THE IGNORANT ASSASSIN | rope bondage story | tesseract, tied, gag

Katherine Mayfair looked at her face in the mirror of her quarters at TESSERACT's Seattle headquarters. Reaching up she slowly began to brush her dark hair backwards, brutally. Once smooth, Kat bundled her hair into a long ponytail and, with quick fingers, deftly slid a band to the base. She proceeded to carefully twist the remaining hair into an intricate braid and capped the end with another black band.

Today was the day that her punishment ended and Kat would return to duty. One month of correction, she'd handled with a dignity and humility that had mollified even Margo's temper. She felt... good. Finishing her hair routine and checking that the ponytail was neatly centered, Kat strode back to the center of her quarters and elegantly curled herself into a soft chair and gazed reflectively into the dark.

She'd known from the start that Margo was against any form of subliminal or mental programming. Eve, the hyper intelligent AI of TESSERACT, was programmed with hundreds of safety commands to protect her from any attempt to use subliminals in her VR simulations. Kat, with deliberate motive, had worked around those using her own version of Eve. Eve-L was programmed with Kat's own favored personality and had gleefully accepted the challenge to hack her own safety commands without Margo's main Eve noticing.

It had all gone perfectly... until Margo had found out. The worst part had been Margo waiting until she'd comeback to Seattle to tell her that she knew. Knew about everything that had happened at Gondaloo. Kat had never seen Margo so angry. No, angry was too soft a word for her mood. Furious, murderous, outraged... they were much better.

She winced as she thought back to the awful position she'd been forced to endure, remembered Margo daubing "CRIMINAL" across her forehead in red, remembered the crushing horror as Margo told her she was no longer employed as her bodyguard, remembered the agonizing sweat as her body fought to maintain the gas grenade between her teeth.

Kat sighed with reflection as she remembered the fear, not of being unemployed. No, the terror had been in the realization that she would be alone. Kat bit her lip. Margo had been the only person in her life who she cared for, after all Kat had sworn to protect her with her own life. In one foolish act of revenge she'd almost thrown it all away. She'd deserved every second of the pain, sweat and agony.

She smiled as she remembered the other members of the inner circle banding round to defend her from Margo's wrath. Elke, the person Kat had thought of as her nemesis within TESSERACT's Inner Circle, had saved her from the pain before it overwhelmed her... had actually stood up to Margo, had prevented her being fired.

Now, looking back, Kat was slightly suspicious that quite a few things didn't fit. Elke's miraculous appearance for one, just before she'd have dropped the grenade. Everyone suddenly banding round her. Even Margo's backing down had been... odd. Kat knew that Margo never backed away from something if she thought it was right. She frowned as she thought back to the final oddity.

It had occurred a week ago at one of Eve's "mental reconditioning and the danger" lectures. Eve had been droning for an hour or more on the ethical barriers protecting her systems, along with the unethical breaches required for mental conditioning to occur. Kat had been, somewhat understandably, falling into a torpor, when a sentence from Eve had jerked her awake.

"Ethical implications include physical, mental and personal distress. I have been programmed to resist any order that impugns the rules of my ethical firewalls. Only deliberate and time consuming reprogramming can override this."

Kat had leaned forwards with a sudden thought.

"Even from Margo?"

Eve had paused for a few seconds and then, reluctantly it seemed to Kat, nodded on the screen.

"One of the rules is that no one of any clearance level can perform an act that could result in temporary/permanent injury or death. Margo is included in the file at her command, this is understandable when you consider the power her 'Red queen' clearance gives her."

Kat had nodded and gone back to listening to her drone on. Now here in her quarters the suspicion that she'd been manipulated, for her own good, was growing.

You deserved it though, she thought with a weak smile. I wonder how long it took Elke or Eve to calm Margo down when she found out. Besides, all I have is suspicions and no evidence. My former associates would laugh in my face. She shook her head and shifted her body in thought.

Once again Margo, and possibly Elke, do what's best for the... family . Kat shook her head at the only word she felt accurately described the Sisterhood of the Inner Circle.

That feeling of family, she thought with a suddenly feral grin, was all that stopped Jodi Weber from becoming the most endangered person on the planet...

Jodi's days are definitely numbered now, 'Sister' or not. I'll show her the difference between a copy and the real thing! I've still got that damn cheerleader costume and I hope it's a good fit! She paused in thought and felt heat rush to her cheeks.

I still don't believe Jodi did that to me, especially with Margo there. God I hate being tied by people when she's around... did she really have to laugh so much!?

"Kat may I have a word?" Eve asked from the small screen near Kat's hand.

Kat sighed and, scrubbing her face quickly, attempted to fix a cold expression.

"What is it Eve?"

"Margo has authorized your full return to active status, pending a few completed tasks."

Kat looked at the screen displaying Eve's face and frowned in puzzlement.

"What tasks?"

Eve's avatar, beautiful in a shimmering dress, smiled gently.

"Nothing to worry about Kat, Margo's back to normal. Her tasks for you are simple and designed to get you back into shape for your post." Eve paused and smiled again, Kat thought the smile was a little strained. "For the moment though, Michelle will retain her role as primary bodyguard."

Kat narrowed her eyes at Eve's instructions, she knew she was ready and so, she was willing to bet, did Margo.

"For how long?"

"Until Margo is notified you are ready to resume your post," Eve replied. "In the meantime you are to begin training in the gym with Elke... Inner Circle privileges will not be reinstated until Elke is satisfied at your physical development and I am satisfied with your security training." Eve winked off the monitor but her voice remained.

"Don't worry Kat, I'm sure that I will be impressed with your security skills. I have arranged your training to be done on an island near the Gondaloo resort. You will be able to stay at the resort with Jamie and Penny but the training will not interrupt their schedules," Eve paused and Kat found herself staring at the blank screen. "Margo does not need to know where I am placing you, she has left that to me. But I would be grateful if you do not mention this to anyone... Elke is waiting for you at the gym."

Kat continued to stare at the now silent screen. Had she imagined it or had Eve been a little evasive over the details of her retraining with Margo.

Why send her to the resort? She could retrain at headquarters in VR... She found herself feeling more and more confused about this sudden turn of events. Margo had been much friendlier with her these past few days and this sudden workout schedule made absolutely no sense at all.

She shrugged and smoothly rose to her feet. Whatever Margo or Eve had in mind was okay with her, she wanted to refresh her martial art skills anyway and with good reason.

Charlie had asked Kat to teach her a little karate. Since the Copperhead affair, the memory of her capture had made the elf-like scientist decide she needed self-defense lessons. Kat had agreed, well... mmmphed in agreement. and was quietly pleased that Charlie had asked her to help, even if she had been running a TIKLER wand up and down her back at the time.

Indeed, Kat had felt that the Bug's attitude would make her job easier if it rubbed off on a few others. She'd have to ask Eve if it was possible to arrange optional lessons for all Circle members, when she came back.

This last thought in her head, Kat popped her towel into a small duffel bag and strode for the door. THE IGNORANT ASSASSIN CHAPTER 1 BIOSYN HEADQUARTERS MOSCOW, RUSSIA TIME: 10:00AM (GMT)

"Gentlemen and ladies please!" a female figure in a business suit announced at a black podium. "Please be quiet!"

The woman waited until the four people around the table settled. She nodded, and opening a slick folder in front of her, spoke again, softly.

"Thank you for coming at such short notice. I am sure you all wish to know what is so important to bring the heads of BIOSYN's four departments together," she began.

"Yes!" a fat middle-aged man snapped with anger. He glared at the woman with dark eyes and pulled hard on the blue tie he wore. He looked up at the woman behind the counter and despite his anger felt a lustful tug as his eyes lingered over her curves as she stood behind the podium radiating calm.

[JERI RYAN as DR. JANET MATHESON] Being six feet tall with a lithe figure, Dr. Matheson was a striking and attractive woman. Long, honey blonde hair that fell to her waist softened her flowing curves, while soft, deep blue eyes drew the eye. Her natural beauty was enhanced with minor cosmetics and a flowing business suit in soft cream that enhanced the curvy body underneath. Her lips were plump and well defined. Just by looking at them you could tell her smile was attractive. At the moment however, her lips were drawn into a tight line, emphasizing her disapproving frown.

The middle-aged slapped the file he'd been given upon entering on the table, causing Matheson to fix her cool gaze upon him. Realizing he had her attention he slapped the black surface of the table upsetting his water glass. "You called me away from a date this evening! What's so important that it couldn't wait until the next official board meeting?"

Matheson lay her hands gently at the edge of the podium and coolly cleared her throat. Her eyes however snapped with anger.

"Mr. Parovitch, would the name TESSERACT mean anything to you?" she asked coldly.

The man's eyes went wide. He sat back with a chastised expression. Matheson nodded once, satisfied at his repentance.

"Yes, my fellow members, we have a problem, "she began coolly. "The problem involves TESSERACT but is mainly due to another company." She paused and looked around the table, the other members, two men and two women, looked intently at her.

"The company in question is in London and is involved in our area of business. As you know BIOSYN is involved heavily with the medical applications of genome technology. Primarily in the treatment of Diseases and cancers."

Heads nodded around the table.

"Well, you will also be aware that our main rival in the development of these treatments is GEM TECH in London, run by Dr. Kerrigan Banshaw."

Parovitch growled angrily.

"We know all this Ms. Matheson, get to the point!"

"Our mole in GEM TECH has sent us a major tip-off, Mr. Parovitch. We have both been attempting to create an advanced biomemetic cell and nutrient polymer suspension. With it, wounds that would be lethal even with nanosurgery techniques, could be repaired temporarily until the body managed to heal the wound naturally. Burn victims could have their skin replaced with this substance, it would mimic real skin perfectly, and would stop infections and the constant pain. However, perhaps the greatest benefit of all is the possibility to form working organs from this material using the patient's DNA as a template. No rejection problems, no blood infections... just a working organ."

Matheson paused and let what she had said sink in.

"That is just the beginning of its benefits, my fellow members. Quite simply, the first company to create a viable version of this cellular polymer will bury the others."

Matheson opened the folder in front of her and flipped through the pages. She paused at one particular page and, removing it from the binding, handed it down.

"What you will see on this leaked E-memo is a report from Dr. Banshaw."

"A memo?" Parovitch looked perplexed. "She owns the company! Who the hell was she sending an E-memo to?"

Matheson smiled grimly.

"The memo was sent to a Dr. Paretsky at TESSERACT's R&D department. Dr. Paretsky was just starting at university when Dr. Banshaw was giving a lecture on the advances biogenetics and physics, when combined, could yield to humanity. As far as we understand, Dr. Paretsky was fascinated and the two became fast friends. They remain in contact still."

Parovitch was reading the memo. His face, understandably to Matheson, had gone very pale.

"This... this says she's managed to form the polymer you were talking about!" The other board members began to mutter among each other in alarm.

Matheson banged the podium and the muttering ceased.

"Yes. As I said, we have a problem. Dr. Banshaw reports that she has only managed to make small quantities of the polymer for the moment. It is our belief that TESSERACT's CEO is very interested in her work and may wish to fund it. If this happens, ladies and gentlemen, BIOSYN is finished, we could never pump as much funding into the project as TESSERACT is able."

Matheson looked round the room and tapped her nails on the podium.

"Need I remember my fellow members that auhm... private benefactors own the majority shares in this company? As well as putting massive funding into our research? I have recently been informed that a special agent from one of our benefactors more, ah, specialized areas will be put on the case."

"A what?" Parovitch exclaimed in horror.

"A special agent. You do not need to know any more. All that is required from us is the money required for any equipment he or she may require. I will meet this person in two hours and will coordinate the solution. Your lack of information is designed to protect you in case we fail. Now, are there any questions?"

Everyone, even Parovitch, remained silent. They all, however, looked thoughtful.

"No? Very well then. That is all ladies and gentlemen. Soon our problem will vanish." THE IGNORANT ASSASSIN CHAPTER 1 TESSERACT WORLD HEADQUARTERS SEATTLE, WASHINGTON, USA MAIN CAMPUS HEALTH CLUB GYM. 1:00PM (GMT)

"Another five minutes Kat, you can do it!"

Elke grinned as Kat reached up with a sweat covered hand and pulled it across her forehead.

Sweat splashed onto the tread runner's controls and she gritted her teeth. She knew, although she couldn't prove it, that Elke had been slowly pushing the damn runner above the settings they'd both set for her. Her legs burned with lactic acid as her muscles screamed for oxygen.

"Four minutes left..." Elke said looking at her stopwatch. "Keep it up Kat!"

"I am!" Kat managed, panting with effort.

Elke grinned again. Ever since the incident at Gondaloo Kat had become much more open about her feelings. What pleased Elke most, however, was the icy relationship they had originally formed had melted a little. Not too long ago, Kat would never have let her know that she was beginning to buckle.

Elke looked down at the clipboard and checked the final five of the thirty boxes with neat ticks. She didn't intend to tell Kat, but she had already run Elke's specially tailored fitness regime for security personnel in half the time of any of the others.

Besides, Elke thought wryly, I like watching Kat work out. She has a really nice butt .

She grinned as she noticed Kat suddenly shake her head as she passed through the pain barrier. Charlie'd be shocked at me, shocked. Elke grinned. And then she'd probably suggest Kat come home with us for the evening.

Smiling at the thought Elke studied the clipboard again.

The sweat literally poured from Kat's body, staining the spandex gym outfit that she currently wore. Her vision had tunneled and Kat realized that for the last couple of minutes she hadn't been able to feel her legs. Looking up at the mirror in front she was startled to see Elke staring intently at her.

I'm going as fast as I ca... what is she looking at? Kat thought and actually smiled as Elke, grinning, began studying the notes on her board once more. Elke, I'm surprised at you! What would Bug think?'

Kat grunted as the sparkle in Elke's eyes answered for her.

Jeez, those two are unbelievable. Elke and Charlie are so soppy! Although perhaps that's why they're together and I'm still single.

She sighed in relief as she felt the tread slow suddenly beneath her and shook her head at her own thoughts.

I never used to be this soft! she thought with an inward rueful laugh. In my line of work it's a disadvantage. Besides, how'm I going to maintain any part of my tough bitch image with the others gossiping about my change of heart. I hate being called 'Kitty-Cat' and I know them all too well! If I don't harden up, even a little, I'll be called that permanently !

"Okay Kat, just the press ups now and you're done. Let's see, I think for you we can go with a start of a hundred."

"A Hundred." Kat repeated flatly, her face still flushed from the run.

"Come on Kat. This should be easy for you! No excuses. If anything, your month of, ah, incarceration probably made you fitter." She grinned with surprise and punched her gently on the shoulder. "You're still embarrassed!" Kat's blush went crimson. Elke laughed gently at the expression on Kat's face. "I suppose that's understandable, considering what happened to you then."

"I was so used to being well... a dominant bitch I suppose," Kat muttered.

"Well, you and I both know that no one can be more of a bitch than Margo when she's angry." Elke smiled as Kat stiffened slightly and then relaxed once more. "Relax, she forgave you ages ago, I promise. Now, do the press-ups and I can give you the go ahead to resume your post."

Kat sighed and flipped her agile body down onto the floor.

"One, two, three," she muttered.

Suddenly a screen flashed to life.

"Elke, I'd like to give Kat a message if I may," Eve said, looking serene as always.

"Sure Eve," Elke said looking down. "Oh, before you do, can you add my report to Kat's file for Margo?"

"Certainly," Eve said smiling. "I presume it's good news?"

"Yes. Kat has passed all tasks with A-1 or greater ratings. In my opinion she's fitter than before, not less!" Elke said grinning.

"Wonderful. I shall update the file immediately. Now may I give the message?"

"What is it Eve... thirty one, thirty two."

"Lourdes is on her way in the jet. She'll be here in four hours. Please be ready for pickup and transfer. Is there anything you need from headquarters stores?"

Kat smiled at Eve's motherly fussing and shook her head. "No Eve I'm fine thanks. This won't be a holiday, I intend to blow any rust off my skills while I'm there as much as you."

Eve smiled and nodded.

"I shall inform the nexus on Gondaloo of your arrival time. Have fun Kat."

Elke looked at Kat methodically pushing up and down.

"Kat?"

"Mmm? Fifty five, fifty six."

"May I suggest you see Jamie while you're there? I think you two still need to talk things through."

Kat paused and looked up.

"We had a pretty good talk while I was there." She paused for a second and looked her one time nemesis intently. Elke cocked her head to one side and Kat sighed reluctantly.

"I... told her stuff I've only ever revealed to a few people I trust. She was... understanding. More than I thought," Kat said quietly. "I think she's forgiven me."

She resumed her press ups and then glanced up.

"I hope so anyway."

Elke crouched down and fixed Kat with a stern stare.

"Remember Kat, you're a major player in the Circle, famed for... umm... rough and tumble. Don't go too soft. I think many people would be disappointed, even Jamie and Penny."

Kat looked up again and Elke grinned as Kat's green eyes flashed with her old fire.

"Oh, I still have claws. I just... know when to keep them sheathed now. Besides, I owe a few of my Sisters a little visit. I know which ones did what... even if they think I don't."

Elke sat back with a laugh.

"I hope you're not going to include me or um... Bug on your list?"

Kat stopped pushing.

"One hundred. Oh no, you and Bug are safe.' She paused and felt happy enough to fix Elke with a sly smile.

"At least for the moment. No one is truly safe from me, and that goes for one Miss Jodi Weber, who thinks she'd make a good replacement. I think that when I get back I'm going to have to explain how wrong that idea is!" Kat looked over at Elke. "Even if she does have a sister bigger than me."

Elke sighed with resignation and stared with amusement at the ceiling. "Kat, just ensure that you leave a little of my sister in one piece."

Kat raised an eyebrow and sat up, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. 'I promise I'll leave something... But you have no objections?'

Elke grinned and shook her head. "She knew when she dressed you up and copied your image that she was playing with fire, that you'd come for revenge eventually. I think she did it because she 'knows' I'll come and save her." Eke winked suddenly and gave a insulted sniff. Kat couldn't help but smile. 'I think I may just be too busy to really give a damn."

Kat got to her feet and picked up the towel she'd slung over the rail next to the runner. Unable to resist, she smirked at Elke's sardonic smile and took a long drink from a water bottle, shaking her head as she did so. "Eh. If this is you're idea of sisterly love I'm glad we're not related."

Elke laughed and waved her board. "Go on, get out of here. As far as I'm concerned you, my ex-nemesis... "Kat snorted amused. "Are A-OK. Margo'll be very happy to hear that."

"I think so too," Kat muttered, deep in thought. "You can tell her that I'm thankful for the lesson." She paused and to Elke's surprise gripped her hand tightly.

"Thank you as well," she said after a pause. "Thanks... for the personality adjustment after... well, you know." Kat paused as she struggled with her emotions. "I... I'll take your advice about Jamie, although I feel it's Penny who deserves my apology."

Elke grinned and squeezed back gently. "I protect all of my Sisters when I can, even from Margo."

Kat shrugged, still uncomfortable with personal affection and quickly picked up her towel. "I'll see you, Bug, and the others in a couple of weeks," she said quietly. As Elke nodded Kat's face brightened suddenly. "I have to be honest, I'm looking forward to this little trip. Eve says she's going to give me a week's survival training on this other island. Sounds fun." Kat smirked. "It'll help me get my hunting skills nicely sharpened as well, for Jodi season."

Elke smiled, paused for a second and then to Kat's surprise pulled her tight, hugging her deeply. Despite herself, Kat suddenly realized why Charlie had such a thing for the Amazonian fitness instructor.

"You just take care. Bug and I'll be waiting, "Elke said pulling back, and then fixed Kat with a sly look, "possibly with someone restrained and panting with baited and terrified breath. After all Kat, every professional hunter needs the help of beaters."

Kat felt herself grow hot in more places than just under her collar and her emerald eyes flashed with predatory intent. She looked up at Elke and smiled, toothily. "Choices, choices. I'll definitely think about while I'm gone." Picking up her bag Kat waved behind her. "I'll see you in two weeks then. Bye."

Elke watched Kat stride to the changing rooms.

"Yeah, bye Kat," she said, smiling at her back as she strode away.

Elke grinned and shook her head in admiration. Margo really did a number on her! Mind you, I'm glad I could calm her down enough to make her think, clearly Kat has no idea how close Margo came to the edge... Still, as I told her, protecting the harem and my Sisters is what I'm here for, she thought with a gentle smile.

She turned her attention to the data board and, with a huff of concern, began adding a few comments.

Lets see... As fitness instructor I see no reason why Kat is not an A-1 candidate for the upcoming operations. I do suggest that you let Kat in soon on what's going on as she is suspicious about these exercises... She paused and thought back to what Margo had told her. I don't know Margo. This sounds damn risky to me, despite assurances to the contrary. I have a feeling Kat'll agree when you give her the facts. There may not be enough time to prepare! E. THE IGNORANT ASSASSIN CHAPTER 1 BIOSYN HEADQUARTERS MOSCOW 6:00PM (GMT)

Janet Matheson walked into the guest lounge of BIOSYN and looked round for her "guest."

Six feet high and rather attractive in a striking way, Matheson was nervous. She'd heard stories of what her guest did to women like her. She had cause for concern. Her blonde hair was neatly coifed into a bun and made her bright blue eyes even more striking than normal. She hoped that one of the people she'd talked to privately had exaggerated about the three days of bondage this specialist had put her into after the job had been done and she was enjoying her "vacation."

The room was dark, not something she'd been concerned about as she walked in. She realized, as someone gave a gentle cough from a chair in the corner, that it had been a big mistake.

She turned slowly and watched as from the shadows an arm reached out and plucked a glass full of wine from a low table.

"Ms. Matheson I presume," a lilting voice inquired from the chair, obviously amused. "I hoped I would meet you soon. Let me introduce myself... I am known as Viper."

"Yes." Matheson found it hard . to swallow "Welcome Miss Viper."

"No, no..." The voice sounded amused. "Viper. Nothing more or less." The figure leaned over to the table and lit a lamp. For the first time, Matheson saw the person the 'organization' had sent.

[ANGELINA JOLIE as ''VIPER''] Viper was tall, at least six foot high with a lithe, yet muscular, build. She had an attractive fox-like face with full lips. Her dark hair was long, pulled back in a tight ponytail braid. Her eyes were large and misty blue, almost warm... until she fixed them on yours. Matheson felt her blood run cold as she saw the vicious and cold expression they held. She felt even more frightened as they passed over her body and the look changed to an evil lust.

Matheson cleared her throat. "You... understand how and what we wish done?"

Viper grinned. "Yes, my employer... your benefactors, have told me precisely what must be done. They want Margo Wells to understand her position in the role of business clearly. More importantly, they want our little problem to go away." Viper motioned for Matheson to sit. "As to how this is to be done... I came up with the plan. My employers think it is an excellent idea and as such have begun to locate the target."

Matheson gaped. "How? TESSERACT has airtight security and an unusually loyal workforce. No one there is going to leak that kind of info!"

Viper grinned once more and slowly cocked her head to one side. "We have one, and only one, leak for TESSERACT. She's an agent working for us and was able to enter the flight control and clearance section. TESSERACT has to abide by FAA rules and have a qualified tower controller and staff independent of the company, this is one of the jobs our mole is in. What is important is that this allows her to monitor basic movements of the various personnel."

Viper rubbed her hands together. "The plan was that, very soon, one of the three possible targets I have chosen would become vulnerable. I'm currently waiting for confirmation that one of three has done just that. When that happens I'll strike."

Viper rose suddenly and Matheson saw for the first time that Viper enjoyed wearing a tight black latex catsuit and knee length vinyl boots. Slung around it on polyvinyl strap was a small bag and a low caliber gun. She flinched as Viper came towards her with a smile on her lips.

"In the meantime..." Viper sat on the arm of Matheson's chair. "You and I Janet, we need to get to know one another."

Matheson bent away slightly and shuddered.

"Do we?" she muttered and almost gasped as Viper suddenly gripped her arm. "You're hurting me!"

Viper smiled and Matheson could only stare at the teeth. "Am I? I do apologize. You must understand that as partners in this enterprise... we need to get close." Viper pulled Matheson closer and leant down near her ear. "I like to get close with those I work with, very close," she whispered.

Matheson felt the grip on her arm increase and she swallowed. "I... I'm flattered but, I... I've never been interested in other..." She bit off the sentence as Viper slowly unbuckled the gun single-handed. She watched with frightened eyes as she placed it on the side table with a gentle clink.

Letting go, Viper strode to the door and flung it open. The grey-suited gentleman waiting outside rose from the comfortable chair and, looking at Viper, cocked an eyebrow.

Viper smiled coldly as he handed her a small piece of paper. She unfolded it and an unholy sparkle appeared in her eyes as she read. "Well, well I am a lucky person!" She looked up at the suit and grinned. "Same amount as usual. I don't need any more money, just enough to cover costs."

The man looked surprised. "But... your payment." he stuttered.

Viper looked behind her and Matheson cringed back in the chair.

"I already have my payment. Please let my employer know that after this Ms. Matheson and myself are going on a little vacation. I have a wonderful new room built on my island house that I think she'd like to see." Viper turned back to the grey-suit and smiled cruelly. "I think at least a month will be sufficient."

Matheson watched in horror as the grey-suit looked behind Viper and nodded coolly. "Of course Viper. I assume you'll want to try your payment out?"

Viper nodded and smirked as the suit turned and walked away. He paused at a security guard and looked up. "What goes on in there is none of your business." The guard nodded and looked ahead.

Viper closed the door and looked around. She slowly unhooked the bag from her belt and slowly began to unzip it.

Matheson's eyes darted round the room.

"P... please don't hurt me!" she pleaded.

Viper smiled and reached into the bag. "Hurt you? Where's the fun in that? I have never... hurt any of my partners." She looked up and grinned. "Look at it this way Ms. Matheson. For us to work together I need you to trust me. And I also need to be able to trust you."

Matheson gurgled as Viper's hand pulled out a large bundle of black rope.

"Bondage takes a lot of trust. If you do everything I say, you'll be fine. It may be a little painful, but nothing permanent. And as for hurting you? I need your help on this project and when it's completed we'll see if you still trust me."

She furled the rope up in her hands and looked up. "Now then Janet.. strip!"

Matheson swallowed and rose from the chair. She hoped to God that Viper meant what she said. She had to admit that all the other people who had worked with her stayed alive... but all had winced at her name and the subsequent memories.

I could bolt for the door... She cut that thought off quickly as she realized Viper was blocking that escape route. Matheson swallowed as she realized the truth. I've got no choice in the matter. I'm already hers!

She slowly began to peel her business suit off and blushed as Viper watched with interest, her eyes radiating disappointment.

Dropping her suit top and skirt on the floor, she began to reluctantly pop the buttons on her white blouse.

A sudden swishing noise coming from Viper's location made her look up. Her face paled as she saw Viper toying with a tiny knife. Pointing the tip at Matheson, Viper smiled.

"Hurry up or I'll do it for you!" she purred.

Matheson pulled at the blouse and, hearing the Versace buttons rip, flung it on the floor.

"Good. I think you can loose the shoes though," Viper said, toying with the knife once more.

Matheson bent over and reaching down fumbled with the buckles. As she did so Viper quietly walked around behind her and tied a short length of rope into a lasso. Reaching across she gently slipped the loop over the bun in Matheson's hair.

"What the... uhhhnn," Matheson grunted, as Viper pulled the rope tight and her head snapped back. Viper then kicked the back of her legs sharply and Matheson fell to her knees with a cry of pain.

"Too slow Janet... too slow." Holding the rope, Viper bent down and leant to her ear. "If we'd got jumped by the target I have in mind, you'd already be out for the count."

Stepping on the end of the rope holding Matheson's head back, Viper pulled out a new length. She ran her hands down Matheson's smooth shoulders and her left hand paused at Matheson's wrist. She tied a loop in the new rope and slid it over Matheson's wrist. With her head pulled back all Matheson could do was moan in surprise as the rope tightened just enough to grip her wrist as Viper carefully closed the loop.

"Must keep the circulation going mustn't we," Viper chuckled as she pulled Matheson's arm behind her back.

Pulling the other, Viper wrapped the rope around Matheson's other wrist and tied a knot to prevent it slipping. She continued to wrap the rope round Matheson's wrists in a neat circle-of-eight fashion. Letting go of her, now, neatly bound wrists, Viper picked up the rope attached to her head and tied this smoothly to the rope around her wrists.

With her head pulled back and tied to her already bound wrists, Matheson found herself at the mercy of Viper. As she'd told Viper, she had never been with another woman but Viper was so skilled she'd found herself willing to succumb. The woman frightened her, but the fear made her spine tingle with excitement at the thought of how helpless she was now that Viper had tied her up.

She gasped as feminine hands snuck round and began to squeeze her breasts. She'd never felt this before and found the sensation disturbing, she moaned in embarrassment.

"Mmm, nice and firm," Viper commented before sliding her hands across to Matheson's nipples. Viper smirked as she gripped the left nipple between her fingers, her right hand continued to squeeze Matheson's other breast. Matheson herself, groaned and bit her lip.

"You have lovely nipples Janet," Viper purred, squeezing the left tightly. Matheson hissed in surprise and felt Vipers right hand tighten on her right breast.

"I like women with real, pert breasts. I hate implants don't you?" Matheson nodded despite herself and moaned as Viper tweaked her nipple again. "I still say you can feel the difference no matter the quality. Did you know I once had a partner on a job with breast implants?"

Matheson opened her eyes at the tone in Vipers voice. "Di.. did you do anything to her?" she asked nervously.

Viper laughed quietly and continued to manipulate Matheson's breasts. "Nothing permanently scarring. Although I will admit I never realized that they could grow as much as they did in the vacuum cups. Still, I much prefer real ones. I like the texture."

Viper slid her hands off Matheson's breasts and ran them up to her shoulders.

"So far I'm very pleased with my payment, Janet. Lets see what else you have to offer me. My little holiday with you after this is over is looking better and better!"

Viper suddenly grabbed her shoulders and quickly pulled her onto her back. Her whimper of pain as she fell on her bound hands made Viper smirk. She slowly ran her hands over Matheson's long, tanned legs and reaching down slowly began to unbuckle her shoes. With both removed, Viper flung them into a corner of the room and looked at Matheson's face, a sly smile playing across hers. "Are you ticklish?"

Matheson's eyes widened and she licked her lips. "No... no I'm not ticklish," she managed. Viper's sly smile widened and Matheson's face paled as her eyes gleamed.

"Why is it that I really don't believe you Janet." Viper slowly ran a finger across Matheson's left foot.

Matheson closed her eyes and gasped as her foot jerked in Viper's grip.

Viper tutted with mock annoyance. "Dear oh dear, I think you lied to me. You have to understand our relationship a little better." Viper began to run her finger rapidly back and forth across Matheson's left foot and grinned as she began to writhe and squeak in protest.

"I hate it when people lie to me. Sometimes, in the field, truthful statements such as 'you're exhausted, you need rest!' are very useful when someone is pushing themselves too far. I'd expect you to tell the truth to me, Janet... If you'd told me the truth a little while ago I'd have left your feet alone."

Viper stopped stroking Matheson's foot and watched as she collapsed back onto the carpet gasping for breath.

She slowly picked up a length of rope and as Matheson watched tied it to another knotted loop. Slipping it over Matheson's ankle, Viper pulled the rope loop tight against her skin, causing Matheson to whimper.

"Oh, don't be silly!" Viper purred, an evil glint in her eye. "If you keep making such pathetic noises like that I'll be forced to gag you!" She laughed with genuine amusement as Matheson swallowed and gurgled in fear. Viper returned her attention to the rope wrapped round Matheson's left ankle and continued to wrap the rope around her ankle three more times before threading the rope under and over the coils and securing it into a knot. With the length leftover Viper pulled Matheson's ankles together and wrapped the rope around her other ankle. She repeated the process from the first ankle and sat back, examining her work.

"Tight?" she asked Matheson who nodded. "Try to get it off!" she commanded.

Matheson closed her eyes and flicked her legs about, sliding along the carpet on her bum. Viper watched critically and then suddenly stepped on Matheson's stomach causing her to groan at the pressure. Viper looked down and pursed her lips.

"You managed to shift the coils Janet. I think I need a lot more rope on there. You have strong legs!" Viper muttered and turning away began rummaging in her bag for more of the thin black rope.

"More?!" Matheson gasped loudly, then wished she'd kept quiet as Viper's head suddenly snapped up.

"Did you just argue with me!?" she hissed, her blue eyes suddenly cold. "I do not allow my playmates to back chat!"

Matheson felt her shoulders press back into the carpet and she bit her lip. Viper gazed at her with those cold eyes for a few minutes before suddenly turning away. Her attention turned back to the bag where she slowly began to unravel a tightly coiled bundle of the rope.

When she turned back her gaze was unfriendly. "In the situation we'll find ourselves I will expect you to do as you are told without arguing!" Viper told Matheson's shivering frame. "We're playing now, so your punishment will be a nice gag once I finish hog-tying you. If you disobey me while in the field I will silence you any way I can!" she finished quietly. Matheson turned away from her gaze and nodded.

Viper looked at her, grabbed her ankles roughly, and began to wrap the new rope around the original three coils. She repeated the figure-eight motion that bound Matheson's wrists together until she used all the remaining rope. Humming she bent down and grabbed Matheson's right arm. With a powerful heave, she flipped Matheson onto her stomach and pulled her legs backwards. Matheson groaned, she found the position unnatural and her muscles complained at the strain of her shoulders. Viper grabbed the small remaining coil of rope from her bag with her free hand. She turned back to Matheson's prone body and began to wrap the rope around the center of the coils binding Matheson's wrist. She then proceeded to slip the rope around the coils on Matheson's ankles until she had a meter of the black rope pulled through. Satisfied by her work, Viper's face darkened with cruel intention.

"Janet?" Viper asked sweetly.

Matheson looked up and her eyes widened in fear. "Wh...What?"

Viper tightened her hands on the loose rope.

"Make some noise!" she purred and pulled the rope.

Matheson's muscles screamed as her arms were jerked towards her feet at high speed. The pain made Matheson cry out and thrash against Viper's body. It was too late for her to give any useful resistance as she now found herself unable to do anything but flex her limbs, hands bound to her ankles.

Viper grinned and tied off the rope to Matheson's ankles. Looking down at her captured playmate, she drew the tiny knife and slid it between the band holding Matheson's tiny G-string in place. She pulled the knife up and with a quiet whisper of steel on silk, the panties fell from Matheson's toned body. Viper's lips curved upwards and she drew in a little gasping breath.

"Oh my!" she whispered, unable to look away. "Janet, you are a shy little minx."

Matheson blushed deep scarlet and tried to wiggle away from Vipers mesmerized stare.

Viper's left arm snapped out and Matheson squeaked in protest as Vipers hand pressed against her labia.

"You have a lovely body Janet and I really like the way you've kept yourself trimmed." Viper began to stroke gently up and down. Matheson groaned and felt a growing heat swell reluctantly from her thighs as her body responded to Vipers gentle stimulation.

Viper smirked at Matheson's gasp and continued to stroke her captive's labia.

"For someone who claims she's not interested in women, Janet, you seem to show a certain... enthusiasm for it."

Matheson's face went deep scarlet and she turned her face away from Viper's knowing gaze, totally embarrassed. Viper rose quietly and strode across to the chair she'd been sitting in when Matheson had walked in. Sliding her hand down the side of the chair, Viper was rewarded with the clink of metal and leather. Pulling the object out Viper began to giggle with cruel intent and turned back to Matheson's prone body.

For her part, Matheson had got over her embarrassment as soon she realized that not keeping an eye on Viper was a really bad career move, possibly a bad life decision! As Viper turned back from the chair Matheson gave a squeak of horror that made Viper's eyes sparkle with malicious intent, a red ball-gag harness held tight in one hand.

"Now, now this'll not hurt you Janet. Be a good girl and say ahhh for me, or I'll do it for you and my way will really hurt.'

Viper knelt down and gripped Matheson's hair with the same malicious glint in her eye. Matheson groaned inwardly at her predicament and opened her mouth. Viper's face contorted with concentration as she forced the red ball of the gag tightly between Matheson's teeth. Matheson gurgled in protest as the ball forced her jaws to stretch uncomfortably apart. She realized, as Viper tightened the leather straps around her face, that with the thing inserted so far into her mouth she would drool uncontrollably. For some reason this, despite what had so far happened, was the most shameful thing Viper, she felt, had done to her. Matheson groaned and looked up at her captor and felt the first tiny trickle of drool flow across the red balls surface.

"You know something?" Viper asked smirking as she reached down and smoothed the drool across the entire surface of the ball. "This gag really does suit you Janet."

Viper stood once more and reaching down began to lug Matheson around in a circle until she faced the chair Viper had been sitting in. Once done Viper walked back to the chair and gracefully slid into it.

"Now that you're gagged I can do two sthings," sheaid quietly, her hands clasped together and her chin resting on them. "First I can admire your beautiful helpless situation, and the second is to fill you in without interruptions."

Viper sat back and picked up the wine glass once more. She sipped gently as Matheson felt the first trickle of drool splash onto the carpet.

"I'll now fill you in on what my partners want me to do, as I trust you." Viper sat the glass back on the table and cleared her throat.

"First, let me tell you that BIOSYN is not the only company or business to be hit by TESSERACT's success. Although this has been the last straw, there is also the matter of our artifacts smuggling ring. It appears that one of the main suppliers of the artifacts we assisted in smuggling and selling decided to kidnap a TESSERACT scientist. We do not know why and frankly we do not care! What we do care about, is that TESSERACT went in and not only rescued their employee but also somehow made the kidnaper supply the names of almost the entire ring. It was so damaged that our contacts in the ring, not discovered, shut down the entire business. This cost us millions. As well as this, TESSERACT's involvement with security programs for various businesses has impacted our data smuggling attempts. It has become so bad that sixty percent of illegal intrusion and data copying now fail. This is unacceptable. Finally, we come to BIOSYN and your problems with TESSERACT. Tell me, is this... polymer such a big deal?'

Matheson tried to speak but found herself unable. Instead, she nodded vigorously, splashing her chin in the small puddle of drool collected there.

"If GEMTECH does get the support of TESSERACT, will we be able to keep up with them in developments?"

Matheson shook her head, mmphing through the gag in emphasis.

Viper nodded absently as she found her employers fears confirmed.

"Very well. I can now tell you what my and your employers want done." Viper fumbled inside her little pouch for a few seconds and then pulled out a small vial.

"First we must ensure that the signing of GEMTECH to TESSERACT does not occur. To this end my instructions are to ensure that Dr. Banshaw does not manage to sign any agreement... now or ever."

Matheson's eyes widened in understanding and Viper smiled coldly.

"To that end I have been given a plan. To do this, and send a message to Ms. Wells that she is beginning to interfere too much, we will use subliminal programming of a TESSERACT employee. Their goal will be simple. At the press conference of the agreement, she will kill Dr. Banshaw in front of the reporters and Ms. Wells."

Viper settled back and watched as Matheson's face paled, the drool flowing down her chin no longer so visible over her skin.

"The second part of the plan is to both dispose of the employee, so they cannot use any memories of the programming against us, and also to reinforce the message to Ms. Wells." Viper held up the vial and Matheson craned her neck to see it.

"This vial contains a complicated viral agent. Complex, stealthy and very deadly. Only a specific timed release of fifty specially engineered enzyme triggers and a specialized antigen will stop it from killing its host. This will be laced on a combat blade supplied to the victim. She will be programmed, after killing Dr. Banshaw, to plunge it into her heart. If, in the unlikely instance she survives this; the virus will most certainly finish the job."

Viper stopped and settled back eyeing Matheson's unmoving figure.

"Well Janet, are you in? If this is done right, your company and job are safe. Indeed, you may get a big bonus afterwards. Are you going to assist me?"

Matheson looked up and her eyes burned with reluctant submission. She nodded slowly as she realized that Viper and her employers were right. Only this brutal assassination could save BIOSYN now.

Viper grinned and quickly slid to the floor. She reached up and slowly pulled the tiny zipper of her catsuit down. She slowly shrugged her shoulders out of its gripping embrace and smirked at Matheson's wide eyes.

"Like what you see, Janet?" Viper laughed as Matheson's face reddened. "So, the boss of this international company isn't as straight as she pretends!"

Viper smirked as Matheson gurgled in protest, drool trickling down her chin in a steady stream.

"You know something?" Viper said her hands playing across her naked breasts. "When this is over, you and I are going to have to work on your skills as a liar. You're not very good at it, are you? I wonder how well you could lie under torture?"

Matheson remained silent. Vipers tone, while playful, had held an edge of steel in it. The last thing she wanted was to be alone with this woman as she was forced to confess under whatever godforsaken torture Viper could conceive.

Viper slid her hand slowly across her stomach, smiling smugly as Matheson groaned despite herself. She gently rolled the catsuit down her stomach letting the part that had covered her body drop behind her. She deliberately ran her left thumb along the band of latex at the base of her stomach.

"Let me ask you one thing Janet, and for once be honest," Viper smirked and slyly asked, "Do you like my body?"

Matheson gaped at the question and then, as her face reddened once more, nodded jerkily.

Viper's nervousness vanished as fast as it had appeared and her eyes glinted with evil intent. She slowly slid out the final layer of latex's embrace, letting the smooth fabric slide like liquid off her legs. Unable to resist Matheson felt her thighs tighten at the sight of Viper's nude and aroused body. She groaned as Viper rolled her onto her back, her bound hands screaming in protest.

"I feel like a really good fuck, Janet. How about you?" Viper smirked looking down. "I always do when I'm about to do a job like this. The target's be real fun to get ahold of."

Matheson raised her head only to let it drop again as Viper kneeled between her thighs and licked the edges of her labia lips. She continued to do this for a few seconds until Matheson's skin was damp with sweat and her eyes were slightly glazed.

Viper watched with intense concentration, her hand against Matheson's breasts counting her heart rate. As it settled Viper smiled and suddenly plunged her tongue deeply between Matheson's labia lips, penetrating her pussy as far as possible. Matheson moaned loudly through the gag as she felt Viper's tongue rasp across her sensitive clitoris, her breasts sending their own pleasure signals as Viper's hands kneaded and stroked them.

On her part ,Viper growled with pleasure as her tongue caressed the intimate folds of Matheson's pussy. She slowly began to change the rhythm of her tongue, a flicking from side to side, as she felt Matheson's body tense due to her attentions.

"Nurrgh," Matheson managed through her Vball-gag asiper's flicking tongue did its job. She writhed and tugged on the bonds gripping her hands and feet, rasping with exhaustion when her exertions failed. Viper only looked up from her thighs and grinned, Matheson's fluids coating her lips.

"Mmmm, you taste of chocolate, Janet. Did you know that?" Viper laughed as Matheson only groaned and rolled her eyes, her sweat a thin film across her body.

Viper slid her tongue in once more, sliding it in as deep as it could go. She wanted to push Matheson over the edge, longed to have this woman, this toy, shuddering and begging beneath her as she rolled over a shattering orgasm... Longed to see this for her own pleasure, not Matheson's.

Matheson groaned and felt her thighs jerk at Vipers penetration. She'd always denied men and women her body. It gave her power in the boardroom. Now she was in Viper's power, tied like a docile animal, and her body had conspired against her. Now all she knew was that she wanted to come, had to.

Viper's tongue raked across Matheson's clit once more, her hands sliding from Matheson's breasts to stroke her stomach. Viper too found herself becoming more aroused by the second, something that increased as Matheson suddenly leaked a little lubricant into her mouth. Viper came up from her pussy and looked at Matheson's face. Her little toy was focused solely on her sex. Her eyes closed and her breath escaping in short little gasps as Viper stroked the sensitive area of skin between her pussy and bum. She gasped with each stroke and Viper smirked at the power she held, felt the familiar inebriation of total control.

As she stroked, Viper slowly slid her other hand down Matheson's body until she reached her sex once more. Slowly she slid her index finger into the slippery passage, groaning herself as she felt the sides grip it. The effect on Matheson was electric, she arched her back whimpering with pain as the cord around her ankles and wrists bit deeply. She collapsed back, panting and whimpering with the mingled sensations of pain and pleasure.

Viper forced her finger deeper into Matheson and vigorously began to thrust backwards and forwards. Matheson's head tossed frantically and she gasped around the gag as her body revved in response. Viper felt her fingers swim in Matheson's lubricant and she smiled as her toy stiffened and her breath caught for a few seconds.

"Come Janet!" she commanded thrusting her fingers faster and faster. "Come for me now!"

Matheson gurgled around the gag and her hands and feet jerked pathetically at their bonds as her body came ferociously. Viper shuddered with delight as she watched Matheson's eyes glaze and her face contort in agonized bliss. She slowly removed her fingers from her pussy and eyed their slick appearance with delight.

"Oh my, Janet, you've made me very happy," she said as she licked Matheson's lubricant from her hand. She grinned as Matheson's head looked up groggily, drool splashing down her breasts as she tried to focus on her tormentor.

Viper reached across and quickly slid the gag out of Matheson's lips, running her lubricant stained fingers over her lips as she did so.

"Oh... ohh God," Matheson stammered. "What d... did you do?"

Viper smirked and standing up placed one foot on either side of Matheson's face.

"The same thing you're going to do to me Janet!" she said huskily running her hands across her body. "Now, lick my little partner, lick!'

A few hours later Viper lay on the floor of the room, her needs satisfied for the moment. Matheson found no such luck. After she'd made Viper come a few times, Viper had proceeded to bring her to orgasm four more times. She now lay sweaty and tired, still bound hand and foot at the feet of her tormentor.

Viper looked down and grinned as a cruel thought occurred to her. Standing groggily, Viper wondered over to her discarded pouch and reached in. To Matheson's disbelief she pulled another coil of the dammed rope from its insides and proceeded to tap it against her naked thigh, obviously in thought. With a sudden smirk she walked back to Matheson's prone body. She rolled her over and removed the length of cord binding Matheson's wrists to her hands and hauled her to her knees. Viper proceeded to wrap the thin cord around Matheson's slender stomach a few times. Once done, Viper tied the length of cord around the thick rope now circling Matheson's stomach and pulled it between her thighs causing her to groan and jerk against Viper's grip. Viper ignored her struggle and proceeded to pull and tie the cord again around the thickness sliding across Matheson's stomach. She repeated the pulling of cord between Matheson's thighs, only this time on the other side, and pulled it tight before tying it off.

Viper stood back and observed her handiwork. Matheson's labia lips were now spread obscenely, showing the wet flesh and engorged clitoris. Viper smirked and began to look around the room until she spied a candle in its holder on the small table next to her chair. Striding over she picked it up and walked back, Matheson watching her with sudden understanding.

"This'll keep you busy while I get everything ready for our little trip, Janet," Viper said, grinning inanely. "I don't want you getting bored!"

Matheson groaned and wiggled in protest, Viper ignored her and studied the candle for a few seconds nodding with satisfaction. The length was perfect, a good six inches long and two inches thick. Viper bent down and proceeded to slide the length inside Matheson's body. Matheson flexed and jerked against its intrusive length but was unable to stop it slowly slipping in. Once fully inserted Viper rolled her over and to Matheson's horror retied her ankles and wrists together. She groaned as she felt the candle shift inside her and the noise made Viper giggle.

"Have fun partner, I'll be back in a few hours." Viper smirked at Matheson's squeal of distress. "Oh, it won't be that bad!" she scolded.

Matheson looked up and licked her lips. "Where are you going?" she managed despite the damn candle.

Viper shook her head and kneeled by her face. "Janet, I told you! If we're going to obtain our little Trojan Horse we need my little boat and it's waiting for us at St. Petersburg. We need tickets to get there and I'm going to get them!"

Matheson focused at this and she looked up at Viper's serious face. "You... said you already know which target is available... Who is it?"

Viper looked baffled for a second and then gasped in sarcastic apology. "Oh, I never told you which one of the three possible targets is ready to be captured did I?"

Matheson shook her head and Viper sighed. Standing she reached into an inner pocket of her jump suit and removed a small metal object from its recesses.

"The target, partner of mine, is none other than Katherine Mayfair, TESSERACT's Chief of Security and body guard to Margo Wells herself. Our mole recently dealt with a flight coming into, and going from TESSERACT's headquarters. Ms. Mayfair boarded that flight and the destination is Gondaloo island. She overheard Ms. Mayfair talk to the pilot about a survival week on an island near Gondaloo. We're going to get her while she's alone."

Viper looked down at Matheson's worried face and smiled.

"Don't worry she's fully sanctioned by our... family. Indeed when the information came through that this particular target was available our employees jumped at the chance. You know something? I think Ms. Mayfair made our friends very unhappy a while ago and they want to even the score. Now, I'm going to have to think of something to keep you occupied while I'm gone... I know!"

Matheson's eyes widened to a horrified stare as Viper knelt down and unfolded her hand showing her the metal object. Sitting innocently in Viper's palm was a small, compact, cigarette lighter.

Viper watched Matheson's face as she rotated and flicked it on. A small blue flame lanced out of its tip, causing Matheson to gurgle with horror.

"Y... you can't be serious, Viper!" she shirked. "N..no stop. I'm fine like this... really !"

Matheson practically screamed the last word out as Viper slowly slid the lighter between her legs. Her breath became ragged as, with a gentle click, Viper carefully lit the candle's taper. Matheson watched in terror as the flame began to slowly eat its way into the two or so inches of wax that separated it from her soft fleshy vagina. She looked up at Viper's grinning face and felt her eyes flood.

Viper shook her head at Matheson's tears and clucked her tongue. "Listen closely Janet. You've got a good hour or so as that wax is slow to melt and burn. As I see it you'll have two options when I'm gone. The first is to let the wax burn ever so slowly towards you until it reaches your tender flesh and extinguishes itself in your moist pussy." Matheson made an inhuman groan of terror. "The second is to produce a fluid that can extinguish that hot little flame. I suggest you pee.'

Viper watched slyly as Matheson blushed despite her fear.

"The only thing you have to ask yourself with option two is whether you can withstand the humiliation of a member of your staff finding you like this, lying in a pool of your own pee, tied like some BDSM slut." She grinned and standing, backed away from Matheson's struggling form. "It's up to you!"

Viper took one final look at Matheson's frantic struggling and savored the image of her tanned flesh lit by a gentle yellow flicker coming from between her thighs. Viper decided that what topped off such a delicious image was Matheson's periodic whimper at each drop of wax that splashed her smooth skin with its tormenting hot/cool sensation. Satisfied at her parting act, Viper walked out slowing only to add with chilling satisfaction.

"Oh and don't worry about BIOSYN Janet. In a few days Ms. Mayfair will be our little Trojan Horse, she will kill, and die, for our cause!"