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CATT (Covert Anti-Terrorism Taskforce) Field Office
Denver, Colorado
“So tell me about this operative you sent to Aspen.” Said Parker, the Section Chief for the Midwest Division.
“She’s very good.” Answered Davis, Section Chief for the Florida Coast Division.
“And she should be.”
“Yes, I had a chance to read over her file.” Parker said. “She’s the result of some kind of DNA gene splicing and raised from infancy inside the Agency.” Davis quickly jumped in. “We made a deal with the British government when we started the Agency to counter biological weapons terrorism. In exchange for an IRA bomber hiding in the U.S., they dropped this gift in our laps some twenty odd years ago. From childhood she’s been trained to be the best CATT operative ever. We sent her through Army Ranger School, Navy Seal training, and the even through the Green Berets program. She passed every intelligence test with the highest scores, and she’s been trained in everything from foreign languages, martial arts, weapons, all the way to covert actions. We even sent her to the best French madam in the world to learn the latest, uh, how shall I put this, sexual arts…”
“So where did these super genes of hers come from?” asked Parker.
“The ‘father,’ as it were, was a British Secret Service agent.” Davis answered with increasing enthusiasm. “Her ‘mother’ was also an British espionage agent, but with a different, more underground agency. They were both very active in the 1960’s.”
“Unbelievable. I hear she’s incredible.” Parker said with a smile.
“Yes. But she has one minor flaw, though.” Davis said.
“What’s that?” Parker asked.
“She has a slight obsessive compulsive disorder.” Davis explained. “Small stuff like; she’ll get nervous when she sees someone’s shoe untied, or something crooked or out of place. Nothing that will get her killed out in the field hopefully. We’re dealing with it.”
“Hmmm.” Parker said. “So what’s her current assignment?”
“Right now, she should be at the home of John Ross Reeves.” Davis said as he looked over his files. “He was a big time oil baron in Texas, and he was one of the few who got out before oil prices fell in the 1980’s. He invested his fortune in hi tech computer stock and became an overnight billionaire. Now he’s a big time political donor. He knows just about everybody in the financial and political scene. Dominoe is there to find out how much he really does know. Especially about this meeting in Miami we’ve been trying to gather information on.”
“Yes.” Parker said solemnly. “The meeting of the power elite. I heard some of the phone tapes from Washington. Very secretive.”
“If I know Dominoe, she’s pumping Reeves for all the information he has right at this moment.” Davis said with a confident grin.
Mountainside Home of J. R. REEVES
Aspen, Colorado
J. R. Reeves couldn’t believe his luck. Living as close as he did to one of the most exclusive ski resorts in Aspen, he was used to the occasional lost skier wandering off the slopes and onto his property. But it was the first time he had ever met one so damned beautiful and friendly. The young woman was wearing a white skintight snowsuit over her slender body, and she was physically perfect, from her toned legs, smooth rump, thin waist, and generous chest; she was everything a man could want in a woman. Her model like cheekbones accentuated her large brown eyes and full lips. The soft brown head of hair framed her striking features, and it was about all J. R. could do not to ask her to marry him right then and there. Of course, the fact that he was tied to his huge oak bed wearing nothing but his silk boxer shorts and cowboy boots while this luscious angel was busy pumping his cock with her hand might have had something to do with it.
“Do you like this?” Dominoe asked as she stroked J. R. up and down in long deliberate motions while she gave him a smoldering look.
J. R. could only nod his head in the affirmative. How did he let her talk him into this?
He would never have normally done anything like this before, but there was something so compelling about this woman that he felt he would do anything she asked. From the moment she knocked on his door until now was a blurred memory. Now he was at her mercy, and she definitely seemed to know it.
“Do you want me to put it in my mouth?” Dominoe asked as she gave him a pout of her sensuous lips and a gentle squeeze of her fist.
J. R. gulped and then croaked in a Texas drawl, “Yes, ma’am.”
“First I want you to do me a little favor.” Dominoe said as she put her mouth tantalizingly close to the head of his penis. J. R. could feel her warm breath on the skin and strained upwards with his hips to meet her lips, but she kept a subtle distance.
“What?” J. R. asked with a slight desperation in his voice.
“I want you to tell me exactly where the meeting in Miami will be Saturday.” Dominoe said, keeping a slow steady rhythm with her hand.
J. R. suddenly became alarmed. How did she know about the meeting? He thought. Suddenly he realized that something wasn’t quite right.
“What meeting?” J. R. asked.
“Don’t be coy.” Dominoe said as she flicked her tongue across the tip of his cock.
J. R. hissed and closed his eyes at the sensation. He desperately wanted himself inside her mouth, but he couldn’t just give up the information she wanted. He was sworn to secrecy.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” J. R. said.
‘Hmmm.’ Dominoe thought. ‘He’s tougher than I gave him credit for. Maybe I should have used a stronger dose of the drug in his drink.’
Dominoe was wondering about the effects of a drug with mind control capabilities created by CATT technicians. It was used mainly to extract information from informants along with other interrogation techniques. One of the side effects was a heightened state of arousal in the victim, especially when the volatile chemical contents were mixed alcohol.
‘I guess I’ll have to enhance his cooperation with my own technique.’ Dominoe thought.
Dominoe began the slow and torturous process of teasing J. R. ‘s hapless cock with her hands, tongue and mouth. With all her best oral talents, she brought him again and again to the brink of orgasm, only to keep him from the final climax. After nearly half an hour, J. R. was an unsatisfied mess.
“Please!” he begged her. “I can’t take it anymore!”
“Are you ready to tell me what I want to know?” Dominoe asked.
“Y-yes!” J. R. moaned. “Just let me come!”
“Only after you tell me where the meeting is.” Dominoe said as she gave him a long wet lick with her tongue.
“It’s in South Beach, Miami!” J. R. whimpered. “The man’s name is Savan. He’s got a secluded beachside mansion at 1000 Lexington. The meeting’s at 8:00 Saturday.”
“Who’s going to be there?” Dominoe asked as she licked his swollen balls.
“Anybody who’s anybody. Billionaires, captains of industry and finance, politicians, members of the U. N.; they’re all invited to meet with Savan.”
Dominoe furrowed her eyebrow and then asked J. R. “Who is he?”
“I have no idea.” J. R. moaned. “He’s connected to everyone somehow. He wants to gather them together for some kind of secret soiree. That’s all I know, I swear!”
Just then, Dominoe heard a distant whine outside and got up to go to look out the second story windows and saw several snowmobiles racing down the hill toward the house.
“Sorry to leave you hanging.” Dominoe apologized as she pulled on her boots. Before she ran out the bedroom door, she stopped to adjust a slightly crooked painting on the wall. She rushed down to the first floor, grabbed her backpack, and went out the door, grabbing her snowboard along the way. She slammed her boots down into the snowboard footholds and took off down the mountain as the snowmobiles came nearer. Most of the machines sped off after Dominoe, while one stopped at the house. One rider, dressed in white commando gear, climbed off and entered the house with an automatic weapon drawn. Once the commando entered the bedroom and discovered J. R. bound on the bed, a hood and goggles were was pulled off to reveal the face of a beautiful statuesque blonde.
“Who are you?” J. R. asked in surprise at the prospect of two stunning women in one day. Hopefully, she wouldn’t want to torture him sexually as well. He couldn’t take any more.
“My name is Sable.” She answered with a cool expression on her face. “Who was here with you?”
“I…uh.” J. R. stammered, as he realized he never asked her name. “I don’t know.”
“What did she want?” Sable asked, walking to bed menacingly.
“What do you think she wanted?” J. R. said as he looked down at his quickly deflating member as fear started to overcome him.
“Tell me exactly what she said.” Sable said as she put the muzzle of her gun to his groin.
“She wanted to know where the meeting was.” J. R. answered nervously as he willed her not to pull the trigger with his mind. He didn’t want to lose his best friend.
“What did you tell her?” Sable asked, pushing the weapon painfully into his crotch. “Don’t lie. I’ll know it.”
“I told her where it was.” J. R. gulped.
Sable looked at him with her steely green eyes. “You fool. Consider your invitation rescinded.”
Sable then turned to walk away, leaving J. R. still handcuffed to his bed.
“Wait!” J. R. shouted in panic. “You can’t leave me like this!”
Without even blinking or aiming, Sable turned, fired two bursts from her automatic weapon to break the chains of the handcuffs above J. R. ‘s wrists. Then she slipped out of the room without a word.
Meanwhile, the snowmobiles were in fast pursuit of Dominoe, who was expertly maneuvering her snowboard around trees and outcropping rocks and snowdrifts. Bullets whiffed past her head and puffed up the snow dangerously close by as the commandos fired at her with automatic weapons. She had scouted this location in advance and headed straight to a cliff with a huge drop. Dominoe headed straight off the edge and pulled the small parasail ripcord from her backpack as the snowmobiles skidded to a halt above and behind her. One snowmobile was unable to stop in time and skidded off the edge to the rocks hundreds of feet below while Dominoe used her parasail handles to glide down safely away from her pursuers. A few shots were fired in her direction, but she was now too far way for them to do any damage. Dominoe reached the foot of the mountain to the resort cabins, and within a few hours, she was safely on her way to Miami.
South Beach Miami, Florida
The Next Day
At the beach side mansion of Savan, a billionaire of unknown descent, Sable was busy entertaining her boss by massaging his back with hot oil. Not with her hands, but with her oiled up full sized breasts. Savan groaned as his lethal bodyguard, assassin and playmate tended to his sore muscles. He had just spent the afternoon fucking Sable’s brains out.
“So, do you have any idea who this woman was?” Savan asked Sable as she slid her glistening body up and down his back while straddling his hips.
“My guess is a covert CATT operative.” Sable answered.
“Do you think she’ll actually show up here?” Savan asked as he turned over underneath Sable to get a good look at her incredible body.
“I hope so.” Sable answered with a slight smile, savoring the thought of what she would like to do to an actual live CATT operative.
“You are evil, you know that?” Savan commented as he reached up for her slippery nipples and pinched them in his fingers.
Sable winced and gasped and began grinding her hips on her mentor.
“Did you get a good look at her?” Savan asked.
“No.” Sable said as she rubbed his chest. “But I’m sure I won’t have a problem rooting her out. She’ll probably show up posing as some of the entertainment for your little party tomorrow.”
“Then obviously we’ll have to be on our toes won’t we?’ Savan said as he grabbed Sable by the hair and pulled her down roughly to kiss her on the lips and then jammed his tongue into her mouth. Sable moaned and then reached between her smooth thighs to grab Savan’s cock and guided it into her wet opening. Soon, she was humping Savan again for the sixth time with intense force.
South Beach Florida
Friday Evening
A large black power boat rumbled slowly in the dark waters and came to a halt. A CATT agent dressed in dark fatigues tossed an anchor overboard while Dominoe exited the cabin wearing a dark blue wetsuit and scuba gear.
“Did I ever tell you how good you looked in that?” The agent Rook said as he admired Dominoe’s body in the form fitting wetsuit.
“Keep your filthy thoughts to yourself.” Dominoe said with a smile that broke Rook’s heart.
The other team agent Bishop exited the cabin and told Dominoe, “All systems are go. Are you ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Dominoe answered as she turned on the regulator of her miniature compressed air tank. There would be enough air to get her to shore in a one-mile swim.
Dominoe gave each of them a pump of her fist on their shoulders, and the two men returned the gesture of solidarity. Then they all took turns repeating an ominous phrase.
“No one dies.”
Dominoe adjusted her mask, and flipped backward into the choppy water. After a few minutes of silence, Bishop spoke up. “She likes me more.” “In your wet dreams, pal.” Rook snapped back and went back to the cabin.
By 9:00 p.m., the huge ballroom in Savan’s beach side mansion was filled with some of the most powerful men from all over the world. Each one of them were filling themselves with rich food and drink while being attended to by beautiful, exotic and statuesque escorts provided generously by Savan for their entertainment. The women were of nearly every color and size in order to please any taste, and each of them were clearly intent on making the best impression on the powerful men.
As the evening went on, some of the men went away to specially prepared bedrooms to get better acquainted with their new beautiful escorts, taking advantage of their obvious willingness to satisfy the men’s every whim and desire. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a dark figure swam up out of the lapping ocean waves and moved swiftly across the beach behind the mansion to a hidden area behind a sand dune.
There, Dominoe peeled off her scuba gear down to her bra and panties. After she hid her tanks, suit, goggles and flippers, she took a water proof pouch and removed a short black wrinkle free dress and slipped it on along with some diamond jewelry. She pinned her hair up with a clip and then slipped on some high heel pumps. She turned the pouch inside out to create an elegant handbag and used it to carry her makeup. Each item was cleverly disguised, and in reality, were all lethal objects and explosives. She took a deep breath and headed up the beach toward the back entrance of the house.
As expected, an armed guard met Dominoe, and shined a flashlight in her face.
“Are you lost?” the guard asked.
“Yes.” Dominoe said in her most innocent voice. “I’m here for the party. Am I late?”
The guard looked at her and shook his head. He was almost tempted to take advantage of the situation, but though better of it.
“Go right up these steps.” The guard said as he pointed her to a wooden set of stairs leading up the cliff to the mansion.
“Thank you.” Dominoe said as she headed for the stairs. “Sorry.”
Once Dominoe was out of hearing range, the guard spoke into his headset. “She’s on her way up.”
Inside the mansion, Sable received the message and whispered into Savan’s ear as he was speaking to one of his guests. Savan smiled and looked toward the back entry doors in anticipation.
“Excuse me a moment.” Savan told the ambassador he was speaking to, and stepped away as Dominoe was entering the party.
Dominoe walked into the lavish setting, and before she could even get a good look around, a handsomely dressed man met her with a charming smile.
“I’m glad you could make it.” Savan said in a smooth voice. “I am Savan.” Something about him puzzled her. Dominoe could not detect a discernable accent with her years of foreign language and speech lessons.
“Hi. I’m Kerri.” Dominoe said with a sweet Midwest accent. Like a farm girl who just stepped off the bus.
“Of course you are.” Savan said with a grin. “Let me get you something to drink.”
“I’ll have a martini.” Dominoe said. “Shaken not stirred.”
“Absolutely,” Savan replied. “Come with me, I’ll make it for you myself.”
Savan led Dominoe to a vacant bar and quickly made her drink while Sable watched from across the room. Her cold green eyes betrayed a hint of jealousy.
“You have a very beautiful home.” Dominoe said trying to make conversation. Then she looked around and said, “Isn’t that the head of the JLM Corporation?’
“Why yes it is.” Savan said with a smile as he handed Dominoe her martini.
“Would you like to meet him later?”
“Oh wow.” Dominoe said, feigning excitement. “I don’t know what I’d say to him.”
“I’m sure you’d think of something.” Savan said as he mixed his own drink, a carbon copy of hers. Dominoe watched him carefully and reached into her handbag surreptitiously to palm a small vial of her mind control drug. All she would have to do is get it into his drink and then get him alone to extract all the information she could from him.
“Do you have anything to munch on?” Dominoe asked. “I’m starved.”
“Of course.” Savan said as he turned away for a moment to wave over a food servant.
In the blink of an eye, Dominoe dumped the clear, odorless and tasteless contents of her vial into Savan’s martini.
From across the room, Sable watched and quickly whispered into a microphone hidden in the decorative pin of her revealing evening gown.
“She put something in your drink.” Came a voice in the tiny receiver hidden in Savan’s right ear. His shoulder length hair kept it hidden from Dominoe’s view.
Just then a man walked up and introduced himself to Savan and Dominoe. Dominoe recognized him as well known politician in Washington. He made it clear that he was very interested in her as Savan looked on in amusement. When the politician slipped her his business card, Dominoe set her martini down on the bar to take it and put it in her small purse. It was the opportunity Savan needed to trade glasses with her while her back was turned.
When the politician walked away, Dominoe turned back to give Savan her undivided attention. She watched as he sipped the drink from his glass.
“It’s a little warm and smoky in here.” Dominoe commented as picked up her glass and sipped her own martini. “Is there someplace we could go and talk? Alone.”
Savan smiled and took Dominoe by the hand and left the noisy room while Sable glared angrily from across the room.
Savan led her upstairs to one of his empty spacious rooms. He closed the huge doors behind him and locked the doors, explaining, “For privacy.”
Dominoe smiled at him and took another sip of her drink as she watched Savan walk over to a large mahogany desk and sit down in the leather chair behind it. She was starting to feel odd and wondered too late if he had slipped something into her drink. With sudden horror, she realized that she was feeling the side effects of the mind control drug she had sworn he was drinking now. Somehow he had switched their glasses. It had to have been by accident, because there was no way he could have known what she had done.
Dominoe now had to be careful of what she said and hope that he was unaware of the situation. All he would have to do is ask her to say or do anything and she would have to comply without question. The worse thing was that she had poured a full dose in the glass.
The drug’s side effects were already working within her, and she felt a warm sensation between her legs. She tried to fight it, but it was no use. Dominoe was getting more stimulated and aroused by the minute.
“You are very beautiful.” Savan said as he sat back comfortably in his chair as Dominoe stood before him. “Why don’t you come and sit on my lap?”
‘Oh no, here it comes.’ Dominoe thought. He was obviously making sexual overtures.
She hoped that was all he wanted. That she could handle. Then she had to figure out a way to get out of the situation as quickly as possible.
Dominoe walked around the desk and turned her hips around gracefully to sit on Savan’s lap. She then put her hands on his shoulders and crossed her shapely legs provocatively.
“Well here we are. Alone.” Savan said as he wrapped his own hands around her svelte waist. “What did you want to talk about?”
“I want to know all about you.” Dominoe said innocently as she squirmed slightly in his lap. Being this close in contact with him made her feel warm inside. She wanted to kiss him, but fought the desire and tried to concentrate on only talking to him.
“There’s not much to tell.” Savan said as he ever so slowly let his hand slip down her waist and across her smooth thigh. The hem of Dominoe’s short black dress was hiked up dangerously close to the top of her thighs, and since she wore no hosiery, Savan could feel the silky smooth bare skin of her legs.
The feel of Savan’s hands gave Dominoe chills and made her light headed. She had to take a deep breath to gather her senses back.
“Are you alright?” Savan asked. “You seem a little flushed.”
“I’m fine.” Dominoe said with a pretty blushing smile. “It’s just that there’s something about you?”
Savan smiled to himself as he realized that this woman seemed to be under the influence of whatever drug was meant for him. Whatever it was, it seemed to make her extremely attracted to him. Apparently the drug was meant to make him weak and aroused, most likely so that she could get valuable information from him. He decided to try and see if what he thought was correct.
“Is there something that you’d like to do with me?” Savan asked, looking into her eyes.
Dominoe licked her lips, closed her eyes for a moment, and nodded yes. She began to shift and wiggle more and more in his lap as the conversation went on. When she felt the bulge in his pants under the sheer fabric of her dress, she was overcome with desire.
“Tell me what you’d like to do.” Savan said.
Dominoe looked deep into his eyes and told him, “I want to make love to you.”
Dominoe then planted her luscious lips on his mouth and kissed Savan passionately as she shifted her lithe body around to straddle him in the leather chair. The chair creaked back as Dominoe hiked her dress up and then pushed herself onto the willing Savan. She reached down between his legs to fondle his erection inside his pants as she continued kissing and licking his mouth, neck and ears.
Savan groaned as he enjoyed the beautiful young girl’s attentions. He reached around to fondle her firm ass cheeks as she rocked on top of him, and was pleasantly surprised to find her wearing thong panties with string ties. Savan deftly untied them and slipped the panties off between her legs, making Dominoe gasp.
Dominoe couldn’t wait any longer. Her desire had completely taken over, and now she was desperate to have him inside her. With both hands she quickly opened his pants and pulled out his full erection. She gave him a few gentle pumps with her fist and then spread herself wide over the tip and slowly impaled herself on his shaft.
“Aaaaaaah!” Dominoe gasped as she slid herself down completely on Savan.
Already wet inside, Savan slipped easily into her and soon Dominoe began to roll her hips back and forth until she found a comfortable rhythm.
Savan groaned at the stimulating sensation and reached up to place his palms on her thin waist as she worked on top of him. He looked up to watch her sensuous expression as Dominoe pumped him. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, and lips parted as she gasped and moaned with pleasure.
Savan waited until Dominoe was in the full throes of sexual passion when he finally asked her, “What was it that were putting in my drink?”
Dominoe was too overcome with her own stimulation that she didn’t understand what he had asked at first. She opened her eyes and looked at Savan, still humping his cock.
“What?” Dominoe asked.
“Tell me what you were putting into my drink.” Savan repeated.
A rush of adrenaline rushed through Dominoe’s body and her heart began to race as she realized that Savan was aware of what she had attempted. She stopped her movements.
“Don’t stop.” Savan ordered her, pushing his hips up to get her moving again.
“Just answer my question.”
“It’s… um… a mind control serum.” Dominoe said as she planted her pumps on the floor and began fucking him again.
“Were you sent by the CATT?” Savan asked as he reached up to fondle Dominoe’s breasts and cleavage at the top of her tight dress.
Dominoe struggled to fight the powerful urge to answer his questions, but it was no use.
“Yes… Unnnnh!” Dominoe moaned as Savan gave her a quick upward thrust.
“How long does the drug last?” Savan asked.
“Twenty four… um… hours.” Dominoe answered reluctantly.
“Well.” Savan said with a leering grin. “We’ll have to take full advantage of this unique opportunity.”
Savan grabbed Dominoe by the bottom and stood up as he lifted her up onto his large desk. Once there, he pushed her down flat onto her back and proceeded to give the helpless covert CATT operative a long hard fuck as she writhed and groaned on the desktop.
Dominoe was simply overwhelmed by Savan inside her along with the drug’s effects on her system. It was only minutes later when she felt the first intensifying sensations of an oncoming orgasm. When Savan recognized the tell tale sign that Dominoe was about to climax, he cruelly pulled out of her and left her gasping desperately on the desk.
“Please.” Dominoe begged as she tried to wrap her legs around his waist to pull him back toward her. “Don’t… stop!”
“Do you want more?” Savan asked with a grin.
“Yes!” Dominoe panted and pleaded. “Don’t leave me like this!”
Savan grabbed Dominoe’s firm hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. He grabbed her slender ankles and bent her legs back until the heels of her patent leather pumps touched her tight ass cheeks. He then spread her apart and placed his cock at the opening of her wet slit and plunged it in deep.
Dominoe let out a short high-pitched scream as Savan entered the ultra sensitive walls of her tight vagina. She gripped the edge of the desk with her hands as Savan began to pound her from behind.
As Dominoe gasped and tossed her head from side to side, Savan thrust hard with intense force, trying to drill her as deep as he could. After several minutes, Dominoe was feeling the welcome return of her lost orgasm. Savan grabbed her by the hair and bent down to bite her shoulder as he pumped her. Dominoe winced and began to shudder as the wave of orgasmic pleasure consumed her totally. All she could think of was the cock slamming inside of her and how she never wanted it to stop.
Savan allowed Dominoe to have her orgasm, but now it was his turn. He pulled out of Dominoe and grabbed her up off the desk to turn her around.
“Get down on your knees.” Savan ordered Dominoe as he placed a hand on her head and pushed her down into a kneeling position before him.
Dominoe was suddenly face to face with Savan’s throbbing red member. She glanced up at Savan who was looking down at her with a taunting expression.
“Open your mouth.” Savan ordered as he took Dominoe by her soft brown locks. Dominoe complied willingly and was instantly fed Savan’s full erection past her full pouted lips. She puckered her cheeks and sucked him until he reached the back of her throat. Once there, Savan held her head still so he could savor the wonderful wet sensation of her warm mouth engulfing his member.
Dominoe used her tongue to roll and swirl around Savan’s penis within her mouth as she began to slide her moist lips back and forth slowly around it. She turned her head from side to side as she sucked every inch of him. The longer she pleasured him, the more she wanted to taste until she was completely immersed with the task of making him come in her mouth.
Savan tensed up when he could no longer take Dominoe’s expert oral techniques. He began to shiver and then exploded inside her mouth as Dominoe began to moan with excitement when she first felt his climax. When the fluid hit the back of her throat, she swallowed gratefully, as another orgasm trembled through her own body.
After Savan had spent his full load, he pulled out and sat back into his leather chair, breathless, as Dominoe fell forward on her hands and knees, exhausted from the encounter.
Savan looked down at Dominoe with relish and spoke into his lapel microphone. “Sable, would you come upstairs?”
Sable received Savan’s communication and hurried upstairs to Savan’s private room and found him alone with Dominoe. Dominoe was still on her hands and knees upon the Persian rug, recovering from her sexual encounter with Savan. She was also still fully under the influence of the mind control drug that was meant for the mysterious billionaire.
“Sable. I want to introduce you to our guest. She’s the CATT agent you let escape in Aspen.” Savan said as he sat with his feet up on his desk and lit up a large Cuban cigar.
“Her name is Kerri. Or so she says.”
Savan’s obvious intent was to antagonize his temperamental protégé into anger and succeeded. Sable, jealous of what she knew had just happened between her lover and the young CATT agent, immediately walked over to Dominoe and grabbed her by the hair. She pulled a small dagger from a hidden place and put it to the soft throat of Dominoe.
“Don’t.” Savan said nonchalantly. “I want her alive.”
Sable shot an angry glance at Savan and hissed, “What?”
“She’s very valuable right now.” Savan explained. “She’s under the influence of a drug that was meant for me.”
“What kind of drug?’ Sable asked, loosening her grip on Dominoe.
Savan grinned and puffed his cigar proudly, “A mind control serum.”
“Are you serious?” Sable said looking down at Dominoe as she realized the agent was putting up no fight at all.
“Yes.” Savan said. “She will tell us anything we want to know about her agency, and she will do anything we tell her for the next 24 hours.”
Sable paused to ponder the possibilities and grinned at Savan. “Anything?”
“Why don’t you take her to our recreation room” Savan suggested as he got up from his desk to leave the room. “I have to finish entertaining my guests. You’ll have a few hours alone to entertain each other, and then I’ll join you around midnight.”
With that Savan closed the door behind him and left Dominoe alone with Sable, who was obviously pleased with the situation. With her fist still clutching Dominoe’s curly locks, she pulled her up roughly by the hair and then pulled Dominoe toward the door with a painful arm grip.
“You and I are going to have a little fun.” Sable whispered to Dominoe with delight.
Dominoe was feeling weak and pliant and still fully aroused. She had made a huge mistake, and now she was going to pay dearly for it.
Offshore a mile way, Rook watched the mansion with high-powered binoculars. After awhile, he got anxious and peeked into the boat’s cabin and asked Bishop,
“Any communication yet?”
“It’s only been an hour.” Answered Bishop, as he stared at his glowing computer and radar screens.
“How long are we supposed to give her?” Asked Rook.
“As long as she needs.” Bishop answered. “You heard the orders.”
Back at the mansion, Dominoe was led down a hidden flight of stairs to a room located below the mansion. Dominoe looked around and was quickly alarmed and disturbed. The walls were mostly covered with either mirrors or latex. It was softly lit and well decorated except for the unusual black metal contraptions scattered around the room. The main set piece was an unusually large round bed covered with black satin sheets and pillows. It was the most exotic dungeon she had ever seen.
Once the door was closed and locked behind them, Sable grabbed Dominoe by the shoulders and spun her around to face the wall and pushed her up hard against it, making sure her hands were placed flat. She also gently kicked Dominoe’s legs wider apart.
“Don’t move.” Sable ordered as she squatted down and began to run her hands up ever so slowly up Dominoe’s smooth legs, savoring their silky texture. “Do you have any hidden weapons or devices?”
“Not in this dress.” Dominoe answered with a smart tone, mocking her captor. Sable paused for a moment and decided to let the remark slide by.
Dominoe shivered, and her body began to tingle when she felt Sable’s palms ride up the sides of her thighs and then up under the hem of her tight dress. She could feel herself getting wet all over again.
When Sable reached under her dress and found that Dominoe had nothing on underneath, she asked Dominoe, “Where are your panties?”
“Your master took them off.” Dominoe answered with her first sarcastic instinct and then wished she hadn’t said it.
Sable stood up quickly and with a lighting quick motion, turned Dominoe around and struck her open handed across the face, stunning Dominoe to attention. She saw the blow coming and would have normally fended it off in defense, but the drug’s effects made her reflexes painfully slow.
“From now on, you’ll answer with the proper tone.” Sable snarled, inches from her face. Do you understand?”
Dominoe looked back into Sable’s eyes and then weakly nodded ‘yes’.
Sable then began the slow process of finishing her full body search of Dominoe, lingering over her private areas with relish as Dominoe became increasingly stimulated with Sable’s intimate attentions.
Sable watched with delight as Dominoe began to close her eyes and sigh as she ran her hands delicately over her breasts and between her legs.
“You like this, don’t you?” Sable asked as she ran her palm gently over Dominoe’s now exposed mound, barely skimming the trim hairs between her legs.
“Yes.” Dominoe sighed. She couldn’t lie. It did feel wonderful, but she wanted more from the tall beautiful blonde who was bringing her up to heightening levels of pleasure.
“What do you want me to do now?” Sable asked, her mouth only an inch from Dominoe’s.
“Kiss me.” Dominoe said with a breathless sigh.
“Say please.” Sable ordered with sadistic pleasure as she inserted a finger delicately inside Dominoe’s slit and pulled her closer.
“Please!” Dominoe begged as her body shivered in Sables arms. Sable teased Dominoe for several seconds, bringing her lips close and then pulling back.
Dominoe pouted and moaned at every taunting movement until Sable finally brought her glossed lips to Dominoe and kissed her fully on the mouth. They exchanged long wet kisses, exploring each other with their swirling tongues until they were both in the throes of warm passion, their bodies pressing and moving up against each other. While they kissed, Sable finished removing Dominoe’s dress and left her wearing nothing but her jewelry and high heel pumps.
When Sable finally broke a way from the kiss, she told Dominoe. “I need to get out of this dress and into something for appropriate for our little party. Come with me.”
Dominoe was led over to one of the metal contraptions located in one corner of the room.
Sable guided Dominoe into a rectangular frame with wrist and ankle straps located at the top and bottom corners. Sable took great care to strap Dominoe in securely until she was positioned spread eagle and vertical. Then she gave Dominoe a little impish grin before she turned a lever, which unlocked the axles at the frame midsections. Dominoe suddenly found herself being turned 180 degrees until she was hanging upside down.
The new position was disorienting to Dominoe, and she made a half hearted attempt to pull at the thick Velcro straps, but her weakened condition would made escape impossible.
“This is one of my favorites to be in.” Sable said as she turned a crank to raise the frame until Dominoe’s crotch was at the level of her face. Sable finally locked the whole frame in place and took a step back to admire Dominoe’s body stretched out on the rack.
“I’m sorry, I can’t resist this.” Sable said. She reached around to grasp Dominoe’s firm ass cheeks and planted her lips tenderly on Dominoe’s trim mound. She then ran her tongue up and down and around Dominoe’s wet slit.
Dominoe whimpered and cried out in ecstasy as she arched and twisted her body in the frame helplessly as Sable teased her clit. The sensation of Sable’s tactile tongue on her most sensitive area was driving her wild.
“Do you like that?” Sable asked with a grin.
Dominoe, desperate for release, sighed, “Yesss!”
Sable gave her a few more tongue-lashings and then asked, “Do you want me to make you come?”
“Unnnnh! Yes!” Dominoe gasped as she tossed her head from side to side.
“You didn’t say the magic word.” Sable taunted her.
“Please!” Dominoe begged desperately.
“I’m going to change first.” Sable said with a wicked grin. “Be a good girl until I get back.”
Dominoe moaned in disappointment as Sable cruelly walked away, leaving Dominoe highly charged up and unfinished.
Downstairs in the ballroom, Savan was busy chatting with his powerful guests. Over the next two hours, as they left one by one for the evening, Savan made a point to give each one of them a gift to pass on to their respective world leaders.
“Please make sure the Prime Minister gets this.” Savan told a British Parliament member.
“Will do.” The Briton assured him. “The evening was absolutely smashing.”
Savan smiled and sent the tipsy white-haired gentleman and his lovely companion out to their awaiting limousine. When the last guest was out the door around midnight, Savan took a deep breath, smiled with satisfaction, and headed downstairs. Now it was time to get to know his new houseguest a little better. He could only imagine what his assistant Sable had been doing to entertain the beautiful young CATT agent.
Savan unlocked the door to the recreation room and was amused at what he had found.
Sable had trussed Dominoe up in a classic hog tie position with her ankles neatly crossed and her pumps still on her feet to accentuate her toned calves. A white rubber ball gag was tucked firmly in Dominoes mouth and strapped snug around her head. She was lying on her stomach with her head propped up on a satin pillow with Sable lying next to her. It was only when Savan walked closer did he hear and see that Sable was busy toying with the area between Dominoe’s shivering legs. Sable had a large chrome vibrator inserted inside Dominoe and the gentle hum was being drowned out by Dominoe’s muffled cries.
“I’ve been trying to interrogate her.” Sable said with a smirk. “But she hasn’t been very talkative.”
“Very amusing.” Savan said as he looked on.
“Mmmmmph!” Dominoe whimpered as Sable pushed the cylinder in a little deeper. Her body was covered with beads of perspiration, and there was a large wet spot under her waist from the juices dripping down from her quivering crotch. Her body was numb from the multiple mind-blowing orgasms Sable had produced from her.
“I haven’t had anyone to practice my knots with.” Sable said proudly as Savan admired her handiwork with the nylon ropes. “What do you think?”
Savan only grinned and began to remove his jacket. The vision of the nude young agent tied up and gagged, along with his busty assistant wearing all-black latex bustier, g-string, stiletto ankle boots, leather collar and elbow length gloves, was sublime.
“I think she would look much better in the recliner, don’t you?” Savan said to Sable.
Sable’s eyes brightened and she immediately went to work untying Dominoe’s bonds.
Dominoe sighed with relief when her ankles and wrists were freed and the stifling ball gag was removed from her mouth. Her jaw was stiff and it took a few minutes for it to loosen up. She stood up wearily as Sable pulled her by the arm and led her to a soft leather recliner that was elevated waist high on chrome legs.
“Sit up here.” Sable instructed Dominoe. Dominoe sat up on the chair and allowed herself to be pushed down until she lay flat on her back. There were two leg stirrups under the chair, which were pulled out by Sable and locked into place. Sable then took Dominoes slender legs and placed each high-heeled foot into the footholds and strapped in so that her knees were cocked and pointed upwards. Once her body was adjusted comfortably, Sable strapped her wrists down snugly at the sides of the recliner.
“What are you going to do?” Dominoe asked. It was obvious what their intentions were, but their silence was disturbing as they went about their preparations.
“We’re going to give you the ride of your life.” Savan said with a smile as he took his time removing his clothes.
Dominoe’s adrenaline was rushing through her tingling body and the sexual tension of the situation was at the limit as she imagined what her captors had in store for her. One part of her wanted to escape and take out these two, but another more overwhelming part of her wanted to experience more of their stimulating attentions. Once the twenty-four hours had passed, she would be free to put all her efforts into escape…if she was still alive.
Once Savan was undressed he walked over behind Dominoe’s head which was sitting on a headrest built into the recliner. Meanwhile, Sable was grinning at her and walking up between her legs. When Dominoe tried to lift her head up to see what Sable was going to do, Savan turned a lever to drop the headrest until Dominoe’s head tilted back almost upside down. Savan was looking down at her with his erection inches from her face.
“You seemed so eager when you did this earlier, that I wanted to let you have another go at it.” Savan said as he gripped his cock and rubbed it across her full lips.
Dominoe closed her eyes and opened her mouth to take him in, but Savan held back.
Puzzled, she opened her eyes as Sable giggled. Dominoe then strained and tried to move, but she was held firmly in place by the straps. All she knew at that moment was that she had to have him in her mouth. She even tried desperately to just taste him with her extended tongue, but he held it cruelly away from her as Sable watched her torment with sadistic delight.
“I think she’s had enough.” Savan said as he looked at Sable. Then he plunged his cock into Dominoe’s puckered lips.
Sable was becoming aroused and breathing heavily as she watched her mentor ravage Dominoe’s mouth. She looked at him with an anxious and pleading look, as if waiting for his permission to act. She reached into the front of her panties and began toying with herself until Savan gave her a signal with a nod of his head. Like a dog trained to obey, Sable knelt down on a padded ledge between Dominoes legs and buried her mouth on Dominoe’s quivering slit.
Dominoe opened her eyes wide at the sudden sensation on her most private and sensitive area. With Savan’s cock still in her mouth, she gave out a surprised
“Mmmmmph!”
For the next hour, Savan fucked Dominoe orally while Sable licked, kissed and fingered her slick opening, bringing Dominoe to the brink of orgasm, and then sadistically denying her each time.
Finally, Savan pulled out of Dominoe and told Sable. “Time to switch.”
Sable stood up and quickly traded places with Savan. For another two hours, Savan slammed Dominoe’s tight sheath hard while Sable thrust her own sweet pussy into Dominoe’s face, allowing her to lick her dripping slit until she exploded in orgasmic pleasure several times. Savan thrust into her furiously until he unleashed his own load deep inside Dominoe’s belly.
When Savan and Sable were both finished with Dominoe’s exhausted body, Savan told his satiated assistant, “It’s time for me to interrogate her.”
Sable, exhausted and sweating as she lay on the bed, suggested, “Why don’t we take her to the steam room?”
“Excellent idea.” Said Savan. “I could use a nice hot steam bath after all this strenuous activity.”
Offshore in the Blacks Ops boat, Rook and Bishop were becoming more anxious by the hour. Rook opened a compartment and started gathering some scuba gear.
“What the hell are you doing?” Bishop asked, watching as Rook put on a black insulated wet suit.
“I’m going in.” Rook said with a grim expression as he grabbed his weapons.
“What the fuck does it look like I’m doing?”
“You can’t do that.” Bishop reminded him. “Orders are to stand down until we get a signal.”
“The hell with that.” Rook barked. “She’s never taken this long. Something’s wrong.”
“It’s your ass if you fuck up her mission.” Bishop said emphatically. “I want you to know I’m not on board with you on this.”
“Duly noted. I’ll take that under advisement, skipper.” Rook said as he popped an ammo clip into his MAC-10. “If you don’t hear from me in an hour, send the fucking cavalry.”
Bishop watched as Rook went over the side of the boat and disappeared into the dark water. Bishop hated working black ops with Rook and putting up with his macho bullshit.
He shot his middle finger in the direction of Rook and hissed, “Take this under advisement and shove it up your ass!”
The steam room in Savan’s mansion was an octagon shaped room with a large hot rock pit in the center of the room. Sable, totally naked with beads of perspiration all over her perfect physique doused the rocks with a ladle of water to create a large plume of steam throughout the cedar-lined room. Then she went over and sat close next to Savan on one of the benches that lined the walls. Savan was sitting relaxed as his sensuous assistant began to toy with his limp member as she closed her eyes and sighed from the heat.
After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and looked at Dominoe, who was hung nude by her wrists from a wooden beam running across the ceiling of the steam room. Her toes barely touched the floor and she couldn’t support herself quite enough to keep the metal bracelets from digging painfully into her wrists. She had also been strategically placed with her rear to the hot pit so that she received the burning steam uncomfortably along her back. Her hair was completely wet and matted across her forehead and face as she sweated profusely and struggled to breathe in the stifling heat.
“Doesn’t she look delicious?” Savan asked his companion.
Sable opened her eyes to look at Dominoe and muttered, “All she needs is a gag and nipple clamps.”
“Not right now.” Savan said with a grin. “I have to have a little chat with her first.”
Sable pouted her lips in disappointment and picked up the pace of her hand strokes on Savan’s now stiffening shaft. Savan, feeling bold with the situation at hand, decided to tell his captive audience what he had in mind.
“I’m sure you’re wondering what my little get together was about.” Savan said.
Dominoe was indeed wondering that exact thing, but she only looked at him in silence.
“Each of those men who were here were given a nice parting gift to pass on to some very important persons.” Savan explained. “Contained within each of those gift packages is a nasty little virus I created.”
Dominoe looked at him with alarmed interest as Savan revealed his plan.
“Don’t worry.” Savan said with a chuckle. “It doesn’t kill it’s intended recipient. But it does have an amusing little side effect. The virus causes the victim to behave very inappropriately. Now, by the puzzled look on your face, you want to know who these victims will be. Within a matter of weeks most, if not all twenty, of the world’s most powerful leaders will be infected with this virus when they receive their gifts. From there, it’s only a matter of time when things will get totally out of hand. At first it will be scandalous behavior. Then small wars will be declared to cover that up. Then later, I’m talking nuclear button pushing. Incidentally, I tested this on your own President and, well, you saw the news I’m sure.”
“Why are you doing this?” Dominoe asked in dismay. “The world will be in chaos!”
“Absolutely!” Savan said amusedly. “Chaos is the exact word I was thinking of.”
“You are insane.” Dominoe spat out. “You’ll be destroyed too.”
“That’s where you are wrong.” Savan said. “I’ll be safely tucked away on my secluded island somewhere in the South Pacific, watching the world destroy itself. It’s going to be a hell of show!”
Dominoe closed her eyes and pondered the serious implications of what he was planning.
She had to figure out a way out of this…and quickly. The packages were on their way.
“Now about your little Agency.” Savan suddenly spoke up.
Dominoe’s heart began to pump quickly. This was the moment she had been dreading. She figured he was about to get all the information he could about the Agency she worked for. If she survived this, she would never forgive herself for making that earlier mistake.
“How much does they know about me?” Savan asked.
“Not enough to do anything… yet.” Dominoe said.
“That’s what I thought.” Savan asked evenly. “Who else knows you’re here?”
Dominoe shook her head and tried to fight the drug, but it was hopeless. Finally, she whispered in a raw voice, “My Section Chief…and two agents.”
“That’s all?” Savan asked.
“I don’t believe it.” Sable said in a scornful tone as she continued her expert hand job.
Savan glanced at Sable, slightly annoyed by her, and then continued. “Where are the two agents? Nearby?”
“Yes.” Dominoe answered with a gasp.
“Where exactly?” Savan asked.
When Dominoe hesitated to answer right away, Sable told her, “Answer him!”
Savan was clearly bothered by Sable now and whispered to her, “Why don’t you do me a big favor? Put my cock in your mouth and keep it there until I’m finished talking to her.”
Sable looked at Savan with a surprised and then hurt expression. When she realized he was serious, she slowly got down on her knees and put his cock in her mouth and held it without moving. It was his humiliating way of punishing her when she interrupted him.
“Now, where were we?” Savan asked as he made himself comfortable again “Ah yes.
Where are these other agents of yours?”
Dominoe was starting to feel different. Something about the temperature in the room was making her feel…normal? She wondered if the lengthy time she had spent in the steam room had caused the drug to exit her system through her perspiration.
“They are…” Dominoe began, and all at once she realized that she wasn’t compelled to tell him the truth. It was an epiphany. The drug’s effects were being erased.
“Where?” Savan prompted her impatiently.
“They are waiting for me… in a hotel… downtown Miami.” Dominoe said, trying to act as if the information was a struggle to give up.
“When will they come looking for you?” Savan asked.
Dominoe decided she could answer this question truthfully. “They won’t… until I give them a signal.”
“Your Agency must be very confident with you.” Savan said with a smirk.
“I’ve never given them a reason not to be.” Dominoe responded.
“Until now.” Savan said with a smug grin on his face.
Dominoe looked at him with her piercing eyes and thought to herself. I’m going to wipe that grin off your face before this is all over.
Savan stared back at her, as if he knew what she was thinking. He suddenly grabbed Sable by the hair and yanked her roughly up off of his cock and barked at her, “Get her down, bitch! And come with me.”
Sable, stunned by Savan’s outburst, watched him exit the steam room and grab a robe.
She then got up and went to release Dominoe’s painful wrist cuffs, giving her captive prisoner a look that could kill.
As Dominoe was led to another part of the mansion, she allowed herself to clear her head and gather her strength, all the while acting weak. She guessed that Sable was schooled in the martial arts, and even possibly Savan. Dominoe sized up Sable’s potential and waited for the perfect opportunity to strike at them both.
Outside on the beach, Rook crept ashore in almost the exact spot as Dominoe had done earlier that evening. He immediately found a secure hiding spot and pulled on a black hood before he unpacked his weapons as quietly as possible. Once everything was in place, Rook took out his dark rifle equipped with a silencer and uncapped the long range infra red scope mounted on top. He looked into the eyepiece and surveyed the back of the mansion at the top of the cliff and identified two armed guards patrolling the concrete retaining wall. In the blink of an eye, he squeezed off two rounds and neatly punctured the temples of the two hapless sentries. Quickly, Rook was on his way up the stairs, knowing soon enough that the whole place was going to sound in alarm. All he needed was a few minutes to locate his fellow agent.
Savan led Sable and Dominoe into his seven hundred square foot bedroom. Once inside, Savan noticed a small red flashing light on the console of the massive security and entertainment center, which covered twenty feet across one wall. It was a silent alarm indicating an intruder on the premises.
“Well, it looks like your Agency lacked confidence in you after all.” Savan said with mild amusement. “It looks like we have another visitor.”
Dominoe looked on as Savan watched the security camera monitors and saw a dark figure at the rear of the mansion. ‘That has to be Rook.’ She thought to herself. What the hell was he doing here?
“Sable, make yourself useful.” Savan told his lethal companion. “Take her into the lavatory and kill her. I’d rather not have any blood my Persian rugs.” Sable’s eyes narrowed like a hawk and the hint of a grin crossed her face. This was the moment she had been waiting for. Here was her chance to finally kill a CATT agent. Her portfolio of death would now be complete. Sable grabbed Dominoe by the hair and herded her roughly into the adjacent room.
Outside, Rook covered his face with his combination scuba/gas mask and tossed a gas grenade towards the oncoming security force of five men. Once it exploded, the armed men gasped and fell to their knees, choking. As Rook passed them by, he deftly made short work of them by pumping a bullet into each of their heads.
All bets were off now. Rook didn’t have to worry anymore about stealth and slammed through the rear glass doors. Immediately, several men came from different directions into the lavishly decorated living area with guns blazing.
Rook returned fire as he leapt behind a large mahogany bar and quickly pulled the pin on a concussion grenade. He tossed it and covered his ears as wood flew around his head and glass rained down on him from the mirror above the bar. The blast quickly brought the gunfire to a halt. Rook peered around the bar and saw the security men on the floor, covering their bleeding ears.
He heard more shouting and barked orders from within the house. His work was not over.
Savan watched the monitors and listened to the muffled gunfire with increasing nervousness. In the adjacent room, Sable was trying to decide which way would be best to kill her helpless captive. She was about to chain and handcuff Dominoe to the showerhead of the bathing area when Dominoe finally seized her chance to strike.
A swift blow to her solar plexus stunned Sable, who was unaware that Dominoe was no longer under the influence of the mind control serum. Her mouth flew open in a silent ‘O’ as she was suddenly without a breath of air. As Sable bent over to seize her stomach, Dominoe wrapped the short chain, which was attached to her handcuffs, around Sable’s vulnerable neck and quickly tightened her grip.
Dominoe wanted to make sure Sable was unable to make a sound before she rendered her unconscious, but she underestimated Sable’s strength and desire to kill. They wrestled in near silence for several minutes on the tiled floor until the blood was finally choked off from Sable’s brain and she passed out. Breathing hard, Dominoe rolled her naked opponent off of her and then lay her out neatly on the floor.
Dominoe grabbed the key to her handcuffs and removed them. Then she grabbed a black and silver kimono-like robe from near the shower stall. Last, she picked up the dagger that Sable had planned to kill her with. In the next room, Savan was unable to take his eyes off the monitors as he watched his entire security force of twenty men, killed one by one by the tenacious CATT agent Rook.
He swallowed as he watched Rook coming down the hall toward his own room. Savan quickly went to a hidden cabinet and opened it to obtain one of a wide variety of weapons. He took a shotgun and loaded it with ease as the doorknob to his room was being checked from outside.
Rook found the door locked and took his Mac-10 and blew the doorknob off with a burst of gunfire. He kicked the door open and jumped back as a shot gun blast pelted the door and blew a hole through it the size of a basketball. With lighting quick reflexes, Rook reached through the hole and fired a burst through the hole. After a few seconds, when there was no return fire, Rook kicked his way in the door and hit the floor.
Savan was lying in a heap on the bed. Rook stood up and slowly approached the bed. Just then, the door to next room opened and Rook spun to aim at the door. Distracted for a fraction of a second, Rook did not see Savan rise up and fire his shotgun at him. The pellets struck him full in the chest and knocked him backwards.
Dominoe watched what happened and reacted quickly, throwing her knife with pinpoint accuracy and hitting Savan in the side of the neck. Not enough to open his jugular, but enough to make him drop his weapon and crumple on the bed in shock.
Dominoe went to bed, seized the shotgun and hurried over to her fallen team member.
With relief, she saw he was still alive. The Kevlar vest had taken the brunt of the blast, but his face was pock marked with several pellet holes.
“Shit.” Rook grunted. “That hurt like hell.”
“Are you all right?” Dominoe asked with concern.
“Fucking A.” Rook responded and coughed.
“That was my fault.” Dominoe apologized. “I came out at the wrong time.”
“Don’t worry about it. You didn’t know.” Rook said as he slowly started to get up. “But if it really bothers you, I’ll let you take me to breakfast later.”
Dominoe gave him a grateful look and then remembered her former captor when she heard him groan on the bed with a knife sticking out of his neck. She went over to him and looked down at Savan with utter disgust.
“You’re going to tell me everything you know about this virus and how to stop it.” Dominoe informed Savan with the shotgun pointed at his face.
“Get this out of my neck.” Savan whispered with a shaky voice. “I don’t want to die.”
“Pull it out yourself.” Dominoe said.
“Please!’ Savan begged.
“Is there an antidote or something to stop the virus?” Dominoe demanded.
“Yes!” Savan said desperately. “I’ll tell you everything!”
“That’s a good boy.” Dominoe said with a satisfied smirk. ‘I finally wiped that grin off his face’ she thought to herself.
Within the hour, a black chopper landed on the back lawn of the mansion, and the Florida Section Chief Davis got out to meet with his three agents. Dominoe apprised him of the situation, and turned over Savan and Sable to some of the agents who accompanied Davis.
“Bishop, call the Cleaners.” Davis said. “I want this place mopped up by 0900.”
“Yes, sir.” Bishop replied as he pulled out his radio.
“Dominoe, you’re coming with me to the Orlando office for debriefing.” Davis said as he headed back to his black chopper.
Dominoe glanced at her fellow agents, winked at them, and then followed her Section Chief, as if she knew she was in trouble but didn’t want her fellow team members to worry about it. Rook and Bishop looked at each other in silence.
This was serious.
CATT Field Office Orlando, Florida
The Next Day
Dominoe sat in a room alone with Section Chief Davis. She tapped her knee with her index finger nervously as she waited for him to finish looking over her report.
Davis closed the folder and sighed heavily. “It looks like we’ve got a situation here.”
“I take full responsibility, sir.” Dominoe said quickly. “I made a serious mistake.”
“Look, don’t worry about that.” Davis said, trying to calm his anxious agent down. “The important thing is you’re alive. But we have this virus to contend with now. Using all our photography, phone records, signal intercepts, and flight logs, as well as your own id’s, we’ve come up with a list of twenty targets. These are people as far away as Russia and Australia. As you can appreciate the situation, these aren’t people that we can just snatch off the street and remove these packages from. This is very sensitive. Most of these men will deny even being here last night.”
“What do you want me to do?” Dominoe asked.
“We’re going to have to take these targets covertly, one by one.” Davis explained. “I’m talking going under deep cover to do whatever it takes to either retrieve the package or administer the antidote if the target is already infected. Of course, time is of the essence.”
“I understand.” Dominoe said.
“Not fully.” Davis said gravely.
“What do you mean?” Dominoe asked.
“Well, number one, you are going to have to travel all over the world. Number two, you are going to have to go disguised depending on the situation. And three…” Davis paused.
“Yes.” Dominoe asked, on the edge of her seat.
“The antidote for the virus.” Davis began. “If the target is infected, the anti serum needs to be administered while the subject is…”
Davis paused, not sure how to explain it. Dominoe waited patiently for him to continue.
“Let me put it this way.” Davis said. “For the antidote to work properly, the subject must be fully aroused…sexually.”
Dominoe looked at her Section Chief in stunned silence, not knowing what to say while she thought of the implications.
“I’ll understand if you don’t want to take on these operations.” Davis said.
“I have no problem with this.” Dominoe assured her boss. “It was my mess, and I’m going to clean it up. However long it takes. After all, I was trained for this, remember?”
Davis looked at his agent with admiration. If all his other agents were half as good as Dominoe, they would wipe every biological terrorist off the face of the earth in no time.
“Well, let’s get started.” Davis said. “Here’s your list of targets.” Dominoe took the sheaf of photographs and profiles and began to study them. It was going to be a long, hard road ahead.
But this was what she lived for.
THE END