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Lady of the house
Whenever retired General Deveraux was throwing a party, there were always a few
new comers who were astonished when meeting his wife. Now, Athena Deveraux was indeed a sight to behold. Over six feet tall, close to seven in high heels, muscular yet very elegant, with long, flowing blond hair all down to her shoulder blades. But it would not be her appearance alone which puzzled the first time party goers. It was the discrepancy between this imposing
physique and her bashful, even outright submissive attitude whenever any members of the
opposite sex were around. Even when she was engaging in some pleasant conversation with some of her female friends, as soon as a man joined in, she would hardly utter another word, her eyes towards the floor, flustered and seemingly in total awe of the new participant.
A LATE CAREER MOVE 2
Part two
The next ten minutes were... BIZARRE! He started toying with her in front of the camera. With his hand in her hair he forced her to her knees, and made her stand up again, Then: back down. And up again, five times over.
A LATE CAREER MOVE
Part one
Completely out of breath from climbing fourteen stairs in the shabby dorm building,
she paused in front of number 223. She waited for her heart to calm down again, but it didn’t: it kept pounding in her throat, long after her breathing had returned to normal. She ran her fingers through her silvery hair one last time, set her glasses straight on her nose, and rang the bell.
“Alea iacta est.. », she thought, and waited.
The door was opened by a young man, more of a boy even, in his late teens, she estimated. He was wearing a black T-shirt and black, baggy jeans. His hair was dyed, also black.
“Mrs. Davis? Hi, I’m Gerald; come right in!” A pleasant baritone. Perhaps he was a bit older after all, she thought, shaking his hand.
One room. A bed, a small desk with a computer, a few small tables and one easy chair. And, to the far side of the room, two spotlights and a camera on a stand.
“You do fully understand the nature of the shoot?”, he asked, his back to her, rummaging through a closet. “I mean, have you ever been helpless before?”
The Tube Prison
Phillip Dahl stayed in his bed, in the dark, until he was absolutely sure his parents had gone to bed, too. Then, without a sound, he got up. He didn't turn on any lights, but went to the window from where he could see the front area and entrance of the compound they had been living on for the last six months. It was 2.00 AM, but the place was as busy as on midday. There was fierce lighting, all kind of noise could be heard (which was a good thing, he thought to himself). Vans went of and on, the three gates opening and closing almost continuously. He could see at least fifty men personnel on the ground.
He, his parents and Alicia,his older sister had been living on five different locations in the last two years. This was due to his fathers occupation. Joseph Dahl was a scientist, who worked for the military, a job that took him and his family all over the world. Right now, he was the director of a high facility, experimental prison, located at the back of the compound.
Phillip left his room, softly closing the door behind him. Much to his satisfaction, the outside noise was still very much audible in the house. That would give him some cover. Already filled with excitement and arousal, he made his way downstairs.Passing through the dark living room and the kitchen, he went even further down, to the basement. He opened the door and went to the back wall, to the big heavy steel door that gave access to the corridor which led to the prison.