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Things had been getting on top of me lately. After some considerable thought I had decided to go it alone and create a better accounting package. I decided to start a business for myself after several frustrating years of working with, and solving other peoples problems. It seemed so easy at the start, what with putting aside some capital and allowing for one year of expenses I thought that there would be plenty of time to write and test the programs for what would be certain to be an endless stream of new and eager buyers. I now know that what seemed so plausible in foresight is the impossible in hindsight. The staff from the firm gave me a great send off wishing me all the best in my new adventure. With a slap on the back and a pile of going away gifts I set forth to make my own way, and hopefully my fortune in the future. The work started easily enough, and with the passing of each new day there seemed to be some definite progress made. The core programs worked well and the overall structure seemed clear and concise at the time. Slowly though, the peripheral thoughts and concepts of the system started to bog down my progress. It was as if when there appeared a branch in the path I always managed to choose the wrong way and ended up compiling lost time instead of the all important source code. Six months dragged on. With each passing day, the unfinished tasks kept piling up and my bank balance seemed to go into an ever-steeper state of decline. Gradually even the simplest of tasks took hours to complete, with testing showing up ever more short comings in what originally appeared to be competed cells of the package. Out of the blue there came a call from Phil, my old college from work. "Would it be possible to meet later today for a drink?" The day had been going slowly so I agreed and settled upon our old watering hole. Phil sounded pretty uptight, especially when I asked him about the new Sponsor; Donna Lang. Ms. Lang had purchased the firm shortly after my departure. Almost immediately she had replaced Tim, the old systems manager. Tim had faltered with the increasing workload and had not had enough brains to hire new help to cover my loss. Tim was out of the routine of being hands on and when push came to shove it was him who ended up with the shove when Donna had installed herself in the chair. Phil poured his soul out to me over a few beers at the tavern telling me that Donna had informed him that he was no longer required. "Not so much as, we think you could improve your work, or even two bloody weeks notice, just told me to pack my desk and go" he had said with a sneer. "That hard faced bitch is hell bent on installing her own feminist enclave there, didn't even want to see me again. Had the termination pay made up in her hand and said she would forward my things as soon as she bloody well saw fit, BITCH." "Come on Phil she can't be that bad?" "How the hell would you know, you should see the stuck up, tight arse group of females she has assembled to take over the programming. Keep to them selves and only talk to you to issue a command or convey some menial message from the Queen BITCH. It seems she was thoroughly pleased with your work though. I overheard her talking to the elite group saying that this was some of the best programming she had seen. Just goes to show you David, that it takes real balls to write code in a mans world and no smart arse, stuck up bitch can conspire to get them eh?" He sat at the bar brooding over his sixth beer watching the condensate form small rivulets on the bottle and run down to the card coaster on the bar. "There are plenty of firms looking for good programmers at the moment Phil, just hang in there". "Need any help eith the package David?" Phil asked. Jesus, I thought. I can't let Phil loose on the package. What little progress would be lost while discussing the pros and cons of Italian verses Japanese racing bikes? That combined with Phil's dogged nature would be just too much at the moment. I let that one slide and ordered our seventh for the evening hopping beyond hope that classical music would not surface, or god forbid the stereo system to play them on would stay buried where it belonged in Phil's lounge room. Surface they did, but as usual the old dictum held true that, no matter what shit you are forced to listen to, it is always made easier by the accumulated volume of alcohol that the brain is soaked in. We went our separate ways early in the morning, tired happy and full of beer and ourselves. The dream was back again. Lately as the work became harder I kept having a recurring nightmare about me and a many headed monster that I interpreted to be the program. Tonight was no different as I lay in that neither world between awake and deep sleep, tossing and turning caught in the nightmare. Somewhere far off a bell rang muted but clear through the dream, semi waking me from the nightmare. Bright light exploded in my eyes. Now the bells shreaked painfully in my ears as the pain from my eyes caused by the brilliant light and the ringing of the bells melded into one. The room was flooded with light, streaming through blinds driving into my eyes from the scenic window at the end of the bed. "Shit what is that noise." The haze separated and the ring of the phone started again. "Christ who the hell is this. If this is Phil with some lame joke about sore heads, all shit is going to break loose." I reached for the phone as blinding pain seared through my head and I felt the bile rise up my throat. I belched and let loose the accumulated gasses from the nights over-excesses "David"... a stifled cough caught in my throat. "Good morning. David Walsh here." There was silence for a long moment and then the clear tones of a woman. "Mr. Walsh it certainly does not seem to be all that good of a morning from your end judging from what I heard. "Who the hell is this? at, at ..........." I fumbled for my watch standing unsteadily in the glare of the midmorning sunlight. "10:23 I believe Mr. Walsh," came the voice. I lowered the hand-piece and stared at the cold piece of plastic contemplating if it was worth testing its strength on the cradle. Realising this to be a bad call I raised it to my ear and quietly inquired. "To whom may I have the pleasure of talking to?" "Donna Lane from Prefect Software here Mr. Walsh." Without a pause she continued on. "I've been examining some of you previous assignments with the company and frankly we were impressed with the standard of your work." There was a slight pause and then. "Would it be possible to meet so that we could discuss some contract assignments?" I stood there next to the bed considering the offer for a moment not knowing what to say. "Well, Mr. Walsh, I haven't got all day for your answer?" "Sure, sure I'd be happy to do some work for you. When can we meet?" "Mr. Walsh..." "Please don't keep calling me that, I would prefer David." "Mr. Walsh, we are busy here for the remainder of the day. I wonder if you would be so kind as to come to my house this evening to discuss our working arrangements." Although this seemed a strange arrangement I jotted down the address that she gave me and agreed to meet her at 7.00pm. "Seven PM sharp now Mr. Walsh, I expect all my employees to be prompt" God she was a Bitch, but a job was a job no matter how strange it appeared to be at the time. The rest of the day dragged on as I struggled with the latest routine that I was working on. I had little enthusiasm for the work though, as my thoughts kept drifting away from the screen and thinking about the conversation with Donna Lane and the hanging implied threat for being late. At five o'clock I saved the current files and turned off the computer to get ready for the meeting. Looking through the refrigerator I saw that there was little to interest me in the way of food. Gulping down a glass of milk and I slice of cheese would have to do for the day. Maybe if the meeting with Ms. Lane was short enough I would pick up a pizza or a take out on the way home. I bathed and dressed casually for the meeting slipping on my favourite jeans and the old western shirt that fitted me well and felt comfortable. The drive across town went quickly and soon I was turning into one of the more up market suburbs. The streets were lined with large well-trimmed elm trees that were just beginning to turn with the onset of the cooler weather. "The old car certainly looks out of place here," I thought, as I turned into the quiet culdersac of Princess Court. The Imposing house stood at the end of the cauldersac facing down the street. It was a grey majestic building fenced with the old charm of a well-proportioned limestone wall, tastefully finished in cream mortar. The gates were truly spectacular, large and curved in fine black wrought iron. Behind the gates I could make out the shape of a late model Mercedes Benz sports car parked near the large double door entry. My dated Chevy looked forlorn and tired when surrounded by the opulence of the house and the surrounding neighbourhood. The gates stood closed as I edged the Chevy up to the entrance. A metallic voice, though softly feminine came over the recessed security device that was near to the entry. "Please state your business and whom do you wish to see." "Mr. David Walsh to see Donna Lane for a seven o'clock appointment." There was no answer just the click of a dead bolt and the gentle grating of the solid steel rollers as the gate opened to let me pass. "Please park at the rear of house near the staff entry, Mr. Wash, as we are expecting guests later in the evening." "Bloody nerve, they probably don't want the Chevy to drop oil on the paving," I thought as I drove around the back of the imposing house. I parked the car in what appeared to be a parking area and steeped out. The rear of the house was just as imposing as the front. The large block was slightly narrower at the rear and there was a definite, yet gentle taper down to the rear area. The high stone walls completely surrounded and enclosed the yard and wherever the neighbouring properties were close to the walls a tall line of trees were placed so that privacy was maintained. A lavish swimming pool stood to my right with neatly maintained pool change rooms and entertaining areas near to them. At the rear of the property could be seen a two-story cottage made from the same limestone as the surrounding walls. All of the areas were neat and beautifully maintained, complementing each other. I let out a low whistle and stood contemplating how such a beautiful house could come to be owned by such a stuck up bitch. Phil had said that she was well off but this was positively rich beyond all dreams. "Mr. Walsh?" I turned expecting to see Ms. Lang but there before me stood a maid. She was stunning. I let my eyes travel down her body examining her as she stood there silently examining me. Her raven black hair was pulled back severely into a tight bun held at the side by two large silver hair clips. A neat well-starched maids crown was positioned exquisitely upon her head, held firmly in place by the hair clips. Large silver earrings sparkled in the cool night, lit from the harsh overhead porch light that she stood under. Her face was pale, shaped like a heart with full pouting lips covered by a vivid red lipstick. Underneath the lightly arched slim line of her eyebrows two bright green eyes watched me with a cool indifference as I examined her. A black velvet ribbon that held a broach where the larynx would be bisected her long neck. It appear to be slightly too tight as it disturbed the line of her neck. Her black uniform appeared to be as tight as the velvet choker for the form of her body could be clearly seen underneath the starched lines of the bodice. The line of her bra showed pushing hard upon her breasts lifting them high so the line of her bosom could be clearly seen protruding above the deep vee of her neckline. The line of the uniform continued, tightly following the curves of her body finishing high on the thigh with a white starched frill. A neat well-starched apron hung at the front tied around a severely narrow and obviously constricted waist. The black stocking legs were held tightly together from the thighs to the ground. Here two neat diamond spaces could be made out. The first started at the base of the high hemline and continuing down to where the knees touched. Below the knees another diamond shape continued to where the ankles touched. Her feet were breathtaking encased in stiletto heel shoes that appeared to be some three inches high. They were black patent shoes, enclosing the toe and tied at the ankle with a slender black leather strap that wrapped around her ankles and ended in a small tight bow. My eyes made there way back up this marvellous creature and meet her gaze. She coolly stared back with what appeared to be disdain and a holier than thou look. The moment was broken when she spun on her heels and coolly stated, "Please follow me Mr. Walsh." In turning the starched hem of her uniform had risen slightly exposing more of her legs for my gaze. There could be seen tantalising for an instant above the tops of her stockings, a third diamond where her black panties along with her thighs formed a slim diamond. As she walked the high heels of her shoes made her hips gently sway from side to side and with each rise of the hip, and so to did her hem line lift showing a tiny glimpse of what lay underneath. The seamed stockings were held precisely in line by black suspenders. The lower line of the stocking garters was just level with the line of the hem and the slightest of motions offered a tantalising view of what was beneath. It was as if she knew what I was thinking for she appeared to slightly accent her hip swaying motion to give me more of a view. The edge of her black lace panties could be clearly seen with each step, ending in the round mound that lay at the Centre of the upper diamond. I felt the heat in my loins start to rise and tried to look elsewhere as we made our way through the house towards a secluded study area. She clasp the door knob of the study and before opening the door stood with her body half facing the double doors, calmly examining me over her left shoulder. A faint smile crossed her lips as she saw the beginnings of my erection. Slowly she half opened the door and asked me to enter the study. As I moved past, her left hand casually slipped down to her side and brushed my bulge that was now clearly to be seen. Her arms, that I had until then failed to notice, were ringed by lace cuffs that appeared like the rest of her uniform to be slightly too small. Her hands were slender ending in well-manicured fingers, the nails coated with a nail polish that matched the colour of her lipstick. Her touch, ever so slight was electric and for the first time I smelt the light fragrance that she wore and was almost intoxicated by its scent. Her eyes bore into my face and I became acutely aware of her close and uninterrupted examination. I felt the heat of a blush rising from my throat to my cheeks. The smile broadened as she sensed my embarrassment but still her piercing gaze did not leave my face. "Ms Lang will be with you shortly. Please make yourself at home." With that, she gently closed the door and was gone. I was alone with my embarrassment and the sweet smell of her perfume. Unlike the timbered hall I had stepped from the room was deeply carpeted and simply, but beautifully furnished. The walls were papered in strong earthy greens and browns with a timber dado running at hip height around the room. The right wall was a floor to ceiling bookcase with lead light glass doors. Behind the doors could be seen a multitude of leather bound books that was methodically arranged in height and style. Against the other wall was a rich red chesterfield leather three seater. Dominating the room was a large oak desk that was covered by a subtle green, gold embossed leather surface that appeared to be well used, but clearly loved. A brass reading lamp was situated upon the desk, its pale green glass lamp shades, clean and bright. Behind the desk was a high backed Chesterfield executive chair that offered an imposing position of those seated in the smaller visitors chairs located in front of the desk. The walls were decorated by well placed prints depicting scenes of ducks resting or paddling in peaceful marsh scenes. Behind the desk was a bay window framed by dark velvet drapes that were drawn back and held in position by gold curtain braids. I walked around the room examining its contents and fixtures. All of the contents of the study were obviously well chosen with an eye to detail, by a person who was obviously able to afford and demand the best. Upon the desk rested the latest in slim line touch phones, its ready light glowing dully in the subdued light from the brass wall lamps. Resting neatly in a slight recess in the surface of the desk were two beautiful matching writing pens. Green onyx with fine gold inlays and clips. "The person who uses this desk certainly has taste." I thought. The door opened quietly and I was startled from my examination by a voice that was feminine yet had an edge of known authority. "Mr. Walsh I believe?" I turned to see where the voice had come from and caught site of a tall elegant creature framed in the doorway by the strong light of the corridor. Before I could answer she closed the door, silently and quickly glided past me to the large directors chair behind the desk. She was glorious. Standing as tall as me in heels Donna was a stunning woman. She appeared to be mid thirties but it was hard to tell as she looked like one of those women who have a timeless beauty. As she past me I could see just what a beautiful woman she was. She was dressed in a pastel green business suit that came down to the top of the knee. The suit jacket was open and hung following her lines, indicating the best of fashion tailoring and fit. Under the jacket she was wearing a pearl colored finely embroidered blouse that was diamond cut with a lace panel at the front. Her cleavage could be made out beneath this lace and the lines of a silk bra could just be seen. The skirt was trim and taunt, crossing over at the front left to right so that when she walked her leg could be seen to near the hip line. The view of her form was tantalising as she moved. Her legs were clad in a fashionable pair of white stockings that were lightly embroidered with a lace rose pattern, ending with a pair of pale green high heels that set off the whole ensemble. She wore little make up or jewellery, except for a single strand of pink pearls that hung loosely around her neck resting mid way upon the lace insert of her blouse. Her lips were full and tastefully coated with a pink rose colour. The slender hands had a matching colour nail polish. She wore no other jewellery except for a large spirally wound gold ring that was on the right hand ring finger. "Strange no wedding ring, I thought, I wonder where Mr. Lang was?" I offered my hand as a greeting, but she casually ignored it and I found my self standing before this imposing women feeling more than a touch intimidated by her aloofness and style. Suddenly the casual style of my dress looked and felt very poor in comparison with her and the surroundings. "Please take a seat Mr. Walsh" was her only attempt at a greeting. More of an order than a request. I settled into the left hand of the two visitors chairs and found out that I was then somewhat lower than she was. I instinctively sat upright bringing my knees and feet together, with my hands on my knees like a schoolboy waiting for a stern lecture from a principal. I tried to relax but her steady cool gaze made feel uncomfortable and I begin to sweat. I started to say something at an attempt to start up a conversation but was abruptly silenced by the sound of a knock on the door. Ms Lang raised her hand just barely from the table, but with clear intent to stop me from speaking further. "Come in Elizabeth." There was the briefest of pauses and then the door swung open revealing the maid with a large silver service. I started to move to assist her with the awkward load but Donna's hand again lifted with authority. Elizabeth, the maid who had previously led me to the room, carried carefully the silver service into the room obviously intent upon maintaining the stability of her load. There was the tantalising view of her as she set the tray down upon the table next to me. As she bent at the waist, feet tightly together and deposited the tray on the table she was slightly overbalanced and the tray rattled noisily upon the desk's surface. In this bent over position I was able to see her cleavage clearly and make out what appeared to be a silver ring piercing her right breast. A fine china cup slipped from the tray bounced upon the table, splintering and dropping to the carpeted floor. I looked up into the bright green eyes and saw that the cool aloofness that had been there when we first meet was gone replaced by something near terror. "I'm sorry mistress," came the near pained voice from Elizabeth. She stood rooted to the spot her eyes wide and the colour draining from her face. "Pick up the pieces Elizabeth" As she bent, she was obviously more concerned with retrieving the broken pieces than retaining her modesty, for in stooping her uniform fell forward, offering a complete view of her breasts. The bright silver rings could be clearly seen piercing each nipple. The nipples were raised and hard from the constant stimulation of ring against brassier and uniform. The kneeling position caused the maids uniform to rise at the hemline and her white thighs could be made out above the line of her stockings rising to the vee of the French lace bikini knickers. Her Venus mound could be seen as she knelt, retrieving the pieces of the broken cup. She gathered the pieces quickly and silently in the kneeling position and her posture looked natural but slightly strained. Once she had gathered the pieces and held them in her cupped hands as if she was holding a prayer book. She did not rise but stayed in the kneeling position for a moment. Her head turned towards Ms Lang, eyes brimming with tears and her cheeks flushed. "You may bring another cup for Mr. Walsh now Elizabeth, and we will discuss this matter latter." said Ms Lang dismissing her. Elizabeth's eyes widened again, tears threatening to overflow. She bowed her head again, rising carefully keeping the pieces in her cupped hands, barely able to control her breathing which caused her body to shudder. Her Breasts rose with each shallow breath, the satin fabric of her uniform shimmering in the reflected study light. "Quickly Elizabeth the tea will be getting cold." Elizabeth quietly left, still holding the pieces of crockery in her hands as if they were a precious commodity not to be lost. I turned away from the closed door and saw that Ms Lang was coolly watching me. Again I felt insecure, uneasy in her gaze. "You were a little tough on Elizabeth weren't you, she was only.........." "Mr. Walsh my servants are of no concern of yours and when I require your opinion on how my staff are to be handled then I shall inquire of you. Elizabeth is a trainee with us and requires discipline so that she will be capable of serving her future employees well. Surely Mr. Walsh you would agree that discipline is the cornerstone of a strong personality and employee?" Before I could answer the door opened as Elizabeth returned with a fresh cup and saucer. "Black tea, no sugar for Mr. Walsh Elizabeth" "I'm sorry but I prefer coffee Ms Walsh", I interjected. "Mr. Walsh will take tea with a twist of Lemon Elizabeth" "Tea refreshes the palate and cleanses the blood Mr. Walsh" Elizabeth poured the tea adding the twisted lemon rind with tiny clawed pincers. She served Ms Lang first gently handing the fine cup to Ms Lang. Ms Lang did not immediately accept the cup but watched for a moment as the maid struggled to keep the cup and saucer even at her outstretched reach. The cup gently clinked with the nervous tremor of the maid's hand. After the longest moment Ms Lang took the cup and sat back in the chair with the cup resting on the desk before her. Elizabeth turned to me with the second cup intent on not spilling it. The lightest sheen of sweat was visible on her upper lip and her eyes that previously had held mild rebuke and authority were now wide like that of a cornered animal. "Thank you Elizabeth, I sure there is nothing to worry about." My words startled her. She quickly glanced at Ms Lang and then replied softly with a tense voice. "My pleasure Sir." "That will be all Elizabeth, you are excused." Head bowed; Elizabeth turned and quietly left, leaving me to contemplate over a cup of steaming lemon tea why a maid would be so terrified of such a minor discretion. "Now Mr. Walsh to the business at hand, we have wasted quite enough time for the moment." "Please call me David, this formality is driving me crazy." "Formality, like discipline, is required by me of my staff in their daily working intercourse and demeanour. I believe that informality will breed contempt leading to poor work practices, low personal esteem and bad discipline. I insist that should you wish to proceed further with our conversation that you follow my protocol and abide by my rules. You may if you wish call be Madam, Mam or Mistress though." I let that one slide for the moment, for funds were tight, just possibly tight enough to swallow my pride and not tell her where to go. Maybe that could come latter. "I take it then by your silence that we are in agreement, and that we can get down to the kernel of the matter." I sipped the tea noting the strong sweet herbal flavour, wishing I had a beer, more my cup of tea that this hot crisanthinum water. "Mr Walsh, I have some other business to attend to this evening so I shall get quickly to the point. We at Perfect Software have an application that we wish you to work on. I have examined your previous assignments and found them to be very good, bordering on the exceptional in some cases." "Ms Lang," I interrupted, "If you want me to go back and work on the same old stuff I was doing before I left then I think you have the wrong man. That mind numbing programming was the whole reason I left in the first place." "We will get along faster without the interruptions Mr Walsh." "As I was saying we have a project in mind for you, a different and very challenging project if you are up to it." She quickly continued stopping me from further interjection with her cold stare. "We have another establishment, run for an entirely different purpose that requires a system to be written and deployed. The system is a security program that will monitor all facets of this facility, and hence we believe that a person or persons that will not be connected with the facility best write it. You would agree that the integrity of a security system may be reduced if you have an insider able to access all parts of the system whilst still operating on that system?" She continued on not allowing me to answer. "Also your ingenuity and obvious hacking attributes would help us to counter outside interference." "What do you mean by hacking, Ms Lang?" I asked. With that she opened the desk draw and removed a red file titled Unauthorised Entries. "It appears that you were able to freely navigate the system whilst in our employ even through areas that were not in your security portfolio, and, that as recently as last week you were able to access company files by an outside modem, bypassing our recently up dated security systems." I shifted uneasily in my seat. "I've done nothing to harm your systems. I needed some information and files that's all." "Mr Walsh if we had suspected sabotage or theft you would not be where you are at the moment, nor would I be so cordial. We are impressed with your ability and it was basically through pure chance that we caught your entry into the system. It appears that you have a very special gift. A gift that we wish to harness and use." "I'm sorry but I think that I wont b able to help you Ms Lang, I'm fully occupied on my own project at the moment." "Mr Walsh we both know, that this is not true. My sources advise me that you are floundering and that you are running behind schedule and out of cash. We want you to work for us and to that end we shall pay you a fee of $350,000 per annum plus benefits and all costs." I sat there startled, the sum ringing in my ears. "There is however a catch. Firstly we require a demonstration of you skills and, depending upon a successful demonstration of these skills we shall agree the deal on the following conditions. You are to live and work at our facility whilst you are working on the project. You will say nothing to anyone regarding this matter. To cover you absence from your friends and house, you will advise who you see fit that you shall be on a working holiday in Africa. "How long do you expect the task to take, Ms Lang?" "We believe that a person of your abilities should take eighteen months, although we have budgeted of two years." "When would you like the test to start?" "We have set up the test in the Gardeners Cottage at the rear of the house. There you will find all the apparatus you require, temporary living quarters, and of course you may use the other facilities as well." "What you want me to start the test now?" "I thought that would have been obvious Mr Walsh. If you are in agreement we will proceed to the cottage and begin. Shall we start or have I overestimated you?" she said with a smile. After a moments pause, she rose and walked to the door. I followed her my mind reeling at the proposal. From the rear she had a perfect silhouette. We walked down the hallway towards the rear entry. Just as we passed a pair of French glass doors, they opened and another maid appeared carrying a tray of empty champagne glasses and silver ice bucket. Through the opening of the door could be seen a group of women, some seated in fine lounges, some standing quietly talking and drinking. All were beautifully dressed with elegant gowns and sparkling jewellery. A couple cast their eyes in my direction and smiled with what appeared to be a knowing look, like that of a bird of prey before the attack. The scene was quickly gone as the door closed. "A girls night out. Ms Lang?" "We are having a training session tonight Mr Walsh. Our senior executives are undertaking in house training tonight. Should you be successful, you to will need to be trained in our methods, but that is sometime off yet Mr Walsh. Nothing to concern yourself with yet." The air was fresh outside, and when I looked around I saw that my car was no longer where I had parked it. "I took the liberty of having your car taken to the garage. It will be safe until you require it." "You take a lot for granted don't you?" "She gave a gentle laugh and walked on towards the cottage. The inside of the cottage was expansive. Although it appeared to be two stories from the outside it was in fact a single story with a mezzanine area that covered half of the cottage. At the other end was a large well-prepared works area that had the latest workstations and laser printers. Under the mezzanine area was a small bar, kitchen area and bathroom area. Upstairs could be seen what appeared to be a bed-sitter. The mezzanine area was linked to the lower utility areas by a Nordic Pine staircase. All the furnishings were tastefully matched, neat and well ordered to the sight. Large slender opaque windows reached from the floor to the eaves and were totally in keeping with the feel of the area. The workstation along with the latest digital phone and fax machine was the only items in the buildings that looked out of place. A comfortable chair stood at the workstation ready for use. "Whose place is this I asked?" "This is my private works area Mr Walsh and shall be treated as such. You will find every thing that you will require to carry out the test, and should you require anything more you only need ring and one of the maids will bring it to you." "Mr Walsh the work station before you is connected to the mainframe at the office. Your test is to break the security of the system and access as many of the secure areas as you can. My programmers inform me that this task is impossible but I have my doubts. Should you be successful then we shall proceed with the task of writing the security system at our other facility." "You didn't say what the other facility was." "You really don't need to know, but as you may be involved, all I am prepared to say is that it is an education facility for the training and schooling of young women. You have been given the lowest level of security on the system, Level 1, sort of a maintenance man level. Your log on code is Libby. I'm sorry but for reasons best known to our staff programmers the system prefers a feminine log on code. The top access level is twelve, my level Mr Walsh. You may stay as long as necessary, but as this is a test, let us say that you have twenty-four hours, until this time tomorrow evening shall we say. Have you any questions Mr Walsh?" I stood there not knowing if I should laugh or take the matter seriously so I just nodded my head in agreement. "Oh, for security we have the grounds patrolled during the night and the cottage door will be locked. You need only to call the maids and they will bring you what you wish. If there are no further questions I will leave you to the task and return to my staff." With that she turned and quickly left. The door closed with a solid thump and the sound of a solenoid lock could be heard to activate seconds latter. I tested the door and found that it was indeed locked tight. A quick and thorough examination revealed that it was the only entry to the cottage and that the windows were all fixed pane safety glass. An air-conditioning system maintained the airflow and temperature of the cottage. In the wardrobe hung a tracksuit that looked to be about my size. It was somewhat effeminate for me but in a tight spot it would have to do. Some toiletries, towels and spare underclothes were neatly set out in the bathroom. "Time to beat the system," I thought. From early adolescence I had been good at hacking. Sports weren't my thing since dad had died. Mum was a college lecturer in computing who had been keen to teach me and I had quickly picked up her skill. With her occupation there was a home link to the mainframe at the university and it did not take me long to work out the security system on the frame and then the world and its computer files were mine. It's amazing that once you get into the underground world of hacking that like bodies seek you out to exchange "Hits" and tricks. Soon I had surpassed my mother and was addicted to the world of hacking. Mum was insistent that I gain formal training and that I attend college and get the degree. The degree was easy, like a ticket to bigger and better networks. I found that I was able to understand systems far quicker than my piers and soon was employed by Perfect Software to write their systems. Advancement never came quickly though as I was constantly side tracked by my extra curricular diversions into someone else's main frame rather than working on the project at hand. Now before me was a terminal that had another new system just waiting to be explored. Sitting down at the terminal I stretched my slim hands relaxing them for the forthcoming game. The colour monitor blinked on as I turned on the computer and almost faster than the eye could make out it cycled through the start up sequence stopping at the log on prompt. "Wow that was fast." I thought. I logged on and looked at the list of options that sprang to the screen. As I tested each one I noted the ones that were barred to me and explored the functions that could be accessed. Basically I had the rights of a janitor, or less. On each barred option a pert message was displayed. "Bad girl Libby, you are not authorised for this option." "They just don't know how bad Libby can be," I thought. I logged off and restarted the computer trying for about an hour with all of my hacking skills to get past the log on code. It was to no avail though, whatever I have to do to get in had to be done after the log on code. On going through the options once more I was more meticulous, this time looking for loopholes and hidden gates, but the system stood strong. The phone rang, startling me from my concentration. "Mr. Walsh, this is Elizabeth the maid. Is there anything you desire? Mistress has asked me to attend to you should you need anything as we will be unable to supply you from the kitchen from ten thirty on?" "No thanks Liz, I hope that you didn't get a hiding for breaking the cup?" There was a long pause and then a quite voice said. "It would be easier if I had Mr Walsh." and hung up. Strange comment for a maid to make, I thought. The next hour dragged while I worked from section to section looking for a flaw in the system. I made a cup of expresso from the Italian coffe machine settled back into the chair again. I was nearly ready to throw in the towel when I noticed an old maintenance utility at the bottom of the Utilities Menu. "There you are", I said aloud, "got you now you bitch." The utility jumped to life when I selected it. In its own right the utility was not a way in, but rather in the way that you used it, allowed you to crash the system and thus gain access. I had learnt from one of my hacker friends that if you commanded it to search for a nonexistent window driver that it would stall in the process and return you to the route branch of the main directory. I set the function in motion and was pleased to see the cursor jump to the top of the screen standing ready for a command. From there it was easy to call up a directory listing and make my way through the tree to the security branch. I re-configure my security and was able to jump to a level nine without a cross-reference from another file. Logging back in and was immediately rewarded by more options with complex and detailed menus. Jumping to security menu I sat pondering the options wondering which to tackle first. "Ten forty five, looking good." I looked at the options and thought that Video surveillance would be a good place to start. Immediately a detailed map of the house and grounds filled the screen. A small secondary window in the right corner of the screen showed live video action of the front entry. A red dot was highlighted on the map indicating which camera was active. The camera count listed twenty remote cameras. Soon I was navigating from dot to dot on the property viewing, recording and seeing all. I was even able to watch myself as I scanned the inside of the cottage. "I wonder what the girls are up to?" I thought It took me some ten minutes to navigate through the main house to the meeting room. There were six women in the room plus the two maids who stood each side of the large fireplace. Two of the women were standing, two were in large single chairs, whilst the remaining two were on a single large settee. The two on the settee caught my eye, for they were locked in what appeared to be a passionate kiss. One was leaning over the other, who was reclining on the settee and they were rubbing their bodies together in obvious heat. The four other women were either watching quietly or totally ignoring the scene of passion before them. The maids just stood either side of a large fireplace with heads cast downwards. It was then that I noticed that the maids were wearing what appeared to be leather collars. On further examination it could be seen that their ankles and wrists had matching restraints that were heavily buckled and studded. As I watched the two women kissing paused and one began to open the blouse of the other. Upon exposing and fondling her breasts, she slowly lowered her lips to one of the large protruding pierced nipples. The woman who was being kissed arched her body and neck and ran her hands down her hips to her hem line, which she clasped and raised exposing her broad hips which were clad suspenders and stockings. Her pussy was covered by the smallest of black lace panties. The dominant woman lifted the hips of the reclining woman and gently removed her panties. Slowly she began to lick first one breast, then the other. She then began to lick slowly down towards her pussy. As she worked ever lower with her tongue and lips the reclining woman became more frantic with the thrusting of her hips. I watched mesmerised as the tongue touched the bud. It was as if the woman being licked was being electrified, for with each stroke of the tongue her body shook and trembled. Her hands sought and grasped the others head and soon she was controlling the movement of her hips in unison with the licking of the tongue upon her clitoris. She raised her legs and locked them behind the head of the other rocking with considerable effort against her mouth. From the noise coming from the video it was obvious that she was rapidly approaching orgasm. One of the other seated women watched with interest the action of the pair. She raised her hand and beckoned to the maid. "Come here Jennifer." she said. The maid hesitated. "Come here now or I shall punish you." Jennifer reluctantly came and stood next to the seated woman. I watched as the seated woman's hand reached out and grasped the maid's thigh. Jennifer flinched at the touch but did not move away. "Tanya, Jennifer requires some restraint?" "No, no please mistress, I won't move." "And I think a gag would quieten her impertinent mouth as well." "No, no please mistress, don't, don't, I won't move." One of the other women, obviously Tanya, came over and stood behind Jennifer. With Practiced ease she clasped the softly sobbing Jennifer's arms and positioned them behind her back. A click of clasps could be heard as she linked the two wrist clips. From the collar she released a short silver chain which she connected from the collar to the wrist restraints. Tanya then tightened the chain until Jennifer's Sobs became almost pained with the strain of her arms being held so tightly. "We must quieten that insolent noise. Don't you agree Margaret?" Tanya said to the seated woman. With that Tanya walked to the sideboard and returned with a leather strap which had a large red ball positioned in the middle. Jennifer began to thrash her head from side to side, but Tanya reached out and secured her head by grasping one of her earrings with a vicious tug. Jennifer yelped with pain, and stood shaking in Tanya's grasp like a frightened animal. She stood behind Jennifer and with a savage twist of the earing, said. "Open up like the good slave you are Jennifer, and stop this petty snivelling." Jennifer yelped again but slowly opened her mouth to receive the restraint. Tanya smiled a cruel smile as she positioned the ball and secured it tightly around the maids' head. "There, we shall hear no more of that petty whining this evening Jennifer. She looks much prettier now Margaret, don't you agree?" "Very much so Tanya, servants should be seen and not heard." With that both women laughed while the maid looked on in her trussed up position with wide scared eyes. Margaret's' hand gently caressed Jennifer's thigh, with each stroke it edged higher slowly disappearing below the hemline. As the hand reached higher Jennifer's' breathing became ragged and strained but she did move from the spot. Margaret was obviously enjoying her torment of the girl for her hand now moved rhythmically and with purpose beneath the maid's uniform. Slowly she withdrew her hand, which was now glistening with the secretions from Jennifer's pussy and brought it to her lips. Opening her mouth she tilted her head back and used her tongue to lick her fingers clean with delight. "Ah the taste of wild game is so good, try some Tanya." With that Tanya pushed Jennifer to her knees and then lowered her back to the carpeted floor. Jennifer who lay in an arched position with her arms pinned beneath her, whimpered and tried to move. Margaret stopped her by placing her stiletto-heeled foot on her stomach and pushed down savagely. Jenifer moaned and lay still realising that her predicament was all but hopeless and she was at the mercy of these two women. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair as I watched Tanya and Margaret set about using Jennifer for their pleasure. Tanya removed Jennifer's panties and then lowered her head to the maid's pussy licking and eating her without mercy. Margaret rose from the chair removing her dress reviling a tight wasp waist constricting corset. She wore no panties; her pussy was bare as the day she was born. Her pussy lips were extended with heat and glistened in the glow of the wall lights. Slowly she inserted two fingers into her pussy and brought them lovingly to her bud in pure pleasure. She worked slowly exciting herself and then when she appeared ready she straddled Jennifer's head and held it between her thighs. Slowly she lowered her pussy to Jennifer's mouth that contained the red ball gag. Jennifer tried to call out and struggled to move her head out of the way but her efforts were hopeless. With slow measured motion Margaret lowered her clitoris to make gentle contact with the ball. "Oh yes she sighed, I do so love these training sessions that Donna puts on." Tanya was now sucking harder upon Jennifer's clitoris and soon Jennifer's hips began to tense and lift in unison to the sucking. Margaret rocked her hips slowly back and forth teasing her pussy with the ball gag that was now glistening with her juices. A guttural grunting coming from Jennifer could now be heard in concert with the head movements of Tanya and as these sounded Margaret's rocking became faster and harder until she was grinding her pussy into the face of Jennifer with all of her weight. Suddenly she went ridged and Jennifer let out a stifled scream through the gag, her legs going taunt and pointed. The movements of the three slowed, except for the occasional tremor. Tanya raised her head from Jennifer's pussy and smiled her face and lips glistening with Jennifer's juices. She licked her lips slowly taking in the nectar, savouring the taste. Tanya walked around to Margaret who was bowed over limp, supporting her weight upon Jennifer's face and her hands that rested on the lush carpet. Tanya bent down and gently lifted Margaret's face, thrusting her mouth into the mouth of Margaret. They kissed with violent passion oblivious of Jennifer who lay pinioned by Margaret's pussy unable to move or obtain relief. Tanya drew up Margaret. Jennifer was left prone and spread open on the carpet like a rose plucked from the bush and left to wither on the floor. Margaret's juices glistened upon her face. Tears gently rolled from her swollen eyes and pooled forlornly upon the carpet near her cheek. Jennifer tried to roll over to get to her feet. With a deft motion of her foot Tanya pushed Jennifer back to the floor. "I've not finished with you slave," she spat. Tanya straddled Jennifer's face and mashed her gleaming pussy lips onto the ball gag. Jennifer could be heard to gag with the rocking motion of Tanya's hips. Tanyas motion became faster and harder. She reached down and grasped the maid's hair with a savage tug, forcing her to press even harder with the gag. Margaret stood behind Tanya and clasped her peerced nipples in each hand between her talon like fingers, squeezing and tugging them in concert with Tanya's motion. The rocking motion grew ever quicker and harder. Sweat beaded upon Tanyas brought, dripping and running down her face and neck forming patches of sweat on her tight black corset. Suddenly, Tanya threw back her head and uttered a deep guttural groan as the orgasm shook her body. After Tanya had recovered her breathing she released her grip on the maid's head which fell to the carpet with a soft thud. She climbed off Jennifer not bothering to look down at the girl. "Get up and resume your position." Tanya demanded. Jennifer struggled to roll over and rose awkwardly from the floor, unable to use her restrained hands. She staggered to her position next to the fireplace and stood shaking with silenced sobs at her position. Elizabeth stole a quick glance and Jennifer but did not move to assist her. Margaret kicked Jennifer's knickers over to her with her foot. "Put them on" she said, "we can't have the servants going about undressed." Margaret and Tanya stood with the arms around each other's waist and laughed. "No what would the world be coming to next", Tanya retorted laughing cruelly. ********* I sat in my chair trying to fathom the scenes that I had just witnessed. Like the women, sweat was beaded upon my brought and my crotch was uncomfortably tight from the pressure of my erection. I let out a sigh and leaned back in the comfortable executive chair massaging my cock, trying to release some of the tension. This did not help, but instead made me feel more excited. The scene was changing once again. The two large French doors opened and Donna strode into the room. Instantly a hush came across the room and all that could be heard was the sobs of Jennifer. Donna had changed. She no longer wore the pastel colours of her smart business suit but instead was dressed in what appeared to be a black form-fitting corset. The corset leaving the nipples free and proud supported her breasts. Unlike the other women I had seen her nipples were un-pierced. The areoles of her breasts were pink and large. She turned and I was able to take in her full form. The corset necked down savagely at the waist giving her a true hourglass figure. Her hair was now braided back into a tight bun giving her look of power and authority. As she turned and surveyed the occupants of the room, each in turn stiffened and in the case of the maids bowed even lower hoping to avoid her withering stare. Suspenders ran from the high cut leg of the corset to black seamed stockings. Her pussy was clearly visible, pouting from the confines of the corset through an open crotch. A wisp of neatly trimmed blond hair could be seen covering her pussy. She walked with authority and purpose on black stiletto heels. Behind her followed another woman in similar dress carrying what appeared to be a padded workman's trestle. Approaching each of the women in the room she gave them a passionate kiss, greeting them each one by one. "Set up the horse there Susan" "Amanda and Catherine prepare Elizabeth for her punishment" Elizabeth let out a small gasp and straightened at the sound of her name. The two women on the couch rose and led Elizabeth to the horse. Elizabeth was positioned longways down the horse resting upon her stomach and breastbone. The collar was connected to a ring on one end of the horse and tightened down savagely so that her head was held firm. Next the wrist straps to the legs of the horse and stretched taunt secured her hands so that she was just able to breathe. Her breasts were separated by the horse and hung pendulously free on either side, the nipple rings glinting in the light. Lastly the legs were tightly connected to the horse by the ankle straps. The legs were supported in such away that her bottom hung over the edge free for any one to touch and play with. No part of Elizabeth touched the ground, and thus the horse supported all of her weight. In this position she had no purchase or means of moving to escape. Susan reached up beneath her uniform and with a savage tug ripped off her knickers and threw them in the corner. "You won't need them for the rest of this evening's entertainment. Shall I gag her Mistress?" "No I have other needs for her mouth. Prepare Me." said Donna. With that Susan and Amanda went to the sideboard and returned with what appeared to be large double-ended strap on dildo. Susan took the dildo to Elizabeth and presented it to her lips. Slowly Elizabeth opened her mouth and allowed the large head of the flesh-coloured dildo to enter. Susan, who was in no rush, gradually inserted the dildo inch by inch. Only when Elizabeth began to gag did she pause and only then to allow the girl to regain her composure. When she was satisfied that Elizabeth was accustomed to the dildo, she continued inserting it further. Elizabeth's lips stretched around the phallic shaped dildo her cheeks bulging and her throat working to swallow the intruder. Only when it was fully inserted did Susan stop. "Good girl, we have improved our skills haven't we?" she crooned. "Skills like that will make you highly valued by our male cliental." With that Elizabeth tried to twist her head back and forth, but she was held firmly to the horse by her bonds. Susan withdrew the dildo and brought its gleaming head over to Donna. She knelt before her and expertly spread Donna's pussy lips with her fingers. With care she slowly inserted the wetted end of the dildo into her pussy, lovingly easing it in until it was to the straps and standing proud just like my own. Susan collected the straps and cinched them up tight behind Donna. Donna walked round in front of Elizabeth and stood before her with legs splayed, the large penis twitching with the internal pulsations of her pussy. She lovingly brushed back a lock of the maid's hair from her forehead and secured it to one of the silver hair clips. "I wish you to know that I mean this to be an act of love Elizabeth. For love and strict discipline go hand in hand for a better education? The breaking of the cup this evening was inexcusable and must be punished. A tear pooled on Elizabeth's cheek and rolled to her chin. "I understand Mistress." "Yes I'm sure you do, but you must be punished for your discretion." With that the swish of a whip could be heard, ending in a resounding crack. Elizabeth's eyes flew open and her body twitched forward. She opened her mouth and screamed with the acknowledgment of the pain. Donna who had been waiting for this caught her with her mouth fully open and deftly inserted the end of her raised dildo penis with practiced ease. The cry was stifled and Elizabeth began to gag. Donna thrust with her hips inserting the dildo to the hilt into the maid's mouth not caring about the maid's ability to receive the organ. The cane struck again causing her head to lunge forward upon the dildo precisely when Donna thrust again. Both Donna and Elizabeth let out a grunt, one in sublime passion and the other in sublime pain. Susan stood behind Elizabeth; the thin cane raised high waiting the next sign to strike. The others, along with myself watched on mesmerised by the scene before them. Twenty times the cane swung, each time leaving a thin red welt upon the backside of the maid. With each stroke of the cane Susan uttered a grunt of effort, echoed by grunts coming from Donna and Elizabeth. After the last stroke, Susan stood panting, wide eyed like a ferule animal. She raised the cane quickly to strike again but Donna stopped her. Donna withdrew the Penis and stood before Elizabeth. With the withdrawal of the gag deep sobs, interspersed by racked breathing came from Elizabeth. Donna lovingly whipped the sweat and tears from the maids face, smiling. "There, there that part is over with now. Now we can move on to some real pleasure." With that Donna moved around to the maid's rear, running her hand in a caressing motion over the red welts left by the cane. Elizabeth stiffened and whined but did not cry out. Donna grasped the maid's hips and moved slowly between her legs, the dildo bobbing up and down. She rubbed the head back and forth across the buttocks teasing her with the tip. The maid squirmed and cried out. "Oh please mistress don't, not that, please no, please, please." "Quiet, it will hurt if you fail to relax." Susan grasped the dildo and positioned it on the ring of her tightest opening. Donna tensed her arms and leaned forward placing her weight upon the tip of the penis. Elizabeth closed her eyes and tried to move forward but soon she had removed all the slack from her bonds. Her eyes opened wide as the bulbous head broached the ring of muscle and slid into her. "Ah that is better, sighed Donna. All girls must loose their virginity some time Elizabeth. I'm sure that with a little practice you will be the pick of the girls by the boys." Elizabeth whimpered again but lay still. Donna applied more pressure with her hips and slid the dildo into her, up to the hilt. Susan came round to Elizabeth's head and released the collar from the horse. She lifted Elizabeth's head from the horse and held it there while she positioned her pussy near to Elizabeth's mouth. It was then I noticed the thin silver chain harness that was about her hips. She wriggled in closer so that her pussy lips brushed the lips of Elizabeth. Reaching down she first secured and then tightened two small chains from the harness to the earrings of Elizabeth. Elizabeth had no option but to move with the movement of Susan's hips and to lick the offered pussy. Susan locked her gaze with Donna and together they began the slow see saw action with the maid in-between. The movements grew quicker and more exaggerated as their excitement grew. The quiet of the scene being punctuated by the rhythmic grunts of the two women. The Dildo could be seen gliding almost out, then with a strong thrust was pushed in until Donnas hips collided brutally with the maids buns. With each thrust Elizabeth's head pounded into Susan's pussy. This in turn spurred Susan to thrust back impaling the maid further upon the dildo. This continued on for what seemed like and eternity. The sweating heaving bodies of the perpetrators became ever more frenzied until they both cried out arching rigidly upon the restrained form upon the horse. Slowly they disentangled themselves from the girl and the horse. Susan lovingly removed the dildo from her mistress, tenderly cleaning her with her tongue. Susan followed by Jennifer removed Elizabeth from the apparatus and lead he from the room. "Girls, we have a new project now. Elizabeth and Jennifer are progressing well as you can see and we require a new subject for our clients. I have taken steps to secure a likely candidate, who all going well will start her training in the new week. "Poor bitch," I thought. "Who would want this bunch of physopaths to train you?" The women toasted Donna to the successful completion of the next conquest with fine Champagne that had been on ice. Shortly after they each accepted a deep parting kiss from Donna as they left the room. My sexual discomfort was intense, for I had never seen such blatant sexuality before, mixed with sado masochism. I logged off and leaned back in the chair trying to rub away the discomfort from my crotch. A good shower is what I need followed by a bottle of tranquillisers to calm me down. I got up from the chair and bent at the knees to stretch the legs and ease the tightness in the crotch. "Have a shower Libby, not Libby, David you idiot." I said to myself. ****** I walked to the bar area deciding to fix myself a strong one to settle my nerves. Taking the drink with me I made my way to the bathroom sipping the drink as I walked. The drink tasted good, giving me a warm feeling inside. Slowly I started to relax and focus my mind upon the task at hand rather than the scenes that I had just witnessed; after all it was none of my business what a group of dumb broads did in their own time, no matter how kinky. Stripping down I turned the shower on to as hot as I thought I could stand and stepped in. As I washed, I ran through the process that would enable me to jump from my current status of level nine to level twelve. "Plenty of time to beat the system," I thought. The soap, like the fittings of the bathroom was feminine, softly scented. Stepping out I dried myself on the soft towels and wondered what to wear. Hanging behind the door was what appeared to be a woman's house coat, soft and silky. "What the heck, that would have to do." I put on the coat and noted the soft touch to the skin as I made my way up stairs to the bed-sitter. A large brass bed dominated the room, and again the coverings were too feminine for my taste. Putting the drink on the bedside table I flopped down on the bed and decided to rest for a little while, before starting again on the task. I had no idea of how long I had lain there. Obviously I had dozed off. As I started to awaken I was aware of a presence in the room, standing near the bed in the half-light. The figure moved closer. I started to say something but her hands rose to her lips indicating that I should remain quiet and not move. It was Elizabeth, still dressed in her uniform and showing none of the signs of any mistreatment that I had witnessed earlier. In their monitoring room Donna and Susan watched on the video as Elizabeth approached the bed. "We shall soon see if all your training has paid off Susan?" "She will not fail mistress." They both sat back and watched the scene unfold. Elizabeth's hand reached out and grasped the tie of the house coat. Carefully she undid the knot and separated the two ends. Slowly she opened the coat and laid it open on either side of my body. She bent at the waist and her lips slowly descended towards my nipples. When she was close enough that I could feel the warm exhale of her breathe her tongue eased forward from between her lips and gently licked my nipple. This touch was so light and slow as her mouth slowly descended upon my nipple. I felt her teeth grasp and then pinch down on it with just enough force to excite rather than cause pain. Her tongue was back, circling and licking moving from nipple to chest to nipple and back again. Slowly she licked downwards towards my engorged cock. I tried to grasp her head but she stopped and with a shake of the head indicated that it was she who would be controlling and giving the passion. Her lips edged ever lower, exciting me with each nibble and swirl of the tongue. Her tongue reached out and touched the end of my penis gently licking away the clear seminal liquid she found there. She hesitated as if unsure, then slowly opened her lips and let my engorged head pass over her lips. The bright red lips formed an "O" about the head as I lifted my head to watch her. Her eyes sought mine and I watched as a tear welled in her eye and slowly rolled down her cheek. Still she did not stop, but slowly began to suck on my cock. With each breath she slowly consumed me, sucking and easing me ever deeper into her throat. When I was fully inserted she began to gently swallow with a pulsating motion, rhythmically milking me with her mouth, tongue and throat. I arched my back totally immersed in the sensation of such a skilful mouth. She did not break her rhythm but instead began to pulse and suck harder as I began to push more feverishly into her mouth. I felt the pressure building in my groin but was powerless to stop it. Suddenly, my cum was rushing out flooding into her throat in bigger and bigger spasms of ecstasy. Her eyes widened with what appeared to be surprise as she was forced to swallow the seed but she did not allow me to withdraw, instead she urged me deeper sucking harder. Another tear rolled down her cheek. Only when she was sure that she had consumed all of my seed did she slowly and with a dull sucking sound remove her lips from my cock. Before I could say anything she again raised her fingers to her lips and indicated silence. She turned and departed, her heels clicking on the stairs as she left, leaving me panting and drained on a strange bed, in a strange house run by strange women. In the monitoring room the tw