now open wide, or the next time you get burned!" Karen ordered.

Princess stared at the spoonful of shit, and slowly parted her lips. "That's a good girl," Karen purred. "I'll bet you're starved! Your belly is completely empty, after all. Here. Have some of this succulent manure."

Karen spooned the putrid stuff into the girl's mouth. Then she pressed the jaw shut. Princess made a ghastly face. Her eyes pleaded with Karen's for mercy. But she would have none. "Now chew and swallow it!" Karen ordered. She grabbed the girl's lips, holding them tightly together. She put the spoon down on the plate, and slapped the girl's face. "Chew it, bitch!"

Princess moved her jaw gingerly, limited in how much she could open it by the fingers holding her lips. She chewed and then forced herself to swallow. "See? Was it so bad?" Karen sounded like a nanny talking to a little child. "Now for the next bite!"

A bit at the time, she spooned the shit into her slave's mouth, and made the girl eat it. Several times the girl almost retched up the gruesome contents of her stomach. But the drugs in her system acted to deaden that reflex. Whenever she balked, Jason gave her just the barest taste of the flame. He didn't burn her, but reminded her how easy it would be for him to do so. Princess found herself having to eat all of the two thick pieces of shit.

When he wasn't keeping her in line, Jason amused himself by pinching the girl's clit hard, and slapping her exquisitely lovely legs, bruising them heavily. Her pale flesh made the purple of bruise marks stand out deliciously. But he found that as much as he was enjoying the girl's abuse, he didn't like the secondary role he was being forced to take. Karen too seemed a bit subdued, as if she was beginning to resent having to share her toy with him. He decided that he wouldn't regret having to leave the dungeon as much as he'd thought he would earlier.

Once again, it seemed that Karen was thinking the same thing. When Princess had cleaned off her plate, she taped the girl's mouth shut and went to throw out the plate and spoon. When she was done, she came up to him and looked into his eyes. "I think it's best if you leave now, Jason. I have a lot of work to catch up on. You've watched Princess eat her shit, and you've had a half dozen or so cums, so you can't complain."

He sighed, shutting off the blow torch and putting it down. "You're right. There are things to do. I'm going to go over who I want on my strike force."

She opened the door to the outer office, and he preceded her out. He walked over to where his cloths were piled, and started to dress. "You'll let me know as soon as you've got Elaine's location figured out?" he reminded her.

She nodded. "It shouldn't take more than a day or two. I'll notify Karsti and Shelley about their assignment too. We are best off if we time the raid with their move on Diggs." She walked up to him and kissed him on the lips. "Thanks for a wonderful afternoon, lover."

Jason smiled and nodded. "I had a great time too. I still want you to get me onto Adelle's mailing list. My birthday's coming up too, and I could really use a present like Princess!"

Karen giggled. She gave him one last kiss, cupping his crotch and squeezing his genitals almost painfully. He grunted his discomfort, and she reluctantly let it go. "Come on! Get out of here!" She keyed her door open, and shooed him out, slapping his behind playfully. He turned and mimed a bite as the door slid shut on him.

Karen sighed. She was truly relieved that he was gone. She really lusted for that man, but right at this moment she had other needs, and a male lover would only get in the way. No, at this moment the only type of male she wanted in her presence was a submissive masochist slave. She wanted a cock to abuse. She wanted balls to break.

That reminded her of a thought she'd originally had back when Princess had first been delivered. She smiled and returned to her dungeon. Princess was looking very sick to the stomach. Karen found a paper cup, filled it with warm water, and walked over to her slave. She peeled the tape off her mouth with a hard jerk, enjoying the girl's wince of pain. "Here. This will wash some of the taste from your mouth."

She poured the water slowly between the girl's parted lips, and Princess drank it down gratefully. Karen poured a little faster and jerked her wrist so that some splashed up the girl's nose, making her cough. "I want you to tell me something now, girl," Karen spoke with a mistress's firmness. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Princess looked at her, then nodded slowly. Karen smiled. "How old is he?"

"N-nine-t-t-een," the poor girl stuttered.

Karen sat on the edge of the altar. She put down the cup and reached out with a hand to gently stroke the girl's cheek. She had to admire her victim's beauty now because before long it would be gone. "You're going to tell me his name, and you're going to tell me where he lives." She ran a finger over the bruised lips as she said that. "Do you understand that?"

To that, there was no response. "Go on! Tell me!" Karen insisted. At the girl's continued resistance, Karen went to the tool drawers and returned with what looked almost like a long metal dildo with a forked prong at the end. A long wire extended from the base of it ending in a plug. Karen untangled the wire and plugged it into a socket not far from the altar slab. She moved between her slave's legs.

"Do you know what this is? It's an electric prod. I'm going to use it on your pussy unless you cooperate. This is the low setting," she said adjusting a small knob on the instrument's handle. She held the prongs just an inch away from their target, letting the anticipation build, then pushed them into the pussy on either side of the girl's clit. There was a crackle as the current flowed, and Princess screamed and convulsed in her bondage.

"Now I'm going to make this interesting. I'm going to tell you exactly why I want to know, and what I'm planning to do. When you tell me where your boyfriend lives, I'm going to have him picked up and brought here. A couple of my girls will either seduce him into a car, or take him by force -- whichever works best. They'll deliver him here, to me. I'm going to put him in here with you, and I'm going to torture him exactly like I'm torturing you now."

She paused to see what effect her narration was having. There was a look of despair on the girl's face. "I might even let one of you help me hurt the other. In fact, I might insist on it. Tell me, do you think he would enjoy hurting you? Would you enjoy hurting him? Will you get a kick out of watching me cut off his balls, or would you prefer to do it yourself? I might let you if you asked to nicely. Or maybe he might enjoy carving off your big, lovely breasts?" She smiled. Princess's breathing had become faster. She was definitely reacting.

"In the end, I'm going to kill him before I kill you. You are going to watch. And you're still going to tell me what I want to know. You can tell me now," she paused dramatically, "or after I torture you with this," she waved the prod around, " or I can drug you to make you more cooperative. But you will tell me."

She adjusted the control knob on the prod yet again. "It's on full strength now. At this setting, it packs about ten times the kick you first felt." She slowly brought it towards the girl's clitoris, her eyes locked on her victim's the whole time.

"Noel! His name is Noel," Princess gasped, fear overpowering loyalty.

"His full name, bitch," Karen insisted, smiling wickedly. "And his address."

"Noel Severin," the girl sobbed, and she proceeded to give Karen all the details.

Karen smiled. "Thank you. But you shouldn't have given in so fast. This is for spoiling my fun!" The prod drove into her clit.

======== Subject: XTREME SM--Sunder 5, the missing chapter--part 2 of 2

Adelle

Sharon had been laid down along one of the benches and forgotten. For what Adelle really had in mind to do, she would only have been in the way. Adelle wanted a sparring session, and of the two women, Caroline was the only one qualified to fight her.  

She began leading Caroline through a series of warm-up exercises. The stretches came first. Adelle kept her attention on Caroline as they worked. She really admired the petite woman's body. Under the right circumstances, Caroline could pass for a little girl. As they went from deep bends into the splits, she found she also enjoyed the way the shaved twat looked in that position, hovering less than an inch above the floor. She resolved to create a torture around that position. Caroline also had adorable little feet. They were tiny and perfect, but were deadly weapons. Caroline could break through a stack of five, inch-thick wooden boards with a kick.

Done with the stretching, she commenced a vigourous series of aerobic exercises with sets of push-ups and sit-ups mixed in for good measure. Caroline strained to keep up with her. The little woman was in excellent shape, but she was sweating buckets. Adelle, on the other hand, found it easy to maintain the pace.

Finally, Adelle snapped, "Enough! At attention!" She stood straight, feet set slightly apart, arms at her side. Caroline did the same. "We'll do katas nine through twelve. Begin!"

She began leading Caroline through the series of martial arts patterns and techniques. These served not only as exercise, but as a meditative focus as well. Caroline would need to be fully concentrated on combat in order to spar with Adelle and expect to come out uninjured. The precise series of movements would help get her in the proper frame of mind. They punched, spun, blocked, and kicked out in unison, as if dancing a deadly dance.

Adelle had mastered three different martial arts to a high degree, and was familiar with six others. Her favourite was Taekwon-do because she loved using her legs, and the fluid but powerful kicking techniques suited her perfectly. She had, however, combined the things she liked about Karate and Kung-fu with her Taekwon-do to create a hybrid style all her own. It was this style that she personally taught to the very best of her people. Caroline was one of her top three students. She was fast, with quick reflexes, stronger than she looked, very disciplined, and had a no- nonsense approach to fighting.

They ran through the four different katas quickly. Had this been a tournament, they would both have received near perfect scores. Caroline, Adelle knew, had worked very hard to get that good. She on the other hand, had mastered all the elements of every style she'd learned extremely quickly. She always marvelled at how quickly she could train her reflexes. Whenever she stopped to think about the extent of her physical and mental abilities, she was reminded how far above the human norm she was. Above normal physical abilities had apparently run in her family for generations. But she was something more, due to the efforts of her father.

When Anthony Sylvian Sunder had, many many years ago, discovered just how unique he was, he had decided, for his own reasons, to see just what would happen if he could pure-breed for the peculiar traits he exhibited. Those traits included, among others, high intelligence, above normal physical strength and toughness, high resistance to disease, and a very slow aging process. Being as to how he aged so very slowly, he had devised a simple plan of inbreeding.

He abducted a number of his female cousins who exhibited the traits he wanted, and had children by them. The males he sold into slavery. The females he raised and tested. Those that showed no signs of negative recessives he had fucked, creating the next generation of breeder. By breeding them young, he had managed to concentrate the traits he wanted over three generations until he arrived at two near perfect breeders. One had been Karen's mother. The other had been hers, and Stephen's. Unfortunately, for her father anyway, Karen's mother had turned out to be a dead end. Karen did not inherit the prolonged life-span. Adelle's own mother had an accident while carrying Stephen to term. Stephen had been born malformed, and she had died during the birth.

Adelle snapped herself out of her reverie. Thinking of the past always made her morbid. She had come down here expressly to make herself feel better, and thinking about her family background was not the way to do that. Having finished warming up, it was time for her to begin her sparring session with Caroline.

"Are you ready to fight, Caroline?" Adelle asked her underling.

Caroline stood herself at attention and bowed. "Yes, Mistress. Are we going to do hand-to-hand, or weapon sparring?"

"I'm in the mood for hand to hand. But I want to make it interesting. There'll be no off-limit targets, and double points scored for blows landed to the face and crotch. It'll be standard victory conditions."

Caroline shook her head and grinned. "I don't think anyone's ever been able to beat you anyway, so I don't even worry about the possibility of being able to use you!"

Adelle laughed. "I am human, regardless of what it looks like at times. You never know when I'll have an off day. And for your information, my sister has beaten me twice. I paid the price both times! Anyway, we'll also be using the sponge-backed gloves. They'll minimize bruising. But we'll soak them in the heavy irritant solution first. Come!"

Just outside the sparring area ran a long wooden table on which were laid out several different practise weapons, and other equipment. From this, each woman took a pair of special gloves. They were fingerless and made of leather. The backs of them were padded with sponge which was covered by a porous fabric. They pulled these on, and laced them tightly. Then Adelle picked up a small glass bottle and unstoppered it. Caroline held out her fists before her, knuckles up. Adelle carefully poured the solution onto the back of each glove, letting the liquid be soaked up by the sponge. Then she handed the bottle to Caroline and held out her gloves in turn. Caroline returned the favour, soaking the back of Adelle's gloves.

Since the gloves were water-tight except for the porous cloth covering the sponge, the liquid couldn't get onto their hands, but every time a back-hand blow would be landed, it would be squeezed out from the sponge and onto wherever the blow landed. The liquid was not harmful, but was an extremely nasty skin irritant. It was like being exposed to poison ivy, except it worked much faster, and mercifully, it would wear off more quickly. But it was murder on the erectile membranes, like the nipples, and both upper and lower lips!

Caroline sealed the bottle once again, put it down, and followed Adelle to the sparring area. It consisted of a circle drawn in white on a thin blue mat. The circle was about ten feet in diameter. To discourage a participant from willingly leaving the circle during combat, the area outside the circle was strewn with ground glass that had been glued to the floor. This extended for about six feet around the circle. Both women slipped on a pair of wooden sandals in order to cross this space. They removed these again when they reached the centre, putting them aside.

They walked to the middle of the mat, and stood a few feet apart, facing each other. Adelle gave a small nod, and they bowed to each other, then each immediately went into her particular fighting stance.

Their stances were actually quite similar, which was understandable considering Adelle had trained Caroline. Each stood with her with left foot forward and the right foot back and to the side, so that front and back foot were also about a shoulder-width apart. The right fist was up to block high and left set to block low. They balanced on the balls of their feet, most of their weight to the rear, and they bounced slightly, beginning to shuffle around the circle each looking for an opening in the other's defences.

They attacked each other almost simultaneously, looking like a small cyclone of spinning arms and legs. Both women had shuffled ahead. Adelle had launched a quick round-kick to her opponent's head. But Caroline had ducked while delivering a side-kick of her own which Adelle just barely managed to block with a slapping action of her hand. Adelle followed through on that by snapping the same hand forward in a punch aimed at Caroline's chest, but the petite woman shuffled back and to the side, avoiding the blow.

It was a strange match. Adelle was larger and had a greater reach. Caroline would have difficulty landing any kicks to the head. But it balanced out because she was also so compact a target that Adelle had a lesser area to aim for. Caroline was also one of the few agents whose natural quickness was almost comparable to Adelle's.

The petite agent shuffled away from Adelle, going in circles just inside the perimeter of the combat area. Suddenly, she stepped towards the centre, went down low, and attempted to kick Adelle's lead foot out from under her. Adelle was almost caught by surprise, but managed to jump over Caroline's outstretched leg. Even as she landed, her own foot snapped out to catch Caroline in the head. Caroline managed to avoid the brunt of the blow, but points had been scored.

Adelle backed away, and Caroline stood and bowed to her. "Two points for me already!" Adelle said grinning. "Nice try, but a bit of a suicide move, don't you think?"

"I was hoping this might be one of those off days you mentioned," Caroline admitted ruefully, her head ringing just a little. "On the other hand, not too many people would have recovered as quickly as you did, Mistress!"

They began again. The standard game in a match against Adelle was that the first to reach twenty-five points won the match. The winner would get to abuse the loser. The difference in points defined the amount of abuse the winner was entitled to dish out. Caroline usually could manage to stay within ten points of her Mistress. Even losing by that much was painful! Losing by more than fifteen points was hell. Once, Caroline had watched one agent fail to score a single point. The poor girl had almost died during her punishment!

The two women circled each other again. This time, Caroline took the initiative, moving in, faking a quick jab to the head, and snapping her foot up towards Adelle's cunt. Adelle blocked the kick with her arm and knee, jabbed at Caroline in return, missing, and followed quickly with a kick of her own. Caroline blocked it with the back of her hand, rubbing the irritant solution onto the front and toes of Adelle's foot. Before she could gloat at that bit of luck however, another quick punch caught her in the mid-section, and Adelle scored another point.

Adelle stopped, and looked down at her foot. The skin was already turning an angry shade of red, and it itched and burned ferociously! "Nice block, bitch!"

Caroline stood and bowed. "But you got the point. I figure you got the best of the deal."

"I'll rub this on your tootsies, sweet-heart and we'll see if you still think so. Come on, let's go again."

On this exchange, Caroline finally managed to land a kick, catching Adelle in the side just above the hip. Since anything counted in this match, she scored a point. However, on the next exchange, she took a back-fist across the face. The blow made her head spin. And while the padded glove kept her from losing any teeth, the solution was rubbed across her right cheek and over her lips. Her face and mouth began to burn. Her lips began to swell painfully.

The fight continued. Caroline did a double fake, and took advantage of Adelle's quick reaction time to duck in under a punch, and land a side kick into her Mistress's crotch, scoring two points. Adelle acknowledged the well-placed blow, and retaliated by landing the next two points, both to the tits, one with a kick, and the other with a back-hand that set Caroline's left nipple to burning.

The scoring continued at similar ratio. Caroline scored three points for every five or so that Adelle managed against her. By the time the score was twenty one to twelve in favour of Adelle, Caroline was just about beat. She'd taken another back-hand in side, and had had a spinning kick blocked when Adelle moved had moved in with a punch so that she'd had more of the stinging solution rubbed against her right inner thigh. She was really sore. That stuff burned! Adelle had also had been rubbed with the solution, but mostly her marks were the result of Caroline's blocks, and were limited to her calves, shins and feet.

Adelle knew Caroline was calculating the amount of punishment she'd be made to absorb depending on how the match finished. Adelle had known all along that she would win the fight. She used these sessions to let off steam and to practise various combinations. But now she wanted to see if she could finish Caroline off before the petite agent could score another point. A thirteen point win for her would mean she could have a lot of fun at Caroline's expense!

She launched a furious attack, aiming for a two-point shot. She sent a rapid series of punches and snap-kicks Caroline's way. She mixed in a lot of fakes, trying to tire the girl's defences. Caroline was placed purely on the defensive, struggling just to block everything, and having no opening for a counter-assault. The petite woman had to retreat, and retreat.

Adelle manoeuvred her against the outer edge of the circle. Caroline had no place to go from there. Not only would Adelle score a point if she left the circle, but she had no wish to step on the ground glass. She tried to spin away and break through to the circle's centre, miscalculated, and left herself open. Adelle snapped up a powerful kick to her groin that lifted her off her feet and sent her sprawling back onto the ground glass.

Caroline somehow managed to land so that only her hands, feet, and one knee made contact with the glass. Still she screamed as she was cut. A tear ran down her pretty face, as she collected herself, carefully got to her feet, and jumped back onto the mat. The gloves had protected her hands, but her knee and the soles of her feet were bleeding.

"That's three points for me. Two for the cunt shot, and one for you leaving the mat. I'll let you quit now if you want. I only have to score one more point!" Adelle was grinning wickedly. To give up meant Caroline would have no chance to narrow the score. In terms of the game, it would be best to go on. But she knew Adelle would make her suffer if she refused the offer to quit.

She went to her knees. "I resign, Mistress. You win."

Adelle smiled. "By thirteen points. Ooh, this will be sweet! Very sweet! It was a good fight, Caroline. I feel much better. I think I'm going to keep your abuse nice and simple. Let's get out of the circle."

Caroline stood, and both women slipped the sandals back on to navigate safely through the glass. They were removed on the other side. Caroline also pulled off her gloves, placing them on the table. But she noticed that Adelle only removed her left glove. Adelle noticed her staring and smirked. "This will be part of your punishment." She took the bottle and poured a fresh bit of the solution into the sponge on the back of her glove. "Follow me!" she commanded.

Caroline was led to one of the weight machines, of the sort that used the pulley system. Adelle moved the bench beneath it so that it lay at an angle, then fetched another bench, and placed it at an equal and opposite angle from the first. Caroline was made to stand with one leg on either side of each. Adelle had her grab hold of the pulley-cords' handles, and told her to squat. This left her ass suspended in mid-air, her privates splayed open.

"You are not to move from that position, dear," Adelle warned her sternly. "If you do, I'll make you very sorry for the rest of a very short life. I'm going to fist-fuck you with this glove on!"

Caroline's eyes went wide with fear, but there was little she could do. To disobey Adelle was to court death, usually of a very slow and painful variety! She swallowed, gritted her teeth, and prepared to suffer her violation.

Adelle wasn't kind. Smiling savagely, she began by rubbing the back of her fist firmly against Caroline's delicate, pink, inner cunt-folds, making sure to get the clitoris good and wet with the burning solution. Caroline held back a scream as her privates began to burn and swell painfully. Her knuckles went white as she gripped the handles with all her strength.

Then Adelle began inserting her four fingers all at once. With the labia already swelling shut, and Caroline's cunt being tiny and tight to begin with, the little lady's pain was unbelievable. Adelle drove her fingers in, careless about the scratches her long nails inflicted on the tender inner walls.

Caroline had to fight a sudden weakness in her legs. She didn't dare fall out of position. But she was sweating from the pain, and her feet felt like they were slipping. As Adelle worked her way in to the knuckles, Caroline realized that the worst was just beginning. Now would come the glove!

Adelle worked her thumb in as well, and began using it to force the cunt-walls apart so that she could wriggle in the rest of her hand. The liquid in the sponge padding began to be squeezed out, and it ran down Caroline's pussy to her ass crack, causing her anus to begin hurting like mad. It felt like a hot poker had been shoved against her sphincter.

Adelle shoved her hand all the way into the tight twat. She made a fist, and began pulling it slowly out. When the widest part of her hand was just inside the mouth of Caroline's vagina, she began rotating her fist, rubbing the painful liquid seeping from the glove into her slave-agent's inner membranes.

Finally, she pulled her fist out. "Okay, you can let go now," she said, a look of intense satisfaction on her face.

Caroline let go the handles and the sobbing lady crumpled slowly to the floor, her legs being pulled up over the two benches so that her feet were still draped over them when her ass hit the floor. She clasped her burning pussy, but there was no way for her to reduce the pain. She would have to wait for the chemical to wear off, and that would take well over an hour!

Adelle sighed her pleasure, and walked over to the table, taking off the other glove. A bit of the chemical had dripped onto her own hand, but she was able to ignore the pain. It wasn't bad enough to be more than a distraction. In a way, she enjoyed it. It was a reminder of how much more Caroline had to be suffering.

She wondered for a moment is she should go back to Sharon and get the lovely lady to suck her cunt. She looked over at the lovely blond, licked her lips sensuously, but decided against it. The day was winding to a close, and she had a lovely young lady back at the mansion begging to be broken in. She suddenly knew that she wanted to go home and play with Danielle.

"The two of you can let yourselves out, dears," she said. "Thank you for a lovely afternoon. Sharon, I'll let you know what I decide about training you for field work. If I were you, I'd start training a little harder, just in case. You never know when you'll need to prove your conditioning again. Caroline, you were delightful. We'll have to do this again sometime soon! Good day, ladies!"

She left the way she came in. Once in the access corridor, she first went to her bathroom. She climbed into her whirlpool, and set it for a relaxing bath. She would unwind here, she decided, then get dressed in her small bedroom, make one last check on the business of the day, and head out the mansion.

As the hot, swirling waters loosened her muscles, her thoughts turned to Stephen and the raid. However, now she was able to think about it level-headedly. She had complete faith in her sister's ability to plan and execute a counter-strike. Getting into Stephen's offices would be difficult but no less so than his agent's getting into hers. What complicated things was that neither one of them could afford to just kill the other. Each needed to capture the other alive.

She smiled. There was no way Stephen would ever take her alive. She had as little chance of capturing him alive, but she would easily outlive him. She had her father's longevity. In fact, because of her pure-breeding, it had been estimated that she would be even longer-lived than her father. One trusted company physician estimated that she could expect to live to be nearly two hundred years old. Her cells could continue to properly replicate a lot longer than those of the average human, that seemed to lose the ability to reproduce themselves after a given period of time.

No, she had the advantage. Stephen had a quantity of his semen deposited in a company sperm-bank. If he died before producing a viable off-spring, his holdings reverted to her, and she would have his genetic material to work with. Combined with her faultless genome, she could produce the super-child her father had wanted. Time was on her side.  

Lisa

Lisa looked Monica over and licked her lips. Stephen had definitely not been fair when he'd commented on the slender brunette's figure. It was true that the young lady was bony and willowy, but there was a sexiness to her gauntness. Lisa was reminded of the graphic pictures of nude female holocaust victims that she'd stared at in fascination while growing up. She had German blood in her background, and had always fantasized about what it might have been like to be in charge of a concentration camp. Even as a young teenager, even knowing her desires were sick by the definitions of normal society, it was the one fantasy she'd never been able to abandon. Now, staring at the terrified woman, she felt those images stir anew in her head.

Lisa savoured Monica with her eyes. The brunette's face was elfin and narrow. She had thin, bruised lips. There were shadows under her liquid, brown eyes that turned Lisa on with the tale of suffering they told. Monica had a slender neck, and delicate shoulders. Her breasts were small, almost girlish. Her nipples were small pink buttons amidst tiny aureoles. All her ribs showed clearly, and her navel was very shallow. Her hips were bony, slender, and made to look even more so because of all the weight she'd lost. She still had a tight girlish behind. Her thighs and calves were long and somehow managed to retain most of their muscle tone. Her hands and feet were as elfin as her face, long, slender and delicate. She was not a typical beauty by any means.

However, Lisa could have her fill of typical beauties at any time. Monica's very imperfections were what made Lisa want to fuck and abuse her. Lisa would have loved to have had this woman in the privacy of her own rooms, where she could take her time and indulge all her whims. But even with Stephen watching her, she was determined to have her fun.

Monica was restrained to her wheelchair by means of two leather straps and four metal cuffs. The first of the straps passed across her chest just below her breasts, while the second went across her waist like a seat-belt. The cuffs clasped each of her arms just above the elbow, and each of her legs just below her knees. She had little leeway to struggle, but all her resistance had long since been beaten and conditioned out of her. She'd been a captive for too long a time.

With a playfully coquettish look, Lisa sat on her captive's lap and put her arms around the young woman's shoulders. She had to turn her upper body to do so, and her breasts brushed against Monica's. Lisa's nipples stiffened at the contact. She looked into the sad brown eyes, and purred, "Oh, you are such a dear. You look so sweet and lost! I just have to taste you, love." Slowly, she brought her mouth to Monica's, closed it over the bruised lips, and forced her tongue in between them.

She kissed Monica lingeringly, the kiss deepening as it progressed. Monica had a sweet mouth, and Lisa found she liked the way it felt. She also liked the way Monica felt in her arms. The thought of sacrificing this lady to Stephen's snake had her all horny, and that came through in her kiss.

She felt Stephen's eyes on her and did her best to ignore his attention, taking her time. One of her arms slid out from behind Monica's back, and she let her hand slide down to cup the gentle swell of a girlish breast. She rubbed her hand slowly over the nipple. Finally, despite Monica's fear and loathing, Lisa felt the nipple grow hard against her palm.

Taking her mouth away from Monica's, she brought it to the woman's breast, sliding her rear to the edge of the wheelchair so that she could bend over comfortably. She stuck out her lengthy tongue, and licked up and down over the top and bottom of the gentle swell, getting it all good and wet. Then she took the nipple between her lips and began sucking on it hard. At the same time, with her fingers, she squeezed on the flesh surrounding the nipple.

She ran her tongue over the little nubbin, then took it between her teeth and began biting it, sawing her teeth over it. Monica, who had been resigned to let Lisa kiss and fondle her without resistance, suddenly cried out, and tried to struggle free. Her limbs were pinned. She could only move her forearms a bit, and swing her calves from side to side. But she swung her head up and down, trying to butt Lisa's skull with it.

Monica could not really move her head enough to hurt Lisa seriously, but she was making a nuisance of herself. Suddenly, Stephen's hand grabbed the victim's hair and he pulled her head firmly back. Lisa glanced up at him without releasing the nipple. He was smiling savagely, and his long, thin cock was pointing almost straight out from his arousal.

"Bite it off!" he commanded excitedly. "Bite her nipple off as much below the base as you can. Then let me see it between your teeth."

Lisa nodded her agreement to his request, curling her lips into a smile, and pulling her face away from the breast with the nipple still trapped between her teeth, so that Stephen could see her grin. He had given her an order she would enjoy obeying!

She sucked more of the nipple and breast into her mouth till she thought she had as much as she'd be able to bite through. She figured she would get all of the girl's aureole this way. She continued to saw her teeth over the flesh, and soon she could taste the blood in her mouth. This made her bite harder. Monica was screaming herself hoarse!

Lisa felt her teeth break through the skin. The blood really started to flow now! Lisa let some dribble from her mouth and down her chin. She could imagine how it would look, and what it would do for her Master Stephen! She could tell that he was jerking on his cock, and that it was aimed at her face. She didn't mind that at all!

"Yes, Lisa! I can see that you've sunk your teeth deep into her flesh. Now all you have to do is cut through the rest of it! You make such a stimulating sight! I only hope you enjoy being on the receiving end as much!"

She felt her top and bottom teeth meet. She had punched all the way through the morsel in her mouth. Only little strips of flesh on either side held the nipple and surrounding flesh to the rest of the savaged breast. The blood was thick and salty on her tongue, with a metallic tang to it. Most people would have been sick to the stomach at the taste, but to Lisa it was an aphrodisiac.

Her teeth sought out one of the offending fleshy strips. She half bit through, and half tore free the flap of meat from the tit. Now there was only one strip of skin holding the nipple to the breast. Lisa didn't bother to bite through it. She once again took the nipple proper between her teeth, and just pulled hard on it. The bit of flesh stretched and tore. Blood splattered Lisa's face. Lisa turned her face to Stephen, and showed him the pink nipple and the surrounding bloody flesh hanging from between her lips.

Semen splattered into her face as her aroused Master came. It came at her in three powerful spurts, and the thick white cream oozed down from her nose and mouth. A bit had splashed her between her eyes. That dribbled down the bridge of her nose. Normally she would have reached up with her tongue to lick it clean. But her mouth was busy with the nipple.

Stephen stared at her with a contemptuous smile as he admired his handy-work. "Very good, Lisa. Now I want you to chew the nipple and swallow it! Be a good little cannibal for me!"

If this was a test, Lisa thought, he'd only be disappointed if he wanted her to fail it. She pulled the severed nipple into her mouth and chewed on it. It had an almost rubbery feel at first, though the taste left no doubt as to what she was chewing. But soon she'd ground it down to a pulp. She stuck her tongue out with the masticated bit of flesh on it so that Stephen could see it. Then she swallowed it. As a final touch, she licked her lips in satisfaction.

Monica had been forced to view this all, though it was hard to tell how much had actually sunk in. She was almost in a state of shock. Stephen let go her hair, and her head fell down to her chest. She was sobbing quietly now, and occasionally a moan would escape her lips. Lisa put her fingers to the girl's wound, getting them all bloody, then wiped them clean on Monica's lips. She forced one into the mouth, making the girl taste her own blood.

"No. This won't do!" Stephen mumbled to himself. "She's much too passive. Much too shell-shocked, I guess. She must be more lively than this if she's to provide any entertainment while she's in Minerva's cage! Pump her full of something that will raise her adrenalin level. Put some fight into her! Don't worry about overdosing her too much either. She's going to die anyway!"

Lisa nodded and got up to check out what Stephen might have stowed away in this room in the way of drugs. Her hand went to her face, but before she could wipe away any of the still dripping semen, Stephen stopped her. "No!" he commanded. "Let it dry there. I like you that way."

There was a small refrigeration unit in the corner of the room that turned out to be well stocked with drugs. None were there in quantity, and they were mostly experimental. It seemed that Monica was but the latest of a stream of test subjects, all of who ended up as snake chow when their experiment ended. She chose one that she remembered reading would have something close to the desired effect, and filled a syringe with it.

Stephen monitored her choice, and nodded his approval. "Yes, that should work fine! You know of course that in it's final effect it's quite lethal. But it won't harm the snake, and she'll be dead before the after-effects kick in."

"If I remember the report on this correctly, sir," Lisa replied, "this will make her slightly psychotic, won't it?"

"Yes, and it'll really boost her will to survive. She'll fight us every step of the way. It's best we bind her the way we want her before it's administered."

Lisa nodded. "But will she really understand what we'll be doing to her? Or will the drug cloud her mind?"

"She'll know exactly who she is, and where she is, and what we're doing to her. And she'll care very, very much. Which is more than we can say for her now. That's the one problem with our breeder set up. We get them too used to pain and abuse. They begin to accept it too much. Docility is nice in the breeding room, but a lifeless slave-toy is no fun to play with!" Stephen complained.

"How do you want her bound, then?"

Stephen smiled. "We'll use the hoist itself. That's what it was designed for."

He wheeled Monica's chair over to the hoist himself. It was this device that he used to lower his victims down into his oversized terrarium. It consisted of a large mechanical arm from which dangled four metal rods of differing lengths, each ending in a pincer-like metal cuff. These giant fingers could be moved together or apart, or they could be shortened by retracting them back into the arm itself. Monica's arms were unstrapped from her chair and held up. Stephen guided each of the slender wrists into a separate cuff, which automatically snapped tightly shut. Then he had Lisa free the rest of the girl's body.

He went over to the hoist control, and retracted the rods holding Monica's arms so that they were pulled up and apart, and Monica was lifted so that her feet dangled six inches off the ground. Lisa moved in behind the girl, caught an ankle, and pulled it into one of the other cuffs. Monica didn't fight back at all until Lisa grabbed her last free limb. Then she gave a few half- hearted kicks, but Lisa had no problem putting her last leg in bondage. Stephen nodded when she was done, and proceeded to adjust the lower rods so that the girl's legs were stretched wide apart.

"Administer the drug, Lisa," Stephen ordered.

Lisa nodded and began probing one of the slender calves for a vein. Swiftly locating one that suited her needs, she inserted the syringe and injected its contents into Monica's bloodstream. Then she stood back and waited to see what would happen.

Within minutes, the helplessly dangling girl's eyes glazed over, then snapped wide open. She began to struggle in her bonds, pulling as hard as she could against her restraints. Blood began to seep slowly from the cuffs where she was tearing her skin with the effort. Muscles tensed, fingers and toes wriggled spasmodically.

"Better! Much better!" Stephen asserted. "Now at least she's showing a little spunk!"

Monica turned her head and glared at her tormentors. "Let me out of this or I'll kill you! I swear I'll get out of this and I'll rip you to pieces."

Stephen grinned and shook his head. He turned to Lisa. "Of course, the drug doesn't do much for their IQ, does it?" He laughed in Monica's face. "My dear, you're not going to rip anyone apart. You are going into that pit over there and join my pet for dinner."

At this, Monica cursed fiercely, and renewed her struggling. Lisa had to admit it was really amusing. This young woman was all skin and bones, and she thought to force her way out of the stainless steel cuffs! She admired the way the slender limbs tensed in their struggles. By now, Monica's bleeding breast had dripped a trail of blood down over her flat stomach, past her waist, and down the inside of a thigh. Lisa found that highly erotic.

"However," Stephen was going on, "there remain a few things to do before we feed you to Minerva. I want you to suffer in many many ways. It's just the kind of guy I am. You're a little thin. You may not provide enough nourishment on your own. So we're going to have to fatten you up just a bit!"

Lisa looked over in time to see her master go over to one of the walls and pull out what looked like an oversized garden hose. It was made of a transparent, clear plastic. Stephen motioned his assistant over. "This hose is attached to a special dispenser. We're going to use it to pump some special, thick liquid paste up into her. It's a nutritional supplement for the snake. But it will also serve another purpose." He giggled as he said this. "Put some industrial strength glue on the nozzle, and stick it up her ass. We'll pump as much of this as will fit into her, then you will shut the nozzle off and detach the hose from it. It'll plug her butt and keep this stuff in."

Lisa took the hose excitedly, and moved in behind Monica. The petite victim was thrashing wildly now. "No! Fuck, no! Get away from me! I'll kill you, bitch! I'll rip your cunt to pieces! I'll shove a foot so far down your throat it'll come out your ass!"

Stephen looked up at that, a pensive smile on his face. "What an interesting idea! We'll have to try that some time!"

Monica was wriggling around so much that Lisa was having trouble guiding the hose's end to her sphincter. Finally, she put an arm around the girl's middle and pulled back hard. She held the end of the hose with her index finger running up along side it, and in this way, guided it between the tightened asscheeks. Her finger tip found the clenched rear opening, and she forced it in, her nail tearing at the delicate flesh.  

Using that finger for leverage, she began working in the tip of the hose. Monica clenched her ass hard, but the nozzle was only about a half inch wide at the tip, and so Lisa had only a little trouble getting it in. Monica screeched, and her anus started to bleed just slightly. Once she had the first little bit in, Lisa looked over to Stephen. "The glue, Master?"

Stephen nodded, and fetched a tube of smelly yellow paste. Lisa slid her finger out of Monica's ass, and held the hose from below the nozzle. Stephen moved in beside her and applied a liberal amount of the yellow paste onto the metal cone, spreading it around. "Okay, shove it in!" he ordered.

Lisa smiled and pushed the rest of the three inch metal nozzle into the little behind, and then just held it in place, keeping her arm around the struggling girl's waist so that Monica couldn't work it out. It took only a minute for the fast-acting glue to form its bond. Lisa let go the tube and took a step back.

When Stephen saw that their slave had been properly prepared, he flipped a few switches, and suddenly the dispenser's pump began to operate. A thick, white fluid that looked almost like semen, but was almost as thick and sticky looking as honey, began flowing through the tube.

Lisa smartly turned opened a small valve where the nozzle met the hose, allowing all the air trapped in the hose to escape. When the thick liquid reached just below the valve, she shut it again, and watched as the gooey stuff began entering their terrified and angry slave.

When Monica felt the first of the fluid enter her behind, she squealed and squirmed. But there was no way for her to stop it. "You'll die for this, bastards!" she ranted, renewing her frantic struggle to escape her bonds.

"All you'll succeed in doing, if you continue," Stephen informed her casually, "is perhaps dislocating several of your joints. I'd advise you relax."

Monica ignored his words, yowling, and thrashing about. She was fully under the spell of the drug, pumped up and angry, fighting, even if futilely, for her life. Meanwhile, slowly, her belly began expanding outwards.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she whined, as her innards were stretched from within. Cramps gripped her stomach, and for a moment she went limp in her restraints. She was beginning to look almost pregnant. Lisa couldn't help thinking about the poetic justice of it. If Monica had been able to carry a fetus to this bigness, she would never have been subjected to this. At least not for a long while.

"How much will you force up into her?" Lisa asked.

Stephen smiled. "Enough to make her every movement very uncomfortable. We're going to force some up into her front hole too. And we'll use another liquid to fill her bladder. Get another nozzle for the hose and a catheter ready, won't you? I think she's had enough up her rear."

Stephen walked up to the moaning, swollen-bellied slave. The nozzle had another valve that could be used to shut it off from the hose. He screwed this shut, twisted a ring at the base of the nozzle, and pulled the hose free. He moved around to stand before his whimpering victim. "Oh, you look so plump and juicy now. I'm sure Minerva will appreciate you all the more, my dear. Oh, you'll make a big bang with her!"

Lisa returned with the new nozzle. Stephen pushed the end of the plastic hose in, locked it in place, and motioned Lisa to apply the glue to it. Then he used one hand to pry open Monica's cunt, and he rammed the nozzle in, holding it in place while the glue set.

"Lisa, put some glue on that, and force it into her urethra."

Lisa was holding the catheter tubing. She did as she was told. Stephen had stopped the flow of the thick fluid. She realized that he wanted her to fill the girl's bladder first, and then he would pump in some of the thick nutrient and put pressure on that organ.

She put the glue on the thin tube, and using a rotary motion, pushed it into the tiny hole. Monica jerked anew at this new violation. Her face was red, and the tears were streaming down her cheeks. "Bitch!" she moaned weakly, and spit.

The gob of saliva hit Lisa in the forehead. Lisa looked up angrily, still holding the tube in place. Stephen laughed. "No Lisa, you will let that pass. I rather like the way you look with that gob of spit oozing down your face. Now attach a bottle to that hose and pump a good litre of salt solution into her. When you're done, crimp the hose just where it leaves her flesh, and we'll cut it there and glue it shut.

Lisa nodded and followed his commands. She used a plastic bottle. She had to. With Monica as bloated as she was, she had to squeeze on the bottle to force enough of the solution in. Stephen did the crimping, cutting and gluing himself.

Now there was just one last step. Stephen turned the main dispenser back on and slowly pumped even more of the goo into Monica's body. By the time he was satisfied, her belly bulged out like a watermelon, and the girl was having trouble breathing properly, not being able to fill her lungs all the way.

"There." Stephen shut the second nozzle and detached the hose. "She's all ready to be served. She's one fat, juicy little long- pig. It's time to lower her into the pit."

Lisa couldn't believe how turned on she found herself. The way Monica looked, all gaunt limbs and upper torso, and then the huge belly, really turned her on. What she really wanted to do was beat that belly with something till it burst. But she would have to be satisfied with watching this girl become snake food. A thought came to her and she smiled, realizing what Stephen was up to. Minerva was a constrictor!

Stephen had moved over to the hoist controls. "We'll put her down far enough away from the snake that she has a chance to realize what she's up against," he was saying, as he powered up the main arm. "Then I'll signal my pet that dinner has been served."

The huge metal construct began to shift. The hand part of it rose off the ground, carrying the feebly struggling Monica with it. Then it unfolded out to the side, hanging out over the pit. With a steady, practised hand, Stephen swung it out over the desired location, a patch of sand about fifty yards from the basking snake. Then the arm rotated at a joint, and folded down towards the ground. Stephen gently lowered it till Monica was lying face down, parallel to the floor, about three feet above it. Then he released all the clamps at once.

Monica, who'd had a wild-eyed look of terror on her face as she'd made the journey down to the pen floor, fell flat on her belly. She would have tried to use her arms and legs to cushion the blow, but she was too slow. The impact caused her a lot of pain. It was a miracle that her bladder or intestines did not burst on the spot. As it was, she was nearly paralysed with cramps.

"Good, good," Stephen muttered. "We'll give her a brief moment to recover. It would do no good to have her just lie there." He moved over to the edge of the balcony overlooking the pit. "Come to me Lisa. You may watch, but I want your hand on my penis the whole time, understood? You are to take your time and whack me off."

Lisa hurried to obey. She knelt beside him, spit into one of her hands, and used this to lubricate his thin, long pole. Then she expertly began to stroke it up and down, having done him enough times before to know exactly how much pressure he would best respond to.

Stephen waited a full five minutes. During this time, Monica recovered and sat up. She looked around, slightly dazed. Her gaze fell upon the center stone, and suddenly a look of sheer terror filled her face. She looked around frantically, searching for an escape, but the walls of the pit were all at least twenty feet high and smooth. The floor was strewn with sand and gravel, and big rocks poked up from it here and there. She did the obvious, and began a slow, careful crawl that would take her behind the biggest and nearest one.

Stephen reached down and pressed a switch. Suddenly, the pit's illumination took on an orange-yellow tinge, and a low, loud hum filled the room below. "That," he explained, lost in the action, and enjoying Lisa's hand-work, "is Minerva's dinner bell. She's been conditioned to understand that when her room does this, there is food in there with her. As she hasn't eaten in a while, she should be quite eager to hunt."

The snake had raised it's huge head. It's eyes opened, and it's huge forked tongue began to taste the air in all directions. "She will find her soon," Stephen continued to explain eagerly, like a child demonstrating a favourite Christmas toy. "The stuff we've pumped her full of registers really well on the snakes sense of, well call it smell, but it's more like taste, isn't it? Then the hunt will be on."

Monica had reached her shelter and crouched behind it. Lisa smiled and wished she could make out the look on her face. The big snake head suddenly pointed off in Monica's general direction, and slowly, majestically, the huge snake slithered off it's rock, and began a slow leisurely journey towards the poor girl's place of concealment.

Monica could hear the scape of scales on gravel slowly getting closer. She looked around frantically for anywhere to run to. Then suddenly, she started off towards a higher section of floor.

Lisa smiled, licking her lips. The girl was wobbling as she ran, weak from her ordeal, and encumbered with that full swishing belly that threw off her balance, and cut down her speed and endurance. Her feet were being cut on the stones beneath them. She stumbled, and fell face first in the dirt. Again she doubled over from the cramps, but she could not wait to recover this time.

The snake continued on its initial course for a while, not immediately aware that its prey had changed location. When it was almost to the original hiding place, it suddenly stopped and tasted the air again. It swung its head around till it faced Monica, and it resumed its pursuit.

Monica abandoned all attempts at being stealthy. It was run or die. She forced herself to her feet and dashed towards the higher ground. The snake followed behind her, at an almost casual pace. Monica kept looking behind her. Her run was bringing her closer to the balcony Lisa and Stephen were on, and now Lisa could clearly make out the panic on the thin face.

Suddenly, Monica's foot got caught in a crevice. Perhaps had she been fresh, and not overbalanced, she would not have suffered from it. But as it was, she fell down hard, screaming as her ankle clearly broke. She fell on her side, which saved her from internal ruptures yet again. But now only the adrenalin produced from the drug given her kept her going.

She jerked her foot free, tried to stand, and fell to her knees. She was a slight rise. Desperately she tried to crawl up it. When she glanced back, Minerva's head was only ten feet away. The snake was regarding her intently. Monica screamed, and made a last futile attempt to pull herself up the incline.

If Lisa had blinked, she would have missed what happened next. With blinding speed, the snake struck forward. It's jaw opened and snapped shut right around the base of Monica's pelvis. The girl barely had time to scream a final time. Then the snake had drawn her into itself, and coiled several loops of its body around the poor, fragile woman.

"Oh, yes!" Lisa found herself moaning. She felt an orgasm working its way through her from the incredible arousal the scene had inspired in her. "Oh shit, that's gorgeous! That's the most sickeningly beautiful fuckin thing I've ever seen!"

The snake's coils had tightened about its victim. Monica was twitching frantically in its grasp. The pressure across her middle had cut off her air, and she was being both crushed and suffocated. Then suddenly, the pressure around her middle proved to be too much, and thick, white fluid, mixed with bile and blood, spurted out of her mouth.

Lisa missed what happened next. Stephen had grabbed her hair, and turned her face into his crotch where he was busy spilling another load of sperm onto her features. This time, the flow of seed seemed endless. Lisa felt as if someone had thrown a good quart of thick milk into her face!

When he was done coming, Stephen threw hard onto the floor, and kicked her in the belly, making her double over in pain. Then he turned away from her to contemplate the scene below.

By the time Lisa had recovered enough to go back to watching, Monica's head and torso were already in the snake's mouth. She watched as the girl's breasts, then her belly, hips, and legs disappeared into the serpent's guts. The final sight of the slender, twitching feet disappearing into the snake burned itself lovingly into her memory. She knew that she'd be masturbating to these images for a long time to come.

Which suddenly reminded her of what she'd promised to do to her own clit. As aroused as she was, her natural masochistic tendencies came to the fore, and she briefly looked forward to it. The idea did turn her on after all, even though the reality scared the shit out of her. She grasped the tiny morsel of flesh between two pointy fingernails and squeezed down on it as hard as she could, until she howled with the orgasm that surged through her.

When she opened her eyes once again, she found Stephen looking down at her with a cruel grin on his face. "What's this," he said. The sadistic sarcasm dripping from his voice was unmistakable. "Is my little slut getting a head start on her clitorectomy?"

Had Lisa really been any less of a slut, she would have blushed. But she really had no shame. She lay back on the floor, spread her legs wide, and used her hands to pull her outer pussy lips apart. "It's yours, Master, to do whatever you want to it," she purred submissively.

Stephen smiled. "Well, this is certainly a change for the better from the scheming slut you were this morning. You almost sound sincere. Get up. Go get washed. You are invited to my apartment for dinner tonight. Come naked. Right after, we shall go into my playpen and see what we can do with those other two worthless breeders."

Lisa rolled over onto her stomach, and then got to her hands and knees. Stephen used the opportunity to give her a nice stiff kick in her pussy from behind. She gasped, sprawling forward, then quickly rose to her feet and headed for the door.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" asked Stephen, holding up her lab coat and boots. "But perhaps this is better. Yes. Take the long way around to your private rooms. I want the whole complex to see you naked, and with my sperm on your face. I will check that you've complied with this request, so don't dare disobey me. Now go!"

Lisa scampered to the door, and through it when it slid open. She would have felt deathly embarrassed to be seen like this by her fellow workers except that she liked showing off her body, and besides, she knew that she'd soon be in a position to revenge any negative comments made about her. All she had to do was get rid of her clit.

Suddenly, however, now that she was away from her Master, it didn't seem like such an easy idea to deal with. She'd always preferred to dish out the punishment rather than receive it. Her masochism and submissiveness were supposed to be an act. Except that around Stephen she really was submissive. It was as if there was something about him that compelled obedience.

She stared down at her cunt all the way back to her room, ignoring the stares, whistles, and comments she drew from the men, and even a few of the women. One part of her mind made a list of who the culprits were. The other part could only wonder how she was going to go about fulfilling Stephen's command.

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