Ciana Rose's Erotic Stories

The Gilded Cage

Dean Rogers

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...Continued

When Green was satisfied he gently pulled Kent to his feet again. As Tammy stood, she heard him whisper to Kent, "Well done, Mr. Kent. You are almost at your promotion. Mrs. Winters is now getting ready on the table and I will guide you over there. From now on, you will wear earplugs in both ears. When you get to her I will guide you to her anus again and you will kiss and lick her once more. This time she will be lubricated and the lubricant, I fear, is a little salty to the taste. Nonetheless, I expect you to go deep on her and really thrill her with your tongue. When I am ready I will help you penetrate her anus."

Green guided Kent over to Mr. James, who was still in a tight doggie style over the table. Green placed Kent over James's anus and watched as Kent really went to town, kissing James's ass before pushing his tongue deep inside. Remembering his instructions from Green earlier James, who found the whole thing disgusting, began to moan as if he was having the time of his life.

Coming in at the correct angle, Green took James's hand and placed it on Kent's cock. Thinking he was now holding Green's cock, James began to stimulate it dutifully. Kent thought that Mrs. Winters was showing her appreciation and slowly his arousal grew, making his cock hard under James's motions whilst he continued to lick James's ass.

Green took Tammy to one side and admired the view. Yates and Mrs. Winters were still at it and both appeared to be enjoying a good long screw.

"You see, Tammy? We have two heterosexual men sniffing butt and about to hump like dogs whilst one heterosexual man, over there, is only humping her like that because he thinks she is you. A combination of threat and deceit, tied in with the shallowness of male sexuality, is all it took to create this little picture. That is the power of the sexuality I hold, male in raw power but female in cunning and that makes me very powerful indeed. One day, Tammy, you can have it too. It gladdens me to see you have already begun your first steps to embracing it."

Green left the thought hanging as he guided Kent into James's ass. James, upon penetration, screamed in mock ecstasy again whilst Kent thought he's finally gained entry to Mrs. Winter's body. He thrust, with gay abandon.

As Tammy watched the two couplings, she reflected on all that had happened. Green had shown her the true pathetic nature of men, how easily they were deceived because they were already corrupt, yet he himself had never fucked her. It was a striking thought. Green had all the power yet had never forced her to do anything but fellatio him this morning. Even that had more of a sense of marking his territory, with hindsight, than it had to do with release. In a room full of unrestrained men, Tammy knew Green had deliberately set himself apart. She could only conclude he was waiting for her to surrender to him for then he truly could own her soul as well as her body. Guild or no Guild, Tammy suddenly saw Green for the true monster he was at heart and it made her long for comfort, long for Connor.

Within a few minutes, it was over. Green pulled the now happily collapsed Yates off Mrs. Winters and allowed her to become composed again. When Kent had fucked James to completion, he separated the men and cleaned any excrement from Kent's cock. Placing all the men back in a line, he then allowed them to remove their hoods. As they blinked in the light, they saw Green, flanked by Tammy and Mrs. Winters, standing as a sergeant to his platoon.

"Gentlemen, you have performed well under a series of highly unorthodox evaluations. You have made me certain of my judgment in you and from this moment on you are to consider yourselves members of the new marketing unit. Your salaries will increase by 20% immediately and you will continue to receive handsome bonuses along the way. As long as you remain loyal to the team, keeping all matters secret between yourselves, I can assure you that you also have my protection. Nothing that would cause you pain shall ever see the light of day unless you breach my trust. Get dressed and go. Dismissed."

As the men were dressing hurriedly, Green took Tammy to one side. "The rest of the day is going to be spent by me with Mrs. Winters. We need to talk. You are to go home and report as usual to me tomorrow. A very promising first day, Miss Squires. I think you have a glowing future here."

Tammy almost beat the men out of the boardroom and did not stop hurrying until she was driving her car away. Her emotions were a roller coaster, her mind a blur but her quest was clear. Find Connor at home and talk to him.

Connor was sitting at home watching television, Bastion noted, as he allowed his primary gaze to move away from Tammy for a moment. That was all that man seemed to do, just sit and watch television. If it were not for the trouble in identifying Connor then Bastion would have barely given him a second thought. As it was, he was an ever-growing shadow that had so far defied all attempts to illuminate it.

Nonetheless, Bastion knew that he needed to complete his daily digest quickly for it was approaching the time when many more Guild members would watch.

"As you have seen, gentlemen," he began his final commentary, "our Mr. Green has adapted his brief quickly and efficiently, turning it from a mere sexual harassment to inciting Miss Squires to assist in the humiliation of others. Some amongst you may be shocked that he was so brazen, given her background of conservatism regarding all matters sexual, but I think he quickly assessed that Tammy Squires was easily intimidated. I also think he has proven that she will do anything in order to safeguard her new position, one far higher than she could ever hope to reach again. Mr. Green has also proven through results that Miss Squires can be groomed into someone of additional interest to us.

"She is now heading home to Connor and, given their intimate relationship, I think it unlikely that she will share much about the true nature of her day. This will lock her further under Green, as it will isolate her from her confidante. The only thing still to be verified is the identity of Connor but that, of course, is only a matter of a short time now."

Bastion closed the channel and then opened another one. His voice changed from the cool-reassurance of the commentator to the ice-cold and demanding voice of the commander. "Agent 7, you are late with your report."

"I am sorry, sir, but I wanted it to be complete rather than punctual. We had a few last lines of inquiry to pursue but they are now done."

"Good, well done. So tell me, who is this man I see in the house eating a hotdog?"

The long pause told Bastion all he needed to know. "You are telling me you still have no idea? I thought you said you had finished your inquiries?"

"We have. He has no record, civil or military, from the time of his birth to the present day. No doctor, policeman, government official, secret service agent or private company has ever recorded encountering him. We have done checks in Europe and both North and South America. He has no credit line, no bank account, and no visible source of income at all yet he clearly is doing well for himself judging by his clothes. He speaks with an educated British accent but, of course, there is no record of him having attended any school or university."

Bastion slumped forward in his chair. He knew he should be angry at the failure of his agent but he also knew that this agent never failed. His brain was too busy trying to take in what this meant to formulate a diatribe.

"How is that possible, agent?"

"You have to remember, sir, we are only working within the limits of our own network. Vast as it is, it is no replacement for the power of the entire Guild. My recommendation at this point would be to declare a breach to C and get him to open his own inquiry. In straight answer to your question even a man with no traces gives us some idea of who he is."

"How so?"

"Such a trail-less individual has to be carefully crafted. He's clearly a covert-operative of some kind, though not belonging to any of the major intelligence agencies. Having said that he's acting in a very overt way, something no covert agent ever should, and we have no evidence of a team behind him. We have scoured five blocks around the house, in the air and on the ground, without finding a trace of anyone being his backup."

"If he's covert, agent 7, then so would they be."

"Sir, we may not have been able to give you his identity but I assure you we know how to spot covert operatives. You have my categorical assurance that Connor is a lone gun."

"Thank you, agent, stay available. I may need you again tonight."

"Of course, sir."

Bastion watched Connor again as he thought. Connor was watching television, drinking cola and doing nothing. Suddenly Connor doing nothing worried Bastion because this man had clearly not been crafted to do nothing. Bastion called Aegis.

"Aegis, it's about Connor--"

Aegis interrupted him. "Don't worry, I know. I have made it my business to be kept briefed on the inquiries. What do you intend to do about the situation, Bastion?"

Bastion needed time to think. "I am going to give it tonight and see what happens. If Connor is in there then he cannot harm the Guild and maybe he'll slip up when he's talking to Tammy. If not, I'll call C and declare a breach tomorrow morning."

Aegis sighed. "It's good to hear you are at least thinking of following protocol but I have to warn you that C will ask why you did not do so tonight."

"I'll handle C when, and if, that time comes. Thanks for the advice. Take care."

"You too. Keep in touch. Aegis out."

Tammy pulled up outside the house and got out of her car. The drive had helped clear her head a little but she almost ran to the front door anyway, such was her need to see Connor.

Connor turned and smiled at her from the sofa when she entered and, suddenly remembering not to appear too eager, Tammy sat slowly down beside him. She embraced him and felt safe for the first time in hours.

When they had finished holding, Connor began to stroke her arms. His voice had real affection in it. "I've missed you today, sweetheart. How was your first day at the office?"

The question, though part of the charade, was too close to what she needed to talk about freely. Tammy looked away as she answered. "Fine, nothing to it."

Connor squeezed her hand. To the audience it was just a lover's gesture but Tammy knew that Connor must have seen it all. His genuine sympathy made her melt once more into his arms. After a few minutes, Connor turned his head towards her. "Let's eat out tonight, love, to celebrate your new job. What do you say?"

Tammy murmured from under his arm, "Sounds great."

Bastion had begun to field the questions from the Guild members as they logged on for the evening. Many were predictable, wondering about Connor on the one hand and on the other asking if he was going to fuck Tammy soon. Soon they settled down and only the one came through.

"Bastion, this is Noskova. Excellent daily digest today. I may watch tomorrow live to see how Green corrupts Tammy even more. I do hope that tonight is not going to be an anticlimax."

Bastion kept his inner concerns well hidden within his voice. "I doubt it, Noskova. Connor's not seen his girlfriend for weeks so I am sure we will get some action tonight."

The television remained on as Connor's fingers began to roam over Tammy as she lay on him. At first, she barely noticed but soon the persistence of the touch told her that Connor was initiating sex. Tammy was suddenly nervous and, given the events of the day, that surprised her. She did not know why plain sex with a man she respected seemed daunting when sex with other men, whom she detested, had not done today.

As she felt herself warming under Connor's touch, she could only guess that her nature wanted a few more dates before intercourse. This made her realize that Connor had moved into the potential boyfriend category despite of, or maybe because of, the situation they both faced. Nonetheless, Tammy knew that she had to keep the Guild audience interested and that meant sex, sex and more sex.

"Stand up and face me," Connor said suddenly.

Tammy stood and faced Connor. It was only at that moment that she realized she was still wearing the slutty outfit that Green had given her to wear that day.

Connor looked at her and said, "I fancy doing a role-play like we do sometimes, honey. You know I trust you implicitly but I am going to play the stern husband, with you my submissive wife."

Tammy nodded silently. Connor sat upright and adopted a mock-sternness in his voice, "I see you changed after you left. Is this office wear? Did your boss give it to you?"

Tammy figured Connor was trying to make the fantasy easier for her to play by basing it on facts. She was reassured that he had watched the Guild show every moment she was with Green.

"His name is John and yes, he likes it this way."

Connor began to stroke her thighs with his hands. The sensation thrilled Tammy but she tried to stay in her role and not show it.

"I bet he does," Connor said with a sneer and then added, "Turn around and bend down, as if picking up a file."

Tammy turned slowly and bent over. The skirt soon was pulled over her hips, exposing her pussy barely an inch from Connor's face. Tammy looked between her legs at Connor's crotch and was pleased to see that it was bulging. Tammy now knew even a man like Connor, as focused and professional as they came, could be mesmerized by a simple flash of her pussy. It made her feel empowered once more but, with this man, all the vindictiveness she felt earlier was gone.

"He's had you flashing your pussy at him all day, hasn't he?" Connor said as he pulled her nearer. "I've warned you before about sleeping with the boss, Tammy, and you know the punishment for when you do. Lay over my knee."

Tammy bent herself over Connor's knee as he pushed her skirt up. She felt vulnerable, having never been spanked before, but she knew Connor was only giving the Guild what he needed to give in order to keep them interested. Tammy trusted Connor a lot more than she trusted herself at this moment. She was afraid she might cry when the spanking began, giving a clue to the audience that she was not as familiar with the punishment as Connor had indicated.

Connor began to spank her deftly with his hand, pulling the force of each stroke imperceptibly so that the noise was loud but the pain was soft. Tammy appreciated the gesture and faked her pain with a series of yelps that, she hoped, sounded authentic.

"What else have you done for your boss, Tammy? Don't lie to me because you know I can see through deception very easily." Connor said as his hand struck her buttocks once more.

"He made me suck his cock and he made me sleep with one of his employees." Tammy spoke through gritted teeth as another series of blows landed on her ass.

Bastion adjusted his controls as the spanking continued, sending average strokes per minute and several optional camera views to the audience. From their comments, he knew that they were enjoying the spanking and were betting on whether or not Connor would want revenge on both Tammy and her boss.

Bastion was happy that the show was proving popular but, for the first time, he felt nervous about how it was going. Nothing had ever happened on the show that Bastion did not plan and meticulously execute and yet here, spanking the main star, was a man playing a role that was not of Bastion's making.

Connor was now intensifying the spanking and allowing a little more of the real force of the blows to get through to Tammy. She became aware quickly of the new style of spanking that had begun and she now screamed in genuine pain as well as pretence. Connor continued to question her about her day and more and more of the details were beaten out of her. The spanking changed again, becoming unmitigated and intense, as Tammy came around to describe how she had sucked Mr. Ferguson in the meeting room.

"Did you enjoy the power you had over him, Tammy?" Connor asked the question with barely concealed anger in his voice.

"No!" Tammy lied.

Connor spanked her faster as he repeated the question. "Did you enjoy the power, Tammy?"

Inside Tammy could feel herself crumbling emotionally. The pain was moving beyond anything she could tolerate and she was beginning to become scared at how Connor's manner had changed. Nonetheless, she was not prepared to admit she had enjoyed the power she had wielded over Ferguson, not to Connor, not to the watching audience and least of all to herself. It was too shameful to speak.

"Answer me! Did you enjoy it?" Connor was now screaming and the violence in his voice, combined with the force of the spanking, made Tammy begin to cry.

"No!" she shouted back.

Connor moved Tammy's clitoris so that it was in line for spanking. When his hand next landed a spike of pain shot through her body and finally broke her resistance.

"Ok, yes! I did, yes I enjoyed it!" Tammy sobbed, almost hysterical.

Connor ceased the spanking immediately. As If someone had flipped a switch inside him, his voice and manner became as caring, as compassionate and polite as it had ever been. He gave Tammy a few seconds to begin to calm down before speaking. "I thought so. Tonight you are going to make it up to me, my dear. We are going to dinner and you will be the bait that will catch me some prey to mess around with. That way you will have to endure what I have had to. I'll deal with your boss in the next few days. Now come with me upstairs. You are filthy and I want to clean you down myself."

Tammy was still weeping as they ascended the stairs but her composure was quickly returning. She did not know whether she cried because of what Connor had just done or because she had been forced to admit that having control over a man thrilled her.

Once inside the bathroom, free from the gaze of the Guild, Connor turned to Tammy and offered her his handkerchief to dry her eyes. She snatched it from him and began to apply it.

"I hope you know why I staged that performance, Tammy" Connor said in a soothing voice.

"I know. You wanted to give the Guild a show."

"No. If that were it, I would simply have jumped you or something. Inside my face is a tiny receiver that sends signals to my optic nerves. This allows me to view my computer screen without ever having to retrieve it, something I have been hiding by pretending to watch television all afternoon. I was, of course, watching you on the show. I noted the look on your face when Green was making you humiliate those men."

Tammy became defensive. "I was doing what you told me to do, obey Green at all costs."

"Quite so, Tammy, and you were wise to act that way. I saw, however, the look of enjoyment that flashed into your eyes and it concerned me. I spanked you tonight to remind you of what it is like to be on the other end, to be the one without power and under the control of someone else. I wanted to remind you of the true situation you are in, with men controlling every part of you, before you began to become as sadistic as they are."

Tammy looked down, ashamed that she had doubted Connor. She knew he had only acted out of the best of intentions.

"Thank you, I must admit I was beginning to enjoy the role too much."

Connor held her and his comforting arms made her melt again. Her heart began to synchronize with his even as she began to wonder if she was falling in love.

"I have two aims. The first is to get you out of this show and the second is to end the show altogether. I would have failed in my first aim if I freed you only to have their stench haunt your future actions forever."

Tammy suddenly became worried for Connor. "If the Guild is as powerful as you say then they will kill you long before you can help me, surely? You are only one man, you cannot hope to defeat them."

"The Guild is still, in many ways, a very tradition-bound organization. The modern era for them began with an interrogation center for secret agents, a place in which C was a former number 2. They decided then that a better quality of information could be gained from a broken man rather than via drugs. Even though that was around forty years ago, C has influenced the Guild with his cautious approach throughout his career. They of course will attempt to kill me only when they know who I am and what I represent. As long as they do not and as long as I do not force their hand, Bastion would find it hard to explain any decision other than to observe."

Tammy instinctually began to stroke Connor's arm to give him comfort. "How will they try to kill you when they do?" She asked him.

Connor began to stroke Tammy's face and their eyes locked. For the first time Tammy thought she saw love in Connor's eyes, reflecting her own love that she now no longer doubted.

"They will use an undertaker unit. It's a quaint term dating from the days they used to dress as undertakers when collecting spies for interrogation. They often used gas to render the target unconscious and the coffin helped disguise the victim. It was a simple ruse for a simpler age. These days, of course, they are far more sophisticated but the name has been retained by C for sentimental value."

Tammy sat on the edge of the bath, deep in thought. After a moment, she said, "Why are you endangering yourself so much Connor?"

Connor looked over at her. "My role-model was a man from the interrogation center. He was the only man to beat their system and he taught them a lesson in humility. It is a lesson I intend to teach them again. I cannot make the world fair, even if I could do the impossible and bring the Guild down. Those in power would still rule for their own sakes alone. I did not care when the Guild manipulated the powerful, for the powerful are manipulators themselves. When the Guild started preying on innocents, plucking them from their lives and placing them in televised cages, I considered that they had crossed a line I could not allow them to cross without a fight."

Tammy looked disappointed. "I had hoped you might say you were doing it because you felt something for me."

Connor reacted and for a split second, Tammy thought she could see vulnerability in him again. He then stood straight and his professional manner washed over him once more.

"When life is in danger there is no room for sentiment, Miss Squires. We'd better wet our hair and faces and leave quickly or else they will think we have not showered at all."

Bastion saw them leave the bathroom as a channel opened.

"Bastion, this is Aegis. I sure wish C would drop his ridiculous rule regarding the bathroom. Anyhow, I guess our fellow and Miss Squires will be going to dinner now. Any ideas as to where they might go?"

Bastion pulled up a map of Lexington on his computer. Red dots were widely scattered across it. "No but don't worry, Aegis. As you see I have plenty of units on standby and we can use directional microphones when they reach their venue. I am hoping that Connor lets something slip as the evening moves on and he relaxes with Miss Squires. A beautiful lady has often been known to loosen the tongue."

"Let's hope tonight is no exception and we can find out what we need to know. Good hunting, Bastion. Aegis out".

Bastion watched as Connor and Tammy left the house. Given his sophisticated dress and mannerisms, Bastion had thought that Connor would select an up-market restaurant in a quiet part of town. It was therefore a surprise to see him drive up to a very disreputable nightclub. Tammy followed Connor inside and Bastion had to adjust his console quickly.

"Bastion, this is Goldfish. Not the sort of place I would have thought Miss Squires would like?"

"Indeed, Goldfish. It does at least have the virtue of being owned by us however, so we have cameras and microphones over and under every table. We will not miss a thing."

As Tammy entered the nightclub, she was assailed by the noise of the music. It was early and the place was frequented only by a handful of people but the dance floor still resonated under a barrage of sound and light. Connor had to lean very close in order to be heard. "The noise of this place will render their directional microphones useless. The only time they will be able to hear us is when they can use static microphones, at the tables, the bar or the washrooms. It also serves food for another two hours yet so it gives us a chance to look round. Let's grab a drink."

Connor and Tammy had a light conversation at the main bar whilst they enjoyed two white wines. Despite his expert pretence, Connor was able to survey the scene with a practiced eye. Suddenly he grabbed Tammy and led her to the deserted dance-floor. As they danced, he put his mouth next to her ear. "Because they did not know where we were going the Guild has only a few people in here. The one who interests me mainly is the man who just received a phone-call and who then opened the secondary bar. He looked nervous, so he's probably on his first mission for them."

Tammy leant into Connor. "How do you know he's a Guild agent?"

"He's with a lady who is wearing an engagement ring, so clearly she's important to him, yet his attention has been solely on us, even when she was speaking to him. Secondly how many clubs do you know who ring an employee on a mobile, in a noisy environment, when they can simply send someone to relay a message in person? Finally, this place is as dead as it could be, so why open a second bar? I think it's to give him cover because it overlooks the eating area."

"So why is he of special interest to you Connor?"

"He was the only agent who was in here before we came. The rest came in behind us as we stood at the main bar. That means he was here for himself, not on-duty. He will now be disorientated, having suddenly been thrust into action. He's new and he's with someone who is not a fellow agent, at least judging from her body language. He will have to try to bluff her whilst he does their dirty work. That gives us the edge. I bet that call was from Bastion and I bet he told him to do anything it takes to stay close to us. I intend to make that work for us whilst playing with the Guild. We have to keep it interesting for their audience anyway and you are supposed to be doing a penance for me from this evening's spanking, remember? Follow me."

Bastion watched Connor and Tammy go over to the second bar. He could barely contain his excitement as he contacted Aegis.

"Aegis, I think we're about to expose Connor."

"Really? How?"

"It just so happens one of my brand new agents was in the club. He works for them as a barman and he gets in free on his evenings off. Anyway, I called him and told him to work the second bar. Once Connor drinks from there, he will almost certainly leave his glass on the bar as they head for the tables."

"So?"

"So the other barman was not one of ours but this one will be able to use a DNA reader on the glass. I have them installed secretly in many of the locations I own."

"You think his DNA will be on a file somewhere even though his name and face are not, Bastion?"

"He may have changed his appearance many times and that is probably what has thwarted us, but DNA is fixed. Let's hope this works."

Connor approached the bar and the barman smiled. Connor smiled back as he ordered, "Two vodkas, please."

"Certainly, sir. With or without ice?"

"We always avoid ice where possible. So easy to slip up on it, eh?"

The barman laughed politely at what he presumed was just a lame joke. He poured the drinks and placed them in front of Tammy and Connor. "That'll Be $10, please."

As Connor handed him the money he caught his hand for a moment, looking him straight in the eye whilst keeping his tone friendly. "I notice you are not in uniform".

The barman was thrown by the directness of the question. "I'm sorry?"

"The other barman, at the main bar, is in uniform. I notice that you are not."

The barman thought for a moment. Tammy noticed he was very nervous indeed and not good at thinking on his feet. She laughed to herself as she thought that as a barman, he was probably great but as a Guild agent, he needed a bit of work.

"I was not meant to be on duty this evening but the boss just received word that a big party is heading down to us, so he wanted the second bar open in preparation. I was here with my fiancé."

The barman indicated over to where he had sat previously. The lady there was stunning but incredibly young for him, given that the barman was in his forties. She could have been no more than nineteen and, given that her fiancé was certainly not handsome, she was clearly more impressed by his Guild-funded credit card than by anything else. Although Connor knew that she did not know anything about the shadier side of her husband-to-be, for the Guild would have forbidden him talking about it, he nonetheless found himself disliking her.

"I see. I guess money's tight, given the impending wedding and the amount you will earn doing this for a living?" Connor asked as he looked at the barman again.

"Yes, but we get by."

Connor reached into his jacket pocket and produced a fat, large envelope. He opened it to reveal that is was stuffed with money before he pulled out $1000. "My girlfriend here, Tammy, has always wanted to look around a bar like this. If you could arrange that for me, I'd be happy to give you this as a donation to your marriage fund. But first, tell me your name, please."

"Tony. My name is Tony."

"Pleased to meet you, Tony, I am Connor. So, Tony, what do you say to my offer?"

Tony knew he had to stay close to the target whilst also staying in role as the impoverished barman. He took the money and said, OK, that's fine. Come around, Tammy."

Tammy was a little lost as to what she was meant to be doing but she went around to the other side of the bar and began to look through the bottles. Still dressed as she had been in Green's office she caught Tony's attention as she passed him.

Connor smiled as he saw this. "What's your fiancés name, Tony?" Connor asked.

"Jessica."

"I'd like to meet her, and I am sure she's bored over there on her own. Would you introduce us, please?"

"Sure."

As Tony looked away to call to Jessica, Connor silently indicated to Tammy that she should duck down behind the bar. By the time Jessica looked over, she could only see Connor and Tony.

As Jessica was walking over to the bar, Connor leaned over to Tony, "Another $1000 is yours if you allow Tammy to look around below the bar, at the pumps and things. She's a real nut when it comes to how thing work."

"Ok, that's fine."

Connor spoke to Tammy by looking at the back of the bar and allowing his voice to travel. "Honey? I'd like you to check out everything this nice man has under the counter whilst we chat to Jessica. Enjoy yourself and take your time."

Tammy began to understand the game Connor was playing. He knew that this bastard worked for the Guild and he was going to make it uncomfortable for him, whilst at the same time providing titillation for the audience. Connor knew that Tony could not do anything to aggravate him and that meant he could not deny him anything either, no matter his personal feelings. He had sold his soul to the Devil and he must dance to the Devil's tune.

Tammy heard Jessica arrive at the bar as she moved into position, crouched in front of an astonished Tony with her head level to his crotch. She pulled him close so that the bar covered his crotch and her head then she began to slowly unzip his trousers.

Connor smiled at Jessica as she arrived at the bar. "Hello, my name is Connor and I am a friend of Tony's. It's a shame he's had to work suddenly but I thought it would give us all a chance to get to know each other."

Jessica shook Connor's hand and said, "Nice to meet you. His boss is a swine for making him come on duty like this!"

Tony looked down and his eyes could see Tammy's barely concealed breasts. That sight, combined with the kisses and strokes, made him erect by the time she had pulled his penis clear of his trouser zip. As she began to lick and suck on him, Tony's mobile phone rang. He answered it while Jessica and Connor talked. "Hello?"

"This is Bastion. Connor's drink is finished. Get his glass and scan it."

Tony tried to pass off the call as one from an old friend. "Oh hi! I am trying to but I'm a little busy. This new thing makes me feel very uncomfortable."

"Stop complaining, you are getting paid to have your dick sucked by a beautiful woman. Focus on the mission and get the glass."

"I'm trying to keep some things sacred, for those I love only. You understand?"

"No, agent, you understand this. You have taken our money and we expect a return. I don't care about any morality issues here, you stay with those two and you do anything they want. Many members of the Guild are observing you as we speak, I'll not say why, but they are. They do not want you to obstruct things and you are not to let Jessica obstruct things either. Tell her anything but get her to co-operate."

"I am not sure she will."

"If you fail, both of you will feel the wrath of the Guild. For her sake, make her. Now get that damn glass!"

Tony grabbed Connor's empty wineglass and dropped it into the trash. Tammy was too busy pleasuring him to notice the deft movement. As she worked on his penis, the DNA scanner in the trashcan began to work on the glass fragments. Bastion punched up the scan on his computer and called Aegis.

"Aegis, I'm patching through the DNA scan now."

OK, I see it, Bastion."

Connor's DNA was displayed on the left of the screen. On the right was a world-map, showing every global DNA database as Connor's DNA was run through it. Bastion felt the need to comment even though the progress of the scan was clear. Every database flashed white when being scanned and red when there was no match.

"Searching London. No match. Tokyo. No Match. Moscow. No match."

As Connor's DNA was being scanned around the world, the man himself was engaging Jessica in conversation whilst Tony attempted to say as little as possible. The pleasure he was receiving from Tammy was threatening to overwhelm his voice, despite his heartfelt wish not to be fellated in front of his fiancé. Connor, of course, was trying to make Tony speak as much as possible in order to cause him maximum discomfort.

"If I may say so, Jessica, Tony's a very lucky man," Connor said "You'd agree of course, wouldn't you, Tony?"

Tony took a deep breath as he saw Tammy's head bobbing under the counter. He'd been with many women but this woman gave the most incredible head he had ever felt. With effort, he kept his voice sounding normal. "Yes, I am very lucky to have her."

Jessica looked coy for a moment before she spoke. "No more lucky than me, Connor. Tony's my first ever boyfriend, I'd never so much as held hands with a guy before him, and I know he'd never so much as look at another woman. He's Mr. faithful and I love him for that."

Tony felt so much shame as he heard that remark that his head fell. In doing so he was forced to see Tammy blowing him again, her fingers stoking each ball whilst her breasts swayed with her motions. The sight intensified the sensations and he moaned softly, something he quickly turned into a cough as he felt Jessica's quizzical glance descend upon him.

Bastion continued to stare intently at his computer screen.

"Searching Washington. No Match. Los Angeles. No match. Istanbul. No Match. Come on, come on, he has to be in there somewhere."

Connor decided that he'd had enough fun at the bar and so he invited Tony and Jessica to eat with him. Jessica accepted for both of them before she inquired, "Are you here alone, Connor?"

Connor smiled again as he looked at Tony's discomfort. "No, my girlfriend is around here somewhere. I expect she'll join us at the table. You'll like her because she's a very polite lady. Always uses the right knife and folk and never speaks with her mouth full."

Jessica and Connor went over to a table whilst Tony, citing the need to close the bar, remained. Tammy waited for a second and then, denying Tony his release, she slipped out from under the bar. Jessica was walking with her back turned to Tammy which allowed her to exit the bar entirely without being seen. She winked at Tony before walking slowly towards the table.

Bastion was becoming more desperate as each flashing white dot turned red. "Searching Madrid. No match! Paris. No bloody match! Rome. No match for God's sake!"

In exasperation, he wheeled round from the screen. He was just about to bring his fists crashing down onto the table when he heard a soft bleeping coming from behind him. He turned slowly and saw that one of the dots, on a tiny island off the coast of India, was flashing green. Underneath the dot, it read "Match Found."

Bastion hurriedly punched up the location and then typed his command. "List record found."

To which the computer responded, "Unable to comply. The record is from Sentinel. Access restricted to Sentinel, cleared users only."

Bastion shouted down the channel to Aegis. "What the hell? What is Sentinel, Aegis?"

"If you were not so wound-up you'd remember yourself, my friend. Sentinel is the central computer for the Guild, accessible only by full Guild members or with permission from a full Guild member. It's C's brainchild and contains only records too sensitive to the Guild to be allowed to be stored anywhere else."

Bastion groaned. "Is there any way I can get C to grant me access to the file without telling him exactly why? I don't want to call a breach unless I know who Connor is and I need that file in order to do that."

Aegis thought for a moment. "Well, C allows the lower systems to interrogate Sentinel. That's why your search brought up the file, albeit with a lock on it. He does that in order for the other watchers to know that the Guild has the information, which then encourages them to ask his permission for a specific file. If he's not been watching the show then asking for Connor's file should not cause him concern, though you will need a good reason to ask for it. Bastion, you have no choice. Call him and pray."

Bastion put Aegis on mute and went to a separate computer. This was the only channel to C and it was distinct from all the others. He placed the call.

"C? This is Bastion".

The voice at the other end of the line was automatically disguised, making C sound more like a conspiracy theory than a reality.

"It's nice to hear from you again, Bastion. How are things in Lexington?"

Bastion tried to keep his tone light. "Fine thanks. I am sorry to disturb you but I wondered if you would send me a file from Sentinel?"

There was a pregnant pause. "OK, Bastion. Name it and it's yours."

Bastion was just about to speak when C cut him off. "May I ask why you need it?"

Bastion found himself breathing heavier. "It's just a routine inquiry which has thrown up something that is in the file. I am sure it's nothing but I like to be thorough and maybe some background from Sentinel will help."

Another pause. "I see. Nothing to worry about though, eh?"

Bastion smiled despite the fact that this was voice-only. "No, nothing at all, C. As I said, just routine."

"Good. Well, send me the request and I will send you the data. Goodbye, Bastion."

"Good day, sir, and thank you."

Bastion let out a huge sigh of relief as the channel closed. He sent his request to C via the secure link and then opened the channel to Aegis again.

"Did he buy it, Bastion?" Aegis asked.

Bastion laughed a little too much. "You betcha!" Bastion said as he looked into his monitor at Connor laughing with Jessica. "In a few seconds we'll have all we need to know about our beloved gate-crasher."

Tony and Jessica were sitting on opposite sides of the table, leaving Connor and Tammy to fill the other two seats. The table was covered with an overflowing tablecloth that reached to the floor, indicating as much as the stains that this establishment did not spend money on the décor. The food, which had come, was edible in a technical sense but was certainly not appealing to either the eye or the mouth.

Connor noted that Tony was attempting to get Jessica drunk, through a combination of surreptitious mixing at the bar and encouragement to consume at the table. It was clear that Jessica was not used to such intake and within half and hour she was best described as heavily intoxicated. Connor half-joked to himself that if she vomited it would improve the look of the food.

Connor wrote a note to Tammy and passed it quietly to her as he engaged Tony and Jessica in conversation. The note read, "The Guild audience will love this. Make Tony orgasm in front of Jessica."

Tammy thought for a moment. This was going to be tricky with Jessica so close. She dismissed a hand-job as the movement would be too obvious and a blowjob was also too blatant, with Jessica sitting next to her on the right. Eventually she decided there was only one way to achieve her aim. She silently removed her right shoe whilst she pushed herself tightly under the table, allowing the cloth to cover her completely. Crossing her legs, Tammy grabbed Tony's zipper between her toes and slowly undid it. Tony froze as he felt the touch, despite his instinctive arousal at the interest from this beautiful woman, but knew he was compelled not to object. Instead, to help protect Jessica from seeing anything, he too pushed himself tightly under the table.

Continuing to engage Jessica in conversation all the while, Tammy pulled down the front of Tony's underpants through his open fly and freed his erection. She could only get the tip in between her toes but it was enough. She began to pump him whilst her hands remained safely in view on the table. Jessica was too drunk to have noticed any of this but Connor had guessed how Tammy was stimulating Tony. He smiled at her resourcefulness.

Bastion opened the file that C had sent him before sending a copy to Aegis. The more they both read, the less they both believed what they were reading. Titled "Deceased" the record talked of an individual who had beaten the Guild spy-interrogation facility in the 1960's, the only one who had ever survived long enough to convince the Guild that he could not be broken. The Guild released him but only on license, warning him that if he ever challenged them or attempted to expose them, he would be killed. He lived an unremarkable life after that in London until he died in 1984. The Guild had ensured that he had genuinely died before closing and sealing his file. His DNA had been extracted from the many samples taken from him during his incarceration, in the hope that Guild geneticists might one day find what had given him such intense focus and strength of will.

Bastion looked at the photo on file and then at Connor. "He cannot be this man, Aegis. Not only does he look nothing like him but also he's no more than 36 at most. He's about the same age as the man on file when he was released in the 1960's!"

Aegis spoke in a quiet voice. "His DNA is pure. There is no way he's a clone, even if the Guild could clone a human. Even if someone else had cloned him, he'd look identical to his clone-parent. All that said, he's got the same personality, the same focus, the same desire not to be beaten. Look at what C says about him when he was number 2 at the facility, and it's Connor down to the last detail."

Bastion slumped in his chair. "I can't allow this man, back from the dead or otherwise, to live. He's far too dangerous. He's beaten us once before and I can only assume he intends to try again".

Aegis sounded exasperated. "So, are you finally going to call a breach?"

"What for? We know all there is to know about Connor now and I do not want to explain how I let that man, that individual, to invade my show and threaten us. It would be highly embarrassing at best."

"Forget your ego, will you? Dammit, Bastion, C needs to know this! There are all sorts of questions that emerge from Connor, fundamental ones that relate to the Guild!"

Bastion snapped back. "C will know this! He'll know it all, after my men have presented Connor's balls to me on a plate. I will let C know when he needs to know, with my victory over this intruder fresh in his mind as well. It's my call to make, it's happened on my show and I will take the consequences of my decision."

Aegis sighed. "You're mad, Bastion, but as you say it's your call. Just get rid of Connor."

"I will tonight, at the house. That will make it cleaner. Also the Guild can have its last bit of sexual titillation from him first. Just look how many of them are watching tonight! It's a record. Word must have spread. Bastion out."

Tammy continued to masturbate Tony with her foot as the eating continued. Tony was still highly stimulated from her clandestine blowjob under the bar and he felt himself reaching a climax quickly. In desperation he turned and mouthed to Connor to distract Jessica.

Deciding it would be a favor soon returned, Connor agreed.

"So, Jessica, have you and Tony ever done anything naughty together?"

Jessica looked at Connor with drunken, confused eyes. "Naughty?"

"You know, sexually naughty. Have you ever had sex in a place you were not meant to, that sort of thing?"

Jessica laughed too loudly but it covered Tony's orgasm effectively, so he blessed its presence. Tammy felt the warmth of his semen on her foot as she withdrew it before placing it back into her shoe.

"I only wish," Jessica slurred. "He's too much of a wimp for any sort of sex outdoors. Not even a fondle, much less a hand-job."

Connor laughed a little. "Well we can change that, I am sure. Here's $1000 that says Tony cannot give you an orgasm at this table, in full public gaze, without getting busted by the management."

Jessica looked at the money that Connor had produced. The drink inside her, mingled with her own pent-up exhibitionist frustration, caused her to look excitedly at Tony. "Go on then, Tony, I dare you to try," Jessica said.

Guild or no Guild Tony wanted to protect Jessica as best he could. "OK but there is to be no exposure of Jessica."

Connor held his hands up in mock surrender. "Of course not. The tablecloth is long. All you need do is climb underneath and lick Jessica to climax. Tammy and I will not see anything other than Jessica's face. I suggest, though, that Jessica close her eyes throughout, as it will help her concentrate on maintaining her façades. We don't want her climaxing in too obvious a way or people will notice."

Jessica eagerly closed her eyes and Tony stood up, preparing to go under the table. Connor indicated he should sit again and then went silently over to him, whispering in his ear. "Not you. You are going to lick Tammy off. I am going to lick your fiancé's pussy. I know all about who you really work for and unless you want me to say it out loud for those watching the show, you are going to give me the most precious thing you save for yourself. You are going to give me Jessica's vagina."

Tony slumped forward, as he knew that his life depended on compliance. He rued the day he'd ever sought the quick ad abundant money of the Guild.

"Be gentle with her. She's never had another man."

Both men went under the table, leaving Tammy and Jessica the only ones visible. Connor could feel Tony watching him as he spread Jessica's legs apart, her skirt revealing her silken white panties beneath. Moving them to one side Connor could see her pussy, glistening with a kind of excitement he wagered it had never experienced before. He whispered to Tony and made him call to Jessica. "As I go down on you, whisper words of encouragement to me, my love," Tony said softly.

Connor began to lick Jessica as Tony went down on Tammy. It soon became clear to Tammy that Tony was inept at giving head and she pitied poor Jessica having to know only his tongue. She was glad Connor was about to give her, albeit in secret, her first taste of a real man.

Connor was working expertly with his tongue on Jessica's vulva, causing her to squirm with delight. He heard her whispered soft voice from above the table and it thrilled him to know that Tony could as well.

"Oh, baby, that's wonderful. You've never eaten me so well before."

Even the thrill of having Tammy's vagina all around his face could not lessen the hurt that Tony was feeling. Not only was his fiancé no longer exclusively his but also, she was clearly enjoying this stranger much more than she ever had him.

Tammy was bored with Tony's pathetic attentions by now and she pushed him off. She silently went under the table and told him to fuck-off back to his seat before her curiosity led her to look at Jessica's pussy. Tammy had always been curious as to what a pussy tasted like and she hungrily pushed Connor to one side. As Connor returned to his seat Tammy took Jessica to new heights of pleasure and again found herself reveling in the power she had.

"Oh, Tony, how do you know just where to hit all of a sudden?" Jessica whispered breathlessly.

Because I own a pussy as well, thought Tammy as she continued to stimulate Jessica. Finally, Jessica shuddered deeply, the waves of orgasmic energy washing over her even as she tried not to express the joy they brought in their wake.

Connor stood up and moved behind Jessica as she recovered. He said in a soft, conspiratorial voice, OK, now for another $1000 let's see if you can toss Tony off. Keep your eyes closed and I will get him for you."

Connor went over to Tony and whispered. "Facilitate this for me and I promise you that I will leave you both alone."

Tony rallied a little at hearing this. He knew Connor had done him a favor that he did not deserve and he also knew, after tonight, he would do everything in his power to escape from the Guild's employ. Tony could only imagine how many people had hoped to do the same and he shuddered when he imagined how many had actually managed to live to see that glorious day.

Tony and Connor moved over to Jessica and Connor sat down. Tony knew what Connor wanted him to do; it was self-evident given how the evening had gone so far, so he placed himself just over the shoulder of Connor. In this manner, his voice came from just the right angle to convince Jessica that he was sitting beside her. "Take me, sweetheart. Here, let me guide you," Tony said with all the sincerity he could muster. The very last thing he wanted now was for Jessica to open her eyes and destroy her faith in him.

Connor unzipped his erection and guided Jessica's hand to it, under the tablecloth. It warmed Tony's heart to see Jessica smile and it comforted him that, in her mind at least, she was remaining true to their union.

Jessica whispered as she began to masturbate Connor. "Oh, Tony, you feel bigger tonight somehow."

Tony thought quickly and Connor applauded his deftly calculated reply.

"It must be the excitement of the situation, sweetheart, making me harder than ever."

Tammy sat and thought as she watched Connor becoming more aroused. Tammy knew Connor had to keep the audience happy and that meant packing as much variety into the sex as possible but even factoring this in, he'd barely touched her. He could have chosen to stay in tonight knowing she would have fulfilled his every sexual demand, yet here he was getting thrills that were cheap by comparison with strangers. Tammy could not help but compare Connor to Green. Both were men who could have used her as a sex toy but both had preferred to manipulate and humiliate others instead. Tammy wondered if this was simply a part of the male psyche--to dominate and control--or simply a part of the psyche of dominant males.

Connor and Green were chalk and cheese when it came to the power they commanded, with one fighting alone the very organization that empowered the other so greatly, yet their sexual focus was very similar. Tammy was glad that Connor was on her side. If she had to choose a nemesis, she would have chosen a faceless bunch of cowards who hide in the shadows over a man who stands in the blazing light and challenges the sun to burn him. Any day.

Jessica was thoroughly carried away by a mixture of alcohol and sexual excitement and as a result, the hand-job she was giving Connor was owed more to enthusiasm than technique. The main thrill for Connor was forcing Tony to watch and the knowledge that he had scored another little victory in his pursuit of the grand prize. Tony's face told Connor all he needed to know as he relaxed in the motions of Jessica's soft hand. As he felt himself reaching climax Connor deftly exposed Jessica's pussy once more and ensured that Tony could see his gaze fixate on it, drinking in her most private possession as her hand finally gave him release.

Connor was mindful that Jessica could open her eyes at any moment and so, with almost unseemly haste, he moved away from her hand and zipped himself back up. By the time Jessica opened her eyes again she found herself sitting next to Tony with Tammy and Connor a respectful distance away. She cuddled into Tony and was too far lost in afterglow and alcohol to realize that he was not even panting.

Jessica whispered into Tony's ear, "Thank you, my darling. Those were wonderful moments between us."

As Connor enjoyed his minor victory Bastion was reveling in his own major victory over him. He kept his gaze fixed on Connor as he opened a channel.

"Undertaker Unit 17, this is Bastion. Do you read me?"

The voice of the professional assassin replied, "Yes sir."

"Go to the house and observe Connor. When they are asleep tonight, you are to enter the house and execute him but, and I emphasize this, the girl is neither to be alerted nor harmed in any way. I will advise when you are to enter."

"Very good, sir! We are en-route."

Bastion instructed the computer to track unit 17 and he watched with satisfaction as a flashing black dot began to close on the house.

After dinner Connor suggested that Tammy, Jessica, and Tony join him on the dance-floor. Tammy was relieved that she could speak freely to Connor when Jessica and Tony were too far away to hear. "What now?" Tammy asked him.

"We dance for a few minutes more and then we go home. I don't know about you but I've had enough excitement for one day and I am sure the audience will be happy to give us another day at least. As long as we keep the sexual element alive, the Guild should have no reason to want to terminate either of us," Connor said with a reassuring smile that did not quiet ring true to Tammy. She smiled back despite her feelings.

A short while later Connor maneuvered himself into a position where he could talk to Tony. He leaned into Tony's ear. "I sense you are new to all this cloak and dagger stuff, Tony, so I'm going to give you some advice."

Tony looked at him with suspicion and then, seemingly willing to take any advice right now, he asked, "What advice is that?"

"You are not cut out to be a Guild agent. The money attracted you but you do not have the ruthless edge. You clearly love Jessica and that is why I did not engineer any situation where my semen entered her, in deference to that love. You need out, now, before you get swallowed in and take her to hell with you."

Tony looked scared. "I know but how do you get away from the Guild?"

Connor looked at Tony with a serious expression on his face. "If you want it hard enough you can but you really have to want it. You must will yourself to be a free man. As for the practicalities, I'll leave that to your imagination. I have found in the past that one of the best places to hide, as far as the Guild is concerned, is in plain view."

Before Tony could ask his questions, Connor had moved over to Tammy. With a quick goodbye to Tony and Jessica, Connor led Tammy out of the club and into his waiting car. They drove away as the Guild mobile camera units pursued at a discreet distance.

By the time they arrived home, many of the Guild watchers had logged off for the night. Bastion was counting on them all having gone by the time Connor went to bed. He hoped to time the assassination so that he could spare the more squeamish members. Highlights would be available for those who wanted to see it of course but he wanted to present the news of Connor's death as the first item on tomorrow's daily digest. Bastion drank a cup of coffee as he watched Tammy and Connor sit in front of the TV, with all his god-like feeling returned.

At about half-past ten Connor knocked the remote control from the arm of the sofa. Bending down he cursed and shouted at Tammy. "Watch what you are doing, will you!"

Tammy was shocked by both the force and unfairness of the outburst and she shouted back. "What? You knocked it over!"

"You made me knock it over. You are hogging the sofa just like you hogged everything today!"

Tammy could not believe how petty Connor was being, screaming at her about nothing when he should be comforting her about the danger they faced. She knew she could not be specific but she alluded to her disappointment about how he was failing to give her support when she most needed him.

Bastion chuckled to himself as he watched the two of them come to a full-blown petty domestic argument about everything and ultimately nothing. For twenty minutes they bickered until Connor finally shouted, "Oh forget this! You can have the bedroom and I'll take this sofa tonight. Get out of my sight"

Tammy went to the bedroom and slammed the door.

Bastion could not have been more pleased as he saw Connor storm his way around the living room, preparing the sofa with venom and muttering to himself. Connor had separated himself nicely from Tammy and was now even easier meat. Bastion waited for half an hour after Connor lay down, to ensure he was asleep, before opening a channel.

"Bastion to undertaker unit 17. Go. Target is on the sofa in the living room, asleep. The girl is in the upstairs bedroom, also asleep."

The voice replied, "Understood, sir. We are approaching the house now."

Five hooded shadows approached the front of the house. Each was wearing dark clothing, and moved with the military precision that marked a truly professional unit. Swift, they barely made a sound as they used a silenced pistol to shatter the exterior light, plunging the garden into a darkness, which covered them perfectly as they approached the front door.

Bastion had to switch to infrared in order to see his unit in action. He was impressed at the precision and the skill being demonstrated, even though he knew that every member of an undertaker unit was handpicked from the finest that the global military complex had to offer. They never missed and they were never detected, no matter the mission.

Bastion was so intent on watching them that he only saw the movement from within the house out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly alerted, he swung his head round and saw that Connor was no longer in the living room. He opened a channel quickly.

"Unit 17, hold."

Bastion saw the unit squat and assume a defensive posture.

"What's up, sir?"

"The target has moved from the living room. I am trying to acquire him now. Standby."

"Standing by, sir."

Bastion cycled the cameras in the house until he found a yawning Connor moving up the stairs. In a few seconds he had entered the bathroom and had closed the door.

"Unit 17, the target is now in the bathroom. Proceed."

"Initiating breach procedure."

The shadows danced and the front door was silently forced open. They entered the living room and scaled the stairs, with not a single footfall registering any audible sound. Two of them took up a position outside of the bathroom whilst the other three, via a series of hand-gestures, told each other to move to the bedroom where Tammy was sleeping. One of them opened the bedroom door and then placed a canister under the bed, releasing the valve before quickly retreating and closing the door again. The silent gas filled the room in seconds and they knew that no sound on Earth would disturb her now.

The three joined the others back at the bathroom and one of them placed a listening device on the door. All heard the sound of showering and Connor muttering something to himself as he bathed. Another series of hand-gestures prepared them before they slowly opened the bathroom door. One moved in the darkened bathroom towards the shower unit and then, with a swift movement, threw it open whilst bringing his weapon to his shoulder.

As the shower opened he saw two small tablets, dislodged by the sudden movement, drop into the water. Even though his eyes suddenly began to stream, he was able to see that the shower unit was empty, except for a small digital player which had been making the sounds they had heard. He tried to turn but his strength left him before he fell down dead at the feet of his colleagues.

Bastion saw a figure run from around the side of the house. It took him a few seconds to recognize it but only one to scream a warning. "Connor's running from the house! 17 report!"

"One man down, gas! Target has breached bathroom window and has anticipated our assault, professional job too. We are withdrawing from the bathroom and will pursue target outside."

The four shadows abandoned stealth in favor of speed. They ran heavily down the stairs and breezed through the living room with practiced ease. Nonetheless, they arrived back in the front garden only in time to see Connor's car racing away.

Bastion was furious. "Get him!"

The voice was breathless as it ran towards the vehicles. "Don't worry, sir, he's a dead man."

The undertaker unit had two cars waiting and Bastion fed data into their on-board computers. It had only taken him a second to track Connor's car using the city CCTV network and the pursuers knew there was no chance of losing their target. They drove fast enough to keep in contention but slow enough not to make potential eyewitnesses stare.

As the pursuit continued, it became clear to Bastion that Connor was not fleeing randomly. His own speed was designed to maintain distance but not draw too much attention and he was heading into, not out of, the city. Bastion thought a warning was in order.

"Unit 17, please be advised. Target seems to have a place in mind. He's not fleeing widely."

"I would not have expected anything else, sir."

"Really, why?"

"The target clearly knew we were coming and our formation as we approached. It stands to reason he also planned his escape with equal care. I know I would have if it were me and, to be blunt, I think we have to assume that Connor has been trained to our level."

Bastion felt himself going cold inside. Despite the odds, a small trickle of doubt was working its way down the back of his shirt. Bastion sounded worried. "Can you take him out, unit 17?"

"Ain't a man alive who can beat us, sir! He's just making it fun that's all."

Connor's car raced into a disused underground car park, smashing the inadequate barrier as it passed. Once inside Bastion lost him, as the car park CCTV had long since ceased to function.

"Unit 17, I've lost him. I'm blind in there!"

"Just listen to the com-traffic, if you want to know what's happening, sir. We'll take it from here."

The two cars split and blocked the two main exits from the car park. Bastion saw the four men enter with caution, weapons raised. He could do little more than listen to their commentary.

"OK, listen up, this is op 3. 1 and 2, take the first level. I'm with 4 on the second. The target came here for a reason so we have to assume it's a bolt hole. He'll have weapons and possibly body-armor. He's not going to run so he's going to make a stand. Just make sure you stand taller when the time comes. Move out and stay alert."

The two pairs split up and began to search their chosen levels. They were aided not only by their low-light vision, which defeated the gloomy environment, but also by the wide-open space they now searched. After a few minutes, they reported to one another.

"Level one clear, though we found fresh tire-marks. He's gone lower."

"Two is clear as well. Anyone see how deep this thing goes?"

"At least ten levels, I think?"

OK, move on to the next two levels."

The men moved down the ramps to the next two levels and began to sweep them carefully. After about three minutes, the two men on the third level heard the lift on the far wall activate. "Movement on 4, lift activated!"

No response came from the fourth level.

"Op 1, Op 2. Did you copy that last transmission?"

Silence.

"Op 1 and 2, radio check now, please."

Silence once more answered and training called.

"OK, 4. Assume 1 and 2 are down. Come with me and let's cover the lift."

The two men rushed over to the lift. Op 3 changed his vision from low light to infrared. He scanned the lift as it continued to ascend from the depths.

"I see him. Heat-source on top of the elevator. I think he's trying to jump us so he'll have sent it to this level. Get ready. When the doors open, enter the car and blast the roof."

The men prepared themselves as the lift approached. Every well-trained muscle was ready and every operational tour they had seen made them prepared. As the doors to the lift opened, Op 4 entered the lift and fired at the roof. His automatic weapon made a mockery of the steel as each full-metal round burst through it.

Op 3 was blown to the ground as the explosion shook the lift from above. 4 screamed as the lift was hurtled to the very depths of the shaft before crashing and silencing him forever. Although winded, 3 knew better than to stay prone. He spread himself against the wall before peering down the shaft with his low-light vision. Despite being at a distance, he could make out some kind of heat-generating device on top of the lift, though one heavily damaged by the plastic explosive that had clearly been next to it.

"Hello, Colonel Potter."

The British-accented voice had come over Op 3's secure channel.

"You know me?"

"Of course I do, Colonel. You became quiet famous after you allowed your unit to massacre all those protestors."

"Two sides to every tale, Connor. I assume it is Connor I have the pleasure to speak with?"

Potter looked around level three and tried to find the best cover he could.

"So, what shall we do now, Colonel?"

"How about a nice game of chess? You come out and I'll even let you be white."

Connor laughed. "I'm not much of a games-player I'm afraid, Colonel. Certainly not when compared to your employers. However, I do intend to kill you man to man. I think that's only appropriate given that you killed so many innocents in the same fashion. Of course the main difference is that I'll let you be armed as well."

"Very sporting. Well, you know where I am. Come get me!"

Connor dropped from the roof space and landed on Potter knocking his weapon from his hand. As Potter stood up from the blow, Connor said, "With pleasure."

Potter drew his knife and entered a combat stance whilst Connor drew a side-handled baton of the type beloved by law-enforcement. He waited until Potter lunged at him before sidestepping the attack and striking Potter on the arm. Potter countered with a kick that swept the legs away from Connor before he fell upon him.

Bastion could only hear the grunts and screams as the two men fought to the death. He remained glued to his computer, as impotent as he had ever been, whilst the last of his black pawns engaged the gray knight.

After a few more moments, there was a death-scream and then silence. The channel was filled with the sound of panting and nothing more. Bastion shouted, "Did you get him?"

"Yes, thank you, Bastion," Connor said quietly "I did."

"What do you want, you bastard?"

"I want you to end your grubby little show and release the lady. I want you to listen to me. To make you do that I need you to watch your screen and note what is about to be destroyed."

Bastion pulled up a full view of his network as he heard Connor activate his mobile phone. Connor did not speak but Bastion heard the mobile disconnect before he suddenly saw an automated alarm in one of his Texan facilities. The remote monitoring had indicated a massive and fatal explosion. Connor gave Bastion a second to absorb what he was seeing.

"That was one of your remote listening stations. If you attempt to terminate the lady or me again then something worse will happen to your network. You can end this cleanly, now, by promising me that you will end your sordid little show forever and that Miss Squires will never be hurt. If you break that promise, ever, then I will make you wish you were never born."

Bastion slammed his fists on his computer. "You go to hell, Connor, or whatever the fuck your name is! You cannot threaten us! We are the most powerful force on Earth!"

"Are you? Indeed? I think not." Connor closed the channel.

Bastion felt the anger turn into nervous energy as he opened a new channel. "Aegis, are you there?"

Aegis sounded grave. "I am more than just here, Bastion, I heard it all."

"What?"

"When you shared the Sentinel file with me I took the liberty of taking your communication channel data as well. I thought that you might value my input, despite the breach in protocol, and I guess this call means that I gambled correctly?"

Bastion smiled despite himself. "You know I could report you to C for that, Aegis?"

"I'd almost welcome it if it would finally make you obey protocol yourself."

Bastion was silent for a moment. "It's not that simple, Aegis. Connor has shown himself to have not only abilities we did not imagine but also contacts that can strike my network. If I were to turn that over to C it truly would seem like an act of desperation which, when compounded by my initial decision to handle it myself, would fatally undermine my position. I will not allow that to happen."

"You are lucky that my friendship towards you blinds me to a lot of things, Bastion. It's your network Connor has targeted and, unless it spreads to mine, I will not feel compelled to report this to C myself. How do you plan to handle him?"

"Kill him."

"You heard his threat."

"Then I'll have to make sure I don't miss next time, that's all."

Aegis sighed. "What of the woman?"

"Connor is using her as a tool, nothing more. If the Guild audience sees that I have terminated someone they still drool over then they will get suspicious. It's already going to be at the limit of my skill to cover-up the death of an undertaker unit, without having to fend off their inquiries as well. Tammy Squires is our smokescreen as well as Connor's at the moment. Connor dies first and then we take care of her."

"Bastion, end this quickly before it endangers us any further."

"I'll need the rest of the night to clean up the mess, Aegis, but I promise you this. By this time tomorrow, it will all be over and Connor will be a fading memory. Bastion out."

Whilst Bastion began to secure the immediate situation, he also pulled the telephone number of an old contact from his computer.

Tammy awoke to find Connor sitting on a chair in the bedroom, watching her. It startled her for a moment before she saw the compassion in his eyes. She wondered what he was thinking. Tammy hoped to start the morning in a better frame of mind than she had ended the evening. "Good morning, grumpy."

Connor gave a half-laugh. "Good morning. I'd have made you breakfast to apologize but, as you see, I am in serious need of a shower."

Tammy suddenly realized that Connor was covered in earth and grass. "What have you been up to this morning?"

"Just a little digging in the garden, burying some waste we had lying around. Come on, I'll race you to the shower. The loser has to scrub the winner's back."

As the bathroom door closed behind them, Connor tapped Tammy on her shoulder. When she turned round, she saw the most serious look on his face that he had ever shown.

"You have to listen to me, Tammy. Bastion knows enough about me to know I am too dangerous to be allowed to live. I staged that argument last night in order to have us separate when his goons arrived and, thanks to a little preparedness, I am glad to say that I survived their close personal attention. If I had not been pre-warned, I would have been dead."

Tammy had felt that this moment would come but she was not prepared for it to have arrived so quickly. "How were you warned? They have every inch of our lives, apart from this room, under total surveillance."

Connor attempted a smile but his adrenaline would not permit even the fake mark of relaxation to grace his lips. "That's their weakness, that their coverage it too total. They have this place wired up like Green's office, just on the off chance that one of their agents might drive you home I guess. Anyway, they use hypersonic channels that are beamed directly into the inner ear in order to communicate. The one thing they have never thought they might need is a network to detect the same thing because, under normal circumstances, their victims do not even know they exist much let alone try to use such sophisticated techniques. My friends were able to use their own network to beam a warning to me."

Tammy had always assumed Connor worked alone. "Friends?"

"Like-minded individuals with no love for the Guild, free-lancers who have managed to avoid detection by working in small, seemingly unconnected groups. They know as much about the Guild as anyone outside it, even the names and faces of some of their agents. I got lucky last night. One of the units we had tagged was activated and my friends were able to follow them to the house. I am playing a dangerous game though and I wanted you to know that, if I fail, your life will be measured in days. When they get bored with you, it's over."

Tammy held Connor, more in need of support than in a gesture of support. "What are you going to do?"

"Bastion is the key. I've made this personal between him and me and now it's a game of attrition. Did you ever read about Moses?"

"Yes, the one with the staff and the split-river thing."

"I'm doing the Moses-maneuver. Calling down plagues on Bastion until the pain is no longer worth holding onto those that I wish to liberate. Last night Pharaoh said no but I am sure our paths will cross again today. Today, I feel, will make or break one of us."

"Can I help?"

Connor stroked her face lovingly. "The best thing you can do, my sweet, is to stay safe and that means playing along. Go do what Green wants today and keep your head down. I promise you that Green will suffer when Bastion falls but, for the moment, he is still not a man you want the audience to see you disappoint. Now, let's shower quickly and get moving."

Bastion watched Connor and Tammy as they left the house. By the time Connor had started the car, Bastion had dialed a number on his mobile. It rang twice before it was answered. "Hello?"

"Hello, old friend. It's Bastion."

There was a shocked pause at the other end then a cautious acknowledgement. "Long time, no speak, Bastion. Everything OK?"

"Can you still shoot?"

"Sorry?"

Bastion spoke with patience of a parent explaining why potty-training is a good idea. "Can you still shoot a rifle as well as you used to?"

The voice sounded offended. "Of course I can. I retired, I did not lose an arm."

"Then I have a chance for you to do some powerful friends of mine a favor. If you accept a job from me, they will make you a very rich man indeed. The only provisos are that you must get to Lexington by this afternoon, you are not allowed to use anyone else, and you must shoot the target without question."

Another pause followed. "I don't know about that. Lexington is a hell of a way from here and I normally insist on having a spotter alongside me."

"When you look outside your house you will see a car and a driver. They will take you to a waiting private plane. You will be here by noon and you will be provided with your favorite weapon. It will be pre-calibrated to what I know are your preferences. For certain reasons, I need to keep the numbers down to a bare minimum, so you will have to shoot alone. I know you can do it or I would not have called you. You are the finest shot in the land."

He thought. "OK, but only as a special favor to you, Bastion. I am on my way."

Bastion closed the cell-phone with a snap of triumph. He opened a channel to Aegis, who sounded sleepy when he answered. "Yes, Bastion? News for me?"

"Sorry to wake you, Aegis."

"That presupposes I managed to get some sleep last night, Bastion. You may have slept soundly but I can assure you that with the Connor situation unresolved, I did not."

"It will be over very soon. I have just arranged for a friend to execute Connor."

"Which one of our units is he from?"

"He's not, he's a freelance."

Aegis spluttered in shock. "A freelance? With all the power you have within the Guild, you called in a criminal hit-man?"

"Connor knew that the undertaker unit was coming. He must have people who are tagging some, if not all, of the resources we have in the city. I could not take the chance of them warning him again. Relax, Aegis, this guy is the finest sniper that the army has produced in forty years."

"He's still a loose-end, Bastion. If he's not working directly for us he could compromise us."

"He knows nothing about us other than that we will pay him well. I'll call you when it's done. Bastion out."

Connor dropped Tammy off at her work with a small kiss on the cheek. Tammy had barely entered the lift before he had driven away at speed, leaving the lift doors to close on one world before opening on another. She feared what Green had in store for her today.

Tammy knocked on Green's door and waited.

"Come in."

She entered the office and saw Green sitting behind his desk. Although his manner had been intimate yesterday, it was as if he had never seen her before today. He motioned her to sit down. "Good morning, Miss Squires. Your duties will take you outside the office today and you will need to dress far more conservatively. Get changed into the clothes I have prepared for you and then return to me."

Green looked down at his paperwork to indicate that the conversation was over. Tammy saw that the prepared garments were indeed very conservative and clearly designed to give the impression of professionalism. As she changed into them she expected Green to look at her, thrill once more in his power over her sexuality, but he remain steadfastly intent on his paperwork. A small part of Tammy felt disappointed and ashamed, as if she were a small child who had hoped but failed to win approval from an abusive parent.

Tammy moved back to the desk when she had changed completely. She looked the very picture of the modest yet highly paid efficient person.

Green smiled as she went over to him. "You look very nice, Miss Squires. More importantly, you will fit the expectations of a lady you are going to meet shortly. Take a look at this photograph."

Tammy looked at the photograph that Green handed her. It contained a surveillance shot of a very distinguished looking middle-aged lady who was getting out of a car.

"Do you recognize her, Tammy?"

"No, should I?"

Green shook his head in mock chastisement. "Where is the interest in politics amongst the youth of today I wonder? If you watched more than soaps, Tammy, you'd know that this is Barbara Taylor, wife of Congressman Taylor, who is heading an investigative committee right now."

Tammy suddenly felt herself become cold. She did not like where this was beginning to lead.

"Congressman Taylor is, shall we say, fighting a personal crusade against the business interests of certain friends of mine. He's a fanatic about open government and the defeat of what he calls the shadow networks that he claims run everything from behind the scenes. Unfortunately he's gained powerful support within Congress and his crackpot views are in danger of becoming universally accepted. You are going to change that by the end of the day."

The suggestion was so outrageous that Tammy found herself laughing in disbelief. Cursing herself for forgetting the danger of her situation, she attempted to seem less disrespectful by turning it into a coughing fit. "You cannot be serious, sir. How can I do that? I don't even know him."

Green seemed to forgive her incredulity but he nonetheless assumed a grave tone of voice. "Through his wife. She is due to meet her accountant at the house today for a routine check of her personal finances. She has used the same firm for many years and trusts them implicitly. Her regular accountant has suddenly been taken ill today and you will present yourself as his replacement. In this way you will gain access to the house and from there I will advise you via a radio link."

Tammy became fearful again. "I don't know the first thing about accountancy."

"Neither does she. Your credentials have been prepared and we already have a completed report for her based on her financial details, which we know intimately. All you have to do is look the part and follow the instructions that I will relay to you via these."

Green reached into his desk and handed Tammy a pair of clear-glass spectacles. Tammy put them on whilst Green took a small microphone from his pocket.

When he next spoke, Tammy heard his voice whispering from behind her left ear. "As well as allowing covert communication, the spectacles also contain a miniature camera which transmits to a certain web-site. I can access it via my laptop from here and thus will be able to see and hear everything you do once you are inside."

Green could see Tammy was still looking uncertain and he knew he had to settle her nerves. He used a combination of threat and promise. "The Congressman represents a direct threat to this company, and needs to be discredited. If you refuse to help then I will be forced to question your loyalty not only to the company but also to myself. If, however, you succeed in what I have in mind then you will receive a substantial bonus as a token of the company's gratitude. No-one's going to get hurt, I promise, and the threat to you is minimal."

Remembering what Connor had said to her Tammy agreed. Within fifteen minutes she had left the office and was driving to the Congressman's house.

The phone sounded in Green's office. Green was unsure as to why it was being used, as it was for emergency Guild contact only, so he answered with some trepidation. "Hello?"

"Green, this is Bastion." The voice on the other side of the phone sounded cold.

Green became alarmed. "What's up sir?"

"What are you up to with Tammy Squires today?"

Green regained his composure. He was not a man to be bullied, even by someone as powerful as this.

"You said I had complete control over what happened to the subject during working hours. You also said you wanted more of a soap opera feel, something to give the daytime feed an edge."

Bastion exploded. "I did not give you permission to make up Guild policy on the fly! We've got Congressman Taylor under intense pressure and it's only a matter of time before we take him down!"

"Yes, Bastion, it is but, before you lose your rag entirely, can you consider this? What's Taylor's greatest political strength?"

Bastion was taken aback for a second. It was long enough to calm down and think before answering. "That's easy, his virtue. He and that damn wife have been married for twenty years and there is no sexual scandal, no fraud and no corruption to be found anywhere. Believe me we've tried."

"OK. Tammy Squires is dead-meat one day soon when your viewers get tired of her. She's a loose end for only a short while and this way I will bring Taylor down for the Guild whilst your viewers get a voyeur-vision like nothing they have ever seen before. It's got power play, scandal, sex, danger, and a real payoff against a political opponent most of them have personal reason to hate. That, my friend, is pure drama and it will keep them locked on the daytime feed for weeks to come."

Bastion was taken aback a second time. He congratulated himself once more on the choice of such a natural showman but, as is the nature of bullies, he feared retribution if his actions were to be exposed.

"What if it goes wrong, Green?"

"It won't. You hate the Congressman more than most, don't you, Bastion?"

"He's been a thorn in my side for far too long, that's for certain."

Green played his ace card. He appealed to Bastion's need to feel powerful. "Let me run with this, Bastion. I promise you by the end of the day, not only will Congressman Taylor be neutered but also his wife will be begging to kneel down and suck your dick in front of his face."

Green heard the silence on the other end of the telephone and he knew that he'd scored. By the time Bastion's voice returned it had a strained quality as his base power-lust fought his professionalism in order to express itself. "Make it happen."

"Yes, sir. She'll be there in a second so I'd better hang up and get to it. Goodbye."

Green hung up the telephone and accessed the web page via his laptop. He could see Tammy approach the Congressman's house and he sat back to direct the show.

Tammy approached the house and took several deep breaths before she rang the bell. In a few moments the lady from the photograph appeared and opened the door. "Hello?"

"Hello, Mrs. Taylor. My name is Tammy Squires and I am a replacement for Mr. Jessop. He's been taken ill and so rather than cancel the appointment the firm has sent me as a replacement."

Barbara Taylor looked at Tammy for a moment. Tammy was at first worried that she'd not been convincing enough, but soon realized it was her youth that was causing the puzzled looks.

"No offence, my dear, but are you properly qualified? You look very young when compared to Mr. Jessop."

Tammy smiled in the most convincing manner she knew how and presented her credentials. Once Barbara had read the impressive list, she visibly relaxed and invited Tammy in.

The house was beautiful from top to bottom with expensive furniture being framed by objects of fine art. Tammy began to pretend to work on her laptop whilst Barbara presented her with a bewildering array of paperwork and a coffee.

Tammy was relieved that Barbara found accountancy even more of a bore than she did because it meant Barbara left her alone after the initial look.

Green thought it best to steady Tammy's nerves as he spoke into his microphone. "Well done, Miss Squires. Now I need you to get a proper look around the house for me but in order to do that, you will have to drug Mrs. Taylor. The underneath of the delete key of that laptop has been hollowed out. In there, you will find a pill, which will send her into natural but un-wakeable sleep twenty minutes after she consumes it. Place it into her drink on your next break in, say, an hour."

Tammy quickly found and pocketed the pill before continuing her pretence of work. About an hour later, she found Barbara sitting in the kitchen.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Taylor, but may I make myself another drink, please?"

Barbara smiled warmly. "Of course you may, my dear."

Tammy nervously walked over to the kettle and filled it. Trying to keep her voice light, she asked, "Would you like one as well?"

It seemed like an age before Barbara replied during which time Tammy issued a silent prayer.

"Well I don't normally in the morning but yes, Earl Grey would be nice. Thank you."

Tammy breathed a silent thank you as she added the pill to the Earl Grey. It was then a small matter of making even smaller talk for about fifteen minutes before Barbara had finished her tea. Tammy went back to her laptop and began to work again, waiting for the inevitable. Sure enough, Barbara popped her head around the door in about another quarter of an hour.

"I am sorry, my dear, but I am suddenly feeling a little fatigued. Maybe I am coming down with something and that would never do before the event tonight. I am going for a little lie-down on the bed. I trust you will be OK to work on down here?"

Tammy nodded perhaps a little too eagerly but the drug was kicking in too much for Barbara to notice.

As Barbara began to ascend the stairs, Green spoke to Tammy via his transmitter. "Mrs. Taylor and her husband are attending a charity masquerade ball tonight downtown and that's why she's concerned for her health. The good Congressman will undoubtedly use the occasion to socialize with new potential allies. You will be pleased to know, Tammy, that you will be attending tonight as well.

"For the moment, however, I want you to wait five more minutes and then use the lead we've given you to plug the laptop into the USB port of their downstairs computer. Once you have, it will copy all the data on the hard-drive and that may give us a better idea about whom the Congressman is talking to."

Tammy did as she was instructed whilst Green heard his telephone sound again.

"Hello, Bastion. See, it's as easy as pie."

"So far so good but I want more for the show than just a data-grab. Let me talk to Tammy myself."

Green became a little concerned at the lust he heard in Bastion's voice. "OK, boss, but just be careful. Barbara will be out for an hour tops and any sort of penetration will be felt by her when she awakes."

"I know how to be subtle, Mr. Green. Introduce me to Tammy, please."

Tammy was just completing the download when Green's voice sounded over the transmitter again. "Miss Squires, I have been joined in the office by another executive from the company. Do not ask his name but simply obey him like you would me."

"Ok," Tammy said.

Bastion was breathing heavily as he talked into his headset. "Hello, Tammy. I want you to go upstairs now and please find Barbara Taylor."

As Bastion saw Tammy move up the stairs, he could feel his heart beating faster. Congressman Taylor had thwarted him for many years, forcing him to endure Taylor's smug attitude and the self-important mannerisms of his wife. Now that the wife was at his mercy, albeit by disposable proxy, Bastion intended to savor every moment.

Tammy entered the master bedroom and saw Barbara lying on her back on the bed. She was sleeping peacefully and was still wearing the outfit she had been downstairs. Bastion looked through Tammy's eyes and wished he could be there in person but for the moment, Tammy would have to mimic his desires instead.

"OK, Tammy, move slowly over to Barbara and kiss her, as you would a lover, until I tell you to stop. You are not allowed to penetrate her mouth with your tongue however."

Tammy softly moved over to the sleeping woman and began to kiss her gently. The old sensations flowed through Tammy as she did so, sensations of shame and fear that were mingled with the sheer power she had. She knew that part of her was thrilled to exert such dominion over other people and it had ceased to shock her now. Tammy had to obey the Guild until Connor could rescue her and so she reasoned she might as well attempt to enjoy it.

Bastion found himself stroking his erection as he watched the lesbian kissing. He knew that the straight-laced Barbara Taylor would be horrified if she were conscious, and it thrilled him all the more for that.

"That's fine, Tammy. Now please stop and open Mrs. Taylor's shirt, paying close attention to keeping the camera in your spectacles trained on her chest."

Bastion saw the shirt being opened and the view from the spectacle-cam, with just Tammy's hands visible around the frame, made it almost seem like his hands were hers. Bastion's own hands were not idle either.

Tammy could hear the soft exertion in Bastion's voice and she laughed to herself. Whoever this clown was, he was not as cool as Green about things. He was clearly masturbating, and Tammy knew she had almost as much control over him as she did over the woman in front of her.

"Remove her bra, Tammy. I want to see the breasts of Barbara Taylor."

Tammy was careful to keep a good view of Barbara's chest for this idiot whilst she undid the bra. She heard Bastion's gasp as the breasts became exposed and realized for the first time that something else was happening here. Whoever this man was, he had some kind of deep, personal stake in all this. Clearly, Barbara was to become his trophy as well as just a woman to masturbate over.

"Now, Tammy, I want you to put your spectacle camera somewhere where it can see the entire bed. Not too far away though because I want to be able to see her face at all times. It's not enough for me to see a pair of breasts, I want to always know that they are her breasts."

Tammy placed her spectacles in position whilst Green amended the zoom to ensure Bastion saw what he wanted and called Tammy on her mobile phone to maintain voice contact. He patched the line through to Bastion who was by now lost in his own passion with all pretence at professionalism fast dwindling. Bastion was fast becoming more a two-cent voyeur than master of all he surveyed.

"Kiss and lick her breasts for me, Tammy."

Green intervened, alarmed. "No, don't, Tammy! Sir, if Miss Squires leaves saliva on Barbara's body then the scent may be enough to alarm her when she awakens. The mouth was fine because there is plenty to mix it around in there."

Tammy was suddenly jolted by the slip Green had made. He had called that idiot "sir". Surely, this fool could not be the Bastion that Connor had mentioned?

Bastion sounded disappointed but resigned. "Is there any other part that saliva would not be a problem, Mr. Green?"

Green knew that he could please Bastion without endangering the higher goals. He pointedly replied, "Anywhere where natural body fluids would swamp any smell from Tammy with one from Barbara."

Bastion did not need any more signposts. He regained a new rush of adrenaline. "OK, Tammy. In that case, we need to find a natural repository for the fluids of the good lady there. Slowly unzip her trousers for me, please."

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