Chapter One

 

Adam smiled when he heard a high pitched female scream when the shaped explosive charge blasted through the connecting wall. He tossed a stun grenade into the resulting hole, waited for the blast, and stepped into the smoke filled room, sweeping the left with his Ultimax Mk3 light machine gun while his partner covered the right. He saw movement behind the couch and fired a short burst through the back cushion. A figure sprang up and he put another burst through his face. His partner called clear on his side. There were three figures down on the floor, stunned by the two consecutive blasts. One was a very tasty looking brunette, wearing a tank top and tight, high cut shorts. They kept their weapons trained on the Tangos while more of his men carefully removed their weapons and checked for booby traps. Each Tango was then secured at wrists and ankles with flexible restraints and a black hood placed over their heads.

Looking at the inside of the door, Adam saw that his chemical sniffers had been right. It was booby trapped, which was why they had gone in through the wall.

"The house is clear, sir. Two men and one woman still alive and secured. We're preparing to move them to Alpha HQ now."

"Good. Have the techs gather forensics, and make copies of all documents and electronic records. You never know what might be useful to us. I'm heading back to Alpha HQ with the female. See you at debriefing, Two." We never used names in the field, just numbers.

Private military contracting was big business these days. Providers range from big time operators like Xe (more popularly known as Blackwater) and Halliburton, to specialised groups like his - Alpha Strike Security (all the sexy names were taken). Everyone and his grandmother was setting up a terror group nowadays, for causes ranging from Save the Turkeys From Christmas to serious political or religious groups like the ones you see on the news. That's were he and his team came in. Free enterprise was wonderful - especially when it allowed him to run an equally lucrative sideline of high end female slavery.

The group they had just hit were an unholy alliance of rabid pro-life activists and anti-big pharma fanatics who had come to the conclusion that bombing pharmacies and assassinating chemists was the way to stop birth control and medical exploitation. The fact that one of their members was a gorgeous female, university educated, a rebel from an upper class family, who would be fun to break and worth a pile of money when she was trained, was a very significant perk. Adam could hardly wait to get her back to base.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

The bound and hooded captives were bundled into a van and driven to a nearby field, where two Alpha Strike owned Super Puma helicopters waited. The two male captives were tossed into one of them, followed by all the other Alpha team members, while Adam pushed the stumbling hooded girl into the other one. She was making angry and indignant noises, but the duct tape around her mouth prevented outright screaming. Both helos headed for the converted factory building that was now renamed as Alpha HQ, which sounded more impressive than "the fucked-up abandoned chemical factory that nobody wanted to live near due to several toxic spills". In fact, we had done considerable work on it. It had a shooting range, forensic and technical labs, store rooms, and of course, the detention and interrogation facilities. It also had good sound proofing and a high double fence topped with razor wire and patrolled by dogs. The prisoners were immediately injected with a chemical cocktail that included GBH, and carefully searched, including their hair, teeth and body cavities.

Naturally Adam personally did the girl. She had a good body, expensive teeth and wasn't wearing contacts. Her hymen wasn't intact, and though that didn't prove anything either way, it would have been a miracle worthy of a visit from a Vatican official if she had been a virgin.

Then they were placed completely naked into individual windowless padded cells.

He debriefed the team, screwed them over for mistakes they had made, and congratulated them for a job well done. Then he went to his office, poured himself a cup of coffee, and sat down to do so some paperwork and check for incoming messages. He saw the encrypted email as soon as he entered his twenty-four digit password. He ran the decryption and swore loudly. A major client wanted a face to face meet, which meant a two hour drive to the specified meeting point. He checked his FN Five-seveN pistol as well as the little P90 and spare 5.7mm ammo in his briefcase, and then called Jake, his second in command, to let him know where he was going. More than once, a client had decided Adam was a liability and had attempted to present him with a retirement gift in the form of a bullet in the back of the head.

 

***

 

Matthew stood in the middle of the bridge, staring thoughtfully down at the rushing water of the river below him, looking strangely out-of-place in his immaculately tailored suite and expensive hand-made shoes. Adam knew what Matthew's real name was, because he had made it a point to find out, but he never used anything except Matthew during their conversations. More importantly, he stood beside his car and scanned the high ground surrounding the area for signs of snipers. The weather was clear but cool, so the infra-red sensors in his binoculars worked quite well. To his surprise, it seemed that on this occasion, Matthew really was alone - which set off all kinds of alarms in his mind. Either the sniper was so good that he couldn't spot him - or her - or Matthew didn't even want his own people to know about the meeting. He closed and locked the car, and walked towards the bridge.

Matthew looked up and nodded. "Adam. Good of you to come."

Adam just nodded back and said, "This is all very cold war. I had debated whether to wear a trench coat. I assume you have something special for me."

He simply nodded again, and continued to stare at the swirling waters of the river. "I do. I have a female agent in deep cover. I want you to snatch her, put her through the mill and offer her up to the person in the file I'm going to give you. No support or follow up required. Standard terms."

Adam frowned. "Snatch? I've no idea what you mean," he said innocently, trying to spot the hidden microphone while suppressing the irrepressible urge to look guilty. Matthew had managed to surprise him with his obvious knowledge of Adam's supposedly extra-covert and purely criminal operation.

Someone with an excellent imagination might have seen a smile fleetingly appear on Matthew's face. He nodded once again as if to acknowledge the point, lifted his gloved hand to reveal a flash drive resting on the balustrade, then silently turned and walked away.

 

***

 

Adam let Jake know he was back, and then went up to his private section of HQ. No one except him had access to this area without invitation. When the electronic lock on the door had clicked shut and he had checked that the motion detectors covering the area behind the door had not been triggered, he called out "Honey, I'm home."

A tall lithe girl swayed out of the bedroom, smiling happily. "Hi Adam, how did the raid go?"

"Just like clockwork. No casualties on either side, and three prisoners. One promising female."

The naked girl went to her knees in an elegant and obviously well practised move. She took his hand and kissed his palm before pressing it to her cheek. She smiled mischievously. "So you have a new toy to play with."

He stroked her cheek and jaw line gently. "You're my favourite toy, Fanny."

She stuck out her tongue at him. "Flatterer."

Fanny - whose real name used to be Kathleen McGuire before he kidnapped her - knew him well enough to know exactly how far she could go without getting punished, although he sometimes punished her anyway, just to keep her on her toes. She liked that. It prevented her from getting bored or overconfident.

The funny thing was that she had initially fought Adam the hardest of any of the girls that he could remember. She had been with him for three years now, and he had offered several times to set her free with a nest egg to help her start a new life, but she had refused to leave each time. He had never kept any of the other girls that had passed through his hands for very long, but somehow they just clicked. It wasn't romantic love, or blind slavish devotion on her part. It just felt right to both of them.

When he had grabbed her from a militant militia group that had been trying to brew up some home made Sarin gas, she had been politically kinky but sexually straight. But not long into her training, it became obvious that she had been drawn to the militia due to a deep need to belong, and to be owned. She was also tremendously loyal, and it had taken a lot of deprogramming to help her realise that the militia leader was more twisted than George Bush on LSD. In the end, the only way to "cure" her was to force a transference of the focus of her devotion to Adam. Now, she would literally die for him. However, she wasn't a mindless zombie or even simply stupid. Just like many fundamentalists and fanatics, she was very sharp and intelligent in most things, and only blindly, unthinkingly, loyal in one area. In fact, she had been the militia's hacker, and was a wizard on a computer, and a bit of a geek. She loved fantasy RPG pc games like Oblivion and Dragon Age. She was also quite aware her devotion to him was illogical, but simply didn't care.

When she had realised that he enjoyed sexually hurting women, and didn't do it just for business, she had announced that she would learn to enjoy sexual torture, and went about it as if learning to play a new RPG, delving into the rules and practising with alarming determination. For weeks she went about slapping herself with rulers and bits of string, and pinching her nipples and pussy, masturbating, and listening to home made self-hypnosis recordings on her mp3 player all the while.

At first Adam had been afraid that she would injure herself, but it soon became clear that she had researched the subject of masochism thoroughly on the net and had developed a detailed - and quite ruthless - training plan for herself.

He lifted her up and gave her a hug, enjoying the feel of her naked body. The raid, followed by the searching of the new girl's body had made him horny, but unfortunately he needed to find out what Matthew's new mission involved first. He grabbed one of her nipples and led her over to the area of his private quarters that was set up as an office.

"Can I help?" she asked, letting herself be guided along by his painful grip on her nipple. She grinned when he glanced at her. "I meant with that flash drive."

"Bring me one of the notebooks that's wireless disabled." He had no idea what was on the drive, so he wanted to use a machine that was physically isolated from their network or the internet, just in case it contained a nasty trojan or virus. For that very purpose he had several notebooks that were equipped with neither network card nor wireless or even GPS capabilities.

Fanny fetched the notebook in question, bending over in a very interesting fashion to open the drawer where it was kept. She glanced over her shoulder, and giggled when she saw where his eyes were looking. She waggled her bottom before standing up and bringing the notebook over to him.

Adam gave her a smack on the bottom in retaliation for her cheekiness, before turning on the notebook and inserting the flash drive. No anti-virus alerts went off and the drive only seemed to contain a series of PDF files. He sat down to start reading, with Fanny peering over his shoulder. "You know I'll have to shoot you if you see anything really secret," he said without taking his eyes off of the screen.

"Promise you'll stick your Five-seveN up my cunt if you do. I've always wanted to try that." She gently bit the side of his neck.

"I bet you really mean it too."

"Of course I do."

Adam reached a hand behind him and found her pussy.

"Mmm, that feels nice." She pointed at the screen. "She's hot. And she's well trained too. You'll have to be careful when you take her, or she'll knee you in the knackers, since you're not supposed to tell her that you're on her side."

Adam frowned. He could understand the secrecy. The agent wouldn't be able to implicate Alpha Strike no matter what they did to her, which made her cover more secure. But it meant that she was totally cut off from her handlers and was a dead duck if something went wrong. But Fanny was right. She was really tasty, and he would enjoy training her. However, Matthew's instructions also specified that the girl was to be sold to Burak Ganem, one of Adam's clients, who had "coincidentally" recently asked about getting a new slave. He frowned at this. Matthew knew far too much about his sideline for comfort. It worried him that Alpha might have a security leak.

He also wasn't happy that Matthew was trying to draw his slavery business into the security part of his operations. If his clients found out, they wouldn't be pleased.

He stared at the portrait photograph on the screen and the woman's deep green eyes. Tara Blake, agent and supposed member of the ultra-right-wing White Falcons movement.

Matthew had also supplied a sanitised version of Tara's file that only contained her cover story and details of the White Falcons. Adam printed out a copy of this file, which would avoid any possibility that any kind of high-tech trojan or back door on Matthew's flash drive which might still exist after his scanning, being transmitted to the main network. He would have it delivered to Jake with instructions to review it and to begin planning for the snatch and the assassinations detailed in the documents. The story would be that an unnamed client wanted to take out Tara so they could replace her with their own agent and to eliminate several Falcon personnel who had been classified as an immediate threat to national security. Alpha Strike was just supposed to make Tara disappear, and they could do anything they wanted with her, so long as she didn't inconveniently re-appear.

Adam closed the notebook, and leaned back in the chair with a sigh. He hated lying to Jake and the rest of the team, although in this case there did not seem to be any harm in keeping them ignorant of the details. Everyone in the business knew about Alpha Strike's rendition operations, and he could hopefully plead ignorance if Tara's cover was somehow blown.

Fanny put her arms around his neck and kissed the top of his head. "She'll be all alone, won't she?"

Adam rubbed her arms. "They wouldn't be sending her in if they didn't think she could do the job."

"But what about the slave training? If it's going to be real, it's going to affect her. Look what happened to me."

He shrugged. "If she looks like she's going to crack, I'll tell Matthew, and I suppose he'll pull her out." He kissed her knuckles. "Besides, that's none of our business. Our job is just to snatch her, break her, and sell her off to Mr Burak Ganem, freelance information arms and information dealer."

She licked his ear. "Break her. That's the part you really enjoy, isn't it?" Her firm breasts pressed against his neck and shoulders.

Adam stood and turned to take her in his arms. "Enough business. Let me have this printout delivered to Jake, and them we can ... relax."

Fanny kissed his lips. "I like relaxing."