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Subject: {ASSM} New: Who Wants To Rule The World Part4 ( mc, nc, mf, ff )
Date: Sat, 18 May 2002 19:10:04 -0400
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Who Wants To Rule The World?  Part 4 ( mc, nc, mf, ff )
Farleven   ( farleven@yahoo.com )
May 2002
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/farleven/www/

Sarah stayed curled up in a little ball in a recessed portion of the 
harem, trying to avoid the depravity around her.  She had anxiously 
awaited Jenny's return, but Jenny's behavior had scared Sarah as soon 
as Holli had closed the harem doors again.  Jenny was still in her 
pixie slave trance, and had put the moves on her friend.  Only after 
Sarah shirked away did Jenny stop, and in mere moments she spotted a 
group of women entwined in passionate endeavors and ran off to join 
them.  Sarah sobbed as she watched her friend give into every depravity 
two women could share.  Finally, she'd seen enough and Sarah turned 
away and hid herself off to the side of the room to avoid further 
notice as best she could.

"Hello, there, are you okay?  Well, okay for being here anyway." Piped 
up a slight but clearly concerned voice.  Sarah turned from her own 
thoughts and looked up at another naked young woman, thankfully lacking 
the obvious distortions of a pixie.  This girl looked every bit 
natural, though certainly lovely, with a shapely figure, firm breasts 
and a darling face all draped with her long brown hair.  Sarah had 
gotten somewhat used to the nudity surrounding her, but that didn't 
stop her from recognizing beauty either.  The best part was the look of 
concern and not lust in the girl's eyes, obviously she wasn't another 
of the man's sex toys who just wanted to fuck.

"I guess." Sarah replied, still curled up.  

"I'm Molly, do you mind if I sit here?" Molly asked and patiently 
hovered over a cushion.  

"No." Sarah replied simply.  She realized then how rude she was being, 
especially to someone who hadn't came over and felt her up.  "I'm 
Sarah."

"Nice to meet you, Sarah." Molly smiled and sat down.  "I understand 
the first day jitters, I had them too.  I lost a girlfriend to that 
damn pixie maker too and I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry."

"Jenny's gone then, isn't she?" Sarah felt herself start to tear up.  
Jenny had been such a good friend and to be able to do nothing but 
watch as she was transformed was wreaking a terrible vengeance on 
Sarah.
"Mostly, I know Amber still knows who she is, and everything, but she's 
totally a pixie now.  Jenny will fade in and out depending on how 
aroused she gets.  Eventually she'll stop caring about anything but 
being a pixie.  I wish I didn't have to tell you that, but it's easier 
to hear then it is to watch it." Molly answered.  She'd shown up here 
under much the same circumstances as Sarah, having been kidnapped with 
a friend.  Molly had been forced to watch her friend fade away and 
become an unrestrained pixie slave.  Molly had done everything she 
could think of to slow down the process, but in the end Amber had 
simply given into the pleasure.

"How could you stand to see that?" Sarah asked.  She'd been wracked by 
grief since Jenny had first been changed, and she couldn't see herself 
feeling better any time soon.

"I broke down and cried for days.  Then Master took me to his room and 
fixed me, well he made me okay with the new Amber anyway.  I still 
haven't decided if I should be mad at him about that or not.  He'll 
probably do that to you too if he thinks he has too.  Just keep that in 
mind." Molly explained.  She could still summon up the anguish she'd 
felt at watching Amber fade, but it was hollow now.  Molly wasn't happy 
about what had been done to either her or Amber, but she didn't feel 
ripped apart about it either.

"How long have you been here?" Sarah asked, suddenly curious about her 
new friend.  Somehow, she knew that Molly was just that, and in this 
moment of need Sarah couldn't have asked for anything more than someone 
to help bare the pain.

"About three months.  It's amazing how you get used to being here, 
waiting to get fucked by some sicko and avoid the constant lesbian 
orgy.  Still, you're the first real person I've talked to except for 
Holli, and she's even more twisted than Master is." Molly said.  She 
did find it hard to believe how used to being some man's sex toy she'd 
become.  Of course she knew part of that was because of Master tweaking 
her thoughts to not mind her enslavement.  It didn't make her like it, 
though Molly was slowly coming to grips with the fact that certain 
parts of her stay had been most enjoyable.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to this place.  Or this Master guy." 
Sarah grimaced just thinking of the fact that some guy had made her his 
sex slave.  She fought back the sudden surge of need from between her 
legs and the memories of pure pleasure from her first day here.  

"Well, he'll make sure of it eventually, either you get used to it or 
he kind of forces it on you.  I'm sure you know that already.  It could 
be worse though, at least he's not into bondage or torture or anything, 
just humiliation.  It sucks but at least it's pleasure." Molly replied.  
There wasn't much doubt about that.  In her first few days she'd been 
concerned that Master would be into such things, and was relieved to no 
end to find that he almost exclusively enjoyed basic pleasure inducing 
sex.  That didn't cut down on the negative aspects of being a sex 
slave, but at least it wasn't another negative.

Sarah finally started to relax a bit with Molly.  Strange as this place 
was, it was good to have someone relatively normal to talk to.  Even 
though she was still stark naked and could hear the din of a lesbian 
orgy nearby, Sarah started to feel almost normal again.

The two girls continued to chat for a while.  Molly told of how she'd 
ended up as another of Master's prisoners, which was much like Sarah's 
recollection.  Before that Molly had been a college student as well, 
though not with any real direction in her studies.  Still, that didn't 
leave her any more willing than Sarah to be turned into someone's toy.

"Hello, Molly, I see you've made a new friend." Holli chirped as she 
walked up to the two girls.  She was naked as usual, but carrying a 
shimmering white garment in her arm.  

"Bitch!" Molly grunted as she rolled onto her hands and knees and 
promptly started to lick Holli's toes.  She tried to fight against the 
waves of pleasure that rolled through her with every lick, but she had 
barely started tongue Holli's big toe when Molly snaked a hand between 
her legs to start stroking herself.  Since her first day, Molly had an 
instant dislike for Holli, strong enough that she had many outbursts in 
front of Master.  In the end, he had decided to deal with it by making 
Molly worship Holli's feet whenever Holli was near, unless she told 
Molly to stop.  Every lick Molly made would bring her nearly to orgasm, 
and she would linger on that edge as she worshiped, until Holli gave 
her permission to cum, something Holli rarely did.

Holli smiled at the naked girl at her feet then turned her attention to 
Sarah.  "Molly has always been temperamental, but Master was kind 
enough to show her who the true mistress of this harem is.  Now, Sarah, 
he wishes for your company, please put these on and I will take you to 
him."

Sarah gingerly accepted the garments from Holli and stood up solemnly.  
She knew she didn't have a real choice, but she didn't want to do this 
either.  She opened up the garments to see what she had, and whimpered.  
Sarah held out a shear white chemise that she could easily see through 
and a frilly pair of crotchless white panties.  "I can't wear this!  
It's indecent!"

"Of course, sweetie, it's just wrapping for your sexy little body to 
show it off.  Now hurry up, Master doesn't like to be kept waiting." 
Holli ordered, savoring Molly's degradation and Sarah's obvious dismay.  
Sarah was not only being dress up in revealing clothes, but she knew 
she was about to be used again and Holli loved watching her squirm.

Sarah weighed her option for only a few moments.  If she resisted, it 
wouldn't be for long and she'd loose another part of herself, her 
modesty.  Not that it was helping her much right now, she didn't want 
to think about having more of her mind messed with.  On top of 
everything else, she could feel her pussy stirring in anticipation of 
getting a real cock soon, further sapping Sarah's will to resist.  In 
the end she surrendered, pulling the top over her head and pulling on 
the panties.  Sarah frowned at how lewdly her breasts tented out the 
smooth chemise all the way from the tips of her already hard nipples.  
She had to admit that the fabric felt wonderfully enticing as it flowed 
over her skin, and if not for the current circumstances she might even 
have enjoyed it.  Sarah didn't like the fact that the top was 
essentially transparent though, or that her puffed pussy lips were 
sticking out lewdly from the hole in the panties she was now wearing.

"Oh, you look just darling, Master will love it.  Come on now." Holli 
turned back towards the harem room door.  She pushed away Molly's face 
with her feet, the long established way of telling Molly to stop 
licking at Holli's feet.  Molly looked up with a scowl, still fuming 
about being made to service Holli in such a degrading way.  Holli loved 
it, but Master had sent her on a mission, and that took precedence over 
her own indulgence.

Sarah sulked as she strolled along after Holli, dreading what was about 
to happen and how she knew she'd react.  She was already sopping with 
heat between her legs in anticipation, and that just reinforce for her 
just how terrible her situation truly was.  Not only that, but she had 
never parading around in anything this revealing especially in front of 
a man.  Even though she'd already been stark naked and thoroughly 
ravished by this man, Sarah was still thoroughly embarrassed about 
showing off her nearly naked body like this.  The jiggling of her 
unrestrained breasts against the fabric just reinforced how indecently 
dressed she felt, a final indignity against everything else.

Holli knew all of this as she walked just ahead of Master's new pet.  
Sarah was just the kind of woman that Master always enjoyed, shy, 
reserved and hiding a radiant beauty.  These kinds of girls all had the 
same flavor, and reacted in much the same way to Master's indulgences.  
With Sarah, however, Holli would get one additional pleasure before 
throwing the girl into Master's waiting arms.  As they walked up to the 
doors of Master's room, she pulled around behind Sarah and reached up 
between her legs, enjoying the silk smoothness of Sarah's inner thighs.

"Hey!" Sarah objected as Holli cupped her quivering mound.  Sarah 
squirmed as she felt fingers parting her nether lips and playing with 
her clit.  Then Sarah mewed as Holli's fingers sank into her pussy and 
pulled the walking dildo from Sarah's folds with one smooth motion.  
The feeling of movement inside her pussy sent shivers of pleasure 
through Sarah, and moments later a profound emptiness between her legs 
filled Sarah with renewed longings.

"You can't very well see Master with you're pussy plugged," Holli 
remarked as she licked Sarah's toy with a long run up the side.  "You 
taste wonderful, we'll have to play sometime and I can show you how 
much fun two girls can have."

Sarah was too humiliated to respond, totally overwhelmed by the whole 
notion that she was being used and she could do nothing to save 
herself.  In fact, she feared that she would end up begging for it 
because of the new need she now had to be fucked.

Holli saw the look of overwhelming despair on Sarah's face and quickly 
embraced the girl in an almost tender way.  "Don't worry, you'll do 
fine and Master will love you, you're just his type.  Play along and 
you'll have the ride of your life, believe me."

Sarah wanted to cry at that, but fought it back, she didn't want to 
show Holli just how despondent she truly was.  Later there would be 
plenty of time to cry, and hopefully Molly would be there to help her.  
Now all that was left was to endure this horror and hope beyond all 
reason that she could find a way out of this terrible place.

"Alright, honey, time to go, you've kept Master waiting long enough." 
Holli pulled open the door to his room and quickly shoved Sarah inside.  

Sarah felt the rush of airflow over her as Holli closed the door.  
Instantly, Sarah felt her vulnerability again, and moved to cover 
herself with her hand and arm.  No sooner had she done so than she 
heard him howl with laughter.

"Hello, Sarah, feeling a little self conscious today?" He smiled as he 
surveyed her shivering form.  He could tell from just looking at her 
that she was bouncing between passion, fear and humiliation.  This was 
perfect for him, he loved his girls like this.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Sarah whined, regretting it almost 
instantly.  She just felt so utterly overwhelmed that she didn't know 
what to do.  This wasn't what she wanted, yet she could feel the 
growing need from between her legs taking its toll on her will.  She 
didn't want to fight that, but the thought of being a toy for someone 
else, aside from the fucking, still fueled her resistance.

"Oh, Sarah, please, come here." Master bowed his head and looked 
genuinely concerned.  He was too, in a way.  He certainly didn't want 
Sarah to be upset, not this way at least.  He was used to it though, as 
most girls took a few sessions to work past the core of their old 
moralities.

Sarah stood still for a moment, weighing her options.  She knew he 
still held the ultimate trump card, the ability to change her thoughts 
at his whim.  So, she moved to him, though she still kept strategically 
covering herself.

"You don't have to cover yourself like that, Sarah.  You have a lovely 
body and you should allow others to enjoy it." Master prodded.  He 
didn't prefer to be very direct with his own girls.  If Sarah resisted 
enough, he would force her, but he knew that the punishment he could 
offer was good enough to convince most girls easily, at least at this 
point in their use.

Sarah let his words sink in, knowing exactly what he wanted.  She again 
ran over the potential punishments he could offer, wondering if it 
wouldn't almost be better to have her fears and embarrassment washed 
away.  Then she remembered what Holli had said about girls that he no 
longer had interest in, and Sarah didn't want to speed along the 
process of being sold into even more remote slavery.

Master smiled as Sarah's arms crept to her sides, slowly uncovering her 
charms.  She blushed deeply as he took in the site of her nearly naked 
form, nicely displayed through sheer material.  He motioned for her to 
come to his side.  She hesitated for a moment, but then walked up 
beside where he was sitting on a bed of pillows.  

This was the moment that Sarah realized he was completely naked, as she 
found her place beside him.  She couldn't keep her pussy from clenching 
in need as she saw his erect member standing out.  Sarah knew just how 
good it would be to have it's thick length fully inside her and the 
part of her that had forgotten her modesty was already looking forward 
to being fucked again.  

Master smiled as he saw Sarah's face contort with lust and despair as 
she stared between his legs.  No doubt her unrestrained views on being 
fucked were conflicting with the rest of her mores that were still in 
place.  He enjoyed the conflict, but he also had a beautiful and nearly 
naked young woman standing at his side, and he wanted very much to give 
her a far more personal experience.

Sarah squealed in surprise as he wrapped his hands around her waist and 
pulled her down beside him.  He seated her at his side and reached up 
to cup her rounded breasts through her top.  Sarah failed to fight down 
moans of pleasure as he gently fondled her.  Her arousal had been 
unleashed from the moment Holli had unplugged her and now Sarah 
couldn't suppress her body's reaction to the tender attention she was 
receiving.

"You should be proud of your body, Sarah.  There isn't a man alive that 
wouldn't want to enjoy your beauty." Master whispered into her ear as 
he continued playing with her soft mounds.  He enjoyed the feeling of 
real breasts far more than the perfectly molded orbs on his pixies and 
Sarah's were perfect, still firm and perky with youth.  He could spend 
all day enjoying them, and he was in no hurry today.

Sarah just sat there and endured, trying not to let him think she was 
enjoying his massage as much as she truly was.  Most of the boys she'd 
been with had appreciated her breasts, but getting her in the sack was 
their true interest.  Master was different, she noted as he took his 
time caressing her twin orbs.  He was slow, patient, and seemed to 
savor her pert pair.  Before today, Sarah wouldn't have believed she 
could be brought to orgasm just from having her breasts played with, 
but he was teaching her a lesson today.  His fingers seemed to know 
just how to squeeze and rub and press her tender flesh, and 
occasionally she would gasp as he tweaked or rubbed one of her hardened 
little nipples.

"Do you like this?" He whispered again as he continued.  He'd already 
noticed Sarah had ceased to shrink from his touch and was actually 
pressing her chest into his hands openly and wiggling into his fingers.  
Fucking a girl to orgasm was easy, especially in the state Sarah was 
in, but breasts were a far more challenging avenue, and Master enjoyed 
the challenge.  

"Mmm hmm" Sarah hummed, not wanting to put her true feelings into 
words.  Somehow, expressing how much she was enjoying his touch in 
words would violate her honor more than any other way.  She'd never 
been stimulated this way before, and her breasts were simply sparkling 
with energy with his every caress.  

Master could feel his new pet quivering on the verge of release and 
continued molding her flesh with his hands.  With just one orgasm like 
this, Sarah would be putty in his hands for the rest of the day, 
regardless of her previous misgivings.  With any luck she might even 
become enthusiastic over their coupling, but Master wasn't expecting 
that from Sarah quite yet.  A few more sessions with her and she might 
become that pliable.  Still, he was more than willing to enjoy her just 
as she was now and let her progress as she would.

By now Sarah was no longer repressing any of the moans boiling up 
through her throat.  She was in heaven, and for the moment everything 
else around her fell away.  Even the empty need from between her legs 
was dwarfed by the fires being lit on her chest.  

Then he took both of her quaking orbs in his hands and squeezed the 
firmly.  Sarah cried out as she felt her body explode in a mass of 
pleasure all coming from her chest.  She fell back onto him as a wave 
of raw energy crashed through her wiping all remaining thought from her 
mind.

Master held her comfortably against himself as Sarah enjoyed the 
feeling he had stirred within her.  He enjoyed playing with tigers, and 
enjoyed taming them just as much.  He was already slipping his hand 
between her legs and parting them so he could explore her mound.  He 
smiled when Sarah opened herself for him with no more than a casual 
touch at the top of her mound.  She would be tame for his pleasures 
tonight, he thought as he slipped his fingers between her damp folds.

Sarah mewed at his explorations, still too awash in pleasure to object 
to his indecent advancing.  In fact she found herself enjoying his 
touch between her lower lips.  He had just primed her body for sex, and 
Sarah didn't want to stop now.  Her pussy was aching to be filled and 
her body was still rippling with the pleasure his touch had stirred.  
Sarah knew her inhibitions dropped once she was aroused, and she was 
burning with heat now.

"Did you enjoy that, Sarah?  Are you ready to serve me?" Master asked 
as his fingers ruffled the engorged petals between her legs.  

His question brought Sarah a little bit of clarity back to her against 
the backdrop of passion.  Still, while she now remembered how she came 
to be in this man's arms, she couldn't deny the pleasures she'd just 
enjoyed or the needs she now had.  Even if she was not under the cloud 
of soul robbing punishment, Sarah wouldn't have been able to stop 
herself from doing just what he wanted her to.  She turned to look up 
at him shyly while she sent a hand between his legs to take hold of the 
hard shaft resting there.

"I liked it, sir," Sarah whispered meekly as she wrapped her fingers 
around him, "And you can do whatever you want to me."

Master looked down into her sheepishly lustful eyes, and broke out 
laughing.  The sight of such lust and shyness combined was more than he 
could fight.  Sarah looked up at him in surprise at his rather 
unexpected roars of laughter, but he didn't give her long to consider 
it.  He fell back into the pillows and picked Sarah up by the waist and 
deposited her on his stomach with her legs straddling his sides.  He 
took a moment to enjoy the sight of this lovely girl, lost to the 
ravages of lust resting for a moment atop him, her breasts still 
proudly tenting out the shear fabric of her top.  He didn't regret 
choosing her for a moment.

He looked up into her eyes and smiled.  She nodded warmly in response 
and lifted her hips and moved to ride him just as Jenny had done only 
days before.  Sarah wasn't thinking of that now, rather her entire 
attention was on the man beneath her, and the wonderful cock that was 
about to satisfy the horrible emptiness in her pussy.  Master watched 
Sarah position herself with merrily, looking forward to a very 
enjoyable afternoon with his latest toy.

***


"Master?"  Wendy asked draping herself seductively against Marcus's 
side and looking up at him with her best-lost puppy pout.

"Yes?" Marcus prompted as he tried to walk with her clinging to him.

"Do I really have to wear these clothes, Master?  They're so itchy and 
I know I look much better without them!" Wendy whimpered.  She was 
dressed in a simple silk dress, the smoothest, most comfortable fabric 
that could be found.  It showed off Wendy's form nicely as well, 
hanging from her spherical breasts and slinking against her legs.  
Marcus had tried to get her into more conservative clothes, but she 
came as close to outright refusal as a slave could get.  In the end he 
didn't have the strength to force it on her, and instead made her wear 
this dress.  Wendy wasn't pleased exactly, but after looking in the 
mirror she ceased her more severe resistance.  Marcus figured that this 
was part of her slave training, not to dress decently.  It would cut 
down on the chance that she could easily escape if she somehow regained 
the will to do so.  Aside from that, she did have a stunning body, and 
if it wasn't for the other agents, Marcus would have been content to 
let her exhibitionist streak rule her.

"I told you, that is not appropriate when we're out like this.  If you 
don't want to wear the dress you can go back to your room." Marcus 
replied calmly.  He hadn't even wanted to take her out of her room 
given her behavior, but after a few hours by herself, Wendy had started 
crying to see him.  Finally it was decided that she could tag along 
with him so long as she behaved, and part of that was wearing clothes.

"Okay, Master." Wendy smiled, snuggling into him even more fiercely.  
She only wanted to be naked because she knew he would enjoy her sexy 
body all the more that way.  Wendy knew girls didn't normally go around 
in the nude, but she didn't mind, anything she could do to please her 
master was acceptable to her.  

Marcus just shook his head in frustration, not knowing what to do with 
his new sex slave.  That was something he never thought he'd have to 
deal with.  Through all the cases he'd dealt with, he'd wistfully 
thought about the good side of having a sex slave.  That was all 
fantasy however, and even though Wendy certainly fit the mold in terms 
of performance in bed, Marcus had never considered the ramifications of 
having a clinging, adoring girl latched onto his side while trying to 
do his work.

"You haven't had her surgically attached have you?" Mel quizzed as she 
saw her partner's predicament.  She wanted to break out laughing, but 
she'd already done enough of that in the last day watching the pair 
going all over the Bureau together.  

"Of course not.  She just likes my company." Marcus tried to put a good 
spin on having his new companion latched to him at the hip.

Wendy suddenly pulled away from him and stepped in front of Marcus, 
thrusting out both her chest and her hand to Mel.  "Hi!  I'm Wendy 
Braumer, and I am Master's new slave girl."

Mel looked at the perky girl in front of her with an odd wonderment.  
She'd seen mind control work before, yet she couldn't recall ever 
seeing something this outwardly entrenched.  Mel had to fight off the 
notion that this girl truly wanted this existence, Wendy was that 
convincing.  "Yeah, I know, we met earlier.  I'm Mel, Marcus's 
partner."

"I guess, but that was before.  I've only really been alive for two 
days, since Master claimed me." Wendy chimed back, smiling fully as she 
shook Mel's hand.

Marcus rolled his eyes again.  This wasn't anything knew to him, Wendy 
had been going on like that since he'd freed her tongue.  After he'd 
recovered from their first coupling, Marcus had done what he could to 
free Wendy from her programming.  He gave her back her name, and gave 
her free rein over her actions.  Still, Wendy had been fully 
conditioned to be a sex slave, and even when given the choice, she 
would submit joyously to Marcus.  He learned that she remembered 
everything about her old life, but she didn't care, nothing mattered 
except for Marcus.  

"So, how is she?" Mel asked her partner.  She didn't want to be rude, 
but something about Wendy just sent shivers up her spine.  Mel knew 
what it was, the fact that a girl could be so completely subverted, and 
that notion scared her.  Mel carried a deep hatred for mind controllers 
from all the damage they'd done, but Wendy was a sick work of art 
compared to the rest, a testament to the depths of evil in the world.

"We have a couple more sessions with the telepaths later today.  They 
think they're making progress, but I haven't really noticed.  Otherwise 
we've about pumped Wendy out of all the information she knows." Marcus 
replied.

"Yeah, and I knew a lot of good stuff didn't I, Master?" Wendy beamed.  
She didn't understand it, but her master had almost been happier when 
she told them of all the details of her trainer's facilities then he'd 
been after she'd pleasured him.  Wendy didn't worry herself about it, 
anything that made him happy was good to her.

"You certainly did." Marcus patted Wendy on the head like she had been 
a good puppy then looked up to Mel.  "We don't have a precise location 
yet, but we got positive ID's on several of the people there, though 
not the man in charge.  Unfortunately all of them were other slaves, 
but it confirms our earlier data on who's been taken in.  There was one 
woman who was flagged though."

"Holli Chapel.  She was kidnapped about six years ago.  She wandered 
back into a town in western Nebraska about a year later, seemingly none 
the worse for wear.  Since then she's distanced herself from her family 
and taken a personal assistant job for an unknown employer somewhere in 
northern Kansas.  She shows up in the local towns to pick up supplies, 
do deliveries and such every few days." Mel rattled off.  She'd watched 
the interview as well and had already done the legwork.  It wasn't 
common practice to keep track of recovered kidnap victims, but Holli's 
case had been tracked since no one had ever been caught for the crime, 
and the fact that Holli herself discouraged the investigation.  The 
local law enforcement had figured Holli had just eloped or something, 
but her case had wound up at the Bureau and though they didn't find 
anything they were not so quick to close a case.

"Holli was nice, and very pretty but I have better boobies." Wendy 
piped up, somehow hoping to contribute as she thrust her chest out to 
show off her own globes.  

Marcus shook his head and tried to ignore her.  "And that area 
corresponds to the Nanotech supplies and equipment we traced was 
shipped to that we couldn't find in use.  And the two agents that 
disappeared in the Nebraska area a few weeks ago.  An awful lot of 
coincidences."

Mel nodded.  "That's what we thought.  We've got agents moving into the 
area to try and track down Holli and see if she leads us back to 
anything.  An assault team is being readied right now to go in as soon 
as we have a something.  We've been asked to go with them.  They need a 
pair of experts on the equipment to make sure nothing is damaged so we 
have a chance at helping the victims."

"I'll get myself ready to go.  How long before a staging area is 
ready?" Marcus asked.

"We'll have a place west of Lincoln set up in less than six hours.  
They'll need us there as soon as we can get there." Mel replied.  It 
would take them about three hours to travel there, so they still had a 
bit of time to get their stuff.  Operations like this weren't uncommon, 
and both partners were well prepared to go with such little notice.

"Alright, I'll see you on the runway in two hours." Marcus said, head 
on his way.  He didn't have too much time to assemble his gear, and he 
had to deal with he new tag along.

"Where are we going, Master?" Wendy chirped as she swayed behind him, 
doing her best to keep up with his determined pace while still 
appearing graceful.

"You can't come with me, Wendy.  It's not safe for you.  I'll leave you 
with Agent Poe.  You'll do everything he tells you to do, alright?" 
Marcus instructed.  He only hoped she wouldn't object too much.

"Yes, Master, but I really don't want to stay behind.  Who's going to 
fuck you if I'm not around?" Wendy whimpered, hoping to convince him 
that he really did want to take her along.

"I'll be fine, I just don't want to put you in danger.  We'll have 
plenty of time for sex when I get back." Marcus answered.  He laughed 
at himself for the kind of promises he had to make.  In truth, this was 
the one thing about have Wendy around that he did enjoy, the fact that 
she would never turn down his advances.  It did take away the thrill of 
conquest, but she did make up for it by raw determination.

"Okay, Master, I can't wait then!" Wendy squealed, already looking 
forward to getting to fuck her master again.  "Do you have time for a 
quickie before you go, Master?  I'd really like to send you off in 
style."

"I wish I did, but I barely have enough time to get my equipment ready 
as it is.  I'll make it up to you, later." Marcus replied.  The notion 
was tempting, and if he pushed it, he could make the time.  Still, he 
had far more important things to worry about right now than the 
extremely tempting little vixen swaying behind him.

"Alright, Master." Wendy finished her attempts.  For now she simply 
accepted that her master didn't want her attentions until he returned 
from his trip.  Wendy wished she would have the chance to please him 
one more time, but she was learning when to cut her invitations short.  
Her master would use her when he wished, and was fully aware of her 
willingness and desire to please him at his whim.

Marcus noted as Wendy ceased her appeals, and realized that she was 
learning to accept his style of domination.  She had obviously been 
programmed for someone far more intent on using her constantly, but she 
was adapting to his preferences quickly.  Marcus figured that within a 
few more days, she would settle into being his faithful slave so well 
that he might not even find her role distracting, aside from the sex of 
course.  He wasn't sure whether the idea of getting used to having a 
sex slave was good or bad.

Now there were far more important concerns.  He had to prepare himself 
for his next test, unsure of what he was going to be walking into 
within the next few days.  His standard field lab would already be on 
the plane along with most of his gear.  Only his personal kit would 
need to be put together and there wasn't too much to worry about there.  
This wasn't a vacation, clothes and basic hygenics where all he needed 
in addition to the case background information.  There was no doubt 
this organization was dangerous, Marcus only hoped they weren't ready 
for the Bureau.

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