Combined Forces

by

Julie O

  

Chapter twenty-one

  

Monday evening, Ally was driving back from her physical therapist when both her pager and cell phone went off at the same time. Both were from the office and she was ordered to return immediately. She called Carol and said that she wouldn't be home for dinner.

Ally walked into the briefing room and saw Robert and Rich talking to each other. She suddenly felt a little self-conscious about being in her workout clothes.

"Sorry, didn't have time to change," she apologized.

"How's the therapy going?" asked Robert.

She raised her right arm and rotated it. "Improving."

She was about to ask what was up when she saw Steve walk into the briefing room.

"Sorry to drag you all back here, but I have something that will have a major impact on your missing teens case," explained Steve as he took a seat.

They all sat down and waited for Steve to start.

"I just got finished briefing the Director on what I'm about to tell you. He's moving this case to the top of the list," stated Steve.

That caught their attention.

Steve handed each of them a folder. "Last night, there was a single car accident in Georgetown. The driver was speeding, lost control, and hit a utility pole. There were two occupants, a driver and a domestic servant. The driver was killed instantly and the servant died at the ER. The car was a diplomatic vehicle, belonging to a member of the British Ambassador's staff. Specifically, Sir Nigel Cleese."

"Isn't he their main economic advisor?" asked Robert.

Steve nodded. "He's also filthy rich and a close friend of the royals."

Robert nodded in agreement.

"The ER made some interesting discoveries while they tried to save her. While she had a feminine body, she also had male sex organs. There were also several body piercings and tattoos. There was also evidence of severe physical abuse. There are copies of the autopsy photos in your folders," explained Steve.

Ally looked at the photos and was shocked. The girl had obvious breast augmentation and a ridiculously small waist. The medical report stated that two ribs had been removed.

Her penis had a steel ring through the head and there were other rings around her scrotum. The photo of her back was sickening. It looked like she had been whipped extensively. Judging by the scarring, this had been going on for a long time. There were faded scars and fresh marks too.

The medical report also stated that the girl had repeatedly been sexually abused. They estimated her age between sixteen and eighteen.

Ally read the report in stunned silence.

"As the girl didn't have any identification, combined with the physical evidence, the police ran her prints, and she came up on the missing teen database. The computer identified her as Bradley Stevenson, age 17, of Cambridge, Massachusetts. We confirmed this using DNA," added Steve. "He disappeared over two years ago. Sorry for switching pronouns, Ally, but I have no idea what to call the victim."

"Victim is a good start," stated Ally softly. Looking at the pictures, she felt the same way she had when she saw Stacy lying dead on the ground in that Atlanta carwash.

Ally and Rich checked their lists and sure enough he was one of their missing teens. The case just gained a whole new urgency to Ally.

 

"The British have asked for the return of her body. They claim she is Mary Brown of Liverpool, aged 20. Obviously, they're wrong," stated Steve.

"What do we do now?" asked Ally. She couldn't take her eyes off the photos of the dead teen.

"Clearly, we can't just rush in and arrest Sir Nigel. The Director is working on something through his connections, so that hopefully we can question him," replied Steve. There was a tone of bitterness to his words.

Ally felt her temper rising. "Don't tell me we're going to let this bastard get away with this just because he's a buddy of the Queen?"

"Actually, he's friends with Prince Phillip. But the White House has stated that the British will handle any punishment. He will be recalled to London as soon as we're done with our interrogation. What we want to know is how and where he got the kid," replied Steve.

"Do you think that he'll cooperate?" asked Rich.

"Yes. We'll get some good cooperation from the Brits. They don't want another scandal," answered Steve. "It wouldn't be proper. Bad show."

Ignoring Steve's sarcasm, Ally fumed. "You find this acceptable? That Sir Nigel will walk away with punishment?"

"Easy, Ally. I didn't say that. No, it sickens me. He will be punished, just not in the conventional sense," replied Steve seriously.

"Sorry. I know you care. I just like to nail all the bad guys," apologized Ally.

"So what now?" asked Robert.

"It's still your investigation. I'll work it from this end and share any information I can get. Hopefully, we'll solve it together and soon," replied Steve.

"I know I may be stating the obvious, but if this poor kid somehow ended up an abused sex slave for a rich businessmen and diplomat, it's very likely that the other missing teens are also sharing the same fate. How do we recover them? What do we do with them once we recover them?" asked Ally.

No one said a word as they absorbed Ally's questions. This case had just gone from bad to worse.

 

Robert looked at Rich and Ally. "Call in your team and brief them on the latest. We'll need to be ready to move quickly."

Ally and Rich nodded.

An hour later, the team was assembled. There was no need to sanitize what Steve had told them. They were all told to maintain agency security rules.

"Cathleen just finished the search. She may have found the focal point!" exclaimed Bob, as he got off the phone.

"Well?" asked Rich.

"Primus Preparatory & Tutoring Services," announced Bob.

"I'll let Robert know," stated Rich.

"Cathleen also believes she can find out who signed the students up for the service," added Bob.

"Good!" exclaimed Ally. "How soon will she know?"

"Maybe by morning," replied Bob. "She's pulling an all-nighter on this."

"We can go into their website as soon as you want," stated Donna.

"You have a profile ready?" asked Ally.

"Yes. We have several in fact, all based on the profile Beth helped me with," stated Donna.

"Good. Go in tomorrow, after school. I want you on one and David on another. I doubt if they contact you, but you might see something," instructed Ally. "I want someone in that room at all times students are likely to be there until this is over. I'll take some time myself and I'll try to bring Beth back in to help. She can provide us with some good insight."

"I don't have a problem with that," replied Rich.

"I'm convinced they are working a geographic pattern, we'll focus on Philadelphia and the Beltway," stated Donna.

Ally agreed. At least they had a lead now. She looked at her watch. It was almost 10:00 PM. "I think everyone should go home and get some sleep. Tomorrow we start the hunt in earnest."

"I need to take a long hot bath. I feel dirty just thinking about what has been done to those missing teens," stated Donna to no one in particular.

"I know what you mean," added Ally.

Halfway home, Ally's cell phone rang again. It was Rich.

"Ally, they've struck again. Two teens were reported missing in the Philadelphia area. Both went to private school and they fit our profile."

Ally cursed. "Shit!"

"I feel the same way. We're getting closer, Ally. We'll get them back," remarked Rich.

"We'll focus on the Beltway. I'll let my team know in the morning," added Ally.

She drove home in silence. This was becoming personal, just like the MNF serial killer.

  

Chapter Twenty-Two

Steve was driving to the British Embassy. Sir Nigel had been instructed to cooperate with the authorities. Steve didn't expect him to tell them much, but it was worth a try. The Director had told Steve to be "diplomatic."

Steve was met by Michael Edmunds, the US liaison for Scotland Yard. They had worked a few cases together and each had great respect for the other.

"I am as shocked as anyone about Miss Brown. She was always very polite," stated Sir Nigel politely.

Steve nodded and glanced at his counterpart, who rolled his eyes. "Let me cut through the niceties," stated Steve. "Sir Nigel; we know you were using Bradley, or Mary, if you prefer, as a sex slave. We have DNA evidence that I'm sure will match yours." Actually he wasn't so sure they did, but he figured that Sir Nigel wouldn't call his bluff.

As the color went out of Sir Nigel's face, Steve knew that his gamble had paid off.

"What I want is simple, I want to know who you bought the teen from," demanded Steve. The hell with diplomacy, he thought.

"I cannot do that. They will ruin me," whimpered Sir Nigel

Steve was about to tell Sir Nigel that was the least of his worries, but Michael stepped in first.

"Sir Nigel. You understand that your staying out of prison depends on your cooperation."

"I was told the teen was a runaway. I was giving her a home," explained Sir Nigel.

Steve was sickened by Sir Nigel.

"Sir Nigel, Bradley Stevenson was an honors student at a private US school as exclusive as Eton who was sought by several Ivy League schools. He came from a loving and prestigious family that has never gotten over his disappearance. We have witnesses who can testify that you personally brought Mary onto the staff. Those same witnesses can testify that you spent a large amount of time alone with her," stated Michael.

"Two more teens were abducted this week to satisfy the twisted tastes of sick bastards like you. I want to know who you bought Bradley from!" interrupted Steve.

Sir Nigel was shocked, both by what Steve said and by the way Steve spoke to him.

"I found out about the 'supplier' through an old acquaintance. There are two of them, that I've had contact with, a man and woman. I never learned their names. I can give you a good description of them. They were both Americans," stated Sir Nigel. "I'm shocked that they would sell their own countrymen!" He gave Steve a dirty look.

"As opposed to being outraged by someone buying a teen sex slave?" injected Steve. "We know you brought her on your staff over a year ago. When did you 'order her'?"

"Six months prior to that. It had something to do with her training," confessed a contrite Sir Nigel. "I'm truly sorry for my conduct."

"Oh? An apology? You're sorry? You're so damn lucky that you're protected by your diplomatic status. If you weren't, I'd have your ass in a cell right now. You really make me sick!" exclaimed Steve angrily.

 

Sir Nigel stared at Steve. "You are the rudest man I have ever had the displeasure to have met. I cannot believe that your government would place a ruffian like you in a position of authority."

"Coming from you, that's a compliment," smiled Steve. "Michael, I'll call and have our sketch artist come over, while Sir Nigel is so cooperative."

"Sounds good. You haven't changed a bit, Steve," smiled Michael, as they walked to the front door.

"Nope! By the way, why don't you come over to dinner when this is over? Maggie would love to see you again," asked Steve.

"Lovely! I will, Steve. I promise that Sir Nigel won't renege on his promise to help," replied Michael. "I'll tell him that if he does I'll give him to you personally."

Steve nodded. He wanted the people responsible for this very badly.

  

Chapter Twenty-Five

Margo was very pleased with the two captives from the Philadelphia hunt. The boy was perfect to be turned into a Japanese schoolgirl. Thomas was excited about the plastic surgery necessary to change the face of the slave. He wouldn't be doing it, but he would get to watch.

The girl also had a lot of potential. Her photo had been sent to three bidders and the price was already up past two million. One was a woman, who wanted to turn the girl into a five-year-old. Margo found that idea appealing and secretly hoped she won. It would require some interesting surgery, and that would make Thomas very happy.

Thomas was pleased with the recovery of his new personal project. He now kept the transformed male in a lighter coma. Thomas couldn't wait to see the reaction on the man's face when he woke up and saw his new feminized body. Thomas checked the IVs and opened a valve to administer the slave's daily dose of hormones. Margo would take over the actual slave training, however Thomas would conduct the sexual training.

Margo was pleased with the progress of all her slaves. Bébé was fast becoming an excellent maid. Part of the training involved Bébé following a set routine. She now had access to a side room, where she worked all day. Today Bébé was polishing silver. She did an excellent job and gave great attention to detail.

Margo fully expected that Bébé would respond as willingly to her sexual training. But that wouldn't start for a few more months. That would also give her time to get all Bébé's paperwork complete. Margo provided each new slave with new US identification at no extra cost. Foreign identification cost extra, the actual price depending on the country.

 

Chapter Twenty-Four

Donna and David spent several days and evenings in the Primus chat rooms. Neither expected to make direct contact, rather they were observing at the other students in the room. Most students just passed through, but there were a few who were regulars. Donna and David assumed several different students' identities, to avoid suspicion. Ally even took a few shifts.

The fact that the boys were being physically transformed added a whole new urgency to the case. Ally imagined that the girls would also be modified. Long-term abductions were difficult enough as it was. The mental recovery often took years, but throw in physical changes and these poor kids might never be able to go home. She felt a shiver of pain go through her. There might now be a satisfactory ending to this story, she thought, but it was unlikely to be a happy one for all of the kids. Ally knew that she would get a real pleasure out of stopping the bastards doing this.

The case was so important that Ally almost missed Marlene's briefing. She might have blown it completely, if it hadn't been for Robert's personal reminder to attend.

With the thoughts of Bradley's death on her mind, social acceptance by the rest of the agency seemed less important to Ally. Still, she was glad she attended. Marlene did a great job explaining transgendered status and rights to the rest of the agency. The Q&A period was excellent. It soon became obvious to Ally that most of the staff was willing to accept her. As for the rest, it was made clear that intolerance wouldn't be allowed. That suited Ally fine.

By Friday, Ally's staff had a few good leads. Cathleen had found that three representatives of Primus had made contact with most of the missing students. The problem was that they couldn't access who the actual persons were. The database only used a code to refer to the representatives. Cathleen was trying to find the key to the code through other means.

Ally knew they were getting close. Steve told her that they had descriptions and Identikit pictures of the two people who sold Bradley to Sir Nigel. They were running them through the database. Steve mentioned that the woman looked a bit familiar, but he couldn't quite remember from where.

Sitting in her office, Ally was about to head over to the operations room when she heard a familiar voice at her door.

"Hi, Ally!" greeted Beth.

Ally looked up to see Maggie and Beth standing there. "Good afternoon. What brings you two over to my little corner of the world?" asked Ally. Beth and Ally hugged.

"We were passing by and wanted to say hi," said Beth.

Ally looked at Maggie and saw concern in her face. "What's the real reason?"

"I was given access to a college prep website and, well, the people in there creeped me out a little," stated Beth. "It's probably nothing, but I thought you be interested."

Ally was instantly interested. "Was it Primus?"

Beth looked shocked. "How'd you know?"

It was Ally's turn to look worried.

Both Maggie and Beth saw the change. Before they could ask, Ally began to explain.

"We're pretty sure that Primus is related to the abducted teens. Did you access it on your own or were you given a free access number?" asked Ally, anxiously.

"Free access. The representative visited our school yesterday and gave us free use of the site,' explained Beth.

"Free? To everyone?" asked Ally.

"No, just to us some of us, as a reward for our high GPAs," answered Beth.

"Did you have to register?" asked Ally.

"Yes," stated Beth.

"Excuse me. I need to make a phone call," stated Ally. She called Robert and Rich and told them about the gift that had fallen into their hands.

Ally then explained to Maggie and Beth what was going on.

"You mean these bastards have targeted Beth?" asked Maggie, angrily.

"They may have," replied Ally. "They probably give freebies to a batch of kids to cover their trail."

"I fit the profile," added Beth, referring to the profile she had helped to create.

Ally nodded in agreement.

Within thirty minutes, an emergency meeting was called concerning the missing teens case. Present were Robert Ledyard, Steve, Maggie, Rich, Bob, Maria, Donna, Michelle, Cathleen, David, Ally, and of course Beth, who was now an active agent again, thanks to the Director.

"As much I dislike the idea of using Beth as the bait, I don't think we have a choice in this situation," stated Maggie.

"Like it or not, Beth, you've been recruited," stated Ally.

"I understand," she replied. She glanced at her parents. Steve winked at her, which made her smile. "You've never let me down before."

"It looks like the Primus representative made contact with the students in the Philadelphia area around a week prior to their disappearance," reported Maria.

"Unfortunately, that representative has since disappeared himself," added Bob.

"I doubt we'll find him," stated Steve.

"The representative who made contact with Beth is also missing. We had the school try and to contact him and Primus reported that he had quit yesterday. No one has seen him since," continued Bob. "Apparently, they have a high turnover at Primus and no one suspects anything unusual."

Ally had a thought. "Rich, we need to alert all area police agencies that we need to be notified immediately on any teens reported missing – no 24-hour wait until further notice. If they try to grab two or three at once, as they seem to have done before, maybe we can have a full detail right on hand when they go for Beth."

"Good point, Ally. I'll take care of that right away."

"Beth, you tell the rest of the team about the person who made contact with you online," stated Maggie.

"It was another student, who went by the name Dot. Within minutes after I entered the site, she hooked onto me. I had the distinct feeling she was waiting for me," explained Beth.

"I want you to go online again today and re-enter the room. Donna, you'll be with her. Call me as soon as Dot, or anyone like her, makes contact with you," stated Ally.

"We will, Ally," replied Donna.

"Call me too, I can try to access their database and see if I can identify Dot," added Cathleen.

Beth was surprised at how young Cathleen looked. She barely looked older than herself, thought Beth.

"One more thing Beth, I need you to come down to the medical office for a few minutes," stated Steve.

Beth nodded and followed Steve out.

"We'll have Beth under surveillance constantly from now on. However, if they grab her, we'll still be able to monitor her location," stated Robert.

"They'll locate any bug in her clothes or on her body," stated Ally.

"Exactly," stated Maggie.

Ally looked at Maggie and then it hit her. She smiled and nodded.

**********

"Okay, Beth, this is our latest long range tracking device. It can be detected by satellite and pinpointed within 20 yards," explained the doctor.

He was holding up what looked like a small, thin strip of plastic. It was barely one inch long and less than an eighth of an inch wide.

"How is it powered?" asked Beth.

"You power it. We implant it in your body, and your own body chemistry provides the power. It's biodegradable and will last up to sixty days in the body. Do you have a preference for where you want it?" asked the doctor.

"How big a scar will it leave?" asked Beth.

"It will look like a shaving nick, and should disappear in a few weeks," described the doctor.

"Would it work in my leg?" asked Beth.

"Sure. Good place, it would initially look like a cut from shaving your leg," explained the doctor.

Beth took off her boots and tights and exposed her right leg. The doctor injected the bug into her thigh. He was right, as the incision was barely noticeable. He then sealed the nick with some liquid bandage, saying that it would ensure rapid healing and reduce the chance of leaving a scar.

Steve called a number and requested confirmation of the bug's activation. Five minutes later he was called back. The bug was up and working.

They walked back into the operations room. Steve turned to Beth. "I'm sorry you got involved again."

"At least it's something besides Martz!" quipped Beth.

Steve nodded. "You like it, don't you? You like being involved in a mission, even if it's dangerous?"

Beth stopped and looked at her dad. "Yes, I guess I do. Do you?"

Steve smiled. "I guess I do too."

"See, I really am your daughter!"

Steve hugged her. "Just don't tell Maggie, she's worried enough as it is."

Beth nodded in agreement.

They walked into the operations room. Ally waved Beth over to a computer terminal and explained how everything would be recorded.

"We'll also hook up a device to your home computer. Of course, we'll take it off afterwards, " remarked Ally.

"Cool," stated Beth. Steve was right, she did love this.

"Okay, Beth, get to work!" ordered Ally.

Donna took her station next to Beth and they entered the room.

  

Chapter Twenty-Five

Out in the Maryland countryside, another young woman was monitoring the room. The Matron had ordered her to make immediate contact with any of the students on the list in front of her who entered the room. She was then required to contact the Matron. If she held the student online for longer than one hour, she would be allowed to pleasure herself that evening.

Then she saw one of the targeted students. This was the one the Matron was particularly interested in. The girl made contact and immediately notified the Matron.

Dot: Hi Beth! Hugs!

Beth: Hi Dot! Thanks, good to see you too!

Dot: How was school today?

Beth: Not too bad. I am so sick of studying for the tests next month.

Dot: You'll do fine.

The Matron walked in and smiled at the slave named Dot. "Well done, slave," said Margo.

"Thank you, Matron."

"Just make small talk for now, slave. Find out her interests. See if she likes to cook," suggested Margo.

Dot started talking to Beth. Margo smiled at how at ease Dot was at being completely naked, with the exception of her 5" heels. Her future owner wanted to keep Dot naked all the time. Margo didn't see any problem with this, as Dot had a magnificent body.

She had been training Dot for nearly a year now and she was almost ready to start her new life in Italy.

This girl, Beth, really excited Margo. She was very intelligent and beautiful. She planned on making Beth her personal maid and slave. Beth would be trained to be very oral. Margo had always wondered just how submissive she could make a slave become and Beth would be the one to experiment on. She fantasized about having a slave who would do anything she asked, no matter how depraved, without hesitation.

  

Chapter Twenty-Six

"Good job, Beth. You're right, this person, Dot, is definitely being controlled by someone else. Every time you ask her a question she hesitates, as if she is being told the answer," remarked Donna.

"She creeps me out a little," remarked Beth.

"Just a little?" asked Ally, who was watching from behind.

"Okay, she creeps me out a lot," laughed Beth.

"Most likely she's an abducted teen, being controlled by the person who abducted her," added Ally.

"Oh," replied Beth contritely.

"Has Cathleen had any luck yet?" asked Donna.

"Nothing yet, she said to keep her on as long as possible," stated David.

"I don't think that'll be a problem. She's definitely interested in me," remarked Beth.

Ally watched as Beth talked with Dot. She agreed with Donna and Beth that someone was calling the shots for Dot. Ally wondered about what kind of person she was. Ally had already concluded that the person was a woman. Sir Nigel had said that a woman was in charge. Maybe this was her. So close and yet so far, thought Ally.

Beth talked to Dot for over an hour. Dot was very interested in Beth's hobbies and interests.

Dot: So do you have a boyfriend?"

Beth: No. I had one, but he moved away.

Dot: Sorry to hear that. Were you serious?

Beth: No, but I liked him a lot. We kissed a few times, but nothing serious.

Dot: Maybe it was for the best.

Beth: You might be right.

Cathleen was able to tell by then that Dot was close. She suspected she was north of Washington, DC. Ally was glad that Cathleen was on their side.

Ally stopped it after ninety minutes. If Dot contacted Beth tomorrow, then they'd know that this was it. Ally was already sure. Her sixth sense about things like this was never wrong.

"Great job, Beth!" exclaimed Ally and they hugged.

Beth got hugs from Donna too. Maggie was very proud of her daughter, even if she wasn't totally happy about Beth being targeted.

"I'll meet you at your home tomorrow, after school," stated Donna.

They all sat around the operations room, unwinding. Ally had brought in several pizzas and it allowed the team to relax a bit. After regular working hours, the pizzas from the staff cafeteria were free. A nice fringe benefit!

"Okay," said Beth. "Do you think that all the abducted teens will be at the same location?"

"Some of them will be there," stated Ally.

"Hopefully, we can get access to their records, so we can recover the others," remarked Maggie.

"What will we do for the teens we recover?" asked Ally.

"The agency's crisis response team will be there as soon as possible. Jenna formed it for assisting victims of crimes. Although this may be a bit bigger than she's expecting, we could possibly have dozens of teens needing help," explained Rich. "I'll let her know that she may be getting a very big challenge in the next few days."

"What about the other ones?" asked Beth. She was obviously referring to the teens already in the hands of men like Sir Nigel.

"That will be complicated. We will get them back, but what then?" asked Rich.

No one spoke for a long time.

"When do you think they'll try to grab me?" asked Beth

There was another long silence, as if no one wanted to be the one that said it. Rich finally broke the silence. "Next day or two."

"I know you'll be there, and I won't give up!" exclaimed Beth.

"We all know that," added Maggie. "Well, Kiddo, it's been a long day. Let's go home."

Ally thought about Beth the whole way home. In some ways she's so much braver than me, thought Ally. It was strange that they were hoping that Beth would be kidnapped. It was like when she had been the bait for the MNF serial killer, thought Ally.

Technically, Ally wouldn't be allowed on the field operation to rescue Beth. Her injury restricted her to office work. Still, just let someone try to stop her from being there! She figured she could count on Steve and Maggie to let her be there when they made their move.

Ally felt suddenly very weary and longed to be with Carol. When she arrived home, she was pleased to see that Carol was home and preparing dinner. She felt the weight lift off her shoulders as she walked into the house and hugged and kissed her lover.

  

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Margo was watching the new captives. They were both crying themselves to sleep. Earlier, the boy had been beating on the door, pleading to be released. His cries fell on deaf ears. She loved it when they showed so much emotion. This usually meant their resistance would burn out very fast. Of course, the boy would be crying a lot easier soon. She was trying a new blend of the hormones out on the boy. It would have a faster effect on his emotional state.

She also increased the sensory confusion, by speeding up the periods of total darkness and then bright light. The boy was already converted to an all-oriental diet. His transformation would be a real challenge, as it was so complicated. His cell was also different, as he didn't have a Western style bed. His hair had already been dyed jet black and cut in a feminine style. He had initially rejected the changes and had been punished by total darkness with alternating heat and cold. Margo estimated that he would break very soon.

The girl was already breaking. The bidding for her was exciting. The woman who wanted to make the teen a little girl presently had the highest bid. Margo had talked to Thomas and he said that he could do a nice breast reduction on her and also change her face to make her look younger. They also discussed a hysterectomy, which would take care of pesky female issues. The girl was short and slim and would make a cute little girl. The woman stated that she wanted the slave to be trained to speak only German, with just a child's vocabulary. As she would be living in the US, that would make her even more isolated and dependent on her "Mutter."

While her process was very successful, Margo longed a bit for more hands-on training. She would get to this with the lovely creature Thomas was creating. She will feel the sting of my whip, thought Margo.

Margo had picked out her two slaves from the DC area. Both were boys, who were destined to become pretty, young women. Marcus was planning their abductions. He also told her that he had to "eliminate" the representative, as he had gotten greedy and requested a lot of money or else he would call the authorities.

It wasn't a great loss, as she was closing down the operations soon. Marcus said he had planned on killing the representative anyway, just to make sure he didn't tell anyone. He had offered the representative to Thomas first, but he had no interest in him.

Then there was her new personal slave, Beth. Soon, that lovely girl would be in one of her cells. Margo would break and train her from the start, much like one did a spirited young horse. She looked forward to stripping the school uniform off Beth's sweet young body.

Thomas was disappointed that she wouldn't allow him to modify Beth. Tough! This one was her toy and she liked her girls natural. Still, she might let him pierce her in a few places, as a treat, as she usually did all the piercings on the slaves.

Margo planned to shave Beth's head and eventually have her treated so she stayed slick and smooth all over. Margo got wet just thinking about it. She imagined Beth, nude and covered in a light coat of oil, standing before her, looking like a statue. It would be exquisite!

Margo went into Dot's cell.

"Dot, your reward for today is to orally pleasure your Matron. Do you want to do this?" asked Margo, knowing the answer.

"Please, Matron, I'd love to do that! Please allow me to serve you!" pleaded Dot.

Margo sat down on the edge of the bed and motioned Dot to the floor. "You may begin."

As Dot started, Margo began to fantasize that it was Beth on her knees orally pleasuring her. She wondered how it would feel to have that slick head between her thighs. She would have Marcus act soon.

  

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Cathleen had a complete list of students in the Beltway area that the Primus representative had given free access to the website. The list had a little over two hundred names on it. Using the profile, they narrowed it down to less than twenty students.

David was assigned the task of monitoring them in the chat room. Donna was with him as they monitored the room. Beth had an actual dentist appointment and wouldn't be online until later that evening. They found that Dot was interested in two boys. One was name Kyle and the other was named Jimmy. Donna had to admire the person behind Dot. Whoever it was was doing an excellent job in getting information out of the victims. Donna agreed with Ally, the person behind this was a woman. They nicknamed her Ms. X. No real proof, just a very strong feeling. Donna also took notes on her techniques, as they might be useful in future cases. Then a sickening feeling came over Donna.

 

"David, I think our mystery woman might have been an agent," announced Donna.

"Ms. X? I was thinking the same thing. Whoever she is and whoever she worked for, she's pretty good," agreed David.

"I want to run this by Ally," stated Donna. "I'll be right back."

"No problem," answered David.

Ally was walking around the office getting her daily updates, when Donna found her.

"What's up, Donna?" asked Ally.

Donna smiled. "Is it that obvious?"

Ally nodded. "Don't ever play poker. What's on your mind?"

"Can we talk in private?"

They walked into Ally's office and Donna closed the door.

"I think Ms. X was an agent or a trained investigator," stated Donna. She then explained her theory to Ally. "In some ways, she is your evil twin."

Ally nodded. Donna could be right. Ms. X was, in some ways, her opposite. "Write it up and I'll send it up to Rich and Robert. Good work!"

 

Donna smiled. "By the way, I want to thank you. This is the first case that I've been on that I've felt like a real agent and not just a techie!"

"I only have agents in my department, Donna," replied Ally with a smile, "but, you're welcome."

"I have to leave in a few minutes as I'm meeting Beth at her house," reminded Donna.

"Okay, keep your eyes open. They may make their move any time now," stated Ally.

"Yes, Mom!" replied Donna.

Ally just shook her head and smiled.

"By the way, how're things with you and Ed going?" asked Ally with a smile.

Donna broke out in a big smile. "Great! Ally, I'm so in love with him!"

 

Ally smiled at seeing Donna so happy. "When this is over, why don't you two come over for dinner."

"That sounds great. I can't wait," replied Donna as she looked at her watch. "Well, I better get going. Bye."

 

"Say hi to Beth for me!"

A short time later Donna e-mailed Ally with her idea concerning Ms. X, and Ally reviewed and endorsed it, before forwarding it to Rich, Steve and Robert. If Ms. X had really been an agent, then she would be a much more dangerous adversary.

On a hunch Ally, took the artist sketches down to Michelle.

"Can these be run through our identification process?" asked Ally, as she shivered slightly. She was in such a hurry she had forgotten her coat.

"We already did that. We got a few maybes, but nothing solid," answered Michelle.

"No, not the criminal database. Do we maintain prior agents in the agency database?" asked Ally anxiously.

Michelle looked shocked. "You don't think they were agents?"

"Donna's pretty sure that Ms. X was," answered Ally, "and I tend to agree."

"Ms. X? Let me guess, Donna named her?" asked Michelle.

Ally nodded and rubbed her hands together.

"Won't take long. We already have the pictures in the database. Give me a few minutes," stated Michelle.

Ally waited anxiously. She didn't know if she was shivering because of being cold or because of the fear of an ex-agent being behind the abductions.

"Here it comes," announced Michelle. "Oh, my god! Ally, we got a match!"

Ally looked at the screen. It showed a near perfect match for the female drawing. The woman's name was Margo Simon. Ally glanced at her biography and saw that she had been in psychological operations. She was considered an expert on interrogation and had developed some techniques for converting enemy agents and terrorists. She had been discharged five years ago for insubordination.

"I need a copy of this immediately!" stated Ally.

"Already on it," answered Michelle. "Good job!"

Ally smiled and took the printout and CD from Michelle. "Thanks!"

She went right to Robert's office. He looked at the printout and without saying a word picked up the phone. "Sir, this is Robert Ledyard. I have Agent Burns with me and we have something you need to see immediately. Yes, sir, we'll be there in five minutes."

"The Director?" asked Ally. The idea of going to HIS office was a bit intimidating.

Robert just nodded. In a few minutes, they were standing outside the office of the Director. The secretary waved them in. The Director looked at the printout and without lifting his head, spoke. "Who else has seen this?"

"Besides us? Just Michelle in research," replied Ally.

The Director nodded. "We don't pay her enough. Robert, upgrade the threat level on this operation. I'm sure that she'll have some nasty people working for her. Also send a copy of this to Agent Steve Williams."

"Yes, sir," answered Robert.

"Did you make the connection, Agent Burns?" asked the Director.

"With some help from two of my agents," replied Ally. She then told the Director about Donna and David.

The Director just nodded and smiled, very slightly. "Good work. That will be all."

Ally was still in shock as they walked back to their offices. "I can't believe we were in his office!"

Robert smiled. "Get used to it. I doubt that will be your last time."

Ally felt her face getting warm. Shit! She was actually blushing! "Thanks," she replied softly. At least Robert held back his smile, thought Ally.

Suddenly Ally's cell phone rang. "Ally, this is Steve. I would like to see you immediately." He then gave her the location of his office.

Ally arrived in Steve's office and saw two other men talking to Steve. One was a large bald, African-American, and the other was short and stocky and had a moustache and a goatee.

"Ally, good to see you. Let me introduce you to Madison and Tom. They lead my tactical team," introduced Steve.

"Pleased to meet both of you," replied Ally.

"The honor is ours," answered Tom.

"How's your shoulder?" asked Madison.

Ally smiled and moved her arm up, "Still a bit stiff."

"That took guts. I'm amazed that that bastard took three shots to the chest and lived. I reviewed the case. You're a pretty good shot," stated Tom.

"Kinda hard to miss at that range," quipped Ally.

Madison shook his head. "Actually, it's very easy to miss. Many people panic in that sort of situation, you didn't! Don't downplay what you did."

Ally smiled. "Thank you."

"Anyway, Ally, if we need to launch a strike, these are the two who will be leading it," stated Steve.

"Did you hear the latest?" asked Ally.

Steve nodded. "I thought she looked familiar. I only met her once, years ago. She struck me as very strange."

"That means we will have to very careful. Her facility will most likely have excellent security. We'll have to do a really meticulous recon before we move in," stated Tom.

"Don't worry, Ally. We both know Beth, and we'll make sure she's rescued,' added Madison.

"It seems strange that we are hoping she gets abducted," remarked Ally.

"We have a strange job!" quipped Tom.

"I know you're officially on light duty, but I want you in the mobile command center for this operation, " stated Steve.

"Thank you," answered Ally.

"You've earned it," added Steve.

As Ally drove home, she thought about her remarkable day. She called Donna and checked up on her and Beth. Everything was okay. Dot was still actively interested in Beth.

Beth opened her front door and was greeted by the wonderful aroma of Carol's cooking. She walked into the kitchen and hugged Carol fiercely.

"Well, I'm glad to see you too!" replied Carol. She could tell that Ally was troubled, but she would wait for Ally to bring it up.

Dinner was homemade chicken noodle soup and a loaf of fresh French bread and a bottle of wine. Simple, but filling. Over dinner they talked about their cases.

"It looks like it should come down any day now," explained Ally.

"How's Beth doing?" asked Carol.

"Better than me. She loves it," stated Ally.

"I understand. It is a common fault with some of us," confessed Carol "How're you doing?"

Ally smiled and held out her hand and wiggled it back and forth.

"Have you talked to Jenna lately?" asked Carol.

"No time."

"Bullshit," answered Carol. "It's only natural to feel some anxiety over this case."

"Thank you, doctor. Seriously, I'm okay. I'll see her when this is over. I really want this bitch."

Carol nodded, "We never did get our fall vacation, last year. We both need some time off. My case should be wrapped up soon. Any suggestions?"

"Somewhere warm!"

"I think I know just the place," replied Carol with a sly smile.

"And you're not going to tell me?"

"Nope! But you can start shopping for your first bikini!"

"Hmmmm!"

After dinner they put their worries aside for the evening. They sat down in front of the TV and put on a movie. It was Chocolat and it was excellent. The film gave them two great ideas. Carol made them each a big mug of hot chocolate and then they went to bed and made mad, passionate love, before falling asleep in each other's arms. Maybe chocolate really was an aphrodisiac!

To be continued

  

  

  

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