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      Published: 2015-08-22 Completed: 2015-10-04 Chapters: 25/25 Words: 152447
****** The big picture is a collage ******
by Drkzide_(ff_fan)
Summary
     An alternate tale of Skyfall
     The duty of M is to see the big picture. Weigh one threat against
     another. The value of an agent against the agency. The survival of a
     weapons cache against the survival of a Double Oh. A technician
     against an information source. The possibility of loosing a Double Oh
     and the possibility of loosing a hard drive.
     What happens when all these little pictures become the one massive
     collage.
Notes
     Pleases heed all the tags. If things like triggers are an issue I
     would suggest avoiding this work.
     As always traits of dyslexia so correct, similar words(e.g. break/
     brake) may crop up. Also late identifying has led to problems with my
     standard of written English. A little understanding and acceptance
     helps me exercise my imagination.
***** Prologue: The Boffin in the basement & The Two faced God *****
Before he intended to pay a visit to M. James wanted to know what was on the
phone. Getting into Q branch unnoticed had been exhilarating, the adrenalin
pumping. After storming an Embassy to shoot a bomb maker in full view of the
CCTV cameras. There was no doubt in James' mind what would happen if he was
noticed.

Walking along the main subterranean corridor of Q branch. James passed the
doors leading to the different divisions. Reading the signs as he passed.
'Mechanics', 'Armoury', 'Cyber'

“That's computers” he mused.

Going in. James was met with a large room full of clustered workstations. A
woman with dark complexion and light brown eyes looked up from her monitor.
With his target identifying herself James stalked towards her.  

Perching on her desk. “Hello” James said, giving a seductive drawl. Her dark
skin did nothing to hide the blush as she ducked her head.

“Hello” she returned hesitantly. James had been hoping for someone a bit more
assertive and responsive. Her curiosity was about to get the cat killed.

James now doubted she would help, no matter what implied promise he gave.
“Would you be able to do me a favour” James drawled in the same seductive and
promising tone. The woman stuttered trying to back out without offending him.
James could just make out an amused observer, from the corner of his eye.

Looking to the observer. James was met with intelligent green eyes, framed by
classic style glasses. The messy haired young man gave James an open,
appreciative once over. Seeing another potential and more promising target.
James reassured the woman. “I wouldn't want to put you in a compromising
situation”

James stood keeping his eyes locked on the young man's. While having carefully
crafted a reputation as a woman's man. James did not discriminate. He could
flirt and seduce as required. The only thing he needed was his target to be
open to it.

Perching on the young man's desk he extended his hand. “Bond, James Bond” he
greeted.

“I know” the young man acknowledged, full of challenge and amusement. James'
smile turned predatory, he liked it when they played.

“I am in most need of your help” James almost whispered. Leaning closer to the
young man.

“Of that I have no doubt, Double Oh Seven” the young man shot in a dry tone.
James dismissed the comment. A challenging smile graced the young man's
naturally dark lips. He knew what James had done and clearly understood that M
was after the Double Oh's hide.

A finger held up, drew James' attention and directed it to the green eyes.
“What colour is Annie's shirt” the young man asked.

'Damn' James swore internally. There was only one colour coming to James' mind.
“Green” he said with a cheeky smile.

The young man shook his head, “No Double Oh Seven”

A clipped voice interrupted them. “What is going on here?”

James automatically turned to the petite woman with wing tip glasses. Her dark
blond hair in a tight bun. She wasn't that old but her style screamed Old,
Office, Admin, Witch. Dresses in pleated skirt, cream cardigan and simple stud
earrings.

“I am assisting Double Oh Seven” James' target snapped, his voice colder than
when he had been talking to James.

James could kiss the boy. He hated his boss and it was enough to get his help.
James pulled out the phone and handed it to the young man. The boss continued
to protest as the young man pulled off all the information on the phone.” Here”
he said to James. Calling the Double Oh's attention to the screen. There was a
the source of the last text message the phone received. He even triangulated
the source and found a CCTV image of the person sending the message.

Taking the phone back and caressing the young man's fingers in the
process.“Thank you” James said with a softer, more genuine smile.

--

James entered Cyber Division of Q Branch. The mission was hell. Le Chiffre was
dead, Lynd was dead, betrayal and pain had marked the enter event. To cape
everything off. When he tracked down the person who ordered Lynd's death. M's
bodyguard had gone ape shit. Killing, and trying to assassinate M. The person
who had put him on the course of events and worked in the background was his
target again.

“I wasn't too sure on an appropriate gift. Flowers, chocolates, jewellery all
no. How about Dinner” James mused sitting on the Young man's desk.

“No, Double Oh Seven” he responded. The wild hair of the bowed head, the only
view James had of him. The young man concentrating on his work. James
recognising a laptop taken from the Bodyguard's flat.

“Spoil sport” James said. Finally getting a challenging smile in return.

“If you must insist, tea. I like Earl Grey” he said and returned to his
attention to the computers on his desk.

“Name?”

“A name has power Double Oh Seven. As long as I keep it I have the power.
However I am designated Q-C00-0-14” he shot.

“See you later, Q” James returned and stood

A few days later, the man nick named Q. Arrived at his desk to find a packet of
tea leaves from an expensive shop sitting on it. Shaking his head Q placed his
cardigan over the back of his chair and got to work.

--

James asked all about MI6, for information on Q. One person identified Q as
'Robert Frobisher'. James then found an article on Robert Frobisher's arrest
for cyber terrorism offences. If it was his Q. He wouldn't be the first to be
recruited if they were good enough and could be trusted.

Going to Cyber division, perching on the man's desk. James presented the new
information to Q. Not only did he laugh but so did a few around them. “It's on,
Q” James whispered with a predatory smile.

As usual whenever James entered Cyder Division the manager gave him the evil
eye but no longer interfered. “Freddie Lyon?” James asked, already suspecting
the name to be wrong. James was not disappointed to get a shake of the head. He
had gone to great effort to break into those files. The name James had read, a
bust.

Cornering Q's desk neighbour ended in failure as she refused to tell James
anything as well. Underwood, the manager had given James a name. Only after he
had filled out the proper requisition forms. She reluctantly added, she knew
the name was a cover. Along with a warning on leading on an impressionable
young man.

“Ben Coulter, Sebastian Flyte, Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, Sidney, James Deamis”
James asked coming in one day.

Received a shrug. “I could be Paddington Bear for all you know, Double Oh
Seven” Q shot. A twinkle in his green eyes and a soft smile on his kissable
lips.

--

“Wait” Q called just before James left the building. His idea had been vetoed
by the real Q. Too recognisable as MI6 work, too heavy on bandwidth,
impractical. He built it anyway.

“Untraceable, with a few modifications” Q said handing James a mobile phone. Q
gave a quick rundown on the features of his creation.

It looked like the standard field issue phone. But for some reason James
trusted the person who still refused to tell him his name. Impulsively James
gave him a peck on the cheek, “Be back soon dear”

Q stood, cheeks blazing red in the wake of the Double Oh's action. He was by no
means inexperienced. However his reaction to affection was always the same. He
had thought James to be playing with him. Despite knowing James had courted men
when necessary, there had been no record of him doing it when not. Either James
was playing a cruel game, which was not his style or there was something about
the Operative most overlooked.

Q liked the attention he had been receiving from the Double Oh. He loved doing
things for the man. And it sent a thrill through him when James recognised his
efforts. He knew James wanted more but Q refused to develop the relationship.

A notice went out to all support services a few days later. 'Double Oh Seven',
'Status:Burned'. Although not in the direct support service. Q had been placed
on the CC list. A few days after receiving the notice. The Phone he gave James
started uploading facial recognition templates. Running the templates Q sent
the results to Tanner.

Several days later a muscled thigh covered in a steel grey trousers sat itself
on his desk. “Welcome back Double Oh Seven” Q greeted. Giving the Double Oh a
smile as he turned his eyes on those piercing blue ones. Usually cold and hard,
they had a slight softness when they were directed towards him.

“Hello” James purred and placed a small and obviously expensive bone china tea
pot down, along with a packet of tea.“Bribery will get you nowhere” Q drawled,
accepting the gift anyway.

“Dinner?”

Q knew he shouldn't encourage the Double Oh. Their interactions were being
noticed. Some like Annie hand even mentioned their concern. Giving in to his
desire. Looking at his watch, It was so close to quitting time. “I suppose so”

--

One dinner and James still knew next to nothing about the enigmatic Q. By the
time the meal ended. James had learned about Q's abilities with computers, his
work with special projects, even his arrest for cyber terrorism. However,
nothing personnel. Not his name, if he had family, boyfriend, home. Nothing
beyond he liked Earl Grey, he was a tease, sharp and beyond intelligent. And he
blushed so cutely.

James had been thanked by Q for the meal. Then watched him disappear into a
tube station. James had though about following but he wanted to earn the other
man's trust and he felt following him would be a breach of it.

There was a slew of minor Operation. James would visit Q after each one. If Q
had done something directly involved James would bring a small token. Small
being of size, some like the Teapot were quite expensive.

Placing a 'Q' scrabble mug down. James perched on Q's desk. Watching the man
look over his latest gift. “Dinner?”

“I can't, Double Oh Seven”

James could see it wasn't can't it was won't. Q had refused all further dinner
invitations. Looking at his watch. James tried something less romantic.
“Lunch?”

James saw the internal conflict in the little boffin. Briefly the dark bottom
lip was caught between teeth. Then there was an expression that could only be
described as resignation. Q gave in and agreed to lunch.

James chose a coffee shop about five minutes walk from MI6. He kept his
questions to what Q had been doing since they last met. The man looked
relieved. And even graced him with a smile as they separated. For the remaining
days of his down time. James asked the little boffin to lunch. Which were
accepted

--

Coming back from a mission. James was looking forward to seeing the young man
again. The mission while not the most exciting had been laborious. Watching
pirates on the west coast of Africa. Watch them move camps until his target
arrived. An arms dealer who was selling higher grade weaponry. The small arms
the ships could handle but the surface to surface missiles were considered too
advanced.

With the missiles. Instead of being paid to release a ship. The pirates could
hold the water way itself hostage. Charging for safe passage of every ship not
just the ones they took. The pirates were gone, the weapons dealer was gone and
James was home.

Entering Cyber division. James walked up to the desk of his Q. A curly reddish/
blond boy was sitting at his desk. He looked up. His light blue eyes, curious.
“Hello” came the soft hesitant Scots voice

All of Q's knick-knacks were gone. The Tardis mouse pad, The Q mug that James
had gotten and a few other sparks of individuality. Looking to the neighbour
James stilled. The watery eyes and pale complexion a give away.

“Double Oh Seven. Mr Coulter's infatuation has cost us dear. I ask you to
leave” The pale eyed office manager snapped. Those eyes were hard and beyond
angry.

The entire room was looking at James. Most with open hostility. Whatever had
happened to Q James was getting the blame.

After finding very little. James went to E branch. He was heading for Tanner
when M's secretary called him over. “You can go in” the man said and James
entered M's office.

M pushed back what she had been working on to look at James. Steepling her
fingers she looked James over. “I always wondered how you could be so cold to
all those woman. They loved and laid down their lives for you and you barely
show a hint of anything. One boy and you are about to tear this place apart” M
said indicating James' barely contained fury.

Sobering. M pulled out a folder from a drawer. She placed it on the far side of
her desk.“Mr Coulter, was needed and volunteered. He went in with his eyes
open”

James picked up the file, breaking the 'Eyes Only' seal. “His name wasn't Ben
Coulter” James argued, absently.

“Only one person knew that ghost’s real name and he took it to his grave” M
snapped before she remembered James was hurting over this. Making her tone
softer, “Ben Coulter is the name he was employed under and it is the name on
the memorial wall”

Finishing reading the file on 002's de debriefing. “Thank you” James said
placing the folder back on M's desk. Before James could leave M called his
attention to a box sitting on the conference table, across the room.

Going over James opened it. On the bottom was a grey cardigan that usually hung
over the back of Q's chair. There was also the Tardis mouse pad, China tea pot,
Scrabble mug, a half empty packet of tea leaves and a few other bits and
pieces.

When James picked up the box and turned back to M, she was standing, holding
out a tissue in a trembling hand. James didn't understand and M had a look of
such sympathy and concern as he had never seen before. Slowly she reached
forward and brushed his cheek. Instantly James pulled back and wiped his face,
feeling the wetness.

Breezing passed the stunned woman, scrubbing his eyes. James marched out of E
branch. Instead of going down the parking level. James exited on the ground
floor. Stepping out James went to the area behind the reception. There the
memorial wall stood and he found the last name inscribed. 'Ben Coulter'

--

In the communal office used by the nine Double Ohs. James saw him. Tall, lean
and dark haired. Lunging from his desk. James barrelled into the other Double
Oh. Shoving him into the wall. James' right forearm almost crushing the man's
throat. Standing nose to nose.

“James” Came the soft tones of the most deadly Double Oh they had. Peabody(009)
was of Afro-Caribbean decent. Intelligent and some suspected a psychopath.
James knew he was just loyal, willing going to any extreme to protect the
country.

Peabody's hand rested on the arm across Double Oh Two's throat. Neither helping
or hindering. His calm, slow and precise tones breaking through James' anger.
“Don't let this be the end of your career.”

With the man pinned against the wall. Double Oh Two confirmed everything in the
mission report. Fairbanks and Q infiltrated the mansion of Merovingian during a
party. Q's job was to hack the on site computers. There was an ambush and Q was
caught in the cross fire. James let the other Double Oh drop and walked away.

Visions of the vibrant/mischievous/teasing green eyes going dull as his body
was hit by multiple shots. James shook his head trying to dispel the image.
Then others came. Head shots nearly decapitating. Abdomen wounds that would
have left Q writhing in pain for hours.

Finding the darkest, closest bar. James drank into oblivion. The only way he
could stop his imagination from supplying him with the images of Q dying. Over
and Over.

When James couldn't stand but was still conscious. His arm was brought over
broad shoulders and he was pulled up. James had not even noticed Peabody had
followed him. The dark eyes carrying understanding and sympathy. Double Oh Nine
bundled him into a cab. Going so far as to see him home and drop him on his
couch.

--

For months. Hong Kong, Paraguay, Haiti, Cuba, Chilli, Somalia, Nigeria,
Pakistan, Georgia. James threw himself into mission after mission. He had
refused down time even when M ordered it. His reputation started to change
around MI6. The subtle flirting James did around the building stopped. From the
cold, womanising, result driven Operative. To a machine with a death wish.

He seemed to be in the psychologist's office ever day he was in MI6. James knew
they were gauging his mental state. Trying to figure how long it would be,
before he made the decision.

The decision. When someone shot at him and James had to decide. Jump out of the
line of fire or stay in the path of the oncoming bullets. It was never suicide
if someone pulled the trigger. Many had used that excuse.

It was just James and Peabody in the communal office. The other Double Ohs on
deployment. Peabody was preparing for a mission. James sat at the Double Oh's
desk. Not wanting to be alone. They didn't speak. When they did it was Peabody
asking what happened to James' computer.

“Virus or something” James dismissed. The device disappearing a few weeks ago.
Q branch in no hurry to replace the computer. James thought it a stalling move
by M. So he couldn't access his files and couldn't research missions, forcing a
longer down time.

James had begged M to send him on Peabody's mission. Unfortunately he caught
her at the worst possible moment. Some ultra Top Secret meeting in eastern
Europe had not gone well. She had been extra pissy as she commanded he had to
serve his a mandatory 7 day down time, with another 7 days on top if she so
much as heard his name mentioned.

“See you later Double Oh Seven” Peabody said, concern in his voice.

When he was alone James felt the big room closing in on him. Ghosts seemed to
echo in the silence. Shots, cries of pain and teasing green eyes all supplied
by imagination. He needed out. Going to his desk. James pulled out the bottle
from the bottom drawer. Gulping down the few remaining shots of the whiskey
straight from the bottle.

--

Some more non missions. Barely classed as Double Oh level brought James to
Istanbul. Then a man transporting a sensitive list of deep cover Agents had
been compromised and James was the closest.

James walked down a hall keeping an ear out for anything suspicious. Entering
the hotel room of Ronson. James found him dying and the hard drive ripped from
the laptop. Reporting to MI6. M snapped an order to peruse.

James voiced his protest about leaving the dying man but he was already moving.
Jumping into the car of a local field operative the chase began. After the
thief shot him in the shoulder, using a stupid amount of ammunition. James
followed the target onto a train.

Eventually they ended up in a fist fight on the roof of one of the cars.
Shoving the target off him. James was about to lunge when he couldn't breath.
M's voice ringing in his ears. James smiled, it was over, he was out.

The world started pitching and spinning, the train and bridge were falling
away. The Sky so blue and filling his vision. The air was forced from James'
lungs as something impacted his back. About to take a breath James was
surrounded by water, fast and cold.

Righting himself James grabbed a rock, pain screaming from his shoulder, torso,
back and side. Dragging his head above the water. James pulled air into his
aching lungs with great gasps. Looking about. James did not recognise where he
was. There was no hint of a train, track or bridge. He was still processing,
bad guy in front of him then surfacing in a river.

Pulling himself from rock to rock. James reached the bank, pulling himself up.
Collapsing James looked up at the blue sky. “FUCK!” he screamed.

“Can't even fucking die” James wailed. He wanted it over. The only hope now was
the expanding patch of red around him.

Lying on the ground. Bleeding out. James first thought about Q, did Q bleed
out? Was it instant? Did he beg before his end?

Then someone else. The last time he felt this. A strange coin arriving in his
doorstep. Gold, a head with two faces. He researched the coin for weeks.

James hummed. A perfect out, no one would be looking for him. There was one
unconfirmed possibility that brought him out of the dark place the last time.

With being shot twice not resulting in his death. James focused on his new
goal. Pulling himself up. Forcing himself to move in the direction he thought
Istanbul to be in. He had to stop to apply some first aid. His head quite fuzzy
and light.

There was a place James knew of. A doctor who asked no question. He did his job
patching up James. Accepting the wet cash from his pockets. It wasn't the
prettiest or best medical attention but it would do.

Making his way north along the eastern side of the Black Sea. James came to an
old acquaintance. In a seedy night club. James ignored the dancing girls on the
stage. “Bond, James Bond” a heavy Russian accent came from heavier Russian.
Once KGB then FSB now a gangster.

“Janus, where is he” James demand.

Zukovsky snorted, “No pleasantries”

“Your other knee” James offered, earning a glare. The negotiation ended in a
fight. In his prime Zukovsky would have been more than a match for James but
now he was a crime lord who was as round as he was tall. The hired goons were
no match for James' skill even in his injured state. In the end James stood
over Zukovsky. Even after being thrown to the floor he was defiant.

As James had offered. Their last encounter ended with James putting a bullet on
Zukovsky's right knee. James now aimed at the left. Pulling back the hammer of
the gun. The distinctive click sounded loud even against the background dance
music.

“Ex Military Depot, twenty Kilometres south east St Petersburg” Zukovsky
wheezed.

Finding the Depot was easier than James expected. The black clad guards were
few and well trained. Others in Russian uniform looked like actors playing a
part. James took great care to avoid them all. Amongst the warehouses, in the
exact centre of the Depot. An old, armoured, soviet era train sat quietly.

Several of the rear cars were in the process of being loaded. Sneaking on via
the cars being filled. James started walking up the deserted train. Opening the
carriage ahead of the ones being loaded. A helicopter sat tied and secure along
with a three black, armoured Land Rovers. The next carriage was a barracks. A
corridor along the left with doors to rooms on the right. A comfortable but
simple mess area. A small and well used galley just before the start of the
next carriage.

The next carriage was luxurious. A narrow corridor with four cabins on the
right. A lounge dining area done in ornate caved wood and embroidered fabrics.
There was also a rather lavish desk against each wall. Moving beyond it. A
corridor ran along the left side of the carriage and a single door on the
right.

Beyond the carriage there was another. The voice of a woman and man both
speaking Russian floated from its door. Peeking in James saw a data centre,
computers and equipment ran along both sides of it. The two people, one woman
and a man both unknown.

Returning the way he came. James slid the only cabin door open. Large for a
train. The room contained a double bed, desk and private shower room. Looking
about James picked up a frame from the desk and he was finally able to relax.
His own much younger self stared back up at him. It was a copy of his official
portrait from when he turned out from Britannia Royal Naval Academy.

Placing the picture back down. James collapsed on the bed, allowing the world
to darken.

Pulled from his sleep by the bed dipping. James locked eyes with the dark blue
of his old friend's. James reached up to the the burn scars on the side of his
face and neck. “You're prettier than I remember” James mumbled. It was the
first time James had seen Alec since he had been Killed in Action.

The only message James had received was the coin. Shortly after identifying the
two faced god. James heard a rumour around MI6 that there was a new player on
the weapons market called Janus. It was the only hope he had and he clung to
it. He never checked it out because he wanted to live with the hope rather than
risk an ugly reality.

“You're greyer” Alec shot and pressed his lips to James'

--

James received far better medical treatment at the hands of one of Alec's men.
After recovering some. James was introduced to Xenia Onatopp, a rather scary
woman. Long black hair tied in a braid who liked to smoke cigars. Also
introduced was Boris Grishenko a small man with dark hair and brown eyes.

After being introduced. Alec looked to James “they're an item. I sometimes hear
Boris being punished” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

“Perverts” James grumbled.

“God you're so chaste” Alec threw back.

The black clothed men from the Depot James learned were Alec's. Jon a black
haired Chechen who was on the run with his sister. And Robb a auburn haired
merc. Were the two most senior of the group.

--

Eventually James told his lover about what happened in Turkey. “That bitch”
Alec snapped pacing their bedroom like a caged wolf.

“I don't blame her” James said.

“You wouldn't, did you blame her for me” Alec said indicating his scars.

“You were about to fail. She couldn't let the lab remain” James argued.

“Bugger that. She should have trusted in her Operative. Not sent a cruse
missile. She told me I had five minutes. I got less than two” Alec roared. It
was an old argument. James could see it from both sides while Alec just hated
M.

“Oh come on” James said, lunging froward. Grabbing Alec's jumper and pulling
him to the bed. Where a wrestling match broke out. They continued to tussle
until James could pin the other man under him.

Alec looked up to the light blue eyes of  his lover. They spoke far more than
his voice ever did. “If you believe what you said about M. Why can I see the
pain in your eyes” Alec said softly.

'Damn It' James thought.

“There, that” Alec argued as if reading James mind.

Letting go, James sat up. “there was someone else” James admitted.

“Who. Are you wanting to go back to him” Alec demanded. He had just gotten his
lover back and was baulking at the prospect of loosing him again.

When James turned to look at him, all jealousy vanished. “I'm sorry” Alec
whispered.

“M was, there. She told me” James whispered. The pain and loss bubbling up
again.

--

If Alec's operation was slick before it was something else now. The two
exDouble Ohs worked in unison. Becoming the two faces of Janus. In moments
James had regrets, he was selling weapons to some nasty people and groups.
However there was not an innocent weapons manufacturer in existence. The
beginning of the chain is as guilty as the end.

When they supplied a shipment of weapons to the freedom fighters of an oil rich
country. A corrupt puppet government propped up by international forces
suddenly came under strain. A CIA agent came after Janus. Care of the freedom
fighters, the agent was sent home in a barrel of oil with a built in his head.

When James likened it to a mission to Somalia where he was in the Agent's
position. Alec argued, “There is one key difference. You were better than your
target”

--

Getting a snack James was bypassing Onatopp's room. A crack and scream sounded
from inside. Shaking his head James continued. Muttering “Perverts”

Coming into the living area. Passing the dining table that ran along the
centre. Sitting at the desk that separated the lounge and dining area. Alec
sitting and reading on one of the settees around the small table. The furniture
like the carriage and decoration was all old Tsarist Russian and ostentatious.
A rocking jostled James and his drink as the train moved through Russia.

They had just come from St Petersburg and were heading to Georgia. Moving
through the paperwork. James came across a name he recognised. The tinpot
General that ran the St Petersburg depot had been approached by the Syndicate.
Taking the request for a meeting. James sat beside Alec.

Taking the letter from James. “There are some people, a terrorist won't even
deal with” Alec stated handing the letter back. He wanted to avoid that group
at all costs.

“It was his estate Double Oh Two was infiltrating” James said, then remembered
he had not told Alec everything. Finally James discussed the mission report
involving the death of Q.

Listening to James. Alec wasn't sure of his motivation for wanting a visit.
Curiosity? Revenge? It was all so strange. Alec wondered if James actually
loved this Q. The man was always far more loving than his surface appeared. He
had a big heart and he always gave it truly if not always fully. Monogamy was
not one of his virtues. But loyalty was.

Wanting to make sure James understood. The Syndicate stretched back centuries,
possibly millennia, in one for or another. They never took sides in wars, they
were everywhere and it wasn't just a play thing for the super rich. There were
families involved that could trace there time back to the Roman Empire, Ancient
civilisations, Medieval France and England, The foundations of Russia, Vikings
and Mongols.

“Merovingian has a private guard that puts most world leaders to shame. The
Syndicate has an army that could put most countries to shame. If you go after
him it will be an act of war. Forces will move against us from every country,
every institution, there will be no safety. It will be our end” Alec warned.

Seeing the look on his lover. Alec added, “Who wants to live forever”

“You don... Thank you” James said and kissed Alec.

--

After the arrangements had been made. Alec's train went down to the south of
France where Merovingian had his estate.

The train was parked in a freight yard. Stepping out James and Alec got into
their waiting Land Rover. Onatopp and Boris getting into another. Along with
the small group of mercenaries they headed for the estate on the Mediterranean
coast.

The drive took a good few hours before they came to a check point. From the
edge of the estate you still couldn't see anything and in took a few more hours
before the palace like house came into view. The white stone of the house
slowly getting bigger as they approached. Two wings with a large circular court
made up the back of it. Driving between the pillars of the massive court yard
the cars circled the fountain centre piece, to stop at the steps leading up to
the door.

Getting out James looked up the steps. Eyes first landing on the greasy looking
French man. Then beside him, a barely dressed young man. A pair of skimpy
briefs, the most substantial covering. Cloth attached to each ankle coming up
the inside of his legs to attach to the briefs, leaving the outer legs exposed.
Material spanned between his wrists and collar as well. All was a shiny, green,
satin like fabric. The collar at his neck and the cuffs on his wrists and
ankles were all of an iridescent enamelled green.

Free of his glasses the green eyes looked far larger. His head was bowed and
the hair just as messy as James remembered

“Q” James whispered.

“Think before you act” Alec pleaded quietly without moving his lips. Already
Alec could see the security was stupid. There were glints of sniper scopes from
the grounds on the outer side of the courtyard. The few guards in the courtyard
carried themselves with obvious but unknown training. There were people moving
about the roof. If James acted there would be no where to run or cover.
***** A price to pay *****
Chapter Summary
     Ben Coulter is called on to help in a mission. He learns how the game
     is played and that everything has a price.
Chapter Notes
     Thanks for reading.
     Warning: From this chapter on the story gets darker.
Ben Coulter entered a conference room of MI6. Tanner was at the head of the
table preparing for the briefing. He didn't know what was going on but he knew
everyone in the room was a similar age to himself, although Ben was the
youngest at twenty two. Also all had similar experience to himself in hacking,
although Ben knew he was actually the best. If it hadn't been for a his stupid
boyfriend logging into Facebook on the laptop he used for hacking. There would
have been no way of finding him. It gave him just enough time to burn his past
before MI5 battered down his door. Or he would have been in real trouble.

When Tanner announced everyone was there. Another thing in common sprung up in
Ben's mind. He and Peter were the only men and Peter was the only other gay man
in Cyber division. Annie was here while Amy a gay woman wasn't. The other thing
everyone had in common was they all had a preference for men.

Bill Fairbanks(002) entered and Tanner started the briefing. “An opportunity
has come up. We require someone to hack a closed system from inside a safe
room. Everyone here has been identified as capable of this” Tanner informed.

“At the heart of it, The Syndicate is a slave and people smuggling ring” Tanner
stated and a few of those present started to look concerned.

“There is at the top an Elite. One of these Elite has had some dealings with a
known covert Bioweapons manufacturer, Yutani Corporation. You will infiltrate
Merovingian's villa during a party for some of the Syndicate's most notable
members. For this mission you will be in a compromising situation. You are
likely to engage in sexual situations, possibly with multiple participants”

“NO” Annie called with a few others agreeing.

Tanner allowed Annie to leave along with another woman. Annie sending Ben a
concerned look just before she exited the room. Continuing the briefing, Peter
left along with a few more. Eventual only Ben and Kate remained. With only two
left and having explained everything. Tanner nodded. “Due to the strict time
constraint we must ensure you are capable. We would like a demonstration”

Since meeting James. Ben had been more curious as to what happened on missions.
He had read(hacked) most of the reports and knew they were sanitised versions
of what really happened out there. He was no prude and had some wild times in
his past. So far, nothing Tanner had said. Ben had not done before at some
point.

In a small theatre near the conference room and in front of an audience.
Fairbanks stripped off to stand on the stage. To Ben he was magnificent. Tall,
lean, tightly defined muscles, lightly tanned. A long face with strong features
and a long and straight nose, just on the side of being well proportioned
rather than too big. With dark almost black hair, short but still a little
shaggy. Light brown eyes. A cock that he was already drooling over, even
flaccid it was long and rather thick. He wasn't overly hairy. Just a light
covering starting at his belly button leading to a thatch around his cock, And
a light covering on his thighs.

At 002's request and most likely preference. Kate went first. Ben and Tanner
took a seat on the front row. Looking around, Tanner was the only person Ben
recognised. One older man caught his eye.

He was looking to Ben in anticipation. Making his skin crawl. Ben had a bit of
a daddy thing but they always had to have a mature, intelligent, wise, kindness
to them. And kind eyes, always it had to be the eyes. The man had greedy
piercing blue eyes. So he held no interest to Ben.

Kate striped off easily enough. If he was inclined Ben would be in awe of her.
Tall slim and well proportioned. Working underground had given her a milky
complexion. With long black and straight hair, almost reaching the round of her
buttocks. She had a sway in her hips as she walked towards the stage. Ben could
hear a man behind him started to breath a little more heavily with the sight.

She was doing well as Fairbanks kissed her and guided her to lay down. The
moment Fairbanks' hand moved between her legs. She was nervous, a slight
tremble racked her body. Just before 002 was about to slide into her. “STOP”
Tanner called. With a rock hard determination Kate stood, unashamed and certain
of herself.

A nod from Tanner indicated it was his turn. Standing Ben handed his glasses to
Tanner. Pulling his tie he let it fall to the floor. Stripping as he prowled
towards the stage. He could see it in Fairbanks' eyes, the Double Oh wasn't
even Bi. He covered it well but had a definite deer in headlights expression.

“Couldn't we wait for Double Oh Seven” Ben asked over his shoulder, at Tanner.

“Timing” Tanner reminded.

With that. Ben dropped his underwear. Instead of kissing the Operative. Ben
pressed his forehead to the taller man's neck and kissed his throat. Slowly Ben
trailed kisses and licks down the other man's torso until he was kneeling.
Without hesitation Ben took the flaccid length into his mouth. With one hand he
massaged the balls. Not thinking the Operative would accept a prostate massage.
Ben rubbed the perineum with the other.

Feeling the swelling organ fill his mouth and into his throat. Suddenly a hand
clamped on the back of his head, 002 thrusting deep. With experience, Ben was
able to deepthroat the intruding length.

“I think that's enough” Tanner called.

Fairbanks hesitated before releasing the grip on the back of his head. Standing
Ben wiped the saliva from his chin and turned around, headless of his proud
erection pointing towards the audience. The older man's eyes nearly bugging
out, finally getting to see the goods. Moving back the way he came Ben dressed
as he went. Standing in front of Tanner he extended his hand to receive his
glasses.

“Dismissed” M snapped, stepping out of the door way. “With me Mr Coulter” she
commanded. Ben giving a teasing smirk to Kate on the way past, to receive a
petulant tongue being stuck out at him in return.

Following the woman up to her office he was offered a bourbon. Despite refusing
he was presented with a glass. “I think I see what Bond finds so intriguing.
It's hard to rattled a Double Oh and Double Oh Two was rattled by your show” M
said and place a folder in front of Ben.

Reading the file. Ben could see why they wanted a demonstration. It wasn't that
they needed to have sex. It was the fact they needed to remain calm and
controlled in a stressful situation.“You're not worried about me performing.
You're worried that I can stomach this place”

“Can you?”

“I don't know. I have been in some extreme situations. But this. And everything
I have done was, consensual” Ben said. The file he was reading was far more
graphic than what Tanner had mentioned and he was doubting his ability to
remain controlled in the situation. And he knew he had hang-ups MI6 didn't know
about.

M waited, she was good at assessing people. She knew the person before her
wasn't faint of heart. He had run rings round two Double Ohs. He had burned his
entire past just before his arrest. Every time MI6 thought they had something
on him it would collapse. So far Double Oh Seven has been the only person he
allowed to get close and he still kept Bond at arm's length.

Placing the folder down Ben nodded his consent.

“Have you considered the possible repercussions. You could succeed, having
experienced an adventure. Capture or death are also possible. We will disavow
all knowledge if that happens” M warned putting as much severity in her words
as she could.

When Coulter acknowledged the risks M gave him a smile and a nod. “You leave
tonight. Report to Q Branch”

--

A villa on the south of France was the location of the party. From the plans
and layout, calling it a Villa was somewhat of an understatement. It was bigger
then Buckingham palace.

002 and Ben checked in to a high class hotel. The resort several miles from
Merovingian's estate, and even further from the villa itself. The opulent suite
had a spectacular view of the waning sun as they entered. Ben stepped out onto
the balcony. The Mediterranean taking a golden hue from the sunset. He would
have liked an opportunity to explore but time wasn't on his side.

Fairbanks was getting dressed in a Tuxedo. Ben never having thought a Tuxedo
suited him went for something a bit different. Q Branch went all out to
accommodated his desire. He hadn't even known they had an on staff tailor. It
was a charcoal single breasted suit with a jacket that closed at the neck line.
It made him look a bit like a priest or Japanese school boy but he liked it.
And the narrow fit accentuated his slim and long body shape. With the final
touch of contacts and fixing his hair so it became a dark mane. Ben declared
himself ready.

Looking round, Ben was met with a rather attractive sight of a gorgeous Double
Oh looking his best. He was everything that came to mind when thinking of a
spy, handsome, suave and all those other words that made people tumble into bed
with them. All dark and mysterious.

The provided limousine took a good few hours to get to the palace like house.
The car passing into a court yard. Circular, the fountain the centrepiece.
Fairbanks took Ben's arm as he stepped out of the limousine.

“Welcome Mr Richards, Mr Flyt” a stunning blond woman said without having to
check anything.

It was the first time Ben had seen an actual, real life, slave and she looked
no different from anyone else. If M's file had not shown him the emerald green
collar of Merovingian's ownership. He would have passed it off as a an
expensive choker.

Fairbanks (Richards) did the talking as Ben subtly looked around. But not
subtly enough for Fairbanks' liking as he was given a discreet pinch. The slave
in sleek black dress and snaking green stripe wrapping around her torso. Her
black hair in a French roll and with steel blue eyes she was beautiful. Lead up
the stairs and into a grand foyer. All done in classic French style. She
brought them to their host.

In a large reception room. Their host was greeting guests before they moved on
to enjoy the party. Merovingian was a bit shorter than Ben's 5' 10”. His hair
was gelled almost solid, slicked back and of such a gloss black the light
bounced off it. The cold green eyes raked him up and down, making Ben's skin
crawl. The expensive black three piece suit was easily recognised as tailored
and with a blood red shirt and tie making a dangerous statement against the
black. Accentuating his intimidating aura.

After Fairbanks and Merovingian spoke in French. Their host laughed softly. “It
is quite all right. There is no crime in being unable to speak French”
Merovingian said in English to Fairbanks. The Double Oh obviously explaining as
to why Ben couldn't understand them.

After addressing Ben in French, and making his skin crawl again. “Such a
beautiful language. Even the most decadent of desires sound like heaven”
Merovingian purred.

“Melodic eloquence, beautiful!” Ben responded and got a pleased smile in
return. Ben even thought he sounding convincing to his own ears.

”I would very much like to talk to you again, Monsieur Flyt. Alas my next guest
has arrived”

Walking away Ben suppressed a sigh of relief. He didn't like how the man had
been looking at him and was glad to be out of Merovingian's line of sight.

The pair moved through the grand house. All about there were signs of the
nastiness below the surface. In the halls and public reception rooms nothing
seemed off, unless passing a door and screaming could be heard. A dull eyed
slave in formal dress stood at each door holding a pictograph card. Like a
living sign post. Allowing guests to identify the entertainment within.

Approaching a door with a slave holding a picture of a Poseidon like Merman
holding a Trident. They went in. If Fairbanks had not kept them moving Ben knew
would have frozen.

Like a gallery. Tanks of various shapes and sizes were about the room. The
first that Ben saw contained a woman with long white blond hair wearing a white
night dress. She was submerged upright in a wide, high tank. A current in the
water moved the hair and dress. Her head and mouth, fixed into position round a
hole in the front of the tank. Through the hole you could see directly into her
mouth and hear her breath.

“A ghost” Fairbanks mused, keeping up appearances. Inspecting the tank like it
was an art instillation.

“Lady in the lake” Ben corrected, indicating the 'Nimue' at the bottom of the
tank.

Moving on they came to a tank that looked like a large coffin. A man in a
straight jacket was anchored to, and floated few inches from the bottom. He did
have concealed breathing apparatus and looked to Fairbanks and Ben in turn.
“Houdini” Ben mused.

“I'm bored” Ben said to Fairbanks before he could approach the centrepiece. He
could hear a gasping from a low round pond and he didn't want to approach
further.

“What do you want to do” Fairbanks said with a bit of annoyance.

“Shibari in the library” Ben responded remembering the packet that he had read
on the trip over.

Fairbanks agreed. The Library was fairly easy to find. Outside a male slave in
white tie held a picture of a simple square knot, golden rope on a black
background. Inside there were slaves bound in various poses. “Look” Ben said
with genuine excitement, detaching himself from Fairbanks. Just inside, like a
gateway into the library. Two slaves, one man one woman. Both were in the exact
same pose facing each other either side of the door.

Both were tied to Totem poles, suspended with their knees bent and legs tied
and wrapped around the totem. It looked a bit like an upright spit ready for
the roast. Both were naked and the man's cock was bound and pointing straight
out. Ben looked at the intricate rope securing them to the totems. Muttering to
Fairbanks all the time.

“An enthusiast” a voice said. A tall Asian man with spiked grey hair stepped
forward. He was in a tight leather trousers and vest, around his neck he bore
the green chocker style collar of their host. The collar was a little different
though. It had a series of gold vertical stripes indicating he had a rank above
a normal slaves.

The slave guided Ben around the room. Ben asked questions about tying the
intricate bondage. Everything was going well until he was brought to a row. A
slave ring, a real slave ring did not care about age. As long as their was a
market they would supply. “At this age more extreme postures can be achieved”
the Slave said.

“A little young for my taste” Ben mumbled. The slave immediately apologised and
guided them to the older slaves again. Ben lost his appetite for the intricate
rope work and the postures it maintained.

There was a touch of sympathy in Fairbanks' eyes. Leaving the library and the
bondage. “Never let you guard down. There is no safety here. You did recovered
well though” Fairbanks whispered.

Going outside there were tournaments. Stepping onto a terrace that ran the
width of the entire house. There were more terraces going down from the house
like giant steps. One big enough for what had to be at least an Olympic sized
pool stretching out into the distance. Beyond the terraces, flaming torches lit
the grounds stretching down to the black of the night time sea.

Stopping at a wrestling match. A bowl like ring with the spectators around the
circumference and looking down from the terrace above. Two men slicked with oil
tried to drag each other down. Seeing what would be a pin in a normal match
reminded Ben that the rules may be different. In the end he watched two men
fight with the victor raping the loser to win. A cheer went up when the winner
pulled his spent cock from the bleeding looser.

As the match was coming to a close both Ben and Fairbanks noticed the crowd
increasing. Even after, it was still getting more crowded. A growing
anticipation around them. Suspecting he wouldn't like what was about to come.
Ben started to move off. A hand grasping the fabric at the small of his back,
stilled his movements. Realising it would look highly suspicious if he went
against the crowd. Ben waited for whatever was going to happen.

A Goliath of a man was brought out. He was large, the largest Ben had ever
seen. Muscles rippling and pronounced. His eyes had the quality Ben had only
ever seen in a barely controlled and overly aggressive dog. A loincloth did
nothing to hide the substantial bulge of his crotch. Along with a boy no older
than sixteen, hairless and tiny in comparison. The boy was sent to one side of
the ring where a guard held him in place. The Goliath stood at the other. A
referee, declared clear and loud. “Deflowering” and the tunics were ripped off.

Ben cringed. He kept his eyes open but refused to see. “Not very sporting”
Fairbanks drawled but all Ben could hear was the frightened and pained screams.
A pinch from the Double Oh forced Ben to respond. “Quite” he said, not sure
what he was agreeing with.

“You have never heard of Zeb the Atlas” an upright older American man said
beside them with a southern accent. “Age fourteen, he used his teeth to
castrated the Gladiator who won the privilege of deflowering him”

Ben didn't hear what was being said. So focused on ignoring what was happening
in front of his eyes. A tug brought Ben into motion.

“Look he's wrapped” the American said and Ben noticed him for the fist time.
The short man, grey hair combed flat and straight back. Dressed in cream
trousers and white shirt. He was drawling about the excellence of the
delicacies on offer. It was all so normal Ben wanted to scream at these people
and their lunacy.

A squealing noise floated through the air and before he could stop himself Ben
looked. He recognised the bronze bull from history lessons and movies. “A bit
boring that one” the man dismissed. If it meant he could avoid going there. Ben
agreed whole heartedly and got a pinch.

“Not faint of heart are you” the man purred. After thinking. He guided Ben and
Fairbanks back into the house, “You must accompany me”

Taking Ben's other arm and leading them back into the house. The man continued
to talk about the Master Chef Hilary Briss and his 'Special Stuff'. “Tonight I
believe he is doing liver.” The man drawled. Ben let Fairbanks talk to the
Doctor.

Ben dreaded what would happen as he led them down stairs. In most clubs he had
been to, the dungeon was the most extreme. Everything he had seen tonight had
already blown extreme out of the water for him.

Fairbanks gave him a subtle glare. The only thing Ben could think of was he
agreed to something when he had zoned out.

“Now this shouldn’t be so boring” the doctor purred. Guiding them into a stone
walled room.  

“Ah! Vlad” The American mused with affection and sat. They were in a small
auditorium. Similar to the small lecture theatres Ben attended. Built in a
semicircle with seats descending down to the stage. Waving a hand in the air a
leather clad slave approached the Doctor. “Champagne” he ordered. Almost
instantly a tray appeared with a glass.

'Vlad the Impaler' Ben realised as he watched a man having his feet secured to
the floor, wide apart. Behind the slave there was a thick wooden stake. His
hands and arms were secured to the stake. His neck was also secured in a ring,
connected to the stake. So the spike would go straight through the centre of
him.

They had been one of the first to arrive and they waited. The Naked slave,
perhaps in his early twenties kept flicking his frightened brown eyes around
the room. His body was covered in healed scars from a whip. His hair was clean
and black, in trendy spiked style. Ben saw the frightened slave, cry and wet
himself waiting for the end he knew was coming. When the room was full. Slowly
a rod started sliding up from the floor.

Sliding closer to Fairbanks, Ben lay his head on his shoulder. He tried to
block out the noise and sight as the world started to fade. A pinch forced him
back to reality. The spike emerged from the top of the slave's head. Blood and
disgusting foul smelling stuff falling to the floor. He remained alive far
longer than Ben ever thought possible, screaming until the penetrating spike
reached about chest hight.

“Would you care to join me for a bite to eat. Our host has arranged for the
most rare of treats” The doctor drawled, pleasantly. His eyes shining and
bright after witnessing the slave die.

Finding his voice, and focusing his thoughts. “A most kind offer Dr Lecter.
However I have never seen the Pony Boys and I believe there are races soon” Ben
said. Fairbanks gave him a slight smile. Hoping it meant that his had not come
off as rude or as scared as he felt. They made their goodbyes, a promise was
made to see each other later and they separated.

“I told him you were squeamish, then you said people getting cooked was boring”
Fairbanks admonished. Ben was loosing it and they had a couple of hours before
all the guests arrived. The peak of the party was the time they would make
their move.

By the time it came for them to make their move. Ben had written his letter of
resignation. It consisted of 'Fuck you, Fuck this. Leave me alone and every
dirty secret I know stays buried'. At this point he was willing to serve the
rest of he sentence rather than continue in MI6.

On the Double Oh's heels Ben followed as he sneaked into the office of
Merovingian. It was a huge room. A long conference table leading to
Merovingian's desk at the far end. To the left there was a fireplace and
comfortable arm chairs. To the right there was another fire place, a bar one
side of it. The furniture, decoration and chandeliers were like the rest of the
house, classic French. The likes of which Ben had only ever seen in the most
lavish of movies.

Fairbanks found the bookcase off to the side of Merovingian's desk, that
concealed a door and opened it. By now Ben was quite afraid of passageways in
this house and what would happen if he was found in one. At the end of the
short passageway was a lift. Down they went, Fairbanks stood in front of Ben as
the doors opened, silenced gun ready. There was shooting, the gun far louder
than the movies made out. A scream of pain and a gurgling. When Ben looked up
Fairbanks was standing over four dead guards.

The lavishness vanished. The hall they were in was grey breeze block and
fluorescent tub lighting. Heading down the hall they came to an office. A large
square room with a metal safe like door to three sides. “in there” Fairbanks
informed indicating a heavy metal door.

It took Ben longer than he would have liked to open the thing while Fairbanks
stood guard. A hiss sounded and the large round door swung out. Inside looked
like a typical server room. Racks of blade servers, heavily air conditioned.
Ben knew there was no network connection outside of the room. The entire floor
was a Faraday cage, so no signals in or out either. Only one hard line
telephone to the house above them existed in this secure area.

From under his jacket Ben pulled off the thing that looked like a cummerbund,
containing his tools. Unfolding his phone to reveal a keyboard. Ben found the
server he was looking for. The flat square computer screwed into the rack was a
standard server. It had just never been connected to anything outside this
room. Opened the case of the server. He had to be careful as the computer was
still running as he spliced a connection between the server and his phone.

Ben started searching for the information MI6 wanted. Finding the company MI6
was after. He started copying the files over to his phone.

Standing, to tell Fairbanks he was ready to go. The Double Oh was already
slumped over. A wave of dizziness engulfed Ben from the sudden move. Leaning
against the server rack. Ben shook his head to clear it. It just made things
worse and he slid down. The lights faded from view and darkness engulfed him.

Ben opened his eyes to the triumphant expression of Merovingian. He was sitting
in Merovingian's normal office. Hands tied behind his back. Fairbanks was
beside him also coming to. The bookcase to the side was again sealed. The
burning torches shone through the window behind Merovingian. Party guests
occasionally blocking them as they moved about the grounds.

Merovingian idly played with Ben's phone. He seemed patient. Waiting until both
were fully conscious before speaking. “You are after our dealings with Yutani
Corporation” Merovingian said to Fairbanks, who remained silent.

“Everything has a value, Double Oh Two” Merovingian purred and Fairbanks' glare
intensified. It never boded well when the bad guy knew who you were.

Merovingian turning his predatory gaze back to Ben. In that moment both
Fairbanks and Ben knew the price Merovingian was asking. “You may decide Double
Oh Two, your mission at the cost of Monsieur Flyt. You may also try to get away
with everything but...” Merovingian trailed off with a challenging smile.

Ben was concerned. The likelihood of fighting their way out was as remote as
fighting their way in. That is why they tried to sneak in. Any hope of
salvation ended. “How do I know you didn't tamper with the contents” Fairbanks
stated nodding towards the phone.

“MI6 has no interest in our dealings or they would have stopped us a long time
ago. I have no interest in MI6's dealings, as long as they leave me alone. If
you return successful they will be less likely to send someone else. But there
must always be a price to pay” Merovingian stated.

Tutting Merovingian shook his head. Looking to Ben with a predatory gaze. “If I
knew MI6 had such gems. I would have been more willing to negotiate in the
first place”

Fairbanks looked to Ben. “Was the information secure” he asked.

Ben had to think. The only thing he had was his phone. He developed it himself
outside the normal MI6 procedures. It had the safeguards he developed for MI6
and much more. “Beyond secure. Without me the encryption well never be broken”
Ben snapped.

Although he was telling the truth Ben's only gambit failed.

“Agreed” Fairbanks stated. Ben watched the Double Oh being untied and receiving
the phone. Ben caught the Double Oh's eye. He was not playing a game or
anything. He was really taking the deal.

Ben started shouting, screaming and ranting. “BASTARD! I will destroy...” A
thug behind Ben put a meaty hand on his shoulder. Feeling a pinch. The needle
was withdrawn and Ben's world darkened again.

***** Aurora School of Excellence: 01/08 Arrival *****
Chapter Summary
     Q arrives at a place of learning. To learn what should never be
     taught.
Chapter Notes
     Theses will be the 8 darkest Chapters of the story. If you wish to
     skip them, do so.
     The story will pickup with Alec and James arriving at Merovingian's
     villa and meeting his slave at Chapter 11
     As I am keeping to Q's perception as much as possible. Names will be
     kept to a minimum, leading to him using the obvious for
     identification. e.g. nationality, physical appearance, etc. No
     insults or discrimination intended.
     French terms are supplied by Google translate. So errors in
     translation are likely. Later as Q learns to speak French I will uses
     italics to indicate they are speaking a different language(Russian
     and Georgian in later chapters)
When Ben came to. He was nude, his wrists were secured to a collar around his
neck and his feet were secured together at the ankles. Ben refused to think
about his dry mouth and throat, irritated eyes or his pounding headache.

It was morning and he was still in Merovingian's office, on the floor, in front
of the ornate desk. The man himself was standing over him in a drak green,
silk, dressing gown. A small coffee cup and saucer in his hands. As he loomed
over his new slave.

A slave, stood nude behind Merovingian. If it wasn't for the slave's
circumcised cock, hanging long, slightly swollen with a dark pink head exposed.
Being completely hairless from the head down. And the steel blue eyes. He would
look like a slightly older version of himself.

“Your companion landed safely yesterday. You were declared dead today”
Merovingian said pleasantly. It confirmed Ben had been out for more than just
one night.

“Beautiful! Once broken in you will be perfect” Merovingian purred, looking on
Ben with pride.

With that, a couple of guards yanked Ben up and dragging him out. At the door
he entered a few days ago. Ben was forced into a carry box, like a stronger
version of what was used to transport dogs. Shouting didn't work as all that
came out was a rasping noise from his dry mouth. He couldn't even work up the
saliva to moisten it.

The box was lifted into a van and the door slammed shut. Ben tried to force the
box's door. When that failed he tried to tip the box over, to again fail. He
eventually exhausted himself and fell into a fitful doze.

Waking up. Still in the box. Water being poured over his head. Ben drank as
much as he could. The angle wasn't good and barely got a mouthful in the end.
The neck of a bottle was shoved though the holes of the box's door and tipped
up a few more times during the journey. They didn't seem to care if he was able
to drink or not. When the van finally came to an end. It wasn't good.

Ben was pulled from his box and dragged to a lorry. He could barely see now,
his eyes stinging and weeping. There were dozens of other people, he could tell
that. Some sounded young, high pitched voices, scared. Others sounded old and
gravelly.

From the outside, the lorry looked like a refrigerated trailer for fresh
produce. Inside it was built for people. A single central aisle with small
solid rectangle doors either side. Two rows high by however long, the truck
was.

The guard did something to Ben's ankle cuffs. He was now able to separate his
legs while the cuffs remained on. Shoved head first into a compartment, a bit
smaller than the box he had just been in. The door was slammed and a clunk of a
lock sounded.

Not much wider than his shoulders and not even high enough to sit up properly.
The moment the door closed there was no light. However he thought he could hear
a trickle. Leaning forward there was a flow of water across a self, just in
front of Ben. In was not much but constant.

Ben licked at the flowing water to quench his parched throat. It wasn't rancid
but it wasn't fresh. He was still licking the nasty tasting water as the lorry
shuddered and started moving. No matter how much he drank, it never felt like
enough.

Ben developed a new problem. It started with a slight pressure in his lower
abdomen. Hours passed and the pressure built to pain. He needed to pee. Holding
for as long as he could, time ran out and once he started he couldn't stop.
With the inevitability of time, the next natural movement started to build then
couldn't be held either.

For a moment he thought about freaking, screaming, something anything. Eyes,
usually cold, hard and of such a wonderful and intense blue, suddenly flashed
in his mind. Taking a deep breath, ignoring the stench. Ben focused on the blue
eyes, like an ocean of clear water under a blue sky. If James knew he may come
help. 'If he knows? if he really cared?' Ben's mind supplied. “Plan for the
worst, hope for the best” Ben told himself

He had backups from when the security services tracked him down. He had
contingency from when he was given the option of working for the country or
being classed as its enemy. “Should have set up a dead man switch” Ben cursed
himself for not setting up a fail-safe for his sudden disappearance.

'Find an unguarded computer', all he needed was an internet connection. 'find a
phone', he still had friends, hopefully James among them. “Even a letter could
do” Ben mused.

Hours or days may have passed for all Ben could tell. Every so often he would
fall into a fitful doze. Waking up disorientated, then the smell, darkness and
motion would remind him. Panic would set in just after he woke and it was
getting harder to reign it in.

Eventual the truck stopped and there was the banging of doors, mingles with
screams and crying. Light flooded Ben's compartment from behind him, burning
his already sore eyes. A hand grabbed his ankle and pulled him out.

Once he was on the floor of the trailer he was hauled to his feet and dragged
towards the exit. The men around him were speaking a language Ben couldn't
identify. A language from one of the old Soviet Union countries, was all he
could guess at.

Eyes still burning Ben couldn't keep them open. Thrown against some bars, a
clunking sounded as the door was closed. All about Ben, were bars of an an
individual holding cage. The person in the cage beside Ben started screaming
and he could feel droplets of water. Attempting to force his eyes open but they
were reacting badly.

Then came a stinting water jet from back and front. The grime and muck was
forced off his body. As the the stinging continued, like cuts across his skin.
Ben couldn't suppress his own pain any longer. Screaming and shouting,
eventually the water stopped. The person in the cage next to him, started
screaming.

The front of the cage was opened and Ben was yanked out and shoved in a
direction. Unable to see he came to a halt. A sudden crackle of electrical
pain, stinging the cheek of his arse, got Ben moving. Slamming into a wall he
bounced off, falling to the ground. A few laughs could be heard getting closer.

A few more shocks came but completely disorientated. Ben hand no idea what to
do. Curling into a ball, begging and pleading had no affect. Then came a hash
voice some distance off. Ben was pulled to his feet and guided. He could feel a
narrow passageway either side of his shoulders and with a shock to his arse he
started moving down it. Coming to the end he bounced slightly as the passageway
veered left. Then he couldn't feel the walls, entering an open space. He had no
idea what was happening.

“Hello” someone said in English with a thick eastern European accent. He
started to say something else before stopping. Suddenly Ben's chin was grasped
and his eyelid was peeled open. Something sounding suspiciously like swearing
and whoever it was started barking orders.

Ben was guided to sit down and tilt his head. Again his eye lid was peeled open
and something cool and soothing was squirted onto it. The other eye got the
same treatment. After a few more irrigations the man removed Ben's contacts.
Soon Ben was able to open his eyes into its unfocused, short sighted, clarity.

The man was calming down and inspected Ben's eyes as many doctor or optician
had done before. Eventually satisfied the man asked, “You're a wild one. Will
you behave or will I need my friends” he said indicating the two guards in the
room. Numbly Ben shook his head, he had not eaten for at least three days,
little sleep. He didn't have the energy to fight.

“Good boy, stand” the man said. Starting with his hair Ben was shaved. From the
top of his head to the Spartan hairs of his legs. Only his eyebrows and lashes
remained in the end.

Starting with the top of the head.“Scar, eight millimetres” There was also
medical jargon on the scar's location. Moving on every scar, blemish, birthmark
and mole was catalogued.

“This will sting” the man warned, picking up something that looked like a
stapler. Putting Ben's earlobe between the plates a pinch made him wince.
“Good. Two more”

For the next two. A different device was used, looking more like a gun. Ben
recognised it as a device for implanting a tag. One went in at the scruff of
his neck the other, his heel.

“Don't need these” the man said and removed Ben's ankle cuffs then his wrist,
finally the collar. The green collar, not the choker style, just a green ring
of metal. It was still the mark of  Merovingian's ownership of him. Ben glared
at the thing in hate as it was carefully placed in a bag with the other rings.
Next came a physical. More in depth than the one Ben had when joining MI6.

Sitting in a chair with his feet in strips. “Not a virgin” the man observed as
he checked Ben's prostate. “Two more things and you're done” the man said.

Ben panicked and shouted as he was first held down then strapped down. “Your
Master prefers a certain aesthetic quality to his male slaves” the man said
absently. A small plastic device was brought over. The man rolled Ben's
foreskin back and fed his penis through the device. A tube was placed around
the head of Ben's cock and the skin was rolled forward.

Ben screamed and threatened. The scalpel burned and cut. The wound cauterising
instantly. Whimpering the scent of burning flesh filled his nostrils. “There,
all done” the man said removing the guide with Ben's foreskin still clinging
around it.

Ben continued to focus on the pain, mewling. Pulling, wanting to curl into a
ball. The straps holding him still, adding to the lost vulnerability he was
feeling.

Five rings were brought out. One each for Ben's wrists and ankles and one for
his neck. All had an eyelet welded on to the outer side of the ring. When the
rings pressed shut a guard brought out a torch. Still focused on the pain from
his cock. Ben didn't notice as each ring was welded closed. How he didn't get
burned, he also didn't notice.

In a state of shock Ben was pulled from the chair and marched outside. Taken to
a van he was usurer to sit inside. The guard aligned the eyelet of Ben's collar
to a bar on the van's wall. A click sounded and when the guard let go the
collar was fixed to the wall.

Over time another four more were brought into the the van. Like himself all had
been shave and hair colour was now indistinguishable. The youngest. Ben judged
him the youngest because he was physically the smallest. He didn't want to
think how old he actually was. And two girls in their mid to late teens. The
door was slammed and they were off again.

In a blur of disjointed noise and indeterminate time. Arriving at what looked
like a massive house. It was at least three floors high and had a marbled dome
on the front. Ben and the group were ushered into a basement dormitory.

The entrance and another door were at one end of the long room. An open shower
area at the far end. The floor was tiled with two raised platforms either side,
running most of the length of the room. A blue plastic mattress was on top of
each platform.

The boy from the van was shown a spot near the entrance. “Tu spać“ the guard
who showed then through the house ordered, the whimpering boy. The Girls were
given a spot about half way up the sleeping bench on the opposite side of the
room.

Ben was shown a spot far from the entrance, near the open shower area. “You,
Sleep, Here” the man spat, again English wasn't his primary language.

They were then taken to the shower area. On the back and sides walls of the
shower area. Narrow bullet shaped shower heads, attached by a snaking metal
hose pipe. Below each one was a wide open drain.

All four were shown how to shower. From the industrial sized liquidate
dispensers, colour coded. Soaped down then rinsed off. Cream from another was
applied to their bodies and it tingled. The remaining stubble of Ben's pubic
hair dissolved away as the cream was rinsed off. Then the guard grabbed the
oldest girl. She willingly submitted as her hands were guided to the wall and
her legs spread. The shower head was removed from the wall and inserted.

Ben now understood why the drains were large and had channels about them. The
Girl stood over one of the drains. Similar to a squat toilet. Releasing the
brown water into it. They were then all made to do the intimate cleaning
process themselves. Finally they dried, and more cream was applied from another
dispenser.

“Two, day” the guard barked at Ben after the process was complete. He also
barked orders to the others as well.

Separated, Ben was shown into a study and left. He was given a barked order to
stand in front of the desk, like a school boy waiting for the headmaster. 'Now'
Ben mind suddenly screamed at him. Darting round the desk he moved the mouse.

Mentally cheering as the screensaver disappeared, showing the desktop. Using a
secure server of his own, he sent a message to the only logical hope he had.
Shutting down the private browsing session. Ben returned to his original
location, heart hammering.

The Woman that came in chilled Ben to the core. She was in her sixties with
silver shoulder length hair. Giving a soft smile that a cat would wear, when it
had a mouse cornered. In grey skirt and jacket, white blouse and pearl
jewellery. She had an outward appearance, of refined elegance.

“You are to be taught French, so this will be the last time you are spoken to
in English” She warned. She also didn't introduce herself but stated, “Unless
directed otherwise. Your Master is, Maître. All men are Monsieur, women who are
ever twenty five are addressed as Madame and under Mademoiselle”

Sitting down the Madam placed on a pair of half glasses and pulled up some
information on the computer. Ben's heart froze not sure if the screensaver had
returned or he had done something else to be noticed.

“Property of Merovingian” Madam mused and Ben had a hard time holding his
tongue. “You are to be renamed Ariel. What is your name?”

“Ariel” Ben replied and the woman's smile became cruel.

“Ariel, Madam” Ben corrected. Although she praised him Ben knew he would suffer
something because of it.

“You are feral and Intelligent” she said pinning Ben with a suspicious stare.
“Intelligence can be dangerous in the beginning and useful at the end” she
informed.

“To be trained as a Personal Valet” the Madam listed more, Sensuality, Personal
Services, bondage, discipline, Aversion, Asphyxiophilia, Algolagnia,
Coprophilia, Masochism, Salirophilia, Urolagnia.

Ben didn't know most of the words the Madam was uttering but recognised she was
trying to frighten him. Stopping, “you wear Spectacles” she demanded.

“Yes, Madam” Ben replied, and she looked truly annoyed for the first time.
Pressing a button on the desk phone. Someone came in, dressed in the livery of
the staff.

Ben had seen four classes of people. Those like the Madam in high end norm
clothing. The liveried staff all wore black trousers, short dark blue tailed
jackets and white tie. The male slaves wore off white poet shirts and tight
three quarter length tan birches. The female slaves wore a bodice and knee
length tan skirt. Of the students like himself, that Ben had seen. They were
kept nude at all times. And the guards that brought him here, dressed in black
casual combat gear.

The Madam and footman, after having spoken to each other, without Ben
understanding. He was ushered out by the footman. “Suivez-moi” the footman
snapped. Taking a step forward without Ben following. The Footman tuned and
quicker than Ben could dodge he had his ear seized and he was pulled behind the
footman. Again the footman repeated the command and let go. This time Ben
followed in his wake. Helped by the shove from the carrot shaped guard behind
him.

Coming to a pool. It wasn't particularly large, able to do a length in a few
easy strokes. Windows lined the room on three sides. On the far side, along the
length of the pool room. A series of archways. Lead through the the first arch.
In the centre of the room. A wedge shaped slope had been cut out of the floor.
Lined with tiles is was quite deep at the far end.

Two men and one woman came up to Ben and the footman. All in dry suits. The men
took over the Footman's duty in ushering Ben into the room.

Ben refused to move and he was shoved by the men behind. Struggling he was
pulled down the gentle slope and forced to lie down. One by one the eyelets of
the restraints were pressed into holes on the sloped floor. Each gave a
mechanical click as it was locked in place. Absently Ben noted the three people
were all speaking French.

They laughed as they went up the slope. The woman moved to sit at the far end
with her legs dangling over the deep end. Ben looked and pleaded with her. As
he had feared the recess started to fill. First it reached then covered his
feet. Slowly climbing up his legs. Then crotch, stinging the burned skin of his
circumcision. Getting frantic Ben begged to be released but the three continued
to chat away in French.

Ben had no fear of water until he had seen the exhibits at Merovingian's party.
Now even as the logical part of his mind told him, no one would go to these
lengths to enslave him, to just let him drown. He still panicked as the water
reached his neck. Soon the water flooded up his nose and his lungs were
burning. A gasp and the world went black.

Coming to. Ben hacked the water out of his lungs. Someone thumped him on the
back. More hacking and laughing made it's way into his consciousness. “À
demain” the woman called as a footman came. Using a small cylinder Ben's wrist
cuffs were secured together, behind his back.

Hands bound, naked and barefoot. Ben was lead outside. The back of the school
was wide open fields with out buildings in the far distance. Approaching an
elevated hillock, at it's peak two vertical posts about two meters apart.

At the base of the hillock there was a hitching rail. A horizontal cross bar
about two meters off the ground. There were already two people there, both
female, one very young. A wire went from their collars to the cross bar and
were just short enough to pull both off their heels.

Ben looked around seeing if he could make a run. Two guards had appeared behind
them. They were close enough for Ben to see but not make out properly. The
Alsations at their side started barking and snarling, pulling at their leashes.
He couldn't see the guard's faces and didn't want to.

The footman pulled a cylinder from the cross bar and attached it to Ben's
collar. Suddenly the wire attaching his collar to the rail, pulled taut and
kept pulling until Ben had to rock on to the balls of his feet. Secured, the
Footman looked over his handy work and walked off.

With no one around. “Hello” Ben called softly to the two girls. Both girls were
like himself shaved and naked.

The younger girl screwed her eyes shut refusing to acknowledge Ben had said
anything at all. The older girl, about the same age as Ben's 22 caught his eye.
Just for a moment the dullness in her hazel eyes dispersed, looked to the cross
bar and then the dullness returned.

Taking the gesture as a warning Ben remained quiet. Looking at the bar they
were attached to Ben forced his mind to work. Using the skills he had
developed, helping in special projects. Ben analysed the hitching rail. 'Micro
motors', 'power supply', 'No obvious control for the locks', 'Bluetooth?,
RFID?, ???' Ben listed internally before speculating 'CCTV', 'Microphone',
'Something to monitor'

Feeling the cylinder keeping his wrist cuffs together.  '3-4 cm long',
'Diameter 2-2.5 cm', 'virtually seamless', 'only holes are for the cuff eyelets
to clamp in to, at each end', 'No lock or control, again'

Another person was added beside Ben. A male perhaps a little older. He was
covered in black tattoos. From his scalp to his toes. It looked like intricate
filigree. The ink stood stark and fresh against the angry skin beneath. Even
the whites of his eyes were black. Making the light blue even more prominent.

Just before the sun set. What looked like the entire school appeared. The dull
eyed, naked students. The dressed school slaves, liveried staff and almost
normal looking instructors. Then Ben berated himself, it couldn't be all. The
three from the pool weren't here for a start. Nor could all the servants be
here.

Ben was going to learn what would become a daily occurrence to him. Most of the
time he would be in the crowed amongst the naked students. But some times, like
now he would be in the line up.  

In the order they arrived, starting with the older girl finishing with the
tattooed boy. They were lead to the top oh the hillock where they were secured
between the posts. There was no imagination or creativity in the punishment. It
was meant to be known and feared.

There were three on the hillock, along with bound student. The Madam stood in
front of the student, a footman stood beside one of the pillars and a guard
holding a whip behind the student.

The footman beside the pillar spoke, the Madam responded. The cycle repeated
twice more before the footman and the Madam stood back. The guard with the whip
started. There was no teasing like the spanking some of Ben's partners did, no
slow build to stretch out the experience. In even efficient and continuous
strokes the whip came down. From the first lash screams started.

He couldn't help it. Ben counted each crack. At twenty there was a pause.
Hoping it was over, Ben looked up in time to see the whip bearer come round the
front of the girl. After twenty lashes which Ben couldn't watch the girl was
brought back to the hitching rail. This time her cuffs were attached and she
hung limply by her wrists. Her body covered in crossing diagonal slashes of red
welts. Tremors wracked her body as she sobbed.

Any hope of mercy for the young girl died with the Madam's judgement. Ben could
understand this time as the charges were laid out in English.

“Resisting a command” the footman beside the post said.

“Ten lashes” Was the unsympathetic judgement of the Madam.

“Speaking without permission” the footman said.

“Six lashes” the madam decreed.

“Speaking without respect to a superior” the man said and another six was
added.

“Failing to adequately fulfil an order” was the man's final charge and ten was
added.

The girl blacked out after two lashes. The Whip bearer looked to the Madam and
after a moment's thought she nodded. The whipping continued to the unconscious
from.

Ben struggled and it took two guards to drag him up to the whipping posts.
Wires were attached to his wrist and ankle cuffs. They then retracted and Ben
was left strung between the two posts, spread eagle.

They took a while to go through his charges, all done in French. All Ben knew
was “dix” was ten and there were a few of them. It took about six cycles before
his charges were brought to an end. The first lash he heard. There was a moment
of delay then the pain arrived, burning blinding he didn't even hear his own
scream because the stripe of cutting pain was all he could perceive.

More and more, strokes after stroke, rained down on his back, arse an legs
until he blacked out. Coming to, he was still in blinding pain. He was dangling
from the hitching rail by his wrists and screams were filling the air. The
tattooed boy was not beside him. The hope he had received his full punishment
ended as the tattooed boy blacked out.

Ben was brought back to the whipping posts. “NO” Ben whined as he was dragged
and strung up. The whip bearer stood in front of him and he saw the long whip
fly, the crack then the pain. Closing his eyes, screaming and crying. His legs,
stomach and chest. The location changed after each stroke. A lash landed across
his crotch and thighs. Letting out a sob as he tried to curl into a ball. The
wires attached to his cuffs kept him spread eagle. Blessed darkness.

A splash brought Ben to awareness again. He was back on the hitching rail and
the tattooed boy had been returned to the whipping post. Ben and the tattooed
boy continued to alternate until both had consciously received their full
punishment.

Every student was walked past the hitching rail. All were made to look at the
punished students. Ben noticed none of it. Nothing occurred to him until
someone released his wrists from the rail. 'over' his mind begged and so did
his voice if the laugh from the footman was anything to go by.

Ben was dragged. Inside they went down to the basement dormitory and it was
busy. Thrown onto his spot on the raised platform. Ben was left there by the
footman. A gentle touch to the sole of his foot had Ben scrambling away as fast
as possible. Skin screaming in agony, overlapping lines if stinging, cutting
pain.

Cowering against the wall he looked up to see the older girl from the
punishment with the younger beside her, crying and hiding her face against the
older girl. From just below their neck to just above their knees there were
stripes of angry red welts. Mutely the older looked to Ben then the shower at
the end. Where all the other students were getting cleaned up.

Taking the young girl, the older left Ben and headed for the shower. Watching,
an order from the morning surfaced. Looking to his other side. Not to far away
was the tattooed boy. Like himself he was cowering against the wall. His welts
almost indistinguishable from the tattoos. Ben moved closer and he shrunk into
himself more. Trying to convey without speaking Ben looked from the tattooed
boy to the showers. A growing clamour from the shower forced Ben to move.

Skin so tender it burned just as it moved over muscles. Ben made it to the
shower. His torso had stripes going across and wrapping around. He couldn't
touch his skin, it was an interlaced network a red pain. Even the water beating
down was to much and he started crying. He didn't understand, the pain didn't
match with the physical damage. He had been sure there would be open wounds but
from the welts on his torso there had not been a single bit of blood spilled.

Rinsing himself as best as he could. Ben moved to the final part of his shower.
Standing over the wide drain he tried to clean himself out as they had been
show in the morning. His skin was on fire and he couldn't get into position to
insert the shower head.

A slight noise made Ben look beside him, It was the two girls. The older held
out her hand and indicated the wall. Handing over the shower head Ben turned
around, spreading his legs. The sting of penetration preceded the warm water
making its way into his bowels.

Pulling the shower out the girl handed it to Ben then took up the position. Buy
the time Ben had returned the favour his entire mid section was protesting the
water. Stepping over the drain he released the water. When all three produced
nothing but clear water did they have a final rinse and returned to their
pallet.

A young guard, cropped blond with green eyes came along the central aisle.
Everyone had an ankle secured to the pallet. Lying feet towards the aisle and
heads near the wall. Ben looked to the slave beside him. Rather attractive but
dull eyed and unlike others the experience didn't seem to faze him, like he was
accustomed to it.

Then came a footman and two dressed school slaves. Each student was given two
small cups. One of a yellow liquid and one of a thin grey mush. Ben could
barely swallow them due to the taste but he was hungry and thirsty.

As Ben ate the mush he could see the older Girl. Her spot was almost directly
opposite him across the aisle. All the girls were on the other side of the
room. Closer to the entrance on the girls side. Ben could see the younger girl
hungrily eating as well. For the first time he noticed a white band around her
arm. She was not the only one. All the younger ones near the entrance had them
as did a few of the older people.

The slaves returned to collect the plastic cups. Also taking away the small
towels. The moment they were out of the door a buzzer sounded and the lights
went off. At first Ben thought it was dark but as his eyes adjusted there was
low level of red light coming from the perimeter of the room. Two guards
patrolled constantly walking up and down the central path, going from the
entrance to the showers and back again.

Resting fitfully Ben was roused by a young American and an older South African
voice. “So I can, anyone” the American voice asked.

Ben was sleeping partially on his right side and stomach. His right leg secured
to the platform. Left leg pulled up in front of him, prevented him from fully
rolling onto his stomach. The position pressing on the fewest welts.

“So anyone” the American said again with hopeful glee.

The South African laughed softly. “These ones, if you put your cock in. You
will be one of them before you can pull it out. Clean shaven to boot” the South
African warned. There was something about the way the guard used the term
'Clean Shaven' that made Ben think he wasn't referring to hair.

A soft beep sounded along with a whimper. “This is a good one. Inexperienced,
only one dick then sold” the South African said.

Across from Ben there was another beep but no whimper. “Good! Almost worthless.
Part of a job lot of 10. This one comes from cheep brothel. You could do what
ever you wanted. Most they would do is dock you the cost. One tenth of €15,000
plus the cost for the time she has been here.” The South African said.

“What about...” the American trailed off. Ben's heart hammered. Dread filling
him at the sudden silence.

Pain. Screaming. Ben tried to pull away from the crushing grip round his
testicles. The two men laughed as Ben was released. He continued to try and
press against the wall but his right ankle was held firm in the restraint.
Breathing harshly and fast, Ben tried to escape. Panic gripping him.

The bigger silhouette of a man, wiped a tear away as he brought his laughter
under control. “Love doing that” he said identifying himself as the South
African.

Seizing Ben's toe the South African waved a had held computer over the sole of
his foot. “He has an owner. Just here for training. You have to be careful, NO
injuries, NO permanent mark” the South African informed. “Bugger. It says he is
to be spoken to in French, fuck it, I don't know French”

“Watch this” the South African said. Ben tried to stop him but the burly fist
closed around his balls again and pulled. Ben had to slide down, nearer to the
edge. “Stay” the South African growled.

Taking Ben's flaccid penis in his rough fingers the South African looked to the
American. “Circumcised yesterday. Still very sensitive” The South African said
scraping his rough palm over the sensitive gland.

Ben lashed out and got a back hand. “More pretty welts tomorrow along with the
pig who doesn’t think he needs to shower”

“I wanna try the other thing” the American asked.

Getting a slap, that sent Ben sprawling to the surface. “As you were” the South
African ordered.

When Ben didn't comply “Even more welts tomorrow. A few now” The South African
added. Unlatched short stiff crop from his belt. Aiming between Ben's legs the
South African swung.

Covering his crotch just in time, the crop landed across Ben's knuckles.
Pulling back his hands at the pain the immediate next shot landed its crippling
blow and Ben screamed. Everyone in the room flinched indicating they were awake
but no one looked up.

Pressing Ben's head to the plastic mattress the South African leaned close.
“Return to the position you were in when we arrived” the South African ordered.

“Yes, Sir” Ben responded and got a lash across the back.

“Just because I can't speak French. Doesn't mean I won't punish you when you
don't.” The guard growled.

“Oui Monsieur” Ben said and the South African let him go.

Retuning to the lying position. Partly on his side with his leg bent and out in
front of him. Exposing his hanging balls from the back. Ben waited. He could
hear the two men, then it came. He didn't scream at first as his balls were
caught. Then the pressure came and he did.

“Not as good” the American complained.

“You have to get them by surprise” the South African shot back. A burly hand
landed on Ben's arse with a resonating slap and he whimpered.

The two men with there fun over return the way they came. Ben pulled himself
into a ball to wallow in his pain and misery. His mind begging 'Want to go
home' as he cried.

***** Aurora School of Excellence: 02/08 It gets worse *****
Chapter Summary
     The first few days in Q's new school.
The morning came and sudden harsh light illuminated the room. Given another cup
of mush and the orange liquid then Ben washed as he had done the night before.
His skin feeling like tissue paper ready to split. The final moisturiser cream
helping.

Heading out of the dormitory someone slapped him on the arse. He did not
recognise the leering face but the rough hand was all to familiar. The man was
muscled, round faced, had a shaved head and grizzled jaw. The South African's
cold blue eyes bore into Ben's as the guard pursed his lips and gave a wink.

Separated from the group. Ben recognised where he was going. With only a
footman in front of him Ben turned and started to run. Before he could take a
step, a guard appeared as if from nowhere. The fight was short. Now with his
hands secured behind him.The guard grabbed his collar and forced his head down
as his restrained arm were pulled up. Ben was then marched to the pool again,
shouting and swearing all the way.

With the guard's help he was again secured to the slope and the water slowly
crept up his body. Begging resulted in laughter and mocking imitations. Again
Ben woke to the water being forced from his lungs. Still trembling, the guard
secured his hands behind his back and he was taken away.

Shown into an examination room. Ben was made to sit on the cold metal bed.
Unlike the physical this examination focused on his eyes. Unable to understand
either of the two men, they weren't speaking any language Ben recognised. After
the older man, dressed in expensive three piece suit nodded and filled out some
notes. Ben was lead away.

Lead into a long room. Five, ¾ size beds lined each wall. Each bed had a
dressed, male school slave, waiting at the foot. A blond woman sat at the desk
at the far end. “Ariel” the guard informed. Looking up she studied the presence
of a guard rather than a footman then indicated a bed to Ben's left.

The guard stood Ben beside the Slave and muttered something to the instructor.
Getting a reply he left. Ben's trembling from the pool had not stopped and he
felt like there was water surrounding him, rushing up his nose. He couldn't
understand the reason for the pool sessions. They were frightening and he just
wanted a to be able to stop this shaking.

Forcing his mind to work. This room was a perverted classroom of some
description that was clear.

Subtly studying the dressed slaves without moving his head. Ben could only see
the five on the other side of the room from him. Remembering the features of
the slave beside him, the only one he got a clear look at. He was older, late
40s - early 50s. He had the deep skin tone of the Mediterranean region. He had
deep black eyes and his hair had lost its blackness now an elegant silver. Deep
creases, lined his mouth and eyes as if he used to smile a lot. He was broad in
the shoulder and half a head taller than himself. Even at his age he was a
looker. Put him in a light grey suit and he would still draw the eye of most
people.

From what Ben could make out, the slave beside him was not atypical. All were
handsome but past their prime. 'Gigolos, now teaching aids' Ben mused to
himself. Ben's heart sank with the realisation. He didn't want to learn
anything here.

Being the first to arrive meant Ben had to wait the longest. The trembling in
his body had stopped by the time two boys and two girls came in as a group. No
one should be here especially these white arm band wearing youngsters. Absently
Falkirk noticed the welts decorating one of the girls.

Like the dormitory. The males were on one side of the room as the females were
on the other. The final five arrived in singles. The only other one
recognisable was Tattoos. His welts almost indistinguishable from the ink and
already angry skin beneath

The instructor stood up from her desk and cracked a long narrow crop across the
wood. To Ben she was an indistinct brown haired blob from the distance. Her
tone was hash and guttural and ended in a barked order.

Ben's partner spoke softly in French and Ben understood none of it. “I don't
understand” he whispered but got no reply. A few strings of English made it's
way from the young girl Ben knew but couldn't make out the words.

Subtly looking around he saw the students guiding their partners to lay on the
beds. With nothing better to go on he followed suit. The Partner followed Ben's
guidance, to lie down. The young ones seemed to be panicking with their
partners. The older ones were slowly stripping their partner so Ben did that as
well.

Sitting on the side of the bed. Ben started with the poet shirt. Ben loosened
the laces at the collar. Sliding his hands down his partner's torso to grasp
the hem. As Ben slid the shirt up, his partner lifted his torso to allow it to
be removed. Ben drank in the sight of the tanned chest and stomach. The man
clearly worked to keep his fitness up.

Confirming his peers were doing the same. Ben unlaced the tan britches. The
partner lifted his hips allowing Ben to slide the tight garment off. The
revealed legs were muscled, evenly tanned and looked powerful. His cock, uncut,
not long or thick in it's flaccid state. Only Ben's experience told him it
would grow quite big once erect. Both at the base of the shaft and low hanging
testicles were barren of any hair, just like himself.

Ben was gay, he knew it from a young age. He may have not known the name or the
definition but he always felt different. And it wasn't just what was happening
in his home life. Not once did he doubt, question or curse his orientation. The
only challenge in his orientation was how other people reacted to him,
particularly those he had though of as friends.

For the first time Ben hated being gay. In this horrific situation, which he
still hoped he could get out off. Hopefully with a certain Double Oh applying
his typical talent for absolute destruction. Ben hardened at the sight before
him. Then came an uncomfortable tightness along with pain as his fresh
circumcision scar stretched.

Catching a brief flash of sympathy from his partner, before his eyes flashed to
another bed. Ben subtly looked to the indicated bed. The girl moving her hands
over her partner. Giving the barest twitches of a cheek muscle in thanks. Ben
copied the girl.

Concentrating on the mechanics. Ben ran his hands gently over the muscled chest
and abdomen. The partner gave a twitched smile in response. Encouraged, Ben
continued. A brief flash of concern crossed his partner's face before it became
blank. Not noticing the warning, the moment Ben brushed his partner's cock a
crack sounded and his back was on fire.

Looking in the direction of the irate French voice. The only word Ben managed
to catch was “non” and something that sounded like stupid. Covering his face
and hunkering down, more blows came sending strips of pain across his back. Ben
resolved not to cry or scream. Only able to hold in the scream.

The instructor was shouting at him again and Ben slowly lifted his face out of
his hands. The tip of the crop was just in front of Ben's eyes. It was then
directed to the Partner's crotch “non” she said.

”Oui Madam” Ben said hesitantly.

The Instructor barked something. Hoping it was something along the lines of
carry on. Ben repeated the affirmative and hesitantly started caressing his
partner again.

After a few moments “très bien” came a mocking tone.

“mercy” Ben hesitantly said.

“stupide” the instructor muttered and walked down the line.

After a few minutes Ben looked to the beds either side of him. The younger boy,
closer to the instructor's desk looked panicked. The person closer to the door
looked more confidant, his partner at half mast.

Hoping the aim of the exercise was to get their partner erect without touching
the penis. Ben was able to focus his efforts. Firstly he looked at his
partner's face as he moved his hands about. A barely perceived flinch passed
the Partner's face as Ben ran his fingers along the side of his torso.

Ben gave a small sad smile and the Partner's dread grew. With the acceptance of
a doomed man the Partner caught his lip between his teeth. Ben ran his finger
over the rib, high up on the side of his Partner.

The Partner's eyes squinted revealing the wrinkles that made him no longer
desirable to the aesthetic focused customer base that lead him to becoming a
teaching aid.

Using the other hand Ben started looking for other weak spots on his Partner.
Finding one on the inside leg. Ben was careful to avoid the obvious erogenous
zone. With an inward hiss of air the Partner started to grow hard.

As Ben expected the Partner was a grower not a shower. He was about eight
inches at full mast, thick and heavy. The foreskin pulled tight around the
swollen head, revealing only the tip of the gland and urethra beneath.

“très bien” a voice said behind Ben, this time without the mocking tone.

“Mercy Madam” Ben responded bowing his head.

“Merci Madam” the instructor corrected. Ben repeated the statement unable to
keep the fear from his voice. And kept his eyes down cast.

When his head was touched. Ben flinched before realising he was being petted.
He hated how the small kindness gave him a sense of relief. And how grateful he
was that, it wasn't more pain.

As the instructor pulled back she made a soft 'tss' sound. Looking up she was a
few paces away. “suivre” she instructed and beckoned with a gesture.

Getting off the bed. Ben was lead to the bed closest to the instructor's desk.
A boy less than half the size of his adult partner was almost frantic. He knew
what he needed to do but not how. The boy in the bed beside was in no better
condition. “attente” the instructor commanded. She returned with the two girls.

Using the crop she got the boy off the bed and had him stand beside the girls
and other boy. Ben knew what was coming and even though he didn't understand
the words he did what he though the instructor wanted.

Using over exaggerated gesture. Ben found the spots on this ex-gigolo. This one
looked like he was of Nordic heritage. White blond hair turning a dirty grey,
ice blue eyes, tall and lean. Like Ben's Partner he was over his prime.
Wrinkles and slightly sagging skin no longer appealing to those who wanted
youth and vitality. Even though he was still handsome.

This one liked teasing touches. Particularly between the navel and cock. Where
a happy trail would have been if he had pubic hair. Like his own Partner, a
hiss sounded before he grew hard. Unlike Ben's Partner this one didn't grow he
just hardened.

The instructor indicating the next bed. Ben moved. He did the same show. He
looked at the man's face as he ran exploratory caresses everywhere. For this
one it was the inner thighs that was his weakness.

Ben was then instructed to do the same on the two men on the girls side. Both
of the male partners succumbed to Ben's fingers. The look of hungry pride on
the instructor's brown eyes chilled and invigorated him. “Merci Madam” Ben said
maniacally. He got another pat on his bowed head as reward.

After the class ended they were lead out back. Already there was a male about
Ben's age at the hitching rail. He knew he tried to run and resisted at the
pool but Ben hoped his conduct in the class room would be overlooked. It
wasn't, four charges were laid before him and he got another forty lashes for
it. The four children from the class also got lashes for failing to comply with
an order and failing to complete a task adequately. This Ben understood only by
the one girl who was spoken to in English. Who like himself and Tattoos was
punished two days in a row. Tattoos for not washing the night before.

After showering and eating Ben lay down falling asleep almost instantly.
Waking, still in the dark. Ben could hear grunting and rhythmic banging. Then
came a moan of an orgasm and a zip being done up. Subtly Ben pull himself into
a ball.

“To quick for you” came the South African's chuckle from the far end of the
room.

An annoyed grunt sounded just behind Ben. Resigned and hoping to get the pain
and humiliation over with Ben returned to the position half on his side. It
exposed his arse and hanging balls to the American guard. A hand clamped onto
his balls again and he squealed with the pain.

“Still boring when it expects it” the American complained.

“Don't get bloody distracted then” the South African shot. Ben could hear the
American walking away.

It wasn't long before heavier footfalls came towards him. Ben remained in his
exposed position, expecting another hand to crush his balls. A slight creaking
sounded as the guard sat on the platform of the communal bed.

Gently the rough hand was placed on the round of his arse. “You're going to be
a right slut. I can always tell” Came the South African voice.

The hand pulled back and returned to Ben with one finger wet. It slid between
the cheeks and over the puckered entrance. “I'm going to enjoy you” the guard
purred and slid the finger in.

Ben wanted it to be over but he knew it wouldn't be, for a while at least. He
didn't want any more lashes and in the moment getting fingered was a price he
was willing to pay. The guard seemed content to sit there and play with the
tight ring of muscle. So Ben did something he had not done in a long time. He
closed his eyes tight. Pretending to be anywhere but here.

With spit as lube the experienced muscles slowly relaxed. Then something bigger
than a finger, cold and hard was pressed to Ben's opening. The only thing Ben
could think of was the pommel from the guard's stun baton. Letting out a
whimper Ben cringed but didn't try to pull away.

“Let me play and when I'm finished you can sleep” the guard commanded and he
slowly edged the rounded end of the baton into Ben. “If you're a good boy, I
may stop the brat from tormenting you”

Hating himself but wanting some peace. Ben rolled more onto his stomach and
angled his hips up. The position allowed the guard easier access to his arse
and Ben spread his legs as best he could in the position. “Always know a slut
when I see one” the guard mused.

Ben whimpered as the pommel pulled the muscle tight. The muscle finally gave
and the thing was inside him. The ring of muscle closing about it.

The guard chuckled and gave a few tugs on the baton. “You're going to have to
give it back” the guard teased.

Without proper lubrication it was quite sore as the guard steadily applied more
pressure. With a stinging stretch, the muscle started to give up the thing in
his arse. Eventually with more pain Ben was able to push it out. With a final
pat to his arse the guard stood and left.

'Want to go home' Ben begged internally until he lost consciousness. Crying
silently, cursing Fairbanks, M and James for not coming. Also praying James did
care and would hurry. He didn't know how much longer he could last.

--

The next day after the humiliating shower with the other students. Separated
Ben was lead out before he was given the morning gruel and vitamin drink.
Expecting to be lead to the pool, they turned to head out side. Ben's concern
grew. He was learning surprises were worse than what he expected, in this
place.

Outside a small van waited. It was little more than an estate type car with
solid sides instead of windows. Two men were waiting by it. The first a dark
haired man, slightly younger than the blond beside him. Inside the open boot,
two cage doors separated the cargo area into two compartments.

There was already a woman inside one of the compartments. Shaved head with
blond stubble. She sat with her head down and arms wrapped around her knees.
Her face hidden from view.

The other wire fronted compartment was opened and Ben was shoved inside.
Sitting with his back to the driver. Ben pulled his knees up to his chest much
as the girl did. The wire mesh of the cage pressed uncomfortably onto his
welts. The door of the cage was shut, then so was the boot.

The two men got in and the van pulled away. For hours they drove. When the
style of driving changed, Ben noticed. The constant stop start, breaking though
to him. Looking over his shoulder Ben could see out the front, they were in a
town or City. Pedestrians crossing in front of the car.

Seeing Ben looking, the older blond man suddenly shouted as loud as he could,
then laughed. The oblivious pedestrians passing in front of the car didn't even
look up.

Turning back Ben placed his forehead on his knees. It had been an affective
demonstration that the car was sound proofed. It also told him he was being to
obvious, they were watching him and noticed when he spotted an opportunity.

The light from the windscreen disappeared and Ben felt his stomach lift as the
van went down a steep ramp. Parking, the two men got out. Opening the boot the
older took the woman. The younger grabbed Ben's collar and hauled him out. Like
the girl, Ben's hands were attached to his collar along with a leash.

Hope that the spectacle of two nude people being lead around like dogs would
attract suspicion ended. At the end of the underground car park a tall Nordic
looking man(tall, lean, white blond, rimless glasses, fashionable close cut
suit) stepped out of a lift. He was dressed in a high end suit and carried a
heavy brief case. He looked at the four of them and then carried on his way, as
if the sight wasn't unusual.

The older escort slid a key into the lift call panel. A moment later a ping
sounded and the doors opened. Again the man needed to put the key in to select
a floor. The doors opened onto a waiting room with a desk at the far end.

Looking about, it was no wonder the man they passed didn't bat an eye at them.
A few were like himself and the woman, naked and escorted. Others were dressed
but had collars clearly visible. Ben felt a harsh tug on his leash as he looked
at a woman.

She was black, unusually tall(6' 5”) and her naked body looked wrong. She
looked like an alien, her ribcage was small and high, very thin, without
breasts, no nipples. 'it could be a castrated man' Ben's mind supplied. It was
hard to tell and frightening. While her appearance was unique she was not the
only one with modifications. Ben's mind swam, then a naked slave was lead
passed, skin a reptilian green on his back and a pale yellow on the front, with
his penis split up the middle.

Numbly and without notice Ben was shown into an examination room. His mind
swimming with the horrors and where he was. His minder at his side propping him
up. Coming to, Ben could feel a hand stroking the length of his back. Looking
up there was a hint of sympathy before the blue eyes of the minder went hard
again.

An old wiry haired doctor came in. Placing half moon glasses on he inspected
Ben's penis then said something to his minder. Then came in a younger doctor.
Bringing a needle to Ben. The minder needed to hold him down as he struggled.
After the injection the doctor packed away the syringe and left.

Ben was scared. He had been given something, in a nightmare of a plastic sugary
office. He could already feel the disjointed sensation of an anaesthetic. He
feared what he would wake up to. The minder lay him down and Ben could feel his
hands being released from the leash. Attempting to move them resulted in
nothing. Then the leash itself was removed.

Waking up, Ben couldn't open his eyes. The left had something covering it, soft
and covering the socket. Feeling tape on his cheek and forehead holding it in
place. The other eye he could feel a single piece of tape keeping the lid
closed. Moving his arms they were stopped by the cuffs secured to the hard bed.
His feet were the same. The cuffs didn't even have the slight movement he had
when asleep.

Something touched his lips and Ben accepted the straw. The water was cool and
fresh. It moistened his parched mouth and throat.

Gently the tape was removed from Ben's right eye and the stark light burned. He
was alone in a small room with his minder. After the minder gave him as much
water as he could drink he returned to a chair by the door.

A while later a doctor came in. Ben recognised him from the examination at the
school. Lifting the bandage over Ben's left eye. After he examined it he gave
instructions to the minder. Replacing the bandage and tape he handed the minder
a form and left.

Firstly the minder replaced the leash then the cuffs were secured behind his
back. A tug got Ben up onto shaky legs and he was lead through a warren of
corridors. Eventually they came out behind the reception desk. It was now
almost completely deserted. Only a receptionist reading a magazine was there.
The minder said something in passing and she responded.

Coming out into the car park again. There were only a few cars remaining. After
being put into the cage in the back of the van the minder drove off. This time
Ben's hands were kept secured for the journey. Any curiosity about the other
minder or the woman Ben suppressed. From what he could tell he wasn't purposely
deformed and he was grateful.

After a short drive the minder stopped and got out. Ben could see the minder
disappear into the darkness. Firstly Ben lay on his back and tried to force the
cage door open, without success. Then he tried to bash the barrier between the
cages. Trying to get into the unlocked neighbouring one. Again the metal frame
with wire mesh held fast. Getting desperate he tried the side into the driver's
compartment. “No” Ben mewled, desperately as it held as well. Breathing deeply,
despair and fear taking hold.

The remote locks clicking gave Ben enough time to return to his relaxed
position before the door opened. The minder's blue eyes immediately went to Ben
with a suspicious edge to them. Lowering his head Ben refused to look at the
man.

The Minder drove for several minutes before parking again. Reaching to the
passenger seat a rustling came then the van filled with the smell of hot food.
Ben's stomach groaned with the smell. The minder chuckled and pulled a French
fry from the bag. Reaching over the seat he held it between the cage's mesh.

Ben looked at the chip then the minder. After days of tasteless mush, and
nothing for the days before that. The simple fast food smelled wonderful but he
didn't trust the man. His stomach groaned again and Ben bowed his head,
refusing to take the offering.

Shrugging the minder withdrew the French fry and ate it himself. A 'tss'
sounded drawing Ben's attention a few minutes later. Another offered French fry
was held between the mesh of the cage. A groan reminded Ben it was now the
night before since had eaten a small serving of non-filling mush.

Hesitantly he leaned over to the back of the cage and grasped the chip in his
lips. Every instinct telling him he was making an error of judgement. The
minder said something as he let go. After days of tasteless gruel and horrible
vitamin drink. The French fry tasted chemically, oily and far too salty.

Another was held and Ben took it as well. After a few more a cup was held up
and the straw was threaded through the mesh. It was Coke but to Ben it was
chemicals and sweetness, no longer the drink that sustained him as a teenager.

Picking something out the bag, the minder exited the van and came to the back.
Opening the boot then the cage door he sat on the rim. Beyond the car, looked
like it was a wood or forest. There were no sounds associated with any form of
civilisation.

Opening a tub Ben recognised porridge when he saw it. The minder sprinkled
something on it then dug in a plastic spoon. Holding out the spoon the minder
waited.  Ben opened his mouth to take the porridge off the spoon. With a
chuckle the minder moved the spoon and Ben flopped forward.

Helping him up, the minder guided the spoon to Ben's lips. Gingerly he opened
his mouth again and the spoon was brought forward. The minder continued to feed
Ben the porridge until it was empty. It was the fullest Ben had felt since
before the start of the Merovingian mission.

After a drink of water from a bottle. The minder gave Ben a smile. Even before
the minder pressed his hand to his aching erection. Ben knew what he wanted, by
that simile alone. There was no doubt in Ben's mind the cock was going inside
him. He could follow the lead of the minder and give him the blowjob he wanted
or he could fight.

With shame coursing through him. Ben shuffling forward and lowered his head
down to the minder's lap. The man unzipped his trousers and pulled out his
already rock hard cock. Nothing special, it was like the dozens he had sucked
before. Around six inches and uncircumcised. A sudden bruising force on the
back of his neck reminding Ben who was in control of the situation. Letting out
a pathetic whimper the minder let up a bit on the hold.

With a shuddering breath Ben wrapped his lips around the stale tasting thing.
Pushing back the foreskin with his lips. The revealed head filling his mouth.
Salty, stale and not recently washed. Ben licked and suckled. He wanted this to
be over with as quickly as possible. A hand pressed to the back of Ben's head
forcing him lower and the cock brushed the back of his throat.

Ben suppressed a gag, controlling his breathing, his teeth and where the cock
touched inside his mouth. The side on angle was not the best for a blowjob. The
cock wanted to touch all the trigger zones. He preferred the 69 position, when
the curve of the cock followed the curve of his mouth. At a push a standard
face on, he could suppress the gag reflex. His teeth scraped the minder.

Ben saw stars, dazed and confused from the punch to the back of his head.
Keeping his cock in Ben's mouth the Minder stood. Clamping Ben's head, the
minder pressed his thumbs either side of his jaw, preventing him from biting
down. The minder then thrust deep and hard. Without the control Ben couldn't
control his gag reflex. The minder didn't care as Ben started to black out.
Before he completely lost consciousness the minder pushed in and groaned. Cum
mixing with the sick. With no out, Ben swallowed it all.

Shoving him back in, the minder slammed the cage door then the boot. Getting
back, the school was shrouded in darkness. Only pools of light streamed from a
couple of semi closed doors. The minder dragged Ben to the dormitory where he
was handed over to the night guard. It must have been the South African's night
off as this one one spoke Italian.

The guard took Ben to his spot. “une douche” Ben mumbled indicating the
showers. He was thrown onto the pallet for his trouble. The guard grabbed the
closest ankle and secured the cuff it in the lock. It was the wrong ankle.

As Ben debated sleeping on his back in a vulnerable position or curling into a
ball, touching the student next to him. A pained mewl sounded further down the
line. A boy from the sounds of it. Then came a scream and frantic scrambling.
Relief. In that moment Ben was thankful someone else was tonight's favoured
victim.

***** Aurora School of Excellence: 03/08 Holding Out For A Hero *****
Chapter Summary
     Q' message gets through
Chapter Notes
     A bit of pseudo Medical science in this one. The device is a
     fictional cross between a sounding chastity device and a penis
     stretcher.
Waking up, Ben needed help as the night guard had not removed the link between
his wrist cuffs and his collar. The older girl from the whipping post came to
his aid again. She had a bit of knowing sympathy as she wiped Ben's mouth of
the residue. She scrubbed him down and cleaned him inside and out. She also
helped him eat.

Separated Ben was taken to the school's medical room again. Made to sit on the
end of the examination table Ben's ankle cuffs were secured to the legs. With
his hands still bound and his legs parted. He did not like the vulnerable
position.

The nurse, a hard faced woman in traditional white and a cap, placed a tray on
a small trolley and wheeled it beside the table. Ben's eye fixed on the needled
syringe, already prepared. With the efficiency of a typical nurse doing
hundreds of vaccinations. She grabbed Ben's shrivelled and uninterested cock.
Ben shouted and a guard's hand landed on his shoulder to stop him head butting
her. The needle pierced the skin of his cock and she injected whatever it was.

Almost instantly Ben's cock hardened. The organ swelled, skin becoming
uncomfortably tight. The healing scar drew tight and painful. Ben barely held a
whimper. The nurse inspected his cock and Ben noticed there was a bend to the
left that had not been there before.

The Nurse noticed the bend near the head as well. She spoke gently and clearly
but to no one in particular. Q suspected they were being recorded and she was
explaining her actions as she went. She was clearly unhappy with the
circumcision. Going over to a cabinet the Nurse returned with a contraption of
metal rings and rods.
 
Feeding his cock and balls through a ring, the attached rod lying along the
shaft of Ben's penis. Then she brought another smaller rod with a ring around
it. Ben had seen sounding rods before. He did not like urethral play. Now he
had no say in the matter.

The sounding rod was long and thin with a gland ring. With a bit of lube and
forcing his cock straight. The nurse slid the rod inside Ben's penis. The nurse
ignored Ben as he swore and shouted. The guard pulled him back to pin his
shoulder to the metal bed. He knew he would be at the whipping post this
evening but in the moment he didn't care.

Forcing the head of the swollen penis through the surrounding gland ring the
Nurse let go. All that could be seen of the sounding rod was the gland ring
around the base of the ridge. Ben could feel the uncomfortable piece of metal
going from the ring up the under side of his penis head to disappear into his
urethra. To Ben's dread, there was a small ring at the end and he didn't know
what it was for.

The Nurse wiped away the excess lube and gave the rod a tug. Ben shouted his
fury as his cock was yanked. Satisfied it was in place. The nurse aligned the
rod from the cock ring with the end of the sounding rod. She needed to pull to
connect the two and Ben's scar burned as the skin was stretched. Finally she
stopped touching him and Ben looked down. His cock was pulled straight, in the
sounding device.

The entire thing was a mass of pain. From the internal penetration of the
foreign object, the binding ring at the base of his cock and balls, the ring
round the head of his cock, the skin stretching to breaking point and the ache
of a manhandled erection. The exposed head beyond sensitive from the loss of
it's natural protection.  

Panting and whining, a slap to his leg focused Ben's attention back on the
nurse. She was pulling on a fresh pair of gloves. She had cleared away
everything from her last procedure. The blinds had also been tilted diminishing
the light. More gently than before she peeled the tape from Ben's cheek.

Relief flooded him as the vision cleared in his covered eye. As it adjusted to
the light. Ben noticed everything looked clearer. After inspecting the eye the
nurse covered Ben's other eye. “You may use English” the nurse said speaking
for the first time.

On the wall opposite the nurse hung a chart. Ponting to the third last row
“Read” she commanded.

“C, O, Q, X, K, Y” Ben listed. He was able to read the two lower lines as well.
Ben felt relief that they had just fixed his eyesight.

With the visit to the nurse over with. Ben was lead into a new room. A large
rectangular room with wide windows on the far end. Stocks, wooden horses,
frames, tables and chairs littered the room. Hanging on the walls around the
room was an array of implements, all used for corporal punishment.

A black man with shaved head. Scary, intense, eyes watched as he entered. The
instructor was bare chested displaying an array of scars on his long lean and
well defined body. Including a big nasty one, going diagonally across his
chest, old, ragged and pink.

He took Ben by the collar and fixed his arms and legs to a simple square frame.
With a hands and feet secured to each corner. Ben was open and vulnerable.

The instructor spoke in a soft fluent French indicating he was a native
speaker. He moved about the room picking weapons off the wall. Placing each in
turn on a table in front of him. Ben saw what each one was. The collection
started with the tight thick and short crop the guards all had. Ending with a
multi stand Cat o'nine tails.

Picking up the crop the Instructor spoke as he tapped Ben's stomach with it.
Then he tapped the front, and inner thighs. Moving to his back Ben felt a tap
on the upper part of his back, around his shoulder blades. Then the instructor
tapped his arse and the back of his thighs.

Retuning to the front the Instructor delivered a blow to Ben's stomach. Ben
shouted and gasped, breathing heavily he crushed down on the pain. When he had
recovered from the blow the instructor delivered a blow to the front of one
thigh, then inner thigh before going to Ben's back. A blow landed across his
right shoulder, arse and back of a thigh. After each blow the instructor waited
for Ben to recover.

Moving on, the instructor lifted a thin crop with looped end. After chest and
stomach, the instructor tapped Ben's confined cock then hanging balls, thighs
both inner and outer. Ben got the picture. He was being introduced to all the
implements of pain. As with the short crop he received one crack of the thin
crop, with the exception of his cock. The balls were however, were not spared
and he shrieked the place down. Canes, whips, paddles all had their turn on
Ben's body.

Moved to a L shaped box that looked like a prayer stool. Ben was made to kneel
on it. For the first time he was secured by something other than his standard
cuffs. His hands were strapped to the top palms up. His fingers passed through
ringlets on the surface, to preventing them from curling in. His feet dangled
over the back of the box, exposing the soles.

A bamboo cane landed across his left palm and Ben screamed again. Then it
landed on the sole of his foot. More canes, crops, straps were demonstrated.

After the instructor was finished he looked to a chair then to Ben who silently
cried. Shaking his head he went to the desk. Pressing a buzzer he returned to
release his student.

A Footman arrived to take Ben to the hitching rail for the nightly punishment.
Every step painful, the welts on the soles of his feet like walking on razor
blades. The punishment left his mind going numb, pain upon pain, upon pain.
Every inch of skin stung. Crying himself to sleep. Ben just wanted his mind to
stop, so he didn't feel.

--

The next day Ben was escorted to the pool, his two day reprieve over. He was in
no doubt he would be at the hitching rail again after classes. He hated those
people.

Next came the nurse again. While at the hitching rail the day before, his
erection finally faded. The head of his cock no longer swollen slipped through
the gland ring and down the sounding rod. After his punishment the whole thing
was removed.

Now it was being forced back on. No doubt another charge gained for the
whipping post.

He did like the fixed eye sight. It allowed him to see detail in the distance.
However he was feeling a little queasy from the disorientation and there was a
headache building in his temples.

Passing the main foyer of the house. Ben was taken up the grand staircase. His
hands secured to his collar. Heading down a hall he had only been in once
before. The footman knocked at a familiar door and waited. “Enter”

In the Madam's office Ben stopped as he entered. In front of the woman that ran
the school was another silver haired woman. This one short and instantly
recognisable. A shove from the guard behind him had Ben taking another step in.

In front of the openly fearful Madam were a few substantial files. The top most
contained his professional cover name 'Ben Coulter'. He had created it himself.
Ben didn't want MI6 to know who he was. He didn't want anyone to know.

Knowledge of M's history was all the warning Ben had. It looked more than just
the history of Ben Coulter. There was no doubt in his mind that it was every
record MI6 had on him. His aliases. His known and fabricated history. He had
gone to pains to intermingle the two before his arrest. He had tried
desperately to disguise where fact and fiction met.

Standing, M came over to him. The diminutive woman casting a critical eye over
the welts, shaved head, erect and bound cock, and spent long moments looking
into his eyes.

“You were given the choice Mr...  Ariel” She said. Changing the name at the
slight cough from the Madam.

In calm measured tones M continued. “In the initial briefing where Ms Sawyer
pulled out, In the assessment where you were chosen over Ms Kate, In my office
where I warned you what type of people you were going to see. Once the mission
started you could have refused to attend the party, refused to accompany Double
Oh Two or even blown his cover. It is not our responsibility that you failed to
see death or success as the only out comes. Although the mission was classed as
a success and Merovingian has been quite cooperative. Where you were not!”

Ben stood stunned, the moment he sent the plea he hoped someone would come get
him. Now there was no rescue. M indicating his Master had giving the
information they couldn't get off his phone. All it cost for Merovingian's
cooperation, a blind eye to what he is and one Q Branch technician.

M wasn't finished yet. “Ben Coulter was recorded as Killed in Action. His
assets were seized or sold as appropriate. The proceeds were made a donation,
in the name of Ben Coulter to the Jessica Trust. Double Oh Seven was permitted
to read the mission report and was given the opportunity to reclaim his gifts,
he refused. He knows how the game is played, he will not be coming to your
rescue”

That was why M was here instead of James. Cold and hard with no regard for the
punishment, the mention of James' betrayal was the final straw. “OLIVIA
MANSFIELD will live on in infamy. She will be the M that brought ruin to the
nation. You will preside over the ashes of MI6. The world itself will shudder
at your...”

A slap from the guard had Ben seeing stars. Clearing his head Ben could see the
fear in M's eyes. Looking to the madam she was staring at M in shock, clearly
not expecting fear from the other woman. The guard clamped a hand over his
mouth.

“If he touches a computer again” M said, voice wavering and leaving the threat
hanging.

“It will be as we discussed” the Madam said.

The moment M walked out the room Ben's head swam. “Catch him” the Madam hissed.
Ben was half aware of being moved through the building then greater light and
chilled air. With a grunt he was hoisted higher and a click sounded.

When Ben's mind cleared. He was alone on the hitching rail. His wrists were
attached to it rather than his collar and he was sitting on a box. Closing his
bad eye, the good one being clearer alone. Ben could see in the distance a
short silver haired woman getting into a car and being driving off. “You will
see, I can do more damage than any of those Double Ohs” Ben said glaring as M's
car vanished from sight.

Being attached to the rail and able to see allowed Ben to watch what was
happening in the grounds. Although he suspected, he was able to confirm his
dormitory was not the only class. Although he though that the dormitory was the
only group in the main house.

There was a group of a dozen students being walked round the grounds. They were
in two even rows. Their arms were pulled back and wrapped in something behind
their backs. Slaves of the school had long whips. If the students lost their
spacing, didn't bring their thigh to a flat horizontal position with lower leg
kept perfectly vertical, if they didn't match each other. The long handled
horse whip would land.

Then two more practised students flew passed the group. They were more muscled
and sure in the stylised running, pulled a rickshaw. Both of the men were white
blond with a Mohawk cut, but instead of it sticking up, it was in a tight
weave, long and hanging down their backs. As they got closer Ben could make out
their arms were wrapped in leather behind their back. The Rickshaw attached to
a corset like garment.

Weeks ago, the sight would have been thrilling. He knew the concept of Pony
play but had never seen it. Now the sight of the almost naked men left a bitter
taste in his mouth.

Looking away Ben could see people in bondage in the distance. Like living
garden statues. One even looked bronze. Given what he had seen of this place.
He hoped it was body paint.

A vicious growling drew Ben's attention back to the group of Pony boys. They
had scattered as a guard barely held back his dog. The school slaves rounded up
the scattered and frightened students. The guard pulled the dog away to
continue on his rounds.

At the punishment only two charges were brought against him. He was given
twenty lashes when Ben had expected forty. Ten for for arguing at the pool, ten
for the nurse, ten for speaking to M without permission and at least ten for
what he had said to her. Not inclined to argue Ben accepted his punishment.
Suffering the pain he remand conscious throughout for the first time.

Returning to the dormitory a slap landed on his arse as he passed the guard's
room. The South African and American were back on duty. After going through the
nightly routine. The American came to make sure Ben's ankle cuff was secured.
After removing his cock stretcher, the guard no older than himself gave a nasty
smile. He grabbed Ben's other ankle. Crossing his legs, he secured it to the
pallet as well. Chuckling he walked away

There was a little give in the cuff's anchor points to allow for a movement.
The ankle was starting to hurt as it was forced to press to the top of the
metal ring. His hip hurt as it tried to bend to accommodate the leg under it.
Reluctantly Ben turned to unwind his legs. It meant he was laying face down
with his legs apart.

Ben did not sleep. There was only one reason he could think of being in such a
position. Although the guard tried to be silent Ben had heard him approach. As
his balls were crushed he gritted his teeth not willing the give the guard the
satisfaction. Ever since M appeared he knew the game he was playing had to
change.

A dark chuckle came from further up the room. “Pathetic” the south African
spat.

The pressure built, “Stop” the South African ordered hard and unyielding.

“But..” the American said and then trailed off, letting go.

“If you advertise your intentions it will expect it” the South African drawled.
Falkirk noticed the use of it and not he.

There was an annoyed huff from the American Guard. Stomping to the other side
of the room there was a crack and a shriek from a woman slave. A regular
thumping and grunting soon started.

Ben felt a hand touch his ankle. A click sounded and it was freed. “I hear you
like cock” the South African drawled.

Reaching forward the big hand grasped the back of Ben's collar and he was
pulled to the bottom of the pallet. It was an uncomfortable position with his
still bound ankle underneath him. His face was pressed to the Big Guard's
crotch.

He needed to think, he couldn't act rashly or stupidly, he needed to come up
with a new plan. So when the guard pulled out his cock. Ben gave him the
blowjob, suppressing the desire to bite the thing off. With a final grunt the
guard filled his mouth and he was ordered to swallow. “Good boy” the guard
praised and tucked himself back in.

Until he fell asleep Ben went over his options. There were plenty once he was
out. He had set up fall backs while he had worked with MI6. There were
procedures in place to cause confusion and keep MI6 fighting fires when he
though he might need a quick exit.

M and MI6 however were not his immediate priority. Ben knew he was tagged.
Foot, ear and scruff just like a pet. Reluctantly he though about his ordeal,
noticing patterns. From the dehumanising treatment like an animal. The pool,
classes, punishment and bullying by the American Guard and growing sexual
assaults by the South African. All to demonstrate he had no power over his
situation. Every act of sexual abuse more severe than the last. He had heard
people being raped in the night, yet he had not been. In retrospect it all
seemed, choreographed.

All the attention wasn't just focused on him either. It was an indoctrination
system acclimatising him and the other students into a way of thinking.
Enforcing the concept they were slaves.

Starting to panic. The more he thought about how well organised the school was.
The less hopeful the situation seemed. Breathing quickly Ben felt he couldn't
get enough air. Then a hand, rough and big stroked down his back. “Good Boy”
the South African whispered.

Felling a pinch on his arse Ben whimpered. Slowly the world became fuzzy and
fell away. The last thought, the guard noticed his moment of realisation and he
had drugged him. To stop him freaking out.

--

Over the next several days Ben watched, really watched. He looked for an
opening in the security. His prospects demising every time he moved through the
house or grounds. Guards were everywhere. He rarely saw them directly but he
caught glimpses as they moved out of sight. A shadow out of place. And whenever
he or someone else did something unexpected. They would appear like a ghost.

The house was facade now he looked. The only computer he had seen had been on
the Madam's desk. At most there were phones or intercoms on open display.

It was in a sex lesson Ben first noticed a camera. He was driving his Partner
to distraction and eventual erection, only with the use of his tongue. Licking
up the tanned left thigh. Ben noticed a hole in the wall, above the bed. It was
tiny and looked little more than an old nail or wood worm hole. When he moved
his head, Ben could just see a glint of light being reflected from the
darkness.

Above his spot on the sleeping platform Ben noticed another concealed camera.
From then on he noticed more and more. Like a wire coming from below the
floorboards at the threshold of the nurse's door. Seeing the wire made Ben
think about the tag in his foot. He was checked into and out of every room in
the building.

In the showers as he was helping the girl he considered a friend. She had
slapped the American guard the night before and suffered a severe whipping
today. She was stiff, not wanting the fiery pain of her skin aggravated. Ben
noticed an incision on her. Where shoulder and neck met. It was tiny but
noticeable. 'To big for a standard tag' he suspected.

The younger girl who stuck to the older as much as possible didn't like Ben
touching her. He pretended to wash the stubbly red hair and saw the same
centimetre long scar.

After the South African guard had violated Ben with the pommel of his baton
again, while getting a blow job. Ben curled into a ball. Hiding his hand from
the camera as best he could. He felt the junction where neck and shoulder met.
He wasn't sure but he thought he could feel an indent in the skin.

In the sex lesson where Ben could touch his Partner almost at will. He saw the
same scar on the tanned skin. It was barely visible, years if not decades old.

Ben hated ranking people in this place but he felt the instructor of the Sex
Lessons was less malevolent than the other instructors. He hated that he was
fond of her and knew it was dangerous. He also suspected it may be a ploy.

She gave Ben some small area of control. She was teaching them how to give
pleasure even if it was humiliating. She was not inflicting pain and she no
longer even carried her crop about the class. She used gestures and spoke
slowly so Ben could comprehend the foreign language he had to learn. She would
mutter, “stupide” then would correct his pronunciation.

On alternate days Ben would wear the device to stretch the skin of his cock,
allowing it to straighten. On the days he wasn't wearing the implement he would
be in the sex lessons.

In the Sex lesson after Ben had brought his partner to orgasm without actually
touching the other man's cock. The Instructor looked on in pride. The sense of
accomplishment sent an unwelcome thrill through him.

Looking at Ben sitting next to the recovering Partner she said something. The
only word Ben caught was 'démonstration'. Not knowing what she wanted but
knowing he had little choice in the matter he nodded giving an affirmative.
“Oui Madam”

She smiled wide and proud. Going to her desk she picked up the phone. Hanging
up she paced the room nervously. Ben ducked his head in fear. A hand was gently
placed on his shoulder as the Instructor squatted down in front of him.
“Nothing you haven't done before” she said softly in English.

Not only did it prove that at time protocol was ignored like as when M visited.
It proved the Instructor was English with a high class accent as if she had
been to boarding school.

“Just a friendly competition. My best against the competition. You may touch
and use your mouth. Your partner will reciprocate. The first to reach orgasm
looses” she informed. Standing she called the rest of the room to order.

In walked an instructor. She was old with her hair in a beehive, bright red. To
Ben she looked like a vulture with a wig on. Her skin hung from her bones and
her neck stretched forward rather than up.

Along with an escorting guard. A boy in his late teens early twenties
accompanied her. Recognising the boy from a few spaced down in the dormitory.
He was toned, aqua eyes, with blond hair growing back.

As the two instructors spoke Ben could see a resemblance between the two women.
Then they were both ordered onto the bed. The other student just seemed to
attack. Pinning Ben down. There was no need for him to control his orgasm the
brutish moron couldn't even keep Ben erect with his ham fisted fumblings.

Ben was out weighed by the other student. He couldn't get the upper hand. He
realised the slightly younger man was frightened beyond belief. He was panicked
and trying to fulfil an order without thinking how to achieve it.

Placing his hand on the back of the Blond's neck. Ben pulled him down. 'Shhh'
Ben urged quietly into his ear. Worming a hand between their bodies. Ben closed
it over the other Student's. He encouraged slow strokes to the shaft of his
cock, avoiding the over sensitive head. Ben made no move to stimulate the other
Student and provoke him. Lying back Ben opened his legs allowing the other
student full access to his crotch.

Placing his hands behind his head Ben allowed the other student full reign to
his body. Thinking Ben had given up the other student finally remembered his
education. Able to work his legs around his competitor's waist. Ben thrust up
into the hand around his cock.

From his conduct Ben got the impression the Student was being trained as a top.
Perhaps for a Woman or a man who preferred a more assertive companion. When the
student leaned forward to lick and suckle Ben's nipple. Ben rocked his hips,
trusting against the student's abdomen. He continued to rock, thrusting up into
the hand. Sliding his arse up and down, Ben brushed against a hard length.

Ben rolled his eyes and moaned giving the impression the brush was accidental.
The student leaned forward to lavish Ben's exposed neck and it brought his cock
into constant contact with the crack of Ben's arse. Continuing the wanton
thrusts against the Student's abdomen. Ben continued to accidentally brush the
other man's cock with his arse.

A tiny moan broke from the other student and Ben could feel the viscous slime
of the other man's precum. The head of the other Student's cock was perpetually
sliding along the crack of Ben's arse. With the student concentrating on Ben's
body and no longer his own. Ben slipped a hand from behind his head.

Using his hand Ben pressed the thrusting cock against himself. His arse cheeks
and hand making a tunnel for the other man to thrust into. The thrusts getting
stronger sending jolts though Ben. The student's aqua eyes snapped open, to
late. His orgasm was already starting and Ben's arse crack, hand and back were
coated in the fluid. The student groaned and collapsed on top of him.

Looking over the shoulder of the unconscious body. Ben saw his Instructor
looking down on the little old woman with smug glee. The little old woman
glared at him and her unconscious student. The milky blue eyes hard, the
wrinkled mouth in a thin downward line.

The guard stepped forward grabbed the student's collar and hauled him off. The
student woke and choked as his collar cut into the front of his neck.
Scrambling, he grabbed his collar to stop it cutting onto his neck until he was
standing. And saw he was in trouble.

“Is rape part of your training. I wonder how a potential master would react”
Ben's instructor goaded to the old Woman.

As if from nowhere the old Instructor pulled out a short hooked blade. Ben's
typical partner tensed, standing beside their instructor. As did all the school
slaves.

“Not here” Ben's instructor ordered. The older instructor wasn't happy with the
younger but did not continue whatever she had been planing.

“Move” the older instructor barked at the guard.

“très bien” Ben's instructor said when the guests had left the room. “merci,
Madam”

After the lesson Ben was taken to the corporal punishment room. The instructor
was as intimidating as Ben remembered. Although now Ben suspected he was either
current or a former slave. As Ben was given high wasted leather briefs to put
on. He saw the incision scar on the Instructor's neck line. It stood stark and
white even after years.  

Standing in front of the man. Ben felt odd. It was the most he had worn in,
however long he had been here. It felt obscene how his testicles hung through a
hole in the front of the briefs. It was also the first time his exposed penis
head had been covered. The sensation was irritating and he suspected soon
painful.

Lead to a throne like barber chair, Ben sat as instructed. The cuffs were
attached to the anchors in the armrest. The ankle cuffs were attached to the
legrests. The moment his ankle cuffs were secured the instructor placed a foot
on a pedal at the side of the chair. The legsrests opened out forcing Ben's
legs wide apart. Hips almost hurting with the angle of his splayed legs. Ben
didn't notice the chair tilt back until it jerked to a stopped. It wasn't too
far back, just so the Instructor's target was open and vulnerable.

With his balls hanging free of the leather briefs. The elasticated hole
preventing them pulling tight to his body. Ben knew what was about to come. The
Instructor took his time gathering the implements of the day. Most were short
whip like devices. Some a matt black of leather others a high gloss of a
plastic.

From the first lash of the first whip to the last crack of a cane. Ben screamed
high and loud, trying to pull his legs together. Crying he was pulled from the
chair. Cock and Ball toucher(CBT) seemed to be a constant thing with him in
particular. The dorm guards always aiming between his legs where others got hit
on the most convenient piece of flesh.

After the day's punishment. Ben returned to the dormitory. Noticing the empty
space where his rival from the sex lesson usually slept.

***** Aurora School of Excellence: 04/08 The Ludovico Technique *****
Waking up, washing, no food(first indication of the day's schedule), the pool
then the nurse. Two charges for the whipping post for good measure. Ben was
then taken outside and the van was waiting for him. 'Bout time' Ben mused. The
difference between his eyes had lead to dizziness and almost constant
headaches.

It was only himself and a burly red headed minder for this trip. Shoved into
the back of the van they drove for hours. Eventually they reached the
underground car park of the clinic. Again the waiting room was a freak show of
horrific body modifications.

They must have been early as the minder attached Ben's leash to hook on the
wall. While the minder went to take a seat and read a magazine. Ben refused to
look around after looking to a group of boys and girls with strange grafts on
their heads, it took him a moment to see they were animal ears. Possibly cat's.

Someone was brought beside him and his leash was attached to the wall as well.
Before he could stop himself Ben looked over. It was his competitor from the
other day and he was crying silently.

He was taller than Ben expected. Almost a head taller in fact. He kept his eyes
focused on the wall. Only as Ben looked him up and down did he see what was
wrong. He had been castrated. Ben couldn't see properly as the other student
was in profile and hadn't looked at him. The area of the other student's crotch
was completely contourless, no protruding penis or hanging testicles.

Ben couldn't look at the student any longer. He focused on the white wall,
forcing himself to be oblivious to all else. A hitched breath from beside him
and Ben flinched. If the other man was going to attack he was not going to
defend himself, as it was his fault.

Realising what he was thinking Ben shook the though off, 'It was their fault. I
didn't make someone so frightened they attacked, not knowing what they were
doing. And I certainly did not take a knife to someone who couldn't fight back'
Ben forced himself to think then repeated the concept over and over.

No attack came and Ben looked over. The Student had retuned his attention to
the wall, silent tears slipping down his cheek. “I'm sorry, I didn't know what
would happen” Ben's whisper barely audible. He didn't think it was about
loosing the contest to him. The Student was castrated because he could not be
trusted after almost raping someone. As his instructor implied, what would
happen if he attacked a master? Would the School be liable or that old
instructor.

Ben didn't know if the other student spoke English or not and repeated what he
could in French. There was a sniffle but nothing more.  

The minder came and Ben was taken into an examination room. The young and
attractive, blond nurse seemed perplexed by the device attached to Ben's cock
but carried on as it wouldn't affect the day's procedure. The doctor came in
and inspected first the eye that had been corrected then the other. Another
doctor came in and the anaesthetic was administered.

Waking up just as before. One eye bandaged the other taped shut. Bound to the
bed for good measure. A hand was inspecting his erection in its cock straighten
device. A callused finger brushed the gland and Ben flinched. Despite knowing
he was awake, the Minder Ben suspected, continued to play with his body.

The door opened and a feminine voice spoke with the minder. The conversation
went back and forth then Ben felt cool, soft fingers touching his cock. The
woman thoroughly inspected his cock and the device then she asked something.
Squeaking she pulled back and the minder laughed. With a final comment and a
slap to his cock and stretcher the minder pulled back as well.

When the tape from his eye was peeled off. Ben came face to face with the nurse
from earlier. She had a blush on her face. She muttered something that sounded
like an apology. The Minder laughed then said something. It sounded like a
rebuke.

“You Slut, you want touched, yes!” the minder said coming back and grabbing
Ben's balls.

“Oui Monsieur” Ben ground through gritted teeth.

“You, want, touched, her” the minder spat his accent thick and flat.

“Oui Monsieur, Oui Mademoiselle” Ben responded.

Oblivious, the hateful tone went over the minder's head but the nurse looked
concerned. She made her excuses and fled the room.

A doctor came in to give a final examination and Ben was discharged. In the
waiting room the Castrated Student and his minder were still waiting. The
student was no longer crying but he looked pale and shaky.

His legs refused to move and when he tried, under the persuasion of the leather
baton. After standing still all day and suddenly trying to move he fell to the
floor. The annoyed minder grabbed the collar and dragged him along the floor to
the lift. In the lift the student tried to get his legs to work. He tried to
get up but couldn't get his balance

As both minders ignored the other slave's the struggle. Ben decided to help.
With both having their cuffs attached to their collars, hands would be of
little use. Crouching down Ben offered his shoulder for the other slave to lean
on. Taking the offer the taller Slave leaned on Ben's shoulder. As Ben bore the
weight of the other slave he started to raise up when his leg was kick from
under him.

The two minders laughed as the Slaves sprawled in a heap at their feet.
Righting himself Ben offered his shoulder again to the other Salve. Mostly
because he could see in the other man's eye how close he was to giving up and
Ben didn't want to know what happened to a slave when they did.

Ben was ready this time. Just before his leg was kick away again he was able to
get the other slave high enough to regain his footing. The other slave cowered
in the corner not attempting to help Ben. But Ben didn't want the help and he
eventually got to his feet as well.

They arrived back, just in time for the daily punishment. Ben stood before the
Madam as charge after charge was laid against him. Unusually he had been
brought to the head of the queue.

Usually Ben could approximate the lashes he would receive because he knew the
behaviour that was expected. Today the Madam seemed furious as some of the
charges were said. In the end Ben stopped listening as he couldn't follow the
proceedings.

The punishment he couldn't ignore and it explained why he was brought to the
head. He was whipped until he lost consciousness, released, someone else was
punished then brought back. The cycle continued, Ben was the first person on
and the last one off.

Water beating down on his burning skin woke Ben. He was in the dormitory shower
being held up by Tattoos and the Castrated Student. The Girl was washing him
and cleaning him out. The two men then carried him to his spot on the pallet
before returning to shower themselves.

Ben didn't know if the American or South African had paid him a visit. After he
lost consciousness he did not wake until the morning showers.

At the nurse Ben was too sore and tired to protest. With his eye recovering the
pool was not on the day's agenda. First Ben was brought to a studio like room.
Where a little old woman stood in front of the dozen students.

She was in Zebra print leotard had long grey hair falling down her back in a
loose braid and thick round glasses. Standing with her feet together, she held
her hands together and stretched as high as she could go. “Dooo as I Dooo” she
called enthusiastically. She had a sing song way of speaking, elongating
sounds. Everyone copied her.

“Dooo as I dooo” she called clear and resonating. She brought her left foot to
rest on the inner thigh of the right leg, then held her arms up again.

Ben thought he had decent balance but he was having trouble. Then someone in
the row in front broke the stance to stop themselves from falling. “Come Now,
you Caaan, doooo Better” she called in an resonating sing song.

As she instructed everyone to hold the stance she approached the student who
fell over. Helping her into position the Instructor steadied the Student. “Find
your balance and you can stand for hours” She called elongating the 'hours' in
a musical tone.

Walking round she stopped at another wobbling student. Placing her hands on his
hips “Bha-Lance” she called again in a sing song. 'Completely crackers' Ben
thought.

“You can do beh,ttteerrrr” she said motioning to Ben's leg. Grasping Ben's
ankle she lifted until it was high up on his inner thigh. Then she had to
steady him as he wobbled. “See My Boy. Beh,ter”

Yoga classes although not cruel were difficult. The pickle brained instructor
was patient and precise. Ben never saw a whip in the class room but the guards
on the other side of the door they all saw as they entered. There were general
exercise classes added to his schedule along with Yoga. Some students,
particularity the males were given weight training to bulk them up. Others like
himself were just toned and made fitter.

After that day's Yoga. Ben was taken for a private lesson in the corporal
punishment room. The Black instructor was as usual naked to the waist. The
nasty scar across his torso stood stark on the deep luscious skin.

Ben didn't know what more he could learn in the room. He had felt the bite of
every weapon in the there. He had been struck from his neck to the souls of his
feet. He couldn't think of anything more.

Lead to a vaulting horse Ben was instructed to stand at one end and lay his
torso along it. His collar was secured so he couldn't lift his head off the
narrow surface. His hands were secured behind his back and his ankle cuffs were
secured to the floor so his legs were wide apart.

Then the Instructor did something to the end of the horse, in front of Ben. One
side of the horse dipped so Ben's arse was high in the air and head low.

Shown a small whip about a foot long Ben remembered the sting of it well. The
Instructor disappeared from view then Ben felt the lash land on the sensitive
skin between his arse cheeks right over his hole. He screamed. Again it was a
single lash before he was shown the next weapon. After what felt like ages and
hundreds of lashes to the pulsing and burning area. Ben was released.

Moving on. His stinging pucker, like fire as his arse cheeks closed over the
abused flesh. The instructor pulled a whip Ben was all to familiar with, he
felt it almost every day. Pointing to an area in front of the window. The
instructor took several paces back to accommodate the length of the whip. With
a circling motion of his finger and a verbal command. Ben turned his back as
instructed. He was already crying in anticipation.

The first lash hit the small of his back just above the round of his arse. Much
lighter than he had become used to. Ben barely flinched with the sting. The
second, a bit higher was still less severe than Ben had become used to but made
him hiss. The third was what Ben felt almost every day. He gasped out and took
a step forward before immediately taking it back. The fourth had Ben screaming
and collapsing to the floor, writhing in agony.

Thinking he was going to get more Ben pulled himself into a ball as the
Instructor approached. A gentle hand caressed the skin between the newest welts
then gently brought Ben to his feet.

As Ben walked with the Instructor, he noted a school Slave had entered the
room. A tall broad chested man. He had blank blue eyes, heavy brow and blond
hair in a square cut.

As Ben was brought to where the instructor had been standing. The Slave took
Ben's vacated spot. Ben was now looking to the window with the instructor
facing him and the slave with his back to him. The slave let his shirt fall and
Ben could see the horrific mashed flesh beneath. It was a network of old and
newer wounds and scars.

Almost absently while still looking at Ben. The instructor flicked his wrist.
The whip flew, a crack sounded and a gaping wound appeared on the slave's back.
It oozed blood, covering his back and staining the britches. The slave didn't
even make a sound.

Then in a fluid move the instructor spun, raising the whip and brought it down
in a deafening crack. The deep masculine scream followed the lash. Ben stared
transfixed at the chunk of flesh that had been cleaved in the slave's arm.
Cutting right down to the bone.

The instructor came to Ben's back and drew a finger down his spine. He then let
Ben see the finger, void of any blood. Unable to express his comprehension,
that had not felt the worst that could have been done. All Ben could say was
“Oui Monsieur”

After an attempt to get him unaware had failed the American moved on. The South
African came for his nightly blow job. As Ben worked the stale cock, a ringing
sounded from the guard room. The South African didn't even wait to finish
before stuffing himself back into his trousers. He grabbed the American on his
way passed. The girl he had been fucking collapsing to the pallet pulling
herself into a ball. He had been working his way down the line only avoiding
the white armband ones.

Ben lay back down hoping the place was on fire and he could die of smoke
inhalation as none of his other plans seemed to be progressing. He had caught
himself thinking in terms he didn't like. He was seeking the approval of some
instructors, seeing others as more than just cruel, thinking punishments were
deserved rather than endured.

He had even let an opportunity slip by. One day the nurse had left the room.
There had been a phone on her desk. He sat just there. Guilt and anger bubbled
up at the memory. He berated himself over just sitting there like a good little
slave.

Now he was waiting for the opportunity again. He had even decided on who he
would call. Sixsmith was a dotty old professor he had slept with on a dare. He
saw right through Ben. He had been nice and understanding and they became
friends and lovers. Ben even paid up rather than say he slept with him.

The red lights of the dormitory went out, throwing it into pitch blackness for
the first time. There were a few scared whimpers. Then in the distance some
pops. More pops and Ben recognised gun fire. 'James' Ben prayed. Perhaps he had
come for him when the immediate heat was off and had played M.

The low red lights came on not long after. Fear and hope warred in Ben. Then
there was another ringing from the guard room. Then the South African came down
the tiled central path. His boots echoed as he was no longer interested in
silence. He grabbed Ben's secured ankle cuff, a click sounded and it was free.

Hauled to his feet Ben was dragged out of the dormitory. The house's main
foyer, in front of the grand staircase a group had gathered. The madam in night
clothes, guards and Instructors all milled about. Some looking down from the
balconies of the two floors above.

Pointing to a bloodied man. Being held in a kneeling position. His head lolling
to the side. Ben's heart sank. The black man with short cropped hair was
recognisable but not James.

“Do you know him” the Madam demanded in English. Again confirming to Ben,
protocol came second to necessity.

If he was being asked. That meant the Madam though M sent him but didn't know
for sure. Ben didn't know what was happening and wanted to panic. The growing
hate in him made Ben want to answer truthful and see if the Double Oh would be
executed. It was all so confusing. Was the Double Oh here for him. To kill him?
To Save him? Or was it something else?

Around the Double Oh, spreading out on the white marble tiles, the red of
blood. The dark eyes flicked up to him. The Double Oh was confused by his
presence and recognised him. Then he saw it, well Ben hoped he saw it. A silent
movement of lips, his nickname, “Q?”

Shaking his head. Giving the Double Oh the benefit of his doubt. “Non, Madam”
Ben replied. And there was a relaxing in the Double Oh.

He was dragged off by the collar. Looking back he saw Peabody being dragged
away. The Madam's malevolent voice announcing. “We will find out who you are
soon enough”

Back in the dormitory the American had returned to his entertainment of the
evening, a teenage girl Ben had never interacted with. She had been pulled out
of the ball and was on her knees again. The American Guard pistoning into her,
his trousers slipping down his thighs.

Instead of his spot the South African brought him into the guard room. The
moment the door closed the light came on automatically. A bank of screens
showed different angles of the dormitory in the blue grey of nigh vision.  

Sitting in the swivel chair the burly guard indicated the ground between his
legs. An idea came to Ben. If M was paranoid enough to send a Double Oh here.
It meant she didn't trust these people to control him. He had an opportunity.
And what would she do if there was an attack proving the Syndicate's inability
to control him. How far would she go if provoked.

Kneeling down Ben nuzzled the Guard's crotch. Using his teeth he unzipped the
fly. Even though his hands were free Ben refused to use them. With a bit of
difficulty Ben got the disgusting cock to sprang free. Sticking out of the fly,
Ben nuzzled pressing down the cloth around the short thick cock.

Swallowing it to the root. Ben felt a hand clamp on the back of his head.
Flicking his eyes up he could see the guard with his head thrown back and eyes
closed. Letting the guard trust as he chose. Ben reached up to the keyboard on
the desk.

Finding the ridged marker key indicating the 'F' key. He pulled up a command
prompt. The contingency was meant to send MI6 into temporary chaos, in case he
needed a distraction.

Ping, a simple network test that when repeated forty times, was all that was
needed to activate the program against MI6. Send the ping to a computer he had
set up, a program on that computer would launch the attack on MI6. It was a
masterpiece of automation and adaptive learning.

Ben was scared. He was giving the Guard his best. The small black box on screen
filled with forty lines.

'Reply from 127.0.0.1: bytes=32 time<1ms TTL=128'.

It seemed to take forever. Relief flooded him as the Ping completed with 0%
loss. Typing 'exit' the command prompt closed.

Something must have disturbed the guard. Ben was about to panic, just managing
to close the window before the guard fixed lust filled eyes on him. Suddenly
the guard filled Ben's mouth with his cum and slouched back with a groan. Ben
kept his head from moving. The Guard content to keep his cock resting in Ben's
mouth. The short thick cock remaining erect even after the orgasm.

When the lights went out then came back on. The American was now in the small
guard room as well. “Take him back” the South African order with a content and
dopey smile on his face.

Secured back to his spot. Relieved the guard didn't see anything. Ben closed
his eyes. Secure in the knowledge M would likely be busting a gasket, as every
firewall MI6 had slowly failed, one after another. For a short time they would
be vulnerable to any passing hacker with even a basic level of skill.

The only thing that gave Ben pause, was if the guard room had CCTV and if it
was being monitored at the time he sent the command.

A realisation came to Ben. The school, so well organised. The likelihood of
escape without help from students or staff was remote. And now Peabody was an
unknown variable. Would he be killed, released, escape, rescue him. 'How did he
know I was called Q?' Ben thought. Only one person ever called him Q.

Thoughts flitted in and out of Ben's mind. 'Head down and try to
survive'...'openly rebel and hope all hell brakes loose'...'Run and hope to out
run the guards and their dogs'...'try and contact Peabody'

'What about James? M had implied he knew he was here but Peabody had been
surprised'...'Had M lied about James?' Ben's thoughts ran in circle around his
head.

He remembered the movies. Tim Robins' character escaping to freedom and it not
quite so believable as Jack Nicholson's character being lobotomised. Most
people root for the underdog like David and Goliath but rarely when it counts
dose the underdog win.

--

With his eye healed Ben was returned to the pool. The two men and one woman
watched and chatted amongst themselves as he was drowned and revived. Today was
the fist time he did not struggle as he was attached to the slope. He did beg
as the water crept up his body

Nurse to see how his cock straitening was doing. The bend was almost gone but
it wasn't good enough. Ben's cock was again forced into the sounding
contraption and stretched straight. It had been done for so long Ben no longer
protested there either.

In the Sex lesson they moved onto oral sex. Ben's Partner growled out his
frustration as he came first in the class. Used as a teaching aid for the
inexperienced was as humiliating as ever. The instructor petted his head and
praised his work.

A new room was introduced. A movie theatre. Small with just a few rows of
seats. The single dentist type chair between the stalls and screen Ben
suspected to be his.

In the chair. Arms and legs secured then his collar. Then came straps around
his head, across his forehead and one round his chin. A gag was added for the
fist time, a thick piece of leather with a tube in it. Able to breath through
the tub it rested on Ben's tongue and protruded out the front of the gag.

A gel was brushed over Ben's eyelids and a device, like the ones opticians use
was swung in front of his face. Pincers were pressed to his closed eyelids. The
pincers were opened and Ben felt his eyelids forced open with them. A fine mist
was directed at his now fixed open eyes. Keeping them lubricated.

The Nurse came in with a drip and a man came in with a trolley. The nurse set
up the drip while the unknown man placed pads all over Ben's body. The nurse
stepped back, the man continued to work.

The small pads similar to those used to monitor heart and other vitals were
connected to wires then the wires were connected to a plain black box still on
the trolley. “essais” the man said and jolts of electricity passed through
Ben's body. Biting down on the tube between his teeth Ben groaned and hissed.

Panting and sweating as every muscle protested and screamed in pain. “We may
begin” came a calm measured and reassuring tones of an English voice. It was
not the man who had attached the electrodes. His voice had been high and
nasally. The footman who had strapped him in the chair remind still and
impassive, just in the peripheries of his vision. Ben doubted the nurse could
mimic a man's voice.

Just before the screen lit Ben started feeling sick. Trying to attract
someone's attention the man who placed the electrodes moved out of Ben's filed
of vision as did the footman.


“James Deamis” the nice Shakespearian, disembodied voice said. A picture of his
own student ID appeared on screen. Pain coursed through him. Muscles tightened
uncontrollability and beyond painful. Ben screamed to the rafters and found he
couldn't close his eyes. The image burned on to his vision. Wherever he looked
it was always in his field of view. The screen went blank, the electricity
stopped, leaving only the constant nausea.

“Cambridge University” the voice said and a slide show began. The electronic
pain started with the first image, lasting until the last. Through the slide
show the nice voice identified the image, although Ben knew each one.

“Your first year halls of residence”

“The flat your shared with friends”

“Favourite Cafe”

“The pub you worked in”

“Cryptography Lecture”

“Network Communication Lab”

More locations he spent time in, lecture halls, class rooms, labs, libraries,
flats, houses, bars and clubs. Ben had been to all. Then came a photo of a lean
man in his twenties, stark blue eyes and black hair. Kenny had been a friend
and the first gay friend he had. “Kenny Potter” the authoritative voice
identified. Ben reeled in pain. There was more, a picture of an older man in
square glasses appeared. Kenny's English professor and unashamed sugar daddy.

Then came the picture Ben dreaded. The charming man he has seduced as a bet and
grew fond of. Unlike Kenny he was not Ben's sugar daddy. Ben asked nothing from
him but his company and accepted nothing. Again he was older, mid to late
sixties with wispy grey hair and thick glasses.

Ben had loved to listen as he spoke, he even read out letters from his fist
love. Sixsmith had admitted to a similarity between Ben and the lost love.
Although Sixsmith admitted his lost love was the vainest, most selfish person
he ever met.

One night as they lay naked and relaxed. Sixsmith pulled out a letter. It was
the only one that spoke of love between the pair. It doubled as the suicide
note and was the only one to carry the name Robert Frobisher.

After Ben left university he had taken the name to honour his lover rather than
the man who originally bore the name. It was the name he had been arrested
under. An anonymous letter had arrived at the prison, affectionately written
and chastising. It ended, 'Same old Robert, R.S.'

As the images of Sixsmith continued to cycle through. Young, old, together,
alone, even ones of Sixsmith and the original Robert Frobisher. Then Ben fell
silent. The pain was nothing, the nausea was nothing.

A Times Obituary appeared. Dated two months after the Merovingian mission.

'No' Ben thought. He didn't want the memories tainted by this place. Ben
squirmed he tried to gouge his eyes on the pincers holding them open. He tried
to free his hands, anything. Nothing worked he had to endure the pain, grief
and nausea

Like a rag doll he was brought out of the theatre. Nothing registered until in
the dead of night, something brushed his balls and pain shot through him.
Lunging at the American. Ben's ankle prevented him from reaching his target.
Screaming and swearing like a wild man Ben saw stars as he was hit over the
head with something hard.

He was pinned face down hissing and screaming his fury. A knee on his back
prevented him from moving as something cold, hard and metal pressed against his
sphincter. “Why are you fighting. You like it when Gage dose it” the guard
hissed.

With pain the muscles let the foreign object into his body. Suddenly released.
Pain shot through him constricting, burning and electrical. He couldn't
understand beyond the pain. Then the pain stopped, the thing was still in his
arse and he could hear tussling from behind. Ben pulled himself into a ball.

A meaty hand was placed on Ben's shoulder and more softly than he had heard
before. “The stun baton needs to come out” came the South African's accent. It
felt like he was being ripped apart. Ben curled tighter unwilling to deal with
the world around him.

Gentle hands inspected his scalp and there was a harsh guttural word spat.
Lifted off the platform Ben was carried through the house. The nurse was
already in the medical room preparing for his arrival. Ben was barely award as
the Guard snapped something at the Nurse.

With an exasperated look she filled a syringe and Ben felt a few prick on his
scalp. The Nurse spoke clear and in an eastern European language. Numbly he
could see a needle being threaded and the Nurse coming over. After she worked
on his scalp the nurse came to the other side of the bed and pried apart the
cheeks of his arse.

Whimpering Ben pulled himself tighter into a ball. The guard kept a hand gently
resting on his shoulder. After the Nurse withdrew her hands and stopped
speaking. The Guard again lifted Ben into his arms.

Just out side the dormitory. The American was speaking to a couple of Guards.
Cowering under their silent scrutiny. The group falling silent as Ben and the
South African passed.

In the morning. Numbly and with the encouragement of his friends Ben moved
through his routine. Then came the pool.

After the pool. To a tiled and stalled room, Ben arrived. Along one side was
toilet cubicles on the other there were small privacy dividers. Between two Ben
was made to kneel, back against the wall. His collar and cuffs kept him against
the wall. A gag stretched his cheeks wide and held his mouth open.

All was done to Ben as if in an abstract dream. He let the world go by until
someone pissed in his face. He looked round his surroundings. He was kneeling
inside a trough with a drain below him. He could just see the knees of someone
either side of him in similar position. A porcelain divider blocked any other
view of them. The footman zipped himself up and went to washed his hands and
left.

Two guards came in chatting away, a while later. They continued to chat away in
the eastern European language that seemed to be the regional dialect. One stood
in front of Ben's neighbour with the other standing in front of him. Without
looking the guard popped the button of his combat trousers and pulled out his
flaccid cock. A stream of hot piss splashed his turned away cheek but some
found his gaping mouth and he gagged. The guards continued their conversation
oblivious to their urinal's disgust and walked out.

In the sunlit toilet Ben could track the progress of the day. The shadows
lengthened and then there was a rush, several men coming in, all within a short
period of time. The shadows began to shorten and a thinning trickle of people
arrived. Ben recognised the Black Whipping Instructor, going to the first
stall.

A short round bodied and faced Asian man came in. He looked at the stalls and
went to a cubical. Ben could see the back of the man's shoes beneath the
cubical door. He came out, went to wash his hands and leave.

It was getting late. The sun was waning when a school slave arrived to unlock
them, under the supervision of a footman. Not knowing what was to come as it
seemed too late for another class and too early for punishment. The three
Students were escorted to a room a few door down.

It looked pristine. All tiles and glossy. Like a communal shower with a tiled
bench in the middle. Typically it had the small holes that would allow cuffs
and collars to be secured to it. The shower heads sticking out along all the
walls.

The most frighting thing in the room was the fat, red faced man. He wore rubber
trousers and apron. His arms bare with black rubber gloves. “Bienvenue à manger
de la merde” he said with gleeful and unpleasant smile.

***** Aurora School of Excellence: 05/08 The Value of a Slave *****
Chapter Notes
     Warning: Murder and Rape
     Reminder. This is not a dirty story, it is dark and cruel one,
     exploring what can sustain a person when hope is not enough. There
     will be no justice, just revenge. The happily ever after will be
     relative thing. Wait or skip to Chapter 11 if Q's plight it is to
     much. I will give a short summery of the key events at the start of
     Chapter 11.
Ben got a night of piece. The Italian and his companion on duty and picking on
a boy further down the line and a girl on the opposite side of the room. The
morning came and despite washing his mouth out with soap Ben though he could
still taste the stuff forced down his throat the day before. The skin on his
back and front felt like it would split at any moment, from last night's
whipping.

The pool and Ben woke to the water being forced from his lungs. In the sex
class it was rimming but after the day before a clean anus was a welcome thing.

A new class and Ben met the little round and balding Asian man he saw the day
before. He dismissed the guard and footman despite their warnings. After being
given some socks to put on Ben was allowed into a large square room, it was
quite peaceful. It was a library. Book shelves covered the four walls. The only
breaks were for the two doors, two windows and a fireplace.

A desk sat at the far end with the high arched windows either side of it. A
small Zen sand garden was in the canter of the room. The precise lines of sand
held enclosed by a wooden border. In each corner of the room there was a low
plinth. Three were already occupied by Students in artistic bondage.

Lead to the plinth near the window Ben stood as the little round man started to
wrap him in green rope. Kneeling Ben's legs were tied in a kneeling position.

Looking down at himself Ben saw the criss cross of ropes over his body. The row
of diamond shapes going down the exact centre of his torso and around his cock
and balls. The rope was then lead between the crack of his arse and up his
back. Right now Ben's arms were being tied together behind his back. The
tension started to mount and Ben had to arch his back to accommodate.

The Asian man stood back to look down at his handy work. He focused on Ben's
flaccid cock with a bit of disappointment.

Ben had always admired rope bondage. The posses that could be done and how the
ropes highlighted the contours of a person's body. He knew if he had an
erection, bound and proud. It would look fantastic. If approached at another
time he would have even helped in that regard. But here and now he would not
help, even in the things he may have enjoyed.

The man seemed to understand and walked off. He returned to his desk and pulled
out a pair of scissors and went to the fireplace, where Bonsai Trees were lined
up on the mantelpiece. Looking round the room Ben could see more of the little
trees sitting on the shelves.  

The man hummed and and sang softly as he pruned one of the trees. Ben no expert
but guessed on Japanese as the language and ethnicity. Every so often those
almond shaped eyes would flick to him.

The atmosphere in the room was quiet and calming. Even as a small mechanical
clock pinged in a passing strike, added to the calm instead of disrupting it.
Although there were four others in the room. Ben felt alone.

Unable to move with no outward stimulus, pain or humiliation all he had was his
mind. Ben's mind flitted from topic to topic, memory to memory. After a while
Ben noticed certain memories caused an echo of pain and nausea in him. His time
at Cambridge in particular. Remembering Sixsmith was now corrupted in his mind.
Falling asleep with the old man, once a comfort. Now a nausea inducing waking
nightmare.

The instructor's tone grew louder. He was now reading something slow and
lyrical from a small book. Ben concentrated on the melodic words rather than
his grief.

The little clock pinged as it passed another hour. Ben was untied. “Very good”
the man said with a heavy accent. He looked over Ben's body with pride, there
wasn't even a red mark from the ropes.

Lead to the door where a Footman waited. Ben was taken to his next ordeal. A
small room with Dildos, buttplugs and all manner of items to penetrate someone
with lined the walls. Three stations took up most of the room. A chair that
looked like the one for the Cock and Ball torture in the whipping room. Two
small rectangular stools, one rather low the other higher.

Forced to kneel along the lower stool. Ben's collar was secured to it, with his
wrists attached to its legs and his ankles attached to the floor. Now on all
fours Ben waited.

It started with the cool lubricant being rubbed onto his anus. Then a gloved
finger pushing inside. Ben grit his teeth, 'Don't cry, don't scream, don't beg'
He repeated to himself as the finger worked him loose.

Then came something bulbous, cold and hard. Despite his best efforts the night
of the attack came back. “Please, no” he whined high and scared. A crack of a
cane or crop to his arse cheek and he screamed. There was an instruction to
speak French, in French.

Breaching him. The thing pushed apart the muscle and was angled down. Then a
hand grasped his flaccid cock. Starting at the base, a slow even stroke down,
to the tip occurred and was repeated. There was no upward stroke and it wasn't
stimulating.

The thing working in and out of his arse found it's target and Ben reluctantly
hardened. Again and again his prostates was rubbed by the massager and the
rhythmic pulling on his cock matched the massager's speed and timing.

Hours seemed to pass with the slow methodical movements. Ben reduced to
whimpers and crying with the unfulfilling, humiliating stimulus. Heart beating,
blood rushing in his ears, sweat sticking to his skin, eyes weeping. Ben
trembled as his prostate was carefully and ruthlessly attacked.

The man behind Ben said something. Leaving the massager in, he stood to come
round to Ben's front. Holding a clear plastic cup in front of his face, “Quite
a stud” the man whispered and indicated the semen filling nearly half of it.
Ben hand not cum once. Never had he received a prostate milking before.

“This bit's important so I am allowed to speak your native language” the man
said disappearing from Ben's view.

“You are at the stage you must be prepared at all times” the man said and came
back into Ben's field of view.

Holding up a five inch stainless steal but plug. It looked like a big pacifier.
Large bulb with thick stem and a T bar to prevent in slipping in. “I don't
usually give something so advance, but it's hardly your fist time” the Man
whispered. Disappearing behind him. Ben felt the prostate massager being pulled
out.

“Remove and wash the buttplug when you shower. Lubricant will be provided in
the dormitory.” and the cold metal was worked into Ben's loose arse. The T bar
aligned with his crack so it wouldn't be seen when Ben stood. Just before Ben
was released the instructor crouched down in front of him again. “You really
don't want to be caught unlubed or stretched from now on”  

“Although. I do like to see Nurse stitch up the torn boys” the man said with a
nasty glee in his eyes. Ben's dread was growing. He knew what was coming.

In the shower a new bottle had been added beside the hair removal cream and all
purposes soap. Looking round as everyone showered. Ben could see everyone but
the white armband virgins had been given a buttplug. Even the boys and Men
meant to service as tops.  

All were the same design although Ben's was one of the biggest. Only the older
Girl friend had one bigger at six inches.

For the first time. One of the males was raped that night. It was a boy in his
late teens that Ben had never interacted with. He had been the preferred target
of the the guard Ben dubbed the Italian. The other night guard stuck to the
youngest non virgin girl. Anticipation and dread were warring for the more
dominant emotions.

--

Kicking and screaming Ben was dragged back into the theatre. “Jean-Baptiste
Grenouille”  the calm authoritative voice said once Ben had been plugged into
the chair.

The entire history of the identity was played out as Ben experienced nausea and
pain so he would disassociate with the identity. There was more about his life
with MI6. People he dealt with people he could possibly turn to.

This was the third session and one point had not been touched. They had gone
through all but one identity, Ben Coulter. They had even touched on the name he
couldn't bare to think of, even before the chair. They covered the suicide of
his friend and the first person to know about the bullying, his homosexuality
and the abuse by his father. Deliberately or hoping, they had covered
everything round Jessica's death. Including the friend who vanished.

There was another, not so much an identity but a persona. A name a Double Oh
had given him as an affectionate joke, and with respect. Since M's visit and
009's assassination attempt Ben had come up with an idea or a final hope as
everything else faded. 'M lied about James' Ben clung to the hope in his
darkest times.

In the dormitory with a set of new welts. Ben collapsed on the pallet. He felt
his mind getting smaller and smaller. Fewer and fewer memoirs could be recalled
without phantom pain and nausea echoing back at him. An American voice grumbled
and complained as its owner secured the ankles of the slaves.

“I bloody told you. Don't touch the valuable ones, be careful of the owned
ones, play with the cheep ones. Worst case you get docked a couple grand” the
South African shot.

“I did get docked a couple grand.” the American complained.

“A tiny scar in the hair line. What would happen if it was somewhere that
showed. Do you have a few million lying around” The South Africa informed.

As the American argued the South African cut him off. “where do you think
they'll recoup their losses” he said and pointed to the younger guard. The
American shut his mouth with a snap.

By now the South African had Ben's foot in his meaty grip. After securing his
ankle he forced Ben onto his stomach. Running a finger down the crack of his
arse he played with the exposed T bar. “Bout time” he purred. With a final
flick to the metal bar he moved off to finish the night time preparation.

Ben couldn't sleep. The time had come. He knew there was going to be a visit.
This time his mouth was not the target.

“It won't do them harm, go for it” the South African said as the two guards
came out of their room. Ben didn't know why they always waited. The lights
would switch to the low red lighting. They would go into the guard room for a
while then come out.

“Just give me twenty minutes” the South African ordered.

A rough hand shoved apart Ben's legs, and secured the free one. Grabbed by the
balls Ben was hauled to onto his knees. Another hand forced his neck down onto
the pallet. “No need to romance someone like you. Little knob polisher, bet
this is the longest you've been without a dick” the Burly guard purred.

As the buttplug was worked out, the guard looked over his shoulder to the
American. “He polished some old professor's cock” he informed.

“Probably to get the grades” the American spat. Impatient for his own delayed
fun.

“That's the joke. Wasn't even his own professor. The slut's into grandpas”

Ban flailed, swore and cursed. As usual it was openly ignored. To be whipped
out at the end of the day.

The buttplug came free and it clunked onto the plastic mattress. The a zip fly
screeched loud and clear. There was little resistance in the muscle as the
guard slid in with a groan. “Hot, wet and just loose enough” the guard purred
and gave a violent thrust.

Ben squealed high and loud there had been no time. The buttplug went, the cock
entered and stated ploughing right away. Not since his first time had being
fucked hurt so much. Never had it felt so demeaning and never had he hated a
person more.

Eventually a groan sounded and Ben collapsed under the weight of the stated
guard. With a sickening squelch the guard pulled out. Immediately the plug was
shoved in. “Good bitches get bred” the man groaned and Ben felt a slimy hand
being wiped on his arse before it was patted. “Knew you were a real slut, can
always tell”

The guard walked away. Ben tried to curl into a ball but with his ankles secure
he had to stay on his stomach. Closing his eyes he felt the tears leak through.
He had known it would be an inevitability. But that did nothing to lessen the
impact.

The experiences. First being washed as a child, even as he got old enough to
was himself and carrying on well past puberty. Then what his father asked,
always asked never demanded or ordered. The sexual experience of later life.
And recently, the molestation and oral. It did nothing to lessen what had just
happened to him.

A whimpering came into Ben's conciousness. At first he thought it was his own.
Lifting his head slightly Ben could just make out two people through the dark.
Two indistinct blobs in the shower area. The person beside Ben was shaking like
a leaf. The usually stoke and oblivious slave, Ben suspected was generational
due to his acceptance of their surroundings. He wasn't the only one. Everyone
Ben could make out were covering their heads and trembling.

Across from him there was an empty space where his friend slept. Looking back
to the shower Ben couldn't make out what was happening. The red lights only
allowed him to see a rough outline. The whining had stopped and there was
laboured, rattling, wet breaths. Never having heard a death rattle the sound
fitted with the impression Ben had built up.

The American, Ben assumed, stood. He had unlatched his stun baton. He pressed
it to the lying body and an electronic crackle sounded. The girl barely
flinched at the prod. Disappointed the American gave the girl a vicious kick
and Ben heard bones breaking.  

Ben screamed at the man. He had no idea what he was saying or if he was saying
anything at all. The American looked at him briefly then looked at the girl
again. Lifting a heavy boot clad foot the younger Guard placed in on the girl.
After a final weak breath he pressed down, there was a crunch and a moment of
absolute silence.

“Gonna be a bitch to clean up” The South African voice drawled from the other
end of the room. The American sauntered up the central aisle. Joining the South
African and going into the guard room.

Ben didn't sleep that night. Moving to kneel, with his back to the room the
only way he could be upright. Rage and anger made him want to lash out
immediately and foolishly. Dwarfing them, hatred burned low continuous and
absolute. The hatred let him remain calm. Hatred of M, the Madam, the American,
the South African.

The body was left until the lights came on in the morning. Ben saw the mangled
remains that couldn't even be recognised as human. The entire shower area
decorated with dried blood.

Switching his gaze to the guard room door. The American came out with a broad
smile on his face and meat hook in hand. Whistling he walked past the secured
students to the shower. With a swing he dug the hook in and dragged the body
along the central path. Going through the exit he disappeared. Trailing blood
and other meaty bits in his wake.

The South African sauntered out of the guard room. Walking down the tiled
central path unlocking ankle cuffs, he slipped. 'FUCK!' Ben's mind screamed, if
he had been free, if the guard had been in range. He would have attacked. The
guard grumbled as he picked himself up. Scraping something red and meaty off
his boot, against the sleeping platform.

Ben could see the guard was ready. Coming up to his back, unlocking one ankle
then the other. His baton ready and finger over the trigger for the prod at the
end. Carefully he backed off.

“SHOWER” the guard ordered seeing no one move. A few jabs had some of the
slaves moving closer to the horrific scene. The guard kept Ben in his line of
sight at all times.

The Student who slept beside him was the first to step onto the blood soaked
shower area. A Girl was just behind him. The showers running, pooling with red
water and running into the drains.

Slowly the rest of the dormitory entered the showers. Only Ben, Tattoos,
Castrated and the young girl remained. Ben hated the names he had given his
friends but as they weren't allow to talk and introductions were never made. He
had to latch onto the obvious for identification.

The South African chuckled low and cruel. Breaking his stare to look at the
other guard. The American had returned, still with his pleasant relaxed smile.
Two more guards had joined the room as well.

Castrated broke first with Tattoos following him to the showers. The young Girl
pressed against Ben's side hiding from the four men's view. An arm wrapping
around his leg. Ben headed for the showers. He was tired he wanted his brain to
stop and in the moment he couldn't fight them four on one. He couldn't even
fight one on one.

The sex lesson of the day was no surprise. Ben even had an audience of the two
virgin boys. The Partner, Ben suspected of not even trying to prevent his
erection any more. With hands and mouth the thick member revealed itself.

Straddling the man's hips Ben looked him in the warm brown eyes and impaled
himself. With Ben repeating the undulations the instructor ordered the boys
back to their partners. They were not penetrated as their value lay in their
virginal status. The same order was issued to the girls

The instructor noticed the mechanical manoeuvrings of her star pupil. She
seemed to know the reason. She gave quite words of encouragement. She taught
him how to act enthusiastic. Ben knew she was giving him special treatment. As
she didn't expect enthusiasm Ben followed her orders.

With a fake smile, gasped breaths, he moaned like a practised whore. Even
braking into forbidden English phrases for emphasis. He must have been good as
the instructor had a broad proud smile on her face.

Calling the class to an end she caught Ben out of the corner of his eye. “NON”
she barked. Ben got the gist of the chastisement. He let the the mask drop too
quickly and he should never let anyone see him go from sensual to vacant so
quickly.

Then came bondage and Ben hated it. Suspended bent forward. His right leg
dangling down the other tied bent, sticking out at hip hight. And is arms
pulled back behind him. The absence of distracting stimuli was frightening. All
there was, was the night's events. Not even able to retreat into his corrupted
memories.

The little round instructor looked at him in concern. He remained in Ben's line
of sight as he dangled. Going so far as to put a small table in front of Ben
and placing a bonsai on it. Directly in front of Ben the instructor sang softly
in Japanese. Repotting the tiny tree.

Watching the hands that bound him so carefully. Ben got lost in their motion.
'Think about the now, not last night. Not years before, the future' Ben
commanded himself.

'James' Ben thought. 'M had lied about him' Ben though. He could contact James,
try again at least. This time a private way that M wouldn't be aware of.

'Why has there been no reaction to the automated cyber attack?'...'Did it fail
some how?'...'was the execution blocked?'...'What had happened to 009?'

Ben listed servers he had set up around the cyber world. What their
capabilities were and how best to access them. Some controlled accounts. He had
lots of dirty unaccounted for money and a potential for more. The only one he
though to be open to bribery would be the American. He wasn't loyal but he
enjoyed the power and cruelty too much.

Pictures flashed in his mind. Faces. The Madam, the American, the South
African, M, 002. Ben let his hate for them simmer in the deepest pit of his
mind. A while ago he had resigned himself to suffering this place until he
could make a break. He was determined they would suffer.

Flicking his eyes up, the instructor nearly dropped the tree in one had and the
pot in the other. He covered his slip and continued to pot the tree.

“You were thinking” the instructor said speaking English. It was the first time
he had really spoken to Ben. “You remind me of the ocean” the instructor mused
before returning to the song he had been singing.

Not knowing why the instructor spoke but he didn't think the man was looking
for a response. To Ben, he looked scared.

Then came the theatre where his memories were corrupted in his mind. Still no
mention of Ben Coulter or James.

That night the South African held him down. The American enjoyed his
struggling, having seconds. Annoyingly neither were stupid enough to put their
cock anywhere there was teeth. He was willing to take the punishment for biting
the things off now.

--

Straddling his partner. Ben held his arms behind his back and kept his torso
arched back slightly. His chest was open and his hard cock bounced as he rode
the other man. The bend completely gone, leaving his cock like a mushroom. The
shaft sticking straight out with the exposed gland full and deep a purple
colour. Most of the other students were having trouble, unable to maintain the
pose and wanting to bend forward.

After getting praise from the Instructor and before his partner could cum.
“Madam” Ben called softly. Not breaking his motion or pose. Ben waited until he
was given permission to speak.

In broken French Ben asked about bringing a Partner to orgasm quickly. The
instructor didn't look impressed as she informed the lessons were about what
his partner wanted. “If completion is the desire, Madam” Ben tried to asked in
broken French phrases.

After several moments consideration. “Tighten the internal muscles as your
partner pulls out and move in counter point. As your partner withdraws, you
pull off. As your partner enters, move to meet his thrust. The increased speed,
friction and pressure should bring him to his orgasm more quickly” The
instructor explained calmly and slowly until Ben understood what she was
saying.

“Madam, please may I practice” Ben asked hesitantly. Fearing he had pushed the
Instructor too far Ben fell silent.

Ben could see out the corner of his eye a conflict in the Instructor. There was
something similar to the look the Japanese bondage instructor had. Did she
suspect he was wanting to learn how to use a skill she was teaching him as a
weapon.

With a deep breath the Instructor gave her consent. To Ben she didn't look
happy about it. Looking at the warm brown eyes of his silver haired partner.
Ben gave a hopeful look and got the barest twitches of an eye muscle in return.
Which was all the communication they were allowed.

Raising off the man's cock Ben turned around. Putting his head to the mattress
he knelt, with arse high.

“Rough” the Instructor commanded. Tipping her hand, indicating she knew what
Ben wanted.

Two hands that grabbed him harder than any time before. Pulled back Ben
followed the movement. “Wait until he is inside” The instructor chastised.
Feeling the familiar length slide inside faster and harder than any time
before. Like the night time visits the Partner started thrusting right away.   

In rhythmic tempo,“tighten, pull off. Relax, meet” The instructor commanded and
repeated until a fast furious tempo was achieved.“Angle hips more, stop making
him work” she advised. A sudden hiss from his Partner, the first sign of his
orgasm.

“New partner?” the Instructor asked.

Not wanting to but Ben nodded. With a few harsh commands someone else replaced
his usual partner. Ben didn't look at the person behind him. The cock that
slammed into him was thicker and shorter than his Partner.

“Good” the instructor praised as the new man made the same hissing precursor to
his orgasm.

“Again” The instructor asked. Ben looked at her. She had an impassive
unreadable face.“please, madam“

Ben took the cock of all ten men in total. Only his regular Partner lasted more
the five minutes. Standing Ben looked to the instructor and thanked her. Her
face was an impassive mask as she accepted the gratitude. Indicating a
door,”clean up” she ordered.

On shaking legs Ben walked across to the room indicated. Feeling the cum slide
out of his gaping arse and down his legs. Ben entered the small wash room going
over to the showers. With a trembling hand Ben started the water. Suddenly
hands were placed on his shoulders. Spinning he came face to face with his
regular partner.  

With a gentle smile the silver haired man slowly rubbed Ben down. With the
Partner washing him Ben was able to pull himself together again. The Partner
detached the shower head and directed the spray to Ben's abused hole. With
gentle fingers scissoring him open the Partner cleaned out the cum.

Before they left the shower room. Ben pressed his head to the crook of the
man's neck, that he had never talked directly to. Placing a kiss on the
juncture of his neck. Ben pulled back and they returned to the class room.

Before leaving the Partner applied lube and returned Ben's buttplug, under the
supervision of the instructor.

After the theatre Ben was taken outside. Only one charge for the pool was laid
against him. The instructor from the sex lessons may have had concerns but they
had not resulted in him being punished for them.

When the South African pressed a meaty hand to his neck, pinning him to the
mattress. Ben put into practice what he had learned. It was the shortest of the
South African rapes. “Slut” he purred after he was finished.

***** Aurora School of Excellence: 06/08 The cost of Descent *****
Chapter Notes
     Warnings: Underage rape, brutal murder
     Even more darkness. He may be loosing the ability to fight for
     himself but there is still something left in Q.
Ben hated these days. He was in the men's toilet, acting a urinal. After,
always the most disgusting of classes. But after weeks/months/however long. It
was getting harder to fight.

Fighting was getting harder and harder in everything. The reasons for fighting
seemed less important. It was all becoming easier to suffer the humiliation
than face the punishments. It was like a drip, with every drop of water a bit
more of Ben's resistance was worn away.

Ben hated it. His musings were interrupted by urine hitting his face, again. He
preferred the rope bondage where he could let his mind wander in the peaceful
library and left alone.

“Hold it” an American voice called. Ben looked up to see the school slave
backing off. The American guard stood in front of Ben and revealed his cock.
Ben had seen the ugly circumcised cock more times than he could remember. “Face
forward” the guard ordered.

Again it was easier to comply. Facing forward the rough skinned cock head was
brought to the ring of Ben's mouth, stretched open by the gag. The stream of
disgusting liquid hit the back of Ben's throat and he choked. Swallowing some,
the rest flowed out of the gag. The American chuckled and zipped himself up.

“Take him” the guard ordered and walked out. The slave under supervision
released Ben and the other slaves from their positions. Coming out of the
public toilet into the School's foyer the sound of the Madam's hash voice
resonated round the grand entrance.

A moment’s pause occurred before she tried to continue. The footman at the head
of the entourage stopped. Ben couldn't help looking up. A young dark haired
woman was coming towards them. Her black hair was up, showing a long graceful
neck. Dressed in a bronze coloured full length silk dress going right down to
the floor. Her eyes, ringed in dark mascara and of a lovely shade of dark
brown. Ben liked her eyes, they were genuine and warm with a hint of fear.

The Madam wasn't happy. “Ms Severine” the Madam warned. Flicking her eyes to a
set of bodyguards in black suits.

The woman stood not far from him. Her nose twitched at his obvious smell. She
however seemed to  understand. “My Employer will quadruple his offer” the woman
said not even looking at the Madam only at him. Ben wanted to go to the strange
woman, his training was stopping him. He was finding it harder to do anything
unless ordered to.

The Madam let out an explosive breath at the offer. “As I have told you it is
not mine to sell. You must direct all enquiries to Merovingian” the Madam said.
Clearly tempted by the offer.

“If he was open. Would I be here” the woman stated. The new woman finally
returned her attention to the Madam, “Need I remind you of the heavily
discounted help we gave in dealing with MI6”

“Ms Severine this is not the time or place” The Madam hissed. A flick of the
eye to the footman had them moving again.

“Fifty million US” was the last Ben heard of the woman the Madam called Ms
Severine, as he was led away.

--

In the theatre once his eyes had been fixed open, nausea inducing drip and the
electric shock system set up. The screen came to life and it showed his MI6 ID.
“Ben Coulter” the cultured, disembodied voice said.

It was the last refuge of himself. Ever since he started working for MI6 he had
used the identity. Annie, Underwood, Hal, Peter, Kate the people he worked with
all knew of him as such. He had been thinking of himself as Ben Coulter for
longer than any other identity.

The two Christmas parties where shown. In one picture the Cyber division staff,
where they got the austere Underwood hammered. Ben wore a pink paper hat with
white ball-ball on the top. By the end his time with MI6 was getting further
corrupted.

The one hope. The memories of James still had not been touched on. They were
the last part of his past. That didn't induce nausea and phantom pain.

“What's your name” Asked a nice feminine voice. It was like M when she wanted
to sound maternal and reassuring. A tall woman with grey hair stepped into
view. She was tall far taller than M and the Madam who ran this perverted
place.

“Ariel, Madam” he answered. It was only the second time he had been asked the
question but remembered it. The red lips of the grey haired woman turned up but
Ben knew she didn't believe it.

“That is the name you were given” She said in a reassuring tone. “What do you
call yourself?”

Ben couldn't turn his head, look away or even blink. “Ben..” his response
ending in a whine as the conditioned pain and nausea hit him.

Stepping forward she stroked his face. “Ariel, you are Ariel. The time has come
for you to use it” She said.

From that point forward everyone use Ariel. Like a dog, 'Here Ariel', 'Sit
Ariel', 'Stand Ariel'

Then there were the ones even a dog wasn't expected to obey. 'Suck, Ariel',
'Swallow, Ariel', 'Spread'm, Ariel'

--

The sex class. Ariel and his partner were writhing. The two virgin boys were
looking at them, studying the movement, going from one technique, flowing to
another.

After Ariel carefully guide his partner's weeping erection to his hole. A slow
sensual thrust and the cock buried deep and satisfying after the extended
foreplay.

With his partner above him. Ariel put his left hand to the back of the
Partner's neck. Winding the other arm around his partner's torso. Ariel rolled
his hips up to meet the incoming thrust.

Moving his right hand down Ariel grasped the muscled arse. Encouraging the
partner to to thrust deeper and quicker.

A smile graced the other man's face. If it was another place in time Ariel
would have sworn there would have been a remark about impatience.

“Back to your partners” the instructor ordered their audience. In French she
instructed them to separate. Leaning close to the Partner the instructor
whispered something. The Silver hair man gave a affirmative response then
looked to Ariel as if he had been told to climb Everest.

A hand came up to Ariel's neck and he was pushed to lie back. A sound,
exploring kiss was given before the Partner moved to his neck. A hand played
with Ariel's nipple as the other continued to caresses his neck.

It was the first time Ariel's partner had acted so assertive and it was putting
him on edge. The rapes in the dorm were the only time he engaged in sexual
activity that he didn't have a measure of control in the situation. Now the
Partner was taking that control away and Ariel didn't like it.

“Shh” the Partner said. Ariel had heard his soft Italian drawl only a few
times. Usually only when he spoke with the Instructor.

Reaching, Ariel ran his hands over his Partner in a desperate attempt to regain
some control. Standing at the foot of the bed was the instructor. Ariel knew
the point of the exercise was to get him accustomed to not being in control but
the logic didn't help suppress the fear.

With his hands held above his head and knees over the Partner's shoulder the
cock started to enter him.

“His pleasure, not yours. Relax let him do as he wishes. Look into his eyes,
your coy smile, roll your hips into the penetration” came the commands. Ariel
did as instructed. “Better” the instructor said.

Forcing his muscles to relax Ariel tried to get into the spirit. He responded,
using his legs to pull himself against the penetrating cock. A slight change of
angle and the cock rubbed over his prostate.

Ariel could feel disapproval radiating of the woman near the end of the bed.
Locking eyes with his partner he sent a silent plea before completely relaxing.

The partner gave the slightest of lifts to his cheek muscle in return. Ariel
let his partner lift one of his legs over his head. The Partner pulled out long
enough to slightly reposition Ariel.

Ariel lay twisted. His back still to the bed while his legs laying to the side.
The Partner moved forward and his cock slid inside, with no resistance. Slowly
he started to build up pace and Ariel forced himself not to respond. He clamped
down on the desire to use a technique to bring his Partner to completion
quicker. Another method of regaining some measure of control.

A pained squeal sounded. Ariel recognised the voice as the girl who clung to
him whenever she could. The instructor froze before heading to the bed near her
desk. Ariel looked into the fearful face of his partner.

Ariel watched as two guards came in. The man who acted as the girl's partner
was backing away from the guards.

Ariel's partner was fading fast. His once filling erection now receding. By the
looks of the other partners, Ariel's was not alone. They all seemed to know
something bad was coming.

Out of the corner of his eye. Ariel could see the tall blond slave held against
the wall. One guard held his left arm and leg with the other held the right arm
and leg.

Just like the old woman, however long ago. The instructor had a knife with a
hooked blade in hand. Without ceremony or compassion and heedless of his pleas,
the Instructor grasped the man's balls and cock in one hand and with one pass
of the blade they were severed.

The guards pulled the whimpering man out, trailing blood in his wake. The
Instructor approached the girl who Ariel couldn't see. There was a squeak and
the Instructor returned to her desk dropping the white arm band on the surface.

“Move!” the Instructor barked at the room.

Ariel's partner tried but his erection was gone. Ariel could fell the flaccid
member inside him. If the Partner moved it would slip out.

The Partner looked at Ariel in desperation. Giving a slight wriggle to a
trapped wrist. The Partner let up. Leaving his right hand in the man's grasp.
Ben brought the left down and around his back. Finding the cock barely inside
him. Ariel circled the cock with thumb and index finger.

With his fingers as a makeshift cock ring. Ariel started to rhythmically clench
his internal muscles. Keeping eye contact, the Partner got the hint. He started
to play with Ariel's nipples and torso eventual moving to his cock. The added
stimulation helping Ariel contract and twitch his internal muscles.

With Ariel's fingers trapping the blood. Slowly the cock inside Ariel started
to swell. Releasing his grasp round the cock. Ariel returned the wrist to his
prater’s grasp. With a small grateful smile the Partner started shallow
thrusts.

“I knew it” came a voice from near the foot of the bed. Ariel had only ever
heard the instructor speak English a few times and only once before to him. Her
tone was oddly defeated and it made Ariel concerned. He felt he had the best
relationship with her.

At the end of the lesson. Ariel gave a quick glance to the instructor. She was
sitting at her desk with her head in her hands. The warnings of the South
African to the American came back to Ariel. Is that what he meant by clean
shaven. And what would happen to the person who allowed it to happen.

After another session in the theatre and the daily punishments. Ariel part of
the audience as he did not fight at the pool in the morning. He had been
fighting less and less, in all things.

In the dorm the girl although frighten came to his side as soon as they were
both through the door. Ariel noticed the dried blood staining her inner thighs.
He couldn't ask what happened as talking was forbidden and punished both
immediately and at the daily whippings.

It didn't take much though to figure out. Her partner had got over stimulated
and his cock found its target. The Girl valued for her status was now neither a
virgin or an experience lover. Ariel feared what would happen to her.

Shielded by Ariel, Tattoos who was now being called Picts by the staff.
Castrated had not been given a name, neither had the girl. The girl washed with
as much privacy the three could create. Including removing a new addition of a
rather small buttplug.

After the meal of thin gruel and supplement drink the students were secured to
the platforms. Ariel's heart sank. The Italian and his younger companion were
to be on duty tonight. Both were already in the guard room when the entrance
door opened. The American entered. He went to the guard room, immediately. The
South African arrived and he chattered away in his native Afrikaans to a new
guard. Another man came in and went to the guard's room as well.

Visions of what happened to the older Girl haunted Ariel. Sitting up he looked
at the guard room, he had been in there. There was barely enough room for
himself and the big guard. Six would be uncomfortable in the tight space.
'They're preparing' Ben thought with dread.

The girl was in the second spot from the guard room. Ariel was on the last spot
before the showers on the opposite side. Looking down his row there was the
vacant teenager beside Ariel. Then Picts  with another unknown between him and
Castrated.

Breathing faster Ariel was starting to hyperventilate. 'I'll be aware for all
of it' Ariel's panicked mind chanted. Only one thing came to mind but it
wouldn't be enough.

The Guard room door opened. “Not you Slut” the American spat, coming out first.
He was not Ariel's target. If he could lighten the load by one Ariel was
willing to do it. When his South African appeared Ariel moaned.

“Not tonight” the South African drawled. The girl screamed as groping hands
yanked her to her knees.

Turning round, onto his knees. Placing his shoulder to the mattress. Ariel
spread his legs and brought his hands between them. Feeling between his arse
cheeks Ariel found the T bar. Letting out a moan Ariel played with the
buttplug.

Hearing more remarks about him. Ariel cheered internally. The comments were
nasty and proved he was being paid attention to. With one hand playing with his
buttplug and the other massaging his cock. Letting out a gasp as he brushed his
thumb over his cock head. At the same time Ariel twisted the plug and pushed it
in as far as it would go. Making a disappointed sound, it wasn't stimulating
his prostate.   

Familiar burly and rough hands clasped around his hips. “Slut” the South
African purred.

“Please, Sir” Ariel begged, looking over his shoulder.

The back of the hand playing with the plug was brushed by a cloth covered
bulge. Releasing the plug and cock. Ariel pushed himself up onto his elbows and
looked over his shoulder. Sending pleading eyes up at the man.

The South African looked over to the girl then back to Ariel. “I'm sure I have
two in me” He purred and delivered a forceful open hand slap to the offered
arse. Sending Ariel sprawling.

“Is that what you want Sir” Ariel asked, as he picked himself up from the force
of the blow. Showing his arse to the burly guard for good measure.

Ariel though he heard reluctance as he was patted on the arse and told, “Not
yet”

Feeling the plug being worked loose and pulled out. Ariel dropped from his
knees and turned to sit looking up at the Guard. Fixing wide open and pleading
eyes and pressing out his bottom lip.

“Please, Sir” Ariel begged touching a hesitant finger to the man's buckle.

The guard became suspicious and Ariel tried to make his eyes as pleading as
possible. “Be a good boy” the guard ordered. Ariel gave an exaggerated bob of
the head. Distracting and exhausting was his goal, not attacking.

Getting permission Ariel open the buckle, popped the button and unzipped the
fly. As usual the revealed cock was already hard. Suckling it down to the root
Ariel placed his hands on the other man's hips. As the guard got into the
blowjob, he started to thrust. Ariel didn't want him to end so quickly, this
time.

Increasing the pressure in the hips, the guard took the hint and moved to sit
on the platform. It would have been easier if his ankle wasn't bound to the
platform but Ariel didn't want to break the Man's concentration with something
so suspicious.

Straddling the Guard's hips. Ariel could see Picts had drawn the Italian
guard's attention. Castrated was also attempting to attract the attention of
one of the other guards. The sound of the awful whimpering in time to a
thumping squelch Ariel couldn't look at.

Resting the guards cock along the crack of his arse. Ariel started to rock
against it. Leaning down Ariel pushed the guard's black t-shirt up his
barrelled stomach. Ariel had felt the power of the muscles under the layer of
fat. Laying kisses to the torso Ariel sought out the patches of skin the guard
didn't know affected him.

Two hands clamped on Ariel's hips with bruising force. “Fucking teasing slut”
the Guard groaned.  Ariel was giving a broad lick, under the round of a
pectoral as he tweaked the nipple and massaged the other. All the time he slid
his arse along the cock. The guard wasn't even inside him and he was giving
signs of how close he was.

The only fear Ariel had was the guard would break and just fuck him, quick and
hard. He held a line between teasing and and stimulating.

Ariel slid down. His secured left ankle couldn't move so he ended up with his
knee pressed against his chest. The Yoga classes paying off, in his increased
flexibility.

As he moved Ariel could see Castrated riding someone while Picts had the the
Italian moving on top of him. The girl was crying out of view, Ariel couldn't
turn his head without breaking the moment. Or that is what he told himself.

Now with the guard's cock rubbing against his stomach and chest. Ariel worked
his mouth on the flab cover stomach. The hair sticking to his tongue but Ariel
ignored it. Knowing how bad it looked if he stopped and picked it off.

The guard was thrusting is cock against Ariel's chest smearing a trail of pre
cum. The guard tried to push Ariel's head lower but the secured leg would go no
further without doing damage.

Ducking his head. Ariel brushed off the hand. The act of defiance was
immediately recognised. Cringing in the face of the furious glare.

“Pleases Sir, may I ride your cock” Ariel said. Hating how the begging sounded
so genuine.

The guard called him a slut again and lay back down. Moving up, the pressure on
his secured leg letting up. Straddling the Guard's hips. Ariel reached both
hands behind him to expose his chest, stomach and erection to the Guard in an
elegant and decadent backward arch. Behind his back Ariel grasped the guard's
cock and brought the head to his entrance.

Immediately when the guard's cock was in position, he thrust up, hard and fast.
Ariel stifled the pained noise, turning it into a groan of pleasure. Keeping
his internal muscles relaxed and letting the Guard do all the thrusting. Ariel
grabbed his ankles to keep him in the bowed position. Letting the guard exhaust
himself with the exertion while giving as little friction as possible. Ariel
endured the thrusting.

Growling the Guard grabbed the skin either side of Ariel's arse lifting and
dropping him down. Following the move Ariel did no more than necessary.

Ariel moaned and whined in erotic passion. Looking down with deeply concealed
pride. The guard's face red with tendons in the neck standing taught. He was
sweating, panting and groaning out his sexual exhaustion. Knowing he had taken
the guard as far as he could. Ariel still in the bowed position rocked his
hips, tightening his internal muscles.

It took only one. His hips were pulled down as the guard thrust up and roared
his orgasm. The person who slept beside Ariel cringed at the sound so close. It
was only the second time Ben had seen his neighbour react to outside stimulus
without a direct order.  

The guard collapsed back closing his eyes. Ariel tightened his internal muscles
attempting to keep the slight stimulus going and the orgasm pulsing in the
guard. Lying on top of the guard Ariel pressed his face into the crook of the
man's neck. Still he rhythmically tightened the internal muscles, curious as to
why the guard had not gone soft.

A while passed and the Guard was still recovering. His still hard cock inside
Ariel. 'Viagra' Ariel thought. It would explain why there was time between
going to bed and the guards having their fun.

'They need chemical stimulus' Ariel though and it fit with the theory he had.
That the conduct of the dorm guards was not just ignored or tolerated but as
much a part of the school's training as the other classes.

A hand patting his head pulled Ariel from his musings. “A right Slut” came the
tired South African accent. Despite him being compos mentis, the guard made no
move to disentangle himself from the Slave.

Ariel could hear similar exhausted comments in Italian and the eastern language
of the country he suspected the school was located in.

A guttural language Ariel could identify as Afrikaans came from behind him. The
Guard beneath responded with a bit of annoyance and still made no attempt to
remove himself from under Ariel. Ariel for his part hoped the guard would stay
there all night.

The guard swore a little later and Ariel felt the cock inside him deflating. He
was rolled off the guard and the man stood. The room was silent except for
crying coming from the girl's side of the dormitory.

Ariel looked up. The South African was the only guard in the dorm. He went to
the girl and made an exhausted groan. Further proving he had been ordered to be
part of the gang rape. Looking back to Ariel the red lights only allowing for a
vague outline of the man. “You planed this” the guard asked.

“Yes, Sir”Ariel replied meekly. Hating that salutations like Sir were now
ingrained and he couldn't drop them easily.

“Whore, not a slut” He spat then looked at the girl. “Fuck it” he grumbled and
headed for the exit. With a flash of the outside white light he left. After he
had gone the two other boys briefly sat up and looked around.  

Automatically Ariel patted about for his buttplug. A movement from his
neighbour and the metal plug rolled into Ariel leg. Picking it up he inserted
it and lay down, closing his eyes. He could feel the sweat making the plastic
mattress slippery. The smell of the South African's after shave filling his
nostrils.

The morning was chaos. The lights flooded the dorm. All the students were
dragged to their feet and ushered out, before their shower.

They were brought to the whipping post. The young girl, Ariel, Castrated and
Picts were separated. The crowd seemed larger than Ariel had ever seen it
before. School Slaves and Guards where there in abundance. Ariel recognised his
Partner with silver hair and a few other partners from the Sex lessons. Who had
never been here before.

A wooden horse had been set up in front of the whipping post. Ariel, Picts and
Castrated were secured by their collars to the hitching rail.

The girl was taken to the horse. Laying along the horse her hands and feet were
secured to the legs. It started with the guards of the night before. By the
time the six had their go the girl had stopped screaming. Then the other
assembled guards started the procession up to her.  

Ariel shouted at the Madam as she watched in furious contempt. Her dark brown
eyes flicked to him then returned to the gang rape happening before her. The
procession of men moving onto to the school slaves.

Casting aside the complacency and dwindling hope. Ariel embraced his hatred. It
burned inside like a fire. He wanted to rip the Bitch apart along with the
guards and the school. In that moment life and future were no longer important
he wanted to rage.

Just as Ariel's partner stepped up to the girl he flicked his eyes to him. With
a cringe he pulled out his cock, closing his eyes he took his turn.

After all the men had a go, the girl looked so still as to be unconscious. She
was not. Ariel watched the Madam looked at him then approached the girl. She
lifted the girl's face up, looked into the absent, open eyes and shook her
head.

Two guards came up to the girl and unsecured her. They started dragged her
further out into the grounds. The Madam came to the hitching rail. Looking at
them. “Your Masters will not be pleased” She growled.

Ariel didn't know if Picts could understand English and he didn't think
Castrated had a master. Both looked perplexed by the Madam's words. It meant
she was just talking to him.

Picts gasped and Ariel followed his line of sight. The girl had been left in
the middle of the grass and two Alsations had been released and were closing in
on her unmoving body. Ariel shouted at the Madam, hissing and spat his hate.

The two next to Ariel whimpered and cowered at what Ariel was doing and what
was happened to the girl. Ariel stopped, the dogs were on the girl and pulling
her apart. A few more dogs also arrived. The faint growling was all Ariel could
here.

The two boys who helped Ariel distract the guards the night before were
whipped, unconscious. They were alternated until neither could be woken.

Making sure he saw his conspirators being punished. Ariel was the last to be
taken up. Strung between the posts the single charge was read by the Madam
herself. “Descent!” she called and lash after lash landed.

Ariel held out as long as possible before his back, arse and legs felt like a
mass of burning flesh. He screamed, the Madam had a malicious smile. The lashes
continued to land on Ariel's back.

Floating in and out of consciousness the Madam stepped up to Ariel's hanging
head. “Your pathetic display was useless. Now your Master will have to pay for
our loss and you will have to answer to him.”

“I can pay. 100,000 U.S.” Ariel mumbled past the pain. Getting a nasty smile
The Madam stepped back. The next lot of lashes landed on his front.

“NOT ENOUGH, $500,000!” Ariel screamed. The Madam didn't like the continued
defiance and nodded to the whip bearer.

Ariel woke still strung between the whipping posts. The lashes stated landing
and Ariel screamed “$1,000,000!”

The Madam was looking concerned. Ariel was tapping into the punishment to fuel
his defiance. He had gained friends who followed his lead and subverted the
conditioning. It had been years since someone so problematic had passed the
doors.

There was also the position of the school. They had taken the commission to
train Merovingian's new Valet. MI6, Severine's employer and Merovingian had put
the school in the middle of a power struggle. This person was more trouble than
he was worth.

“$2,000,000!” interrupted the Madam's musing.

“Stop” she called. When the Slave blacked out again.

--

Ariel woke to lips kissing his torso. The simple touch sending sheer pain
through him. The weight of lying on the soft bed also too much. Whining Ariel
forced his eyes open.

A crack and Ariel screamed as his outer leg was hit. The kisses didn't stop and
Ariel couldn't get a fix on his location. A harsh masculine voice snapped
something in French. It was something about responding.

Whimpering Ariel curled into a ball. The body above him pulled off and more
lashes landed on his back.

“Useless”the unknown voice barked. There was something about the whipping post
as well.

Crying, he was finally left alone. The soft voice of Ariel's Parter whispered,
“You have to push beyond”

Cracking an eye open Ariel recognised his Partner. He was in the room where the
Sex lessons were held. Tuning from the fancy plaster cornicing. Ariel looked to
his partner. The warm brown eyes flicked to the desk at the far end.

There was a tall thin man in black suit standing in front of it. A crop in
hand. Eagle-eyed and hooked nose he looked over the room. He wore a permanent
sneer as he watched over the lesson.

The Partner started kissing his neck again. Ariel lifted his arms and wrapped
them round his partner's neck and despite the pain, pressed closer to him.
 
'unconvincing, 'pathetic' the instructor snapped with Ariel only able to
capture a few words of his condemning remarks.

By the time the class ended Ariel could move, just. His skin felt so fragile
like it would split any moment spilling his gut out. Then images of guts being
left behind as a body was dragged past him. Then a carcass strewn over green
grass. Ariel couldn't get the haunted visions from his mind.

In the theatre they went over more of his past. More pain and reinforcing the
corruption of Ariel's memories. Then there came new images and films. A series
of shots from a first person perspective.

A man getting a shave, then as his throat was slit. Pain coursed through Ariel
from the electrodes. A man sleeping then as a cord was wrapped round his neck
and more pain came. More and more of a person in a vulnerable position being
killed. All from the killer's perspective. Given the mentality of the people
around him. Ariel didn't think it was special effects.

Looking at the two empty spaces on the girls side of the dorm. Ariel collapsed
onto the boys platform, at his spot. Curling into a ball he let his mind go
numb. The grief, pain and hate exhausting.

Ariel's ankle cuff was released. He had not noticed the ankle being locked in
the first place or the lights going out. “Lets see why the boss likes you so
much” came the American's voice. Ariel's anger and hate had burned out hours
ago and it left him empty.

Numbly he was dragged to the guard room. A small room with a desk and monitors,
showing the dormitory. There was a small table with a coffee pot, newspapers
and a few mugs on it. A door lead to a private toilet.

The American sat in the swivel chair by the desk. Ariel was about to kneel
between his legs when he was told to stop. As the guard's worried green eyes
flicked about. Ariel noticed the South African was not there and he had not
been in the dorm.

“Were you lying, about the money” the American asked very quietly. Ariel had
considered trying to bribe someone but none seemed open enough. The American
seemed to enjoy the cruelty in particular.

Suspecting it was a trap but unable to pass up the opportunity. “No, Sir” Ariel
said unable to drop the submissive tone or salutation. “I can access three
caches of $20,000 immediately. I have three further caches one of  $100,000 and
one of $500,000 but I need to be a certain locations to access them. The last
cache is of over $1,000,000. I would need to collect the Log Book or my finger
print is required to access it. Sir”

Ariel waited. He had answered the question as instructed. He had not done
anything wrong. He could see the greed in the American's eye. The American was
weighing his options. “Give me the sixty thousand.” the American demanded.

It was now or never and he could see the greedy, grubby and grasping hands of a
cruel and spoiled child in a man's body. “You could have all of it, and more,
much more. Getting money is not an issue. Millions, tens of millions even
billions. Sir” Ariel offered.

“You want me to get you out” the guard mused. “Only you?”

Ariel ducked his head, “Yes” he said. Cowardice and shame coursed through him.

“Give me the sixty thousand now and I will see” the guard demanded.

“Sir, I will need a computer with internet connection and a destination bank
account please” Ariel responded.

Pushing away the guard indicated the computer. Kneeling at the desk Ariel
started the browser. He found a site that allowed him do do what he needed.

“What is telnet:127.0.0.1“ the guard asked nervously.

“Telnet allows me to log into and control another computer. 127.0.0.1 is the
computer I'm accessing” Ariel informed.

“Where am I sending the money to, Sir” Ariel asked. A bank card was placed on
the desk. Along the bottom was an account number and sort code. 'K. Vireem'
Ariel learned was the name of his tormentor.

“Done, Sir” Ariel informed.

***** Aurora School of Excellence: 07/08 Comming to an end *****
Chapter Summary
     Q's time is drawing to a close. There is still more to learn before
     Graduation though
The next day passed in the horrific usual of the school. The pool where Ariel
no longer protested. Ariel glanced at the main pool with fear as he was led
past it. Off to the side Ariel was taken to the room with sloped recess.
Secured down the water slowly crept up Ariel's body and over his head. He still
begged and pleaded until submerged. Loosing consciousness he blacked out, to
awaken with the water being forced from his lungs.

Next he was taken to the sex lesson. Now with the male instructor. He wasn't as
nice as the woman but she had not been back since the girl lost her virginity.
Ariel's partner didn't like him for some reason either. There was no obvious
sign of the hate but Ariel would bet on it.

Then came a class Ariel had been dreading. In the library he was put into a
bondage pose by the small Japanese man. Arms behind him. Legs tied, bent back
on themselves. A clicking of a hoist sounded as Ariel felt the rope tightening
round his hips and waist.

The ropes pulling him into the air were around his hips and groin. Ariel's hips
were in the air along with his legs first. His head was the last to leave the
ground and remand low as he dangled. The floor was a few inches from Ariel's
nose.

The instructor having completed his task started to potter about the room. It
left Ariel with nothing but his thoughts. “Please let me down” Ariel asked. It
took bending his neck as far back as it could go, to be able to see the man.

There was concern and fear in the instructor's face. “No, son. You must endure.
You will survive” the accent thick and in compassionate tones. Letting his head
hang Ariel didn't try and stop the tears from falling.

Quietly he fell into that place, whenever in the restrictive bondage. A place
like on the cusp of sleep and wakefulness. A place where his subconsciousness
could still be perceived, were his mind worked without direction.

Blood and pain flowed before Ariel's eyes. More and more of his memories were
damaged even the though of remembering filled him with dread. James was still
safe, as were the interactions he had with the man. Little of his life could be
remembered without the conditioned response of nausea and pain. Even the stuff
MI6 hadn't known about. The school didn't know, but suspected and it was close
enough to the truth.

A small body, so broken that even conscious couldn’t scream as it was torn to
pieces. Dogs snarling and fighting over the scraps. Two dogs playing tug of
war. Ariel wanted to be sick and not from the conditioning. He hadn't even seen
that much so focused on the Madam but Ariel's imagination had filled in the
gaps.

Hatred bubbled up in Ariel and left a bitter taste in his mouth. Taking a
shuddering breath a singing came to him. It was the instructor, a familiar soft
tune like a lullaby. Ariel mumbled along only mouthing the words as he though
he heard them.

The thought of the American came to mind. Had he just robed him or was the
prospect of a lot of money enough of a motivator to gain his help.

A soft exhale of breath made Ariel look up to the instructor. Their eyes met
and Ariel had the unwelcome feeling the man could read him. The instructor
would wear this concerned and frightened expression, always well hidden. Ariel
dropped his head to break eye contact and hide his hope, fear, anger and above
all his hate from the to observant man.

Finally there was the theatre where his past was further corrupted and
conditioned. The punishment was difficult, not the mid teenage boy being
whipped. Ariel looked out to the grass lawn where the girl died two days ago.

The three boys didn't go as close to each other as before. The showering in
proximity had ended. Ariel knew the end result was his doing. In retrospect he
knew that little happened at random here. After the girl lost her virginity she
would have to be sold as an expert and she needed experience. If he had let her
endure what every other non virgin had endured she would have survived. Guilt
and hate warred in Ariel's mind over the events.

The group of students moving pulled Ariel from his musings. Looking at the four
students displaying their welts, as he was required. Ariel followed the person
in front of him back into the house.

Again the only guard on duty was the American. He looked at Ariel then averted
his eyes. In the middle of the night he came to Ariel. Feeling his hips pulled
up and his buttplug being pulled out. The screech of a zip opening, echoed.
Then Ariel felt the cock enter him. Short shallow thrust started and the Guard
leaned over Ariel wrapping an arm round his chest.

“Shame. I'm leaving tomorrow” the guard purred very quietly in Ariel's ear.
Ariel wasn't sure if that meant he was going with or if the guard was going on
his own.

The next morning Ariel was woken before the others. The lights were still in
the red low light mode. The person who woke him was not the American. Only as
he was escorted out of the dorm did he recognise the Italian guard. Short with
darker skin and pointed nose and balding head.

Frogmarched outside into the light of the braking dawn. There was a crowd
around the Whipping post.

Ariel was the only slave present. Not even the school's slaves were there. It
was far more than the normal token representation of the staff. All staff and
guards seemed to have assembled, including the ones that didn't usually attend.
At the front where the students would usually stand was the woman instructor
from the sex lessons. Beside her was the Japanese man and the South African
Guard. Ariel recognised some of those present as Instructors from various other
classes.

The American guard was strung between the posts with a ball gag in his mouth.
The Madam furious, her face red and contorted in a cruel sneer, pointed an
accusing finger at Ariel. “Sixty thousand and this guard was willing to betray
us, threaten our school, us, our way of life” The Madam screeched. She didn't
mention the rest Ariel had offered.

Ariel could see it was not the normal whip bearer. It was the black man who had
whipped him in the class room. Behind him was a tall white man with an
animalistic obliviousness about him. Like the black instructor he was striped
to the waist and bore some nasty scars across his defined chest.

The Italian held firm to Ariel's collar as the Madam continued to preach to the
staff and guards. Finishing the speech. “Doctore, Crixus” the Madam snapped.

The Madam came to Ariel's side “You are a poison apple. I have recommended to
you master that certain precautions should be taken. I'm waiting to see if you
can be lobotomised” She said in quiet tones as the whipping instructor and the
white man striped the American.

With the the naked man strung eagle between the posts. His shredded combat
clothing littering the ground around him. The frightened green eyes darting
about. Desperately looking to the stony face of the South African guard, for
help. The ball gag causing muffled whines as he tried to beg.

“Begin” the Madam commanded.

Ariel's whipping instructor stood in front of the bound guard. While the white
whip bearer was at the guard's back. Together they started laying into the
guard. Every lash tore skin and cut deep. The gag didn't lessen the screams.

Even after the murder of the girl who had shown him compassion and friendship.
After being raped by the man and tormented for his amusement. And his part in
the gang rape of the young girl. Ariel couldn't find any satisfaction in the
man's pain. Even when he though he would. Ariel felt hollow as the American
guard was shredded under the expert hand of the two instructors.

The two whip armed men stopped. The American was cut down. Any thought that the
butchered body could survive ended. Just like the woman he murdered, a meat
hook was dug into what was left of his torso and the American was dragged off.
Ariel's hate for the man didn't die with him.

“You are not the first. You will not be the last. We have have never failed to
train a slave.” The madam snapped, harsh and quiet. Then like a switch the
anger was gone, her face softened as did her tone of voice. She gave a soft sad
smile as she spoke tenderly. “The earlier and quicker you accept your place
Ariel. The more of who you are will survive. I don't want to lobotomise you, it
makes for a poor quality of slave”

Ariel hated her. The soft tone so like M's in her office, like a kindly teacher
giving difficult advice. Just as softly and with absolute certainty. “M feared
me because she knows how much damage I can do. I will ensure everyone here
fears me by my end” Ariel responded.

There was a soft smile from the Madam and she nodded to the Italian guard.
Returned to the dorm. The Italian and South African switched to the normal
lights. Ariel headed to the shower. The two guards released the other Slaves.

After washing, Ariel returned to his spot to wait for the rest to finish and
get breakfast. The Students were handed the small cups of food and orange
drink. Ariel reached up to accept his two small cups.

A small cover bowl was placed in one hand as a cup of cold milk was in the
other. Lifting the lid off the bowl. Ariel’s stomach growled. It was a bowl of
thicker porridge with broken up crispy bacon, maple syrup and some sort of
spice.

Looking up. Every student who could smell the sweet, spicy, warm and inviting
food looked on in jealousy. “Eat up Slut” the South African barked.

“Sir, is this right” Ariel asked holding up the bowl.

“Eat” he barked.

After the pool Ariel was taken to the theatre. Sitting in the chair, ankles
secured, eyes fixed open, drip attached, electrodes attached. Unlike before, a
board was placed across the arms of the chair. Fixed across Ariel’s lap it made
a desk on which a laptop was placed. Ariel's cuffs were secured just in front
of the keyboard.

The authoritative Shakespearean voice sounded around the room. “You have
unrestricted access to the internet. To access it, you just need to accept the
pain” the voice said.

Ariel hesitantly touched the keyboard. Pain coursed through him. Forcing
himself to press on Ariel brought up a browser. Going to a few websites he did
seem to have access to the internet. Pulling his fingers from the keyboard the
pain stopped but the nausea remained.

'What can I do?' Ariel asked himself. Sixsmith was dead. Of the people he
worked with only Kate would be likely to do something or not believe M if she
lied. James, there was something up with him and why was Peabody sent after
him.

Looking back at the screen the pain began again. He didn't want to be obvious
as he searched for his goal. Ariel pulled up a site. A news article got his
attention. Clicking on the link it took Ariel to a news website. 'Is this the
same man' was the head line. One picture was of James at the embassy shooting
the bomb maker, who's phone he had analysed. The other was tourist photo of
James in Istanbul a few months after his capture.

In the body of the article was a link to the Times website. There an obituary
was brought up. “No” Ariel whined in grief.

The laptop was slammed shut. The man who set up the electrodes was looking
panicked. It was the shortest session Ariel had in the theatre. With James
gone. Ariel’s hope went with him.

The next time when Ariel was strapped into the chair and the laptop was placed
in front of him he didn't try to touch it.

James was not the biggest blow but it was the final straw. There was no one,
nothing to put his lingering hope in.

What followed felt like months or years, Ariel didn't care. Apart from quiet
moments his mind was mostly blank. He followed orders and instructions as if a
doll.

--

In the the library Ariel was relaxed. He was suspended face down in a flat
horizontal position, with legs folded back on themselves. He was fairly high
up, nearly two meters off the ground. He was higher than the Japanese man was
tall.

Every so often a breeze would make him swing slightly. It felt like he was
flying and he liked it. The Yoga instructor entered and sat with the Bondage
Instructor at his desk.

Ariel suspected they were lovers if not married. The flamboyant bohemian Yoga
instruct calmed down a lot in the Japanese man's presence. The Japanese man
seemed to have a tiny but noticeable uplift to his round face in her presence.

They spoke softly in Japanese over tea. It sound like they were planning
something but Ariel couldn't understand.

--

The South African now seemed to be under the supervision of the Italian. When
he came out of the guard room in the middle of the night there was no desire.
He wanted to fuck Ariel as much as Ariel wanted to be fucked. The moment he was
finished he returned to the guard room. The names had stopped as well. The
guard barely looked at Ariel and now no longer spoke unless required to.

Amongst the students Ariel had become ostracised. The better food, not having
to attend the daily punishment and not receiving the punishment when he did
something wrong. It was all perceived as favouritism from the school. Which was
the point, to fully isolate him from his reaming friends.

They did not see the now daily theatre sessions where he received conditioning.
Now including what they could find on James Bond. It was disjointed and
imprecise. But soon Ariel couldn't think of James either.

After the first time with the laptop Ariel refused to touch it again. So first
person perspectives were shown instead. Including a reenactment of the three
times he had touched a computer in this place. The South Africa was recast in
his part. American was played by someone of similar appearance. There was also
a video of the Madam's office and what Ariel had done just before she arrived.
Soon the skill that saw him through his life was also cut off from him.

--

The black whipping instructor became a daily activity as well. Entering the
room there was a young school slave with the instructor. Ariel put the slave at
very generous 16yo. Wavy blond hair and light blue eyes, he was beautiful.

Ariel was secured eagle in the square frame. The slave stood in front of him.
Pulling the laces of the poet shirt it slipped over the boy's slender frame.
Then the tie of the britches and they fell from the narrow hips. The Slave
stood unashamed in his nudity. Although not tall he looked long as if he had a
growth spurt and he was left a little out of proportion.

His muscles were not too defined but his cock was dispassionately large. It
wasn't erect but with the aid of a cock ring it hung long and thick. Like Ariel
and further distorting his age all pubic hair had been removed.

Stepping forward the slave locked eyes on Ariel as he sunk to his knees.
Maintaining eye contact he engulfed Ariel's flaccid cock, fully. Feeling the
suction and the throat working at the head of his cock.

A light lash landed on the round of Ariel’s arse. It wasn't hard just a warming
sting that Ariel barely reacted to. As the slave suckled him more lashes landed
on Ariel’s back and arse. Feeling his cock harden in the warm, moist, welcoming
heat. Ariel thrust. The lashes started becoming more painful, mixing with the
pleasure of the blowjob.

Torn, the pain of the whip mingled with the consuming pleasure of the mouth
round his cock. Ariel was in torment. The pleasure was building just a bit
quicker than the pain. He thrust and the experienced mouth accommodated the
intruding cock. Ariel screamed and thrust as far as he could. His first orgasm
in months hit, the whip raining down hard and fast.

As Ariel sagged in his restraints the mouth didn't leave his cock, continuing
to suckle him. The pulsing pain from his back mingled with the continued tender
stimulation of his cock. Ariel held on to consciousness with difficulty.

It was the first real orgasm Ariel had had since coming to the school. His
prostate milkings every few days never satisfied. In the sex lessons Ariel had
to find pleasure in giving his partner pleasure. Never was he the one to
receive fulfilment.

The mixing of pain and pleasure continued every day. Every time he was whipped
the slave would suckle his cock, unless CBT was the point of the session. If
his cock or balls were targeted. The Slave moved to the back.

Never having appreciated rimming and not quite comfortable doing it. Ariel soon
learned how good the Slave's tongue could be. In the square frame the
instructor was using a small single strand lash to targeted his cock in a
harness. The harness was leather jockstrap. Cock and balls fed through a hole.
His balls hung low as an in built cock rings held Ariel's penis erect and
sticking out.

Ariel couldn't help twitching his hole as the wet tongue circled and delved in.
A lash landed on his vulnerable cock head as he moaned. Never had Ariel been
really rimmed before if the Slave's ministrations were to go by. No wonder
being penetrated by such a flexible piece of muscle was so sought after. More
lashes landed. Ariel couldn't cum but he did produce a long line of precum that
drooled to the floor.

Another session Ariel was on the sloped horse. With his collar secured to the
lower end and his arse high in the air. Ariel’s legs were secured to the floor
wide apart. The position left the cleft of his arse wide and hole exposed.
Having been in the position many times so the delicate area between his cheeks
and his arse hole could be struck.

The slave crouched between Ariel’s legs and suckled the cock above him. Lashes
rained down on the exposed hole and inner arse cheeks until Ariel shouted his
orgasm. Then a tongue was drawn over his stinging opening. The fire of the skin
and the stimulation of the warm tongue licking and delving inside him. When it
was over and Ariel stood, the burning inner cheeks pressing together. The
entire line of his crack was a stinging mass of burning flesh and slick with
saliva.

Looking to the slave with saliva and cum smearing his lips and chin. A few
vivid strips and spots decorated one of his cheeks.

It hurt where he was hit and having never been hit on the cheek. Ariel could
only imagine the pain the lashes must have caused the blond Slave. Ariel
couldn't remember any disruption in the blowjob. The Slave had been lashed on
the face. And he hadn't even whimpered, for Ariel could remember.  

The only other change in the class was with Ariel back in the square frame.
Blindfolded and secured. Ariel was already hard in anticipation of the
experienced mouth. Which was the point of the new training. To get erotic
stimulation from the punishment.

After being brought to the brink of orgasm the Slave stilled, just holding
Ariel's cock in his mouth. The blindfold was removed and the instructor had
placed four almost identical whips on the floor. The Instructor pointed to each
in turn and gave a numbered designation. He was then ordered to identify the
whip that had been used. Ariel picked the fourth and he was asked “Why?”

Thinking over the lashes Ariel decided he had made a mistake. The whip he had
chosen was too short and stiff the one that had been lashing him had been
longer and more flexible. Admitting his mistake Ariel apologised for his hast
and indicated the second whip.

It wasn't enough. The mouth pulled off his cock and he was whipped until he
lost his erection. Then the process was repeated. This time Ariel thought about
his answer and he was allowed to spill his cum into the welcoming mouth.

--

The sex lessons ended. The last few occurring in the pool. Immediately after
being asphyxiated in the sloped recess. Ariel was taken to the main pool.

The partners arrived along with the hook nosed male instructor. Then the
students. The partners striped off and climbed into the pool. Then the students
were ordered to join them.

Ariel wanted to beg as he usually did on the sloped recess. He didn't, he had
been begging less and less. Just wanting to get the ordeal over with. The woman
and two men kept a carefully watch over what was happening.

Slowly Ariel climbed down. He was scared he didn't like the water now. He
couldn't fight the orders though. Standing in front of his partner. Ariel
concentrated on not freaking out.

The smarmy nasal voice of the instructor echoed around the room. It was the
eastern language of the school. Ariel was beginning to recognise a few phrases
now. The one for blowjob was common. Then the Partner translated. ”Take a
breath, drop below the water and using your mouth bring your partner to orgasm
in that single breath”

Many of those present ducked under the water easily. Trying to make his mind
numb, Ariel dropped under the water. Grasping the Partner's hips. Ariel opened
his mouth and the water flooded in, gasping. Before he could loose conciousness
he was pulled up, gasping and chocking.

The woman who watched him drown was beside him and the two men were pulling him
out of the pool. Ariel barely noticed the sex lesson instructor being hissed at
by one of the lifeguards and backing off.

When Ariel could breath again he was ordered to try again.

--

A new classes was French. In a mock up of a traditional classroom. Individual,
wooden sloped desks. A blackboard taking up the largest wall. Ariel was taught
properly with several other students. The old teacher was as wide as he was
high. Grey hair sticking out from the cap of his mortarboard. A squint eye
behind little round glasses. He was the first person to introduce himself.

Mr Hector wanted to play the traditional teacher and he was good enough so they
let him. Along with the mortarboard he dressed in a black gown and had a bamboo
cane with a hooked bend.

He reminded Ariel of the pervert who taught at his school. The one that sat the
girls in the front row, the ones with shortest skirts. Dropped a pen, taking
five minutes to pick it up. Then Ariel or at the time Tom had learned he hadn't
just been content to look.

This one however didn't discriminate. He liked to use the cane on the bare
bottoms of all. Ariel was standing trying to read something off the blackboard
and give the proper respond. After the blasted and repeated “non” and being
called,“stupid boy”Ariel automatically assumed the position.

Leaning forward Ariel grasped the far edge of his desk. Hector came to him,
smiling at his growing erection. Several stinging lashes later and a meaty hand
pawed his arse. “do better, boy”

With a final pat to his arse Ariel stood straight again and started to respond
to the phrase on the blackboard. Ariel was not the only one to bend over their
desk. Hector made sure all of the eight students received the cane at least
once.

Doing some work from text books. The teacher puffed and panted as he walked up
and down the rows. Stopping beside Ariel, he somehow managed to lower himself
to a knee. A hand that looked like the fingers were too fat to bend was placed
on Ariel’s thigh. As the teacher discussed and praised Ariel’s workbook. The
ballooned hand slid up to play with his cock.

Ariel had been molested and raped. Touched against his will more times than he
could count. The way the teacher acted, trying to hide and ignore his own
conduct left Ariel feeling dirty. Withdrawing his hand the teacher pulled
himself back to his feet. With a pat to the shoulder he went to see what one of
the girls was doing.

Out of the corner of his eye Ariel saw the teacher's hand slide up and between
her legs. Like Ariel she had learned to school her features and ignored the
action as the teacher desired.

At the end of one class the teacher called Ariel to wait. The teacher had been
working his way through the them and Ariel thought he knew what was coming. The
footman said he would wait outside.

Instructed to sit at one of the front desks. Mr Hector started by discussing
his progress. Ariel wanted to scream at the man to drop the act and fuck him
already. His training stopped him.

Coming to stand beside Ariel. Mr Hector started talking about an oral practice.
Ariel could no longer cringe at such things no mater how disgusted he actually
felt. Giving the expected response, as if an innocent student.“I do wish to do
better, Sir”

A meaty hand landed on the back of Ariel’s neck and brought his face the the
fly of the man's trousers. Unzipping it Ariel reached in and couldn't find
anything. He kept touching indistinct lumps of cloth covered flesh. Nothing
felt like a cock.

Popping the button Ariel pried apart the trousers and pushed the shirt up. The
man's underwear was high up on the rolling stomach. Pulling the disgusting Y-
fronts down Ariel still wasn't sure where the cock was.
 
“Please Sir. May I kneel” Ariel asked looking up at the man with big pleading
eyes. After being told off and repeating the request in French, permission was
given. Slipping to his knees Ariel could finally see the balls under the over
hanging stomach.

The cock when he found it was buried under fat. It looked tiny in comparison to
the man it was on. With his nose buried under the fold of fat. Ariel sucked the
skin of the cock. Using his tongue Ariel stimulated the head. It took ages to
harden and sweat was being smeared over Ariel's face. Drips were pulled up his
nose with ever breath.

At least with the cock hard Ariel could roll the foreskin back to lavish
attention to the exposed gland. The thrust from the bulky man nearly sent him
flying. Using a lot of tongue, stroking being impractical. Ariel brought the
teacher to a groaning orgasm. A thin trickle of cum was deposited on Ariel’s
tongue which he swallowed as he was taught to. Feeling increased pressure on
his shoulders Ariel began to panic, images of being crushed coming to mind.

Bracing Ariel bore as much weight as he could. Luckily Mr Hector pulled himself
together and the weight lifted off. Tucking the man away and doing up his
trousers Ariel got a pat.

After getting some praise, in a reserved tone Ariel was told to bend over his
desk. Taking the position Ariel received ten storks of the cane to his arse. He
was then told to go. From that day Ariel became the teacher's favourite.

The next phase of training started with Mr Hector. One evening after showering
Ariel was taken from the dorm. On the top floor where he had never been before,
the footman knocked on a door. Mr Hector opened the door, dressed in a long
burgundy dressing gown. Ariel's heart sank as he plastered a coy smile on his
face. “Bonjour Monsieur” Ariel said meekly.

Ariel was not the only one. Most of the students were taken from the dorm to
spend the night entertaining someone. To be returned in the morning, dirty,
battered, bruised and sometimes still crying.

--

The Valet classes started. The first in the kitchen where Ariel met the only
other instructor to introduce himself. He was in black tails and a white bow
tie. Pritchard was a bit shorter then Ariel with slicked back red hair. He had
a smarmy, elevated opinion of himself. He was English and his French was clumsy
and imprecise, all was spoken with an thick English accent.

Shown how to prepare a morning tray for his master. Starting with ironing the
morning newspapers to remove the creases and dry the ink. A kitchen maid placed
covered dishes and a coffee pot on the tray. Lifting the large silver tray
Ariel nearly lost it. Then he was made to walk. Out of the kitchen, all around
the house. In a narrow dark corridor Ariel didn't see a single step down, half
way along.

The butler wasn't surprised as Ariel fell forward sending the tray flying. Just
because the fall was expected didn't stop the butler from being furious. After
Ariel had been conditioned to respond erotically to corporal punishment. A
teaser had been swapped out for instant punishment. After a few jabs of the
baton. Ariel was allowed to stand and gather the contents of the tray. Getting
another jab for stacking the items instead of placing them properly.

Then came a bedroom. It was large with a four poster bed. A separate dressing
room and bathroom. Pritchard showed Ariel the layout of the room. Showing how
to properly organise the dressing room.

“You need to polish the shoes” Pritchard instructed.

Picking up the shoes Ariel was about to pick up the obvious cleaning kit.
Withdrawing his hand as it felt like a trap. “Sir, if I may. When should I
clean them?" Ariel asked and Pritchard sneered.

“After your master has gone to bed. Take the shoes downstairs. If there is time
you may do it during the day but only if you know” Pritchard stated.

Then came a barber. A Turkish man. He was fairly young and had shaggy shoulder
length hair. He had a rather easy going and nice smile and teasing eyes. Ariel
blush whenever he received that smile.

With the Turkish man, Ariel was instructed on how to groom his master. Picking
up the open razor Ariel followed the barber's lead. First Ariel learned how to
keep the blade honed. There was a faint nausea as Ariel handled the blade.

A school slave entered and sat in the chair. Ariel did as instructed preparing
the man for a shave. Bringing the blade to the slave's face, a thought
occurred. Whining Ariel dropped to the floor nausea and phantom pain coursing
through him. He had just thought about Merovingian vulnerable with a blade
pressed against his throat. The theatre sessions on reinforcing Ariel’s
aversion to committing violent acts working.

Ariel was also taught how to do basic hair dressing, nail care, waxing,
threading, manscaping and all the other little things to keep his Master's
appearance pristine.

The first morning dress rehearsal started in the kitchen. Ariel started.
Pritchard followed him through the process. Ariel prepared and checked over the
tray before going up to the practice bedroom. Opening the door the male sex
lesson Instructor was waiting along with the Barbour. The three observers
watched everything Ariel did.

Ignoring the observers Ariel slipped in quietly, placing the tray on the small
round table in front of a set of French doors.

Quietly opening the curtains the light flooded in. The silver haired Partner
from the sex lessons was acting as master and was pretending to be asleep in
the four poster bed.

Gently peeling back the covers Ariel wrapped his mouth around the cock and
suckled. A hand came to the back of his head and Ariel started sucking and
bobbing his head with abandon. Quickly the master filled his mouth with his
seed. Sitting up a bit the master continued to hold Ariel’s head to his cock.
Then came the flood of piss, which Ariel swallowed as he was expected to.

Ariel then brought over the tray. While the master drank the coffee and read
the paper. Ariel prepared the day's clothing. With his coffee finished the
master lay down the paper and Ariel took the tray.

Standing, Ariel already had a dressing gown open for his master to step into.
Ariel followed the master into the bathroom. As his master sat on the toilet
Ariel prepared the razor. There was a mirror above the sink, apart from his
long hair Ariel didn't have time to take in the changes in his reflection.

Wiping another man's arse was humiliating but Ariel did as expected. 'At least
he got to use tissue and water instead of...' Ariel let the thought trail off.
Refusing to think what occurred in that tiled room.

Shaving his master. Ariel focused solely on the actions he was doing. Even when
he had cut a slave by accident he had felt the crippling nausea and pain.

Then came the shower and Ariel washed the master. With sweeping movements Ariel
washed every part of the Silver haired man. Even going so far as to slide a
finger up his arse and cleaning out any residue. As the master turned around
Ariel came face to face with the master's erect cock. Another blowjob and the
shower ended.

Drying his master off along with himself at the same time. Ariel then held the
dressing gown open again. Following the master to the dressing room where he
had already laid everything out.

First Ariel lifted the dressing gown off the master. Kneeling down Ariel held
open a pair of silk boxers for his master to step into. As Ariel slid the silk
up the tanned legs he leaned forward to touch his lips to the master's cock, in
a deferential kiss. Just before it was covered with the black silk.

Then came a shirt. Slipping it up the arms of the master and resting on his
shoulders. Coming round to the master's front. Ariel lay kisses on the skin as
he closed the shirt. Each foot was kissed before a sock was slid on. With the
trousers a kiss was laid on each thighs as Ariel slid the material up.

Fastening the catch, button and zip. Ariel then attached the braces to the
trousers. With the skin covered Ariel no longer need to pay respect to the
covered flesh. The tie, waist coat, watch, cufflinks and jacket were all placed
on the master.

With a final brush down and straightening of the tie. Ariel stepped back. The
master started walking out. Ariel picked up the tray and followed the master.

In the hall Pritchard, the male sex Instructor and Barber were waiting with the
Partner. Even though he had dressed him only now did Ariel get the impact. His
partner would look perfect in high class resort or hotel, with a beautiful
woman on his arm. The light grey suit toned in, between the slightly spiked
silver hair and the tanned skin tone. The deep, dark eyes Ariel felt he could
fall into.

The three men were inspecting Ariel’s partner. Commenting, criticising and
praising how the Partner turned out. They were also commenting on how Ariel
did. Criticism came particularly over the second blow job. Pritchard grumbling
in his hap hazard French, “You should know when to arouse your master and when
to make your touch efficient”

Apologising, Ariel bowed. The Red haired Valet teacher lashed out, catching him
in the leg. The shock stick being applied a few more times for his acknowledged
mistake.

***** Aurora School of Excellence: 08/08 Graduation *****
Chapter Summary
     Q's time comes to an end and he is returned to his Master
Taken into what looked like it could have been a ballroom at one time. Shining
wooden floor, high ceilings, mirrors along one wall and large windows on the
opposite. The room was bathed in natural light. And a hive of activity.

Now it was a cosmetic, grooming and dressing salon. At one end there were
sewing machines with people working away. At the other were grooming station.
Barber chairs, spray tanning tents, massage tables.

In front of each of the high arched windows was a small round podium with
sanding mirrors around them. A naked student was standing on one getting
measured as if he was at a tailors.

The central part of the room was dominated by racks for clothing, bolts of
fabric and more things Ariel couldn't identify.

Ariel was brought to a barber station. It was the fist time he had really been
able to look at himself in a mirror. Numbly Ariel sat. His face was slimmer,
the muscles of his body were more defined and his skin was more healthy
looking.

Ariel had seen and felt the few patches of dry skin clearing up but that was
not the only change. After working for well over a year underground, entering
in morning darkness and exiting in night time darkness. Ariel, or at the time
Ben had developed a complexion a vampire would be proud of.

Now his skin looked plump and lush. The blemishes had faded while spots and
greasy skin had cleared. He even had, not a tan but a healthy deeper skin tone.

His hair shaved off in the beginning of his enslavement was now longer than
when it started. Ariel watched as a woman doused his hair with water and
started cutting. In the end Ariel’s hair was back to how he wore it the night
of his betrayal, capture and enslavement.

After the hair cut and style Ariel was taken to a podium. Standing in front of
the window he could see the grounds. The whipping post Ariel no longer
attended, with two students fixed to the rail beside it. The Pony slaves in the
distance, competing in not so friendly races.

Ariel could also see a training area, from the elevated position of the house.
Big slaves in what looked like gladiators training. One of the Instructors
Ariel was all to familiar with. He would recognise the whip technique both
visually and as it landed on his flesh.

A hand moved his balls out the way, the intimate touch now barely acknowledged.
No longer feeling he had a right to his body. A measuring tape was held just
below his belly button. The tape was brought down through Ariel’s legs and he
could feel it stop just above the round of his arse. The man in bespoke suit
and half moon glasses read off the measurement and a young male slave noted it
down.

Then came the inside leg. Starting at the ankle the bottom of the tape was
held. The tailor then brought up his other hand, along the inside of Ariel’s
leg. Copping another feel in the process.

After the molestation was finally over the tailor stepped away. The footman
told Ariel to turn and he did so. Looking into the room there was a woman with
a camera waiting. The full length mirrors were brought closer and Ariel was
instructed to take a particular pose.

Looking directly at the camera with his torso twisted side on and one foot in
front of the other. The Photographer snapped a few photos from different
angles. Ariel was then given a pair of glasses to put on. They were identical
to the ones he wore as Ben Coulter. Slipping them on Ariel took the same pose
and more photos were taken.

Told to stand with is back to them in the same pose. Ariel looked out the
window. He heard the electronic click of the camera. Then came some
unflattering shots. Standing straight on with his feet shoulder width apart and
arms slightly away from his body. The photographer took photos from all around
him.

It was the first time he met the photographer but not the last. The next few
hours Ariel spent getting his photo taken, in various locations around the
house and grounds. He was also in various states of dress as the photos were
taken. Ariel knew a propaganda exercise when he was the subject of it.

Over then next week the Photographer was everywhere. Starting in the dorm the
photographer didn't just concentrate on Ariel but all the students. She was
present at some point in all of his classes.

As Ariel was acting as urinal she took a photo of all the slaves clean and
ready. The three student's gags keeping their mouths open and cheeks spread.
She then took several shots as they were pissed on. There were several school
slaves employed as models to supply regular streams of urine.

For the first time the student's were allowed to shower after being pissed on.
After. It didn't change the class that always came next. With the aid of nose
plugs and a professional determination she photographed the events in the tiled
classroom.

The photographer took photos in the theatre as Ariel’s conditioning was
reinforced. In the pool she was in the sloped recess, right with him. Mere
inches from his face she snapped away as the water crept up his body. It had
been a while since Ariel had begged or pleaded. Now Ariel just waited for it to
be over.

Photos were taken in Yoga, French, exercise classes, the milking room and there
were photos taken as he ironed a newspaper, prepare his master's cloths. The
Partner was even in a few. A posed photo of Ariel waking the master, washing
the master, shaving the master, dressing the master.

The bondage instructor did not permit the Photographer into the library. Ariel
was taken to different locations. In the Bedroom used for practising being a
Valet. Ariel was placed in what he considered a simple pose. Ropes criss
crossed his torso and legs. He was then instructed to kneel in the middle of
the big four poster bed, where his hands were tied to his ankles. With his back
arched it exposed Ariel’s torso and cock. With little encouragement Ariel
hardened to full erection. His cock was then bound as well. The final piece was
a blindfold. Ariel heard the electronic clicking from different directions.

Untying Ariel’s hands from his ankles the instructor allowed him to stand. The
instructor left the webbing of rope around Ariel’s torso, down his thighs and
his cock. The heavy erection bouncing with every step he took.

As they moved to the next location the Photographer called them to a stop.
Going ahead she turned to look at the group. Ariel in the middle, wrapped in
the red ropes. The bondage instructor beside him, the photographer’s assistant
the other side and the Japanese man's assistant behind them all.

The photographer clicked a few shots. “Hands behind your back” the photographer
ordered. Ariel did as instructed holding his hand where they would sit if tied
in place. Happy with the shots the photographer moved on.

In the foyer they went through several poses. Suspension rigging was lowered
from the landing above. The first pose was Ariel’s favourite, legs bent back
with his arms tied behind him. Suspended horizontally, face down with his back
arched slightly. His cock now aimed at the floor below him. The movement of the
annoying Photographer prevented Ariel reaching the relaxed state he liked.

The next suspended position was new. Ariel had been in the standing version
before. Ariel’s cock and balls were trapped between his thighs then his legs
were tied together. Slowly he was pulled into the air by the hands and feet.
The position had Ariel, nearly folded in half. When he was in the air someone
pulled Ariel’s cock and ball so they were exposed behind his thighs. From the
photographer’s point of view she could see the exposed arse, cock and balls and
the legs going straight up.

Just before the position changed Ariel felt a hand touch the T bar of his
buttplug. By the fingernails scarping his erect cock. Ariel suspected it to be
the photographer herself. She pulled on the steel bar and Ariel was pulled with
it. A fingernail continued to scraped up the under side of his cock. The
Japanese bondage instructor's voice was rather annoyed. Snapping briskly at the
Photographer. “My time is not yours to waist”

The next position was similar to the previous. Suspended by his hands and feet.
Unlike the previous position Ariel’s legs were wide apart instead of going
straight up. It still left Ariel’s arsehole, cock and balls exposed. This time
he could see more than just his own legs in front of him. The photographer
raked greedy brown eyes over him. Ariel only saw them a moment before her face
was masked by the camera again.

Ariel saw the photographer twice more. The first he expected, in the whipping
class. Starting with the square frame. Ariel was hard as he was secured to it,
even though the slave boy was not present. A few lashes from the black
instructor both front and back. The photographer snapping away.

Then came the chair. With his legs spread wide Ariel’s balls hug low as his
cock stood tall. The Photographer had the predatory gaze again. She bit her lip
as Ariel screamed and moaned out his pleasure and pain. Again and again Ariel
received lashes to his inner thighs, balls and cock.

Next was the horse where the instructor could target Ariel’s hole and inner
cheeks. “You never work with Miyagi” the Photographer asked. With his collar
attached to the horse Ariel couldn't see if the instructor responded but he
didn't say anything.

The last time Ariel saw the photographer. There was no camera. It started with
Ariel being separated after his evening shower. He had done this several times
now. Spending the night in the guardhouse was the worst so far. An out building
that acted a barracks for the school guards. Passed from guard to guard until
the sun broke the sky.

The footman Ariel was following brought him to a study where the Bondage
instructor’s assistant was setting up. In the square room, only a desk on the
side leaving plenty of floor space. It was covered in a sheet with lumpy
objects underneath. Where there should be a central light there was only a
sturdy hook.

The squat, barrel of a man with shaved head was preparing the ropes. He was
nowhere near as skilled as the little Japanese man. The knots pinched and the
ropes just a little too tight. And he didn't give him the peaceful aura.

In full ropes Ariel was then suspended. His hands and feet tied to the the
ropes baring his weight. Bent double with his legs going straight up and cock
and balls poking out the back of his thighs. With his legs in front of his face
Ariel could only hear the assistant leave then someone else enter.

A long nail scratched up the underside of his erect cock and he knew who was
being obscured by his bound legs. Ariel relaxed his internal muscles and he
felt a palm brace his thigh and the buttplug being played with. Yelping as the
plug was viciously removed he heard a nasty feminine chuckle.

Moving to the desk at the side. The Photographer came into Ariel's field of
vision. Her red hair now worn long. With brown eyes and freckles. She had dark
make-up around her eyes. And her lips were painted a red. She was in simple
jeans and t-shirt. For some reason she looked far more frightening now, than
when she had the camera in front of her face. It was like she was unmasked, no
longer The Photographer.

She pulled back a cover and Ariel saw the things laying on the surface. Picking
up something at the far end it looked like it was modelled after an animal or
something. She needed two hands to lift it. Purple with a pointed head and it
was thick and big. Bigger than the Photographer's hand and arm. Fisting had
always been to extreme for the person Ariel had been. Now he submitted to his
better's will.

“I so love seeing a man's hole being destroyed” she purred, bouncing the
massive dildo slightly. It took Ariel a few moments to translate the English,
he almost missed the Scottish accent.

“As you please madam” Ariel responded then looked back to his knees in front of
his face. She expected nothing from him but to endure so that is what Ariel
gave her.

She retuned to Ariel's exposed arse. He gave another yelp as fingernails
viciously racked up the under side of his cock. Whipping started to his balls,
cock and hole. It was pain, anticipation and learned pleasure. Each stinging
strip made him want to rut. Ariel's cock felt like it was growing harder. He
wanted to have something inside him. Stretching, pulling and rubbing deep.

Then something penetrated him. It couldn't have been the big dildo, as it was
rubber. The thing entering him was cold and unyielding. It felt like a bar with
bumps and ridges along it.

Immediately the Photographer started pulling it in and out headless of Ariel's
pained state. She wasn't skilled or she was skilled at avoiding all the places
that felt good. Dropping the glass dildo, with a ping as it his the floor. She
moved on.

The photographer returned to the desk to perused the next weapon of choice.
“Sluts like cock” she said picking up an 8” realistic dildo.

She fucked the vulnerable hole with it until getting bored. Ariel wept and
mewled until something would make him yelp or scream. Then she aimed for his
prostate. A hand grasped his balls with crushing force. Ariel let out a gurgled
groan. Pain and pleasure mixing. He pulled at his bonds trying to get the dildo
to go deeper. The grip on his balls also helping his leverage. His cock
throbbing. Unsure if he was begging for more or less Ariel screamed, “Please,
madam”

Ever increasing in size. She used implement after implement. Her make-up
running. Sweat soaking her face. Ariel was torn between wanting to cum and
wanting the torture to end. His arse felt like it was gaping and loose. “Time
for the Dragon” she informed with malevolent glee.

Ariel saw the Photographer pick up the massive dildo. She then disappeared from
view. He felt her circle his loose hole with the pointed tip. Pressure built
and the head soon didn't make him feel gaping. Like a wedge it pried him open
in ever increasing girth. He felt it go deeper. Pain and reluctant pleasure
built. There was a grunt and a hand wrapped around his leg. The red talon like
nails viable on his thigh. With leverage, there was a grunt and the thing went
in further. Then it twisted and Ariel screamed. Another attempt to get it
deeper and Ariel was crying. It was too big it would rip him apart like the
spike going through that slave at Merovingian's party.

Coming to the conclusion the anchoring base wasn't going in. The Photographer
let go. The weight of the big dildo pulled it down and slowly slipped out. A
pained whimper escaping the Slave with the sudden loss. She put her fingers in
the lax hole she has been working for hours. She played, then and looked inside
the slave's passage. Picking up the buttplug she was asked to finish on. 10”
long and 5” across at its widest point. Wiping the sweat from her brow and in
one thrust buried it as far as it would go. The Slave giving a satisfying
shrieked, high and loud.

It hurt and Ariel couldn't expel the new thing inside him. He begged and
whimpered and heard the door slam shut. He wanted it out. Bearing down, the
thing wouldn't move. The bondage instructor's assistant returned. He ignored
Ariel's state and the buttplug. After he was down and his arms released. Ariel
reached for the thing inside him. A barked order from the assistant, stilled
his movement. He pleaded and begged but he was not allowed to remove the
painful object.

A footman entered and Ariel was told to follow. Hoping he could get back to the
dorm to remove the plug. Ariel followed. With a wide gait Ariel staggered to
keep up with the footman. Reaching the foyer landing someone stepped out in
front of them.

Pritchard. Ariel's Valet instructor, looked past the footman to him. “You
master commands you attend in the bedroom”Pritchard stated.

“Sir, for my master. May I freshen up” Ariel asked. The man looked at him
blankly.

The one rule do as your master commands as he commands it. It didn't matter
what state he was in. Ariel had to attend immediately once summoned. Crossing
the landing to the other wing of the house. Pritchard followed a few paces
behind as Ariel headed to the practice bedroom. The coincidence of the timing
washing over Ariel.

Slipping into the bedroom. Ariel needed a moment for his eyes adjust, going
from the dark hall to the bright bedroom. Inside the male sex instructor was
waiting. The silver haired Partner was sitting at a small table in front of the
French doors, acting as master. He was just finishing a drink from a cut
crystal tumbler. Pritchard followed Ariel in.

Stepping up to the man acting as his master. If Ariel had not been so intimate
with the man he would not have seen the reluctance and sympathy. Looking Ariel
up and down the master gave a sneering look. Lashing out quickly with a black
crop the master brought it up between Ariel's legs to land on his balls.
Whimpering and flinch with the impact. Ariel made no attempt to defend the
delicate organs.

“no state to appear before your master in” the master admonished. Even though
painful, Ariel hardened with the physical punishment.

“Master, my apologises.” Ariel said and knew excuses were not desired.

Standing, the master headed to the bathroom where Ariel striped him off. “Bath”
the master snapped looking at the empty tub. The worst possible event in the
situation was to be given a direct order. He was meant to anticipate needs.

“Bath, then get the crop” the master snapped. Starting the water Ariel went to
retrieve the black crop from the table in the bedroom.

The crop was more ornate then Ariel had seen before. It was thick leather weave
with a silver pommel decorated in Fleur-de-lis. Returning to the bathroom Ariel
presented it to the master. Again it was brought up between Ariel’s legs in an
arc, ending in pain. “Clean up” the master ordered.

Seeing an opportunity. Ariel didn't want to put his Partner into the position
but in the context of the role play he was the master. “Master, am I to clean
myself out” Ariel asked.

Ariel cringed at the look he was given. Unless he was carrying the cum of
another man he was not meant to ask. When he was challenged Ariel shook his
head and apologised, to receive another blow between the legs.

Stepping into the shower. Ariel rinsed off the sweat and grime from his body.
Coming out Ariel then dried himself quickly. Ariel then striped the master.
Focusing on his training so the rest of the role play could be salvaged.

Starting with his suit jacket, waistcoat, cuff links, watch and the tie came of
with quick efficacy. Then as trained to do so, Ariel paid homage to his
master's revealing flesh. As the formal shirt was opened Ariel kissed down the
master’s torso as the skin was relieved.

Kneeling Ariel unfastened the master's trousers. Deferential kisses were placed
to the revealed thighs. Sliding off the socks a kiss was placed to the top arch
of each foot. As with everything else Ariel flattened the socks and laid them
carefully out with the other folded clothing.

Returning to his master Ariel sank to his knees and grasped the waist band of
the silk underwear. The cock was slowly revealed. A kiss placed on the tip.
Folding the boxers Ariel placed them with the clothes to be cleaned.

Ariel checked the water temperature and shut of the hot tap letting cold water
run for a bit longer. Stepping into the water. Holding out his hand Ariel
helped the master into the tub.

The bath was wide and deep. The master could lie along it with Ariel knelling
beside him. Only the master's head was above the water while it came up to
Ariel’s waist.

From his kneeling position beside the master. Ariel rubbed his master, more
massaging than washing. Kneading muscles the older man's loosening skin was
pulled with Ariel's ministrations.

Lastly Ariel swept a hand over the master's cock. Massaging his balls and into
the crack of his arse. Sliding a finger inside him, the master sighed. Even
though he knew the man was erect Ariel couldn't see the cock under the bubble
covered surface.

What happened next Ariel had done only done a few times before. The first time
he had panicked and the lifeguard had to pull him out of the big pool. Before a
hand could come to the back of Ariel’s neck. He brought his face to the surface
on the water. With a final breath, his face entered the water and he opened his
mouth to accept the cock into his mouth.

Using all his practised skill. Ariel used mouth, tongue, and fingers to bring
the master to orgasm, in one breath. Pulling his head out of the water Ariel
gasped and breathed deeply.

After the bath Ariel dried the master off and placed a dressing gown on him.
Following his master to the bedroom Ariel took the dressing gown and the master
sat on the bed. Sitting between the spread legs Ariel swallowed the final piss
before the master swung his feet into bed. Ariel pulled the covers over the man
and switched off the main lights.

Going to the bathroom Ariel wiped it down, collected the clothing, picked up
the shoes. Heading to the door Ariel turned to where the bed was. He could just
make out the shape of the four poster in the darkness. Remembering the glass
Ariel moved to the table and felt for it. A slight scrape sounded as he bumped
it. Then Ariel remembered the crop, he should bring it to the master's bedside.
He did so, silently.

Retuning to the door Ariel looked to the bed again. There was nothing more he
could remember so gave the final requirement. “Goodnight, my master. Thank you
for your kindness”Ariel uttered into the darkness.

Pritchard flipped on the main light again. It blinded Ariel a moment.
”Pathetic” Pritchard spat. “He wanted to make his master wait”

“Didn't do to well when he did pitch up” the Male sex instructor added. It was
the first time Ariel had heard him speak English and like the woman he
replaced, he had an aristocratic tone to his English accent. Ariel wondered
what happened to the nicer woman he had not seen her since the American guard
was executed.

He was berated over and over. The two instructors also commented on his wanting
to remove whatever was in his arse. When the footman arrived to take Ariel to
the dorm. “Whatever is in his arse is to remain. If he removes it something
bigger is to put back in” the Sex instructor ordered and Ariel wanted to cry.

In the morning the South African demanded to know why he had not cleaned
properly. Repeating the instruction from the night before Ariel was then
dragged to the showers. With a burly arm across his back pinning Ariel to the
tiled wall. The guard fumbled to find the wide base of the rubber plug. Ariel
screamed as the his sphincter felt like it was beaning ripped out.

The plug didn't move and the South African swore in his native tongue. “Stay”
the guard ordered. The arm was released from Ariel's back. The plug was also
let go. The guard stepped away then came back and something was placed on the
tiled floor with dull thump. Then came the familiar sound of squelching from
one of the liquid dispensers.

Flinching as fingers returned to his painful entrance. Ariel relaxed as the
gentle fingers massages the skin around the plug. The fingerers were heavily
lubricated and the guard swore and muttered continuously. Encouraging the
muscles to relax and stretch opening. Working lube into the raw channel

Ariel didn't care he wanted the thing out and as long as the guard was helping
he wouldn't argue. Staying still as a lubricated finger was worked in between
the plug and the channel of his arse. More fingers were added from both hands
until they worked around the widest edge of the rubber. The guard stretched
Ariel's opening wide enough for the plug to slide out. The large plug thumping
as it hit the tiled floor.

The guard swore softly and stood. Taking the plug, ordering Ariel to shower
properly. Ariel felt like his arse was hanging open. It was a relief to finally
have the thing out. There was little resistance in the muscles as Ariel washed
himself out. There was no hope of keeping the water inside and it seeped out of
the lax passage. The flesh, apart from painful and tender felt spongy and
inflamed.

Taken to the milking room a tiny buttplug was given to him. He was instructed
to keep it in. The new plug less the two inches long and a half wide. It slid
out almost immediately. It took almost constant tightening of his internal
muscles to keep the thing inside. Over the course of the day it fell out dozens
of times.

The scenario changed but variations of the previous night's events were
repeated many times in the run up to Ariel's return to his Master. He would be
put into a position where he just wanted to crawl under a rock and die, then he
would have to attend his master in a role play. Slowly, with a dull mind his
training saw him through the times. Until he could move without though and was
allowed to collapse on his spot.

--

There were tests just before Ariel was returned to his master. The first was
the house. He was given free reign. For the remaining days a footman stood at
the exit of the dormitory. As they passed he gave locations they were to go.
”Pool” the footman said as Ariel stepped up.

Ariel felt fear. He was alone walking through the house. He knew where the pool
was. Passing a guard Ariel expected to be hauled up and punished for being
alone. The guard didn't even look at him as he passed. More staff, school
slaves were passed en rout.

Entering from one side of the grand foyer. Ariel looked to the open front door,
the long drive stretching out to freedom. The thought of running was buried so
deep it didn't cross his mind. Exiting the foyer he continued to the enclosed
pool.

Arriving the three people were ready and waiting. As Ariel knew what was
expected, he did it. Stepping onto the slope he lay and waited for his cuffs
and collar to be secured. The water started to rise without Ariel being secured
down. The water covered his head and Ariel's lungs started to ache.

Gasping, Ariel then woke to the lifeguard forcing the water out again. The
three instructors all told Ariel he was good. On the surface he felt a thrill
of pride and joy.

Deep down in a pit of his mind that all of his true emotions still resided, he
hated it. As was expected and enforced by his training. He thanked them all in
the soft reverent tons required by the school. “Thank you for your kindness
Sirs, Madam”

--

Alone again Ariel made his way to the theatre. He went to the chair and sat
down. The nurse attached the IV and the man attached the electrodes. The
control for the electrodes was then handed to him.

Without his hands secured or eyes held open. The screen lit up. As pictures of
his own 'Ben Coulter' ID was shown. The conditioned pain and the nausea was
felt. Ariel didn't look away from the screen and he pressed the button. The
real self-inflicted pain passed through him reinforcing the conditioned
response.

The screen went black and Ariel lifted his finger. A new image, James at the
embassy. Ariel looked and pressed the button. The same occurred when he saw an
image of a person being killed from a first person point of view and when
images of computers were shown.

The bodiless instructor told Ariel he had done good, sending pride through him.
Ariel thanked the nurse, disembodied voice and the man who set up the
electrodes. “Thank you for your kindness, Sirs, Madam”

-

The sex lesson instructor told Ariel had been good as well. It still pleased
him but it felt hollow. The response was the same. “Thank you for your kindness
Sir”

-

Taken into the public toilet Ariel knelt. The escorting footman left without
Ariel being secured to the wall. Nor were the others beside him. When the fist
person to stand in front of Ariel pulled out his cock. Ariel kept his eyes and
mouth open. Swallowing the piss he could and letting the rest run out of his
mouth and down his body. Ariel stayed in position until he was taken to the
next class. He thanked the rubber clad instructor as well

-

In the Library, Ariel noticed that the little trees were disappearing as were
the little other personnel touches. The instructor asked Ariel which pose he
would like. Soon Ariel was in his favourite position. He tried to defer to the
instructor but he was told to choose. Suspended as if he was flying with his
arms behind him and legs bent back on themselves.

Ariel looked at the floor beneath him. Ariel watched from his elevated position
as the instructor folded a flat box into shape. “I am retiring” he said without
looking up.

“As a child I witnessed a tsunami hit my village. I was up on a hill. It killed
my entire family, destroyed everything I had. The ocean was so calm, beautiful.
Then it pulled away, not by much just like a low tide. Then it came, the wave
swept up the valley. Nothing stood against it” The instructor muses as he
filled the box.

“I have never been able to look on the ocean since. I know what it can do” he
finished, looking at Ariel.

When Ariel was let down. “Thank you..” The Small Japanese man stopped him mid
sentence. The practised gratitude not welcome.

“When you return. I pray I am not here” the Instructor said

--

Ariel showered and cleaned himself out. He had been feeling something coming.
His classes were winding down. He had seen a new batch of freshly shaved boys
and girls, men and woman being lead round the halls. He had been having
fittings as well. A suit was being made for him.

From the whispers around the place and the almost tender fucking he had
received from the South African last night. Gave Ariel the impression of
finality.

Castrated now sported wavy blond hair and his blue eyes seemed so prominent.
Lean and tall with broad shoulders he was very attractive. The crotch had
healed into a completely smooth area between his legs. Not even a hint of a
scar, it looked like he had been born that way. A few days ago in the middle of
the night. Ariel had overheard, Castrated had been sold to a brothel that
catered to strange tastes. Ariel hoped someone would take a liking to him and
buy him outright. The rumours of the brothels this place sold to had given him
nightmares.

Picts had changed the least. He was still completely hairless. The tattoos that
had reminded Ariel of filigree wire decoration had calmed down. The colour was
still a bright almost gloss black. The skin underneath had recovered from such
extensive work. He was now more muscled with heavy pectoral and defined six
pack. The decoration gave a strange beauty to him. It was his cock that truly
amazed. He now sported a cock ring that kept it hanging long and heavy. What
looked like completely black ink covered flesh when flaccid. Now looked like a
vine covered pillar, going from the base to the very tip of the circumcised
head.

Looking to the girls side of the room. Ariel looked to the two spots where his
friend and the younger girl slept. The only evidence of their existence were a
few memories of compassion and sympathy in a hellish situation.

Ariel's name was called and he was taken to the large ballroom. After his hair
was tidied up Ariel was taken to the small podium in front of one of the
windows.

An unknown blond man approached, lean and fairly young for a person Ariel
thought looked like a free butler. In black suit and white tie. He instructed
Ariel to spread his legs. The school's buttplug was removed and replaced with a
glass one in Merovingian's green colour and fleur-de-lis decoration.

With a device like a pair of pneumatic pliers. The welds holding Ariel's cuffs
closed were popped. His collar also getting the same treatment. He felt even
more naked with the absence of the simple rings of metal. And frightened, as if
he was doing something wrong.

A slave with the green collar of Merovingian brought a box over and held it
open for the man who had cut off Ariel's cuffs. A vague memory of him, although
now dressed Ariel remembered him naked. He still looked a bit like an older
version of himself except for the steel blue yes.

Inside the box were five strips, all in the iridescent green of the
Merovingian. About 1” wide, four were about 7” long while the fifth about a
foot. Looking like expensive bracelets of interlinked strips Ariel knew they
were his marks of servitude. The collar that looked like a choker was the first
to go on.

The Butler picked up the longest strip. It flowed like piece of fabric in his
fingers. Something that looked like an extra link was clipped on the end of the
collar. He then wrapped the collar around Ariel's neck. Ariel heard and felt
the ends being clipped together. Then a series of mechanical clicks.

The new collar didn't hang as loose as the old ring. There was a little
movement but it was meant to be felt. Ariel's breathing became uncomfortable as
fingers were worked between the collar and skin. There was a grunt from the man
behind him as he tried tugging the collar apart, confirming it was was secure.

As the man did the left wrist. Ariel could see how the cuffs locked. The extra
link held the two ends of the cuff together. A pin slid in along the width on
the cuff. As it was pushed in, it made a series of clicking noises. The pin and
extra link were then removed and the cuff was fixed in place. Again he tugged
the cuff to make sure it had locked properly. The right wrist then Ariel's
ankles were given the same treatment.

Ariel was handed a pair of pink skimpy briefs. The same as he was wearing, when
captured. A white collarless shirt was next. Then came the custom suit. It was
the same style as the one Ariel had been captured in. Single breasted,
lapelless and closing high up.

Ariel looked in the mirror. He looked good. The suit fit him to a T,
accentuating his long body and legs. It did make him look a bit like a priest
or Japanese school boy. Socks and shoes were the last thing Ariel put on. The
tailor gave Ariel a brush down and nodded his approval.

The barber came over and gave the finishing touches to Ariel's hair. It now
looked like a mane of black surrounded Ariel's head. He now looked like he did
the fateful night however long ago.

Although he had not been wearing them when captured. The non prescription
glasses were placed on Ariel's face. The tailor, barber and the blond man who
had put on Ariel's new cuffs all gave their approval.

Lead through the house the clothes were starting to irritate Ariel's skin. It
was also the first time Ariel had worn underwear since his circumcision and his
cock head was being chafed. The shoes were affecting his walking, after being
barefoot for so long. He was a little unsure when his foot would land on the
ground. Making him stomp slightly. Even the glasses, after years he had stopped
noticing the frame. Now it felt like he was wearing blinkers.

Ariel wanted to hesitate as he entered the study where the photographer had
violated him. He didn't. Entering, the footman instructed him to stand in front
of the window facing the door. Ariel could see the entrance and the desk to his
left. Where the range of Dildos had been.

On the desk now there were five books laid in a side on Christian cross shape.
Three wide and two high. There was also a small teaser and the leather crop.
The three furthest books Ariel couldn't make out beyond the title on all,
'Aurora School of Excellence'

The two closest books of the horizontal line Ariel could just make out. The
furthest one, blow the school's name had 'Accreditations for Ariel of
Merovingian'. The closest had the subtitle of 'Ariel of Merovingian' and sub,
sub tile, 'Year book'

The small taser not much bigger than a pen. Gloss black and silver. Once Ariel
had started to be excited by being whipped. A taser had replaced the lash as a
punishment.

The crop Ariel had felt before. It was stiff interwoven leather with a Silver
pommel. It looked like it was a set, to match the taser.

The door opened and Ariel looked upon his master for the first time since he
had been captured. Ariel sunk to his knees gracefully and lowered his head.

Dressed in an all black suit with black tie and shirt. The waif like man with
slicked back hair and green eyes stalked up to his slave. Long thin fingers
lifted Ariel's chin. As he had been trained to, Ariel snapped his eyes to his
Master. A nasty victorious smile graced the man's narrow face.

“I do not see what's so special” a bored voice said behind his Master.
Persephone, Merovingian's wife.

Merovingian spun to look at the elegant woman. In a cream dress, high heals and
simple but most likely expensive jewellery. Her black hair she wore long and
straight.

Merovingian hissing vicious words at his wife as she looked on in bored
acceptance. The Madam cleared her throat and Merovingian looked to her.

“Full breakdown of cost” the Madam said handing Merovingian the first book. He
flipped through it. He either knew what was in it or didn't care.

“Contracts” The madam said and the two next books were picked up. As they
discussed the contract and bill. Persephone came to stand in front of the
Slave.

Dragging a talon like nail round the side of Ariel's face she looked him in the
eye. A slight line creased the skin between her brows. “Still don't see why it
is so special. It will be showing lines in its face soon. And if that man is so
dangerous why don't you just sell it.” Persephone said.

“HIM! The more people who want HIM the more unique HE becomes”Merovingian spat
over his shoulder.

Ariel hissed as the talon on he face scratched his cheek. This time Persephone
responded in kind. The two spouses argued, vicious and quiet. All of it hate
filled words and sentiment.

The Madam reminded Merovingian that he still needed to sign the contract.
Casually mentioning the damage to Ariel's face had been done by a member of his
party. Merovingian returned to the Madam to complete the transaction.

“I like this one” Persephone said as she flicked through the last book. She
held up the page. Ariel didn't know the photographer had her camera at the
time.

It was Ariel with his legs together and straight up. Cock, balls trapped and on
display behind his closed thighs. The massive dragon dildo was hanging from his
hole. The other dildos and buttplugs littered the floor beneath him.

Merovingian plucked the book from her grasp, tucking it under his arm. With his
petulant wife determined to make a nuance of herself. Merovingian signed the
two books handing one back to the Madam.

Merovingian came to Ariel and stroked a thumb over the scratch mark. Handing
Ariel the contract, the record of his achievements and the breakdown of costs.
Merovingian kept the year book, crop and taser. The taser Merovingian placed in
his inside pocket. The crop he held along with the book under his arm.

As the group moved. Ariel raised to his feet and followed. Coming to the end of
the corridor into the foyer with grand staircase. Across the landing Ariel saw
the woman instructor from sex lesson, the Japanese bondage instructor, the
black instructor from the whipping lessons and his silver haired Partner. Ariel
couldn't look at them directly as he descended the stairs.

Persephone was at the head of the precession. The moment she was outside an
Asian man with long straight hair was waiting by a limo. Dressed in all white
contrasting with his black hair and round sunglasses. His blue collar
indicating he belonged directly to Persephone. He opened the door for his
Mistress and followed her in. Her limo pulled away immediately.

Ariel stood a few paces behind his Master as he spoke with the Madam.“Yes, he
helped with our problem with MI6. His agent was a bit of a problem. She
approached Ariel” the Madam said. Ariel didn't catch what Merovingian had been
asking about. So had little context.

A classic Rolls Royce pulled to a stop. Merovingian headed towards it and the
chauffeur pulled the door open. Getting in, Ariel followed as his Master made
room. The Frenchman pulled Ariel's face into his lap.

Unzipping the his Master's trousers. Ariel pulled out the soft cock. Swallowing
it whole. Ariel suckled until it started to harden. Starting to move his Master
towards orgasm, a book was placed on top of his head. “Nurse” Merovingian
ordered softly.

With his master wanting him to suckle. Ariel did as ordered. Keeping his head
still only applying suction and massaging the cock with his tongue.

With the book resting on the back of his head. A cock in his mouth. The scent
of his Master's musk filling his nostrils and his view limited to the fabric
pressing against his glasses. Ariel didn't see anything of the journey to the
airport.

As Ben Coulter didn't see his arrival. Ariel of Merovingian didn't see his
departure from the place of pain, humiliation, degradation, aversion and
subjugation.

***** Janus Arrives *****
Chapter Summary
     Merovingian greets the Janus. Offering the services of his personal
     valet for their use during their time in his home.
Chapter Notes
     Some key points for anyone who skipped the slave training chapters.
     Q was renamed by his master to Ariel. Through brutal techniques he
     was shown he had no control over himself(Including a drowning torture
     leading to a fear of water). He was desensitised to extreme fetishes
     (e.g. extreme pain, watersports) others he was trained to reposed
     erotically to (CBT corporal punishment) He was then trained as a
     personal Valet for his master.
     The Ludovico technique, a form of aversion therapy was used to
     prevent Q from remembering large parts of his past, committing acts
     of violence and from touching computers. When something triggers his
     conditioning. Q experiences extreme nausea and phantom pain.
     (Key events)
     On first enslavement Q tried to contact James. In response M arrived
     at the school. She implied James knew of Q's plight and would not
     come help. She then told him MI6 and Merovingian had come to an
     agreement. And he was an acceptable sacrifice in the negotiations.
     An indeterminate time later. 009(Peabody) was captured while trying
     to infiltrate the school. Q noticed 009 was confused by his presence
     at the school and knew his nickname of Q. Giving 009 the benefit of
     the doubt Q did not identify 009 as being from MI6. Q did not see
     Peabody again. During this event Q was presented with an opportunity
     and launched a cyber attack against MI6. Hoping to provoke M into an
     extreme reaction against the school.
     Q learned an old lover(Rufus Sixsmith), a person he was hoping he
     could turn to for help had passed away since his enslavement.
     Making a few friends dubbed Friend(Girl), Tattoos, Castrated and
     Young Girl. One(Girl Friend) was killed in a demonstration that the
     slaves had no control over their fate.
     When Young Girl lost her (valuable)virginity while learning sexual
     techniques. Q, Castrated and Tattoos distracted some of the guards
     sent to rape her(giving her experience). Q's conduct was classed as
     descent. As part of the punishment Young Girl was executed. Tattoos
     and Castrated were punished(whipped) while Q watched. When Q was
     punished(whipped) he let slip he had access to substantial funds
     (maliciously offering to compensate the school for its loss). A guard
     overhearing approached Q later. With a $60,000 down payment the guard
     was organising Q's escape. The school was prepared and captured the
     guard who was executed as well.
     With hope all but gone. The only thing that sustained Q was hate. His
     hate for M, Fairbanks(002) Madam Helena Cain(the woman who ran the
     school). As well as the guards and instructors of the school(some
     more than others).
     Severine arrived at the school. Trying to buy Q form the school
     because Merovingian refused to sell him. Madam Cain refused to sell Q
     as well.
     Since Peabody's assassination attempt. Q had begin to doubt what M
     had said about James. When given a laptop. Q tried to contact James
     without M finding out. During this Q came across the Obituary. From
     that point on Q stopped fighting, accepting his life as a slave.
Merovingian stood at the entrance to his private retreat and sanctuary. A
sprawling palace in the south of France. Views of the Mediterranean to the rear
and manicured gardens and lakes to the front.

To his right stood the perpetual argument that was his wife. Persephone was in
her typical elegant glory. A cream summer dress, white gold jewellery. Her
black hair long and posture as poised as ever. A tiny scar she couldn't
disguise, to the side of her right eye. A reminder to never damage what doesn’t
belong to her. The slave at Merovingian's other side and the object she was now
no longer allowed to touch.

Ariel his personal valet. His black messy hair, green eyes and skin perfectly
cared for. Wearing a skimpy pair of green briefs. Sheer fabric spanned, going
from the cuff of the ankle, up the inside of his legs and connecting to the
crotch of the briefs. Like he had been wearing sheer trousers that had been
split along the outside seems. Fabric also spanned between each wrist cuff and
collar. It displayed his body, the lean defined muscles of his chest and
stomach, and the whipcord muscles of his arms and legs to perfection.

The Slave was Merovingian's pride and joy. He was not a born slave so still had
the faint dream of freedom. Even if it was only a dream. He was a little old
for being enslaved and trained but he took to it in the end. He was exquisite,
submissive and sensual. Completely selfless. Always thinking of his master.
Never more happy than with a cock inside of him. Only Matagot, his previous
valet and now head valet ever rivalled Ariel. Although Matagot accepted lying
with him, he was never as eager as Ariel for his master's touch.

At first it had been those eyes that drew him to the free person the slave was
at the time. Then he spoke, Merovingian saw the slave did not like the way he
was looking at him in their first meeting. But when he spoke, he lied so well.
He flattered so convincingly. Merovingian felt intrigued and disappointed he
couldn't have him. Then a guard came to him to say the secure vaults were being
infiltrated.

Merovingian remembered the giddiness as the unconscious intruders were pulled
from the vaults. And Sebastian Flyte was one of them. In that moment he decided
to take a risk. And now he had his Ariel.

The reason Merovingian valued Ariel even more than he first though he would.
Lots of people wanted him and Merovingian had him, it was petty and true.

There was the woman he had taken his slave from, M of MI6. Although she wanted
him dead rather than possessed. Something he would never allow to happen. The
thought of Ariel dead was something that made rage bubble up. Merovingian loved
his wife but in one of those moments she learned how treasured the slave was to
him.

There was Severine. Or more importantly her mysterious owner. The though of
that person sent a chill through him. He was unknown and dangerous. The way
Severine's employer perused Ariel. It was a deep emotional desire fuelling it.
Which lead him to the person M warned him about.

There had been the cryptic warning about a James Bond who she said had a minor
infatuation with the slave. She assured him Bond would be of no consequence.
Merovingian wondered if she under estimated the feelings towards the slave.
There was something that drew people to him. And Merovingian was sure she
underestimated the slave's true value.

There had also been others. The many guests who sampled Ariel's delights. He
was so accommodating and accepted mostly everything. Even the things he
disliked he could convince a guest he enjoyed. Then there were the ones who
knew of the hacker he once was. If it had not been a requirement of being
allowed to keep the slave. Merovingian would have never conditioned him against
computers and he could have been so much more than a valet.

Merovingian had delighted in turning them all down. Especially when the money
they offered became awe inspiring. The one exception Severine's owner, he was
frightening.

Some of the stories he had heard from the Slave's training scared and shocked
the Slave Master. The Slave had lead a defiant protest against his betters. He
had bribed staff to organise his escape and it almost worked. Called for help
and launched a cyber attack. In the end Madam Cain worked her magic and he was
now docile and perfect.

The convoy of black Land Rovers entering the large circular court yard pulled
Merovingian from his musings. They were here for negotiations with not only
Merovingian but several senior members of the Syndicate. He had been surprised
when Janus agreed to the meeting. They had refused all previous. But they were
the best weapons dealers Europe had and in the safety of his own mind
Merovingian was just a little scared and wanted the best.

It was time to meet the two men who controlled the arms trade from Russia to
Africa. The two men were easy to spot. They exited the last car and carried
themselves with a deadly, absolute authority.

If Merovingian didn't know Janus was two men. He could have thought the tall
woman who stepped out of the first car to be one of them. The weak unkempt man
at her side was of no consequence. And the five in the middle car were easily
identified as mercenaries. Janus liked to keep friend and foe in their line of
sight.

Out of the corner of his eye. Merovingian saw the expression on his wife's
face. The darker blond with the slimmer face and red scars on the side of it.
Dressed in black trousers and shirt. She wouldn't look at twice. The one with
the rounder face and lighter blond hair and piercing light blue eyes. Dressed
in a custom dove grey two piece suit with a tie that set of he blue in his
eyes. She would already be wet over.

“They're lovers, my dear” Merovingian whispered quietly with a condescending
smile.

“You wish me to tell you when I fuck him” Persephone shot back and crossed
Merovingian to go meet the object of her lust.

Following his wife Merovingian had the honour of watching his wife slobber over
the guest like bitch in heat. Greeting the other face of Janus, the one with
the scars. Merovingian spoke in English as it was the only common language
between everybody. As they spoke Merovingian noticed the scarred Janus' eyes
slipped past him to the Slave behind.

Moving to the other Janus, before his wife started rutting against him. “If my
Wife has finished her whoring, may I introduce myself” Merovingian said to the
other Janus. He could see he would pay for that remark but it was so much fun.
If it wasn't for the fights their marriage would be so boring.

He and the un-scarred Janus exchanged brief greetings. Merovingian noticed this
Janus was showing the slave far more interest than he did his wife.

Seeing opportunities to further piss his wife off, have a closer ear to his
guests and a way to loosen his guest's tongues. Merovingian turned to the
object of their interest, just a few paces behind him. With a sweeping arm
indicating the slave, “Ariel, my personal servant. He will take care of you
while in my home.”

Ariel gave a respectful bow, “It will be my pleasure to serve”

Watching Ariel give the meek and clear response. Merovingian noticed the
tension around an eye indicating something was coming into conflict with the
slave's mental conditioning. “Do you know these men” Merovingian asked.

Before the slave could answer the Janus without the scars answered. “I knew him
from my previous employment” he informed and the tension disappeared from the
slave.

“MI6” Merovingian said neutrally.

“When we were alive” the Scarred Janus said with a warning edge.

Merovingian could accept that. He didn't want to openly cross that woman. After
the Cyber attack the slave had launched. Merovingian had to call on Severine's
employer for help in dealing with the situation. He had been paying for it ever
since. The Employer was ruthless. He had not appreciated his offers for the
slave being refused. There had even been attempts to extract the slave by
force. Luckily none had gotten closer than the perimeter fence, so far.

“My dealings with that institution are as few and far between as possible. I do
not trust that woman” Merovingian said. They both seemed wary. Merovingian was
concerned as well. He would not ask them directly and in a show of trust he
would let them keep an eye on the only person who knew their identities.

Guiding his guests inside. Merovingian walked side by side with the scarred
Janus while his wife continued to whore herself to the other one. “Ariel takes
pain well and is never more happy than when he is within the arms of a man.
However I must insist, no injuries, nothing that will scar. Bruises and welts
however look wonderful on him” Merovingian purred with an appreciative groan

Leading his guests passed the living centrer piece of the main foyer. Today it
was three slaves. Long legs and lean muscles. All suspended about a meter off
the ground. In bondage, posed as if they were in a race, jumping hurdles.

“Ariel was in a beautiful Tableau. He and his parter were suspended as two
people swimming around each other” Merovingian mused heading up the winding
stairs. Getting a hum in response from the Janus at his side, as he studied the
bound slaves.

On the first floor. The first room on the left. Opening the door to a large
suite. Merovingian entered. It was not his best but they were being prepared
for his other more valued associates. “Feel free to freshen up and relax. We
will be on the back terrace. Ariel will be at you disposal throughout your
stay.” Merovingian reassured.

After saying the room next door was for Onatopp and her friend. Merovingian
pulled his slave to the side. Under the guise of a few final words of support
for his role as his master's representative. Merovingian gave a warning to
watch and report back what the two men did and said. Threading a finger through
the collar “Mine” Merovingian said resolutely and almost silently into the
slave's ear.

“Always, my Master” the slave replied.

Merovingian knew his slave would be superlative at the task. Nothing seemed to
escape his notice and surprisingly few saw how the Slave acted. Especially in
bed he could wrap most men round his finger, showing them bliss and the cameras
or microphones would capture the euphoria educed ramblings.

Leaving the slave and guests alone. Merovingian stepped out into the corridor,
receiving a slap the moment the door was closed. Flicking his eyes, only the
doll was in the corridor with them. Merovingian didn't mind his wife playing
like this in private but never in front of guests.

“Jealous the Slave will feel the man's cock before you do” Merovingian hissed
at his wife. She went to slap him again and this time Merovingian caught the
wrist. Tutting Merovingian shook his head.

She yanked her arm free. ”It will be a relief to be with a man and not a child”
Persephone hissed. The insult was old, she always called him a spoiled child,
trying to attack his masculinity.

Merovingian laughed. ”The Scarred Janus, the desire for Ariel, perhaps I could
feel his cock before you as well”

His wife saw red. Merovingian would have laughed if he was not brushing off a
proper punch. He did give a chuckle as she stormed down the corridor. Her
vacant doll of a personal slave trailing after her. Struggling to keep up with
his mistress' stride.

”My love, I loath you and love you in equal measure.” Merovingian called, just
before his wife rounded the corner to go upstairs.

***** 1st Day: Bath Time *****
Chapter Summary
     James and Alec tread carefully around the slave James once knew
James looked to the bowed head of the man he thought had died over two years
ago. He could tell Alec was a little concerned for what he might do. While Alec
had agreed to follow in whatever James intended to do while here, Alec's men
were his responsibility and didn't want them caught in the crossfire. Now he
had found Q alive and seemingly well, in the custody of the person James
thought had killed him.

James manoeuvred towards Q, still standing just inside the door. He was
standing with his head bowed, arms behind him and feet together. The green
underwear and strips of cloth rather obscene and humiliating. The collar around
the column of the narrow neck, causing anger to bubble up in him. James having
a hard time suppressing the desire to rip the collar off and drag Q from this
place.  

Gently James touched he point of the sharp chin. The moment he did the green
eyes snapped to him. He heard Alec giving another warning cough in the
background.

“Ariel” James said. The name like an insult dripping from this tongue.

“Yes, sir”

“Do you know me?” James asked and he saw a squirm and a twinge from the other
man as if in severe pain. A mewl sounded, followed by a reluctant nod and an
explosive gasp.

“Why did you react like that?” Alec asked coming up to the other two men.

“Sorry sir. I'm discouraged from doing some things. Remembering my past is one
of them” Ariel answered.

“what else?” James snapped making the slave flinch.

“I have been conditioned against committing violent acts, touching computers as
well” Ariel responded.

“How did you get here?” James demanded.

Seeing the pain and stress he was putting the Slave under Alec placed a
restraining hand on his lover's shoulder. “Relax” Alec instructed the slave.
The green eyes turned to him if relief, “Thank you Sir”

With some fear Ariel looked to James. “Sir, I'm sorry a can not discus what you
desire” Arial said. Genuine pain and regret in his voice. Disappointed at not
being able to fulfil the order.

A knock at the door sounded and Ariel moved to answer. Taking the bags from the
slave that brought them. Ariel placed them on a table.

Automatically James and Alec looked about the room. Mapping and checking out
the hostile environment. Ariel moving about unpacking. James and Alec not to
concerned, the only guns they personally brought in the holsters under their
jackets.

The room was wide. To the left was a lounge study area. Couches, coffee table
and an ornate desk in front of a window. Three regularly spaced arched, paned
windows along the far wall. The drive leading up to the house and manicured
grounds beyond the window. Alec and James shared glances, both could see glints
of scopes in the distance, along with patrolling guards.

The right wall had the massive four poster bed against it. A doors either side
of it. The whole room was decorated like the rest of the house, in classic
French style. Highly polished woods, patterned silken upholstery, soft fabrics
and crystal chandeliers.

The door to the right of the bed was a bathroom. It was done in cream and
green, marble and tile and gilded gold fittings. A huge square bath was in the
exact centre. Two semi circle alcoves were on the far wall. The open one had
shower heads all directed to the centre. The other alcove was partitioned off
by a curving frosted glass panel. A lavatory and bidet behind the glass panel.
To the right, between two sinks a floor to ceiling mirror with a barber chair
in front of it.

The door on the other side of the bed was a dressing room with a large mirror,
drawers and hanging space. All in rich wood, plush carpet and bright lighting.
And that was where Alec watched the slave pack away their clothes. Looking
through the door at the far end, Ariel became bashful. It was a tiny windowless
cupboard not much bigger than the sleeping roll on the floor. At one end was a
compact wet room. “Your room” Alec said.

“Yes Sir” Ariel said.

Coming back out into the main bedroom Alec saw his lover with an almost
scandalised look on his face. He had pulled open a set of doors on the back
wall to find all manner of toys in the cupboard. “Vanilla” Alec accused coming
to stand by him. There were neatly coiled ropes, chains, sex toys, whips,
paddles, crops and things neither Alec or James could identify.

“Sirs, if there is something you would like that is not present it can be
called for” Ariel said from behind them.

Alec cast a look at his lover. He knew the man and he was getting to the point
where he would make things explode because he couldn't see a better way to deal
with his emotions. Alec pointedly closed the doors. Cutting off the view of
toys to James.

“What is the schedule?” Alec asked.

“Between four and six, people will start arriving. Drinks on the terrace until
Dinner at Seven. Formally finishing at eleven. There will be entertainment
throughout” Ariel listed.

James gathering himself and getting into the mindset of a mission. “What
Entertainment?”

“Most of the guests like to bet so it will be competition based. Pony races,
hurdles, 100 meter on the lawn. Wrestling, 10 pegs, boxing below the terrace.
And after dinner, dancing and acrobatics.” Ariel informed.

“10 pegs?” Alec asked of the only one he couldn't guess at.

“A bench with ten pegs of increasing size and difficulty of shape. The
competitor must mount each peg in turn. The one who gets furthest, quickest
wins” Arial explained and ducked his head seeing James didn't like the concept
of the game.

“Any tips?” James asked. Even though he didn't like this place he knew he was
in the middle of a hornets nest. And had to make an attempt to fit in.

“Belonek, wrestling in the third match. Vulcan for hurdles. LaSaber for 10
pegs” Ariel informed. Adding, “Sirs, there is also likely to be poker and
baccarat”

“Well we better not keep out hosts waiting” Alec said.

“Would Sirs care for a shower or a bath?”

“Bath” both men responded together.

Ariel went to the bathroom to start the taps on the massive tub. The two ornate
guided swan spouts started poring water. Adding oils to the water he let it
fill. Ariel looked as the deep centre square started to fill. The bath had two
tiers. A deep centre section with a less deep bench round it to sit on. Ariel
dealt with water but he hated any water container that he could be submerged
in.

Coming out the two guest stopped their whispered conversation and looked at
him. The sensation was a little strange. As a slave no one tended to notice
him. He was just expected to be there when needed and would be in trouble if he
wasn't. The fact the two men were noticing him put him on edge.
 
“Sirs, is their anything you would prefer to wear tonight?” Ariel asked ducking
his head. Both said no but something appropriate. Rounding the bed to go to the
dressing room.

“Ariel” James called.

Hoping he wouldn't be asking questions about his past. Ariel knew that he knew
the man but he couldn't look back on the memories of him without the condition
pain and nausea response. As long as he stayed in the here and now, thinking of
him as Janus or Sir, Ariel could cope.

“Old Man” Alec called to his lover in warning as he cast sympathetic eyes to
Ariel.

“I thought you were dead. If I had known you needed help. I would have come”
James said.

“That is most kind Sir” Ariel responded. Desperately trying to avoid the
conditioned response by letting the words wash over him.

“Never offered to come help me” Alec shot. Trying to break the tension and stop
James from going off on a vendetta that would get everyone killed, including
the slave.

“That's because you are big enough and ugly enough to deserved a cruse missile
landing on you” James responded.

Ariel didn't get the reference but he gave a smile as the two men bantered back
and for a few more rounds. “Sirs, may I continue?” Ariel asked. Dropping his
smile and bowing his head. He had ruined their good mood. Apologising for
speaking out of turn, Ariel waited for their judgement.

“Yes continue” Alec ordered as he brushed shoulders with his lover.

In the dressing room Ariel moved quickly. The talking had put him behind
schedule. He laid out a suit for James with accompanying paraphernalia. Alec's
wardrobe consisted of a lot of black. Trousers, light sports coat and shirt for
him.

Sliding his briefs down Ariel detached the materiel from his ankle cuffs. He
then removed the two pieces of materiel from his collar then from his wrist
cuffs. Picking up the two dressing gowns, supplied by his master. Ariel then
stepped out of the dressing room and the guests fell silent and Alec turned to
see what James was staring at.

Nude apart from the green collar and cuffs. Ariel stood with a silk dressing
gown in each hand. “Would sirs like to bathe individually or together?” Ariel
asked automatically.

Knowing he had done something wrong but not knowing what. Ariel dropped his
head again and trembled slightly. Unlike the other guests these two were
putting him on an uneasy edge. “Sirs, please accept my apologies.”

“We are not used to a, a slave” Alec said. Also on edge, worried James would
snap at any moment. Also wondering what was up with the slave that James knew
but didn't act like he knew James.

“As you say Sir. I can perform the services of a Valet. I am also experienced
and trained in personal grooming...” Ariel trailed off. Aware the two men
weren't interested. Ariel was growing frightened. Pulling his hands behind his
back and feet together. The stance a formal submissive standing posture.
Awaiting direction or punishment.

“Come on you can show me how good you are” Alec said and got a relieved smile
from the slave.

“Coming old man” Alec shot over his shoulder at his lover.

Hanging the dressing gown on a hook and taking a few towels. Ariel placed them
within easy reach of the bath. “Would Sir like a shave” Ariel asked coming up
to Alec. Getting a positive response Ariel filled a sink with hot water and
soaked a small face cloth in it. Coming back to Alec with James standing by the
door watching silently. Reaching for the buckle of Alec's trousers, Ariel
stilled.

“Sir” Ariel called and waited for permission. “Sir there is a custom when
dressing and undressing a master. Homage is paid to the flesh”

Shrugging, “Go ahead” Alec responded and got worried and nervous smile.

Starting with the buckle of the belt. Ariel removed it from Alec's waist. He
then unbuttoned the black shirt Alec wore, hesitating slightly before pressing
a kiss to the skin as it was revealed. Concerned the man didn't understand what
was being offered. As the shirt opened more Ariel saw the old burn scars on
left side of the torso. An extra kiss was given to the marred flesh. After the
shirt was off Ariel folded it, placing it on a counter.

Then came the shoes. Ariel knelt before Alec untying the laces. Alec lifted his
foot to allow Ariel to remove the shoe and sock. A kiss was placed to the top
arch. With no reaction but curious acceptance Ariel's confidence grew.

Looking to his lover. “Could get used to being pampered” Alec called. It was
not what he wanted to say but he knew the place would likely be bugged and he
was concerned how James would react to the slave's actions. Their eyes met
briefly and something flicked in James'. He had come to a decision and Alec was
concerned.

However as Ariel knelt lowered Alec's trousers and placed a kiss on each thigh.
James came to sit on the edge of the filling bath, to Ariel's back. His eyes
raked over the lean back, lightly muscled and rounded arse. The shaved and
hanging testicles becoming visible. Something green and glossy catching his
eye. “Arch your back” James said softly.

Ariel stilled in reaching for the waist band of Alec's black joky shorts. Doing
as instructed he knew the end of the buttplug would become visible. “Always
ready?” James mused.

“Always, Sir” Ariel replied.

With no further orders Ariel grasped the waist band of Alec's tight underwear.
Pulling the black material down, the bulge didn't do credit to the flesh
underneath. Alec was easily the largest real cock Ariel had seen. And he didn't
go in for the grooming the master and most of the others did. Placing a kiss on
the shaft of the half hard penis. The unkempt thatch of wiry hair tickling his
nose. Ariel then placed another on the low hanging balls. The inviting musky
scent filling his nostrils and bringing him to full arousal.

Guiding Alec to the chair in front of the mirror. Placing a towel so Alec
wouldn't touch the cold surface. “Please be seated Sir”

Picking up the hot face cloth he covered the sharp stubble of Alec's beard. A
throat clearing brought Ariel's attention to James standing in the spot Alec
had just vacated. With the hot face cloth needing time to swell the hairs and
open the pours Ariel started to undress James.

Just as Alec before. Ariel started with the shirt and this time a tie as well.
Kisses were laid as each button was opened. There were two mangled scars, both
got kisses as well. The first was a patchwork on James' shoulder. Then the
single entrance wound lower on the abdomen.

Then the shoes, with feet receiving the deferential kiss. The trousers came off
and Ariel was eager to see what lay beneath the bulge of James tight white
boxers. Lowering the material. A cock, not too thick but looked like it could
be quite long appeared. Placing a kiss where the head was covered by a
foreskin. Ariel took a deep inhale, pressing a kiss to the tight balls behind.

A hand landed on his head and Ariel's initial thought of a blowjob was stilled.
James continued to stroke his hair massaging his finger into the scalp. Then a
finger came down the side of his face. “No glasses” James mused.

“I have a decorative pair, Sir. If Sir wishes” Ariel offered.

A muffled “Please stop distracting the barber” came for the chair.

Letting Ariel up James followed and watched the Slave shave his lover. While
Ariel was busy James refiled the basin with hot water adding another face cloth
to it. By the time Ariel had finished with Alec, James took his place in the
chair. The thin fingers were sure and experienced as they wielded the blade.
“Very good” James said after standing and looking in the mirror.

Ariel glowed with the praise, “Sir, thank you, you are most generous”

Ariel moved to join Alec in the bath and James followed. Ariel was thorough in
his washing of the two men. Sweeping hands over defined muscles kneading scalps
as he washed their hair. As both James and Alec joined the slave at full mast
he seemed to expect something. When it didn't happen he became nervous.

Tilting the slave's chin up seemed to be considered a command to look at the
person doing it. As the green eyes fixed on James'. “What is it” James
commanded.

“Dose Sir desire relief?”

James could see the eagerness in Alec. Deciding to go first “Why not” James
said and let go of the chin. There was a deeply covered fear in the slave and
he took a breathe and his head dipped below the surface.

Before Ariel could latch on James brought him back up. “You don't have to drown
yourself” James reassured and the fear became well concealed abject terror.

“There is no danger, Sir. I am well practised” Ariel said.

James not liking the fear moved to sit on the edge of the bath. The fear
dispersed and the green expressive eyes looked on in wonder. With a surprising
eagerness the slave latched onto James' cock.

“Fuck!” James wheezed. The suction and wicked, skilled tongue were practised
and exquisite.

Alec chuckled at his lover clinging to the rim of the bath with white knuckles.
The tendons and muscles going taught on his neck and torso.

“Tickle his prostate” Alec goaded the slave.

James' vision was filled with the obscene image of wondrous green eyes flicking
to him and his cock wrapped in dark red lips as the head bobbed back and forth.
The mouth applying suction as it pulled off, a flicking tongue to the head
before there was a deep penetration and the feel of a throat. A hand gently
massaging his balls. James could only nod his approval of Alec's idea, not
trusting his voice.

With the oily water easing the way, a single finger entered him. Then it
started rubbing deep, in time to the movements of that decadent mouth. James
was trembling, his nerves singing. Looking down at the slave enjoying his task
was the final straw. Grabbing the slave's head James thrust deep and gurgled
out his pleasure. The vague feeling of throat muscles rippling over his cock
was what James finally focused on. Then the gob smacked expression of his
lover.

With another gurgled attempt at speech James slid back into the water and came
eye to eye with the smug Slave. His green eyes sparkling and thrilled. “His
turn” James growled with a challenging smile.

Alec did the same. He raised himself out the water. “Dose Sir permit prostate
stimulation” Ariel asked as he crossed the bath in a predatory prowl. Eyes
fixed on the large cock, the foreskin pulling so tight it rolled itself back
from the gland as Ariel looked at it. A full and pink head revealed to him.

“If you can take me to the root, yes” Alec challenged and lost. An
embarrassingly short time later Alec was sliding back into the water with a
dazed expression on his contented face. With a smug pleased expression Ariel
returned to washing the two men down.

Alec stepped out of the bath and Ariel followed. Alec stood still while the
slave rubbed his skin dry with a soft towel. Then rubbed in an oil, over the
scared skin covering the left hand side of Alec's face, neck, torso and thigh.
As Ariel stood and moved to go get Alec's dressing gown. He was pulled back
against Alec's muscled chest. The other man's flaccid cock resting between the
cheeks of his arse.

Two arms wrapped around Ariel chest and stomach. One hand caressing and
pinching a nipple while the other caressed his side. A mouth kissed and nibbled
his neck above the collar.

A ripple pulled Ariel's attention to the bath. Letting out an 'eep' his cock
stiffened a bit more and a twinge of his arse caused the buttplug to move
inside him.

James dropped his head while keeping eye contact on Ariel. His hands placed on
the edge of the bath, pushed up James' shoulder blades. From Ariel's point of
view it looked like a predator about to pounce.

Stalking out of the bath James approached the slave. Anticipation and
stimulation caused tremors to wrack the slave's body.

The only reason James didn't stop. Ariel kept eye contact with him. The slave's
cock twitched in its painfully erect state and a single bead of precum
glistened at the end. If he showed the slightest reluctance James didn't think
he could complete his task.

The slave 'eeped' again as James gracefully dropped to a single knee. Keeping
eye contact James licked the precum from the angry purple gland. James could
see the determination to not thrust and the desire to thrust, war within the
man he had once called Q.

“Do you wish me to go further” James purred, gravelly and low. Hoping for some
more genuine form on consent.

Ariel mewled, “My only desire is your wishes”

Alec chuckled in Ariel's ear. “If we wish to bring you over the edge. If we
wish you to teeter on the brink. If we leave you now, unfulfilled”

“As Sir wishes. All that matters is his desire”

“Stop teasing” James admonished and wrapped his lips round the circumcised
head. Using his tongue he circled the ridge of the gland and over the cum
leaking slit. Ariel mewled as Alec held him tight.

With Alec teasing nipples and neck. James used his tongue to torment the man in
his mouth. Reaching between Ariel's legs James found the narrow base on the
buttplug. Barely more than a bump to the internally lodged device. “Siss, I, I”
Ariel's words ended in a shriek and filled James' mouth with his cum.

Alec held up Ariel until he could right the dazed slave and Ariel walked out of
the bathroom ahead of them. “Nice arse” Alec mused to James as they followed,
watching the muscles move under the skin. James responded with an appreciative
tone. Capturing James in a kiss Alec explored the cavern with the lingering
salty taste. Pulling back they moved to the dressing room.

“Good” James praised at the coordination of the suit Ariel had laid out for
him. The Slave thanked him with a deep blush on his face.

Stepping forward James went first. Ariel removed the silk dressing gown.
Picking up a pair of white jockey shorts Ariel sank to his knees in front of
James. James stepped into the underwear and Ariel slid them up his legs. A
reverent kiss was placed to the cock and balls before they were covered.

Soon Ariel had James standing in a silver grey suit. There was no tie on the
white shirt as the meal was less formal and the weather warm.

Alec got the same treatment. A kiss was placed as each part of his body as it
was covered and he soon stood in black trousers and shirt with a very dark grey
sports coat.

Noticing James had brought a proper dinner suit but not Alec. Ariel hesitated,
he knew there was two formal events planed and his master would not like it if
his guests didn't attempt to conform to tradition. “Would sir like me to find a
tuxedo” Ariel hesitantly asked Alec.

James snorted out his laughter. “If you can get him into anything more than a
sports jacket. You'll be a miracle worker” James informed.

Before leaving the dressing room Ariel slipped on his green briefs. Attaching
the two hanging pieces of material to his ankle cuffs. Then the two separate
pieces were attached from his wrist cuffs to his his collar.

“Dressed” James said.

Ariel knew he was being mocked. He knew what the briefs with coverings that
couldn't even be consider token looked like. However modesty and pride were
luxuries he no longer felt entitled to. “Yes Sir” Ariel responded and thought
he saw a flash of hurt in the man's eye.

“Do you have a wider wardrobe” Alec asked. Again trying to mediate Ariel's
acceptance of his life and James' inability to accept how the person he once
knew was acting.

“Extensive” Ariel replied, his master had been quite generous. He had clothes
ranging from custom suits to the most obscene the fashion world had to offer.
He had even been given an extensive range of costumes.

“We would prefer you to be more conservative in public” James said.

“As you wish Sirs”

Before leaving James' eyes flicked to the pillows, where he his his gun.
Deciding to leave it. The temptation to use it to great and he needed to play
nice with their host if he wanted to succeed. After collecting Onatopp and
Boris the group followed Ariel along the corridor. Coming to the main foyer
they descended the stairs.

The tall dark haired woman with light brown eyes. Dressed in skin tight black
clothing. A long thin cigar between two fingers. Looked over the defined
muscles of the slave leading them through the house. “What lovely physique”
Onatopp drawled in her rolling Georgian accent as she indicated the legs of
their guided.

It was rare for Alec's right hand woman to be cowed. James was no exception,
she ignored the glare the man sent her. “Our host certainly has a preference”
she continued looking at the three slaves posed as hurdlers leaping.

Agreeing Alec nodded. Adding, “Long, lean with whipcord muscles” he said as
they were lead through grand halls.

There was no secret to what his Master found attractive. So Ariel clarified the
well known facts, “17 to 30. Milky skin with pink rather than brown nipples.
Dark, preferably black hair and blue or green eyes. In essence himself”

James and Alec exchanged glances. Ariel fitting well within the aesthetic
preference of their host. The narcissism of no surprise.

“Persephone?” James asked.

“For the Mistress' toys. She likes males, of a naturally effeminate appearance.
Preferably of far east ethnicity. Delicate of shape and features with long
hair. For her partners she likes handsome, rugged, very masculine” Ariel
informed.

Onatopp sent James a smile. “You my friend are screwed. Although you do get
him” Onatopp said with an appreciative groan to Ariel's back.

“If Madam would care for company. It could be arranged” Ariel said.

Nowhere near as ethical as her two companions. “Yes” Onatopp purred.  

Asking about age, aesthetics, sex. When Onatopp purred, “Male” Boris, the tall,
thin and stooping man. Unshaven and looking a little unwashed. With little
round glasses, a piece of tape keeping on a broken leg. Made his protests. It
was done in a language Ariel could identify as Russian but not translate.

“I shall bring a selection to your room tonight if you wish, Madam” Ariel said.

“Someone experienced in corporal punishment and femdom techniques” Alec added
making Onatopp give an annoyed grunt.

Ariel was sure his shudder had been seen by those following him. Femdom had
never been a pleasant thing in his experience. “All those in service are
experienced, Sir” Ariel responded and they finally came out side.

The Mediterranean dominated the view even though the house was set over a mile
back from it. Clear blue sea reflecting the cloudless sky. The Sun was hanging
off to the right still warm in the cusp between afternoon and evening. The air
blowing in warm, off the African continent.

A series of terraces going down from the house. The topmost one stretched wider
than the house. The one below containing a large freshwater pool stretching
out. With display areas either side. Allowing people to watch events from
elevated position of the upper terrace. The lowest terrace contained manicured
grounds stretched out. An optical illusion making it appearing to reach
directly into the ocean.

James stopped, closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Aware that the people
behind him had stopped. Ariel turned to look. There was a calm relaxed
expression on James' face. His eyes closed and face raised. For a moment Ariel
felt the conditioned response before lowering his eyes. The flash of memory of
the man he one knew, now a curse. Forcing himself to focus on the here and now.
Ariel waited.

Onatopp looked to the basking man as well. “Not built for the cold” she joked.
Alec said something softly in Russian to her. She stepped closer to Ariel with
Boris in her wake.

Alec moved closer to his Lover and clasped his hand. He watched James' face as
he turned to towards the sun. Breaking his moment James looked to Alec and
opened his eyes. “Yes, I don't do cold” James snapped at Onatopp.

Leading the group along the larger terrace. Ariel stopped. Just ahead was
Merovingian and his wife. A several guests had arrived already and were
enjoying cocktails.

Ariel gave a bow to James and Alec and backed away. Letting them join the other
party goers.

***** 1st Day: The Evening *****
Chapter Notes
     Thanks to the supportive comments and all who continue to read.
     A bit of plot as a prelude to some kink.
-Ariel's Evening-

Ariel bowed and waited until James and Alec went to greet his Master before
taking four steps back, turning and leaving.

Entering the house Ariel found one of the camouflaged doors, looking like a
part of the wall with a handle sticking out of it. The moment Ariel was through
the door, the opulence of the house disappeared. He was on the landing of a
wide and simple concrete stairwell. Going down Ariel descended below the
surface levels. To the rabbit warren, of the corridors and rooms, of Below
Stairs.

Taking a breath Ariel organised his thoughts. With a brisk pace Ariel moved
down corridors, turning corners and dodging frantic staff and slaves. Moving
about the chaos, below the surface of the graceful house.

Entering the Wardrobe. A large room with racks of clothing. Ariel approached
the Seamstress, the flapping woman in charge of it. She was a short, round,
blond/grey woman dressed in a jumble of fashions. A slave that found a skill to
keep her in the household when her appearance was no longer enough. “What”she
snapped at Ariel as she continued to fluster about.

“A guest will be requiring a Tuxedo” Ariel informed.

Letting out a groan she pulled a pencil from her hair and a note pad from a
pocket. Ariel gave the sizes he had seen on Alec's clothing.

With the order placed Ariel moved to his section amongst the shelves.
'Conservative' Ariel thought. A flinch of conditioned pain and nausea struck
him as Ariel thought about James, or more importantly the memories of him.

“Here and Now” Ariel muttered and cleared his mind.

“Conservative” he reminded himself. Looking over suits that he would wear when
accompanying his master on business. He had never worn one inside the house.
His master preferred him nude and on display.

Picking a suit, Ariel put it over his arm. Then he picked up some cream
britches and black poet shirt. For underwear, he picked up tight pair of shorts
with lace panels at the sides. Adding a green sheer outfit. It was an almost
see through two piece. Made of a small waist coat and loose trousers that would
hang low on his hips.

Going to the front of the wardrobe the Seamstress barked “When is it to be
ready for?”

“The evening after next” Ariel replied and pressed a button near the door. A
moment later the Furniture arrived. Furniture being a slave who was so low they
were giving the task of being a piece of furniture. Most did the job of tables
or stands. Some of the more advanced tasks involved standing and opening doors,
carrying things or running messages. They did not speak or react. Ignored and
overlooked they were barely seen by anyone of the household. Even when they
were everywhere.

Giving the cloths to it. “Janus' room, slave quarters. Lay them on the bed,
flat” Ariel said. He turned and left the room as furniture never moved while
being looked at.

Moving to the next destination. Ariel entered a huge room. It was where the
slaves exercised, trained and practised out of sight. It may have been a wine
cellar at one point as the roof was fairly low, even for below stairs in
general. It was bright and well lit. Exercise equipment along the far side in a
long line. Open areas with markings on the floor, tracks and lines for use in
exercising and warming up. A wooden floored area with a slight spring, for use
in practising and rehearsing dancing, gymnastics and other entertainments for
their masters and the guests.

Moving past the track where those who were going to compete on the lawn were
warming up. The athletic camp a bit too far for connivance. Only the Pony
slaves were not allowed in the house as they were basically feral. There was
Vulcan stretching his very long legs. He was the shortest of the hurdlers but
from heel to hip he was the longest and was faster than he first looked.

Seeing the sandy haired and green eyed Belonek, practising and warming up. He
was a lean wrestler, skilled and deceptively strong and agile. He was also
rather nice and friendly away from the competition ring. Ariel nodded to him
and got a smile in return, before he slammed his practice opponent down.

Then came another group. They were applying thick geese to their orifices.
LaSaber was the youngest and smallest of them but truly enjoyed fisting. He had
served some of the most extreme guests and survived. There was no doubt he
would win the competition.

An office on the farthest end was Ariel's goal. It meant he passed everyone.
Nearest the office. A row of four boys were on the floor. Their arms stretched
out in front of them as their backs were almost folded over and their feet
touched the top of their heads. A fifth was in the hands of the old fat coach.
A cigarette hung from his mouth as he helped the boy stretch into the contorted
position.

A more heavily muscled male gymnast practised on a rope. Holding the rope
between his wide spread arms he brought himself to a horizontal position.

Finally coming to the office. Ariel knocked and lowered his head. The big man
inside had frightened him since the day he arrived. He was responsible for
managing the Slaves and since the incident with the Mistress he had liked Ariel
even less.

Stepping in after a barked order. Ariel waited until addressed. The white bald
head glared with reflections of the bare bulb. If he was shorter he would have
reminded him of Elmer Fudd. He liked to keep Ariel waiting but he had to be
careful. To the Master, Ariel's word could carry more weight than his.

“What” Elmer growled in a thick polish accent when he deemed Ariel had waited
long enough.

“Madam Onatopp has requested the use of a slave, Sir” Ariel informed.
Flinching. The man growling as he lashed out with a shock stick getting Ariel
in the stomach. Collapsing with a shriek Ariel whimpered until the stick was
removed from his skin.

“Well. I'm not a mind reader what dose she want” he snapped.

Knowing the overseer wanted to show him his place. Ariel grovelled before
whimpering out. “Male, early twenties, someone accustomed to the Mistress, Sir”

“You” the overseer growled knowing how scared Ariel was of the woman.

”My apologies, Sir. I am to serve Janus” Ariel answered, deliberately taking
the overseer's comment literally.

“Cocks galore” he spat with contempt. Thoughts of the man not complaining when
it was his cock. Ariel left as unthought as possible.

Ariel closed his eyes as the Overseer looked back to his computer and started
tapped away. Even the sounds of the keys caused Ariel nausea and phantom pain.
Then the pain wasn't phantom. Another shock came sending Ariel to the floor,
writhing in agony.

“Go” the overseer spat and dropped a piece of paper down in front of Ariel's
face. Grabbing the paper Ariel thanked the man and climbed to his feet and fled
the small office.

The slave dormitory where Ariel spent some of his time. A large windowless
room, divided into three sections. One section was little more than rows of
large padded shelving, three levels high. Where most of the slaves slept, where
they could. An open shower and toilet area. With so many people staying here it
had to be kept spotlessly clean. It always smelled of soap and disinfectant.

The slaves who held a position were housed in the cubicles. Two rows of
cubicles, sectioned off by a thin hip high barriers. It was no wider than the
width of the small bed and narrow desk beside it. With hard plastic chair and a
row of cubbyholes under the bed and rough woollen bedding. It was luxury to
most slaves. The fact they were allowed some postpositions was luxury in
itself.

Going to the dormitory Ariel exchanged a glance with Kuku the Mistress'
personal slave. Tiger her last, having been demoted to Furniture. In the
Master's fury Tiger had been beaten, broken and blinded. He now stood outside
the breakfast room every morning, holding a tray with the day's messages. He
acted as a warning to the Mistress of who ruled the house.

Kuku was Chinese with an effeminate round face. His shoulder length hair was a
gloss black and soft. What most people didn't know about him and the Mistress
kept quiet. Since his enslavement as a young child Kuku had been corset trained
and now only had a 17” waist.

When the Mistress bought him. The Master had taken first rights with Kuku.
Ariel had been in the Master's bedroom as the other slave striped out of his
tunic and revealed the hour glass shape. As the Master asked about it, Ariel
listened. When the Master ordered Kuku to remove the corset he had been
wearing, the slave had whimpered. Without the support he was in more pain than
when in it. After the Master had his pleasure. Ariel had helped tighten the
laces so the other Slave could move again.

Since then and unlike Tiger who had continued their Master's feud in their
absence. There was a truce between the slaves. As long as they were not ordered
to do something by their masters they stayed out of each other's way. There
were however, the odd conflicts between them but that was true of most slaves
at some point. Just because they were slaves didn't mean there wasn't jealousy,
frustration, anger, fear or ambition.

Ariel found the four slaves he was looking for. He gave them a warning that one
or all would be spending time with a guest tonight and possibly longer. Ariel
watched them separate in order to prepare.

Returning to his cubical across from Kuku's. Ariel pulled a book from a cubby
and sat at the desk. It was subversive propaganda but he was not allowed
anything more involving. A warped version of Cinderella. Where the stepmother
sold Cinderella to the palace and she became the personal slave of the prince.

Closing the final page. Ariel looked at the small clock on his desk. It was
later than he expected. Taking the book back to the slave hall. A long room
where they were allowed limited socialising, games and had access to the small
propaganda library.

Placing the book back Ariel then went up to the serving station and got his
second ration for the day. Sitting he ate at a more sedate pace as there was
little hurry. Normally he would be rushing, preparing for his Master's next day
but as he was to serve the guests. Someone else had that responsibility.

Sedately he prepared for tomorrow. Ariel headed to the room where he cared for
his Master's clothing. It was located near the kitchens and laundry. A smallish
room with a table in the centre. Cleaned clothes lined one wall. A small desk
sat in the corner littered but organised with calendars, diaries and notes.

As he approached Ariel could hear the Under Butler shouting and screams echoing
out of the room. The sliver haired Englishman had a teenage boy bent over the
table in the centre if the room. The slave's arse bare. A leather belt rained
down on it. The slave, crying and screamed as he was punished.

Having witnessed far worse. Ariel stood at the door unmoving. Like with James
Ariel let the scene wash over him to avoid the conditioned response. Until the
Under Butler would noticed him. Eventually the Under Butler released the slave
letting him slide to the floor in heap of misery.

Noticing Ariel the Under Butler picked up a pair of trousers. “What would you
recommend” the Under Butler asked showing Ariel the triangular iron burn.

“They are ruined and will need to be replaced, Sir” Ariel stated.

“You can show the Master” the Under Butler stated and dropped the trousers on
the slave. As with all the free servants he used Master as in Master of the
house rather than as in his owner. With a final barked order to go wait in the
Master's room. The slave scuttled out clasping the ruined trousers as he fled.
With nothing to discuss with him. The Under Butler left to see to his other
duties.

Going to the desk in the corner. Ariel opened the diary he maintained. After
his conditioning all of Ariel's notes had to be on paper. Looking over his
Master's schedule for tomorrow so he would know what was expected of Janus.

Matagot entered with another slave in his wake. Matagot, Ariel's predecessor.
They looked similar but Matagot had steel blue eyes to Ariel's green and was
now in his mid thirties. A few grey hairs mixing with the black. Although a
slave Matagot was Ariel's direct superior in the household.

After Ariel had become the Master's Valet. Matagot was placed in charge of all
the personal slaves. There were only five dedicated valet slaves in the house,
Ariel included. As well as over a dozen slaves that could act as personal
valets. It was Matagot's responsibility to make sure all could do and did their
duties. He to was now at risk of punishment for the temporary Valet's mistake.

After getting what he needed Ariel tuned to Matagot called his name and gave a
nodding bow. As his superior Matagot was due respect but as a slave there was
no 'Sir' or other more reverent salutation.

Coming out of the preparation room Ariel headed to the kitchen. Catching one of
the slave footmen. The Servant footmen would not talk to him unless it was
truly required. Ariel asked about the guests he was looking after. As both
James and Alec used the name Janus and Ariel was conditioned against James and
didn't know the name of the other Janus, it was a bit confusing. It also didn't
help that both were blond with blue eyes.

”Master has taken a liking to the burned Janus. He accepts Master's presence
but I don't think he likes it. The other one is being pursued by the Mistress.
He seems more open to her advances but his very stressed”

Ariel thanked him for the concerning information. By necessity a slave learns
when something is bubbling under the surface of someone.

Going to the kitchen Ariel went up to one of the senior cooks. Placing the
order Ariel said who it was for and was told it would be several minutes.

Returning to the dorm ”Ariel” Matagot called him. Whispering, “Make sure Moth
is in the appropriate place”

“Yes, Matagot” Ariel replied with a bob of the head. The 'appropriate' acting
as the real part of the order to Ariel. Unexpressed curiosity over the order
was heavily suppressed. Was Matagot protecting himself or truly wanting to help
the other slave.

In the dormitory Ariel saw Kuku was off preparing for his mistress. Finding the
slaves for Onatopp to chose from. Ariel lead them from the dorm.

All with dark hair and light eyes, lean bodies well displayed. Each had a
simple scarf secured round their hips to cover themselves. Their faces were the
only thing really separating them. The only one Ariel knew was Imp. He was from
Irish stock, lean angular lines and sharp chin and deep dark blue eyes and
black curly hair.

Returning to the kitchen at the head of the entourage. Ariel picked up the
laden tray. A silver ice bucket contained a bottle of champagne. A square
glass, double plate sat. The lager was covered with ice, the smaller square
piece of glass held piles of caviar. Bellini were on the side plate with two
bone spoons sitting on a white napkin. The final touch was some strawberries
and two glasses.

Ariel picked up the tray and took the servants passageways as far as possible.
He exited into the corridor of the guest rooms. As he passed Onatopp's room
“Rear three, go in” Ariel ordered.

Carrying on to Janus's room Ariel asked the remaining slave to open the door.
Stepping in Ariel placed the tray down and unloaded it on the low coffee table.
With everything laid out to his liking Ariel hid the tray.

Returning to Onatopp's room he made sure the four slaves were in an acceptable
position. The four slaves were opposite the entrance. All knelt, knees wide
apart and the arms held behind their backs. “Heads up, eyes forward. You are on
display, not submitting” Ariel stated and the two who had bowed heads complied.

With a final instruction “Hold position”

Getting “Yes, Ariel” in response from them all.

Retuning to the servants stairs Ariel climbed to the floor above. Exiting Ariel
circled the landing of the grand foyer. The slaves suspended two floors below.
A fond memory of being suspended at this floor with the drop below him came to
mind. Being bound and suspended one of his greatest joys.

Shaking it off Ariel entered the apartment of his Master. It had a series of
rooms. The main set of double doors entered into a lounge/study area. The door
to the left was the master's personal play room and to the right was the
magnificent bedroom.

“Not there” Ariel snapped at the cowering slave. He was opposite the main door.
Ariel had sat in the same place and had been pulled in to the play room for his
punishment, the first time he messed up.

Matagot had kindly explained if he presented himself in front of the bed. Their
Master would be more likely to stick to a simple beating rather than something
more imaginative. Imaginative was always worse.

Taking the trousers from the slave. He then guided the cowering slave to their
master's bedroom. Ariel had him kneel between the door and the bed. “Forehead
to the ground with your arms out in front of you” Ariel instructed. As the
slave took the low position Ariel laid the trousers across his arms. The burn
mark prominently displayed.

“Confess your mistake and how you made it. Don't try and give excuses. Thank
Master for his punishment and mercy, no matter what” Ariel advised.

“Thank you Ariel”

With a final look at the naked, shaggy haired slave. Ariel closed the door to
the bedroom, then the door to the apartment.

Passing Kuku coming out of the servant's stairs. Ariel retuned to the guest
suite. Going to his small slave's quarters. The furniture having done as it was
told. Ariel hung up the suit and shirt. The shirt would need ironed before use
but it could wait.

Detaching, removing the briefs and strips of material Ariel placed them in a
box for them to be cleaned. Ariel then stepped into the shower stall. Cleaning
himself inside and out Ariel lubed his arse and replaced the cleaned plug.

Drying off Ariel pulled on the green sheer trousers. They were almost see
through and in strong light were so. Making sure they hung low on his hips
Ariel tied the draw strung. They were loose and billowed about his legs. The
matching waist coat was small. Stopping just above his belly button. It also
didn't close, reaching just beyond his nipples.

Stepping out of his quarters into the dressing room. Ariel then slipped out of
the bedroom as well. Sticking close to the walls Ariel moved closer to the
foyer. From his position Ariel could hear the dinner braking up. The final
guests who weren't staying, leaving. Onatopp and her companion started to climb
the stairs and Ariel hid in a furniture cupboard.

It was a bit uncomfortable with the two other slaves already inside. Hearing
Onatopp pass Ariel stepped out silently. The sound of her door opening and
closing echoed in the corridor. Not long after, three slaves exited her room
and headed for the servant's stairs.

The one she had picked was a good choice. If Janus' warning was true. Imp would
be able to endure. He had dealt with the mistress on some of her worst days.
And unlike himself Imp didn't have the protection of the Master.

Ariel tried to shake off the memories of his Mistress' anger and jealousy. The
time the Butler was away and the Master had been called off on business. The
Mistress called him into a play room where he was string up. Suspended
horizontally with his legs splayed wide.

The Mistress and her personal Slave Tiger had violated him. A range of toys and
objects had been used on him. After each one was used it was left on the floor
for the Master to see. Some had blood staining them.

Eventually Ariel fainted. Salves and servants came in and out of the room over
the two days that he hung there. No one was willing to cross the Mistress so
there Ariel remand.

Injured, dehydrated and addled with a fever. Merovingian entered the room to
see why his slave was not attending him. For his favoured slaves Merovingian
was like a careful child. He would play but always carefully. Ariel didn't see
what happened next and no one talked about it.

When he was able to move Ariel automatically followed his routine at the sound
of the morning bell. Matagot had giving him a proud smiled and helped him up
the reaming stairs, where the other slave found him. For the first time in his
presence Merovingian did most of the work to get himself dressed. Ariel giving
token assistance as his master washed and dressed.

With a brilliant smile Merovingian had praised him for thinking of his master.
With an assurance Merovingian gave Ariel an order to rest and recover. Before
he could leave the apartment though. Merovingian came up beside his slave and
put an arm around him. “A treat for your show of selfless thought” Merovingian
had purred.

With his Master supporting him Ariel was taken to the breakfast room. A small
informal dinging room, they passed a piece of furniture Ariel would take weeks
to identify as Tiger. Sitting in a chair beside his Master. Ariel was fed from
his master's plate. As he leaned forward to take a morsel from the silver fork.
Ariel saw the Mistress.

Her left arm was in a cast. The beautiful face was bloated and ranged from
purple to green as it healed. Her right eye was swollen shut. Dropping her head
at seeing the slave and master side by side. Persephone limped to the foot of
the table where a glass with straw was placed in front of her. Unable to eat
solid food with a wired jaw.

She still hated Ariel but no longer took direct action against him. At most, a
loyal servant or slave would do something for him to receive a harsh punishment
or diminish his standing before his Master.

His Master's voice broke Ariel from his memories. The Janus he had never seen
before was talking to his Master. Ariel could hear the stress in the man's
voice. Falling back to the bedroom Ariel kept an ear out at the slightly open
door.

'James' Ariel thought hearing another voice and felt the conditioning to the
name from the obituary. “Janus! Sir!” Ariel insisted, correcting himself.
Snapping his eyes open Ariel closed the door before the two men saw him
listening.

Going to the coffee table Ariel knelt. Grasping the Champagne bottle and
twisting the cork. A slight pop and hiss sounded.

“Perfectly done” Alec said from the door way.

Giving the man a smile Ariel pulled the bottle from the ice bucket and filled
the two glassed.

-Janus-

The moment Q left. James was approached by the wife of their host. Latching
onto his arm she stood uncomfortably close. Practised in close encounters James
switched on his charm so he did not offend her or their host. She was still in
the short cream summer dress, white gold jewellery and now a pair of large dark
sunglasses.

After the obvious events on their arrival. Her conduct was not unknown to, or
cared about by her husband. Looking over, Alec was talking to the man in
question. “A weak bully. He likes to hold power over others” Persephone
whispered in James' ear. James resigned himself to having the woman rutting
against him for the night.

Alec for his part was amused by James' discomfort. Looking back to Merovingian
“I am told we are to be treated to games” Alec said pleasantly. Keeping up
appearances.

Chuckling. “My mischievous spirit” Merovingian mused. “Yes there are to be
games. Did you happen to get any tips”

Merovingian continued his soft chuckle as Alec nodded. “His eye is skilled,
heed his words. Alas I failed to ask before turning him over to your use”
Merovingian said.

“For ten pegs he mentioned Sabre. I'm not familiar with the competition so fell
free to have the tip” Alec drawled.

“LaSaber” Merovingian mused.

The other guests arrived about twenty in all. Alec stood beside Merovingian as
they followed the terrace around the house. Directed to the lawn off to the
side. The raised terrace gave a good view to the pristine grass field where a
track had been marked out. The ever present sniper scopes glinting in the
distance, like predators eyes in a jungle.

A Master of ceremonies called a 100 meters. As the Slaves warmed up. Cards were
handed out. Bets were marked down. Alec put a token wager on a black slave with
long powerful legs. Swearing as his man came in second. “Alas my friend. He is
not yet at his peak. Perhaps next year” Merovingian said. Giving the boisterous
man a soft smile.

Pony slaves in leather rigging keeping their backs straight with their arms
behind them, were next. Each pulled a small trap with a rider in it. Again Alec
picked one at random and handed his betting card over, to looses again. “You
are not having much luck” Merovingian mused. Alec gave a coy smile and a shrug.

Hurdles were set up and Alec baulked at the odds on the tip the slave had given
him. “I hope your slave knows his stuff” Alec mused placing a heft wager on
Vulcan.

Merovingian chuckled and offered reassurances. Alec saw his man. He was the
shortest. A gangly teenager in the middle of a growth spurt. He looked a bit
like a new born giraffe trying to walk for the first time. “My Ariel is only
human though” Merovingian consoled seeing the slave as well.

Alec joined the cheering as the slave moved ahead of the pack. He had the most
graceless lopping motion but it worked. Winning, Alec shouted out his victory.

“Very good my friend” Merovingian said with a genuine smile. Taken in by the
enthusiasm of the unreserved guest. It was so refreshing.

After the races the guests were directed to the edge of the terrace.
Merovingian had taken Alec's arm. The move had not been unexpected after the
attention he had been showing so far.

On the terrace below a ring had been set up. There were even the long benches
Ariel had told them about. Nearly three meters long with ten dildos fixed along
them. The first was smooth and about 5” in size. The last was a one foot long
abomination. The smaller second last was not any better. It was an 8“ diamond
shaped thing. Sharp corners and hard lines, broad flat top and tapering body.
It would be painful to get on and difficult to get off of.

Alec watched the naked wrestling match, cheering and goading on the tip Ariel
had given him. Then the wrestling changed. The victor pined his opponent to the
floor, face down and penetrated him hard and fast. Alec's cheering quietened
and stopped. Ariel's tip pulled his spent cock from the looser. Alec absently
complemented Ariel's eye and collected his winnings.

The boxing match was brutal and bloody. Only the blood bubbling from the
crushed nose, confirmed the looser had survived. The victor in almost as bad a
shape.

Then came the pegs. Ariel had been right again about the winner. Alec didn't
know how the boy had survived those things going inside him.

After the games, dinner was called and they went to the dinning room. Alec
wasn't sure if he had always been intended to be sat beside their host but that
is where Merovingian asked him to sit. At the foot James was in a similar
position with Persephone pawing at his lover's hand.

Alec ate enough to be polite, so did James. They both knew the horrors of the
hidden places in the world. They could both act like they belonged and in
certain circumstances they could share in the concept of some thing. However
some places required a sheer force of will in order the look like they
belonged.

“Marvellous” Merovingian purred to Alec. The dinner had ended and they moved to
a living room. It was huge with small stages and tables set up. Performers,
gymnasts and contortionists went through their routines. Comfortable seats,
were people conversed. Tables where card games were played. There was live
music from a string quartet in the corner.

Merovingian expressed his wonder at a performance. A boy was grabbed by the
shoulder and pulled back. In a choreographed move the Boy remained on his feet
as his back seemed to fold and he landed on his hands. Alec expressed did
dismay “I didn't think a back could bend like that”

Eventual, mentally and emotionally exhausted. Alec could make his excuses
politely. It had been too long since he had to get into the duplicitous
mentality of a spy. It had always been his lest preferred part of missions. He
much preferred when the action, shooting and blowing things up started.

Onatopp was the first to head upstairs with Boris. Merovingian took Alec's arm
again. Persephone taking James'. Arriving on the landing that led to their
room. Alec thought he saw movement from their door.

With a final goodnight and with James by his side they entered the room to a
pop. The slave was kneeling beside the coffee table. A champagne bottle still
in an ice bucket. Holding the neck of bottle in a rather erotic fashion. It
looked very much like he had been giving it a hand job.

“Perfectly done” Alec purred and the big wondrous green eyes turned to them.
The blush and bashfulness didn't help to dispel the erotic image.

***** 1st Day: A Night Togeter & 2nd Day: Lazy Morning *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
'Damn' Ariel thought. He had wanted the champagne poured before the two men
entered. Standing Ariel bowed his head. “I'm sorry, Sirs...” Ariel started,
James dismissing the apology.

Stepping forward Ariel helped the two men out of their jackets. Guiding them to
the couch. Ariel took the jackets to the dressing room. Coming out James had
his head leaning back with his eyes closed. Meeting Alec's gaze he indicated
James.

Alec held up a glass and Ariel took it. A moment's hesitation before Ariel
stepped close to the man he once knew. Brushing his leg against James' in
warning. Ariel sat across the man's lap.

James lifted his head and opened his eyes. Wrapping his arms around the bare
wast. “I dream of genie?”

“Perverted Aladdin” Ariel teased back. Referring to the shear outfit he was
wearing.

Lifting the glass to James' lips, Ariel tipped it up. After a sip Ariel lowered
the glass. A tap to his feet and Ariel lifted his legs so Alec could slip in
beside his lover.

The cold glass plate with the caviar on it was placed on Ariel's thighs. Alec
then used a bone spoon to place the little black eggs on a blini. He lifted it
to James' mouth and he accepted the bite.

Eventually James' mood began to lift, starting to stroke the skin under his
fingers. Seeing his lover relaxing Alec changed the tone of the mood.

Gathering a bit of caviar on the small bone spoon. Alec lifted it to Ariel's
lips. As the slave opened he tipped it onto the tongue. Before Ariel could
swallow Alec swooped in and kissing the slave. Using his tongue Alec scraped
the eggs off.

As the food was taken off his tongue Ariel felt an erection growing under his
arse. Squirming Ariel rubbed against the hard on, beneath him. Letting out a
moan as Alec pulled away.

Alec placed some caviar on James' tongue. Ariel leaned forward. As he mimicked
Alec's action. Kissing then stealing the caviar from James' mouth. A hand
travelled down his back and the round of his arse.

Ariel was experienced in dealing with multiplayer partners. None however had
concentrated on teasing him as these two did. Most wanted their pleasure and
would take it.

As Ariel responded to James running his hands over his body. Alec would
interrupt dividing his attention. As Ariel turned his attention to Alec. James
would pounce. It was distracting and arousing.

Suddenly Alec surged forward and up. Ariel finding himself over the man's
shoulder. With a smack to his sheer covers arse. Alec carried him. Dropping him
on the bed. Seeing James go the the toy cupboard and return with lube. “I'm
prepared” Ariel said to the two men.

“I'm not” Alec purred and dropped his trousers and underwear in one go. His
long thick cock standing proud from the unkempt wiry hair at the base. The
tight foreskin already pulled back to reveal the dark pink head.

Alec pounced pinning Ariel to the bed going to work on the neck and chest. A
had cupped Ariel's covered erection and he arched into the touch moaning out
his pleasure. Two hands disappeared round the back of the slave's arse. A
ripping sounded in the room and Alec pulled the shredded cloth off the slave.

Ariel tried to respond but his efforts were rebuffed. If Alec wanted control he
would let him. As his knees were hooked, Alec pushed them up to his chest. The
plug was worked out with Ariel moaning constantly. Then a tongue licked him
from cock to hole. The entire area was given a tongue bath.
 
Hearing a huff Ariel cracked his eyes open. James was standing behind his
lover. He didn't look like he approved of the extensive rimming but Alec was
enjoying himself. Kneeling behind his lover James disappeared from Ariel's
view.

Alec parted Ariel's legs, suckling the hairless balls and only now he noticed
the slave was completely bare of body hair.  He moved up the slave's body.
Biting gently on a dark nipple, the slave let out a moan and thrust against his
chest. Alec's cock finding the well slicked hole. Not even fully aligning, Alec
felt the muscles relaxing and the head slipped in without much effort. Alec was
amazed the Slave's body was so welcoming. He was fully seated inside without
much resistance and comfortably snug.

Ariel got a kiss from Alec. Tasting himself on the other man's tongue. So close
were they. Ariel felt the increased force from Alec as James entered him. Ariel
started undulating his hips and Alec growled out his pleasure. Then Ariel felt
James' impacts from the other side of the man.

Alec mostly kept still. Ariel fucking himself on his erection. James building
up a pounding rhythm behind.

Through his own lust filled haze Ariel could see James getting close. Starting
the tightening of his internal muscles in time to the thrusting. Ariel
increased his pace. James' hand reached round Alec to grasp his erection.
Groaning Ariel heard a deep husky grunt and James stilled.

Reaching up Ariel wrapped his arms round Alec's neck for leverage slamming
himself against the man's erection. Without having to accommodate James. Alec's
hips thrust forward. Ariel thrusting back. The powerful impact caused Ariel to
loose his coordination and all he could do was cling to the man on top of him.
Riding out the new bruising pace.

A scream ripped from Ariel as he decorated their chest with his cum. Limp Ariel
could do nothing. The hot hard cock rubbing, stretching and filling. Ramming in
and out in brutal thrusts, never missing the good places that made Ariel's
nerves sing.

Alec continued to piston into him. Hands on his shoulders pulled Ariel down and
close and the impressive cock went impossibly deep. A roar echoed in the room.
Ariel felt the cock spilling inside him. He was not realised until the cock
stopped spasming and Alec slumped on top of him.

James was lying on the bed looking at them. After being fucked so rigorously.
It left Arial exhausted, spent and boneless. They pulled Ariel up the bed.
James and Alec idly drew patterns on the slave's chest. “Suppose we I should go
clean” Alec said, reluctant to leave his position.

Ariel looked hesitantly to James before looking to Alec saying “I can help”

Getting a nod. Ariel sat up and guided Alec to lie on his stomach. Straddling
the man's back facing down the man's body. Ariel pried apart the muscled arse
cheeks. James groaned and lay back closing his eyes. “Perverts the pair of you”
he teased. With James showing nothing more than disinterest Ariel happily got
to work.

With the first broad stroke of his tongue, Ariel gathered the already leaking
cum from Alec's stretched hole. Licking the dribble of cum running down Alec's
balls. Ariel mused the oil would be better, the lube masked the taste of the
cum. Making a mental note to keep the oil on hand Ariel circled the opening.

Alec growled and arched his arse up. James didn't care for rimming and only
indulged for Alec's benefit. Alec appreciated his lover's effort but he could
tell the man wasn't into it and never encouraged it.

The slave on the other hand felt like he was trying to suck every drop of
spilled cum out of him. His tongue delving deep and exploring. Another groan
and Alec fisted the duvet. When he opened his eyes James was looking at him
with shock on his face. Another wiggle of the sinful tongue had Alec closing
his eyes and spreading his legs wider.

'Enough' Alec thought. He rolled onto his back still under the slaves spread
legs. Ariel tensed until Alec grabbed his hips, angling his arse towards him.

Rimming in a 69 was a bit awkward but Alec wanted it. Grasping the skin of the
luscious arse Alec spread the cheeks licking himself from the leaking hole.
Spreading his legs as wide as possible, the slave took the hint.  

Pulling the hanging ball out of the way Ariel returned to rimming the man below
him. When both well fucked holes had stopped giving up their cream fill
goodness. Ariel sat up. Alec's regained erection sprang free from where Ariel
had been pinning it down.

A throat clearing drew both men's attention to James and his neglected
erection. Swinging a leg over Alec's chest, dismounting him. Ariel moved to
James and straddled his hips. In one movement Ariel sunk down on James' cock
and started rocking. Alec pulled Ariel to lie across the bed. James had to roll
on his side so he could keep inside the slave's eager hole.

Bowing his body back, arching his head as far back as it could go, lying on his
side. With James slamming into him, one leg trapped under the bigger man. Alec
on his side as well. In the perfect position to push the long thick cock into
his throat. Alec's ball hitting his nose with ever breath blocking thrust of
the cock. Felling a hand caress his throat, feeling the intruding cock as it
thrust in. Ariel relaxed letting the two men use his body as they desired.

It was wonderful, Ariel loved cocks, in his mouth, down his throat, up his
arse. He usually hated who they were attached to but there had been a few he
enjoyed. None so much as the two who were pounding into him. Fisting his own
cock Ariel rubbed the precum covered slit. James groaned as the move caused him
to spasm his internal muscles.

Alec was first, spilling his cum into the welcoming mouth. Then Ariel spilled
into his own hand and finally James.

Coming back to reality. Ariel noticed his right leg was asleep. He was lying
across the bed. Alec's crotch above his head and his legs wrapped around James'
middle. The leg trapped under James was the one he couldn't feel. Slowly the
three recovered.

In the shower James complained about perverts again as Alec pressed Ariel
against the wall. He did not let him go until he had licked James' cum out.

Ariel moved about the room. Brushing off James and Alec's attempts at help.
“When are you coming to bed” James demanded.

Getting to sleep with his Master was a rare treat and Ariel quickened his
tasks. “Sirs, My I ask you some things” Ariel asked as he stacked the tray.
When he was given permission Ariel asked about the morning preferences. Then,
“You have no obligation between Breakfast and mid afternoon. Is there anything
Sirs would care to do?”

Ariel saw the relaxed state flee the men. Turning fully to them taking a
respectful stance. Head bowed, feet together and hands behind his back. If he
had been looking at them Ariel would have seen surprise that he had read the
two men so well. Remembering James' conduct at seeing the sea. “If I may Sirs,
There is a beach” Ariel hesitantly offered.

“Sounds good” Alec said. Relived the slave recommended something so normal.

Finishing off Ariel pressed the bell for a servant. They would see what had
been left outside the door and understand.

Going to the bed Ariel was directed to the space between the two men. In the
darkness hands were idly run over his body. Facing Alec Ariel pressed his head
under the man's chin smelling the naked skin under his cheek. “Goodnight, Sirs.
Thank you for your kindness”

After Ariel's body had gone completely relaxed. Alec felt James' hand slide
under his neck. Feeling hidden twitching finger, Alec understood. He moved his
hand from caressing the slave's back to James' side. Using his index finger to
represent a dot and his middle to represent a dash he responded in Morse code.

James: .. / .- -- / .--. .-.. .- -.-- .. -. --. / .- .-.. --- -. --. / ... - --
- .--. / .. / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -... ..- -.-- / --.- / ... - --- .--. (i am
playing along. i will buy q.)

Alec: --. --- --- -.. / ... - --- .--. / - .... . / ... . -.-. ..- .-. .. - -.-
- / .... . .-. . / .. ... / .-. .. -.. .. -.-. ..- .-.. --- ..- ... / . ...- .
-. / ..-. --- .-. / .- / ... .-.. .- ...- . / --- .-- -. . .-. / ... - --- .--.
/ .-- .... .- - / .. ..-. / .... . / .-. . ..-. ..- ... . ... / ... - --- .--. 
(good. the security here is ridiculous even for a slave owner. what if he
refuses.)

James: .. / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / - .- -.- . / --.- / ... - --- .--. (i will take
q.)

Alec: .. / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / .-- .- .-. -. / - .... . / --- - .... . .-. ... /
... - --- .--. (i will warn the others.)

James: .. / - .... .. -. -.- / .-- .. ..-. . / -.-. --- ..- .-.. -.. / -... . /
..- ... . -.. / ... - --- .--. / .. ... / .... ..- ... -... .- -. -.. / --- .-
-. . -. / ... - --- .--. (i think wife could be used. is husband open.)

Alec: -.-- . ... / ... - --- .--. / .. / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / - .- -.- . / ....
.. -- / -.-- --- ..- / - .- -.- . / .... . .-. / ... - --- .--. / (Yes. i will
take him you take her. )

With nothing more to discuss the two men followed the slave into sleep not long
after.

James woke to Alec's excited, shaking of his shoulder. It was early, still dark
but the sky lightening with the approaching sun. A few birds were starting to
wake and sing, but not yet the full dawn chorus.

Forcing his eyes open James looked at his lover and his excited face. Then
James noticed Q was not resting against him. Alec lifted the duvet and James
looked down. Q's black hair was masking Alec's crotch and it looked like he was
hugging around Alec's legs.

“He's asleep” Alec whispered in a husky voice. Just then Q stretched and his
head bobbed making a sucking slurping noise. Alec biting his lip and giving a
shallow thrust in response.

“I can feel his throat” Alec said. A brief quiet argument broke out over
whether or not the slave was awake. James called him. Q stretched a bit but
made no other move. “He's asleep”James admitted and Alec dropped the duvet back
into place.

Snuggling closer. James felt the back of Ariel's head. His hair was brushing
against James' morning erection.

Relaxing and stroking the hair brushing his crotch. Moving a finger across a
cheek to where lips were wrapped around Alec's cock then back to the thick
hair. James didn't fall asleep again but his mind wandered an an in between
place. Then he felt movement as the slave pulled off Alec and slid down the
bed. Hearing a dull thump as Ariel dropped out the bottom of the bed. “Good
morning” James murmured.

“Good morning Sir. I'm sorry for waking you” Ariel said meekly.

“Already awake” James reassured.

“So was I” Alec added.

“Would Sirs like me to see to your needs or get your coffee first?”

“Coffee” both men answered.

Giving a bow he didn't think either man saw. “At once, Sirs” Ariel said and
headed out of the bedroom.

“Was he still naked” Alec asked. Not having opened his eyes once.

“Yes” James replied and snuggled closer to the other man.

Ariel moved quickly as he didn't think the other men would have woken. Running
down stairs by way of the servants passages he first ran into the kitchen.
Giving his order of a pot of coffee and two cups. As well as a hamper for
later. He then put aside two papers, a Financial Times for James and the
British Guardian for Alec.

Going to the wardrobe. Ariel picked out swimming trunks for James and Alec
along with shirts and trousers.

For himself Ariel looked through his swimwear. Most he dismissed as they
exposed him front, back or both. One was literally a belt with a cock ring at
each end. One cock ring sat behind his cock and balls. The belt would then wrap
around the back, coming together at the front where the other cock ring sat
behind his balls as well.

Others let his cock, balls or both hang out. His master liked those ones as he
was into CBT and liked a clearly defined target.

Down to a garment that looked like half a thong. The cup covered Ariel's
gentleness with one strap going over his hip to run along along crack of his
arse to join the cup.

The other looked like two half speedos joined at the cup. One half was green
the other black and they crossed over each other. It looked like an X crossing
his crotch and arse. However at the back there was a gap where the material
crossed. His master and several guests had enjoyed slipping their cocks into
that gap and into the slick orifice concealed within.

Choosing the cross over speedos. Ariel added them to the pile with a long loose
shirt as well.

To the communal shower to clean himself in and out. Ariel picked up the clothes
and headed to the communal preparation room. Imp the slave that had been with
Onatopp was there. His naked body decorated with a criss cross of welts, front
and back. He had a silly happy grin on his face as he prepared something for
the guests he now served.

Ironing the garments that needed it. Then the papers were pulled apart and
ironed as well. Grabbing a furniture. Ariel gave her the cloths and
ordered*“Follow”

Returning to the kitchen. Matagot inspecting the tray before a new temporary
valet picked it up and headed to their Master. Ariel thought about the first
temporary valet but knew asking would not be a good idea. It never was, when
someone just stopped being there.

Giving the papers a soft fold so they wouldn't crease. Ariel placed them on his
tray. Picking it up he headed upstairs the furniture matching him two paces
behind.

With practised skill Ariel was able to hold the tray with one hand as he opened
the door. Inside James and Alec were lazing in bed still. Ariel placed the tray
on the table and returned to the door. Taking the clothes from the furniture
and closing the door. Going to the dressing room Ariel lay them out along with
what would be worn after the visit to the beach.

Coming out Ariel slid in beside James and wrapped his lips around the morning
erection. Suckling and tonguing the sensitive head Ariel heard the man above
him groan. A hand clamped on the back of his head and the hips started to
thrust. Using his skills Ariel brought James over the edge quickly. Waiting
Ariel then remembered James aversion to rimming so pulled off.

Sliding out of bed Ariel poured James a coffee from the pot and brought the
porcelain cup to him along with his preferred paper.

Alec was wide a wake and Ariel gave the scarred man a soft smile as he came to
the other side of the bed. Before slipping in the side. Ariel knelt beside the
bed very near Alec's head. Giving the man a hesitant look, with concerned eyes
flicking to James, he did not want to offend James. Leaning close “It is custom
for those I serve to relieve themselves, Sir. I am unsure how to proceed?”
Ariel said with a hint of fear. He was meant to know, not ask.

It took Alec a moment before a understood what was being asked. James looked on
the exchange with curiosity. Alec gave a lecherous smile, letting the slave
interpret it how he chose.

Ariel took the smile be a yes. As Ariel slipped under the duvet and wrapped his
lips round the other man's cock and got to work. He heard Alec speak. “He wants
more than just the cum” Alec informed with James making a snort. After
swallowing all Alec's cock had to offer. Ariel slipped out to go get the other
man his coffee.

Starting by preparing the shower and then the shaving implements. Hearing James
getting out of bed Ariel picked up the mouth wash and let James see him washing
his mouth out. Having gotten used to the taste of the sterile liquid. Ariel
usually didn't bother until he brushed his teeth as normal.

Spitting the mint flavoured stuff out Ariel watched James disappear behind the
frosted glass where the toilet was. His first thought was to follow as he would
do with his Master but stilled his movement. James didn't seem to be one to
desire someone at these intimate times.

Idly Ariel wondered if Alec would wish his help. After all that he had been
through, wiping someone's arse was not one of the worse things he had done or
had done to him.

When James came out of the toilet area. Ariel moved to help him wash his hands.
“Just a shave then shower” James ordered.

Giving a bow, “As you wish, Sir” Ariel said and moved to stand by the chair.

With James sitting, a towel over his face softening his beard and opening
pours. Alec came in. “Would Sir care for assistance” Ariel asked as Alec moved
behind the frosted glass wall.

Giving a strange half smile, “Not necessary” Alec informed and disappeared from
view.

“What perversion were you offering that time” James said from beneath the
towel.

Taking off the towel Ariel started to lather James' face with a brush. “I offer
a range of intimate grooming services, Sir” Ariel said having finally picked a
diplomatic response.

“Like” James challenged.

Seeing the man was teasing him Ariel wasn't sure how to respond. He didn't want
to offend the man and still wasn't to sure how far he could go with him. He
also didn't want to say something his Master would take offence at.

Looking James in the eye as he brought the blade to the man's cheek. “I wish to
be of service even if that means doing something I once though of as
disgusting” Ariel said.

“Like swallowing Alec's piss” James said. Most would miss the sneer, barely
classed as a movement of facial muscles. Ariel didn't.

For the fist time since his training Ariel felt shame. James didn't approve,
understand or accept and it hurt. “I'm sorry Sir. Would you prefer another
attendant” Ariel offered.

Like lightning James grasped the hand with the razor in it. Making sure it was
safe James pulled the slave to sit across his lap. Caressing Ariel's lips. “Do
you enjoy it or have you been conditioned to enjoy the treatment forced upon
you.” James mused looking at the down turned face.

“I enjoy it, Sir” Ariel insisted.

“Is that a genuine response or is it the trained response” James continued to
muse.

Ariel had been challenged before and he still didn't like it. Was his reactions
genuine or conditioned. Was he willing or forced. The truth he had been spun in
circles so much he no longer knew. He had always been a bottom preferably
active. His kinks had been exploited by his trainers and he had been forced to
submit to things he would never have done. When he became desensitized to the
extremes he was then encouraged to get erotic stimulation or fulfilment from
it.

Ariel just wanted to do. Do what he had been trained for and get the
satisfaction he could out of it. He wanted to do what he was good at, no mater
the humiliation it came with.

“Let him go” Alec said softly from behind them. James did as requested and
noticed how the slave's hands shook. Alec came up behind Ariel and took the
blade from his trembling grasp.

Stepped away and cowering in the corner. Failure and shame coursing through
him. Visions of being sent back to his master in disgrace. Ariel just wanted an
order or direction. James' questions and conduct was frightening. Not really
treating him like a slave, thinking he should have pride or dignity. He did not
see the silent argument between the two men.

Alec shaved James with quick efficiency and James did the same for Alec. Seeing
Ariel standing in the corner, feet together, back straight, hands behind him
and head bowed. Looking terrified and upset. Alec called his name and the slave
flinched.

Mechanically Ariel moved towards the men. Following them into the large shower
area he felt the water already running. He started washing the person closest
to him headless of who it was. When his chin was caught in a strong grip. He
automatically looked at the person in front, even when he wanted to keep his
eyes downcast.

Met with the piercing blue eyes of James. Ariel wanted to flinch and bow away.
Doubt and uncertainty warred within him. 'Not good enough', 'bad' and more ran
through the slave's mind along with being sent back to his Master, unfit for
the guests liking. Despite his training he couldn't look at those eyes and
Ariel looked to the wall beyond.

“I want you to come back with us”

Ariel's eyes snapped to James'. It was confusing James was disgusted by his
conduct, doubted his motivations but wanted to buy him. “Sir, I don't
understand” Ariel said unsure if he had even spoken.

A hand stroking down his cheek drew Ariel's attention to Alec. “If you come. We
will want you to be content in your new life” Alec said.

“We would want to know what you enjoyed, disliked, loved, hated” James
insisted.

Thinking for a moment Ariel gave the only answer he could. “I have been trained
to find fulfilment if not joy or pleasure in most situations, Sirs”

James looked into his eyes for a while longer. Ariel met the gaze as he had
been taught to. With the moment over Alec started to rub circles over the
slave's shoulders, James doing the front. Ariel reciprocated as best as he
could. But as the men wanted to wash him his training kicked in and he let them
do as they chose.

In the dressing room Ariel started with Alec. He chose a pair of tight and long
swimming shorts. As Ariel slid them up the muscled thighs he placed a reverent
kiss on the cock of the man before it was concealed by the elasticated fabric.
Then a pair of black draw string trousers. Then a loose weave black shirt with
rough wooden buttons. Each piece of skin was given a kiss before it
disappeared.

James handed Ariel a pair of tiny dark blue swimming shorts. Taking them Ariel
knelt so James could step into them and slide them up the muscled thighs. He
looked at the man above him. After the disasters earlier he was loosing
confidence in dealing with him. Second guessing decisions and how he should
act. Alec cleared his throat in the back ground. Before Ariel could look at him
James guided him to kiss his cock.

With the protocol reinstated each piece of skin was given a kiss as it
disappeared. With cream cotton draw string trousers and a matching shirt in a
loose weave. James and Alec looked like Ying and Yang. A pair of slip on shoes
and the only non black item Alec wore was placed on both men.

 “Yours” Alec teased holding up his trunks by the an upper strap.

“I have other less discreet, if you wish Sir” Ariel offered. He preferred
dealing with Alec. He seemed more accepting of the lifestyle. James was erratic
in his acceptance, a little scary. Masters and guests that could not be
anticipated were always scary to any slave.

“Next time” Alec purred. Reaching for the trunks, Alec went down on one knee
before Ariel could take them. “Where do the bloody legs go” Alec mumbled.
Aligning the straps and leg holes he made a sound of triumph.

While Ariel had been washed before. This was the first time he was dressed. He
had heard some guests liked to play dress up but he had never been on the
receiving end of it.

Stepping onto the first leg hole then the other. Alec slid the trunks up the
slave's legs. Before they covered his crotch a lick was given to the exposed
slit of his cock. Getting the trunks over his waking erection was a bit of
trouble but Alec seemed to enjoy feeling him up.

From the front Alec made sure the straps were optimality positioned making a X
across the hips. As Alec worked Ariel felt a finger on the small of his back.
It trailed down to the crack of his arse then came to the top of the trunks,
skimmed over the centre of the X and back into the exposed crack.

“Easy access”James purred and put a bit more pressure on his finger. The finger
slipped between the cheeks to touch the base on the plug. Then James pulled
back and adjusted the straps on Ariel's arse. With a light spank “Done” James
declared.

James then slipped the loose shirt onto the Slave's shoulders. Ariel did up a
single button, about belly button hight.

Ariel then showed the two men to the breakfast room. In the main foyer a single
slave was suspended his arms swept back and one leg hanging bent at the knee
while the other was straight out behind him. The slave who did the bondage work
called it 'Spirit of Ecstasy' as it looked similar to the car ornament.

Ariel opened the door, onto a small room filled with the morning light, views
of the back and sea beyond. Merovingian immediately guessed the beach. His
Master seeing him by the door, Ariel was waved in. With a parting gesture of
his hands, Merovingian issued the silent command.

Letting the shirt slip off his shoulders Ariel caught it in the crook oh his
elbows. The lowered shirt now no longer concealed his trunks. “Not the PPU or
Good Devil” Merovingian asked. Both were virtually the same. A strap went
around Ariel's waist and another went round his balls making them and his cock
more pronounced.

“I prefer something more discreet” James said. With Alec adding, “Next time
it's my choice and I get obscene”

Chuckling, “You will have to get him to model. He has an extensive wardrobe”
Merovingian said.

With his spectacle over Ariel righted his shirt. Leaving the two, three men to
their breakfast. Wondering why he thought of only the guests Janus, for a
moment. Ariel turned. His Mistress hesitated before taking the letters off the
tray, the furniture was holding. Lowering his his head Ariel backed well out
the way of his Mistress as she passed.

After making sure the arrangements were in place Ariel had his breakfast. He
had just finished the bland porridge when a voice called, “Breakfast room”

Ariel quickly moved along with a few others. Standing in a line with Imp on one
side and Kuku on the other. Ariel waited outside the breakfast room. Their
Mistress was the first out and Kuku moving silently up to her. Always he moving
in careful precise actions. Never to fast and always concentrating. Some called
him a doll because he was always distracted by planning how he was to move and
suppressing his constant pain.

Onatopp was next with her partner. She called Imp to heel as if a dog.
Apparently Onatopp had learned of the play room and wanted to explore, with her
new toy.

That left Ariel with with Puck, the new temporary Valet to their Master. There
was a boisterous conversation between the two men Ariel was serving and his
Master. It seemed amicable and lively.

The three men stepped out of the room. Merovingian wished his guests a pleasant
time. Puck followed their Master in the direction of his office.

Leading the guests outside Ariel took the men down from the upper terrace to
the lower. As always he sent a fearful glance at the massive fresh water pool
as they passed. Off to the left side of the house. In front of a court yard
that connected the side of the house to an Annex that made up the barracks. A
trench had been caved out so the funicular did not spoil the view from the
house. It contained a small four person carriage on a narrow railway that would
take them to the beach over a mile away.

The funicular was small and automated. Like everything about the estate, the
small open top carriage was ornate, highly polished wood and brass. Ariel
opened the side door.

Standing aside, Alec and James entered first with Alec sitting with his back to
the way they were going. Stepping in Ariel closed the door with a slamming
clunk. Ariel pulled and released, a brass handle. A bell chimed and the
carriage lurched, starting to trundle along the track. After a few minutes they
passed an empty carriage heading in the other direction.

Alec seeing a building that looked like an observatory. Separate and off to the
side of the annex that acted as barracks. The dome didn't look right. Catching
James' eye and nodding to it. James looked, then turned back and gave a nod of
agreement. He to recognised it as a concealed radar instillation.

Alec and James cast their eyes about. The deepening trench of the funicular
activating their self preservation instincts. They recognised the defensive
architecture. Flanking towers jutted out into the trench. Allowing gunmen to
aim at the exit of the approaching tunnel and whoever was in the trench. There
were two guards on either tower at a restful stance, sniper rifles on their
backs. Also the barracks at the top, so if someone managed to run the trench.
They would be delivered right to the guards front door.

Coming out of the narrow tunnel they pulled to a stop at a small station on a
pristine beach. Again the man-made architecture was concerning. A smoothed
cliff wall was at the back of the beach with more overhanging flanking towers
to prevent intruders repelling up the cliff face. Guards continued to patrol.
Others were stationary with snipers strapped to their backs, occasional
scanning the horizon. Both Alec and James recognising a deliberately casual
attitude, while being fully alert.

At the base of the cliff, a promenade running along the beach. There were small
wooden huts every so often, along the promenade. Hut meaning opulent wooded
structures with wide glass doors, bathroom, kitchenette. Where guests could
escape the heat without leaving the beach.

Small squares of wooden decking had been built on the sand. One had a parasol
placed on it between the two loungers. Ariel led the two men to the small
decking.

The moment he was on the deck James peeled the shirt off and Ariel pulled the
draw string lowering the man's trousers. James immediately headed for the clear
blue water. Both Alec and Ariel watched the well toned back, arse and legs
ripple as the man strode down to the water.

Unsure, and wondering why Alec was just sitting. “Sun cream” Ariel suddenly
said, remembering James was not protected. Casting his eyes in James' direction
he was already in the water doing a perfect butterfly over the rolling waves.

“He'll be back in a moment” Alec said making sure he was in the shadow of the
umbrella.

With a slight bow, “I will be a moment, Sir” Ariel said.

Heading back to the promenade. Ariel entered the beach hut. Sliding back the
glass door, the air conditioning causing goose flesh. There was a large flat
bed in the centre of the room. Ariel headed to the small kitchenette at the
back. Two glass fronted fridges had a selection of drinks and snacks. After
checking on everything Ariel pulled towels from the pile along with the sun
cream.

When Ariel returned to the deck James was standing beside his lover. The two
were in conversation that stopped as Ariel arrived. Placing one towel over
James lounger he then placed the other beside Alec's.

Approaching James. Ariel rubbed the man dry. Then he lathered on a generous
amounts of the protective cream. After working on the man's legs Ariel looked
up. There was a pronounced bulge pulling the material tight. After Alec and
James exchanged glanced Ariel received a nod. Peeling the waist band down the
half mast erection flopped out.

Ariel swallowed the member down. It didn't take long before James shot down the
Slave's contracting throat. When James let go of Ariel's head. The slave was
able to dry and tuck the man away.

“see you soon” James purred and headed back towards the sea.

Alec still hadn't moved from his seated position. It was now Alec who confused
Ariel. He had no interest in the beach or swimming. Ariel offered to get the
man something but he refused. With nothing else he could think of Ariel sank to
his knees beside the man. Slowly he rested his head on the man's knee. Not long
after a hand started stoking his hair and face.

“The balconies, are they new?” Alec asked. Indicating the things that were
meant to look like balconies but were a defensive technique more reminiscent of
a castle, so the cliff face could be defended.

“They were finished a few weeks ago, Sir. Master wished to be able to fully
overlook the beach” Ariel said. Enjoying the fingers stroking through his hair.

From his position Ariel saw the next sunbathing deck being prepared. If Alec
had not been stroking him he would have looked to the neighbouring beach hut.
If he could see what was being brought he could have guessed who their company
would be.

“Pass the bottle” Alec instructed. Doing as told Ariel let his shirt slip from
his shoulders to pool on the deck. Alec started to rub cream over Ariel torso.
From the new position Ariel could see the beach hut on the promenade.

Kuku in his white billowing tunic stepped out the hut. He was looking down his
nose as furniture brought a hamper into the hut. Ariel thought how he dealt
with the lowest class of slave. He realised he looked down his nose just as
much. The one thing Ariel had learned from looking after James and Alec. How
frightening and unsettling it was when his superiors didn't act in an expected
manor.

“What's wrong” Alec said tipping Ariel's chin.

Looking at the man “I believe my Mistress will be here shortly” Ariel said not
quite able to fully hide the fear in his voice.

Alec caressed Ariel's cheek before lying back against the longer for the first
time. With a pat to his lap. Ariel took the instruction and straddled the other
man. Reclining Alec continued to massage the lotion into the Slave's skin.

The sweeping movements made little attempt to cove his skin. Preferring to
concentrate on the sensitive locations. Soon a rock hard cock stretched the
front of Ariel's trunks.

A hand swept down the centre of Ariel's stomach. It continued over Ariel's
concealed bulge and between his legs. Alec found the gap in Ariel's trunks and
slipped a finger in. Ariel moaned and bit his lip. Alec playing with his plug.
Pressure built and Ariel's muscles gave up its toy. Another moan ripped from
Ariel's throat as the widest part passed the tight muscles.

Alec dropped the toy on the towel beside the longer. He caught the slave's eyes
and motioned to his crotch. “Sit” he commanded.

Ariel gave a teasing huff of disappointment. Pulling the drawstring, Ariel
reached in and beneath the shorts as well. Pulling out the impressive erection.
Ariel aligned it with the gap in his trunks and sank down. The head stretched
his ring deliciously, warm and unyielding. Ariel groaned as it popped in and he
sank further down the straight rod.

Alec growled and ran fingers down the slave's taught neck, skimming the green
collar. His torso, muscles taut as his back arched. Alec skimmed hands
everywhere as he watched the blissful expression on the slave's face.
“Beautiful” Alec growled.

Fully seated on the other man's cock Ariel started to rock. “Be still” Alec
commanded. Ariel sent pleading eyes to Alec. He had a wonderful cock inside him
and wanted it rubbing over his prostate. “As you command Sir” he said reverting
to his training.

Alec squirted more lotion onto his hand and rubbed the slave's skin. Getting a
wonderful tightening of internal muscles when he caressed a sensitive spot.

“When you have a moment, water” James said from behind Ariel. Alec withdrew his
hands allowing the slave to stand. On shaking legs Ariel stood. Reaching down
for his plug Alec stopped him with a command. Leaving the toy Ariel headed to
the hut.

Returning with a couple of bottles in an ice bucket. His Mistress was sitting
on James' lounger. She was in a black single piece and leaned back resting on
her hands. It arched her back presenting herself to James.

Ariel held out the bucket and James took a bottle. Persephone licked her lips
at the sight of James pouring the cold liquid down his throat. The muscles in
his neck working as he swallowed.

Ariel was grabbed by Alec and pulled into the man's lap. Headless of his
Mistress' presence Alec guided his cock back to the inviting heat of the
Slave's body. Ariel felt the tight grip around his wast and the slightly
quicker breathing from the man beneath him.

“You have such wonderful form” Persephone purred casting hungry eyes over
James' body.

“Years of practice” James drawled seductively and Ariel felt the arms round his
waist tighten. The anger at his Mistress radiating from the man under and in
him.

“Why dose your friend not join you” Persephone said and Ariel cringed as he to
was caught in the condescending glance.

Alec's fury was momentarily interrupted by a muscles spasm around his half hard
cock.

“Why don't we have a walk” James said and Ariel could see the reluctance and
anger in the man, no matter how well disguised. James was only spending time
with his Mistress to separate her from Alec.

Finally out of sight Alec relaxed, his erection no longer able to stay within
the slave. Ariel turned around so he was now facing the other man. Straddling
Alec's lap Ariel started to caress Alec's neck moving down to the first button.
“May I, Sir” Ariel asked. Getting a thankful smile and a nod Ariel continued to
part the shirt.

Kissing and licking Ariel worshipped the other man's chest. Lavishing licks to
one nipple then the other, scraping his teeth over the sensitive nubs. A sudden
unexpected jolt from Alec had Ariel cringing. “Sorry Sir” Ariel said not quite
sure what he had done.

Alec tilted the slave's head up. Looking at the man. Ariel’s hand was guided to
Alec's left side where it had been caressing the heavily scared skin. “Numb,
over sensitive” Alec said explained as he drew the slave's finger over the
flesh.

“I'll be careful sir”Ariel said softly. After Alec released his hand, “May I
sir” Ariel asked continuing to caress the skin Alec had indicated.

With permission Ariel explored the mass of scar tissue decorating most of
Alec's left side. It stretched from his face along his neck over his shoulder
and down, ending at mid thigh. Ariel could only go as low as the waist band of
Alec's toruses but he was building a mental map. Sensitive sections and numb
parts ware all catalogued.

When Ariel looked up there was a strange awe struck expression on the man.
Ducking his head Ariel was then pulled into a kiss.

Thoroughly exploring the mouth and feeling the slave reciprocate Alec guided
Ariel's hips. Sinking the salve down on his reawakened erection. The
elasticated fabric scraping the sensitive skin as Alec's cock found the gap.

The blistering heat nearly sucked Alec's cock in with only a token resistance.
Breaking the kiss the slave gasped and whined his pleasure. When Ariel was
fully seated Alec encouraged the slave to rock up and down. The constricting
passageway was as good as Alec remembered. As bad as it was to think, 'The man
is a master in taking a cock'

Every time the slave raised up, those sinful muscles gripped his cock not
wanting to let it go. Alec grunted out his pleasure and pressed those hips down
as he thrust up. Alec was embarrassed he shot his load so quickly and
unexpectedly.

A chuckle destroyed Alec's post orgasmic haze before it could really start.
Looking over to the edge of the deck. Alec's eyes met the cold green ones of
Merovingian. “Marvellous” Merovingian purred. Alec saw the look the slave gave
him. Ariel could read him far better than his master.

“Hello” Alec said. Merovingian stepping onto the deck to sit on James' lounger.

“I am so glad you're enjoying yourself” Merovingian said casually before asking
“Your companion not here?”

“He went for a walk” Alec informed and followed his host's gaze the the
prepared and unused deck further away.

“Yes, a Walk” Merovingian purred. Alec could tell the man knew or strongly
suspected what his wife and James were doing in the other beach hut.

Turning his gaze to the slave in Alec's lap. “Dom Perignon 96” Merovingian
ordered.

Despite the tensing of the man below him. “At once, My Master” Ariel replied.
Lifting off Alec with a wet squelching. Ariel saw the eager eyes of his Master
as the half hard cock slipped out of him.

A snap brought Ariel's attention to his Master. Indicating the buttplug and a
spot in front of him. Ariel presented the toy to his Master then knelt
presenting his arse high and his shoulders low. The plug was unceremoniously
shoved in “Can't have you leaking everywhere” Merovingian purred. Taking the
slap to to his arse as a command Ariel stood to go get the master's champagne.

Alec saw how he was ogled by his host. Stuffing himself back into his trousers.
Then as Ariel submitted to having the plug shoved inside him. Alec
concentrated, crushing down on his jealousy and anger.

After Ariel waddled off towards the funicular station. Alec turned his
attention back to the host.

“I have made enquiries” Merovingian started and Alec started to think, in case
things turned sour.

“James Bond?”

“Alec Trevelyan” Alec corrected.

“I had thought James Bond was behind...” Merovingian trailed off. “As far as I
can tell. This is as far west as either of you have come in over a year and you
have not been further east than the Caspian Sea”

Alec had no idea what Merovingian was talking about. He did however confirmed
his and James' territory was Eastern Europe down to Northern and Eastern
Africa.

“When I first bought Ariel. I was warned about a James Bond. Have I something
to be concerned about” Merovingian said.

Alec saw people, the heavy and ever present guards moving on the cliff above
and the promenade. None looked overly hostile, on their usual rounds.
Merovingian was playing it cool. Seeing what he would do when confronted with
the knowledge of who he and James were. Then noticed a particular word,
“Bought?”

Merovingian nodded. “Yes. MI6 had to compensate me for invading my home”

Alec crushed down on his thoughts of M. Wondering what James would do when he
found out M knew Ariel was alive, a slave and here. Retuning to the original
conversation. “James is intending to make an offer for Ariel”

“If I refuse him” Merovingian challenged in a non threatening way. Alec giving
a teasing smile as he shrugged.

Getting up Merovingian came to perch on Alec's longer. Resting a hand on Alec
stomach Merovingian started to caress the taut skin. “You and your lover seem
pretty open” Merovingian drawled.

Even though it made Alec's skin crawl he gave the man a smile. “Within limits
we are not exclusive. Yourself?” Alec responded.

“Sometimes we look to others for what we can not get from each other”
Merovingian purred.

With the host distracted, running his hands over his chest. “Who did you think
James was” Alec asked. Merovingian noticed his play but didn't seem annoyed by
it.

“Unknown. Based in the far East. Uses a Macao sex trade slave as an agent, by
the name of Severine. He helped when Ariel attacked MI6 and has been a problem
since. There have been attempted incursions” Merovingian said.

Seeing Merovingian open to talking. Alec continued. “How did you come by Ariel”
Alec asked and listened to the story, as well as the stories from Ariel's time
in training. Alec knew the man glossed over most of it. Only telling the
anecdotes about Ariel trying to contact James and M intercepting the message.
Even Merovingian noticed Alec sour at the mention of the woman. Then came an
assassination attempt on Ariel, and Ariel launching a cyber attack against MI6.

“Then there was the rebellion. He lead two other slaves to to defy their
superiors” Merovingian said with a chuckle. “Of course that behaviour couldn't
be tolerated and through Madam Cain's care he became the Slave we see today”

Making an appreciative sound, Merovingian looked to Ariel in excitement. Ariel
had returned. The slave placed a tray down on James' lounger. “Naughty boy. You
wish to make me fat” Merovingian teased and waved over the plate of canapés.

Taking the plate from the slave Merovingian picked one off. “You must try this
one” Merovingian said holding out a delicate pastry. As he wished, Alec opened
his mouth to accept the rich moose fill morsel.

Pouring two glasses. Ariel gave one to his Master taking the plate in return.
Giving the other to Alec Ariel then went down on one knee before his Master. It
was similar to a classic proposal position. Ariel could hold the position still
and unmoving for hours if need be. Even the Master's Valet could be furniture,
if needed.

Ariel let his mind slow as his Master and Alec talked. He felt as each canapé
was removed and either ate or feed to Alec. The only time Ariel moved was to
refill the glasses.

The two men talked, laughing and sniping at each other until the bottle was
empty. “I need to receive my guests” Merovingian said, reluctantly.

“I suppose I should go prepare for the negotiations as well” Alec responded.

After Merovingian left Alec looked to the slave clearing up the tray. “Sir, The
seamstresses would like a moment of your time” Ariel said feeling the weight of
Alec's eyes on him.

“I should be able to spare some time before the meeting” Alec said then paused,
“Tell James it's time”

He really didn't want to see the woman pawing over his lover. Even if it was
looking like he would be doing the same with Merovingian soon.

“Of course, Sir” Ariel said.

Ariel went to the beach hut which Kuku had prepared. Taking James' trousers,
shirt and shoes with him.

Sliding the door of the hut open. Ariel stepped in. Kuku was standing with a
blank face waiting for when he was needed. His Mistress was sliding against
James, sweat slicked and splayed legs showing her well fucked vagina. Ariel
hoped he didn't look that disgusting after he had been fucked. James on the
other had looked and delicious as ever, sweat slicked and feigning relaxation.

“What” James growled. Persephone looked at him in disdain. “Sir, Mr Trevelyan
is returning to prepare for the meeting”

James' face darkened with the use of Alec's name. “Sorry Sir, Master is aware
of you true names” Ariel said. James was still surprised the slave could read
him so well.

“Go, tell Alec I'm... I'm busy” James said and turned his attention back to
Persephone.

“Very well Sir” Ariel said and gave James' clothes to Kuku.

Leaving the hut Ariel walked up to Alec at the funicular. Relaying the message
Alec looked perplexed before his face darkened. He turned away from Ariel as
the slave looked at him. Ariel could swear the anger looked fake. Just like
James pretending to like his mistress. Alec pretending to hate his lover over
the affair. Ariel knew something was up but not what.

In the suite. Ariel called the seamstress. Ariel undressed Alec then put him
into a pair of jockey shorts and a dressing gown. He paid the typical respects
as the man's flesh as it was revealed and again when covered.  

Knowing he wouldn't be needed while Alec's suit was fitted. Ariel asked
something of the man. “May I wash” Ariel asked. If it had been his Master he
would not have dared. Merovingian liked to breed him. Cumming inside Ariel and
using a buttplug to stop him leaking.

Getting permission Ariel retreated to the slave quarters and into the wet room.
Finally Ariel was able to get the congealed slime out of himself. Dressing in
the simple slave britches and poet shirt Ariel came out of the dressing room.
Alec was looking less than pleased as the fussy woman pulled and tugged on the
trousers, waistcoat and jacket of the dinner suit.

“Very handsome Sir” Ariel said with a blush.

“You will pay for this” Alec accused.

“As you desire, Sir” Ariel responded. Not at all frightened by the words that
would usually send chills to his core.

After the busybody woman and her assistant left. Ariel dressed Alec for the
meeting. It was simple black trousers and formal black shirt. With a final
brush to the gloss black leather shoes Ariel stood.

Ariel showed Alec to his Master's public office. The room was massive.
Decorated in French regency. The room was in line with the pool stretching
forth on the terrace below and the gardens reaching to the cliff above the
beach. In front of the windows at the far end of the room was Merovingian's
large desk in a rich glossy wood. The long conference table in font of the
desk. So in high pressure meetings Merovingian could sit at his desk presiding
over the negotiations like a king on a throne. Without the actual throne.

A high lyrical voice announced “Janus” as Alec and Ariel entered. Onatopp and
Boris were already there along with a couple of Alec's men.

Merovingian came up to them and asked about James. “He has taken suddenly to
bed” Alec said with the same fake anger Ariel had seen at the funicular.

“It must be a bug. My wife is in a similar position” Merovingian said
indicating he believed his wife's excuse as much as James'.

“Two jilted lovers together” Merovingian whispered with a lecherous smile on
his face.

Chapter End Notes
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***** 2nd Day: James' Afternoon, 3rd Day: Negotiations, 4th Day: Assessment &
Acceptance *****
Chapter Notes
     Warning some Casino Royal CBT in this one
Q had just left and the woman rutting against him was ready for another round.
James responded but she was just like the other faceless, nameless, mass of
woman who fell before his charms.

At the dinner the night before James could sense the hatred she had for her
husband. There was no love between her and Q either. After the first round, in
her post orgasmic haze Persephone had admitted to hating her husband.

Sliding in to the welcoming slick heat. Persephone purred her appreciation. She
came as James held his orgasm. Pulling out, James let Persephone recover while
he let his erection wilt so it would be easier to get it up later.

“He doesn’t care. I'm as much a prize to my 'dear' husband, as the slut”
Persephone mused drawing patterns on James' chest. James had quickly learned
any insulting term either referred to Persephone's husband or Valet.

James listened, using all his training and experience to reign in his storming
emotions. Persephone was describing torturing Q. Hoping he would die so her
husband would come home to a corpse. She touched the tiny scar by her eye. The
permanent mark of her punishment. She did not go fully into details on that.

“What if I took the slave away” James offered casually and got a snort.

“My 'dear' husband takes care of his toys, he may even share but he will not
part with it. Not even when he no longer desires the slut. With every passing
day he turns my beautiful home into a fortress because he refuses to sell the
slut” Persephone mused. Putting such hate and contempt on the dear it sounded
like swearing.

They had lunch on the beach not long after. James fed the woman fruits and
small morsels of food. The one thing James enjoyed was the sun. Due to Alec's
skin grafts, it was sensitive to UV and he didn't like being in strong light or
heat. Cold for some reason the man couldn't get enough of.

Brushing off the thoughts of his lover. James concentrated on the woman beside
him. Teasing the full lips with a strawberry. Persephone opened her mouth and
James pulled it away to replace it with his own lips.

Sex on a sandy beach always looks romantic but James had experience. He pulled
Persephone to her feet and guided her back to the air conditioned hut. James
took her to the shower and rinsed off the sand before guiding her to the bed.
Sand in intimate areas while engaging in vigorous activity, he may as well
masturbate with a sandpaper glove.

Running finger all over her soft skin, James exercised his experience. She
screamed out her orgasm without James using more than his fingers. Placing a
gentle kiss on the slightly parted lips he was rewarded with a smile he had
seen on many women.

James didn't understand it. He knew he was good in bed but the look of love he
never understood. He didn't do it deliberately, these women just seemed to fall
for him. Just because he didn't understand didn't mean James refused to use it.

Persephone clung to James for dear life. James cocooned himself round the woman
as she wanted. “Baccarat. He may be willing to wager the slave” Persephone
whispered.

“Forget them for now” James mumbled. Inside James was thrilled and furious.
Baccarat was not his game. He liked games that required more skill and less
chance, where you could win even if you had a worse hand. He also didn't know
how to encourage his host to set up a high stakes game. The games the night
before had been for fun.

James had pulled on his trunks. If Q had been here he would have dropped to his
knees to hold the trunks for him. The emotionless doll that followed Persephone
had a semi permanent vacant quality about him. He was always just a bit too
slow to respond. Even as he helped his mistress into her bathing suit he moved
stiffly and was less graceful than Q.

James headed out the the sea with Persephone following to the water's edge.
“You should see the little slut in the sea” Persephone mused and James didn't
like the maliciousness he heard in the tone. He had seen the fear Q had when he
was about to put his head under the water and how he looked at the pool and
avoided looking at the sea.

James waded out to waist hight then dived over the incoming wave and underneath
the next. James continued the butterfly stroke until his muscles started to
complain. Coming rounded James swam back to shore and stood.

Persephone stood long and graceful in her black one piece. She bit her lip as
she watched James throw off the water. Wading out, James took the towel from
the doll and dried himself off. The sun starting to hang in the sky.

“A wondrous day” James purred and kissed the woman.

“One more thing. Dr Lecter said the slut will respond well to a free choice, if
given one. My husband never had anything to offer him so could never give the
offer” Persephone said. James didn't quite understand but thanked her anyway
and gave another kiss.

James watched as she walked away, the stiff movements of her Slave causing
concern. He didn't look like he was in pain but he moved like it.

Finally able to return to his room. A twinge of disappointment, the room dark
with no sign of Alec or Q. James moved to the bathroom and it already felt odd
to be alone. To undress alone, to wash alone, to redress alone. Even the kisses
which felt so strange and demeaning to the person he once knew, James missed in
their absence.

Stepping out of the bedroom James ran into the subject of his thoughts. He was
dressed in the most conservative thing he had seen Q wear, in this place. He
bowed his head and apologised for his lateness.

James missed the snarky thing he had met a couple of years ago. Persephone's
boast of her treatment of Q came to mind.

Grasping the slave's chin Q's eyes snapping to him. “You have nothing to
apologise for. I'm going down to dinner and I hope to see you later” James said
softly. When Q didn't react James knew what he had to say “You are attentive
and excellent. I can find no fault in anything you have done”

Q blushed deep with the praise, giving a smile that lit up his face. “Thank you
Sir”

“See you later” James said with a teasing smile.

James found Alec on the back terrace. There was a tightness around his eyes.
Approaching him, Alec broke off from the group. The picture of cold bubbling
anger. Taking James' arm Alec walked him back along the terrace, away from the
other guests. “While you were rutting with that bitch. We have been unmasked”
Alec hissed.

Only experience allowed James to see the act in his lover. James felt the
tapping of Alec's fingers but couldn't translate the Morse code. Placing a hand
over Alec's James looked the man in the eye.

Alec: we need to talk. there is something going on here.

James: have info some info too.

James switched his grasp to his lover's face and gave him a kiss. Pulling back
with a cheeky smile “Forgiven” James asked and got a thump in the chest.
Hissing as the shrapnel in his shoulder moved. Alec suddenly became a mother
hen, worrying.

Turning back to look at the dinner guests. Merovingian and his wife were
standing beside each other looking at them. Without moving his lips Alec said,
“We spent they day together. I had to fuck that arsehole”

“Well I had to fuck the cunt” James shot and both giggled at the mutual and
juvenile double entendre.

The meal passed. Persephone played the part of the dutiful hostess. She mingled
with all the right guest and their partners. All the time she sent James
glances which he retuned with a soft smile. As she gave James one of those
glances her husband came up beside her and he whispered something. The look of
cold fury that passed over her face was frightening.

In the mental image of the torture he had built up. Persephone now had that
look as she hurt Q. There was no doubt in James' mind that Merovingian could be
just as cruel. However the host's eyes softened and James felt Alec come up
behind him, the target of Merovingian's soft gaze.

“I think you have a genuine admirer” James mused turning to his lover.

“Not the only one” Alec shot.

Alec took James' arm and approached their hosts. “It has been a long day. I
think we need to have some time alone” Alec said pleasantly to Merovingian.

With the excuses made Alec and James headed up stairs. The suspended slave no
longer having the impact it once did.

The room was empty. Alec even checked the slave's quarters to find nothing in
the tiny space. Coming out into the main bedroom Alec shook his head. James
went to the bell by the door and pressed it.

A few moments later Ariel appeared. When asked about his absence and after
apologising, “I was told you wished to be alone” Ariel said meekly.

“Alone includes you” Alec insisted and James was thrilled. His lover was
accepting the presence of the man he had grown to care about during their time
at MI6.

Both James and Alec were undressed with full honer. “More attentive than that
China doll” James mused.

Ariel had learned something. And he wanted to strike against the slave James
had mentioned. As he was undressing Alec when James said it. With a hesitant
look Ariel turned to James holding Alec's belt.

He placed the belt around his middle just below his rib cage. Then Ariel held
the belt up showing how big his waist was. “I am not meant to discuss the
Mistresses' maid” Ariel said and started closing the loop.

Alec let out a low whistle. Creating a loop with his finger(Thumb to thumb and
middle finger touching middle finger) and comparing it with the loop Ariel had
made with the belt.

“How” James said.

Despite not being permitted to, “He was a child when a belt was first put on.
As he grew it was never removed. Later he also had ribs removed, for a more
symmetrical hourglass shape” Ariel informed.

Going to bed. The two men saw the disappointment in Ariel. Neither able to do
more than fall into bed. The Slave accepted the men's fatigue. He moved about
the room clearing up the clothes and preparing as much as he could for
tomorrow.

Finishing Ariel turned to the two men lying in the bed. “Good evening, Sirs.
Thank...”

“Stop” James called.

“Standing order, you sleep with us” Alec added. With a glorious smile Ariel
switched off the lights. Climbing between the two men and slipped under the
covers. Immediately being wrapped in two sets of arms. Muttering, “Good
evening, Sirs. Thank for your kindness”

All falling asleep. First Ariel, content with the caresses and stroking to his
hair and body. Pressed under James' chin. Then James and Alec about the same
time. Only able to relax as those beside them relaxed.

James was disturbed by Q's shuffling. Then James felt an arm wrap over his
thigh as a warm most heat engulfed his soft cock. Lifting the quilt James
couldn't make out anything in the darkness of the night. “K... Ariel” James
called softly, catching himself from using the affectionate nick name. There
was no answer. Letting the quilt fall back James closed his eyes with his cock
being pleasantly warmed by the suckling slave.

The next time James woke it was to the feeling of the warm mouth pulling off
him. Ariel then squirmed and dropped out the bottom of the bed. Although both
awake neither disturbed Ariel as he slipped out of the room.

With Alec awake James closed the gap. Using the silent method of communication
they exchanged the events of the previous day. Openly Alec started talking
about the negotiations with the other owners and institutions of the Syndicate.
While he used his fingers to convey the secret information. He did not mention
M yet. He wanted that conversation to occur where James could blow of steam in
safety.

As Alec tapped out what had transpired with himself and Merovingian. “I don't
think they trust someone who is not one of them” Alec said of the negotiations.
While tapping out. 'Merovingian just wanted a cock to plough him. He will never
let a slave do it though. And he is frightened of someone who desperately wants
Q. There have been assaults on the house'

The events of the previous day running through his mind. Alec had no problem
with Q licking the cum from his arse. But seeing him do it to Merovingian had
brought a possessive anger. He did not want the slave interacting with his
owner.

“Merovingian knows you're interested in Ariel” Alec said while James tapped out
the information from Persephone.

In the likelihood they were being monitored, James snorted. “What about your
interest. Rimming, piss play” James shot, emphasising his dislike for the
kinks.

“Apparently he enjoys a firm lash as well” Alec said and James couldn't quite
hide his real flinch.

James had always been drawn to violence both giving and receiving. Alec was the
only person who knew about that part of James. 'Use it' Alec tapped out on
James' arm.

James gave the man a glare. He was not wiling to give in to those impulses.
Even if they could be used to put their hosts at ease. And had used his them
many times. Justifying it as his duty, in the line of work.

The door opened and a naked Ariel stepped in. His skin flushed with a recent
shower and carrying a tray. James stood to go relieve himself while Alec used
another method. Coming out James accepted the paper and coffee from the slave.

James dressed in a casual two piece suit with ice blue tie. Alec was in his
typical black. Ariel brought in a dinner suit, in a cling film protector. It
was placed beside the one James had brought with them. James looked to his
lover, quizzically. He had never seen the man in anything more formal than what
he was wearing now. Getting a shrug Alec indicated the slave's back.

“I won't believe it until I see Alec in it” James said to the slave.

Giving a smile over his shoulder. “I have seen Mr Trevelyan in it and he looks
handsome, Sir” Ariel said.

The meetings of the day started immediately. The deal with the syndicate would
be the biggest James and Alec had done. It ranged from simple pistols to state
of the art fixed weapons placements. Merovingian himself wanted a Starwars
style missile defence shield.

The negotiations were long and laborious the only break was for lunch. Some
negotiated on their own while others did it as groups. James saw what Alec had
been taking about. They were mistrustful of them as outsiders.

In the late afternoon James, Alec, Onatopp and Boris along with Jon and Robb
the head of the henchmen. Ariel dressed in black britches and cream poet shirt,
and a naked Imp acted as servers. The group were talking privately about
fulfilling the orders. The slaves and suspected microphones or CCTV aside.

The two biggest problems were the size of the order. “Prioritised, staggered
shipments” Jon argued and with noting better that was decided as the stand to
be used for further negotiations.

The second was the specialised defence system Merovingian wanted. Getting a
real one was immediately dismissed. Boris the computer expert spoke long and
elegantly about designing his own version. A whimper drew everyone's attention
to Ariel.

Just because he hadn't thought about computers in a while and it hurt when he
did. It did not mean Ariel couldn't recognise when someone was talking out of
their ass.

“What is it” James asked.

“I'm sorry Sir, I didn't mean to interrupt” Ariel said bowing his head.

“You agree or disagree with Boris” Alec said.

Ariel felt the pain and nausea, the room spinning. He was then held up by Alec
who had moved without his notice.

“He knows nothing, just a cock slut. The technology is filtering down. The
ability to approximate a missile defence is no that complex...”

“Shut up” James snapped at Boris as he continued to boasted his prowess and
insulted the slave. All Ariel could do was look up at Alec and shake his head
as more pain and nausea assaulted him.

“I will tell Merovingian we can not deliver the missile shield” Alec insisted.

“I can do it, don't listen to the slughead” Boris insisted banging the table as
he stood. Onatopp pulled him down growling something in Russian.

Alec stroked down Ariel's neck avoiding the green collar. “As you were” Alec
said, letting the slave go and returning to his seat.

Boris wasn't pleased and Ariel ducked his head with the fury of the man. Making
a sharp sound, Onatopp gave Boris another warning glare to behave.

The meeting continued for a while. By the end they were able to know their
position for delivery. The dark haired Jon Snow told them to enjoy their meal.
He and Robb then headed off in the direction of the barracks.

Retuning to their room Ariel washed and groomed both men. With a blowjob thrown
in as well. James then stood back and watched his lover getting dressed in the
formal wear. Q had been right Alec looked handsome in the white tie. Ariel then
put the finishing touches on the man. Alec's dark blond hair slightly windblown
without a single strand out of place.

Ariel caught James' eye and blushed ducking his head. When Alec followed the
slave's gaze he blushed as well. “I believe in miracles” James drawled. Giving
Alec an appreciative once over.

Ariel was buttoning up James' shirt, laying kisses as the skin disappeared.
When Ariel did the top button James tipped his chin up placing a gentle kiss in
the red lips.

Ariel escorted them to the foyer landing. “Sirs, this is as far as I can go”
Ariel said.

Expecting it to be a late night. “You may go to bed at a reasonable time. We
will join you when we get back” Alec said. Deliberately reminding the slave he
was expected in their bed when they returned.

Getting a happy nod and “Yes Sir” they left the slave to join the party.

At one point Merovingian came up to Alec and James. He started taking about one
of the other guests. “My wife said you may appreciate a casino night. Of course
she said it in front of  Castor Zues. The man would bet on the flip of a coin”
Merovingian stated.

“Poker, Baccarat” James mused with interest.

“Baccarat” Merovingian said with a bit of excitement himself.

“Roulette was my game” Alec said but could see Merovingian had already given in
to the idea. At James' mention of Baccarat.

James climbed the stairs like an old man, leaning heavily on the banister. Alec
a few steps behind. “If we go to sleep now, we'll have four full hours before
we have to get up” Alec said.

“If we ask Ariel for breakfast in bed we could have five” James returned.

Entering the bedroom the two men shed their clothing on the way to the bed.
Sliding in the normally cool sheets were already body warmed. Wrapping around
the warm body the two men fell asleep.

James groaned, trusting his hips as he came hard. The mouth around his cock
swallowed and licked him clean. Opening his eyes sunlight streamed through the
slightly open curtains. “Time” James demanded. Worried about how long he had
slept.

“Half past eight, Sir” Ariel said slipping out of the side. He brought a tray
over with a coffee and food on it.

“Wonderful” James praised and watched as Ariel slipped under the covers on
Alec's side.

James watched in fascination as his lover groaned. He was as fast asleep just
as James had been. Alec's face screwed tight and he gasped, snapping his eyes
open.

“Morning” James purred and took a sip of his coffee. Turning away as Alec gave
a contented sigh.

Ariel appeared with a smug expression on his face and then brought Alec's tray
over. He then disappeared into the bathroom and the sound of gargling came.
“You think I should stop” Alec asked.

With a sigh James wanted to say yes. He shook his head, “I think it's for my
benefit” James replied.

Putting the tray aside James stood. The previous night's clothing had been
tidied away. Alec followed James into the bathroom. Ariel knew the hast of the
morning and there were no teasing or provocative touching.

Within half an hour Ariel had the two men dressed. He saw them to Merovingian's
office for 09:00 exactly. Giving a bow, Ariel backed away.

The morning was spent in the second round of negotiations. The customers were
using Alec and James' inability to fulfil the full orders to drive down the
price. The conversation went back and forth. The part that concerned James was
Merovingian. He seem too accepting of their inability to fulfil his order for
the defence shield.

Lunch signalled the end of the penultimate round of negotiations. Over lunch
Merovingian brought up his order. “A shame about the missile defence” he said
and James though he saw fear in the man.

“Only America and Israel have a functioning system. The likelihood of us
acquiring one is remote. And we would surely bringing either down on us, or
you, if we tried to get one” James insisted.

“Fabricating one?”

Boris several places away started laying out the possibility. “We are lead to
believe Boris may be underestimating the complexities involved” Alec said.

“Who lead you to this belief” Merovingian asked with a knowing expression on
his face.

“An experienced special projects technician of MI6. He was not able to fully
articulate his concerns but he had them” James said.

Merovingian nodded and retuned his attention to his plate. “I have arranged
something” Merovingian said to James.

Forcing a gracious smile “Oh” James said. No matter how James approached,
Merovingian would say no more. Exchanging glances Alec, Onatopp, Jon and Robb
moved their mental status to readiness. None likes surprises. After lunch
Merovingian lead a select few to a room. Onatopp recognising the path
whispered, “Whipping room”

Merovingian called Alec and James forward. Throwing open the double doors onto
a spacious room, still in the rich French fashions. Ariel stood in the middle
of the room waiting. He was naked with his head bowed, back straight, hands
behind him and legs together.

“I am told you enjoy pain. I was hoping for a demonstration” Merovingian purred
at James. Over the host's shoulder James saw the eager expression on
Persephone's face.

A subtle pinch from Alec had him approaching the slave. Ariel gave him a
hesitant smile. “Please Sir. Let me be your pleasure” Ariel said softly.

James subtly looked to his audience. About a dozen. Merovingian, his wife and
Alec at the forefront of the group. His lover looked concerned but only James
would be able to tell, the mask of boredom almost perfect.

It looked like some form of test. Given he and Alec had been discussing this
the other day and Q was not in the room at the time. It confirmed there were
either microphones or cameras in their room. Merovingian would have likely seen
every argument, caress, kiss and show of tender affection that had been
exchanged between them. Which lead James to, why was Merovingian forcing him to
do something he didn't like to admit to.

The room was large and square, looking over the gardens and the sea beyond. The
dark wooden floor shone with years of polish and wax. Around the walls were
implements of pain. Whips, straps, belts, crops and paddles. A part of James
wondered what Merovingian would do if he picked a vicious cat style whip with
barbs of metal woven into the lashes. Would Merovingian continue this test if
his most prized slave could be permanently and irrevocably damaged.

James immediately dismissed the thought. He wouldn't take the chance of
Merovingian letting him hurt Q. Dismissing all the ones designed to do
permanent damage like a wooded stick covered in needle like spikes or the cat
whips with barbed metal.

Then James looked at the horse, frame and chair. All of deeply polished wood as
ornate as the room they were in. “If something is missing We will endeavour to
accommodate” Merovingian offered and gave a calculating smile.

James couldn't look at Q. This was a part of himself he used but never admitted
to enjoying. He needed to make a good show and there was only one that played
out in his mind. The one that clarified James' compulsion.

“A heavy rope, no less than two centimetres in diameter and no less than a one
meter long” James instructed. Merovingian made the appropriate arrangements in
the background.

James approached the barber type chair. High back with head, arm and leg rests.
Looking it over James saw a remote attached to the chair. The little picture
showed what button controlled what. It looked simple enough. “Sit Ariel” James
commanded.

“Yes sir” the slave responded. Ariel approached the chair and sat. James pushed
two buttons on the remote and the leg rests split. With Ariel's legs open his
cock and balls dangled low and vulnerable.

Leaning close James grasped the hanging sack, in warning. “Will you stay or do
you wish to be restrained” James whispered. Putting force into his quiet voice,
adding “Answer truthfully”  

Hesitantly, “If Sir wishes to bind me it is his choice” Ariel said.

Taking it to mean the slave wanted to be restrained. James nodded and there was
a bit of relief in the Slave's eyes. Ariel indicated the permanent cuffs he
wore and on the armrest, a small ridge made of a series of tiny hooks. Ariel
aligned the hooks with the gap between the links of his bracelet like cuffs.
Pressed down and pulling back a click indicating the cuffs were now secure.

Ariel did the same for his other hand while James did it for the ankles. Taking
the 3cm wide ankle cuff James felt for the ridge of hooks on the leg rest.
Pressing in and down the cuff was fixed into place. When James had finished
with the other cuff Ariel lowered his head. James saw the same ridge on the
head rest. Pressing the collar to it Ariel could now no longer pull away from
the head rest.

A slave arrived with a length of thick rough rope. It was slimmer to the one
James remembered but without the knot of a wrecking ball at the end. He was
also given a wide belt. James wound the belt round the slave's middle and chair
so he couldn't buck.

James took several steppes away. Holding one end of the rope James flicked his
wrist. The rope started spinning in a circle as James walked.

“Not your indulgence” Merovingian whispered to Alec, beside him.

“Not really” Alec mused.

A shriek filled the room, James bringing the rope up onto the Slave's balls.
The impact stalling the circular motion of the rope. Alec and Merovingian
watched as James stated spinning the rope again.

“I once knew a man who enjoyed something similar” Merovingian said.

“I believe he learned the technique from a, Le Chiffre” Alec said in bored
tones as another scream filled he room. A few gave polite applause at the
scream.

Alec looked over to see Persephone, looking lustfully eager over the scene.
Even Onatopp had that look on her face as her chest heaved. Her dark bottom lip
caught in white teeth.

Alec noticed Merovingian was only observing him. Covering, “I hear her slave
has a tiny waist” Alec asked indicating the man's wife.

“You wish to see” Merovingian offered as another scream split the room.

“Perhaps in one of your exhibits” Alec said.

“My wife will never forgive you or me. I shall do it” Merovingian said. As if
she knew she was being discussed Persephone tuned to them. Her aroused desire,
melted into fury, looking on her conspiring husband.

James paced himself and Alec could see the dark arousal in his lover.

“He dose not exercise himself much” Merovingian said.

Alec shook his head, “No he likes to think himself vanilla”

“His technique is good. Very controlled. I see his desire but he is not letting
it rule or dictate his actions. I saw how he desired the cat whip with the
barbs and dismiss it.” Merovingian mused as he assessed James.

James finished at five strokes. Dropping the rope there was a sound of
disappointment from the group. Merovingian silenced then announcing the show
over. Alec approached his lover as he wiped a tear away from the slave's face.
Despite the pain James had caused. Ariel looked up at the man with a hopeful
smile. His cock standing proud and glistening with a dew drop of precum.

“Excellent” Merovingian called. Alec was concerned over his lover. He had just
been forced to confront a part of himself he barely acknowledged. And since
learning he was alive James had been quite protective of him. Then he noticed
Merovingian was as far from them as possible while still in the room.

Alec approached and looked over Ariel. “On the control” Merovingian said
keeping his distance. Alec suspected he knew what would happen if he approached
closer. Finding the chair's controls Alec pressed the key symbol and Ariel
flopped forward as his collar detached from the chair.

“Thank you Sir” Ariel wheezed barely concious. Alec lifted him out of the
chair.

“Puck will show where to take him” Merovingian said and walked off saying
something about dinner as he disappeared.

“I'll see you in the room” Alec said to James. Giving a covert instruction to
go and calm himself down.

Alec followed the slave indicated by Merovingian. Through a disguised door Alec
followed and down into the utilitarian area of the house. The grandeur giving
way to functionality. Alec felt like Moses as he passed. Everyone parting,
leaving his path clear.

In a long room, beds running up either side. There were other slaves recovering
from injuries. Alec recognising some from the games and entertainment. A nurse
indicated a bed. Alec placed his burden down getting a hiss as the abused
organs were trapped between his thighs. “Thank you Sir” Ariel said and Alec
stroked the sweat flattened hair. For what he had just been through Q didn't
look that bad or upset or even scared.

As he waited Alec turned his eyes to the bed next to Ariel's. There was a mid
to late teenage boy in it. There were rectangular dressing on his body.

Ariel followed Alec's line of sight and gasped. Moth opened his eyes and turned
to look at Ariel. “I thanked Master for every one” the boy said in French.
Arial had heard the rumour of the punishment for burning the Master's trousers.
Now he saw the aftermath for himself.

A doctor came into the room and Alec watched Ariel being examined. Ariel
whimpered but didn't try to evade the examination. The Doctor muttered away in
French then slapped Ariel's inner thigh. He froze at the groaning growl Alec
issued. The old man waffled away in French and slowly trailed off under his
continued glare. Alec may not know French but a good glare was universal.

“Just some swelling, no damage done. He says I don't need to be here, Sir”
Ariel said.

“Very well” Alec said and reached down to pick Ariel up again. Lifting him up a
gasp drew Alec's attention to the slave in the neighbouring bed. The doctor was
looking under the dressings and Alec recognised a bad burn from personal
experience.

They were long narrow and triangular shaped. 'an iron' Alec thought. Ariel hid
his face in Alec's neck and the guide looked uncomfortable and scared. “Sir”
Ariel called pulling Alec from his thoughts.

“Go” Alec instructed the guide softly.

Walking along the corridors. Alec leaned in close to the slave he was carrying.
“Merovingian?” he asked quietly. Referring to the burned slave he had just
seen. Arial nodded against the man's neck. “Kuku to” he said.

In the hall outside of their room Ariel asked Alec to stop. “Can I walk Sir”
Ariel asked. Alec gave him a smile and gently placed him on his feet.

“Good boy” Alec said and gave the slave a proud smile. Blushing Ariel ducked
his head and walked gingerly forward. Just before he entered the room he
straitened his back and forced a normal stride.

Opening the door Ariel stepped in. Alec followed and saw his lover in a sullen
mood, sitting in a chair. Of course James to most would look relaxed. Alec
could see the slave didn't believe the act either.

Approaching James Ariel sunk to his knees and rested his head on James' thigh.
“Thank you Sir” Ariel said and Alec cringed. James accepted the graduated
without believing it and stroked Ariel's hair. He wasn't seeing Q held no anger
towards him. And by the glistening erection that only recently faded had gotten
something from the violence and pain.

Alec went to the bathroom and filled the tub. Pouring a generous amount of oil
into the water. Unsure in the beginning but the oil did wonders for his skin
and Alec made a mental note to get what it was before they left. If they left.

Just thinking of the host brought images of the ruined patches skin of the
slave to mind. Memories of his own clothes on fire. Plunging, rolling to stop
the flames. Leaving smears of red and charged flesh, stark against the pristine
white of the snow. Shaking off the memories of when M sent a cruse missile down
on him. Alec came out of the bathroom.

Returning, neither James or Ariel had moved. “Bath's ready” Alec said. Ariel
stood gracefully with the barest of winces.

“Come on Old Man” Alec encouraged.

Standing James quietly followed. Alec striped himself and watched as Ariel
stripped James. Catching the slave's eye Alec indicated James as he sat in the
bath. Nodding Ariel entered the water and pressed himself beside the sombre
man.

With another encouraging smile from Alec. Ariel moved to sit in James' lap.
Alec handed James a wash cloth and Ariel guided the hand across his body. As
Ariel guided James hand below the surface of the water James stopped. Ariel
gave James big innocent eyes.

“I” James started. Alec was concerned he may say something incriminating but
the man trailed off.

“Please Sir” Ariel pleaded and ducked his head. James moved his hand blow the
surface, where the slave had guided it to. Letting out a chuckle Alec saw the
muscles in James' upper arm tense and relaxing as he moved his hand in a
distinct up and down motion. Ariel threw his head back and moaned, his stomach
muscles rippling as he thrust up.

Alec spread his arms across the back of the wide tub. He lay back enjoying
watching James come back to himself as he played with the slave. A sudden
pained hiss from the slave and Alec cringed expecting his lover to fall back
into his dark mood. The guttural whine that followed the hiss and the thrust,
stopped James from pulling back.

James started to move his other hand from Ariel's back to between the slave's
legs as well. Ariel threw his head back, clinging to James. “Thank you, Sir”
Ariel wheezed and James looked startled.

“What are you doing” Alec teased.

James stilled again and got a whine of disappointment from the slave. “Just
making sure there was no permanent damage” James insisted.

Alec chuckled. “perverts” he shot.

“Yes, Sir” Ariel groaned. Moaning for more. Arms around James' neck, hips
thrusting up into the hand around him.

***** 5th Day: Utter Acceptance, 6th Day: Welcome to the Syndicate & 7th Day:
Home Sweet Home *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The negotiations ended with signing of contracts. Most accepted the delivery
restrictions with a token rebate. Only one held out and there was no sale made
to him. Another man was trying to offer several slaves as a part payment for
his shipment. A thinly veiled attempt to get them into the Syndicate.

James looked to their host. “Only one slave could be accepted in barter” James
mused. It was one of the last hangups the customers had. They wanted to deal
with one of their own, a member of the Syndicate. Merovingian giving a
placating half smile in answer. He actually looked better than when they first
arrived. More calm.

That evening there was a meal to celebrate the new partnership. “To Janus our
new friends” Merovingian said as he stood at the head of the long dining table.
James was at the foot beside Persephone and Alec beside Merovingian. During his
long, laborious and ingratiation speech, Merovingian's eyes flicked to Alec
often. He finished by inviting everyone to a Casino night on the last night of
his guests presence.

The night had the typical entertainment throughout, associated with this place.
Dancers, contortionists, gymnasts. There were the typical sporting competitions
as well.

Heading up stairs, as soon as etiquette allowed. Ariel was waiting on them. As
James had requested he wore the simple britches and shirt outside the room.
Inside he was usually nude, as he was now.

Gracefully Ariel stood from his kneeling position. “Sirs” he greeted. He
followed the two men to the dressing room. Undressing Alec then James he sent
hopeful eyes to James. Since the day before he had been subtly quizzing James.

“Is CBT all you are interested in or a range of punishment types” Ariel had
asked when the three were in a post orgasmic haze, after their bath. Alec
chuckled at the eagerness in Ariel's tone and James' embarrassment.

“Give in to the dark side” Alec had teased.

“I don't know” James admitted.

Ariel had spoken, musing and describing different techniques. The ones to
decorate skin.”Like Onatopp” Alec observed.

Then the ones that cause pain without to much damage. “Also like Onatopp” Alec
added.

Alec chuckled at his overwhelmed lover. Thankfully Q avoided mentioning the
techniques to do real and permanent damage. Giving Ariel a kiss Alec saved his
lover from the Slave. “The old boy, is all new to expressing himself”

“Oh, Sorry Sir. I just wanted to express my enthusiasm” Ariel said to James and
got a stroke from Alec as reward. The eagerness of the slave doing more to help
James recover than anything else. In the end James agreed to try a spanking.

Coming out of the dressing room Ariel bowed his head. The anticipation was
clear on the slave. He was trying to suppress his movements and he sported an
impressive hard on.

“Stop tormenting him” Alec chibbed.

“Get something you're comfortable with” James ordered Ariel and indicated the
toy cupboard. Alec caught the Slave's eye and gave a subtle silent warning.
Getting a bobbing bow of the head in return.

Alec went to the couch crossing his legs. He could see the bed and the two
other men. He could see the nervousness in his lover. He had only let this side
of himself out once. And although it wasn't to his taste Alec wanted to make
sure James didn't go to fast. Ariel didn't seem the type to let his own limits
imped a Master's desire.

Ariel perused the items in the cupboard and wondered. Alec had implied nothing
too severe and James had told him 'comfortable with'

He was looking at a crop and a short leather paddle. The crop would leave
stinging welts that could last days. The paddle would bring a hue of rosy red
to his flesh. He had taken a substantial barrage of both in his time. The
instant cutting sting compared to the slowly building fire.

Unable to choose Ariel presented both to James. “I'm sorry, Sir. I can not
decide Sir” Ariel said with his head bowed.

James took the crop first and swished it a few timed and cracked it against his
palm. He then did the same with the paddle.

Holding both James looked at the Slave. He was fidgeting. In the common
standing pose, hands behind his back, feet together. His erection pointing to
James and there was a dew drop gathering at the slit. James let Q stand there a
few moments in anticipation.

“Bed. On your knees, face down” James commanded. Ariel climbed up presenting
his arse to the man. The soft duvet under his cheek. The anticipation, when
would the blow come what with, how hard.

“Eager little thing” James mused and touched the twitching buttplug. Ariel
whimpered as the caress was felt outside and in. A hand swept over the round of
his buttocks and cradled his hanging balls. Still a little tender from the day
before.

“Yes, Sir” Ariel whined arching his back presenting his arse even more.
Releasing a whimper Ariel felt the loop of the crop caressing over the
sensitive inner thighs. It continued up stroking his balls and up the crack of
his arse.

Ariel bit the duvet as he gathered two fist full as well. Then came the paddle
sweeping and caressing, over his back and around his spread buttocks. Then it
made a swish as it lifted off. Ariel groaned anticipated a smack which didn't
come.

James chuckled as the groan became a disappointed whimper. Squeaking and
jumping, James had stroked the loop of the crop up the sole of Ariel's foot.

The crop was brought up, caressing along the back of Ariel's leg. Over his
thigh, the cheek of his arse and up his back. It was gently lifted off and
Ariel felt it touch the tip of his cock. Another chuckle sounded from the man
behind him.

The looped end of the crop was placed in front of Ariel's face. He could see a
shiny wet bead on the loop of black leather. “Excited” James asked. Instead of
answering Ariel released the duvet from his mouth and licked the drop of precum
from the leather.

Another chuckle and the crop dispersed from view. The crop swept down his back
to rest across his arse. A swish as it was pulled back. Then a smack and Ariel
rocked forward. A delay between the sound and Ariel's muddled mind to process
the wide broad smack of the paddle.

Groaning Ariel pushed back and angled his hips up again, silently begging for
another. James started caressing him with the paddle. A dull whoosh as it
pulled back and Ariel felt a thin stinging from his inner thigh. The pain more
noticeable than the swish of the crop. “Thank you, Sir” Ariel moaned.

Ariel felt the crop moving about his back. When it swished away Ariel
anticipated the paddle. A light stinging from just above his arse and a quiet
crack sounded. Then he rocked forward with an immediate heavy blow of the
paddle to the round of his arse. “Yes, Sir” Ariel whined.

James continued to keep the pattern random. Ariel was in a constant state of
erotic and pain driven anticipation.

Alec parted his dressing gown palming his erection to relieve the constant
ache. He was not usually into the show happening before him. His eyes stared
transfixed to the constantly twitching hole of the slave. The base of the
buttplug highlighting every movement of the muscles around it. And between the
legs, an erection pointing down. A single string of pearly precum stretching
from the tip to the bed.

Suddenly James broke the string of drizzled cum, with a finger. Tutting he
chastised the slave for the mess he was making of the bed. Ariel responded with
an incomprehensible mumble. Licking his fingers James delivers a smack with the
paddle.

Stepping back allowed Alec to see the inner legs decorated with lines of welts.
The outer thighs shone a uniform red as did the cheeks of the Slave's arse.

James looked to him with a soft smile he looked more content than Alec had seen
him in while. “Are you finished I'm horny” Alec said. James stepped aside and
indicated the inviting arse.

Getting up Alec stalked towards the bed. Seeing light welts decorating Ariel's
upper arse and lower back. This close Alec cold see the shape of the squared
outline of the paddle on the slave's skin.

Skimming is hands over the cheeks and back Ariel whined. A squeal sounded as
Alec worked the plug out. Ariel was far passed rational thought and mewled
angling his hips to allow easier access to his hole.

Parting his dressing gown Alec pressed the head of his cock to the slave's now
twitching and empty passageway. Feeling the cock Ariel thrust back quick and
sharp giving a contented scream. Alec quickly grabbed the hips stilling the
Slave's movement. The action quick, impatient and impressive.

Exchanging a quick glance and smile, with James. If Ariel was so eager for a
ponding. Holding Ariel's hips still Alec set a fast bruising pace. The whine of
disappointment, at not being able to move became regular gurgling grunts. Not
bothering with the Slave's fulfilment Alec pounded away but always sure where
he was targeting, and getting a tightening every time he brushed the prostate.
Feeling the tight coiling. Growling Alec pulled the slave onto his cock and
emptied himself.

Ariel whined long and unstated as he felt Alec orgasm alone. Becoming a
heartbreaking noise when Alec fully pulled out.

Aligning himself to the lube and cum dripping hole. James just touched it with
his cock. Ariel did the same, slamming back hard and fast. A contented sigh
sounded as James stood still letting, the slave thrust back as he chose. Those
agile hips rocking and a rhythmic tightening of muscles with every impaling
thrust.

Ariel was making desperate little screams with ever roll of the hips. James
stood still, every tendon and muscle taut and veins pressed up against skin. He
was straining not to move but wasn't sure he could out last the slave.

“Permission” Alec prompted with a smug expression on his face. James growled at
the smug bastard. Sliding a hand down Q's back.

“Without touching yourself you may cum” James growled. James knew it was
possible and wanted to see of Q could.

The moment the words were out of his mouth. The muscles round James cock became
impossibly tight and Q stopped all movement. A quite hissing gasp and the
muscles didn't spasm for a while. Ariel collapsed sliding off James' still hard
cock.

Fisting his cock James watched his hand roll the foreskin back and forth over
his head. His cock, the red backside, leaking arse and the decorating welts in
one erotic image. A stream of cum shot forth leaving a trail from Q's shoulder
to buttocks. Another, and another, James came and came hard. There were ribbons
of white cum decorating the slave's back and arse before James finished.
Horizontal welts with vertical stripes of cum.

Alec's arms came round James, holding and guiding him to the bed. Closing his
eyes just for a moment James' last image was Alec licking the cum from the back
of the unconscious Q.

--

In the morning Alec and James decided on a lazy day. They went down for
breakfast. The house being prepared for the night. Gaming tables, even a full
sized bar was being set up and stocked.

With a nod James and Alec separated. James took Onatopp out to the gardens.
They walked around going so far as the cliff that overlooked the beach. Quietly
in rusty Georgian James laid out the plan to challenge Merovingian into betting
Ariel. She chuckled. “What if you do not win the slave” Onatopp said softly.

“We will leave as planed. Alec and I will bail out while still on the grounds.
You will be given two hours head start before we take Q” James said and got a
snort.

“If I get Imp. I will help” Onatopp said.

James could kiss her, “Deal.” James then though, things didn't look so bleak
with help from outside.

”Return to the train quickly. Extraction by helicopter from this terrace. Come
in low over the sea. We will deal with the radar” James instructed. Plans
coming together. James and Alec had not really thought this far. As they both
thought an assault would be more a of a suicide rather than anything else.

They changed conversation. The approaching guard a reminder they were in a
hostile environment. Looking over the view of the Mediterranean. James
reluctantly but enthusiastically talking about Q's positive spanking the night
before and asking questions from the more experienced dominatrix.

-

Alec walked along the house's corridor. He was approaching the end of one of
the wings. Sentry guards in abundance at the side entrance of the palace like
house. Standing, observant and at attention. Although in what Alec would
consider standard combat gear. They would put any of the guards at Buckingham
palace to shame.

Stepping out of the house and into a square court yard. The funicular to the
beach to Alec's right. In front of him was an addition, in the same style as
the rest of the palace like house. The barracks' facade disappeared the moment
he was through the door.

Approaching a heavily armed guard in the undecorated and utilitarian concrete
foyer. “Visitor's quarters” Alec demanded. With a clinical eye to Alec's
obvious military trained posture. The guard gave Alec a respectful response.

Following the corridors, indicated. Alec came to a common room. Jon, Robb, Bran
and Rickon were around a square table. The room was clearly intended for a
larger party. A group of twenty could easily fit in it. “Where's Theon” Alec
demanded, in Russian.

There were three others. But Benjin the train engineer/janitor always stayed
with the locomotive. The honeypot assassin, Sansa refused to come. Jon's sister
Arya, he refused to allow to come to this place. And this place was why Theon
was not in the room. “gorging himself” Rickon said.

“Get him” Alec ordered. The youngest of the group went to the door at the far
end of the room.

There were comments about Theon from Bran. The medic had to give Theon advice,
recommending abstinence. But finished, “Theon would prefer to rub his cock raw
than pass up in the sex.”

Robb chuckled and looked to Jon. “Even he has indulged”

Jon ducked his head. Embarrassed. Alec reassured, everyone had indulged. A dark
haired, blue eyed and naked girl walked out. Wearing the same collar as Arial
and the other slaves. And just like like Arial, she held herself poised no
matter what she had been doing a few moments ago.

Rickon emerged next and retuned to the table to sit beside his lover. Giving
Bran a half smile and shake of the head.

“I'm going to have to amputate if he doesn’t let up”Bran said.

With dishevelled red hair and only in a pair of trousers. Theon appeared. He
tugged at the crotch as the material chafed the flesh beneath. Sitting down he
looked to Alec, along with the rest.

Alec started conversationally. Asking about their time here. Theon waxed on
about the women, how good they were, how easy. “Yes I heard about your sore
dick. Bran says he will have to amputate of you damage it much further” Alec
said.

The blue eyes of Theon met the light brown of Bran in terror. As Theon asked if
it was a genuine possibility. Robb went to the kitchenette that made up one of
the corners. Returning with mugs and a coffee pot.

Keeping their tone conversational the men gave their report on what they had
learned. Apart from the general but ridiculously over the top security, which
Alec and James had seen for themselves.

Bran stared talking about a rather nice guard he and Rickon had met and spent a
night with. They and the guard not wanting to make use of the slaves.
Preferring a fully consensual partner.

Bran then made his tone enthusiastic as he explained how the slaves were
monitored and secured. “When they are enslaved, or born. Three mandatory tags
are embedded. Two short rage RFID, in the ear, and foot. Another long range is
placed at the back of the neck. There is also a way to stop them running away,
a failsafe. A capsule implanted somewhere. It is toxic. The slaves are then
given something to stop the poison from being metabolised.”

Alec thought about all that they had said. It was not looking good if they had
to take Arial by force. And if they did. Merovingian, The Syndicate, and
without doubt MI6 would be told of their survival. That would be a lot of
enemies for two over the hill Double Ohs. Alec issued the coded warning anyway.
“When we get back. I want to leave within two hours, no waiting”

They now knew, he and James would give them two hours before acting. Alec took
his leave. With a final, teasing warning to Theon to pace himself or suffer
permanent damage. At least Theon had passed the STD to be able to make use of
the slaves. After the last time in St Petersburg Alec had been sure the man
would have picked something up.

-

The talk with Onatopp actually lasting far longer than James thought it would.
He learned it was the image of the welts she liked, rather than causing pain.
He had no idea kinks could be so complex and interwoven. Apparently Imp was
into Femdom, as long as it was Onatopp he could get enjoyment out of most
things. To James they sounded like a perfect couple.

When James returned to the room Alec was alone. He was looking out the window
in deep thought. Getting a look James stood beside him and Alec took his hand.
In the subtle taped out Morse code Alec told what he had learned in the
barracks.

James wrapped his arm about Alec. James cursing and swearing in his mind. If
there was a risk to Q and Imp they may need to leave them until they knew what
this failsafe was. James wasn't sure if he could walk away. His heart started
beating, hard. It was like no other time, there was no anger or adrenalin.
'Panic' James though, he new the signs.

The door clicked opened. There was a soft smile and slight blush on the slave
as the two men looked at him. James lifted his other arm and the slave slipped
under it. Here in his arms, Alec and Q. James forced down on his panic, he
would focus. Even if he had to leave Q he would return. He would return with an
army if he had to. James thought of M, promising himself he would give her
anything to help get Q out.

“Cards” James ordered reluctantly. Breaking the moment.

After Ariel brought the requested deck they sat around the low table. “Two
hands are dealt, the player hand and the dealer hand. You bet on on who will
win. The player hand, dealer hand or a draw. Aces are 1, number cards are their
value, except 10 which along with the face card are 0. The tens are knocked of
and only the unit value of the cards are counted. Highest hand wins” James said
shuffling the deck.

Alec found a handful of random coins to act as chips. Alec placed a €1 in for
the player to win. Ariel followed him with a rubel. James placed a Turkish lira
down on the dealer. He then dealt two cards each for the Player hand and the
Dealer hand.

The player was given an 8 and a 9 making 17, the tens value was removed making
7, and stood. The dealer was dealt a 4 and a 5 making 9. As a player James gave
himself a 1:1 return on his bet. As dealer he removed Alec and Ariel's wager.

Ariel placed another coin down this time for the dealer while. Alec went for a
draw. James placed a coin down for the dealer hand and dealt. The player had an
ace and a 3 making 4. The dealer had two 4s. For the player another card was
dealt, a king making no change to the value so another was dealt a 5 making 9.
James cleared the coins off the table as no one bet on the player hand winning.

Ariel again placed a coin on the dealer to win, Alec on the player and James on
a draw. The player was dealt 8 and a Jack. The dealer was dealt 7 and a 9,
another card of a 3. “A winner” James said and added gave a 1:1 return on
Ariel's bet.

“Looks like random nonsense to me” Alec mused. James hummed his own
displeasure. Baccarat was not his game. Dealing a poker game they played until
Alec got bored.

Ariel disappeared to return with a champagne lunch. “Will you be joining us
tonight” James said to the slave. Wanting Q close and some of the other guests
had mentioned bringing slaves tonight.

“If Sirs wish me to” He answered.

“We do” Alec said.

“What would Sirs like me to wear?”

“What would be appropriate” James said as he placed some caviar on a blini.

“As a slave it is up to my Master. Just my collar or full white tie and
anything in between” Ariel said and opened his mouth the take the small pancake
James offered him.

When the time came the three men wore matching white tie. Both Alec and James
raked hungry eyes over the fidgeting slave. Only the collar sitting above the
neckline of the shirt and the cuffs peeking out under his sleeves marked Ariel
as a slave.

Coming out of the room they met Onatopp in a long sleek dress. A slit going
from ankle to hip gave it swish as she took a stalking stride. Her black hair
was up in French roll and she wore long satin gloves.

Boris was at her side looking small in a too big suit. His face had the same
unshaven stubble it usually had and his round glasses were still squinty with a
bit of tape on the leg.

Pleasantries were made and Ariel fell into step a pace behind Alec. Reaching
the landing they moved down the curving stair case.

In the middle of the foyer was Kuku. A gold coloured, square frame stood
displaying the naked Kuku inside. His arms and legs were chained to each
corner. A braided set of ropes went from one side, around the narrowest part of
Kuku's hour glass shape to the other. It made it look like a tube of tooth past
being squeezing in the middle.

“Was this your doing” James snapped at Alec.

“Yes” Came a malicious voice below them.

“Persephone” James drawled and increased his pace to go speak with the woman.
She could still be of use and James didn't want to alienate her yet.

Ariel followed Alec, Onatopp and Bois as they circled the centrepiece. Kuku was
in gold shackle like cuffs and a collar that was thick and heavy. The sides of
the collar was attached by chains to the top cross bar so the slave couldn't
drop his head. His black hair was straight and soft as it shone a gloss black.

His penis stood firm and long, covered in a intricate golden cock cage. It
looked more like an exoskeleton going round his balls and base of the cock then
along the shaft to encircle the head. Out of the tip of his penis was a
sounding rod with a pearl at the end.

Circling to the back the wide based of a plug was visible between the bronzed
globes of the Salve's arse. Like everything else it was gold.

From the position Ariel could here James and Persephone speaking quietly in
French. His Mistress was furious with the attack on her position in the
household. She was insulting to her husband and Ariel heard a few terms she
used for himself.

Subtly Ariel inched closer to Alec for protection. His stomach clenching as he
remembered the two men would be leaving tomorrow and everything would return to
normal. Ariel dropped his head, at the return to the hidden war between his
Master and Mistress. Now he had autonomously made a move against his Mistress.
She would want revenge for the insult on her. And his and Kuku's truce would
well and truly be over. He should have kept his mouth shut and not drawn
attention to the slave for his part in getting Moth more severely punished.

A familiar hand clapped on his shoulder. His master's words were directed to
Alec though. They spoke about Kuku and Alec congratulated his Master. Alec made
sure he was loud enough for Persephone to hear. Ariel cringed and was sure his
Master felt. He then got a small smile from his master.

The group parted and Ariel followed Alec. Touring the rooms finding what was
where. Alec snorted “James' game” he shot, indicating the poker tables. Q
cringed and whimpered at the use of James' name. Alec catching him and
swearing.

Finding the cashier Alec asked for €500,000 in chips. “Good luck, Janus” the
slave girl said respectfully.

Finding a roulette table Alec started with a small bet on a column. “Would Sir
care for a drink” Ariel asked.

“Vodka” Alec said absently, getting into the game.

Moving through the crowd Ariel was not the only Slave to accompany their master
or in Ariel's case Alec and James. He was however the most formally dressed.
Passing a man with two Indian boys on gilded chains. Wearing turbans and
matching loin cloths. The man leading them made a loud noise like a grumbling,
clearing of his throat. Ariel related to an English, upper class, colonial ex-
pat. When he called to someone it confirmed Ariel's suspicion.

Finding the bar that had been set up. “Vodka, neat for Mr Tre... Janus” Ariel
ordered.

Dismissing the tray Ariel rested the cold glass on a napkin and turned to go.
The glass was snatched from his grasp. “Needs vermouth” James said after
downing it.

“If Sir desires a Martini I will retrieve one” Ariel said.

Handing the glass back, “Do that” James said.

Turning back to the bar Ariel reordered Alec's drink and a dry Martini for
James. James reached passed Ariel to take the glass off the counter. Ariel
picked up the Vodka and lead the way back to Alec.

“I think there's a price on your hide” James said coming up to Alec. This time
both men saw Ariel's hidden fear of his mistress.

“I'm willing to fuck her harder than you did” Alec said with a malicious
twinkle in his eye. It was the same look he had when talking about M. Ever
since finding Q James was a little concerned. He still didn't know the full
story about how Merovingian was able to keep Q from MI6. And who knew what and
at what point did the lie about Q's death start. Was it Merovingian, Fairbanks
or M herself. James hoped it was Merovingian or Fairbanks, still having faith
in M.

James wandered off again and Ariel took his glass to the bar. Returning to
Alec's side he was handed a pile of chips. “Exchange those for higher
denominations” Alec instructed.

Going to the cashier the mound of round chips were exchanged for five
rectangular plaques representing a hinger value. Each of the five rectangles
was worth €500,000.

Ariel returned to Alec. One of the rectangles Alec placed in Ariel's inside
pocket “Do not let me gamble that and don't let me put another cent on account”
Alec ordered.

“Yes, Sir” Ariel replied.

With his initial investment secured. Alec started more risky bets with higher
returns. On the next trip to the cashier Ariel was given four €1,000,000

When Ariel returned, the under butler was talking to Alec. “Perhaps Sir would
prefer the high stakes room” The grey haired Englishman was saying.

“No I'm on lucky streak” Alec said ignoring the man.

“There are greater benefits to the high stakes room” the Under Butler insisted
getting nervous. Alec headless, placed a bet down and the croupier looked
nervously to the Under Butler. As in most cases, when a servant couldn't guide
someone, they looked to a slave.

“Sir” Ariel said coming up beside Alec.

Looking from Ariel's big beseeching green eyes to the nervous Servant. Removing
a high value plaque from Ariel's grasp. Alec tossed it in the air, towards the
guy in penguin suit and walked off. Missing the plaque, The Under Butler
scrambled to pick it up.

“What was that about” Alec asked.

“Master doesn’t want the less well off to loose too much. So maintains a ratio.
For ever three euros he brings in he will loose one. In high stakes it's 8:1.
The winners win big and the losers loose more” Ariel said quietly.

In the high stakes room Merovingian, James and a few others were around the
semi circular table. Persephone stood behind James with a hand on his shoulder.
Alec could see plan A wasn't going well, despite James' stony calm expression.

Moving to the roulette table. Alec played until he lost all that he had won.
Going to the Baccarat table Alec stood being Merovingian much like Persephone
was doing with James. He even got a smile from the French man.

James made his final bet and lost. Looking to Ariel, Alec asked for the
€500,000 plaque. Shaking his head, “No Sir You ordered me not to give it to
you” Ariel said quietly but firmly.

Merovingian chuckled, “Best not to argue, my Ariel will always obey”

James pushed away and gave Persephone a shrug and a smile. “A most enjoyable
game, shame luck wasn't on my side” James said to the hostess.

Catching Alec's arm they walked out. “They're staking the deck” James
complained. As they moved through the casino decorated rooms. “We're also down
to the coins in our pockets”

Alec was going to make a comment about dead men not needing money. Then stopped
himself, aware of the public setting.

“Whisky and a Vodka, bottles. Something to snack on as well” James ordered
Ariel.

Concerned with the unexpected and sullen mood of the two men. Ariel bowed and
scuttled off to obey.

Going up the stairs Alec and James met Onatopp. James gave her a subtle shake
of the head. It was all the message she would need. They have a choice to make.
Take Q by force, risk them all dying immediately and possible Q some time
later. Or leave Q here for now and come back prepared.

From the door Alec peeled of the suit he was not comfortable in. By the time he
collapsed on the couch he was in just underwear. Resting his head back,
throwing an arm over his eyes for good measure.

James undressed more sedately and sat on the floor with his back to the couch.
James reached out and in a Morse tapped out 'should we tell him' and got a
shake of the head in response. The arm over Alec’s eyes moved then wrap around
James' chest.

The door opened and Ariel entered with the items James requested. Placing the
tray down he poured the two drinks and handed them to the men. A knock sounded
and both men were moving. Heading for the dressing room and pulling on track
suit trousers while Ariel answered. “Good evening Master” Ariel said loud
enough for his voice to carry into the dressing room.

Both men looked at each other and stuffed guns into the back waist band. Both
came out bare chested and Merovingian took in the appreciative sight. He was
reclining in one of the couches with his legs crossed.

Both men sat on the couch opposite without showing the guns in the back of
their trousers. Ariel saw them however and his poker face was appalling.
Merovingian studied the the slave and gave a wolfish smile to the two men,
holding up his hands. “I come in peace” he said.

“I have been watching you. But you know that, I have also been assessing you.
When you came to my home I would not have even have given this a second thought
but over time...” Merovingian trailed off before changing the subject.

“You manipulate my wife and you manipulate me” He said looking the James and
Alec in turn. “You are loyal to each other. And you are every bit as loyal Him”
He said looking to the slave off to the side.

Standing. Merovingian approached the slave and reached to the inside pocket of
his suit. Where he saw Alec try to extract a chip. Pulling out the casino
plaque. “You have no intention of leaving him so I will sell Ariel for,
€500,000” Merovingian said reading the plaque. “Between the two of you. I trust
you will appreciate his full range of skills. I also trust you will take care
and above all, protect him”

“€500,000, you must also take care and protect Ariel. Agreed” Merovingian
asked.

“Agreed” Alec replied and bit confused by the change in their host. The man
smiled in return.

Coming to sit across from them again. “I should warn you, someone else wants
him. I have heard disturbing rumours. I have told Mr Trevelyan about him but he
is far more dangerous than I let on. He was why I wanted the missile shield”

“What information have you on him” James asked.

“Little, but what I have I will give” Merovingian said.

A knock came and a slave entered with one of the men from the negotiation. The
one who had tried to barter with the slaves. The slave placed two leather bound
folders down. Merovingian signed both then handed them to Alec and James. They
read over the Slave contract and signed, the man from the negotiations acted as
witness. Merovingian kept one and Alec and James the other. Merovingian shook
both their hands and stood.

“The slave that has been serving Onatopp. She is interested in buying him”
James said. Remembering her demand in exchange for helping them.

Nodding. “Market value for one of my Valets is Five million euro” Merovingian
said.

Remembering the slave he saw in the infirmary. Alec didn't know what fully
happened but he knew Arial blamed Kuku more than he blamed the Master who had
done the scarring. “What about a scarred one” Alec asked.

Merovingian looked to Alec, weighing him in his gaze. Then his eyes moved to
the burn scars decorating the left side of Alec's face, neck and torso. “A few
hundred” Merovingian said.

“Medical, triangular burn marks” Alec said.

Merovingian gave a smile and nodded. His suspicion confirmed about what slave
Alec had been thinking of. “We can sign the papers tomorrow” Merovingian said.

“Welcome to the Syndicate” the man from the negotiations said.

“Sir” Ariel called. When Merovingian stopped and looked at him Ariel stepped
forward. Sinking to the floor Ariel kissed his old master's shoes. “Thank you
Sir, for all you have given me”

Ruffling the slave's hair, “Serve you new Masters well. You were trained by me
and still reflect on on my house” Merovingian said.

“Yes, Sir” Ariel replied.

When they were alone. Ariel looked to his new masters. “One is pleased to be of
service, my Masters” Ariel said.

“I have to go talk to Onatopp” James said absently and headed for the door.

--

In the breakfast room Merovingian was sprinkling sugar over a pink grapefruit.
James, Alec and the rest of the guest were round the table also eating and
drinking as they made light conversation.

Clearing his throat the room quietened for Merovingian. “Mr Bond and Mr
Trevelyan made an offer on Ariel and I accepted” Merovingian said pleasantly to
his wife with a victorious half smile. Her face darkened and Merovingian
chuckled. “No my love. You have not won this time either”

Merovingian caught James' eye. He gave the man what he wanted. Adding
humiliation to the hostess James looked at her with a dismissive sneer. “Thank
you for your assistance, a shame our time together was so inconsequential”

Persephone stormed out with her husband laughing quietly into his napkin. “I
will pay for that” he said continuing to chuckle.

After breakfast Merovingian called Onatopp, James and Alec into his office. The
slave that had been serving Onatopp was there along with the slave Alec had
seen in medical. Shaggy dark hair and light blue eyes. With a slightly rounded
face, lean body with whipcord muscles. He was trembling slightly in open fear.
Only wearing the rectangle dressings covering his burns, like the rest of
Merovingian's male slaves he was circumcised and hairless. His cock small and
shrivelled in his fearful state.

The slave transfers were signed and payment exchanged. The slave who had been
with Onatopp bowed deep “One is pleased to be of service, My Mistress”

Then the the other slave copied him addressing Alec and James. He winced as
tender flesh moved in the bow. Through pain gritted teeth he groaned out, “One
is pleased to be of service, My Masters”

Dismissing the slaves, Merovingian then pulled out two binders handing one to
Onatopp and the other to James. “What's this about food?” James said as he
skimmed the material

“A failsafe inhibitor, additive. A slow release neurotoxin implant is under the
skin.” Merovingian said, tapping his own neck indicating where the implant was
placed on a slave. “The inhibitor prevents slaves from metabolising the toxin.
If they go without for more than twenty-four hours. They will slip into a coma
to incapacitate. At about forty-eight hours after slipping into the coma their
body will begin to shut down.”

As Merovingian spoke of Arial and the incident with his wife. Alec interrupted,
concerned for what James might do but he seemed to know already. “Our lifestyle
is hectic. Sometimes we do not eat for two days” Ales said casually. After a
moment Merovingian admitted the implants were fairly simple to remove. Any
decent medic should be able to accomplish it.

All three slaves were then brought back in, all naked. The tall white blond
butler stood behind them. Starting with Ariel he removed the iridescent green
enamel collar. He lay the open and long chocker like collar on a tray. The
wrist and ankle cuffs were next. The butler continued until all three dark
haired slaves were free of the marks of Merovingian's servitude.

Merovingian then held out three collars. They were simple bands of leather with
a padlock and a tag. “Your owner information has been recorded on these. If
they are caught without bearing owner information” Merovingian said and James
interrupted “There will be repercussion for their last know owner”

Merovingian smiled and nodded. James took one collar and Q lifted his head to
allow the man access to his neck. Circling Q's neck with the leather, James
buckled it in place making sure he could get a couple of fingers between the
leather and skin. Closing a metal flap over the buckle James secured it closed
with the pad lock. “Thank you Master” Ariel said quietly and heard the other
slaves say the same as they were collared.

When it came time to leave. Ariel and the other two slaves dressed in simple
black trousers and white shirts. Each was given a ruck sack with a few
necessities. The scary bald man who over saw the slaves arrived and handed
Ariel a 10L plastic tub. Ariel had seen them in the slave hall. Whatever was
inside was sprinkled on their food ration.

“That seal looks broken” A voice that Ariel had come to care about called. The
slave overseer looked furious then schooled his expression before turning the
the slim white blond butler. Jarvis was fairly young and was in open warfare
with the Mistress. He had been an ally at times to Ariel.

The butler took the tub from Ariel and handed him the one he brought. Looking
inside the tub the overseer brought. Tutting, “This looks off. I will need to
inform the Master” he said giving the overseer a knowing smile.

“Good luck” the butler said to Ariel. Straightened his already straight shirt
collar. “What a gaudy thing” he sneered touching the leather collar.

“It's just temporary Sir. I my Masters' first slave”

The butler hummed curiously. “Strange. I never thought the Master would part
with you, and never to such a simple household, to inexperienced Masters” the
Jarvis mused.

“He only took a ceremonial payment for both Moth and I” Ariel added.

“He must like them” Jarvis responded. Looking to the recovering slave. “Follow
his lead” he instructed, indicating Ariel.

“Yes Sir, I should always have” Moth responded.

With a slap to Ariel's backside, “Go. Don't keep your Masters waiting” The
butler instructed.

As they walked the Butler at the rear Ariel thought about Moth. Matagot had
asked him where he had left Moth. Then told him about the imaginative
punishment. Remembering passing Kuku on the stairs. Ariel thought the other
slave had overruled his instruction. Now he wasn't sure. Did Moth move on his
own?

When the slaves stepped out of the front door. Merovingian was talking to James
and Alec. Moth followed Ariel to their Masters. They stood a few paces away
until they were acknowledged. Imp had gone to the car behind to be met by his
Mistress.

At one point Merovingian looked from the plastic tub Ariel was holding to the
one the Butler was holding. Persephone stiffened and Merovingian gave her a
cruel smile. He would enjoy finding out what cruelty she had organised.

Alec opened the back door of the Land Rover and the two slaves slipped into the
back seat. James took the driver's seat while Alec took the passenger seat.
Ariel watched the slave beside him, his head was straight and bowed but his
eyes were fixed on the passing scenery. It must have been the first time he had
been moved outside a cargo compartment or transport box.

“So Ben” Alec called looking over to Ariel. The conditioned pain and nausea
making Q whine. The car swerved slightly as it distracted James. A disembodied
voice came over a radio and James responded.

Moth was cowering and Alec looked concerned as the sensation passed. “Sorry,
Master. I have been conditioned against that name” Ariel responded.

James gave a soft huff of annoyance. “Is there a name you haven't been
conditioned against” James asked softly his voice not showing the anger he
felt.

Dropping his head “They didn't know about Q” he said hesitantly. The term of
endearment one of the few refuges left in the slave's mind.

“Are you comfortable with Q” Alec asked.

“Yes Master”

“You can stop that as well” James said.

“We have been trained for specific salutations. It will be difficult” Q said
hesitantly knowing he had only thought of other slaves by their name.

There was something else. Hesitantly he added. “I'm sorry, I can call Master
Alec by his name but yours has the same response as using my own” Q informed.
The conditioning around James had been disjointed. Based on the obituary he had
found and what the school had found on the spy.

James huffed his annoyance again. This time Alec hit his lover in the leg.
Looking to the new addition, “What's your real name?” Alec asked.

“Moth” the slave replied.

“Isn't that what Merovingian called you” Alec said softly.

“Yes, Mas... Sir” he replied with clear distress at the rapidly changing
circumstances and expectations around him.

“Master Alec” Q called, pointedly. “Whatever name we are given is our real
name” he said hoping the man would understand.

“What was your earliest name” Alec amended.

The slave squinted, thinking back. “You” he said hesitantly.

James chuckled. “U. Q, U” he muttered and the slave beamed at doing something
to please his new master.

Alec gave him a soft smile “Do you wish to use U as he will use Q”

“Please Master, Master Alec that would be most kind” the Slave replied. Alec
watched how the injured slave was copying Q. Even in the way he addressed them.
Following his lead.

Passing out of Merovingian's grounds. James had been casting glances in the
mirror to the slaves in the back. “You don't have to hide. Look out the window"

He could see why Alec had taken in the other one. He was in his late teens slim
and delicate. Dark hair with the odd blond strand and pale blue grey eyes. His
face was round and looked Russian by extraction. The dressings, four on the
front and five on the back were covered by his clothes. Only the winces he gave
indicated the damage, as the seat pressed the ones on his back and thighs.

“What languages do you speak” James asked him. “English, French, Polish, Czech”
U replied.

“You'll both need to learn Russian” Alec said.

“What happened” James asked after a while.

U dropped his head. “I was careless, I burned master's clothing, Master”

“So Merovingian burned you” Alec said unable to conceal his anger.

“Yes, Master Alec. I thanked him for his punishment and his mercy” U informed.
Getting more scared by the rising anger in his new masters.

“Masters, may I” Q called. When Alec nodded he looked to the other slave. “You
said 'should have always listened' what did you mean?”

“I though the bedroom would be a worse place to confront Master. Then Kuku came
in and told me I should wait just inside the apartment doors. I thought it
would be better, so didn't challenge him” U said hesitantly. Q was relived the
conclusion he jumped to wasn't completely wrong.

Alec looked to Q for answers. “If you confront the master in his bedroom with a
mistake. He is less likely to leave or call for assistance. He would usually
use his belt or crop, mount you then throw you out. If you confront him in the
lounge area he will order you into the play room for punishment. There he is
more involved and creative”

It took several hours to get to their destination. The countryside gave way to
a large town. First the suburbs then an industrial area ending in a train
depot. Amongst the goods trains a black armoured locomotive idled, a dozen
carriages long.

“home sweet home” Alec mused.

“Not as regal as you last residence” James added.

“If it is where our masters reside we will be happy” Q said.

Q followed James and Alec entering the first carriage behind the locomotive.
Ariel's head spun and he collapsed whining in distress. The information centre
of the train acting as administrative and communications heart of Alec and
James operation. Everything in it Q had been conditioned against. “Please, no”
Q whined closing his eyes and shaking his head.

Opening his eyes Q was on a in a small wooden and upholstered classic settee,
with a cushion under his head. Alec was pressing his face with a damp cloth.
“Master” he moaned. James was pacing agitated while U tried to make himself
small as possible, standing in a corner.

“I'm sorry, masters” Q said the lingering nausea remaining after the
stimulation.

“He can not keep doing this” James growled and both Slaves cringe.

“Sorr...” Q started before Alec stopped him.

“James, our room” Alec instructed in a soft commanding tone. James went out the
door towards the locomotive end of the train. Onatopp entered from it. Passed
though, coming in the door at one end out the door at the other. Boris and Imp
following behind her.

“Can you stand” Alec asked and Q gave a jerking nod. From his elevated position
Q could see the train's state room. A lounge area at one end and a rectangular
dining table at the other. Pressed against the wall on either side of the
carriage were two desks. Q's eyes fixed on the open laptop of one and the
closed laptop on the other.

A hand blocked his view and getting a soft hushing sound. “I will guide you”
Alec softly said. Q closed his eyes and with hands placed on his wast Alec
walked him forward. With Alec behind him Q walked.

Pulled him to a stop. “Handle on your right, slide the door open” Alec
commanded. Q felt the vertical handle and with a yank the door slid to the
left. A slight push and Q took a step forward. “You can open your eyes” Alec
informed.

Opening his eyes Q was in a passage way. Through the wall to Q's left he could
hear the sound of leather on flesh and a moaning. “Onatopp impatient to showing
Imp the ropes” Alec teased.

The last door of the carriage Alec instructed Q to open. It was a small twin
room, decorated in elegant classical wood furniture. Mini glass chandeliers
that decorated all the light fixtures, and cream wall paper. The two beds on
the left with a small desk between them and a small shower room on the right.

It was a little bit bigger than slave quarters for two. It was however better
decorated and there was a window with metal shutters on the out side. Alec
moved aside so U could enter as well. The other slave looked round with an awe
struck expression. “Thank you Master” he said and Q followed suit.

Taking the tub from U's grasp Alec looked at it. “You three need five grams a
day of this, don't forget” Alec commanded in the harshest tone Q had heard him
use.

“Yes Master” both slaves replied and bowed.

“There's nothing you need to do just now. So you can relax. If you need
anything Suite 1” Alec said indicating the old style phone. There was no
numbers only cars and rooms listed.

Chapter End Notes
     I know not the death and destruction some wanted(even me). But
     Merovingian has been facing off against M, Silva and Silva's
     mercenaries. He is not so easily defeated. However in his own very
     warped way Merovingian cares about Q and trusts James and Alec will
     keep him safe. Which was why he pushed James into the demonstration,
     assessing James control over his compulsions.
***** Settling In *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the delay I was making some last minutes changes.
Alec moved back up the train. In the state room, walking along the dining table
that ran along the centre line of the carriage. Then the two desks against the
walls, separating the lounge from the dinning area. He hid the laptops in the
drawers of the desks. Moving out the door heading forward. The only cabin on
the right and the data centre and then the locomotive beyond this carriage.
Alec slid open the door, to James pacing the small amount of floor space.

The bed in the far left corner and stretching along the far wall. A short space
with the window then the desk in the right corner with the shower room door
beside it. For good measure Alec placed his laptop into the wide centre drawer
of the desk. James growling as he did so.

Rounding on James “The person you knew is gone. Even if the conditioning and
training are reversed he will never be the same. He has been through too much”
Alec's speech was interrupted by a fist connecting with his chin.

It wasn't unexpected and Alec knew the man needed to vent. Landing on his arse
Alec looked up “Better?”

“No” James snapped.

“He could be content” Alec said. “The way he responded to me, to you. If you
hit me in the nuts I would not be riding you cock half an hour later”

Alec groaned in appreciation.“Oh, and the way he rids a cock. And that tongue”

“Pervert” James spat sitting on the bed.

Coming to sit beside his lover “Decision, decisions. I doubt a free choice
could be offered. And if we give it to Q we would have to give it to the
others. If they chose freedom how long before M is told we are alive and are
fighting off Double Oh, after Double Oh. How long could we stand” Alec mused.

James lay back against the bed and Alec followed. For a while they looked at
the cream ceiling. “We need to break the conditioning. He is, was far better
than Boris ever could be” James mused.

“Agreed” Alec said.

“Can we still fuck him” Alec said with teasing smile.

“Pervert” James shot.

“Yes we are” Alec said.

Alec slid his hand to grasp James'. The man looked to him, immediately on
alert. Lying side by side. Alec wasn't sure if he could or should tell James.
It was so messed up and he knew James saw M as more than just a commanding
officer. He held real affection for her.  Deciding, for good or ill James
needed to know the length M would go to. “Have you wondered how Q came to be in
Merovingian's custody?”

James nodded. “Three scenarios. One, Q was separated from 002 and Fairbanks
assumed he was killed. Two, 002 knowingly betrayed or left Q behind for the
sake of the mission and lied to M and MI6. Three, 002 knowingly betrayed or
left Q behind and M and MI6 knows everything”

James saw he was wrong. Alec looked worried and was reluctant to speak.

“You are partly right.
    The Syndicate breeds people like dogs or horses. They can trace the
heritage of some pedigree salves back a thousand years. They were approached by
a biological weapons manufacturer, wanting test subjects without the random
genetic diversity that occurs naturally.
    Fearing that China was testing weapons to specifically target particulate
ethnic group. MI6 wanted a full manifest of supplied slaves and their genetic
information.
    Q and Fairbanks got this information and it was stored on Q's phone.
Merovingian caught them and exchanged the phone and Fairbanks' freedom, for Q.
But there was a problem, MI6 couldn't break the encryption on Q's phone so it
was useless.
    There was a plan to get Q out but Merovingian opened a dialogue with MI6.
In exchange for the information MI6 wanted and all future information on
Wayland-Yutani. MI6 had to give up all claim to Q.
    M herself agreed, and supplied a lot of the information used in Q's
conditioning. In an attempt to help break Q, she even went to see him and told
him he had been sold for the greater good. When he tried to call you for help,
M intercepted the message”

Alec left out, James' obituary Q was the thing to finally defeat the spirited
person.

James surged to his feet and paced in quick circles. “No, she wouldn't do that
not to a non-combatant” he denied.

“Okay”

James stopped and glared at Alec in abject fury. “OH-FUCKING-KAY. No YOU don't
'okay' M. YOU call her a cold bitch, You call her an evil queen of numbers, YOU
NEVER OKAY HER”

“She is a cold bitch. An evil queen of numbers” Alec said quoting James' words.
There was no conviction behind them. One of them needed to remain level headed.
Now was the time to let James rant and rave.

--

Q unpacked his bag and told U to rest. He had tried to unpack but the way he
was moving. It showed how much pain he was in. U now lay on his side breathing
slowly. He had removed his clothes so they wouldn't aggravate the dressings.

Q could see the two rectangles on the other slaves torso. One on his chest the
other on the stomach. The top of his thighs also had a dressing on them.

Q was putting shampoo, hair removal cream and a few other items in the tiny
shower room. Coming out he saw red staining the dressings on the back of U's
thighs.

Picking up the medical supplies U had been given. Q instructed him roll over. 
Doing as instructed U turned onto his other side so Q could access the
dressings.

Slowly Q removed the tape from the dressing on U's upper left thigh. He huffed
out a breath, the dressing was sticking to the weeping wound. Looking through
the supplies there was nothing to help lubricate the dressing.

Reluctantly Q picked up the phone and pressed the button Alec had said. A few
rings and James answered with a gruff annoyed “Yes”

“Master. U needs a medic” Q said hesitantly. Wondering if he he was wrong to
disturb his masters, James sounding angry. Q saw the other slave cringe as
well, at causing their Masters inconvenience.

“They're coming” Q informed and U whimpered. Stroking the dark hair of the
other Slave, “I think they care” Q offered.

“I don't want to cause them trouble” came the week response.

The door slid open and Alec came in. Q explained, he tried to change the
dressing. Alec moved Q aside and inspected the slave muttering to himself in
Russian.

James arrived, moving aside from the door to allow the following Bran in. The
medic carried a ruck sack with a wider range of medical equipment. “Boiled
water” he said to James.

Q looked up and Alec told him to go help James. Following James out of the back
of their carriage and into a galley at the start of the next. A cylinder tank
thing on the wall with a jug under it and a spout sticking out of it. James
held a bowl under the spout and turned a tap, steaming water started to fill
it.

James handed him the bowl and their fingers brushed slightly. Giving his master
a hesitant smile, the anger and annoyance seeming to ease from the other man.
“Thank you Master”

Q cringed. The moment the words were out his mouth James' mood darkened.
“Sorry, Master” Q said and the mood darkened further.

“Come on” James said softly and went first.

Bran took the bowl and used the water to soak the dressing's off the back of
the thighs. “They look alright. I think it was the travail” he said inspecting
the damaged skin. After the inspecting the three dressings on U's back. Bran
then looked at the four on the front(stomach, chest, and front of the thighs).
After replacing all the dressings U thanked the medic.

“Good boy” Alec said stroking U's hair.

“Thank You Master” he said over his shoulder.

“Just get healthy” James ordered softly. Still standing in the doorway.

Q brought a bowl of stew to the other slave a while later. “We get the same as
the Masters” Q said excitedly. Sprinkling some of the powder from the tub onto
the food. He then helped U eat.

Q could see the other slave was unsure of the food. They usually only got a
vitamin and mineral enriched porridge. On rare occasion they were given a treat
from their master's hand.

By the end U had gotten used to the rich flavour and drank down the remaining
gravy. “I'm eating with the masters. I'll be back after, to see to you” Q said.

“Thank you, Q” U responded respectfully.

Taking the tub to the galley. Q found Alec loading a tray with the same stew
that he had just given U.

Taking the tub from Q's grasp and in a tone so cold and dangerous Q shuddered.
“No one touches this but him” Alec ordered the cook and the half dozen people
beyond the kitchen and indicated Q.

There was a chorus of yeses from all the assembled people. “I mean it. My anger
will be followed by Onatopp's and James will get whatever is left of you” Alec
added making sure they knew what would happen.

After Q sprinkled a teaspoon over two of the bowls. The cook took the tub and
put it in the only cupboard with a lock. It wasn't too strong and the key was
hung on a hook. It was just a reminder that they were not to touch the powder.

“Cutlery” Alec ordered. Q quickly grabbed the the simple silverware and after
an indication Q precedence Alec. First out of the barracks carriage and into
theirs. Then along the corridor passing his room, another room then Onatopp's.
Finally they entered the state room.

Q and Imp placed the bowls round the table. Then Q sat between Alec and James
while Imp sat on the far side of his Mistress to Boris. It was odd. Q usually
ate in a dedicated slave hall, sometimes he would kneel by his master eating
from his hand. This was only the second time he had sat beside his Master at a
table.

Imp had changed since arriving. He looked like he was in a pair of his
Mistress' leather trousers. They looked so tight and the top button was undone.
Stripes of red skin peaked out from under a short black vest. And he looked on
his mistress with adoring eyes.

After dinner Q was taken to his Master's room. Alec turned the wooden chair at
the desk around and instructed Q to sit. Alec and James sat on the end of the
bed looking at him. Q bowed his head, he hated talks that started like this.
Especially since a master usually did as they pleased.

“We wish to give you the choice but the truth is there is no choice. If we let
you go the wolves will come for all of us. MI6 on one side, the Syndicate on
another and god knows who else as well” James said

“One is pleased to be of service, My Masters” Q said.

Alec and James exchanged glances. “Are you saying you are making a free choice
in the way we want or are you telling us what we would prefer to hear” James
challenged.

The two men watched as Q crumbled holding his head. It was the obvious sign of
his conditioning. “I, I,” Q stuttered out.

“STOP” Alec commanded and Q relaxed gasping.

“I can not tell you now, Master. It's locked away” Q said in desperation.

James was pleased. It meant he may get the snarky person he met at MI6 back.
Stroking a hand over the slave's ear and down his cheek. “You do have a choice
in what we are about to discuss” James said softly and Q nodded, “I understand
Master”

Alec pulled out a magazine sized prospectus. Q recognised it instantly and he
watched it as if it was a dangerous animal. “You know this place” James asked
indicating the prospectus.

“Yes Master. I was trained there”

“Merovingian said they can undo your conditioning” James said.

“I'm scared of the school” Q admitted.

Alec called Q's attention. “Your conditioning. The Ludovico technique was
developed in England during the 60s. It was band when the test case, a violent
criminal was conditioned against violence. He was also accidentally conditioned
against Beethoven's 9th. A victim found out and he was tortured for weeks. The
scandal ended it. There is only one person who knows about it and he is at the
school”

Q understood what his Master was saying. There was nowhere else. If it had been
his previous master Q would give the answer they expected. With the two Masters
in front of him he didn't see the unconcerned cruelty that most had. “Master,
will I have to stay again?”

“We don't know” James responded.

“I want to think Master, to remember. But I don't want to go there alone” Q
beseeched, sending pleading eyes to his Masters.

“We will see what can be done” James said with a soft smile. Moving to kneeling
in front of Q.

As James cupped the side of the slave's face. Q leaning into the touch.
“Master” he breathed. Whatever had upset James earlier he seemed to be getting
over it.

“Am I going to ever get you to stop calling me that” James teased. A knot
formed in Q's stomach. His master didn't sound like he wanted him.

“You can call me what ever you desire” Alec said coming up to Q's other side.
The knot of stress and uncertainty loosened at the comment.

Two rings sounded from the hall and the train lurched into motion. No one
noticed until a few hours later. When Q pulled himself out of bed and stumbled
in the darkness of the rocking carriage. After picking himself up Q apologised
for disturbing the two men. When James asked what he was doing, Q reminded them
of U.

“Take good care of him” Alec ordered.

Q retuned to the room he shared with U. The other slave was bored and chatted
incessantly, asking about their new home and Masters.

Carefully Q helped the other slave stand and took him to the tiny bathroom. Q
crouched in the shower cubical with U standing outside. Q washed down the other
slave without his dressing getting wet.

After U was cleaned. Q shower himself. After cleaning himself Q looked at the
buttplug he was given and the bottle of lube. The plug would do but the lube
wouldn't last long. Nor would the other grooming products. Making a mental note
on finding out the procedures and reminding himself his Masters weren't
accustomed to having slaves. Q started planning his own talk with the men.
Preferably Alec as he had more of an understanding grasp of the situation.

Sliding the plug in reminded Q that he didn't do this for U. Coming out of the
shower room, “Are you plugged?”

“No, Q” the other slave said.

More notes were added to Q's mental list. A slave should be ready at all times
or they could be hurt. Although James and Alec didn't seem the type to continue
if the parter wasn't prepared. The others on the train may not be so
considerate. And Q didn't know his Master's policy over slave use or even if
there was one.

Switching off the light. Q slipped into bed his head spinning with thoughts. “A
note book” he said to himself.

“Pardon” U called.

“Just thinking out loud”

After some time U called out quietly and waited for permission to continue. “Do
you know why I was bought” U asked. Q wanted to give comforting words but knew
the value of a permanently scarred slave was low. Tattoos, modifications and
scars all dropped the resale value. The only hope was for a poorer or minor
household, or for some unique ability to see them through.

In most cases they ended up in what Q's old master called the meat market.
Where the life of the slave was what was being paid for. The Slaves whispered
about it in the halls. Ritualistic or entertainment killings, fatale games,
hunting and even stories about them being used for cheep protein. Q had pushed
his porridge away after hearing that one. The overseer had enjoyed sticking a
tube up Q's nose in front to the other Slaves and pushing the porridge into his
stomach. Then he met the doctor from the night of his first enslavement again.
Then Q knew it wasn't cheep protein, when there was an active market for such a
thing.

“I don't know but I don't think the Masters will harm us unless we become a
danger to them” Q said.

“Danger?” U prompted.

“Threaten their exposure to enemies. Attack them, stuff like that”

“What if I burn something again” U asked, fear in his voice.

“I don't know but I don't think they are as attached to objects as our previous
master. And I don't think Master Alec will allow you to be burned again” Q said

“Q” U called again a while later and again waited for permission to speak from
the senior slave.  “Yes, U”

“W, could..” With a stuttering hesitancy U trailed off.

Q looked through the complete darkness. The shutters automatically closing on
the outside of the window when the night time came. Then remembered a desk
would blocked his view of the other slave, even if he could see. “Ask, I won't
bite your head off”

“Could we, share a bed?”

Q got up. Using  the desk between the beds as a guide. Q slipped in beside the
other Slave. They didn't entwine, slaves usually sleeping in communal beds. The
individual beds in his last Master's house a status symbol. But when a Slave
first started sleeping alone it took them quite a time to get accustomed to no
one beside them.

“Thank you, Q” U said.

“You were a born Slave?” Q asked into the darkness. He didn't make friends, his
other friendships ending badly and often in death. But liked to overhear the
few conversations other slaves hand. Especially when they started talking about
their past, the good, the bad, everything that was now cut off from him.

“Yes, Q” The other slave answered and Q could tell he didn't want to talk about
it.

“Sorry” Q said and settled into a more comfortable position.

Very quietly as if afraid to speak. U started talking. His voice with the
slightly flat tone when a native of continental Europe, usually of north or
eastern Europe spoke English. “I remember a woman. I felt safe with her. She
stroked me, and sang and talked and cuddled me in the dormitory. She fell down
and started shaking. When she stopped she told me not to tell anyone. Then she
fell down again, and again. We were in line for our ration and she fell again
and everyone stood around. Someone dragged her away and I never saw her again.”

Q turned to the other slave and brushed his face. Moving closer he put his arm
under U's head and hugged him close. “Do you know who, what she was to you?”

There was a shake of the head where U's rested it on Q's shoulder. “Did she
call you anything?”

This time there was a nod. “I don't remember it” U said, the tone of his voice
going a little flatter as he held back tears.

“Q” U called again and there was a sniffle and Q felt as he wiped his nose and
eyes. “Yes, U”

“Why aren't you like the others? Even Matagot, before he was responsible for
all of us, tried to get his rivals into trouble. You were always nice, even to
me who was the most likely to replace you”

Q was stumped. He did not remember being nice. All he did was his duty and
avoided conflicts and the manoeuvrings of the ambitious slaves. Only when his
Master told him to do something, or occasionally the Butler. It was usually
Kuku or in the beginning Tiger were his targets. “I'm not quite sure what you
mean”

“You showed me your scheduled and how you organised it. You didn't have to do
that. It allowed me to easily take over your duties. Then when that guest, Mr
Creedy was unhappy with me. And you told me that he may enjoy me in lace
stockings and clothing he could rip off. And when he was really drunk you
helped me get him into bed and cleaned up...”

Q tightened his hug a bit and U fell silent. At the time he had been concerned
for his Master's reputation. “All that mattered was our master. Now all that
matters is our Masters.” Q said

“Yes, Q. Thank you for your kindness.” U replied and gave the words usually
issued to a master at the end of the day. Then slowly relaxed against him.

--

Q woke early to his world moving. Not since his initial enslavement had he been
in constant motion for so long. Getting up he cleaned himself out and returned
the buttplug. Going out of the room headless of his naked state.

Heading back through the train Q entered the barracks car's galley with the
mess hall beyond the door and wide serving hatch above the counter. There was a
catcall from the table beyond the kitchen. Looking through the hatch. Q saw a
shaggy haired lean man with black hair and eyes. And a bigger man with shaggy
but sorter hair in auburn and it was he who whistled.

“Jon, and he's Robb” the leaner black haired one introduced.

“Good morning, Sirs” Q replied.

Looking round the cook was nowhere in sight and Q remembered things were
different.

“Looking for something?” Robb purred and got an obvious kick from his
companion.

“My Masters like coffee in the morning and Master, likes a Financial Times with
Master Alec preferring a Guardian” Q said

Before he could respond again, Robb got another kick and Jon stood. Q bowed his
head and backed away.

“No papers, mugs are over there and whoever is up first puts the coffee on” Jon
said indicating the cupboards and a jug of a drip peculator that attached to
the bottom of the cylinder thing James had taken the hot water from the day
before.

“Thank you Sir” Q said and waited to see if the man wanted something in return.
When nothing happened Q poured two mugs and looked for a tray.

Jon handed him a simple laminated wood one. “Thank you Sir” Q said taking the
tray and noticing Jon was blocking the entrance between the galley and the mess
hall behind.

“Thank you Sir” Q said quietly. Not quite sure what was going on with the man
in front of him.

“Robb's all bluster, he will ogle and comment, may even ask. Theon you have to
watch out for. He's not discriminating and would take, as an open invitation”
Jon stated and indicated Q's naked state.

Q looked down at himself and back to the black eyes of the other man. Until his
master confirmed it he would fall back on his training. “My body is for the use
of those above me” Q responded and he watched the other man's eye twitch.

“Go” Jon ordered indicating the door back to the state rooms.

Q passed Imp who was just as naked and sported an impressive array of welts. “I
was warned about a Theon” Q said in passing. Imp thanked him and disappeared
into the barracks car.

Passing the living area. Q slid open his Master's bedroom door and came face to
face with two guns. “Bugger it Q” James snapped and flopped back down.

“Sorry Master, Master” he said to each man in turn.

“Did you go into the galley like that” James asked covering his eyes with his
arm.

“Yes Master” Q replied and got a groan in answer. James held his hand out and Q
placed the handle of the mug in it.

Handing Alec his mug, “Master when you have a moment could we discuss protocol”
Q asked. He was waved to the chair at the desk. Turning the chair round so he
was facing the bed Q sat. He had hoped to have this as a quiet word with Alec.
But now was the time his master wanted to discuss it so in front of both it
would be. “About necessities, lubricants, hair removal cream, enema
solution...”

James groaned and Alec held up his hand. “Make a list” Alec stated.

“Could I have a note pad and pen please, Master” Q asked.

“I didn't mean this instant” Alec said with a hint of exasperation.

“Sorry Master. I meant as a separate request. Could I have a note pad and pen,
please” Q said hesitantly.

Alec indicated a drawer on the desk. Q pulled out a fresh ring pad and a cheep
ballpoint. “Thank you Master” he said automatically.

“What is your policy on slave use” Q asked and saw Alec tense while James
looked confused.

“Exclusive” Alec answered.

Giving an appropriate response Q moved on “U dose not have a buttplug” he
informed.

“So” James said.

Q's heart sank and he bowed his head. “Is U to be a venting slave” Q asked
hesitantly. It hurt, he thought the two men would extend their treatment of
himself to the other slave.

“No” Alec said thinking he knew what Q was getting at.

“Is he to be furniture” Q asked. Only furniture and venting slaves were not
prepared as no master really cared what happened to them.

“No” Alec responded again.

“I don't understand Master” Q pleaded and a bit scared for the other Slave.

“I don't know what I want from U. But I was sure I didn't want to leave him
there” Alec said and Q was still confused.

“This is becoming complex” James teased his lover.

James looked to Alec then Q. “If U needs companionship, any of the three of us
can give it to him” James said and got a smile from Q, “Most generous Master”

“Attire, we have no other clothing with us. We have no problem with nudity...”

James interrupted Q, “We noticed”

“For us it's almost second nature but as you have already stated you prefer me
conservative. And what about U, is he to be conservative?” Q continued.

“In this carriage, with Onatopp and Imp I think nudity would be acceptable”
Alec said and James shrugged.

“If someone wishes the use of our bodies without your permission how far should
we go to protect your property, Master” Q asked.

“Do you not have self preservation and defence instincts” James snapped.

“No Master” Q responded and cringed as James stormed out of bed and the room,
snatching a dressing gown in the process.

“I'm Sorry Master” Q said to Alec.

“Next time you ask to speak to me. Specificity you mean, you want it to be
alone” Alec asked

“Yes, Master”

“This is confusing and frightening to you” Alec asked and got affirmative
response.

Alec held his arms open and Q crawled into bed laying his head on the other
man's chest. “I do trust you, both of you. It's just confusing” Q said.

“We will find a balance around each other” Alec insisted. Boris interrupted the
moment the only word Q got was 'James' in the frantic Russian.

Alec launched himself out of bed, barrelling back along the train. Entering the
barracks car Alec pulled James off  Robb and dragged his lover back. Jon was
doing the same for Robb.

In the living area Alec released James and for a moment he looked like he would
attack his lover. “Let me guess. Robb asked to have a go” Alec snapped and
indicated Q standing at the doorway leading to their room.

James just growled in answer.

Q ducked his head at having caused a fight between James and one of the
Mercenaries. Everything told him he should shut up but the automatic response
was already tumbling from his lips. “I don't mind Master. My body is for the
use of anyone you see fit to allow to use it”

James rounded on him with such a glare. Q fell to his knees, forehead to the
floor to await his punishment.

Alec thumped the shell shocked James in the arm. James deflated. Looking at the
cowering slave. “I'm afraid to loose you again and don't want strangers
touching you. I think I'm jealous” James said, the anger draining from his
voice and stoking the wild hair as Q slowly lifted his green eyes to him.

“Yes, M, Ma, Mas...” Q was desperate the man in front of him didn't want him to
use that term but it was fighting to get out.

“You can say it” James said.

“Yes, Master”
***** Parting of Ways *****
Despite the heating as the train moved north and east the temperature dropped.
Below the grey fur blanket Q was as nude as Imp and U. He knelt on the floor
beside James. His face resting on his Master's thigh. His thoughts pleasantly
abstract as the thick strong finger massaged his scalp.

U was kneeling up. Alec running hands over him, inspecting the healing patches
or angry pink skin. Imp was at his Mistress' feet without the added comfort of
a blanket. His skin flushed with he recent flogging and taut with the cold.
They had settled into what Q hoped was a comfortable routine over the last few
weeks.

Happy with the progress of he healing burns Alec gently wrapped a fur around U
as well. He then pulled the Slave's head against his thigh and started stroking
his thick dark hair.

Boris burst into the room, in a flap, rattling off in Russian. He, James, Alec
and Onatopp engaged in a conversation then suddenly Boris gestured to Q,
“Paddington Bear” he said.

Q winced with the conditioned response. The name was the most famous handle he
had developed and had been conditioned against it.

Boris was fairly frantic and Q recognised some of the targets he mentioned. It
didn't take a big leap in logic. The other hacker had researched who he had
been.

Alec snapped something sharp and commanding. Boris shut up with an audible
snap. Then disappeared back towards the Information Centre. He returned,
bringing a pen drive and gave it to Alec.

Boris sat beside Onatopp and continued to send glances to Q. Practised at
observing people without being noticed Q looked at the man. Q couldn't shake
the feeling of concern. He had seen that look on many faces of slaves. Boris
thought Q was out to replace him. Clinging to James' leg Q pulled himself as
close as possible. The hand in his hair becoming a bit more forceful and
reassuring in response. Alec was the easier to deal with while Q felt safer
with James.

Coming out of the shower at the end of the day. Alec patted the Slave's arse.
“Bed” Alec commanded and indicated the door.

“Yes, Master” Q acknowledged with a bit of disappointment. Since coming here,
he had only been able to sleep with his masters a few time. The rest of the
time he had been seeing to U and sleeping in their room. With U improving he
had been hoping that would change and he could spend more time in his masters'
bed.

After Q had left. Alec moved to the desk and pulled out his laptop. James lay
back and watched Alec boot up the computer. Plugging in the pen drive Alec
looked over the information Boris had pulled from Merovingian and the School's
systems.

James watched his lover as the upright posture slumped. Then an elbow was
placed on the desk and Alec rested his head on his hand. A sigh from the
reading man. A hand scrubbing his face as Alec twitched. A sudden then abandon
move to do something, rise, charge off, punch something and Alec forced himself
to stay and be still.

They had decided Alec would be better at not reacting to Q's slave education.
James was growing more concerned by the moment. His lover was not doing well
and he was sure he would fair worse.

James swung his legs to the side. Before he could stand Alec slammed the lid
and looked to him. Alec climbed into bed from the bottom and lay down. “That
bad” James asked.

“Yep”

Alec pulled himself out of bed early in the morning, unable to sleep. Nothing
Merovingian had said prepared him for the raw facts of that place. He pulled on
a dressing gown and moved along the carriage. He came to the last door and
could hear a whispered conversation. Tapping the door Alec slid it open.

The two slaved ducked their heads. “Master” both greeted with a hint of fear.

“it's alright” Alec said automatically. Both were in the same small bed, that
Alec thought of as U's. It was the one furthest from the window. Sitting on Q's
empty bed. “I will accompany you to the Aurora School. I will not leave your
side” Alec said

“Thank you Master” Q responded.

Alec looked to the slave who was making progress with each passing day. “You
will have the joy of keeping James company”

“It would be my pleasure, Master” U responded.

--

Alec spoke with the woman who ran the Aurora School. Abrupt and ingratiating.
Alec hated her to start with and the conversation didn't improve his opinion of
her.

“I am not leaving him in your care” Alec growled. He listened to Cain as she
tried to explain the established procedure for the education of Slaves.

“I am not negotiating. You will do as I command or Dr Cuza will vanish” Alec
threatened. With the threat to kidnap the man responsible, she reluctantly
agreed.

“I will see you in two weeks” Alec spat and hung up.

Looking up at the ceiling Alec growled out his frustration. Tossing the phone
on the bed Alec slid open the door. Heading out Alec entered the living area
and flopped down on the small settee. U moved from James' knee to his.

Automatically Alec started stoking the thick dark hair.

--

James had been wise enough to embrace his ignorance in regards to Q. He trusted
Alec to tell him anything relevant and keep back the things that would just set
him off. He watched as his lover packed.

Pulling out his favourite gun Alec looked at the large revolver with an unholy
glee. The stainless steel gun a Cougar Magnum nearly 40” long was not of James
style. He preferred short and more agile while Alec went for sheer force. And
in the case of the school he wanted to make a visual statement.

“Remember you need to walk, play with and feed U every day” Alec teased. It
didn't fool James he had not seen his lover like this since he was a Double Oh.
Thoughts of offering back up James knew would be refused.

James went to Q's room. While Q was dressed in the a pair of trousers and
shirt. They had managed to pick up some supplies, including a wider wardrobe
for the Slaves. U was as nude as ever.

Staring blankly at the floor Q then turned his hollow gaze to James. U looked
on in concern at his friend. “Master” Q greeted.

“Alec's almost ready” James informed. Q stood with his head bowed and followed
James along the train. Grasping the loop of James' belt. Q closed his eyes just
before they entered the carriage that made up the Information Centre.

Feeling James' level drop and progress slow. Q felt for the step down. Opening
his eyes, the air a little warmer than it had been over the past few days. They
were further south and the weather was a little better. Still chilly with a
bright sun. Q let his eyes adjust before moving to Alec by a Land Rover.

A hand grasped his and with a yank Q was pulled against James chest. Pressing
his lips to Q's James pulled back. “See you soon” James swore. Adamant that he
would see Q again.

James watched the Land Rover with the two people he cared about the most
disappear from view. He waited until he was sure there was no possibility of
seeing the black car again. Boarding the train it wasn't long before they were
on the move again.

James was going over documents at one of the desks in the living area. With Q
gone there was no need to conceal his laptop and it now sat open and cast a
glow onto his face. His mind kept slipping back to Q and Alec.

A glass was gently placed on an empty space. It was a clear drink in a cocktail
glass. A thin peel of lemon and lime were curled inside it. Looking to the
slave, the only covering the dressings over his burn marks. “Thank you” James
said. Truly thankful for the company and the distraction. Onatopp in her room
with Imp and Boris in the Information Centre.

“You're welcome Master” U said and withdrew to kneel out of the way. As James
continued to prepare for tomorrow he cast a glance to the slave.

Shivering slightly, goose pimples had sprung up on the slave. “Get your blanket
when you're cold” James instructed.

“Yes master” U responded and stood. He returned a few moments later with the
fur around him.

“Come here” James said. With the slave beside him James started stroking his
hair as he worked. Benjin the cook for the day arrived interrupting James. He
placed the tray down and indicated the two plates for the slaves before heading
back to the barracks car.

“Onatopp” James said to the slave. While he headed to get Boris. Sitting down
to the meal. James noticed Onatopp had taken to being a mistress like a duck to
water. Without Boris dictating terms she had focused her attention of the
slave.

Imp had a constant red glow to his skin, the cock was now encased in a cage and
the basic leather collar had been replaced with a chrome metal ring. She had
also shaved the sides of his head and had ordered him to gel the central part
straight up. The wide Mohawk added 2” on to his hight.

In contrast Q and U had been left to attend to their own style. U was letting
his hair grow out. It was now thick and shaggy, almost to his shoulders. He was
meticulous with it and James liked to run his fingers through the fine soft
strands. Q's hair was not quite as soft or as long but James loved to play with
it just the same.

After the meal James returned to his work. U brought him a whisky and then
knelt beside him. Closing the laptop James organised his papers and headed to
his room. Only as he slid the door open did he notice the Slave following him.
He was used to Q following him and had even come to like it. To have someone
else doing it felt odd.

Looking to the slave James didn't think the trembling was to do with the chill
in the air. This would be the first time alone with a Master since his
punishment. U started by lifting James sweatshirt over his head and placing a
kiss on the exposed chest.

“You don't have to.” James offered and got a look of fearful rejection in
return.

“Yes master” the slave replied and moved to the door.

“Come here” James commanded and the fear grew in the Slaves eyes. “Go get your
dressings and came back”

The slave all but ran from the room and James shook his head. Alec's subtle
warnings on how easily frightened the slave could get. If he didn’t act in a
consistent and expected way.

Stripping James moved to the small attached bathroom. Opening the cubical James
started the water thankful for the decent facilities Alec had installed.

Adjusting the temperature James heard the slave return. Calling him in James
pealed off the day's dressings and inspected the recovering flesh. “Good” James
mused.

“Thank you master” U replied automatically.

“Come on” James instructed pulling the slave into the shower. Affectionately
James guided the mass of sodden hair off the Slave's face. Getting a hesitant
smile as the grey/blue eyes were again revealed.

James was careful as he washed the slave down. He used nothing that could
irritate the healing patches of skin.

U started to return the gesture and James noticed the Salve take extra notice
of his scars. The webbing of scars from the unknown assailant in Turkey and the
nasty pit mark where the MI6 rookie had got him. Every scar James knew of, even
the ones he couldn't see he felt as they were caresses in the guise of being
washed.

After the shower James guided U to lie on the bed. Recline on his side U was
dried and James then carefully placed new dressings over the burn marks. “Thank
you Master” U said. Genuinely relaxing and calming after the shower.

James then flicked off the light and climbed in behind the Slave. The thick
hair was almost dry as James ran his fingers through it. Bringing his hand
down, James felt U press into his hand. Moving onto his neck James continued to
explore as U opening up to him.

Careful of the damaged areas James ran he fingers over the Slave he couldn't
see. Felling the silent sigh as U arched into his touch. “Thank you Master” U
said his voice low and breathy.

Spurred on James moved his hand lower and felt the stiff cock standing proud.
Running the back of his hand along the shaft James felt the tight pouch
containing the salve's testicles. Letting out a moan U parted his legs and
rolled onto his back.

So used to Q and his always ready, slicked and filled hole. James was initially
stumped by the dry, tight pucker.

U let out a concerned whimper before falling quiet and opening his legs
further. “Nothing to vigorous” James assured.

“My Master's pleasure is all that matters” U responded with fear in his voice.

Pulling U close James kissed his forehead suddenly loosing all notion. His
erection wilting where it had been pressed against the slave. “I'm sorry
Master” U said

“I'm not going to injure you just because of my impatience” James said into the
mop of hair.

“Thank you Master” U replied. James could hear the expected response that was
not believed.

James continued to stroke the Slave's back feeling the tension in him.

Feeling a hand brush down the centre of his torso and hesitate just above the
thatch of pubic hair. When James didn't respond U pulled his hand back and
James felt the tension rise in the slave. He was starting to breath a little
faster and more erratically.

“Come on” James encouraged and guided U to straddle his face backwards. As
James took U's cock into his mouth the Slave returned the favour and suckled
his Master in almost frantic desperation.

Placing his hands on the slaves buttocks James encouraged a rolling of his
hips. With the Slave giving shallow thrusts James bobbed his head up to meet
them and swirling his tongue round the salty, musty head as it withdrew.

With his cock nestled in the back of the slave's throat it felt wonderful as he
moaned. James tried to thrust up but he was as deep as he could go and ended up
upsetting U's balance. Picking himself up U returned to his work as he was in
turn pleasured by his Master.

U quickly got to the point where his orgasm was being held at bay by will
alone. Feeling the mouth pull from his cock and the cold air hit it U groaned
around the cock in his mouth.

“You may cum” James ordered.

Another moan around his master's cock as U's was enveloped again. A couple of
quick short thrusts and U swallowed the liquid being shot so far back in his
throat he couldn't taste it. When his master started sucking and bobbing his
head again U relaxed letting his own orgasm hit.

When U started to get up to go get a cloth he was pulled back into the bed and
into his Master's arms. “Sleep” James commanded.

“Yes Master” U replied and to James it sounded far more relaxed. Having been
able to finally please his master.

Waking up first. James climbed out of bed without disturbing the slave. Pulling
on a dressing gown James headed to Onatopp's compartment and tapping the door.
Imp appeared, nude, hair flat, glazed expression and a dopey smile in place.

“What dose he want” Came the low sultry tones of the woman inside, in Russian.
As Imp stood back allowing James over the threshold.

“I would like to borrow something to keep U prepared” James asked stiffly.

The Woman's dark hair was fanned out about her. One of the slim cigars between
two fingers and completely unconcerned about her own nudity. Giving a purr as
she raked her eyes over James. “I don't quite understand”

Knowing that she wanted him to be vulgar. “I am looking for a buttplug for my
Slave” James said without embarrassment.

“Show him, let him choose” Onatopp said to her slave. “Why don't you take a
crop as well?”

Imp pulled out a drawer and stood back for James to look over the contents.
Looking over the toys. Picking a black buttplug about 5” long. James thanked
Onatopp, not bothering with the offered crop and headed back to his room.

Opening the door U was knelling in front of the bed and trembled in fear. James
could see a tear falling down his cheek. He was terrified, just like last night
when James did something contrary to his training or experience. Like the night
before and loosing interest or getting up without him this morning.

Shaking his head James knelt down in front of the distressed slave. Gently
wiping the tear away, “You've done nothing wrong”

Holding out the sex toy. “For next time, you can be prepared” James said
softly.

“Thank you Master” U said relieved and taking the gift. Giving his master a
wondrous and hopeful smile.

James could already feel the young man starting to take up residence in that
place. Where Q and Alec were. A damaged soul James wanted to reach out to and
like in Q's case protect. Giving the chin a caress, James returned the smile.
Standing James indicated the closet. “Casual Combat gear” James ordered.

Nodding U went to get the day's clothes while his master went to shower.

Coming out James let U dress him with the same formality as he had come to
expect from a valet slave. Every area of his body, just before it was covered
was honoured by a brief kiss.

Giving U a caress to his cheek. “Good. Go see to yourself” James ordered.

Alec's warning and advice, rung in James' ears. He told him how scary the
changes had been to Q and U and how they all had to adapt. He was trying to act
in a consistent manor for the slaves. He just hoped Q would return to something
closer to normal.

From dropping Alec and Q off. The train had travelled through the day and night
and had arrived in St Petersburg. This was one of the main bases of operations
for Janus. It was an old Soviet Depot that had been sold off.

It was run by an agent of Alec's. He had been a General in the USSR until its
breakup. Then he had taken to corruption in a big way. He still wore the
uniform of a General and liked to be addressed as such.

James, Onatopp and Boris stepped off the train to find General Arkady
Grigorovich Ourumov standing amongst his toy soldiers in Russian uniform. There
was not a single real soldier amongst them. Ourumov was a pale thin man. An
unhealthy red nose and cheeks helped confirm he was overly fond of his Vodka.

Throughout the day more carriages were added to the train. Unlike the first
four they were just cargo. They were going to deliver the weapons to specific
locations throughout Europe for the Syndicate to retrieve.

James looked as the last cargo truck was closed. Wondering who got the better
deal. Himself having to traipse the stuff around continental Europe or Alec at
that school. Then James wandered about that school, that he knew so little
about and what went on there. And what would return, the docile and attentive
Slave, the snarky boffin from Q Branch or more likely and slightly frightening
prospect of someone completely different again.

With the Train loaded, fuelled and resupplied. James was about to make his
departure from the General. The small man James disliked but he had long ago
learned to mask his feelings towards. All through the day James could see
something weighing on the tinpot dictator. He had thought the General had
decided to keep quiet about whatever it was but luck was not on James' side.

“I have been contacted” Ourumov said coming up beside him. James tensed, this
is how the conversation about the Syndicate started. After all the bad things
he and Alec had done, what was selling to a slaver, now he was a slave owner.
James wanted to smash the small wrinkly bald head to the concrete.

“Who” James asked casually.

“Her name is Severine. She acts on behalf of a Mr Silva” Ourumov said and James
could see he had been bought off, to bring this up.

“What do they want” James asked, his tone descending into to something cold and
dangerous.

When Ourumov continued he was clearly scared. “They said I was to address the
request to James Bond and Alec Trevelyan”

Considering that Ourumov had only ever been told their name was Janus. The use
of their real names meant it was time to end the affiliation with the General.
James could tell the man couldn't see beyond the money he had been given to
convey the message.

“Assume you are speaking to one of them”James instructed.

“Ms Severine wishes you to meet at your convince and gave me this” Ourumov said
and handed over a USB stick. Taking the memory stick James placed it in his
pocket.

James marched towards the train calling Onatopp to his side as he approached.
In the train James gave the stick to Boris in the Information Centre before
leading Onatopp through to the barracks car.

The six men and two women were sitting around a table when James and Onatopp
entered.

“Ourumov has come into just enough information to be dangerous” James informed
and there were correct guesses that his and Alec's identity was the
information.

All knew that if it became known Alec and James were alive. MI6 would most
likely take real notice of the operation and send someone to interferer. And
none believed the tinpot General smart enough to keep his mouth shut if someone
waved enough money in front of him.

They all agreed with James' decision that Ourumov's time was over. Robb spoke
up. “What about the men?”

“I'm asking Dmitri Mishkin to take over. I think he would prefer a clean slate”
James informed.

Leaving Onatopp to come up with a plan. James came into the living area. Imp
and U were listening intently at the far door. Both snapped to attention at
hearing James enter.

Imp looked sheepish with U looking more frightened. “What's going on” James
asked.

It was U who answered first. “We heard angry shouting and banging, Master”

Heading forward, past his room into the the next carriage. James slid open the
door onto the Information centre, to destruction. Boris was sitting in the
middle of the destroyed equipment a big wrench in his hand. Looked up to James.
“We were hacked”

James growled. He wanted to hit the inept geek but he didn't want to upset U
further. In the end he Shouted at idiot to get out. Boris ran passed the two
slaves and into Onatopp's room to hide from the enraged assassin.

James looked round the mess. Calling the slaves in James instructed them to
tidy up. “Be careful I'm not sure if any of this is plugged in. If in doubt
don't touch it” James ordered.

Pulling out his phone James returned to the living room. Dmitri Mishkin was a
business man and of everyone James associated with, he was James preferred. As
the Russian answered James explained the situation. There was no love loss
between Ourumov and Mishkin. He jumped at the chance to push Ourumov out.

Back in the barracks car James added an SMG to complement his Walther. He
attached a suppressor to both. With the exception of Sansa who was Honeypot
assassin. Under the cover of darkness the black clad group slipped off the
train as it pulled away. Silently James moved about the Depot. Passing between
the warehouses. Coming to the squat two story administration building.

At times like this. James loved the fact Ourumov was not a real General.
Passing a mercenary in a Russian army uniform doing a token circuit of a
patrol. Silently slipping up to him from the rear. James wrapped his arm round
the guard's neck and with a powerful yank and twist. The neck broke.

Letting the body drop. James climbed a drain pipe to an open window. Slipping
into the public toilet. James had to deal with another Merc coming out a
cubicle. James wasn't as quiet as he would have liked. It ended in a fight.
Smashing the guy's head against a sink then crushing his throat James stood.
Wiping the blood from the gash he had received to the cheek he moved out.

Moving along the corridors James found the office of his and Alec's St
Petersburg agent. Pushing the door open James found Ourumov slumped over his
desk. An empty Vodka bottle in his grasp and snoring lightly.

As James crushed down on his windpipe there wasn't even what he could call
token resistance. With the primary target dead. James grasped his radio and
pressed the talk button three times in a coded signal. James was to break the
radio silence indicating the death of Ourumov and one pip for each person he
killed.

Coming out of the office. A quiet burst of static in his earwig, indicating
someone had brought down another merc. With James' three and now one more that
left twenty two.

Coming down stairs James found four guards in a break room. Each received a
bullet and James pressed his radio four times.

James tracked the signals until there was only one left. “Bugger her” James
complained. Lifting the radio to his mouth. “Onatopp get it over with” James
growled. The only one who liked to play with her kills.

Getting an erotic moan, “It is done”Onatopp answered a few moments later. James
shuddered. A moment of sympathy for the man who spent his last moments with the
Sadist.

Getting back on the train which had stopped just outside the depot. James slid
his bedroom door open, U kneeling beside the bed waiting.

He immediately got up and stilled seeing the blood covering his master. Seeing
U force himself to approach. “Whisky” James ordered.

“Yes Master” U replied and went to get the drink.

James stripped quickly and entered the shower. The hot water wonderful against
his skin. A noise and hands started sweeping over him. He didn't wand Q or U to
be involved with this, but not being alone helped.

Stepping out James saw more than just his requested whisky. U had also brought
a Medi kit. Sitting in the chair, the Slave worked diligently to care for the
cuts and scrapes James had acquired.

“Can you give a massage” James asked. “Yes Master”

Moving to the bed James lay down after indicating the oil. After a while James
was about to tell U to stop. He was giving sweeping, provocative caresses. The
Slave was no where near as good as Q. Q always knowing and anticipating. Just
as he was about to give up on the idea of a propped massage.

The hands hesitated then James felt hard firm pressure from the thin fingers,
kneading and rubbing the muscles. James let out a groan of contentment as the
aching muscles were eased. He also felt the loss of tension from the slave.

“Better, much better” James moaned out the praise as thin fingers worked around
his thigh muscles. “Thank you Master. I want to do better”

Felling the Slave's fingers starting to loose their force James rolled onto his
side. “Good” James praised with a relaxed contentment. Pulling U to lie against
him James kneaded the fingers he was sure would be hurting the Salve.

“Thank you Master” U said laying his head on James' chest.

Tipping the Salve's face up. James pressed his lips to U's. Moving on, careful
of the injuries. When James reached down. There was a wide base of a buttplug
protruding from the slave. Slowly James pulled it out. Letting his mind and
body dismiss the violence and death. Only concentrating on driving the
responsive slave to ecstasy.
***** Breaking the conditioning *****
Chapter Notes
     Q returns to the school. Some implied darker elements again and a
     little revenge.
Budapest had disappeared from view a few hours ago. The countryside was
beginning to dominate the view. Q was subdued as Alec drove on. “I will not
leave you alone” Alec reassured again.

“Yes Master, thank you”

Along a deteriorating country road a high chicken wire fence started to run
along it, with coiled razor wire along the top. Coming to a gatehouse Alec
pulled off. After being checked over he was waved through. The road beyond the
gate, was of a higher and well maintained standard.

It was several miles before they even saw the grounds of their destination.
Alec watched as Q's head drop and his eyes close. The classical white building
with marble dome looming at the end of the long drive.

“We're here” Alec said. To soon for Q's comfort. Opening his eyes Q opened the
door and saw the place that filled his nightmares to this day. Moving to the
back Q pulled out his master's bags and felt a hand being placed on the small
of his back.

Looking to the soft blue eyes. “Thank you master” Q said and was guided in.

Entering the foyer Q saw the public toilet where slaves were desensitised to
watersports. Having spent hours there as a human urinal.

A footman guided them up the grand staircase and along a corridor to the
Headmistress' office. Q hated the woman. Flinching and the nausea betraying his
violet thoughts towards the cruel Madam. The moment he laid eyes on her.

Deliberately stepping between them. Alec greeted the woman. “Ms Cain” he said
in acknowledgement offering no other civility. He knew what had happened in Q's
time here and even the terrorist/arms dealer/assassin/gangster baulked at her
conduct.

“We do not permit pupils to be clothed” stated the elegant, professional, grey
haired woman.

“I do not care what you permit. You will do as you are told” Alec ordered. He
placed his hands on his hips, catching his leather jacket so it would open.
Showing the large holster under his left arm and the gun it contained.

She was clearly uncomfortable being challenged. She was also angry that she
couldn't respond. “I'll have you shown to your room” Cain said an almost
imperceivable waver to her deep voice.

Giving his consent. Cain was allowed to lift the phone to call for a footman.

Alec and Q were shown into an opulent room in classic French style decoration.
A large four poster bed filled up most of the space with a desk and wardrobe in
the room. A small private bathroom as well.

Going to the window Alec called Q over. Outside there were two pillars on a
small hillock. At the base of the small hill a few nude people attached by
their collars to a bar. “They're awaiting punishment” Q informed.

That evening Alec joined the teaching staff for dinner. Alec sat Q beside him
displacing a withered old bat in a beehive wig trying to introduce herself.
Alec noticed Q was very afraid of her.

Q kept his head down as he picked at his food. He could feel the eyes of the
staff and slaves on him. He would have much preferred to be on his knees beside
his master like the few other personal slaves about the room. However this is
where his Master wanted him so this is where he would be.

Hearing a chair scraping back, across the table Q heard his Master greet the
new arrival. The hostility on Alec's voice was clear as he spoke. Then Q heard
the response. He flicked his eyes up to the dark haired woman who had taught
him to pleasure men. Although he didn't need much teaching Q had always liked a
flesh and blood cock inside him, not a piece of plastic or anything else.

She had been one of the better Instructors here. Along with a small Japanese
bondage instructor who Q had not seen since returning. All the other
instructors he had had were in the the room. The fat Languages instructor was
sending him creepy looks as was another man Q wanted to think about even less.

Q learned her name as she introduced herself to Alec. “How is Q doing. He was
my best student” Julia said. She was a bit put off by Alec's attitude.

“Ma'am, If I may” Q said when there was a break. The instructor was attempting
to ask after him and Alec was being defensive. Getting permission, “What
happened to Mr Miyag” Q asked not having seen him or his wife about.

“Retired. You were his last student. He gave a warning that everyone else
should go before you returned” Julia said. With a little amusement at the
warning.

Alec asked after the instructor and Q told him about the bondage classes which
he enjoyed. Q could see Alec didn't like him describing something in this place
as enjoyable. “Sorry Master” Q said bowing his head again.

Alec reassured the Slave he had done nothing wrong. He then turned his
attention to the woman opposite. When he started speaking again Alec was less
hostile. Having taken Q's intervention as a guide.

Q learned from listening to the conversation. The older, retired Gigolo slave,
who had been his study aid was still here. None had been able to get him to
respond the way Q had and it sent a thrill through him.

The Partner as Q had dubbed him, as they had never shard more than half a dozen
words. Although they had spent countless hours learning each other's bodies. He
was now one of the hardest teaching aids to be put against and produced the
best lovers. Julia glossed over her moment of disgrace. And the aftermath.

As Q had gained a reputation. Julia and the Partner were now highly prized
assets of the school.

The night ended and Q climbed into bed with his Master. Alec was not in the
mood for sex and Q was not willing to encourage him. Tomorrow he was dreading
and the night was stressful.

--

Waking up early Q checked the clock. It was far to early to rouse his Master or
even go through his own routine. He lay in bed and thought. He would be going
to the theatre where conditioning was done. Q wondered if the disembodied
Shakespearian voice was still there or if he had been replaced. He sounded old
at the time.

Q also knew his master had something else planed. He was to have a capsule
removed. He had not asked his Masters as it was their prerogative to do as they
wished but he was curious. Memories of getting the tags put in came back to Q.
One at the back of his neck, ear and foot. Q did not think these were the
capsule his master had talked about.

Then he remembered. When he was a student looking for was to escape. A scar on
the side of all the slave's necks. Tiny less than a centimetre long most. You
couldn't even see it on most people. The Newly enslaved though, it was red and
fresh. Also on the skin of the black instructor the tiny scar stood stark
against his skin. By the time Q had access to a mirror again he no longer cared
about escape and had forgotten. Only living in the now.

“I can hear you thinking” Alec mumbled. Apologising to his master Q cuddled up
to him and said there were hours yet before he had to get up.

The nurse's office was the first place they went. The woman was a nasty and as
un-compassionate as Q remembered. Made to sit in a chair and remove his shirt.
A tray was placed on the bed beside him as the nurse stood behind him, along
with his master.  

She looked for the cuffs and collar the school used and only found the basic
leather one around Q's neck. Seeing she couldn't secure him down the nurse was
about to argue when her eyes landed on Alec.

She was not pleased at being observed. She was not pleased about being unable
to secure her victim either. She was scared.

“If he moves I could damage something” The nurse said to Alec.

“Q will not move” Alec assured without confirming with Q, just as a master
would do. A slave's opinion is irrelevant to them.

When Alec reminded her about anaesthetic the nurse looked confused. She did not
see the point. A Slave was meant to accept. Their comfort was irrelevant.

She relented under Alec's glare and Q felt a swipe of cold liquid to the
juncture where his neck and shoulder met. Then a slight sting as a needle went
in. Soon a small metal capsule was placed on the tray beside him.

Alec picked it up and examined it headless of the blood covering it. He had
watched the entire procedure. “Complete fast for twenty four hours. No food or
drink” Alec ordered. “Yes, Master”

The nurse didn't look happy as she insisted there was no trickery. The failsafe
capsule was gone and there was no chance of Q falling into a coma. Alec didn't
believe her and wanted to test the theory himself.

With Q having to fast. He could not do the conditioning and he and his Master
spent the day in their room. Neither willing to explore the nightmarish hell
hole. Free of James' volatile presence Alec was able to ask about Q's time at
the school.

Q stared by telling his master about the lessons with the small Japanese man.
Where in Bondage he could let his mind float where it chose. How he liked to be
suspended and it felt like he was flying. And how the small Japanese man seemed
scared of him at times.

Then Q went onto the lessons with Julia. How his Partner had been nice.
Reluctantly how one of the Virgin girls lost her virginity under the Julia's
watch. How Q and two other Boys had distracted some of those sent to gang rape
the girl.

How the school reacted to the defiance and the girl had been murdered to prove
a point. Then he had bribed the guard and how he watched the guard been torn to
strips under a whip. “Cain asked my Master if I could be Lobotomised” Q said,
remembering the cold morning when he watched the guard die.

Then came the less savoury classes. Q glossed over Scatt and barley mentioned
the Language class where the fat instructor like to pretend to be nice as he
felt up his students. Then demanded more. Q hated the duplicity of the man. He
wanted to be though of as good, to his students. Not realising his students
were all well trained slaves by that point and gave him what he wanted. None of
them like the man.

The Whipping class held mixed memories for Q. But it was meant to. Now he
couldn't help being in abject fear of a whip, crop, paddle or anything that
could be used to hit him. While simultaneously being rock hard and ready to cum
at the prospect

Alec interrupted Q's musings good and bad. Most he had read from Boris'
research. He wanted to know the things like the guard, which had not been
recorded. He also asked about the Partner.

Twenty four hours and Alec was keeping an eye on Q. He wanted to make sure the
capsule was not going to poison Q in the absence of the inhibitor. He also
didn't trust these people. If Q was going to have a reaction he wanted him to
have it here. Where Alec had the inhibitor and a big gun to exact his
retribution.

A distant crack and scream interrupted the moment.

-

Cain stood in front of the whipping post. Two poles a few meters apart. Whoever
was to be punished was strung between them. A footman to the side read out
charges. The whip bearer started at the slave's back. Half the punishment would
be given to the back of the body with the other half applied to the front.

The first up was a Sixteen year old girl. She was from Romania. Her father had
sold her to settle his debts with a local crime lord. After the crime lord,
then his men had their fun she was sold on. The School had bought her as part
of a job lot.

She was too plain to be an elite and too well used for a personal slave. If She
had gone somewhere else she could have been trained as a servant. Unfortunately
she just wasn't good enough to be a graduate of this school. She would be used
to set an example to the other Slaves, particularity the six who had been free
people a few months ago. To remind, enforce and hammer home they were property,
with no say in what would happen to them.

Cain listened to the report on her conduct. Failing to adequately execute an
order. Was the excuse to get her to the post today. “Twenty lashes” Cain judged
for her crime.

After the punishment her lashed body was returned to the high hitching rail.
Her hands were attached to the rail and she hung down as she recovered.

The next was another girl. Twelve years old and a born slave. Her master
knowing the value of a virgin kept her as such. The school and Master would
split her resale value, minus the school fees. She wore a white band round her
upper arm to indicate her virginal status.

If she became good enough they could make a few million out of her. She needed
to accept pain and people touching her. Today it would be pain.

Her excuse for coming to the whipping post. Failing to obey an order, failing
to properly execute an order. “Forty Lashes” Cain declared. The first five
lashes had her screaming at the top of her lungs.

A banging echoing crack sounded, nothing like the sound of the whip. Cain
looked towards the house and source of the noise. The whip bearer started
screaming and holding his hand.

A voice floated on the air, angry and annoyed. Instantly recognisable to Cain
as the new master of her most problematic student. “SHUT THE FUCK UP”

When Cain came to look at the whip bearer most of his hand was missing. She
looked to the house and couldn't even make out the man standing at the third
story window. Or even if he was still there.

Cain cursed that salve again. The school had been thrown into turmoil on his
fist visit and now this Master looked to be just as bad as the Slave himself.

Alec was called into Cain's office after he shot the man with a whip. As Cain
complained Alec casually spoke. “I am perfect shot. It could have easily been
his head or the stroppy cow barking the orders”

Cain was not brave enough to argue. The man in front of her reeked of danger.
He held nothing for her and wouldn't think twice about killing her. Cain was
familiar with the mentality. She herself  had put down many a worthless slave
without thought. And he would do the same to her.

Alec wanted to make sure Cain knew the repercussions. “My lover is no where
near as precise. He will burn the world if he has to”

Alec left out James would not come for him. However for what M had done to a
non-combatant, friend and infatuation. Q had a knight in shining armour, all
ready and waiting.

Cain took the warning for what it was. If anything happened to the two men
here, there would be others coming to look for them. “Well, Mr Janus. To ensure
you are not disturbed. We can move you to the front of the house”

“I like the views, why would I want to move” Alec said, innocently. Seeing
straight through Madam Cain. With a victorious smile Alec headed back to his
room.

Cain was furious she was in no doubt what would happen if she disturbed Janus
again. And he was making himself a major nuisance. Her only hope now, for the
salvation of the class. Was to get Janus and his slave out of her school. As
quickly as possible.

--

Q was obviously thirsty and was becoming lethargic as the 24 hour mark came.
Alec also noticed him rubbing his temples. Alec left it over the twenty four
hour mark to make sure. Merovingian had told him it was a miracle Q had
survived after his Wife's assault. After two days without the inhibitor he
should have reached the point of no return.

Calling for a meal. Q wanted to gulp down the water once his Master allowed him
to drink again. He was made to take sips. The meal in their room was simple, as
well.

Waking up the next morning Q felt far better. Looking over to his master he saw
the man lying partially on his side and stomach, facing away. With his usual
target for waking his master concealed. A devilish thought occurred to the
slave. Sliding beneath the cover Q found the round of the muscled arse. Prying
the cheeks apart Q found the tight ring of muscle and attacked. Lavishing the
delicate flesh and delving inside.

A groan sounded and Q felt the hips of his master arching up and his legs
spreading slightly. With easier access Q drew his tongue from the saliva
covered hole down over the perineum to lavish the exposed testicles.

Alec rolled over and Q was presented with his preferred treat. Grasping the
cock at the base Q started licking it, from base to tip. Swirling the head,
gathering the salty precum. It was selfish but Q teased his Master mercilessly.
If Alec had been another Master he would not have been pleased but Alec was not
a typical Master.

“Enough” Alec begged. His voice horse. Q noticed at no time did a hand come to
force him to go faster. His master was letting him torment him like no other
master before.

Relenting Q engulfed the cock to its root. The head, giving the welcoming
discomfort as it entered his throat. Only now he had stop teasing did Q feel a
hand fist his hair causing an unpleasant tension on his scalp, he had never
cared for hair pulling. As always he would submit to his Master's desire.

Feeling Q still all movement Alec trusted until his cum shot down Q's eager
throat. Relaxing his grip Alec then started stroking the thick hair.

As much as Q did not like hair pulling, he did like having it stroked. He held
the cock in his mouth gently suckling the sensitive organ while his hair was
stroked. When his master relaxed his hold Q was able to pull off the flaccid
cock. Wiping the saliva and other fluids from his mouth Q emerged from beneath
the covers.

Q blushed. No mater how often a man looked at him with hunger in his eyes he
still blushed. Even after all that he had done and had been done to him. “Thank
you Master” Q said.

“I'm meant to be the one thanking you” Alec responded.

The rest of the morning progressed as usual. Along with the rest of the staff
in the dining room for breakfast. They were joined by Julia again. “Some are
considering asking if you would be open to sharing your slave” Julia said
indicating a small group of people at a table across the room.

“Make it know. I am jealous and possessive. If I meet anyone who has fucked my
slave they will pay for it.” Alec said. Julia nodded, a little fear in her eye
but didn't look surprised.

Julia escorted them to an office beside the theatre. Inside she introduced Alec
to Dr. Peter Cleave. A tall, thin old man with silver hair and piercing blue
eyes. Q did not think he had met the man until he spoke. The deep resonating
Shakespearian voice he knew instantly from his conditioning sessions. He had
never seen him only ever heard him.

Julia left them and Alec was guided to a chair in front of the desk. Cleave
didn't seem to mind when Alec indicated Q should sit in the other guest chair.
As others had, Cain included.

He pulled out his notes. “Very strange. Complete reversal of all conditioning”
Cleave confirmed with Alec.  

Cleave stilled and looked to Alec. “The problem with what you are asking. Even
when ordered to do so, most Slaves do not have the self will to break the
conditioning. The ones that do are usually exceptionally dangerous.”

Alec knew what the man was saying. In order to break the conditioning the Slave
must want it. An order by a Slave's Master was still a subversion of the
Slave's will and would not be enough of a motivation. Looking to Q Alec tipped
his chin towards him.

Immediately as he had been taught to do so. Q looked to his Master.

Sure Q's attention was on him, “We would like you to break your conditioning.
We are asking this of you, not ordering. Will you try” Alec said. Making sure
that he included James' desire in this as well.

“I..” Q started before a conditioned pain and nausea made him stop. He tried
again, and again. He ended looking to his Master in desperation and nodding.
There was one thing he truly wanted to remember but he couldn't. If his will
was needed the old Professor would be his motivation.

The Doctor looking on in interest. He made a hum sound. “I think there is
something he wants to confront” Cleave mused. Q nodded to the Doctor's
assessment still getting the effects of the conditioning for that as well.

Alec was a little confused. He to could see Q wanted something and his
conditioning was coming into conflict. He was also thinking of something and
not just bending to his and James' desire. He could also see the Doctor was
thinking hard.

“It would be best if we knew what his motivation is.” Cleave mused, continuing
to look at Q.

Q looked to his Master. There were only two memories Q had cherished. “My
Master” Q prompted, hoping to give a hint. James was now back in his life but
there was only one other lover who had died, that the school knew about.

“Is there something, to do with a James Bond” Alec asked the Doctor. The moment
Q cringed, Alec hoped he was on the right track. The Slave looked exhausted as
he slumped slightly.

Cleave looked over his notes of the sessions with Ariel as he was called at the
time. “Yes a problematic session. Where Ariel refused to respond” Cleave said

As Cleave described the session where Q had been given a computer as part of
conditioning against them. He then explained how Q had found the obituary of
James Bond online. The school then hastily added James Bond to the conditioning
list.

“Was there any other deaths” Alec asked immediately dismissing James Bond.

Cleave looked over his notes on Q's history and psychological profiles. It took
him some time “This was provided by the woman who sold...” Cleave stopped
talking. He was an expert on reading people. He knew it was a mistake, a
dangerous one to mention the woman who had sold the Slave.

Alec didn't think his reactions to M were that transparent but the Psychologist
saw and was concerned. It probably didn't help that he had shot one of their
number the day before.

“I am aware of M. I don't like her but it is safe to mention her. I to was
under her command for a time and it did not end well. But I think it could have
ended worse in retrospect” Alec said and looked to Q's bowed head.

Clever nodded. “Q's past was incomplete. We had to guess at great portions of
it from the information M sent. One piece of information was a charitable
association, The Jessica Trust.
Investigating the trust we found a mass of circumstantial evidence.
    Jessica was being groomed and abused by her neighbour/teacher. She grew
close to an isolated boy, Tom.
    When Jessica committed suicide. And it became known about the teacher. The
publicity caused a spate of similar reports to the police. Included in the
reports was one on Tom's father. Tom disappeared after his Father's arrest. We
believe Q and Tom are the same person”

Q had his head in his hands and fingers in his ears. Eyes tight shut. Only the
reassuring hand on his neck helped him. He desperately tried to ignore the two
men talking about his past. Historic pain, humiliation, anger and hate mixed
with the conditioning against his past.

Although that fit into the criteria Alec wasn't sure. If it was true why was it
so hard for MI6 and these people to find. Q was not in a state to confirm or
deny the relevance of his early life. A hum caught Alec's attention. Cleave, he
was shuffling papers quickly and made another hum.

Putting his papers in order Cleave looked to Alec. “Could we speak alone”
Cleave asked.

Q was all to willing, no longer able to listen to the conversation. When his
Master gave his consent Q stood and went to the door. Standing on the outside
with no one talking about his past. Q was able to move beyond the conditioned
pain and nausea response. Breathing slowly and deeply.

Q straighten his back, clasping his hands behind him and bowed his head. It was
a classic slave stance. One thing he had learned with Merovingian that was not
permitted here. He used his fringe to hide the lifting of his eyes. Q scanned
the hall from left to right. This area was not a particularly busy part of the
house. With noting to see Q dropped his eyes as well.

Q couldn't tell what time it was but he had learned to judge how much time had
passed in a given moment. He knew he had been standing there for about ten
minutes. He had lost track of how long he had been in the office and how long
they had spent in the dinning room.

A footman rushed up to and knocked on the office door. Then Cleave called for
him to enter and the footman disappeared inside. He emerged almost immediately
and Q heard his name called and entered.

His master was furious and paced the office. Thoughts of having done something
wrong were quickly dismissed. He was not fluent in Russian but heard a
derogatory term for a woman and that meant he was talking about M.

Cleave called Q's attention again. “I have discussed treatment options with
your Master. I will draw up a scheduled and we will begin tomorrow”

--

His Master was not happy. The night before he gave a cryptic message. M had
lied to him and he needed to find what he was looking for. Q had been relaxed.
His Master had delivered the message quickly and after a bout of sex. Only when
Q thought about the message did the conditioned response rear it's head.

Now they were in the theatre. There were a few rows of seats with Cleave in the
front row reading over a folder.

The chair, Q remembered vividly. It was just where it had always been. Free
standing between the big screen and the front row of seats. It looked like a
dentist chair so all points of a person's body could be secured to it. There
was an arm behind the head rest with a device that looked similar to what a
optician would use. Q remembered it swinging in front oh his eyes, having his
eyelids held open as a moisturising mist prevented them from dehydrating.

When he couldn't move his body, head or close his eyes. Experiencing pain from
electrodes all over his body. A nausea enduing medication was then given to
him. Images would then play and they would become associated with pain and
nausea. Some were from his life others were scenarios. In the end it worked,
each memory corrupted in turn. Now he was back.

Alec paced the width of the theatre. Q wanted to calm his master but didn't
know what Cleave had said to upset him and he was not allowed to know.

The door opened and a man Q remembered from his first time to the school
entered. Every few days Q saw him to receive a prostate milking and he was
carrying a box. He was not the man who set up the electrodes the fist time
here. The man, looking him up and down, “Strip...” the man ordered.

Cleave's deep powerful voice cut the man off. “Allow me to introduce Q's
Master. The heavily armed and territorial, annoyed person”

The man froze looking to Alec. “He needs to...” The man trailed off under
Alec's glare.

“I'm sure Q can figure it out” Alec said. He was not giving the man a choice.

Q was handed a cock ring and a buttplug. Both were metal and had long wires
coming from them.

As Cleave called his Master and the man into a discussion. Q dropped his
trousers. Replacing his usual plug with the new one and the cock ring sat
snugly around the base of his penis.

“Master” Q called. Standing naked from the waist down. Holding the ends of the
wires. Alec called him over and the weirs were connected to a control box.

“We need to test it” Alec said. After confirming he was ready Q felt a tingling
between the plug and ring. Going through his prostate. It was like a tensing
just before orgasm. Q felt himself hardening.

Biting his lip Q let out a whimper and his master asked, “Enjoying yourself?”

Letting out another whimper Q nodded. A moan and Q closed his legs tighter. His
arms were stiff at his side. He wanted to reach out, rut and replace the plug
with a cock that would pound into him.

“You can not cum. Can you take more?” Alec said. Q nodded.

When the current intensified Q moaned loud and his knees buckled. Strong arms
stopped him from falling to the floor. The current lessened and stopped.

Q looked up to his Master. “Ready” he asked

“Always Master”

He was then led to sit in the chair. A drip was then placed in his arm. “That
will help stop your nausea repose” Cleave said after the nurse had stepped
away.

A trolley desk was wheeled into place across Q's lap. Q immediately identified
the covered thing lying on the surface. The material gave a clear out line of a
closed Laptop.

The pain and nausea response was weak as he couldn't actuality see the device.
Then Q felt the electro stimulation to his prostate and whined. It was slightly
stronger than the conditioned response. Looking to his Master Q got a smile and
a stroke to the side of the face. Leaning into the touch.

“You're doing Good” Alec said to the slave.

The Shakespearian voice, then started talking and Cleave moved into view. “You
desire to break your conditioning. Know this, there is something important you
must know and the only way you will learn it is with this” Cleave said and
placed his hand on the concealed laptop.

Cleave pitched his voice soft a resonating. Q though he could almost feel his
chest vibrate with it. “Place your hand on top of mine” Cleave instructed.

Q did as instructed. His hand was on top of Cleave's as Cleave's rested on the
Laptop. The soft thin skin of the old man, warm and tender. “Concentrate. There
is something important you must know about Rufus Sixsmith” Cleave said.

Q looked to the man sharply. The pain response was full force as Q thought of
the Professor again. “What” Q begged.

“I will help but you must find out on your own” Alec said and stroked the Q's
face again.

Cleave moved his hand out of the way. And Q was instructed to touch the covered
laptop.

The conditioning came into conflict. Q was getting erotic stimulation stronger
than the pain. He was getting praise for doing something taught to be wrong.
The nausea was still there but Q didn't feel like he would actually be sick
with it, for the first time. By the end of the first day Q was able to look at
the uncovered laptop.

Returning to the bedroom. His master continued to praise Q and his progress.
“Would you like to see that slave again” Alec asked. “As my Master wishes”

When Alec said he was looking for ways to reward him for his progress Q
understood. “I would like to see him again” Q responded.

--

The next day they picked up where they left off. By the end Q was sitting in
front of a powered laptop. He was unbelievably horny as his Master worked the
control of the device inside him. It was far more intense than any Vibrator he
had ever used. He felt nausea, but not as intensely.

Pulling on his trousers at the end of the session. Q returned to his Master's
side. Both Alec and Cleave said how proud and well he had done. Sending a
thrill though him. Following his Master back to their room. “I arranged a
surprise” Alec said.

Coming into the hall where their room was located Q saw Julia standing outside.
Approaching the door Alec turned to Q, “Have fun” he said.

Alec waited with Julia as Q pushed open the door. Inside was a man Q knew
intimately. He had spent hours learning to pleasure men, and before him was his
practice aid. Q suspected he had been a gigolo. He had dark brown eyes and
silver hair. He looked good even for being in his fifties, closer to his
sixties now. He would not look out of place in a stylish Italian bar, in a
designer suit.

A click sounded and Q spun to see the closed door and no Master. Tuning back,
“Hello, I'm Q”

“Joey” the man introduced. The soft Italian accent was as Q remembered from the
few times they had spoken.

Q could see, he was not the only one unsure of the situation. He had tasted
every inch of the other man's skin. Swallowed everything that had come out of
his cock. Even wiped his arse as part of his training as a personal slave
Valet.

In the countless hours they had never really spoken. Never had names been
exchanged. Now they stood staring at each other. In the absence of direction
they were both at a loss.

Q knew this was a reward. His master's comment, 'Have fun' Q understood to
mean, normal restrictions were lifted. He could have sex with the man if he
wanted.

Slaves did not engage in small talk amongst themselves. Even with Merovingian
where there was a bit of leeway. The common room was almost silent. It was hard
to make friends when they could be ripped away any moment and you were not
allowed to ask or grieve for their loss. A few had made friends. However at the
school talking and fraternising was completely forbidden.

Alec and Julia toured the grounds for a while. Alec stopped as they came to a
training area. A bald black man and a tall blond drilled slaves relentless
under the harsh sting of a whip.

Alec walked up to the blond and looked him in his dull, vacant eyes. Alec could
see there was no real intelligence in him. He was an upright beast. Alec was
sure if he gave the order he would run full force into a wall. Q would do the
same but would at least understand it was a stupid or malicious order.

The Black man Alec could see was dangerous. There was inelegance and
understanding in his eyes. He knew Alec was a master but only the Old Doctor
had been able to read him as well as the person.

“Doctore. Our best trainer and a master of the whip” Julia introduced.

If Alec had not known that the man had whipped Q every day. Acclimatising him
to the violence and pain and finally getting him to respond sexually to it.
Alec would have offered him a job, even compensating the school for their loss.
Now he wanted the break the man's neck and relished the thought of the fight.

Doctore studied the man before of him. The Slave owner was furious but in
absolute control of himself. Doctore weighed the owner like the opponents he
faced in the ring, he had only ever seen a man like this once before. In a
slave that wouldn't break. The school had used him as a sparing partner for one
class, and lost the entire class. If the man had not been wounded and exhausted
it would have been his end as well.“Sir” Doctore said bowing to Alec.

Alec stepped away from the Slave and returned to Julia's side. “I've never seen
him do that. Not even to Madam Cain” Julia said.

“I hope Q dose not take long. This school is not a place to be” Alec said. As
expected she had been part of the Slave ring so long she didn't understand.
Alec asked about her history. Learning her mother and brother both taught at
the school. Her Father had a school of his own but it had fallen into debt and
her mother had brought them here after his death.

They arrived at the dining room. The old vulture of a woman in a beehive wig
came back. Julia greeted her with a very upperclass, English “Ma ma.”

Julia's mother seemed pleased that her daughter was talking to a Slave owner.
Turning to Alec her hair, skin and eyes competing to be the whitest thing on
her body. The skin hanging on her skeleton and her clothes giving her a hunched
posture. The woman then extended a hand to Alec. He refused to take it.

After the meal in which the old vulture, Madam Flyte heavily hinted at her
daughter's unattached nature. Finally having enough of her. “The problem with
your daughter is, She dose not have a cock” Alec said to her.

It was not enough to deter her. “My husband was the same. Couldn't get it up
without a fresh boy in the bed” Madam Flyte dismissed. Accustomed to a wife
being for civility and a slave for enjoyment.

Julia took Alec's arm realising her mother was becoming a problem. They walked
back to Alec's room. “Will we survive this visit” Julia asked. Having come to
the understanding Alec held them in contempt. And the old bondage instructor's
warning, sounding more prophetic by the moment.

Alec could just shrug. He wanted to shoot everyone but knew if he did so,
Merovingian or someone else would sell them out to M. Although he and James
used the cover name of Janus enough people knew the truth to be a problem if
they provoked the Syndicate.

Knocking the door Alec pushed it open. The two men didn't look like they had
moved since they left them hours ago. Both tuned to them and bowed. Q greeting
Alec with 'Master' and Julia with 'Miss'

Joey greeting Julia with 'Miss' and Alec with 'Sir'

After Julia took the older Slave away. Q confirmed they had barely said
anything to each other. “It was nice to see him again. Thank you Master” Q
said.

--

Laying beside his Master. The night time was around them. His master was just
as awake as he was. The exDouble Oh would never sleep if the person beside them
was not relaxed.

They were into their second week here. Q was able to access his memories again.
The conditioned response was still there but it was now intermingled with the
erotic stimulation from his master.

Pushing past the pain and the nausea. Q was able to remember. The most
important things were the easiest. The flirting with James when he would perch
on his desk in Q branch. Calling him Q because he knew Ben Coulter was not his
real name and he refused to tell him it.

Jessica and his time at the school. When they had met in the woods and confided
in each other. Neither openly admitted what was happening to them. Jessica had
followed him home and saw what his Father was doing. Just as Q had seen how
Jessica cringed as she was touched by her neighbour.

Then came Sixsmith. Q remembered laying beside the old Professor. He would tell
stories of his lost love. Robert Frobisher, Q had taken the name for a time. Q
had enjoyed the time with the old man. He was charming and didn't bat an eye at
some of Q's eccentricities at the time. He seemed to enjoy the company as much
as anything else. Q loved giving that company and would always return to him.
He never minded him sleeping with others and always welcomed him back. Even
joked his hold love was the same, able to wrap any man around his little
finger.

Q loved being able to remember these events the rest he could turn his back on.
Slowly Q started to relax and the body beside him followed.

The next day. Before he was given the buttplug that would distract him from the
pain conditioning. “Could I try without” Q asked.

Cleave looked thrilled. “My Boy you may” Cleave said.

Guided to the chair(fully clothed) by his Master, Q sat. The trolley was
brought over. Q also asked to try without the drip to stop the nausea.

Q took a breath and lifted the screen of the laptop. It took him a moment to
control the conditioned response before he could power it on. When the desktop
appeared Q touched the track pad. “You're doing good” his Master praised.

Bringing the mouse to the browser icon Q clicked it. “Look for him” Alec
ordered.

Q typed in 'Prof. Rufus Sixsmith'

Q gasped. 'She lied' repeated in Q's mind. Rufus Sixsmith was alive. An article
dated a month ago announced the seventy four year old's retirement. Q had been
told he died shortly after his enslavement.

Looking at the screen with rage coursing through him. Q didn't even notice what
was left of the conditioned response. Not until he thought about M, and her
lying in a pool of her own blood. Q may have been overcoming his conditioning
were computers and his memories were concerned but violence was still the same.

Pushing the trolley away Q lurched out the chair. Pain and nausea overwhelmed
him. There were hands on him and his breakfast burbled up. Q heard his Master
swearing as he vomited onto the floor until only stomach acid was being forced
up.

Q came back to cool water being brought to his lips. Cleave and Alec were
arguing. “is this some BLOODY trick” his master roared at the old doctor.

 “I assure you. It was a violet thought not the computer or Q's memory” Cleave
was insisting.

“Master” Q called. When Alec's attention was on him. “I hate her” Q said. With
the Doctor's assumption confirmed Alec relaxed.

“Good. I have an ally against James. He still has a lingering soft spot for the
old bitch” Alec said

--

Q was in the chair again. The screen played violent images while Q was
distracted from the conditioned pain and nausea. The images were from a first
person perspective. It started with simple taps. Over the sessions they built
up to extreme images.

After a week of intense sessions. A slave was brought in and Q was given a
short stiff crop. It had a metal barbed end to cause permanent scarring and
blood to weep from every blow.

With the Slave's back presented to him Q raised the crop. His arm twitched.
Looking to his Master, “Please” Q begged.

Doctore who had supplied the slave and crop commanded him. “STRIKE!”

Q's arm twitched. He brought the crop down in an arc. He thought he felt the
conditioned pain and nausea. His hand slowed just before impact. The barbed
end, did little more than scratch the Slave.

He couldn't look at his Master. Merovingian would have been furious at him for
disobeying an order. He jumped as a hand landed on him, Q cringed in
anticipation. Feeling fingers on his chin Q looked up as he had been taught to.

Alec took the crop and tossed it at Doctore. He then took Q's left and and
brought it to his chin. “Punch Me, just a jab” Alec ordered.

This was not a Slave this was his Master, with absolute authority. He was
making a free choice to take the punch. Pulling his left and into a fist. Q
pulled back and his Master tipped up his chin up. Again Q slowed his movement
before he made contact. The memory of the conditioned response returned rather
than the respond it's self. The punch didn't even cause Alec to move with the
impact.

“I'm Sorry Master” Q said dropping his head.

Q watched his master round on the Cleave. He was arguing Q's conditioning was
still in place. “You have done nothing but torment and humiliate him for a
week. Just so you can say you tried and are SO SORRY the breaking of the
violence didn't take. ”

Cleave argued it was Q's nature. “If he dose not want to hurt someone he will
submit to his conditioning” Cleave said to the irate Master.

The three Slaves stood out of the way. Q bowing his head didn't noticed the
footman by the door disappear. It wasn't long before Cain appeared to arbitrate
the growing dispute. She marched passed the three slaves to approach Alec and
Cleave.

Q felt the fear, rage and hate that had sustained him, when he was confronted
with the woman again. She had a girl gang raped then fed her to the dogs. All
to show Q and the two friends he had made. That their act of defiance was
useless.

There was no conditioned reaction. There was not even a memory of the
conditioned reaction. Q actively thought about attacking her, enough to send
him into a downward spiral of suffering. Nothing happened.

Q looked to the side. He saw the trolley with the laptop on it. He then looked
to the back of Cain's head. Meeting his Master's eye over her shoulder Q saw
the man school his expression. It was all the permission Q needed.

The laptop was not a flimsy piece of fashion. It was one which could be
upgraded as needed. The case bulky and heavy. A step, and Q picked it up.
Approaching the woman, Cleave gasped seeing him.

Cain turned and Q brought the Laptop down on her head. He followed her falling
form and hit her again and again.

Her head spread across the floor and Q heard a noise. Looking to it, Q saw his
Master with his knee pressing down on Doctore's neck. His gun was trained on
the door where two guards had entered.

Alec looked to Cleave. “You were right Doctor. We just needed a better target”

Q stood dropping the broken case of the laptop. Cleave was shocked but not
surprised. The guards entering, thinking they had to deal with a slave had not
expecting to be met with a gun trained on them. The scary Doctore looked like
he had been easily subdued by his Master.

Slowly Alec stood and looked to Cleave. “You're good at putting a value on a
person. Send me the bill for the damage” Alec said indicating Cain's corpse.  

Alec indicated Q should come to him and he followed his master. They returned
to their room. Q showered quickly while Alec packed.

“How are you doing” Alec asked.

Q wasn't sure. He hated Cain and never thought he could kill but it had been
like a dam bursting. Once he thought he could hurt her it didn't feel like he
could stop himself. It helped his master had given silent consent and wasn't
angry with him. “I'm... I don't know Master”

Just finishing the packing a knock came at the door. Alec pulled it open and
Julia was there. “Your bill” Julia said. Handing over a leather folder.

As she entered Q dropped his head. She was looking at him warily. It seemed she
had no problem with a master killing a slave but a master being killed by a
slave was enough to frighten her.

Alec burst out laughing. “I'm not paying that for the Bitch. She had twenty
years if she was lucky. She was ugly as hell to boot” Alec said. Julia looked
shocked that the price they had put on Madam Cain's death was being negotiated.

“€100,000, no more for Cain” Alec said. Julia said she would need to get
permission.

“Hurry up. We're leaving tonight” Alec said.

When she left Alec called James he stated by saying they were finished. Q
watched him talk to his other master. It wasn't the first time they had spoken.
However something seemed to be wrong. Q was learning Russian but couldn't quite
follow, the conversation fast and quiet. What was concerning was the way his
master was speaking.

Suddenly Q was in his Master's gaze. “Can you drive?”

“I don't have a licence Master, but I can”

His master seemed pleased and arranged to meet in Lviv. Q understood why his
master asked. They were in Hungry and they would have to drive to Ukraine. By
the sound of it. It was going be a hard drive.

Packed and ready. Alec was clearly agitated as he paced the room. “Grab the
bags” Alec ordered. Q followed his master around the house.

They found a small group in Cain's office Julia, Cleave and the vulture amongst
them. Alec no longer haggled. He paid the bill in full.

Cleave cleared his throat and even Julia gave a soft “Mother” in warning. The
Milky eyes of the old Vulture fixed on him “Mr Janus, the Syndicate will be
informed of your conduct”

“I compensated the school for the loss and it was accepted. Madam Cain's death
proved the school wasn't breaking the contract to undo Q's conditioning. So
what can they complain about, or you” Alec shot. Showing the same utter
disregard for the person who died, like most Syndicate members did for Slaves
or non members.

From the office. Alec then went to the Land Rover. Alec tore out of the school
like a bat out of hell. With Budapest started to build up around them. Alec
spoke for the first time. “Have you ever heard of a Hacker called Raoul Silva”

Shaking his head. “No Master” Q answered.

Alec fell silent again for a time. “We had a warning about him, that he was
after you. He made contact with James. He's an exDouble Oh and wants to meet us
all” Alec finally said.

They stopped in Budapest. Alec bought a European map and supplies. “We're going
to stop as little as possible. There will be no bathing facilities for the next
three days. You should remove your plug as well” Alec ordered.

In a restroom. Q pulled out his buttplug. It felt so strange to be empty. He
then removed the excess lubricant and pulled up his trousers. Alec was waiting
by the car when he returned to him. Q walked up to his master as he marked out
the route to their destination. They would be travelling east and north while
James travelled south and west. They would meet in the middle.

Alec then tossed him keys and got in the passenger side. Q sat behind the
wheel. It would be the first time behind a wheel in a few years. Alec cringed a
few times as Q took corners too fast and was slow to brake. Eventually Q
settled into the rusty task and his Master started to relax.
***** Freedome *****
Another train depot. This one small only a single track. Q had watched his
Master bribe the owner before the train arrived.

Q felt grimy and disgusting. They had been driving non stop for nearly four
days. He felt dirty and was desperate for a shower. His master barely noticed.
It was also the longest time he had gone without sex since entering
Merovingian's household.

Alec looked to Q. Unlike James, Alec didn't think Q would appreciate what he
was about to say. But James wanted the person he remembered back. “The
Syndicate believes you to be a slave. To James you are one of us though. I
agree, if want, you don't have to be treated as a slave. And James misses the
person he knew”

As he suspected Q, hunched down. Rejection clear in his posture. Alec not sure
how Q would cope without having a master to appease, answer to or gain self
worth from. And the way he acted with Cain, there was no remorse, joy, anger
anything, he had moved on immediately. Not even himself or James moved on from
their first or even later kills like that.

Starting to feel like his world was crumbling, in a Slave's eyes their master
is the world. This was the second time and Q knew James was uncomfortable with
him being a Slave. He had walked into that hell again, because his Masters
wanted him to. As a Slave he was now worthless. He had killed and his
conditioning was broken. A Master wouldn't touch him now. Not unless they
wanted to hurt or even kill him. “As you wish, Alec” Q responded. If it was
what they wanted he couldn't force them to treat him any differently. He had
fought his nature in that school the first time. He hated aspects of his life,
the deep part of his nature called to submit and appease his masters. Q felt
lost.

When the train arrived they entered the door at the side of the Information
Centre as they usually did. The scene had been tidied up, the equipment was
gone. The only thing remaining was a patch panel to the cellular and satellite
equipment on the roof. Boxes filled the office space near the door to the
locomotive. The work benches running down the sides of the compartment were
bare.

Looking to Alec, Q saw he was not surprised. James was waiting for them. “Get
this place up and running” James said indicated a stockpile of boxes. He then
called Alec away. Q was left alone with Boris. Despondent and with this, all he
was wanted for. Q started inspecting the brand new equipment.

“You smell” Boris said.

“So do you” Q shot back. Who did he need to smell nice for, and James had been
impatient. He also doubted Boris knew what a shower was.

A warning ring and the train lurched into motion. Soon they had everything
unpacked. Hooking up the equipment. U arrived with a tray. He was naked with
some marks of passion round his neck and hips. Q couldn't help the stab of
jealousy at seeing the slave who James and Alec didn't mind being a slave. Q
ignored the food and continuing his work. Eventually the need to pee forced Q
back along the train.

There was talking from Alec and James room. The living area was empty. The
sound of leather on skin was coming from Onatopp's room along with erotic
moaning. In his and U's room Q saw the other slave reading a book, slowly. His
finger pointing to the words. Like most slaves he was taught to read
mechanically, not for enjoyment.

Heading into the sower room Q relieved himself. Stripping off he then showered
unable to deal with the grimy feeling any longer. Coming out of the shower
room. U hesitantly asked, “Q is there something wrong?”

“I'm now even more worthless than you. And our masters want me to be their own
personal Q-Branch. Nothing more.”

Q could see how hurt U was by his statement and tone. Being a slave without a
cash value was not a good prospect. U permanently scarred and Q having broken
his conditioning and killing a better made both worthless.

“I'm sorry. I'm just jealous.” Q said as he started pulling on clothes. U came
to sit beside him and leaned his head on his shoulder.

“Master James missed you” U insisted.

Q gave a humourless chuckle. “He misses the office boy he once knew. Doesn't
even realise that was as much an act as everything else. I had just come from
prison, under severe movement restriction, 24 hour surveillance, wasn't even
allowed to use a public library computer. I wanted a friend, something more, so
I kept myself a mystery so I wouldn't be just another conquest to James”

“Q?” U said in concern. Q dislodged the other slave and stood.

Retuning to the information centre. Q heard rhythmic thumping coming from Alec
and James' room and felt a stab of grief at the sound. Q worked for a few hours
more. Long after Boris went to bed he decided he could use some refreshment.

Sliding the door open into the barracks car and entering into the kitchen. Q
started making tea. “Welcome back” a voice called.

Q looked through the serving window into the communal dining section. Only the
shaggy black haired Jon was up. “Hello”Q said to him.

Taking his sandwich and tea he joined the other man at long central metal table
with a bench fixed to the floor either side. Q watched Jon as he was reading
over some pieces of paper and plotting something on a map. He looked like he
was trying to work out how to get the train from where they were in Ukraine to
Turkey. He was grumbling away in Russian as he worked.

“How long before the internet is up” Jon suddenly asked. For the first time Q
saw how dark his eyes were, made more stark by the paleness of his skin. He had
a wispy beard of light growth. Unlike Boris who looked like he did not groom
himself. Jon looked handsome with it.

Q blushed and ducked his head. “Tomorrow, possibly the day after” Q answered.

Ignoring Q's reaction. Jon started repeating Boris' assessment and time frame.
Q tore most of it to shreds. He knew better and more efficient ways of setting
up the secure communications the train required.

After washing his dishes Q said goodbye to Jon and returned to the information
centre. He worked longer than he intended to before calling it a night.

At breakfast the following morning Q sat down with his no longer masters. Using
his original name, James called “Tom” in greeting. Q gave him a smile and nod.
James looked pleased. The man had been after his name from the first meeting,
now he had it. Q doubted James even understood he had turned his back on the
name and the person he was then.

If the two men didn't want him. Q felt no need to appease them. “Just to
confirm. I am no longer to be treated as a Slave” Q asked. James confirmed,
Alec remained silent.

“So if I wished to screw someone. I wouldn't need permission” Q asked. This
time James looked uncomfortable and Alec answered, “No. The choice is yours”

Q could see something up between the two men. James wanted him to have freedom
but Alec was the one encouraging him to exercise it.

“I have work to do” Q said standing. Imp took his plate before he could lift it
himself. Seeing the change in the Slave's perception of him. Q let him clear
his plate away.

Q was working away setting up the satellite link when James and Alec entered.
James placed a memory pen down. He explained how Boris had tried to examine the
drive and the destruction around them was the result.

“I was then approached by the man who did this” James said tapping his shoulder
where Q knew there to be a patchwork of bullet wounds. “His boss wants to speak
to us and especially you. You have a job to do. Examine the pen drive. Find out
who Patrice is, who Silva is and who Severine is. Then report to us”

Q nodded. With the Information Centre coming online he should be able to do as
James requested.

“Who are you interested in” James asked.

Before he could answer, Alec did it for him. “None of our business”

Alec then left. James staying for a bit longer before heading out as well.

By the evening Q had finished with the set up of the information centre. Boris
was doing the finishing touched while Q pulled out two laptops and as many data
pens as he could find. After speaking with Boris he was going to be careful
with what was on the drive.

Q started with one of the laptops. Boris had said the virus was adaptive. So Q
set up the laptop to his liking. Then he started the precautions, he removed
the case of the laptop. Finding the Bluetooth and WiFi. Q physically cut the
circuits to the integrated chips. He also cut all data ports except two of the
USBs. With the burner laptop almost completely isolated he reassembled it.

The other laptop would be his workstation. The row of blank pen drives were on
his far left then it was the workstation laptop, with internet connectivity.
Then the burner laptop, isolated. Finally was the infected pen drive.

Q inserted the infected pen drive into the burner laptop. He then started to
analyse it. The monitoring he had set up on the laptop did not indicate the
virus. He found a simple profile of a Double Oh.

Tiago Rodriguez was attached to station H when Hong Kong was still British. The
Chinese were suspected of hacking businesses in the city state. So when the
hand over occurred they were ready to monitor the international businesses.
Rodriguez the then 001 was given the task of disrupting the Chines Operation.
He was exposed during the counter operation. The regional director Olivia
Mansfield burned him. Going so far as to actively betrayed him. Just like
himself, she sold him off to the Chinese. Getting five low level prisoners in
exchange and a more important de-escalation of hostilities.

“Bugger” Q said quietly. He noted down the details on a piece of paper.

Q was then curious as to why the virus had not activated. Looking to the man
sitting at a bank of recently installed computers, further up the carriage.
“How did you try to break the encryption” Q asked.

With monumental pride Boris explained his use of a Fractal algorithm. Q
shrugged, it was a good way to break the encryption. “Unless, Rodriguez knows
my MO and set a booby trap for anyone who dose not use a Polymorphic algorithm”
Q mused to himself.

With the data retrieved from the pen drive. Q then tried a different way to
break the encryption. The moment he used a brute force attack. The monitoring
for a virus went haywire as the laptop was infected. It confirmed Rodriguez
wanted him to see the file.

After removing the battery of the burner laptop. Placing it and the pen drive
in a bag, to be disposed of. Q got to work on the other research he needed to
do. Boris said he was going to bed and disappeared.

Q didn't have everything but he had enough. Through his own research Q
confirmed Rodriguez's identity. He knew Silva and Rodriguez were the same
person. He also had quite a lot on Patrice. Severine, there was little on. Q
knocked on James and Alec's door.

When James called for him to enter he slid the door open. James was sitting at
the desk naked and working on his laptop. Alec was in the bed U riding him,
slow and sensual. Q wanted to attack the other Salve that was in his place.
Crushing down on his desire. It wasn't U's fault their masters didn't want him
as a slave.

Q handed over the pen drive with the information he had gotten on Rodriguez and
Patrice. “Thanks Tom” James purred and leaned back.

Q hated that name. It was now just another insult to his existing injuries.
“Good night James” Q said and walked out.

It was late again and he had skipped the evening meal. Heading to the Barracks
car and the kitchen. This time Q noticed the low light spilling through the
serving hatch. Looking into the dining room Jon was there again.

Taking his tea and this time rewarmed leftovers. Q sat at the dinning table.

“I'm surprised they let you slum it here with us” Jon said.

“I'm as free as a slave can be. As long as I keep their computers running I am
left alone” Q responded. Not quite able to keep the pain or anger out of his
tone.

“You're really fucked up” Jon observed.

“Yes I am.” Q agreed.

“What's it like being a slave” Jon asked.

“Like every other part of my life or anyone else's. I was bound to my situation
as a child. In prison little difference. No difference when working 'of my own
free will' for MI6. Then there was a man who claimed he was my owner. Now I
have two men claiming to be my owner and I see little difference between myself
and Boris”

“I am not a Slave” Jon insisted.

“Perhaps not in name but... If you so desired, could you go to Paris, settle
down, have a wife, children” Q asked.

Jon's expression soured. Q had checked over those on the train. There was not
one innocent amongst them. Jon had been a child and then adult soldier, a
Chechen rebel. Ever since Russia had been playing nice with the world, the
world had tuned their back on the group that opposed the communist state turned
democracy.

“You may not like it but you are a slave to your situation. I am just not
pretending” Q said. Jon stormed off.

“Bugger” Q said to the empty room. He had seen the anger on the other man's
face. And he had pushed.

Gathering up Jon's papers Q headed along the train. He was met with a problem.
In the narrow corridor of doors. Which room was Jon's.

A sudden vocal argument answered the question. Someone shouted at Jon to, “SHUT
THE FUCK UP”

When Jon shouted back. Q went to the door his voice had come from. Tapping
quietly he waited until Jon opened it.

Keeping his head bowed. Q extended his hands with the papers across them. “I'm
sorry. I, I'm... You shouldn't listen to a dried up whore”

Still with his head bowed. When Q felt the paper being lifted off his arms he
turned and walked back up the train.

“Q” Jon called. It felt so nice, he wasn't using Tom. Stopping his progress and
tuned back to the other man. He was standing in the corridor and was indicating
his open door.

Taking the invitation Q entered the small and narrow single cabin. A Single bed
ran its depth with a small desk beside the bed and in front of a narrow window.
Unlike his cabin this one had metal framing the bed, desk and swivel chair.
Perfect for an officer of the military personnel it once housed.

Jon followed him in. Q stood beside the bed. Jon going to the desk. Pulling out
the bottom drawer he held up a bottle of vodka. “I'm not a very good Muslim”
Jon said.

Perching on the bed beside the desk while Jon sat in the chair. Q accepted the
shot glass after confirming he drank. “It's been a while” Q warned and it had
been a while since he had drank more than a sip from a master's hand.

Q downed his shot after Jon had taken his. Jon then poured another. “You were
were right. I'm stuck here” Jon said.

Q listened to the other man speak. It was the first time, in a long time Q had
listened to a man speak before sex. It was usually in the post orgasmic haze
that their tongues loosened and he had loosened many a tongue for his old
Master. He was even aware of the Morse code his Masters sometimes communicated
in, when they thought he was fully asleep.

Q was reluctant to leave Jon. The man was clearly tired as was he. The though
of returning to his room however was daunting. Q could also tell Jon was
straight as an arrow. He would not accept an offer. Thanking him for the
company and the drink. Q headed back along the train.

Entering his room Q saw U's bed was empty. He couldn't even build up jealousy.
It just left a hole in his chest. Flopping down Q closed his eyes. Not opening
them until U woke him declaring it was breakfast time.

Q washed and dressed. Joining the other at the table. “Someone had a good
night” Onatopp purred. As Q sat. A slight hangover obvious to those at the
table.

“The information centre is online. You have the information on Rodriguez and
Patrice. What is next” Q asked James and Alec.

Q sat at what had become his workstation in the information centre. It was an L
shaped work counter. It had a computer with two screens set up on the short
part, that protruded into the room. The long part of the workstation that ran
along the wall had the laptop he had claimed and was starting to grow with
components and tools.

Boris' workstation was further up and ran along the opposite wall. It was three
computers spread over a bank of eight monitors in a 2x4 configuration. There
was also some desks near the front of the carriage, near the door to the
locomotive.

Q had breezed past the tasks Alec and James had set him this morning. At the
time it sounded like they had scarped the bottom of the barrel to keep him
occupied. “What are you doing” Q asked.

Boris looked to him. “I am invincible” he declared. Meaning he was hacking
someone he though was beneath him.

With nothing better to do Q did the same. He started by checking on Rufus
Sixsmith. The old man was barely making an impact on the digital world. If he
had not taken broadband as part of his TV package Q suspected he would not even
be online. Q watched the tail end of a Skype conversation Sixsmith was having
with his niece. It was nice to hear the soft articulate tones again. Q touched
the image of the old man. His piercing blue eyes behind the thick square
frames. Remembering caressing the face for real.

Q then moved onto M and MI6. Q had to suppress the urge to do something and tip
her off to his presence. Q found something. A hacking attempt attributed to him
and 009 being dispatched. Followed by the cyber attack he was responsible for.

He found the negotiations that followed between M, Merovingian and the school.
They had supplied evidence the first attack wasn't him. The attack he did do,
Merovingian and Cain played as a posturing move. It ended in a cooling of the
alliance but not enough to destroy it. Merovingian and the Syndicate still
supplied just enough information to keep MI6 happy.

Which reminded him of the night he was pulled from the dorm. A bloodied man in
the middle of the School's foyer who called him Q. Peabody(009) there was no
record of. In the negotiations M denied all official responsibility and Peabody
vanished into the Syndicate.

Q then looked up Annie and the rest of his associates in MI6. Annie had
married. Underwood and her husband had adopted a baby. Kate was nowhere to be
found.

Remembering Kate was the next best hacker after him. Q checked something. There
in the archives of M. Kate's termination order. She had accessed his mission
and the real report on it. She tried to give the information to James. M signed
her death warrant personally. Finding a still from a CCTV camera in the file.
It was a street near MI6. James' Aston was waiting in a traffic jam. At the
front of the traffic jam was a car on the pavement, half sticking out of a shop
front. The file confirmed Kate had been waiting on that corner.

At this point the woman's ruthlessness was staggering. After himself, Alec,
James, 009, Rodriguez and Kate. To protect the mission, country, MI6 and
herself. It seemed there was no moral line the woman wouldn't cross.

“I hope you aren't doing anything naughty” James purred from behind him.
Tuning, Q gave the man a bored look.

“Mr Bond. I do not tell you how to run around and shoot people. Please refrain
from telling me how to do my job” Q responded in clipped bored tones. Q wanted
to punch the bastard at the teasing half smile he gave him. This however was
the act that had seen him through his time at MI6 and it was what James had
been wanting. 'Perhaps I could get a shag out of it' Q thought then berated
himself for how needy he was. At this point it was true, he would do anything
for a scrap of attention from his Masters.

James chuckled “Dinner is ready”

After dinner when U knelt beside James to have his long hair stroked. Q
couldn't stay. He returned to the Information centre so he couldn't see the
other two slaves.

Sitting at his workstation. Q then started trawling records focusing on his
work and not the Slaves being coddled by their masters.

The sound of the door opening and Q looked to see Alec standing behind him.
“What are you doing” Alec asked looking over his shoulder.

“I was talking to Jon and he said he had some trouble with the law. It won't be
perfect but if he is careful he could live a life in peace somewhere” Q said.
He saw the other man still. Q cringed. Whenever a master went still like that
it was usually because of a major mistake.

“It won't be tracked back to us, you?” Alec demanded.

“I am not a bloody armature” Q stated. Alec glared at his tone and defiance.

If they wanted a slave they should act like it. If they want a free thinking
employee they would have to accept his decisions.

“Make sure of it” Alec snapped and walked out.

After he had finished Q picked up the laptop. Walking along the train Q entered
the dinning section of the barracks car. It was earlier than he would usually
come through. Q wasn't to sure how Jon would react to him approaching him
personally, in front of the others.

“Jon could I have a word” Q said. He used a professional and respectful tone.
It didn't stop the red haired Theon from making a comment. “Private session!”

Robb also remarked with disappointment. “No ass on show”

Jon stood and walked down to his cabin. Q placed the laptop on his desk. He
then brought up a wanted list. “Where am I” Jon asked.

“You now only exist in the memories of the people who knew you. I have also set
up an Identity for you. As long as you never meet a person that knew you as the
child soldier, it will hold” Q informed.

Jon who had been standing over him looked down. There was a look of hope and
worry on his face. Suspecting the source of worry. “Boris, James and Alec will
confirm my expertise with identities. Short of being vetted by a major security
institution it will hold. Not even MI6 were sure of mine”

Jon sat on the bed. He looked at the wall a moment before looking to Q. “You
freed me from this life” Jon said.

“A new life will have different chains” Q warned. “It's up to you to decide the
chains you like to wear”

Jon knocked Q's knee out the way so he could pull the drawer open. Pulling out
a new bottle he opened it and poured a couple of glasses.

--

U entered the Information centre. He knelt beside were Q was working. Looking
down Q saw his worry and if he was coming to him for comfort. Something must be
up. “What's wrong” Q asked.

U hesitated before looking to his mentor. “Master James is under stress and I
can not help him” U said. “Even Master Alec is on edge”

“It's the meeting. Do your duty. Watch for when they are most at ease, then
help them relax as much as possible. Don't be afraid to demand attention, then
use it to distract them. Mas.. Alec likes rimming but James doesn’t, so try
that. Master James likes something more sensual, let him take the lead.” Q
advised.

As they approached Turkey James had gotten shorter in his temper. Snapping at
everyone. The meeting with Rodriguez would be in the same place as James had
been shot. First by Rodriguez's man, Patrice. Then by M's woman, Moneypenny.
Now they were going to meet Patrice or possibly Rodriguez himself. There was
only one common link and it didn't take a genius to figure out.

It didn't help the train had only stopped to refuel. Not even giving anyone
enough time to blow of steam. That and the town they stopped in was tiny and
they didn't want to add to the suspicion of the big black train.

Q reached down and brushed the thick hair, combing his fingers along the
length. The fine strands soft. Briefly touching the leather collar and the top
of the spine. “Have faith in yourself. They want you” Q said and got a
brilliant smile from U in return.

--

Coming through to the barracks mess room. Q had not been up to socialising with
his Masters. He entered onto a scene of a fight. Jon was being restrained by
the cook and his sister. Theon was being held back by Robb. The Medic, Bran
stood between them. The other woman and merc were not there. Rickon had passed
through the Information Centre earlier, to take his shift as driver.

Robb dragged Theon out and passed the cabins into the cargo sections of the
train. Arya and Benjin slowly released Jon. He stormed off.

Q had a quick meal. Benjin told him everyone had just been cooped up too long.
After his meal Q walked down the corridor and tapped on Jon's door.

Q slid the door open when Jon called for him to enter. “going a bit stir crazy”
Q asked.

As Q had been spending more time with Jon. He had come to feel welcome. Opening
the drawer he picked up the bottle. There was less than one shot left. “Going
dry too” Q asked.

“Alec regrets not doing a liqueur run as well” Q said handing the bottle to
Jon. He took the swig and dropped it.

“not enough” Q asked and finally got a response. A Stressed sound that could
only be described as a growl.

Q lowered his head. He had a way to help the other man work out his
frustrations. Q had no hangups about doing it. He just wasn't sure how
receptive the other man would be. The only thing concerning him, his offered
could destroy their friendship.

“I could help you” Q said.

“How” Jon demanded his tone sharp. His lingering aggression blinding him to
what Q was getting at.

Going for superior, self depreciating humour. “The Sex Slave is making an
offer. Are you blind?”

That got him Jon's undivided attention. “No” Jon said after a moment and lay
back down.

Carrying on with a soft sympathetic tone. “I know you're straight. But a mouth
is a mouth and I have a skilled one” Q said. From his position Q could see the
cloth covered bulge getting a little more defined.

“No” Jon stated. His bulge started to strain the cloth. Forced to sit up to
cover his growing erection. Jon planted his feet on the floor as he gave Q a
hard look.

Standing Q went to the door. Taking a chance. Instead of opening the door he
flipped off the light. With the train's shutters closed as they were every
night. The room was plunged into complete darkness.

Only the regular thumps and the sway of the carriage interrupted the silence.
Then Q heard it. A loud screech of a metal zipper and a relieved groan. It was
music to Q's ears. After so long Q's offer was not purely selfless. Even Theon
was looking more appealing as time passed.

Q was used to navigating and working in the dark. He knew the lay out and when
he dropped to his knees. He felt the brush of Jon's knees as he leaned forward.
The other man gave a hitched breath at the brief contact.

Q smelt the heady musk as he leaned close. Then the heat just in front of his
lips. Reaching out with his tongue he felt the heat and tasted the musk and a
saltiness. A groan sounded and the hips bucked, bashing the head of the cock
against Q's nose.

Q opened his mouth and pulled his party trick. “Fuck” Jon hissed as his cock
hit the back of Q's throat and down it. He grabbed the back of Q's head then
immediately let go.

Feeling the man not wanting to touch him more than necessary. Q suckled and
swallowed to the wonderful sound of grunting and groans. The thrusts from Jon
was easily accepted.

All to quickly in Q's opinion. He was swallowing the salty release. Q quickly
suckled the cock clean and pulled back.

While Jon recovered. Q returned to his position by the door. Making sure the
saliva and sweat was off his face. There was not a single waisted drop of cum
to clean up. When he heard a zip again Q flipped on the light, blinding both
for a moment.

When Q could see again he felt a stab of guilt. Jon had his head down an had an
aura of shame hanging around him. “I'm sorry, I took advantage” Q said quickly
and exited to room.

Q returned to his room. Ignoring Arya's question as he passed the mess hall.
Entering the next carriage Q opened his door and sat on his bed.

“Fucking idiot” Q berated himself. Slipping to the floor Q pulled his knees to
his chest and wrapped his arms around them. Resting his head on his knees. Q
then headbutted them, continuing to berate himself for alienating his friend.

***** Reclaimed & The Gathering Storm *****
James paced the fairly clear path that ran between the two doors of the state
room, just a desk to skirt around when going from the dining area to the
lounge. The room plunged into darkness and James stopped at a black window.
They had entered Turkey several ago. A rattle of one door, Q passed through on
his way to the Information Centre. The other man's brief presence added to
James' sense of frustration and anger.

He had stopped acting like a slave which James wanted. However the other man
had become extremely withdrawn. His initial friendship with some of the mecs
had also abruptly ended. He would avoid eating with anyone. Hanging around his
room or the Information Centre. It was also becoming common for him to be
silent.

The black outside the windows ended and bright light returned to the room.
Outside the window. James could see the gorge and river he had landed in after
Moneypenny took her bloody shot.

Alec was sitting with U at his knee. The slave in his braver moments also
expressed his concern for Tom, Q. The last time Q had spoken or more precisely
screamed at him, was shortly after the end to the friendship with the mercs.
Where he had told them he wanted to be called Q. He refused to say why he hated
his old name so much, at least not to James.

The screeching of brakes announced they had passed the viaduct. Walking back,
along the train. Passing the galley, mess and cabins of the barracks car into
the first cargo carriages. James, Alec and Onatopp passed the small helicopter.

Jon and Robb were already opening the side door and lowering the ramp so the
Land Rover could be disembarked. With Alec overseeing the mercs. James dropped
down from the side door and gave in to the desire. Trotting back along the
tracks. He soon reached the end of the train. The viaduct a hundred yards or so
beyond.

Soon he was standing in the middle of the bridge looking down to the rushing
water below. It seemed so much higher now, the water shallower with plenty of
sharp rocks and running fast. Alec's voice interrupting the moment, “I knew you
had a though hide but, damn!”

When James looked to his lover. Alec was leaning over the bridge as well.
Dismissing the jumble of emotion James headed back to the train with Alec
catching up to him.

“I heard Q gave Jon the blow job of his life.” Alec said casually. James
ignored him.

“Imagine it. So desperate for physical contact you fuck over your straight
friend for a moment of it” Alec continued.

James just grunted. He knew Alec was making a dig at him. “He can fuck who he
wishes. Even us” James said.

Alec chuckled. “You don't get it. It is not about sex it is about the way he
wishes to be treated”

Alec could see the moment James started ignoring him. James couldn't understand
and Q was suffering for it. He had hoped James' jealousy would rear its ugly
head and would have become possessive of the other man. Alec in a fit of
foolishness, hadn't counted on James' utter, bloody minded, stubbornness.

Arriving back at the train. With the side door of the cargo truck sealed again.
They had to enter via the Information Centre. Q working away as they entered.

Alec couldn't help feeling concerned. Every keystroke was starting to sound
like a shot and the hacker was tapping away, fast. Even Boris had developed a
wariness of the man. And while every act Q had done could be justified and
respected. Alec though there was a ruthless, cold, depth to the slave. Others
had seen it if some of the gossip from the school had been anything to go by.
Ever since James refused to treat Q as a slave Alec had seen it coming forward
in his psyche. What Q had endured worried him, he truly didn't know what was
being held in check by the slave training.

With a command to Benjin the train lurched into motion again. Alec took one of
the hard metal chairs at a metal desk, near the door to the locomotive. James
returned to his agitated pacing as they approached their destination. James'
inability to be still was putting him on edge. Alec looked at the ceiling,
tracking the wires that went from a cabinet then up the wall and through a hole
in the ceiling, into the telecommunication equipment on the roof.

“Thank you Mr Bond. You have just fried that component”

Alec looked to Q who had not taken his eye off his screen. James standing
behind Q holding a circuit board. Slowly the chastised exDouble Oh placed the
large circuit board back where he found it.

Alec was definitely concerned. On the surface Q's remark was taut and rebuking.
Below, it was scathing, contemptuous and hurt. Obviously James had never stayed
long enough around one of his scorned woman as it didn't appear he noticed the
undertones.

Alec had had enough. He came round, to stand behind Q who was sitting on a
stool to work at his high counter. Noticing the lack of collar. Alec suspected
Q was not stupid enough to be without his Salve ID. If he was open to Alec's
plan, he would not say as such.

Kicking away the stool and pinning Q's head down. Drawing James and Boris'
attention. “That tone and no ID. I think your freedom is getting dangerous”
Alec whispered in Q's ear.

Alec felt Q relax and submit. “I'm sorry Master” Q automatically responded.
Alec heard the relief in the other man's voice.

Ignoring James' aggressive curiosity. Alec continued to whisper in the slave's
ear. “Get your collar, ID and get back here. I will teach you your place after
our guests have left” Alec said and pulled Q, throwing him towards the door
with a stumble.

Looking to James. Alec could see the other man was annoyed and confused. “He is
not happy and it's not much he wants” Alec said. James growled and continued
his pacing. If James wasn't going to give Q what he wanted Alec would. And
hopefully stop whatever was growing in the other man.

Alec righted the stool. Sitting where Q had been, with the two monitors in
front of him. Dozens of small windows. Some were simple file browsers another
was a web browser. It was the multitude of black windows with white text that
kept scrolling that Alec was worried about. Hoping he hadn't interrupted Q in
the middle of something important Alec waited.

Hearing the door rattle open. “What are you doing” Alec commanded. When he
turned his attention to Q. He saw the Slave had his collar on as commanded and
the small tag of the slave ID prominently displayed.

“I was researching M's historic decisions. Trying to understand how many she
had sacrificed, and the reasons behind her betrayal of those under her command”
Q answered. James looked up at Q's answer. It was Alec who demanded more
information.

Q felt at ease for the first time since returning from the school. One of his
Master's was asserting dominance and command and it was a comfort. His world
was starting to narrow to something manageable, to the man in front of him.

“There are more incidents than I can recount. From civilians like Electra King
who she left in the hands of a terrorist in the vain hope of gaining access to
the terrorist. Adam Lang, Mas... James' predecessor as Double Oh Seven, who she
let rot in a North Korean Jail. Choosing to think he had talked rather than
investigate a real leak in MI6. There is more and I was finding more and more”
Q said.

Flicking concerned eyes to James. Q stepped closer to Alec. Under the obvious
curiosity of James. Q pitched his voice so low, so only Alec would hear. “There
is something about Double Oh Nine, Peabody. I am concerned how Mas.. James will
react though”

Alec's phone interrupted them. “We will discuss that later” Alec said then
turned his attention to the phone. After getting the report from Jon and
Onatopp. Alec looked to James. “They're keeping their word. Only three waiting”

The train arrived at the freight yard. Alec followed James out of the door into
the Turkish sun. In front of them were two men and one woman. The taller man,
Rodriguez had changed from the photo Q had supplied. He was now a bottle blond
with straw like hair that looked like it would break if touched. He was of the
Mediterranean region but his olive skin was pasty white, he did not look well.
When he smiled his teeth were too uniform and white to be natural. Dressed in
cream jacket and a slightly darker cream trousers.

The dark haired rat faced one, James took an instant disliking to. Mostly
because he had killed a colleague and shot him. He was in a snakeskin print red
shirt under a black two piece suit.

After the experience they had gained, the woman was easily identifiable as a
slave. Perhaps not the same group which the Aurora School and Merovingian
belonged but they were not the only group in the world. In long figure hugging
deep red dress. Dark eyeliner and deep red lips. Her dark, thick and long hair
tumbled in a mass, over her shoulder drawing the eye to the plunging neckline
and ample cleavage.

The moment of meeting was tense. With everyone knowing who everyone was. The
ice breaker of introductions was stiff and forced. Alec invited Rodriguez and
his group onto the train. Q had left the Information Centre and only Boris
remand. Moving through to the next carriage. Q was standing by the dining
table.

For the meeting. It had been decided only Alec, James and Q would be present
along with the three of Rodriguez's group. Sitting down the six continued to
look at each other in the tense atmosphere.

Letting out a happy chuckling squeal. Like he was seeing a masterpiece for the
first time. Rodriguez kissed his finger and then threw the kisses to Q. “I have
been so eager to see you. For a long time” Rodriguez said to Q.

“Now you've seen him you can go” James drawled.

Chuckling at James comment. Rodriguez pulled out a small hard drive and place
it on the table. “Truly excellent work. A true master of your art. I see way M
was forced to make peace with Merovingian. Your encryption methodology is
spectacular”

Q was having trouble. All the praise that had been missing and even the
objectifying made him sing inside. Concentrating, he recognised the drive. He
had developed and built dozens for MI6. James too recognised the drive he had
almost died to retrieve.

Rodriguez focused on Q. Ignoring the growing hostility of James and the
curiosity of Alec. He already though Alec would be his reluctant ally. He
needed James he would be the decider for Alec and Q. And Q would be his weapon
against James, he knew fine well what was underneath and it thrilled him. The
slave would give into the darkest part of his own nature given the chance. “I
saw what you did to Madam Cain. Wonderful” Rodriguez said with a slight
chuckle.

Alec soured with what Q did to the woman who ran the school being common
knowledge. James still had not been told the full story of Q's time there. But
Alec had told him about Cain and how Q just seemed to shrug off the first
murder he had committed.

When Rodriguez's mirth subsided he continued. “I memorised your words,
disappointing you didn't get to finish, 'Olivia Mansfield will live on in
infamy. She will be the M that brought ruin to the nation. You will preside
over the ashes of MI6. The world, itself will shudder at your...' they struck
fear into M's heart. I whole heartedly agree. I wish to destroy M. Together we
can”

Rodriguez saw Alec was interested along with the Slave. “You still believe in
that old woman” Rodriguez accused James.

“Don't forget, pathetic love of country” James spat. Attempting to cover that
Rodriguez was right and deep down he still wanted to give her the benefit of
the doubt. Even after all she had done.

The only reason Alec had not acted against MI6 was because of James and his
affection for it. If it had been up to him he would have driven a boat up the
Thames and launched a mass rocket attack at point blank range. “Q. What's your
full and true your opinion” Alec commanded. He wanted Q to answer, and to
answer fully. It was time to destroy the last thought that M was noble.

The Slave ducked his head. He thought about it. Suppressing the salve answer of
following his Master's desire. He did as ordered. “I want to see her standing
on a pile of ashes, of everything she has built and protected”

James launched himself to his feet sending his chair flying. Going over to the
decanter he poured himself a drink.

When Q ducked his head lower he felt a hand land on his knee and was given a
squeeze. Looking up he got a brilliant smile from Alec. “Master” Q called to
James and the title stilled the man as much as the tone. “Why would Double Oh
Nine know I was called Q?”

James looked about. Alec was confused as were their guests. “He was a friend
who understood, when I was told you were killed” James said.

Q suspected as much. He flicked his eyes to Alec in warning before continuing.
“Peabody came to assassinate me. He mouthed the name Q. He knew me and he too
thought I was dead. Peabody vanished into the syndicate. M disavowed all
knowledge when he was captured...” Q trailed off not sure if he should
continue.

There was a soft sad smile from Master Alec. Q continued. “When Peabody refused
to speak, refused to say anything, do anything, even submit. He was sent to the
gladiators. He continued to refuse, this time, to become a gladiator. So he was
used in training. One after another, every training gladiator was sent against
him. He killed them all. Madam Cain then ordered Doctore, the head of the
trainers against him. Injured from a bullet wound when he was captured, then
exhausted and further injured from ten straight fights. Peabody was finally
killed by Doctore”

James paced like a caged lion. Throwing back his drink. Then launching the
glass at the wall. “You're all bloody mad. This will be public. The media like
a simple comic book villain, they don't do complex. If we do this we go from
complex, arms dealers, supplying groups most people can not even pronounce or
even care about. With motivations like freedom and real democracy and
independence for their countries. Free of interference just because the have
oil or something else someone wants. We do supply bastards as well, but they,
never mind them.”

James stopped his rant. Taking a deep calming breath, stilling all movement.
Taking on the mentality of a mission. Cold, hard, determination. Continuing in
controlled tones opposed to the almost panic of a moment ago. “ It will not
matter M turned on us and dozens of others. We will be simple bad guys for the
public and media to understand. We will be actively pursed for the rest of out
lives as the new face of terrorism”

Everyone understood. James had made his decision. He was stating the obvious
not trying to dissuade them. They were letting him rant.

“I have no desire to survive beyond my revenge” Rodriguez said interrupting the
silence. An offer to be the scapegoat.

“How selfless” James shot. Coming to sit James noticed Q looking at the hard
drive. “What is it with that thing” James demanded.

Q looked form the drive to James. “Mr Rodriguez hacked MI6 in an attempt to
decrypt the drive. M thought it was me so sent Double Oh Nine to kill me. From
then on Mr Rodriguez has been trying to get me in order to access the drive. It
contains all deep cover NATO agents. Two years out of date but some placements
are decades old and some are even generational. Fathers passing their duty on
to their sons”

James looked to Rodriguez “No! You are not exposing them”

A brief argument broke out between the two men.

“We don't need to expose all of them. There's always at least one who enjoys
their job too much. Doing far more than necessary to maintain their cover. Or
playing both sides” Q said.

“We're really doing this”Alec said in a deep purr. He had been dreaming of
going for M for a long time and now even James was opening up to the idea.

--

After the train had gotten underway, no one feeling safe with being still too
long. Rodriguez had said he preferred to go by Silva now, and everyone accepted
his choice. Only Silva, James, Alec and Q discussed the plan. Severine and
Patrice having been relegated to the Information Centre with Boris and Onatopp.
Coming up with the broad outline. Alec opened up the carriage and Onatopp
walked in with the others

Q returned to his and U's room. Imp and U were playing cards until their
masters called for them. “We have to pack. Mr Silva will be staying and Master
Alec has offered him this room”

The three Slaves packed quickly. Returning the room to a state in which a guest
could use it. After instructing U to dress as their master preferred them
clothed in company. They then transferred the belonging's to their master's
room. Passing the state room. Rodriguez made an appreciative sound almost like
a chuckle, his eyes caressing the nude Imp. His Mistress having no qualms about
keeping him nude all the time. But Q saw she sent a glance to Rodriguez, full
of her jealous and possessive hatred.

Q looked at their Master's bed. “It's going to be a tight squeeze” Q said to U.

“Are you a slave again?”

Giving him a hopeful smile Q nodded. “For Master Alec at least” Q said.

The master in question's voice suddenly sounded from the still open doorway.
“Leave us” Alec commanded. Imp and U moved to comply.

Dropping his head. Q stood with his hands behind his back and feet together.
Alec circling him in the small space of his room.

Feeling a tug on his Slave ID. Q tilted his head allowing easier access. “You
had this on you all the time” Alec said and Q knew it was not a question.

“Thank you Master” Q said.

“Be prepared. The other one is capable but doesn't have your enthusiasm” Alec
purred and grasped an arse cheek possessively.

“U is just unsure of himself and I'm always prepared Master.”

With a growl Alec grasped the collar of Q's shirt and sent him to the bed.
Clamping a hand on the back of the Slave's neck. Alec wormed an arm around the
front of Q's trousers opening the belt and popping the button.

With Q bent over the end of the bed and his trousers down. Alec unzipped his
own fly and pulled out his aching erection. Just as he pulled out Q's buttplug,
Alec leaned over him. “I missed this. You're not getting away again”

Q felt the cock enter him as only a possessive master could. “Yes Master, thank
you”

Finishing. Alec pulled out and giving the wonderful arse a playful slap.
Zipping up his trousers Alec went to see his guest. Leaving the unsatisfied
slave to clean himself up.

Q stood looking down at his ignored erection. Pearly precum leaking out. He had
been used and Q couldn't feel happier. With a happy bounce Q entered the
bathroom. Carefully he washed. As it was his Master's choice if he was to cum
or as in this case not. Q avoided stimulating his erection.

Dressing. A lingering pleasant ache reminding him his master truly wanted him.
Q had a bit of trouble stuffing his still hard cock into his trousers and it
caused an obvious bulge.

Stepping into the living area everyone seemed to look at him. “Happy!” Silva
purred. James seemed a little off. Q felt his smile dropping with the scrutiny.
The lost feeling from the previous weeks returning. Then James snapped his
finders and indicated the floor beside him.

Q's smile returned the moment James put his hands into his hair. Guided to lay
his cheek against his Master's thigh. Q lost himself in the caresses his Master
was giving him. “Thank you Master”

--

Well fucked, six times in all. Passed between his masters and ordered to put on
a show with U, always the bottom and still wonderfully sore. With a dopey grin
Q shuffled his way under the covers. U was already at work on James' cock so Q
concentrated on Alec's. Bringing his master to orgasm Q waited for him to wake
and further relieve himself. Sliding out of bed he was joined by U.

They looked at each other. It was a bit strange for U. He had been looking
after Master James for mouths and Alec weeks. Q was the more senior slave and
there was a subtle power struggle between them.

Q nodded to the lightly dozing masters as he headed to the bathroom. Q went
through his morning routine. He then dressed in the simple trousers and shirt.
Coming out he saw U had prepared their master's clothes for the day.

Alec was the first up and U took him to get washed. Q headed out going to the
barracks car. As they had guests he had ordered a formal breakfast. Shuttling
serving dishes of food, pots of coffee and tea.

On one of his runs Severine stepped out of Silva's room. Patrice having been
sent to bunk in the barracks car. James still not trusting the Assassin's
presence.

“Are you a slave... Madam?” Q asked hesitating over how to address her. Unsure
as she did not bare the usual identifying marks of the Syndicate. Pulling up
her sleeve she showed him the tattoo on her wrist. “I was bought from the Macau
sex house I was born in” she said.

Q wasn't sure on Silva's policy of sharing his slave. But he gave the warnings
and advice anyway. “Avoid Theon. He has no discretion, barebacked the cheapest
prostitute in a whorehouse on a dare. Robb is decent enough, he might ask. Jon
is really nice, probably won't even ask. Rickon and Bran were lovers, so
wouldn't be interested. The women are straight so will also be uninterested”

When they entered the barracks car. Q pointed out those he had been talking
about. Picking up the final load. On the return Severine whispered to him.
“Silva likes people to be afraid of him. Has no real interest in me. I'm just a
honeypot and agent for him. He lets Patrice play with me, when he wants to be
alone. You should be careful, from the moment he learned of you he has desired
you”

Thanking her for the warning Severine helped him lay the table in preparation.

Severine went to get her master while Q knocked on Onatopp's door. Hearing a
command to enter Q slid the door open. Keeping his head bowed. He refused to
look at the sight of Imp on his back, legs wide apart, being pegged, moaning
for more. Onatopp giving short sharp thrusts. The woman pulled her long hair
off her face. “What” she purred, not breaking her tempo.

“Breakfast, Madam” Q answered. A subtle glance to Imp who was very much like
himself or U when their masters fucked them. For the first time Q wondered
about Fembom and that it may not be as bad as his experience dictated.

Then Q noticed Onatopp was deliberately stalling, wanting an audience. So Q
stopped hiding and lifted his eyes. The black leather belts going round
Onatopp's wast and thighs keeping the Dildo in place as she fucked her slave.
She purred and Q flicked up his eyes, meeting Onatopp's. There was a sultry
smile, “Dismissed, unless you wish to be next”

Leaving them. Q knocked on the next door. Announcing breakfast to the other IT
specialist. He got a sleepy disgruntled response.

Closing the door he met Silva in the narrow corridor. The pale hand reached for
him. Q had been touched by many, some the worst humanity had to offer. If there
had been a sense that made him want to recoil. It was now so damaged that it
was in essence gone. Neither encouraging or dismissing the touch, “Dose Sir
wish for something?”

“You” Silva purred moving to stroke along Q's chin. Purring, soft and
sensually, “We could have been great. Together we could have ruled the world. I
would have given you all you could ever desire”

“Unfortunately Sir. That request must be addressed to my Masters.” Q said. The
closest he came to disgust now, a gratitude his masters had reclaimed him. Or
Silva's desire to take him would have been very tempting after the hell of
isolation over the past few weeks.

The rattle of a door and Onatopp stepped out and glared at Silva. “Go” Onatopp
ordered him and Q ducked out of Silva's touch and entered the state room.

Entering the living area Q found his place beside Alec and sat down. Imp
following him, had been given a pair of leather trousers and a tight vest to
wear. A clear indication his Mistress didn't like their guests and didn't want
Imp on display.

“Something wrong” Alec asked. The Slave's green eyes flicked to him in
curiosity, “Nothing master”

Putting his suspicion down to the guests and his rampant paranoia. Silva an
ally Alec understood but didn't trust.

Silva arrived with Severine on his heels. Suddenly Onatopp screeched, loud and
in Russian. Q was still not fully fluent but over his time had become familiar
with Onatopp waking up Boris. She arrived followed by an unwashed Boris.

--

After whatever brief conversation he had with Onatopp. Silva was careful not to
offend his hosts. Although Onatopp openly disliked him intently and made no
attempt to be civil to him. There had been no further attempts to proposition
him. They were now beginning to implement the plan. Silva would only stay for a
little while more.

Q pushed away from his computer. His eyes were sore and his brain was turning
to mush. Standing Q cursed his own expertise. He could not decrypt the the hard
drive. He could either do it by remote but alert MI6 to what he was doing, just
like Silva had tried. Or they could take the drive to one of MI6's satellite
stations and decrypt it there. MI6 would know the station was assaulted but Q
was sure he could cover what they were doing. But M would not let an assault on
a station lie and a Double Oh might be on them before they were ready.

Walking back along the train Q entered the barracks car. He almost didn't
notice the person sitting at the dining table beyond the kitchen. Crushing down
on the first thought of pretending he didn't see the man. Q stepped through the
kitchen doorway. “I truly am sorry. I was lonely and I took advantage of a
moment of weakness” Q said.

Jon shrugged off the apology. “It's not you. It's everything. I want to retire
and settle down but I know it is impossible and Arya loves this unsettled life.
I will not leave her in it”

Taking his tea Q sat at the table at a fair distance from the other man. He
didn't bring up the identity he had created. It hurt a little but if the man
didn't have faith in his abilities no amount of talking would change that.

“You're back with them” Jon said with a small smile playing on his lips. Q
didn't know why he blushed but could feel his cheeks heat as he nodded and
returned the smile.

With Q back with his bosses and safely off limits. “Shame, it was a bloody good
blow job” Jon teased.

With a teasing smile of his own. Q gave the other man a leer. “No it wasn't. I
went easy on you”

Jon snorted as he shifted uncomfortably. A sudden rattle of a door further down
the carriage drew their attention. Severine appeared, nude. A lock of black
hair falling over a shoulder and resting against a full breast, the rest down
her back. The deep, slightly olive skin covered in light bruises and bites but
only from the neck down. Jon surged to his feet and Severine stilled, taking on
a seductive expression. A slight tilt to her hips and aching her back, pushing
out her chest. Preparing for whatever the approaching man wanted.

“Jon” Q called softly. He too had stood and was coming round the table. Going
to Jon and guiding the well meaning man away from the hurting Slave. Giving a
hidden gesture, continuing to back away from Severine allowing her to pass
through.

Jon rounded on him in righteous anger. When Jon had exhausted his sentiment,
falling silent after calling Q 'cold', 'uncaring' and many more. Q lifted his
head from its bowed position to look the other man in the eye. Letting all the
historic pain and humiliation show, “I have been in her position. More times
than I care to count. Like Imp, U and myself, she had to learn to recover and
carry on. Let her”

Jon did not understand. He left without a word. Q shook his head and took his
tea back to the Information Centre. After about half an hour of not being able
to think about anything other than Severine and his own history. The first time
he saw Imp, their Mistress and Tiger had come out of the play room and Imp had
been shuffling towards the closest servants door. For U, he had been thrown out
after being used and abused by a rather poor member of the Syndicate. Who had
gone into politics so he could remain useful and partake as a guest, of the
slaves he couldn't personally afford.

In his previous household there was an understandings. If a person could walk
they were given what dignity they wanted. For some it meant, those they were
closest to would be told and they would go help.

For others, who liked to put themselves back together alone. They were left, no
one would ask or even acknowledge. Someone would run interference with well
meaning slaves or distracting their master or other servants. Q had suspected,
like himself Severine was part of the later group. “Perhaps Jon was right” Q
said to the empty room wondering if he had been wrong.

Returning to his masters. Tapping the door in warning before sliding it open.
Removing his clothes he slipped in beside James. He was then pulled over James
to lay in the middle of the bed, between James and U. It had been a common
position. James always closest to the door and a gun within easy reach. Ever
since Silva and Patrice had arrived.

“Master” Q called into the darkness. As expected no one was sleeping well while
their guests were here.

“Can we keep Severine” Q asked. Alec made half aware comment on her not being
Q's type. However both listened to his concern for her.

“Yes” James answered. With Alec giving a more pragmatic, “We will try”

“Master” Q muttered brushing his nose under James' chin. Not sure how the man
would take what he was about to say. “Mr Silva said he desired me. If I attend
him. I might be able to persuade him to sell Severine”

His master sat up dislodging him. Q cringed, sitting up as well and keeping his
eyes down. The Slave the other side was trembling. And Master Alec pulled the
slave against him. James yanked the pull cord switching on the crystal
chandelier wall-lamp above the bed. “I'm Sorry Master”

The silence was becoming oppressive. A finger tip touched his chin and Q looked
up. There was a weighing look as his Master's blue eyes studied him. “You would
do that for a person you just met?”

There was a slave concept that had been drummed into him. That his body was not
his, he had no say or control. Pride, dignity, shame these were things he no
longer possessed. Even self preservation was not a thing he was aware of. When
he tried to tell his masters that, when he first arrived James had not reacted
well. “My Masters are my world, in everything. By my Master's will, there is
nothing I wouldn't do. Order it and I would even forgive M, to her face if you
desire”

James let his hand drop. Q's worried, frightened eyes continued to look at him.
When he had seen Q enter the state room looking happy after Alec had obviously
fucked him. He had thought that it was just a kink or something. Everyone had
one. In that moment he would prefer to indulge Q than be separate from him.
Here and now, starting to understand this wasn't a kink. Q was fucked up in
ways he couldn't even imagine. 'No wonder he imploded in their absence if he
got all self worth from them' James tough.

Looking to his Lover, comforting U. All that James could see of the other slave
was the back of his head, face pressed between the scarred left arm and scarred
chest of Alec. Hiding from the tense atmosphere. “It's nothing we haven't done.
I slept with Persephone and you Merovingian and that was just the latest
adventure” James said.

Bursting out laughing. James couldn't hold his mirth. Not even if he had
slapped Alec with a wet fish could the man have looked any less shocked.

“Who is going to talk to Silva” Alec announced, cutting through James'
chuckling.

Getting out of the bed. “I will” James said. Pulling open an inbuilt cupboard.
From the bottom he pulled out a holdall and unzipped it. Finding the small box
he was looking for he tossed it at the slave still in the bed. “Stay safe”
James ordered. Holding the packet of condoms, Q scrambled up. James pulling on
a dressing gown.

“No” James ordered when Q made to dress. Following his master down the
carriage. He knocked. There was shuffling and low indistinct Spanish.

The door slid open and Severine was there in a black silk dressing gown. Q
could just see the bruises peeking out, near the neckline. Remembering there
were more under the draping thin material. Her eyes slid to him. It was now the
second time she had seen him nude but he was far cleaner this time.

“I'm here to discuss something with Silva” James purred giving the female slave
a seductive once over.

Stepping in, the small twin cabin was a little cramped with four. James sat on
U's bed, reclining back and crossing his legs so Silva didn't get an eyeful, up
his dressing gown. Silva sat poised, perched on the very edge of the opposite
bed and back perfectly straight. Dressed in metallic grey pyjamas.

Q stood in a formal stance, head bowed, hands behind his back and legs
together. Severine was beside him. Q felt Silva's eyes caress him as many had
done before.

“What are you offering Mr Bond” Silva purred and shifting forward. His knees
almost touching James', taking in the deep V made by the man's dressing gown.
The tanned skin with light smattering of hair. And licking his lips.

James gave a seductive smile. “You have already offered to be the scapegoat. We
have started to grow concerned for Severine and her future. Would you be open
to an offer?” Slowly James slid his eyes to the naked slave in the submissive
stance.

“It would be my pleasure to serve” Q said softly.

When James looked back to Silva there was a very closed expression on his face.
The expression slowly relaxed and Silva leaned forward, brushing a finger up
the inside of his crossed leg. The small hairs sticking up with the caress from
his shin to his knee. “One last moment of pleasure for the condemned man?”
Silva purred in a soft drawl

“Something like that.” James purred back, giving more of a rumble rather than
Silva's drawl.

“Severine my dear. Meet your new Master”

For the first time. James dropped the charade. Fixing Silva with a hard
threatening look. “You may not hurt him. Condoms are non negotiable.”

“Of course”

Q stayed and watched his master stand. “Go with” Silva ordered and Severine
followed James out.

--

Standing at his workstation. With a sense of pride Silva brushed the nape of
his neck. After their first night together Q could tell the man was infatuated
with him. The hand brushed down his bare back and cupped his arse. The other
hand was pointing to his screen. Warm and soft Silva's voice brushed his ear as
he whispered, “If we use the remote method to decrypt the drive. We could use
any computer in the building, say Mommy's for example”

Q turned his head. Nuzzling the man's neck and pressing his lips to it. “That
is a wonderful idea Sir” And Q wasn't just saying that. Silva was smart and
devious and they shared an opinion on M. If felt so nice to exercise it rather
than submitted to master James on the matter.

When he pulled back. Q noticed something rather strange like the cheekbone was
broken and moved slightly.

Looking about. Q noticed the shutters were down. Boris was nowhere to be seen
but he had become uncomfortable since Q pitched up nude, with Silva beside him
and pawing at him all day.

“Would sir care for refreshment?”

“Yes”

Like the Information Centre. The State Room was empty. Q went to the decanter
and pored a whisky. Retuning it to Silva he then headed to the Barracks Car.
Seeing light spill through the serving hatch and a low voice. Looking through,
Severine and Jon at the far end of the table. She was hunched down and holding
her hands in her lap. Jon was trying to comfort her.

“Hello” Q called. Severine snappy her attention to him. Standing she came to
the galley door with Jon behind her.

“How is, Raoul?”

Again Q was taken by the differences. Sometimes she seemed to be a slave like
himself, U or Imp and others it was like she wasn't a slave at all. Even when
his masers turned their backs on him, he could call them by their names but
always thought of them as his master.

“He is smart and charming. He tells these stories...” Q trailed off, Severine
looked rather startled but then she had warned him Silva liked people to be
afraid of him. However Severine didn't have two Double Oh for masters and
wondered how Silva would treat him if he didn't have them.

“You're with that monster” Jon spat, “Alec lets you be with that freak?”

“It was the deal. Raoul gets Q while he is here and I will be transferred to
Alec and James when the mission is over” Severine said to the man behind her.

“A trade?”

“Sir... Jon, please understand. Sex, our bodies we no longer view them as ours
they belong to our masters.” Q said.

The man was shaking his head in denial. Severine took his hand and led him back
to the table.

Fixing the light meal. Q returned to the darkened sitting room. Kneeling beside
the man he was serving. A hand started stroking his hair. “Take one” Silva
ordered and indicated the sandwiches that had been brought.

When they entered the cabin. Q stripped Silva, just like his did the masters.
Giving a kiss as each area of skin was revealed. “Stay” Silva ordered and
entered the attached shower room.

Kneeling between the beds. Q waited for the man to return. Wondering why the
man showered alone. He had refused help that morning as well.

When Silva stepped out. He would have been magnificent in his prime. His frame
looked like it should be carrying strong muscles now he looked a little sunken
like a slightly deflated balloon. Q looked up, his eyes lingering a moment on
the darker skinned cock and low hanging balls with a thatch of black pubic hair
around them. Giving a hopeful smile.

Then man dropped to a knee and reaching out and cupped his cheek. “I lost many
men in trying to get you. I would have so loved getting to properly know you”
Silva purred and kissed him. Feeling a brush of tongue Q opened his mouth.
Feeling the other man explore. When Q tired to respond Silva pulled back.

The automatic slave response was to accept Silva didn't want him to respond to
the kiss and didn't want to see him in the bathroom and preferred kisses to his
right cheek. But what made Q a good slave he knew what his partner needed and
could override the slave response while keeping the motivation. Caressing the
left cheekbone, “Sir, is there something wrong.”

There was a chuckle with no humour only pain. Q had made the same at noise as
times because if he didn't laugh he would cry or scream and never stop.

Silva backed away a bit and sat. Q watched as he reached into his mouth and the
skin on the side of his face bulge then collapse. Pulling out a thing that
looked like a massive gum shield. The slurred hissing voice came from the man
with a sunken face. “The cyanide failed. It damaged the tissue and my captors
were able to save me”

Q smiled, softly. There was something in the man, a kindred spirit type of
thing. Leaning forward, Silva tensed. Q had to lean on his hands to close the
distance. Pressing his lips to the sunken cheek. “Sir is quite handsome. His
war wounds do not diminish that”

Replacing the prosthetic. “You are a good liar” Silva said.

Standing, “I will not dispute sir but I believe what I said.” Q said offering
his hand to the man and guiding him to the bed.

--

A clunking woke Q, the shutters on a daylight switch. The low morning light lit
the room. It was a little cramped in the narrow bed. Q was lying on the man's
broad chest. Dragging a finger over the fake cheekbone. Hatred bubbled up in
him. Silva, James and Alec, their marks of M's betrayal were on the outside and
the inside. For Q it was all on the inside. “I hate her”

The chest under him moved in a silent snort of amusement. “I know.”

“My master's will is law. If Master James told be to forgive her I would. But
I'm not sure if I really could or if the hate would go so deep down. I feel
there in my mind, it's scary” Q mumbled. He had never talked like this to
anyone however he thought the Silva might understand. Alec he also though would
understand but like himself it was buried so deep, mostly for James' an now U's
benefit.

The eyes cracked open. Free of the blue contacts the left eye was almost milky
white with the right being a dark brown. “You can forgive her when she is dead”

“I would rather forget she ever existed. Perhaps I could erase every record of
her. Wipe Olivia Mansfield from history then when the last person who knew her
dies she will be gone forever”

“Good boy” Silva purred and patted his head. “Thank you Sir”

--

It was now the point where they were about to separate. Jon was not happy about
Severine going back with Silva. “Patrice doesn’t touch her” James growled at
Silva. He answered with a bowing nod.

Jon was with them as they saw their guests off. He had calmed down with the
prospect of Severine returning after the operation.

--

Returning to his master's room on the first night after Silva had gone. Q bowed
his head and took the formal stance. “Well” James demanded.

“Masters thank you for letting me secure Severine. While Silva was kind,
considerate and even a kindred spirit to me. I know the cruelty he can do and I
know I was only safe because of you, my Masters”

James was stumped. Half the time he was worried Silva was hurting Q the other
half was worried Q would wish to remain with the man. He had seen how Q acted
and reacted. The times when the two would work in the Information Centre it was
like watching lovers on a date. “You did this just for Severine?”

“Yes master”

“You weren't tempted by him at all?” Alec said

Looking between them. Q could see they wanted a better answer than the simple
'No Master'

“If you didn't want me, I would have most likely gone with, so you wouldn't
have to see me. But you claimed me and are my Masters, and everything to me and
I am pleased to be of service, my Masters”

He was pulled against James' chest and held tight. “Of course we bloody want
you” Then he was squashed with Alec the other side.

--

It was a few weeks later when it was their turn to leave the train. Jon
demanding to come so he could see Severine again and Arya following for an
adventure. Onatopp and Boris were going to act as Janus in their absence.

Trucks took them from the St Petersburg depot to an airfield. Alec and James
lead the way up the rear ramp of the propeller driven transport plane. Q, U,
Jon and Arya followed. Every available space was filled with cargo. Q had a
wondrous view of a wooden box directly in front of him. It gave a familiar view
to how he usually travelled as a slave. The seats ran like a bench in a single
line along the fuselage. Jon one side and U the other. U had been given the
choice of staying on the train in relative safety. He flat out refused. His
place was with his masters, no matter the danger. Q grasped his hand, thankful
for his presence.

The plane landed with a jarring bump. Arya shouted up to the cockpit
complaining to James and Alec. They either couldn't hear or ignored her
criticism. The rear hatch was lowered. A man with dark and greying hair was
waiting for them. James' predecessor as Double oh seven greeted them. “Welcome
to England” Adam Lang said.

“I never thought I'd ever return” Alec said with Q and James also thinking the
same.

***** Skyfall Part 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     A slight change in POV for the next couple of chapters.
     Warning: Some NCS/torture in this one and references to cannibalism.
     A note on the previous chapter. I originally cut a few scenes with Q
     and Silva to make the chapter a bit more stream lined. But I think it
     works better with them. If you wish to read them they starts just
     after Jon, Q and Severine meet in the mess hall. Or there is a
     summery below.
     With permission from his masters. Q spent his time with Silva while
     he was on board in exchange for Severine. There is also a bit about
     why James accepted Q back as a slave after Alec reclaimed him(he
     starts to figure out slavery isn't a submissive kink for Q). And Q
     finds a familiar darkness in Silva. I tried to make it Silva could be
     a friend but ultimately Q was letting Silva have what he wanted to
     get Severine out of his clutches. Also a tiny mention of Jon and
     Severine.
Skirting around the outer edge of E Branch. A large communal area with with M's
private office at the front of the building, an internal window looking out
over the branch. Tanner's office, also private but his at the side of the room.

Tapping on M's door and opening it. The silver haired woman looked at him and
sat back.”So Mr Tanner. What has been going on in the world?”

Standing at the internal window. That also acted as a projector and computer
interface. The Chief of Staff was going through the daily summaries of
intelligence. Then coming to the only one to cause concern because a sudden
change always looked suspicious. “An odd report about Janus group. Unconfirmed
rumours of ship mounted rocket launchers being smuggled in”

“Are they moving their operation here” M asked. Although one of eastern Europe
most prolific weapons merchants they had done little to attracted her
attention. Although they had a few run ins with the CIA.

“Reports they have allied themselves with the Syndicate” Tanner said skipping
to the relevant section of the inelegance, the only other recent change the
execution of their St Petersburg agent and an embedded MI6 agent who got caught
up in the cull of the group of mercenaries. There was no suspicion the man had
been compromised, just a bit of bad timing and worse luck. A bit disappointing
for MI6 as they had set up an opportunity to finally get images of the two men
who ran the group. Finding what he was looking for, “Over the past few months.
They have been supplying weapons to Syndicate members throughout Europe.
Nothing too suspicious, assault rifles, small arms, and a working Russian WWI
artillery cannon to a collector”

M wasn't too concerned, the Slavers themselves were not her problem. They had
no interest in world domination or hurting the country as a whole. It was their
way of life that they protected.  Those that threatened it, the Syndicate
tended to deal with on their own. In order to protect themselves from fall out.

“Look into it” M ordered. If it was a member of the syndicate being paranoid
she could over look it or even talk to them. If it was someone else she will
have to interfere.

--

M looked up from her desk as the Double Oh entered. After a disastrous start
she had gained a cold determination which had improved her tremendously. All it
took was royally fucking up, killing the wrong person, letting the right person
go and loosing the only copy of the most sensitive information Britain had. Now
she never hesitated to pull the trigger and if she missed she pulled it again.

Taking in the bruises and cuts marking the dark skin and the swollen lip. M
smiled at her. “Excellent work Double Oh Seven” M said.

“Ma'am” Eve responded. M hid her internal cringe, she liked ma'am as in ham or
even ma'am as in palm but not the common pronunciation of mum. At least it
wasn't ma'am with the pronunciation of an 'r' making it sound more like farm.

M was quite impressed. The Double Oh had taken out a people trafficking
operation, specialising in smuggling terrorists amongst the genuine asylum
seekers. Little collateral damage, no great expense or diplomatic incident for
her to clean up. Yes M was impressed by Moneypenny's conduct. A true credit to
the Double Ohs.

After giving her the ceremonial debrief, getting 007 to justify her decisions
in the field. When Eve had justified everything and M was sure she wasn't just
running about shooting people at will. M closed the folder, pulled out her side
drawer and perused her collection of rubber stamps. A little torment for
Moneypenny before she got to see how M would classify the mission.

'Mission:Complete' indicating the mission was over and the the requirements had
been met.

There was also the rather humiliating 'Mission:Closed' meaning the mission was
unable to be completed and could not be continued.

'Mission:Failed' If the the operative survived the mission they didn't usually
survive in MI6. So far James Bond had been the only one. A slight twinge of
loss when M brushed the stamp and thought about the man. He had been one of her
favourites. A bit of a dinosaur that reminded her of the old classic Operative
she met when she first started at MI6. When men were misogynistic and women
tended to come only in 'damsel in distress' or secretary. She had enjoyed those
days where she was in the figurative secretary classification with the added
title of battle axe meaning the men were intimidated and never flirted with
her. Back when she had to fight, honing her iron will as she did so. She never
let it show but she had not been immune to Bond's charm.

There was the 'Mission:Aborted' That one could end neutrally or in humiliation
depending what caused the Abort.

Quickly M pulled out a plastic rectangle and pressed it to the front of the
folder. 'Mission: Accomplished' appeared red ink, M then signed the space
inside the red border, confirming she had closed the missions with the correct
classification. She saw Double Oh Seven sag in relief at the most prestigious
and rarely used of the stamps.

Signing the other paperwork. “Standard down time. Have fun Double Oh Seven.”
Said to Moneypenny. Then with a nod and a sharp, “Dismissed” M returned to her
work.

--

M was striding down the halls of the Foreign Office. Coming to the office of
Gareth Mallory a low ranked minister that she had been palmed off on. Ever
since Istanbul they had been trying to unseat her and had failed.

If it had not been for the phone that she had supplied to GCHQ for independent
testing. She would have been out on her ear. No one had been able to break the
encryption. Not even when GCHQ quietly passed the phone to America for them to
waist there even more considerable resources on.

It had been a point of pride. When at the at the committee she had presented
the correspondence with the NSA and proof of both their and GCHQ's failings to
break the encryption. They were now in negotiation to share the encryption
technology with America. The only down side, its inventor was now no longer at
her disposal.

When M was called into Mallory's office she was offered a cognac. Accepting the
drink they went through the issues facing MI6 and the country. Giving the
official notification on the state of the Security. The meeting came to an end.
M exited the meeting her decision vindicated.


Tanner pulled her door open as M reached the car. With the waisted time of the
car journey. Tanner started the daily briefing. “I spoke with a representatives
of Adam Sutler. Janus has joined the Syndicate however they refused to sell to
anyone in the UK. Apparently Ourumov was executed because he was working behind
Janus' back. Given Janus refuses to do anything in the UK the reported
smuggling might not be them at all” Tanner's phone started ringing.

Looking to the Chief of Staff, his stressed tone of voice enough of a warning.
“Q Branch. We're being hacked. Someone is trying to decode the hard drive”
Tanner informed and then started barking orders into the hand set.

“GET US BACK TO BASE” M snapped at the driver.

The car's siren started to sound as it accelerated. The Motorbike escort
following also screeching out the warning to other road users.

“Find the real source“ Tanner snapped into this phone then looked to her with
an edge of fear in his eyes. “Q Branch has traced the source to your office.
They're getting the Agent names. The building's safety protocols are engaging.
All non essential personnel are evacuating”

Suddenly M and Tanner lurched forward as the car slammed on it's brakes. “What
the Hell..” M trailed off seeing the car and escorting motorbikes stuck in the
traffic jam around them.

Opening her door M stepped out. They were half way across the bridge spanning
the Thames. MI6 loomed on the far side, pale, yellow and ominous with it's
concealed black sections distorting the actual shape.

As Tanner came up beside her one of the concealed sections uncovered to reveal
an air to ground rocket launcher placement. The placement coordinating with the
radar system to identify, track and destroy a threat to the building.

Suddenly the Executive branch windows blew out. Like the mouth of an a dragon
her rounded outer window erupted in a belching fire ball. The rocket launcher
was still moving on the corner of the building, finding its target.

A grinding of metal draw M's attention to the low wide boat that had just
passed under the bridge. It was an old and rusting coal barge. Square cargo
compartments on the deck, the tops covered by blue plastic tarpaulin. The
tarpaulin was pulling back and big grey metal boxes were raising up.

M had seen the boxes before. They were usually mounted on a the deck of a ship
and contained dozens of missiles each. With dread she noticed the set of the
missile houses were aimed towards MI6.

M felt Tanner grab her and start pulling her along as he ran. Another set of
hands grabbed her shoulders. Her bodyguard encouraging her to move faster.

Defining screeches filled the air. Thrusters igniting. The barge released it's
payload towards the building. MI6's defences able to lock onto the intense heat
signature, responded in kind. Explosions ripped the air with deafening sounds
and shook the bridge.

The bodyguard shoved her down and against a car. The weight of her bodyguard
covering her. Looking out of the covering embrace. M couldn't see much, apart
from just ahead of her. Tanner was pulled into a protective ball huddling
against a car. Arms around his head.

A yellow chuck of concrete landed between her and Tanner, shattering as it hit
the ground. Then more and more. The body covering her jolted then went
ominously relaxed and started to crush down on her. Then something hit Tanner
and he fell to the ground. He was twitching and slowly pulling himself into a
protective ball again.

When the rubble stopped falling. M noticed something else, paper was falling
like confetti. M pushed off the bodyguard noticing a brick embedded in the back
of his head. Tanner was carefully picking himself up. His left arm was being
cradled as it dripping blood.

Looking around. Those who could, had picked up the falling pieces of paper and
were looking at her. M was familiar with propaganda shells. The mentality of
them she never quite understood. Telling people way they were being killed and
them knowing there was nothing they themselves did to deserver it and could do
even less to stop it.

Tanner picked up one of the flyers and held it out to her. It was a picture, a
bannered motif with her in the centre, the now destroyed MI6 as a crown. 'Think
on your sins' was the banner beneath.

M looked about. The barge had sunk. MI6, only the two outer sided remained,
like a giant apple corer had cut a path going from front to back. The side
walls were starting to cave into the centre and would soon be a pile of rubble.

“This one is different” Tanner said handing her another flyer.

'You will preside over the ashes of MI6' M was furious she remembered that
quote. “BASTARDS!” M snapped. M's moment of fury was interrupted by a shout
from further down the bridge then lurched as one of the supports started to
give way. She was running to get back onto solid ground. The bridge starting to
collapse.

--

In the old bunker M's lead was not looking as promising. The quote from Ben
Coulter was only one of those present. The photos as well, when sat side by
side you could tell they were from different times.

She was youngest in the photos of the 'Think On Your Sins'

She was oldest in the 'You Will Preside Over The Ashes Of MI6'

There was ones labelled, 'Take The Bloody Shot' A reference to James Bond.
'Five Minutes', familiar but M couldn't place it. There was over a dozen. M
could not remember most of the quotes.

One of the few she could remember was the last time MI6 at Vauxhall Cross was
targeted. A picture of her with MI6 as the crown. A prominent hole in the
crown, referencing the King murder which occurred in MI6. 'Acceptable Damage'
and a small picture of Electra King from her kidnapping.

M had put a higher value on getting the kidnapper and manipulated Elektra's
father into negotiating the price in order to stall the Kidnapper. Giving, the
then Double Oh Two time to get to Renard before he disappeared again.

“Bugger” M snapped. Her first lead being buried under a mass of similar events
but it was all she had to go on. And Ben Coulter did have the skill to dig all
this up.

“Double Oh Seven” Tanner said.

M looked up and saw the Double Oh entering E branch, being retrofitted. She was
making her way through the chaos of people and desks being set up on the old
tube station.

Going to the partition, separating her office from the rest of the Executive
Branch. M hammered the glass wall and waved Moneypenny in. This was not a time
for graceful elegance. It was a time for determined force.

Dismissing Tanner. M commanded Eve to sit. Handing Eve two folders. Both
heavily redacted. Not even a Double Oh got to see everything. The one on
Merovingian was more complete. Listing him as an ally and informer. There was
no attempt to hide who or what Merovingian was.

The folder on Ben Coulter was little more than a picture. All reference to him
being a burned employee censored. His name listed as Ariel and a slave of
Merovingian.

“You are to meet Merovingian. If Ariel is with him and secure you are to
return. However if Ariel is not in his possession. You are to find out who has
him, kill Merovingian and his wife, find Ariel and eliminate him and whoever
has him” M ordered.

“Yes Ma'am” Eve responded and walked out.

'mum again' M thought. Watching the woman go.

--

The industrial printer was almost defining, tracks running all about the large
room. The latest issue of The Guardian whizzing round the tracks as it was
brought to completion.

Picking up the first issue. Eddy scanned the newspaper for errors in the
printing process. No Articles overlapped, all colours were present nothing
seemed amiss.

About to put the paper back on the pile he noticed the front page of the one in
his hand and the front page of the most recent print were not the same. The
latest instalment form the bombing of MI6 had been changed.

The more recent print had an article about MI6's director. Stopping the presses
as they couldn't have discontinuity in the issues. Eddy went to the computer
that controlled the press. The first print was correct and the later prints
were wrong. After several minutes of not being able to find the problem he
called in IT.

An hour later the IT Technician was in a blazing row with the Editor. The
Technician couldn't find the problem and the Editor couldn't go to print with a
false article on their front page.

Eddy's phone started ringing. Pulling out the device he answered and lifted it
to his ear. It was someone who had worked for him. Now he worked for Tomorrow a
vile muck raker. “We have a gremlin in the works. The front page, we can't
print more than one without an article about the MI6 Director. No matter what
we do, we get one correct print then one of the articles gets replaced.”

Hanging up Eddy called a few others he knew. Looking to the editor and called
his attention. “We are not the only ones. The FT has an article about Mansfield
attacking Russia. The Sun has an Article about her cooperating with people
traffickers. The Telegraph has an article on her ordering an act of war. I'm
hearing every front page, of every paper is being affected”

The editor looked at the article. Opportunities ran rampant. He knew the
article was true but breached the Official Secrets Act and he would never be
allowed to print it. With other papers deciding what to do, they couldn't go to
the news stands without a front page. And some definitely wouldn't risk
embarrassing the government. It would be an end to his career but it would be a
thing to go out on.  “Add a disclaimer and cite the hacker as source. Let it
print” The Editor ordered.

--

M sat in Mallory's office. This time the upcoming committee was for show. She
was being fired. Mallory didn't use those words and offered her a prestigious
honour. It all sounded like a knackers yard to her. “You had a good run. Better
than most” Mallory attempted to console.

MI6 and the overwhelming desire to protect the nation had been her life so
long. The prospect of being forced out in humiliation after all the good she
had done. Unthinkable.

“I will leave when the Job's done” M snapped. The one time soldier reacted
instantly to the command she could convey. His back straightening even as he
sat and gave a respectful nod, “Yes, ma'am”

Ma'am as in palm still not her preferred pronunciation but better than Double
Oh Seven's 'mum'

Heading out Tanner fell in step with her. “Double Oh Seven has reported in”
Tanner informed.

She had to wait until they were in her car before Tanner could speak openly.
“Merovingian did not have Ariel. She then spoke with Janus. They were
commissioned by an agent working out of  Macau, to force Merovingian's hand and
using the arms deal to buy Ariel. We are unable to trace this Severine but have
a description”

M could see something else in her Chief of Staff. “She fucked up again” M
asked. Tanner nodding and telling her both Merovingian and Janus had survived
the attack and had driven Double Oh Seven off.

“No other leads” M didn't know why she was asking. Tanner shaking his head was
not a surprise.

“Put Double Oh Seven on station in Macau” M ordered.

As M mulled over Ben Coulter. The time required to set this up and the
planning. Something did not fit. The time frames were off. The theft of the
dive, Ben Coulter was at that school. He was still at the school when the fist
hacking attempt occurred. This attack was too long in the planning to be just
the exQ Branch employee. There had to have been someone before him.

Arriving home at the end of the day M froze. There bold as brass. Perched on
the window frame at the end of her dining room. Drinking her late husband's
best scotch. Looking tired and a bit haggard, James Bond. “You're alive” M
said.

“Didn't get my post card” James said with a casual drawl. Giving an innocent
and teasing smile.

When It became clear James was his usual patriotic self. Here after seeing the
attack on MI6. M felt a bone deep relief. For a moment she even considered
letting him stay the night but it would not be good to let the operative become
too familiar with her. It was better to maintain a professional distance.

--

M could barely contain her glee. Despite how tired he looked James Bond was
mission fit. Only a slight drop in marksmanship from the badly healed shoulder
wound. He was a born Double Oh he would never hesitate or give up, he would
pursue something to the ends of the earth. He had even presented Tanner with a
clue to who had taken the drive. A sliver of a bullet his doctor had not been
able to remove.

M gave the man across from her a smile. The politician wanted to squirm but
held himself still. “Mr Mallory we have got a new lead to pursue. It may lead
to the man who originally took the drive but that is all I can say for the
moment. Dismissed”

Mallory stood and walked out. Not bothering with any form of civility. They
were now enamies. M knew he was after her job and she would fight him tooth and
nail for it.

Tanner returned and James followed him. M sat back listening to the briefing.
And watched the dark smile Bond gave one of the images. “Him” James said
indicating one of the men. M's concerns grew when Tanner mentioned Patrice had
a hit in Shanghai in two days. Ordering James to Shanghai.

James Bond needed a Double Oh designation to cover what he would do. Only one
Double Oh had pissed her off enough in the past few days. And M wanted to give
Bond his number back so Moneypenny was doomed to demotion. M ordered Tanner to
get Moneypenny on the line.

“Ms Moneypenny. You failed to eliminate Merovingian or his wife nor were you
able to eliminate Janus. Bond has come out of retirement and will now clean up
your mess and has been reinstated as Double Oh Seven.”

“Yes ma'am” Eve snapped in response.

“IT IS MA'AM AS IN HAM. I AM NOT YOUR MUM” M screamed into the phone and
slammed it down.

--

M and Tanner sat listening to Bond's report on his meeting with Patrice. The
man's voice coming from the speaker on her desk. She had heard the evasiveness
more times than she could remember and it brought a sense of comfort. It was so
vague and overly innocent. Delivered in a tone the said 'Forgive me' and 'I
didn't mean to do it'. She still snapped with exasperation, “You killed him”

“I think it was the sudden stop that killed him” James responded innocently.
Then there was a purring quality that he used when it was time to make amends.
“He hasn't been paid yet. Payment will be made at a casino in Macau”

M controlled herself. The next location screaming a warning. She did not want
James stumbling across Coulter. “Get to it” M ordered.

Getting Moneypenny on line and dismissing Tanner. “You may be presented with a
chance to redeem yourself, Ms Moneypenny. Bond is on his way to Macau. You will
shadow him. If he finds Ariel, his allegiances may become clouded. In that case
you will eliminate Bond and Ariel and take up the investigation. Do not fail”

“Yes, mu, ma'am” Moneypenny responded stumbling over the pronunciation.

“Very good Ms Moneypenny” M said and hung up.

--

Tanner was giving a rundown. James had arrived in Macau and was resting before
he went to the casino. Finishing he tided up his papers and left. Pulling out a
bottle, M poured herself a bourbon savouring the woody flavour. Sitting back
she kicked off her shoes taking a few minutes to relax.

A tapping against the glass door. Looking to it. A tall lean man, broad
shoulders giving him a tapering carrot shape. Long face and short shaggy dark
hair. A sinking feeling he was nearly a week early. Calling in Double Oh Two.

Listened to his report. The deep voice with the covered welsh accent. He was
back only a few hours. His mission aborted. Finishing his report, “All that
time and effort for my target to be flattened by a drunk driver”

Tanner burst into the office interrupting the meeting. “Five names have been
released and someone is threatening to upload our entire archive. We have
traced the source of the upload” Tanner said with a bit of happiness, it wasn't
all bad news.

With her suspicion of Ben Coulter. M had been poring over his past. When Tanner
gave the detail of the upload, M became concerned. The address in Cambridge was
known to her. “Tanner, keep this quiet we will deal with it” M ordered then
dismissed Tanner

Looking to Bill Fairbanks. “I want you to go in alone. That was Ben Coulter's
student flat. Be careful and eliminate Coulter as a priority”

--

Finding the student flat was easy enough. The terrace street was almost empty.
Only a few occupied the rest empty while the universities were closed for the
summer. It was like many Fairbanks had seen before flat fronted houses, uniform
rows, in red brick. Only the pavement in front of them, no gardens. The only
gaps were halfway along the row of houses, communal access ways to the lanes
that ran along the back of the gardens.

Carefully studying the ground floor flat for a few hours. Fairbanks circled to
the back then front several times. It looked like no one was there. However if
someone could launch a point blank missile attack on MI6. Fairbanks was not
taking a chance.

Approaching under the cover of darkness. Climbing the back wall. Fairbanks came
up to the frosted bathroom window. It was the only one not open. It was old.
The window, not even double glazed. The wooden frame, peeling white paint and
rotten wood underneath. With very little noise the wood splintered and gave way
under the most minor of force.

Climbing through. The Double Oh listened intently. Stepping into the bath
directly under the window and then onto the floor. Smelly and dirty came to the
mind. 'Seen cleaner third world sewers' Fairbanks mused on the state of the
student flat.

Opening the door into a narrow hall. The pane of the front door, letting in the
only light. A shaft of orange/yellow from a lamp post outside.

Silently Fairbanks stepped out into the long narrow hall. Five closed doors,
all with locks on them. Only the kitchen and bathroom didn't have a lock on the
hall side of the door. As he had just come from the bathroom Fairbanks went to
the door beside the front door and the only other without a lock.

With nothing in the kitchen. Fairbanks started by pressing an ear to all the
other doors. He had tried to look in the windows earlier. Apart from the
kitchen only one of the back rooms had left a gap when they had drawn the
curtain.

Pulling out a lock pick Fairbanks opened the first room. A bed dominated the
once lounge. A condom had been tossed and hung on a bedside lampshade.
Something was rotting. And there was the stale smell of sweat and sex.

Looking under the bed Fairbanks found plates of old food some of it moving and
flies buzzing about. Shaking his head he moved on, with a slight disgust at how
the students lived.

The next room was a girl's. It was fresher smelling but still dirty with
discarded make-up littering the floor. This one had been a bedroom originally
and Fairbanks opened the inbuilt wardrobe. Silently closing the door when he
wanted to slam it.

The next two rooms were tiny. Just a single bed in each and both as dirty as
the first. Then came the the last room.

The moment Fairbanks opened the door he knew he found something. There was a
glow being projected on the wall. Pushing the door further it was another
girl's room by the clothing that had been left behind.

Stepping in Fairbanks saw his target. He was sitting at a dressing table on the
wall to the right. With his back to the door. In the refection of the mirror
Fairbanks could see Coulter had not changed much since the last time they saw
each other. The hacker had not heard him and had not looked up from the screen.
The tapping of keys in a regular tempo.

Moving along the side of the bed and around the foot. Fairbanks stood directly
behind the hacker. He was about to alert Coulter to his presence when Fairbanks
saw a shadow coming into the room behind him. The new one was dressed in black
and with a scarred face. He had at least an inch on him and was moving
silently. Their eyes meeting in the mirror. Fairbanks turned to confront the
greater threat and he felt stinging in his thigh, that then turned into
blinding pain.

The electric current caused the muscles to tense and he was falling. The taser
stopped and the ghost was on him. A punch had Fairbanks' world going dark.

When Fairbanks woke there was to much sensory information to process before he
had even opened his eyes. He was sitting, propped up against something, the
headboard of the bed by the feel of the mattress under him. His arms and
shoulders were tied along the top of the bed frame. His hands dangling over the
end. The surface was cold and felt like thick solid wood. His body was chilled
and free of clothing as his hard cock felt like the skin would split with the
pressure of his erection.

Opening his eyes. At the bottom of the bed. The only light was the laptop
illuminating the Hacker's face. Casting an eerie reflection in the mirror.
Coulter was still sitting with his back to him and concentrating on the screen.
The corners of the room were black and the ghost could either be bathed in one
of the darknesses or be outside for all Fairbanks knew.

Looking at his right arm tied along the top rail of the bed frame. A rope was
coiled around his arm and shoulders keeping it attached the frame. His hand was
free to move but he couldn't touch anything of importance. His arm couldn't
even wriggle. His left arm was the same on the other side.

Fairbanks' arms and upper torso were immobile. Trying to look down a rope
around his neck became known as it tightened. Even though he made a noise,
Coulter didn't look up, confirming the Hacker had known he was a wake for some
time. His legs were tied to the bottom corners of the bed and another rope kept
his middle secure.

“I'm at your mercy. Time to take your revenge” Fairbanks drawled. The
infuriating hacker ignored him for several moments.

Without looking up the hacker finally answered him. “You may find this hard to
believe, Double Oh Two. You personally, were not even a consideration. However
you presence dose give me the opportunity to show you all my new skills”

Fairbanks watched the hacker stand. He turned and Fairbanks saw he was wearing
an expensive tailored three piece. Coulter gave him a half smile as he
unbuckled his belt. The trousers dropped and were kicked away.

The white silk shirt sticking out from under the waistcoat, hanging low, almost
to mid thigh. Keeping the suit jacket, waistcoat, shirt and tie in place.

Fairbanks watched as the hacker drew his hands up the side of his thighs
raising the bottom of the shirt with the move. A pair of black briefs were
shown before the hacker hooked his fingers at the side. Keeping his legs
straight Coulter held the sides of the briefs as he bent at the waist. Lowering
the underwear to the floor.

Fairbanks got a glimpse, in the mirror. Two round globes and something glinting
from in between the cheeks of Coulter's arse. When Coulter stood the purple
angry head of his erection poked out from the parting of his shirt. Coulter
spread his legs slightly and in the mirror the Double oh could see the shirt
being lifted up, a hand skimming the crack of his arse and something being
pulled out. Coulter lifted his head up and bit his lower lip, giving a gasp and
slight thrust as he pulled the thing out.

Fairbanks wanted to make a comment, that sexual assault was not an uncommon
interrogation technique. However Coulter's actions were just a little to out of
the ordinary for the Double Oh to be comfortable antagonising with. So he
remained silent until he knew what was happening.

“I once came without my Master's consent. Ha had a slave do this to me as
punishment. I was begging for forgiveness before my punishment started. Six
times and I was sore. 10 and I was screaming. 20 and I was crying, silently. ”
Coulter mused as he stalked closer and onto the bed.

Fairbanks fixed him with an emotionless hard stare. Coulter climbing onto the
bed and on all fours up his body. He would not give in to anything the hacker
wanted. With a knee either side of his hips, the hacker sat on his lap.
Fairbanks' cock nestled against a moist heat almost penetrating Coulter.

The Hacker pulled a small tablet from the inside pocket of his jacket. Holding
it up for the Double Oh to see. “I'm so glad your STD check was clean. A condom
would offer a desensitisation that would be unacceptable.” The simple statement
alerted Fairbanks to the knowledge Coulter was still in their system.

Fairbanks refused to make a noise as the tight heat enveloped his aching
erection. The hacker then grasped the ropes around his biceps for leverage. His
fingers dug into his skin and muscle as they were forced under the coil.

Then the rhythmic tightening and loosening of muscles accompanied the quick
trusts of the hacker's hips. Fairbanks refused to groan as his cock was
expertly massaged. He was straight, the sexual aspect with with men were the
worst part of the job for Fairbanks. However he could admit on a physical
level, Coulter was good at this.

“I met Doctor Lecter again. Master Merovingian wanted him to do a psychological
work up on me. I helped him cook an exquisite meal. He enjoyed feeding me the
delicately prepared dishes. I also met Mr Briss, he supplied the meat...”

He always hated it when the bad guy started monologuing, Fairbanks kept silent.
Feeling his orgasm mounting. He was presented with a choice. Give into a weaker
one now and show how the hacker was affecting him. Or try to hold on and
possibly black out from a more intense one later.

Choosing a quick release Fairbanks started thrusting as well. The thought the
Hacker may object a risk he hoped for. Surprisingly the hacker allowed him to
thrust and he even changed his tempo to bring him off quicker. Coulter
continued to talk.

“I was conditioned against causing harm. But I could witness it. I witness Mr
Briss butcher a young man and a young woman to supply the meat. He started by
tying a tourniquet around the upper thighs and skinning the legs. Their legs
were like striped chicken legs, still attached to their bodies. I carried the
meat from Mr Briss to Dr Lecter for him to cook. When it came to the brain it
was Dr Lecter who took over. Did you know a person can survive their brain
being butchered. Dr Lecter cut out a piece of the woman's brain, she watched as
he fed it to me raw...”

Fairbanks came. Coulter not having broken his story or stride. It was a
physical release, no more intense than the morning wank to get rid of the
erection. The finger digging in between the rope and his biceps was pulled out.
Fairbanks watched as the hacker pulled out a felt pen.

Using his teeth the hacker pulled the lid off. Then the pen was brought to
Fairbanks' pectoral. The writing was upside down but he could read it. '#1 -
00:06:43 - no reaction'. The cap of the pen was replaced and put back in the
hacker's pocket.

Fairbanks met the green calculating eyes as the hacker started to move his hips
again. Fairbanks realised he erection had not wilted after his orgasm and his
cock was rather sensitive still. Again Fairbanks' orgasm hit and his cock felt
overstimulated. There was also more of the story.

The moment Fairbanks felt the hacker write. '#2 - 00:06:32 - groaning'. The
hips started moving again. A new story as well. This one about being drowned,
daily until Coulter willing drowned himself.

Fairbanks knew the hacker had broken, possibly gone insane but he could not
show regret. That was how the game was played. Why M had ordered him to lie to
007 Fairbanks didn't know, he should have know the rules as well. And accepted
Coulter's loss.

'#3 - 00:07:25 - whimpering/groaning/signs of pain'

“That one took a longer time. Are you getting tired or are you wanting to enjoy
the pleasure? Or is it the story?” The hacker taunted him, starting to ride the
painful reaction again. The accompanying story was about a friend being
murdered.

'#4 - 00:07:23 - discomfort/whimpering' The hacker finished writing the latest
stat. The story started with the hacker talking about a rape. Then those eyes
went harder. “Did you ever wonder what happened to Double Oh Nine? Or why M was
too frightened to send some one other than a loyal lapdog?”

Fairbanks let the words wash over him as Coulter described the death of
Peabody. The hacker was trying to turn him with the sob story. He would not let
it happen. He endured the torture like any other interrogation.

'#8 - 00:09:43 - pain/yelling'

'#12 - 00:09:45 - begging/pain/yelling'

'#15 - 00:13:08 - begging/screaming/crying'

'#24 - 00:15:18 - crying'

Barely able to keep focus. The pen came to his forehead. Fairbanks couldn't
make out what was written. When the hacker stood he was bow legged. Fairbanks'
cock was on fire and he had not lost his erection once.

The hacker looked to a dark corner. “You think James will turn..”

Fairbanks saw the hacker freeze and cower. The man with burn marks decorating
the left side of his face stepped out of the darkness that shielded him.
Backhanding the hacker sending him to the floor and hissed, “Заткнись”

Even through his pain and outward appearance, to be oblivious of the two men.
Fairbanks listened. He memorised what he could. Committed the strange Russian
word to memory. Even if he could not understand it someone else would, as long
as he remembered it.

With hooded eyes Fairbanks watched the hacker dress quickly under the glare of
the burned man. The laptop was closed and the room was sent into pitch
darkness.

He could hear the two men moving off and heard the front door slam. Fairbanks
had been trying to free himself since before the hacker had been riding him
raw. Even now, after hours, his arms were as secure as when he fist woke.
Closing his eyes, just for a moment.

Fairbanks woke to the sound of the front door being broken down. The heavy
sound of boots and the other rooms were searched. The door burst open and light
spilled in burning his eyes. “In here” a man shouted.

Fairbanks heard the man giving a warning and a woman ordering him out of the
way. “What the.. REPORT” M snapped heedless of his state.

As Fairbanks' eyes adjusted. His now thankfully soft cock was shrivelled and
small from it's abuse. Still covered in cum and other dried substances.

“Coulter and a Man, Russian, blond, burned face and neck, they want to turn
Double Oh Seven, the only thing the Russian said was 'Заткнись' don't know the
translation. Ma'am“ Fairbanks rattled off.

“At least you can say ma'am correctly” M responded.

Fairbanks snapped a glare at the silver haired woman. His mind screaming, 'WHAT
THE HELL DOSE THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING'  

--

Getting back to base M contacted Moneypenny. Rescinding the kill order because
Coulter was in England not wherever Bond was. She listened to the Operative's
report. Moneypenny was part of the Navy team heading to an island were James'
radio signal had stopped moving.

M paced her office. Listening to the radio chatter from the Navy assault team.
Tanner entering. “Nothing special. The Russian term translates as Shut Up”
Tanner said.

Reports of an unknown man forcing Bond into a William Tell competition. A woman
being freed, Bond's forced target and apparently the Severine they had been
looking for. After the the assault Bond came on the line. “He says his name is
Raoul Silva. From the way he speaks I suspect he is exMI6, either an operative
or Double Oh. Has a major hangup on you. The woman might be useful, he wanted
her dead. She has first hand knowledge of Silva's operation” Bond reported.

Switching to Moneypenny. M issued her orders. “Stay with this Silva. Do not
leave him alone with Bond”

“I want them back NOW” M ordered everyone.

Picking up a folder. M went in search of the makeshift medical. Finding the man
she was looking for in a bed. Inspected the writing on his forehead with a hand
mirror. 'He didn't have five minutes either'

With the supporting evidence of Coulter, a Russian and James suspecting another
ghost from her past. M could now place the one of the other quotes. Holding out
a service photo for the Double Oh to see. “That's him” Fairbanks declared.

It was looking like she was not the only target. Alec Trevelyan and Ben Coulter
were working with whoever Bond was bringing back. The relationship between
Trevelyan and Bond was a secret but since she saw how Bond reacted to Coulter's
death. She looked at James' past, the evidence had been there since his Eaton
days where he and Trevelyan first met. It was embarrassing that neither she or
MI6 had picked up on Bond and Trevelyan. Now Trevelyan has got his hands on
Colter, another of James' interests.

There was no clue Alec had survived the missile attack on the Russian factory.
There was a suspicion James could have survived the fall. The attack on MI6 now
looked to be aimed at her with the hope of drawing out a loyal Bond then trying
to convince him that she was the badguy.

M smiled to herself. The Double Oh in the bed stiffened, on edge with that soft
dangerous smile. He had seen that smile, usually just before someone died.

She could use this. If James could be convinced Trevelyan, Coulter and Silva
were betraying her, the country, MI6 and Bond himself. The relationship would
not matter. Loyalty was what he had faith in. He would go after all of them,
without question. She may even turn the tables on the politicians make it look
like they were giving into terrorism in dismissing her.

M felt giddy as she returned to her office. “Yes this could work” M mused.
***** Skyfall Part 2 *****
M was on form. Mallory held his head in his hand as he propped his elbow on the
table. The career politician who had went to university, studied politics,
joined the party and had never fought a real battle in her life. She played
right into M's manipulative hands and M was trouncing all of them for it.

M's speech was full of sound bites that would play well in the press and media.
'Oh god she's quoting poetry from her dead husband' Mallory thought. It showed
her as emotional, sympathetic, formidable, intelligent. Everything a person
could want as the head of the Secret Intelligence Service.

He had been there when that Operative had returned from the dead. M had been
growing in confidence ever since. He had been there when that Operative
returned home the conquering hero. The badguy wrapped up for M like a war prize
and a willing witness for good measure. Severine described a cruel man who just
wanted to burn the world.

He had been there when M had explained who the perpetrator was and how he was
not working alone. How Rodriguez was a traitor, how there were two others. That
there was a British front to the war on her, MI6 and the country. How one of
them arranged to destroy the building and kill those working there. The death
toll was high but Mallory knew it could have been higher if the anonymous
warning hadn't gone up. She had explained how the other one of them tortured
002. How the leaked stories in the press were down to the same person.

Mallory had seen the manipulations as she explained the two accomplices were
here. The sympathetic voice had confused him to begin with. Until she had
looked at Double Oh Seven and said, “Alec Trevelyan is alive and so is the
person you knew as Q. They wish to turn you against this country”

Mallory understood the Operative had a relationship to the two men and M was
showing sympathy to the conflict in the Operative. She even offered to assign
the recovering Double Oh Two if Double Oh Seven couldn't face his friends. He
refused and Mallory had seen the determination in the Operative's eyes and the
loyalty he had in his Commanding Officer.

Mallory was pulled back to the room when M sat down. Somehow both smug and
humble at the same time. Mallory knew they had lost another round to her even
if some of the others hadn't. Even some of the press were asking why the
government had given in to the person who hacked them.

Clare Dower. Mallory had no respect for. For someone with a degree she was as
thick as two short planks. She still thought she was in a position of victory.
Knowing it wouldn't play well with the party or the media. “Could we hear from
someone else, just for the sake of variety” he said with a bored tone,
indicating she should shut up.

The phone of M's Chief of Staff started vibrating drawing his attention.
Mallory cringed as Dower made a comment. M responded to the petulant child
masquerading as an MP.

M took the phone and just as she was about to make her excuses. Mallory saw a
man with unhealthy pale skin and bleach blond hair sticking out from a flat
police hat. He started moving, recognising Silva. Following the committee bench
to the side of the room, screams and gunfire sounding.

Seeing one of the armed police officers who had been killed. Mallory darted
across the open space, snatching the gun and pressing into the doorway for
cover. Aiming at the source of the gunfire Mallory fired but it was a mess.
Officer was shooting officer. Friend and foe were indistinguishable and he had
lost sight of Silva.

M and Tanner were behind her upturned table. They were pinned down. There was
no cover between the witness table and the sides of the room. Looking up, the
door on the other side of the room was ripped open and Double Oh Seven was
there. He was sweating and looked like he had been running.

Mallory watched Bond shoot a fire extinguisher. The pressurised can exploded in
white mist. Mallory lay covering fire as the Double Oh made his way to M. She
was then pulled from the room and Mallory was about to leave the scene to meet
up with M when he felt a pain rip through his arm.

Pulling himself to his feet. Mallory pushed through the door. Travelling the
corridors he came to the main entrance of the committee room. The two policemen
with Silva lay dead and there was no sign of the man. “STAND DOWN” Mallory
bellowed.

The gun fire stopped. When the smoke cleared. Silva was gone, M was gone, Bond
was gone. Grabbing Tanner, Mallory demanded to know where Bond had taken M. The
Chief of Staff shook his head and gave a shrug.

Letting Tanner get back to base. Mallory had to get his arm seen to before he
could follow. Arriving at the MI6 bunker he found the Chief of Staff doing and
admirable job. Even though there was no sign of M. Her car had been found,
abandoned.

“The only lead we have is Bond's car. We think he picked it up from storage.
We're trying to track it but after leaving London he switched to back roads.
With little CCTV or speed cameras he disappeared” Tanner said.

“Personal Locator” Mallory asked. Tanner shook his head.

“During the hacking all Locater information was corrupted. It will take weeks
to find a random signal in the cellular network, manually” Tanner informed.

“Was Bond working with Silva” Mallory asked.

Tanner shrugged his shoulders only the good one moving. “We don't know”

Continuing his report, “After Double Oh Two indicated the hacker might still be
in our system. Q Branch severed the data lines to cut him off. With our system
isolated the internal firewalls were not the priority they should have been.
The laptop Bond brought back with Silva was just a transmitter. The moment we
plugged it in the hacker had access to our systems again. While Bond was with
the technicians in Q branch, the hacker disengaged the bunker security. And
Silva escaped with Bond pursuing. Bond could be involved or not, it's just, we
can not tell”

Mallory sighed, with the utter mess. They were figurative headless chickens and
they couldn't rely on anything. Heading into M's office he took the woman's
chair. Pulling out the bottle he knew was there. The two men sat drinking the
bourbon. There was nothing more they could personally do. Both had an arm in a
sling. Mallory from the gun shot and Tanner from the attack on MI6 where he was
hit by falling shrapnel.

Tanner saying the doctors were still deciding on amputation. The circulation
problematic and with severe nerve damage it was a lump strapped to his chest.
Mallory commiserated, talking about his blood loss.

Eve burst in. Any hope there was good news ended when she informed the Foreign
Secretary had arrived. The big man with beady black eyes and balding head
entered. “Well what did you call me here for” Creedy demanded

Both Mallory and Tanner looked at each other. “We didn't call” Mallory
informed.

“You said you were negotiating to end this fiasco” The Foreign Secretary
blasted.

Mallory and Tanner were stumped. Then one of the secretaries was quickly coming
up to the glass door behind the senior politician. Knocking, in a slight panic
and aware of the people around her. “There's a problem with Mr Coulter's party.
His Bodyguards are refusing to disarm” She said.

Instructing the Foreign Secretary to remain there. Mallory and Tanner went to
meet their guest. “Ben Coulter was killed on a mission with Double Oh Two”
Tanner said in genuine confusion.

Rounding on the Chief of Staff. Mallory looked at him. M was concerning him.
All these dead people coming back and wanting her dead and the damage they had
done. “Find out what M did not want to be known about Ben Coulter” Mallory
ordered.

Tanner went to find Double Oh Two while Eve showed him to the dead person,
wondering if he was new or if M had suspected his involvement. And what else
she has buried under 'Need to Know'.

The entrance to the Bunker was tense. The two bodyguards, one woman and one
man. Both with black hair and eyes their faces long and thin. They wore their
firearms openly on their belt holsters. Illegal for Britain, only police and
military permitted to have hand guns.

The two in the centre Mallory thought to be in charge. A tall lean man in dark
brown three piece suit in a slim seventies cut. With a mane of black hair and
green eyes. Looking directly at him. Then a shorter, yonger man with pale blue
eyes, rounder face and shoulder length black hair. He was dressed in a dark
blue two piece suit and a metallic silk tie that matched his eyes.

After everything that had happened. If they wanted to attack. Mallory didn’t
think that being unarmed would stop them. “Ben Coulter?” Mallory said and the
taller thin man in the middle nodded.

Mallory gave his own name, extending his hand. The man stood forward and shook
the politician's hand. He then introduced himself and not by Ben Colter. His
companion was also introduced. Both with rather strange names. The Q he
suspected to be the same one M mentioned erlier.

Mallory and Eve lead the way back to the executive Branch. In M's office they
used her desk as a conference table. The Foreign Secretary at the head. Q at
the foot. Mallory sat to the right of the Foreign Secretary with U to the right
of Q and the bodyguards behind him.

Q smiled at Creedy who sent a curious look to U. The delicate young man gave
the senior politician a smile and wave. Mallory didn't like the curious look on
the politician or the smug relaxed look on Q.

The door opened. Q looked to Tanner and Double Oh Two entering. Q dismissed the
Double Oh and turned his attention back to Mallory and the Foreign Secretary.
“M has made too many personal enemies. Over the last few weeks you have seen
but a few of them unite. You now have a choice. Let their anger end with
Mansfield or let it find focus on Britain as well.” Q said.

“Four disgruntled employees” Mallory started and Q's chuckling interrupting
him.

“It started with four disgruntled employees. There are six former Double Ohs,
four technical services personnel, Janus, The Syndicate, King Industries, The
Carver Group.” Q mused and Mallory waited. They had a killer blow.

Mallory watched as Q brought attention to his male companion. “Foreign
Secretary you were a guest of Adam Sutler. Where you met my friend, I believe
you took his virginity” Q said

Creedy's eyes snapped to the young man beside the negotiator. He remembered
Adam Sutler, his house and his slaves who he enjoyed. He had not been the only
one at the country house and he was not the only one from the government. “We
should draw a line under this” Creedy demanded.

Fairbanks couldn't hold his tongue any more. “You can not negotiate” He shouted
unable to understand the politicians. Q gave the Operative a sympathetic smile.
“You must forgive Double Oh Two. It's hard to confront your rapist and know
there is nothing you can do about it”

Fairbanks spluttered. “Ye, No. He didn't rape me” Fairbanks insisted. None in
the room were convinced. Tanner, trying to get the Fairbanks to leave in the
delicate situation.

Q still looking at the man who had betrayed him to Merovingian. Resulting in
his enslavement. “You know how the game is played. And my marks should wash off
in a couple of weeks” Q shot.

Eve moved to help Tanner escort the Double Oh out. Jon and Arya took up a
defensive position about to judge the man an unacceptable threat.

When Double Oh Two had been thrown out of the room. It left Mallory alone with
a person who had levelled the home of the foreign security service. A
compromised boss. And a missing Director. “M?” Mallory demanded.

“Like any good M. You will put her name on the memorial wall and never again
ask about her. All for the greater good” Q responded.

With his boss insisting that the negotiation take place. Mallory gave in and
started the talks with the terrorist. Q starting, “There will be no
negotiations until Severine is brought here”

--

In the highlands of Scotland. In the desolate Skyfall lodge. M sat, tied to a
heavy, carved dinning chair with a laptop on the table in font of her. She
watched, an image of Mallory speaking to the person wearing the camera. She had
been sacrificed for peace with the various groups she had offended. She
recognised Coulter's voice behind the camera.

Rodriguez/Silva was pacing to room like a caged animal. Bond was skulking in a
corner. Trevelyan was looking at her. The predecessor of Bond was behind her
somewhere and M refused to look for him.

“Four Double Ohs and not one willing to kill a little old lady” M mused. She
refused to show fear to these men. If they wanted remorse or sympathy they
would be disappointed. The only ones who had impressed was Coulter and Bond.
There was no doubt Coulter was the technical mastermind behind all this. Bond
was far more duplicitous than she had ever given him credit for. And Colter was
expertly manipulating Mallory. The rest were little more than the goons in the
situation.

Silva raised his gun to her again. It was the third time he had done it. He was
the same lost little boy she remembered. As long as she didn't give him want he
wanted(remorse or fear would even be enough) and didn't provoke him he would
never pull the trigger. To him she was his Mommy, it was worse then
Moneypenny's mum. Rodriguez backed down after a hate filled speech.

“To bad Coulter isn't here. He is the only one with the balls to do it” M
mused, making sure her tone was perfectly factual or she would set Rodriguez
off. Like when she saw the tear in her office. Bond growled, confirming he was
doing this for the hacker rather than himself.

Trevelyan raised his gun at her for the first time. “Are you going to give me
the same five minutes I gave you? I hope you secured the comms this time, can't
have people listening in, although you have Coulter for minor things like that
now. I mean, my god Trevelyan, If you had done the job right you would have had
all the time in the world and I wouldn't have had to clean up your mess.” There
it was the tiny speck of doubt. By force of will Trevelyan had become a Double
Oh but unlike James he never really wanted it. And that meant he might not have
been as careful as he should have been and in M's opinion wasn't. She was
banking in Trevelyan having the same suspicion.

“Mr Lang. Are you going to join the party or are you going to hide back there
all night” M said, still not trying to look at James' predecessor.

Lang's voice floated from behind her. “Save your breath. I'm not going to shoot
you but I won't stop them”

She had to be careful. Silva could react badly to this if she got it wrong.
Looking to James. He was loyal and she was sure all those different loyalties
were coming into conflict. Loyalty to her, the country, Trevelyan, Coulter.
There was no doubt there was a storm of emotions in him and she needed to tip
then in her direction. “I am sorry. In more ways than one I regret not letting
you go for Coulter.”

“Sorry! Sorry! Why are you sorry for him and not me” Silva demanded.

M pitched her voice maternal and soft, “Because you truly did know what you
were doing. You knew the dangers you courted. Coulter didn't”

“You, evil, old, bat. Do you not see what you did to me, to us...” Silva
continued to rant and M wondered if he would pull the party trick with his face
again. Like a child in a tantrum Silva slunk away to a corner and only the
sound of Coulter and Mallory from the laptop could be heard.

“Could I have a cup of tea” M mused. She had been tied to this chair for a few
hours and had not been offered refreshment. And it didn't look like the
situation would be resolved soon.

“I have an Idea!”

--

In the dark. Driving up to the small two story cottage. The gravel drive
crunching under the tiers of James' Aston. The property surrounded by trees and
a boundary privet hedge. Q and U pulled open the central front door. James
hugged Q then moved onto U. Alec doing the same.
 
Sitting around a rectangle pine table. Coffees, teas or in the case of U milk
in hand. The classic kitchen of an old stone cottage, low ceilings and a little
dark. Slate floors, white walls and an old fashioned deep square sink. The dawn
soon coming. One window looked over the drive with established trees shading
it. The back window looked over a large lawn with roses and apple trees.

Q's negotiations going better than any had dreamed of. Silva had honoured his
word, after Skyfall he had vanished. Leaving Severine in Alec and James'
custody. Returning to Cambridge they had not spoken of what had happened to
Olivia Mansfield. A coordinated media campaign was lying the blame on M and a
rouge Agent. Silva having been reported dead along with Mansfield. Everyone
pushed back the papers Q hand brought back from the negotiations.

“We all have amnesty” Q mused.

“They still want me as Double Oh Seven” James said to the group.

“I was given Double Oh Two” Alec said.

“Mallory wants me as the real Q” Q added.

“I have a British passport and an offer to join MI6” Jon said.

“So do I” Arya said

“I can look after the household” U asked hopefully of his masters.

“I can help” Severine said looking to Jon with a sly smile.

“Mallory wants to keep us close” Alec said.

“Go or Stay” James said.

James looked to Q, U and Severine in turn. “A free choice. Return to the train,
Stay or go somewhere else”

James then looked to U, to answer first. The Slave looked between his masters
and Q for a hint. With them all working he and Severine would be responsible
for the household. He had not liked the train but had liked those he was with.
“Wherever my Masters are is where I want to be” U insisted.

Alec and James snorted at the non answer and got the same from Severine. “Go or
Stay we will follow our Masters” Q said.

“I would prefer to be where the FSB are less likely to get us”  Jon said
looking to his sister.

“We stay for now” Alec said.

The creak of floorboards and the light thump of someone coming down stairs. The
pine door opened and the old man entered. Dressed in pyjamas and long burgundy
dressing gown. His grey hair long and falling in front of his eyes, protected
by thick square frames. “You're all back. And someone new” Sixsmith drawled and
looked to Severine.

“Yes. And let me. You sit down” Q said guiding the man away from the kettle and
to the table.

“So considerate. Always helpful, always has been. What is it now, Q? Third name
I have known him as” Sixsmith said and Q felt the same sense of fulfilment,
like when his masters praised him.

“He lives to please” James said casually.

“I had worried when his letters stopped. But I have never seen him looking
happier” Sixsmith mused then thanked Q for the mug of tea.

“Oh my boy” Sixsmith said to U. “You were asking about that book the boy was
reading. I was in town yesterday and saw one. It's in my study. You can read
English I hope.”

“Yes Mr Sixsmith, thank you” U said and a nod from Alec and he went to go get
the book.

When U sat down beside him. Q leaned over and saw a comic book in the other
slave's hands. U liked to read but the novels their masters had were a bit hard
going for a person only taught to read so they could understand signs and
instructions. “Batman. I always preferred the Beano” Q whispered and gave the
other slave a smile.

Q then glanced at his old lover. The man had know there was something strange
going on the moment he and Alec pitched up on the doorstep. Rufus always looked
like a dottering, old and charming man but Q had read the letters Sixsmith and
Frobisher exchanged. Frobisher was verging on being a prostitute and was an
outright thief. Sixsmith was his fence taking the stolen books, silver,
whatever and selling it on and returning the money to Frobisher.

Then when he insisted Q and his friends stay. U's conduct, intelligent, able to
speak several languages but not knowing what a comic book was. Also the way
both he and U acted, only able to keep up a pretence of being normal for a
short period of time had made Sixsmith suspicious. So, with his master Alec's
consent. Q sneaked into Rufus' room. He lay down with the man like he used to
and told him everything. From the arrest shortly after Q graduated, his
imprisonment, recruitment, betrayal, slavery to being a terrorist and what they
had planned.

Q saw Rufus through the anger at those who hurt him and worry for what they
were doing. In the end Rufus was the man he always was. Like with the original
Frobisher, the first time they met and this time. Rufus accepted even if he
didn't understand. In front of Sixsmith they kept up an act, as if Q was
visiting with his new lovers and friends. Sixsmith overlooked there weren't
terrorists, slaves, owners, mercenaries and assassins under his roof.

Q lifted his head from where he was reading with U. Looking at Sixsmith. “I can
prove that the police won't break the door down. I got you a knighthood”

“Of course you did” Rufus said. Not quite believing the tall tail.

“I wouldn't doubt him. He has the nuts of the government in one hand and MI6
the other” James teased.

***** Epilogue *****
Chapter Notes
     A slight miscount with the chapters. I combined some when posting.
     There should have been 24 not 26. I then abandoned the idea of a full
     sequel and wrote a quick oneshot thing, something between an epilogue
     part 2 and a sequel bringing the chapter count up to 25. It will show
     how mainly Q with the permission of his masters is doing more damage
     than a Double Oh to the Syndicate. But there will be times he needs a
     trigger pulled, or more precisely a faked suicide.
Driving along a narrow country road lined with trees. James' Aston switched for
a more practical Land Rover, another behind being driven by Jon. Alec and James
in the front. Q and U in the back. U with his nose almost pressed to to the
window watching the world fly past.

A low drystone wall started running between the road and the trees. Slowing,
the drystone wall becoming a high pillar with an arched wrought iron gate. The
wall continuing on but James pulling the car through the gate. The trees still
lined a compacted reddish/pink road. Coming out of the treeline into a large
area of open grounds, the drive continued up to what could be their new home.

The modern country house, built to resemble a sandstone castle. Two stories, a
simple square shape with rounded turret like corners. Long rectangular windows
on the ground floor and arched windows on the upper, all in line so it looked
like a singe window split half way up rather than indicating an separation
between floor. The ramparts, a decoration to add to the illusion of living in a
castle.

In the grand foyer. Polished granite floors, carved sandstone stairs, balcony
and supports. Only the entrance on the front wall. A pyramid shaped skylight
eliminated the area. Three rooms on the left and on the right, two at the back.
Apart for the doors furthest back on the right and left walls, were all double
and arched.

A balcony on the upper floor going right round looking down on the foyer. A
short straight section of stairs going up, then splitting left and right to
connect on either side on the upper landing. A set of double doors under each
wing of the stairs on the back wall, to access the two big rooms at the back of
the building, one already set out as a library. Reception rooms, drawing rooms,
kitchen, and dining room, around the balcony bedrooms to spare.

Walked about the grounds. A large lawn area around the house, forests blocked
views to the road and the village about ten miles away. Fields gave
uninterrupted views to the hills in the distance. “Room for a pool” James
observed.

“Needs a bigger garage and probably another out building” Alec mused

“Climate's good” Alec added. The sunny weather warm but not the scorching of
the Mediterranean that James preferred. And not as cold as Alec liked to basked
in. A compromise the two could live with. As always, when asked Q and U always
said their Master's desire was what mattered.

U having stepped into his role as as head of the household. He had a pen and
pad ready, already having taken notes as they toured. Noting down decorations,
equipment and furniture their masters desired.

Q then looked back at the house that would be their new home. He then looked to
his two masters and decided they were his home not a building.

--

Q didn't take the Quartermaster position. He did take a consulting job. He
oversaw MI6's cyber protection. Leaving the rest to someone else. He also
oversaw the odd mission and launched a few attacks for MI6. Rarely leaving the
house. Like U and Severine, the outside world was not a place they were
comfortable in anymore. Severine the best but still needing Jon or Arya
whenever she left the house. U and himself would only go out with their
masters. Unless ordered to and then it would have to be Jon or Arya, never
alone.

James kept Double Oh Seven, taking missions to stave off boredom. Alec refused
Double Oh Two and was a consultant. Mallory didn't want to deal with half the
people his predecessor talked to. Now he talked to Alec and Alec talked to the
people like the Syndicate. Along with the darker elements of the world. Jon and
Arya the permanent security at the house.

--

In the large and modern kitchen. Sitting at the breakfast bar that separated
the kitchen area from the informal dining area. Q and U silently chuckled. Jon,
sitting at the oval table was trying to flirt with a slave and Severine was
toying with him. He did not want a slave but he was trying to a court a person
that no longer though of themselves as truly free. She would respond as her
training dictated. A coy smile one moment assertive teasing the next.

U was in almost a fit of silent laughter. Q called to Severine interrupting the
flirting, “He wants the girlfriend thing”

Getting a glare from Jon. Q dropped his mirth seeing the other man not taking
the teasing well. “We wish to please our masters. Tell us what you want and it
is our desire to do it” Q said. Jon coped with Severine's slavery as he had
dealt with Q's. He tried to ignore it and when he couldn't he walked away.

“Is he a Virgin” Severine asked coming to sit beside Q and U at the counter.

Shrugging. “I gave him a blow job. He didn't last long but I thought that was
just because we were cooped up for so long” Q said.

U hummed as looked wishfully at the door Jon had walked out of. “What's he
like” U asked with an eager light in his eyes.

Q shrugged. “It was dark, I couldn't see. About Six to Seven inched.
Circumcised. Untrimmed. Came like a fire hose” Q informed the eager pair.

“What are you three talking about” Arya asked, oblivious as she entered the
kitchen.

--

He trusted his masters but when they walked into the bedroom Q was fitting out
as his lab. He could tell that he wouldn't like what they said.

James reclined against a workbench with his arms crossed. Q knew he would not
be the one to speak.

Q had been opening boxes on the floor. He shifted to a formal kneeling
position. Knees together and palms up with his hands rested on his thighs.
Unless there were strange guests, along with U he was nude whenever he was in
the house and even around the grounds. Severine the only slave to regularly
wear clothes.

Alec moved to stand in front of him and Q looked up. There was sympathy and a
little concern. Alec exchanged glances with James before a finger was pushed
between his neck and collar, taking firm hold. It was a move to remind him he
was a slave and this was his master.

“We are a little worried you may stumble across this” Alec started. Q noticed
James had shifted, his muscles tensing in readiness. Whatever Alec was telling
him, his masters didn't think he would take it well

“M is alive”

Q froze. She was alone with four Double Ohs, two who really hated her. “How?”

“We couldn't do it” James said.

“Were is she? I'll do it” Q demanded. A twitch of Alec's fingers and Q was
having difficulty breathing comfortably.

“This is our decision” Alec ordered.

There was a conflict in him. However, Q felt the words slipping out, with
disappointment he gave up on seeing M in a pool of her own blood. “Yes Master”

--

Amongst the British members of the Syndicate headed by Adam Sutler, was
Merovingian. Mallory was there as the newly instated M, Eve(002) by his side in
a show of strength. Merovingian and his wife were not pleased with the presence
of the woman who had tried to kill them. Persephone complained loudly about the
bullet wound she had suffered.

Moving about the guests. Dressed in formal black tie, more formally dressed
then the guests. With a tray of champagne. Q held it out to his former
Mistress. She looked at him in abject terror. Q smiled and Persephone took a
frightened step back. Taking a glass, Q swallowed a quarter then held it out,
demonstrating he had not done anything to it. With a trembling hand she took
the glass from the slave that had killed. Who's master had not cared one bit
and that same master made no effort to hide his dislike for her.

With a pleased bounced Q continued to pass out the glasses. Alec giving him a
shake of the head and a smile. No too put out about him tormenting a guest.
Merovingian who was standing by his Master raised an eyebrow. Not quite so
scared of him.

For some reason Q didn't work up the same level of hate to Merovingian as he
did others. The man was, who he was. Q related it to a shark, Merovingian was
the shark and M was the one who told him it was safe to go swimming. The shark
attacked, as was his nature. It was still M and Cain at the very top of Q's
hate list with a few others he had met. With Persephone just below along with
the guards and most of teachers at the school and quite a few more. Then
Merovingian and the rest.

Then a dark hand took a glass from the tray. The woman with wiry hair and dark
eyes looked past Q to Persephone. “I wish she feared me as much” Eve said,
quietly.
 
“I would have preferred if your shot had been fatal, but I think she dose fear
you, Madam” Q responded with a smile.

Taking the opportunity to escape the room. Eve followed him as Q went to refill
his tray. Just before they entered the kitchen, Q pulled Eve to a stop. “That's
the one that protected Persephone” Eve whispered, the sound of Kuku talking to
U.

Q nodded. They listened to the Chinese slave apologise to U. For his part in
getting U punished. “I was told to diminish your standing, stop another like
Ariel from holding a position closer to the Master than my Mistress” Kuku
explained.

Hoping to stop the other slave from giving into the darkness he had. Q tried to
lead by example. Fully stepping through the door. The large Kitchen filled with
the slaves of the guest. All deliberately not looking at the conversation while
they listened intently. One of the biggest entertainments for a slave,
listening in on the drama going on around them. Showing in U's obsession with
soap operas.

Q looked to the round face of the Chinese slave. “I to must apologise for
goading Master Janus into humiliating you and your Mistress” Q said.

Kuku stiffened, seeing who was behind Q before acknowledge the apology. “It is
quite alright Ari... Q”

“Sorry for shooting you. How did you survive? The bullet should have shredded a
kidney at least” Eve said from behind Q.

Kuku bit his lip and a slight blush tinged his cheeks. “It is quite alright,
Madam” Kuku said lifting his loose tunic.

Both Eve and U gasped seeing the extreme hourglass figure, supported by a tight
white corset. That was hidden by the loose clothing. Arya turned from where she
was pulling a tray out the oven to look at what caused the sound.

“I must have missed completely” Eve muttered.

Kuku's eyes flicked to Q. “The others understand now. Some help, even” Kuku
said.

Q smiled. Kuku was the most obvious instrument of their Mistress. And the focus
for the hostility she fostered. It didn't help that most had though, for a
slave he was a snob. There had been no friends or even someone friendly towards
him in Merovingian's house. It sounded like that had changed. Q nodded, U and
Eve having been given long enough to stare at the tiny waist.

“Is it sore” U asked. Q was thrilled that in the moment of awe inspired
curiosity. U was overlooking his anger towards the other slave. Kuku nodded and
the two fell into a quiet conversation.

Eve going to Arya to help with the canapés. When they had finished, Kuku picked
up the tray they had filled and followed Q with his tray of glasses. Kuku
getting a curious look from his mistress when she saw him helping out in their
host's household.

When the time came Q was ultimately relieved to see the back of his old
Mistress. While U felt the same of the old Master.

--

Getting a call. After some internal debate. Alec told Q to dress in a suit.
They drove for hours before arriving at a country house. It had hight walls and
fences surrounding it. The gate guard was expecting them and waved them
through.

As they drove up the long drive Q recognised James' predecessor as Double Oh
Seven. He was waiting in the car park at the front of the building. He had been
screwed over by M several times and had offered to help, all to willingly. The
worst, when he had been left in a North Korean jail. Only released when M
thought he had talked rather than look for a mole in MI6 who was the actual
source for the leaked information.

Q watched his master briefly talk to the man who welcomed them back to England.
As a group they headed for the heavy automated glass doors, more in keeping
with what should be in front of a modern office building rather than the old
house. Like the sign at the front gate. The stain glass window above the door
also had 'Ratchet House' on it.

Stepping through. There were medical staff in scrubs, white coats covering
normal clothing or in rather traditional nurse uniform. The patients dressed in
white dressing gowns and simple plain pyjama like clothing. Most old. Although
there were some younger, looking to have mental, emotional or substance issues.
One young man was scratching his arm, rasping out in a weak voice to anyone who
passed, 'Got some stuff?', 'Need some stuff', 'Make it worth you while'

A forthright and smiling nurse wearing round golden glasses, came up to them.
With an upper class accent and an encouraging up lift to her tone. She was also
well over six foot and stood taller than the three of them. “I'm sorry to say
your mother had a bad episode” The nurse said in pleasant upperclass tones.

Q had the feeling she was suppressing the urge to use words like 'Jolly' and
'spiffing' and 'ginger beer'

In a conservatory Q saw the focus to his hate. He had held onto that feeling
for so long it felt like it was a living companion. There seeing and sustaining
and comforting him through his worst times.

M's neat short hair was now long and limp. The standard white dressing gown
gave her skin a washed out appearance. She looked like an old woman. Not the
once formidable head of MI6 who cowed everyone who stood before her.

“Dame Olivia” The Nurse called. She used an indulgent tone meaning she didn't
believe the title or name was real. Given some of the people they passed. The
nurse was not out of order to think M might be living in her own little world
where she was the Director of MI6 or a Knight of the Realm.

Without looking at them. “I am Dame Olivia Mansfield so you can drop that tone”
M snapped but her voice was tired and hollow.

Q stepped forward and sat down in the chair beside her. M broke her gaze out
the window to look at him. “I do not remember calling for a rent boy” M said.
What was left of her spite giving her a moment of force to her words before she
sagged again.

“You know how the game is played, M. Double Oh Two was dishonourably
discharged. Apparently, during a mission he abandoned a civilian he was
required to protect” Q said. To receive a look that would have been a glare if
there was any force to it.

M looked back to the grounds beyond the window. Q looked to see Alec and Lang.
They were standing back talking to a woman that reminded Q of Madam Cain. She
had a hard uncaring attitude about her.

Q frowned at the interaction. “Have you considered they know exactly who you
are and are paid not to care” Q said to M. He got a withering look.

“Ratchet knows who I am. The moronic nurse doesn't” M responded.

“Well you will just have to do as I did and survive until you can have
retribution” Q said.

M snorted. “You have never cared for anything but spreading your legs” M spat.
Q could see M just wanted to hiss and spit like a cornered cat. She knew this
would be her end and just wanted to remind him she still had spirit.

The visit ended. The big nurse going up to M, “Dame Olivia why don't you join
the bridge tournament. That would be nice!”

Q didn't hear M's response as they moved out. The woman could not open herself
to doubt like most delusional people. The thought she could be wrong
unacceptable to her.

Q clasped his Master's hand. This slow and lingering end, surrounded by people
who were old or mad was far more vindictive than a quick death. He should be
thrilled but wasn't. “I'm never going to get rid of this hate” Q said.

“I never did” Alec said then pulled the car door for Q.

--

When Master James' items arrived from storage. Q was amazed M had not sold
James' stuff like she did his. U cooed as he found a picture of a younger set
of Masters. James wincing with one eye closed, Alec had him in a head lock like
hug and giving a smacking kiss to his cheek. They were in dress down Navy
uniforms. A few hours shore leave in Thailand, Alec explained.

“Here it is” James declared finding a box. Picking it up he brought it over to
where Q was organising the old clothes that had been unpacked.
 
Taking the box from his master Q knelt. Opening the flaps he recognised his
office affects. “My tea pot” Q declared. Picking up the fine bone china pot
James had given him years ago. Sending a smile to his Master.

Picking out the grey cardigan from the bottom Q held it. He always used to be
cold and wore a cardigan and always had another on stand by on the back of his
chair. Years of almost constant nudity had toughened him up.

Looking at the other Slave who held slight jealousy, well hidden. He still felt
an outsider between them, even in there constant presence. Q smiled as him.
“Master used to bring me back treats from his missions” Q informed.

It was a habit James had slipped back into. All three would get something.
However as U had not expressed many interests beyond the two masters. His gifts
tended to be generic. While Alec and Q got something unique to them. It added
to the isolation the other Slave felt at times.

Q held his hand out to the slave and he came to sit beside him. Q pulled more
out, sharing the memories with U. Brushing bare solderers. “See Master named
me” Q declared passing the Q mug to the other slave.

--

After James went to Venice for something he refused to discuss, he returned. U
and Q met him at the door as usually did, however Alec had joined them this
time. Stepping through the front door James dropped his bag and searched
through it. To Alec he brought a nice set colourfully stained, shot glasses.
For U he brought a small model gondola. And from London he presented the slave
with his very own U mug. Then stood back and in walked a Slave.

Q recognised the man. Tall. Broad shoulders. Under the suit Q knew there to be
perfectly defined muscles and even the shirt looked like it would rip if the
man flexed. His yellow blond hair, hanging over eyes of such an intense blue.

Q went to greet him. Those blue eyes flicked to him in recognition. “Hello” Q
said.

“Hello” the new slave responded. It was the first time Q had ever heard him
speak. Q's surprise, was buried under a host of other emotions. He was English,
where Q always though he couldn't understand the language. It sounded like he
came from the upper classes, the voice sounding boarding school educated.

Q lunged wrapping his arms around him in a hug. The new slave was clearly
concerned. Unsure of the dynamics in the new household. Q was just happy that a
friend had survived that hellhole.

--

Watching Arya try and talk to the new slave. Q realised something. Before he
could deal with it. And to curb the growing protectiveness of her brother. When
the slave that came with the name Lancelot, who Q had dubbed Castrated in a
hellhole they shared, now using the name Matthew, left the room. He exercise
often in order to maintain his physique. James and Alec even gained an eager
sparing partner in him. He was dressed at all times and Q wasn't sure. As James
brought him here Q suspected he knew. However Q wasn't sure how much everyone
else knew.

“Arya” Q called to her and her brother. Making them a coffee. He brought the
mugs to the kitchen table. Severine and U were in the kitchen as well.

“Matthew is a skilled lover. Both of us from the same school. As I can wrap a
man round my little finger, he specialised in women.” Arya and Severing both
perked up at that information. Both were aware how Q acted and how his parters
reacted. “But there is something. Have you considered why U and I wander around
nude but Matthew doesn't”

Jon was the slightly more experienced. He knew Q was getting at something. Arya
still oblivious. Q was worried. He didn't want Jon to fly off the handle. And
didn't want Arya to push then be faced with a surprise. “Matthew was given an
order. He was so frightened he just, sort of, attacked. The school couldn't
have a sex slave that might rape a master. So he was castrated”

Severine and U were not inexperienced with extreme punishments. Arya was slowly
shaking her head in denial. Jon was so scandalised he didn't do his usual
response of walking away. Severine came and placed a comforting hand on Jon's
shoulder, his face taking on a green hue.

--

Finding Master Alec in the gym. Alec and Matthew were doing reps with Arya
trying to keep up. Matthew and Alec were in just shorts. While Arya had a tight
support vest as well. All three were doing a complex series of press-ups, jumps
and other quick movements. It was called Burpee but Alec was calling out
variations, preventing them from getting into a comfortable rhythm.

“Master” Q called and waited until Alec slowed and stopped and came over to
him. “Master, did you tell Master James about the Aurora School?”

“Yes. Why?” Alec said, growing a little concerned. Finally having thought
enough time had past and James able to hear the full truth without flying off
in a rage.

Bringing his master to his lab. A converted bedroom beside his Masters'. Taking
Alec to the workstation with a bank of monitors. Q pulled up the information he
had found. “I was wondering how Master James knew where to find Matthew without
asking me” Q said. Standing back he let his master see what he had found.

“Bugger! Dose the Syndicate know it was James” Alec said. Visions of assault
teams surrounding the house, waiting for the man's return then them all
suffering for it.

“They may suspect but there is no proof as far as I can tell” Q responded. The
local Hungarian paper with the electronic translations displayed on a screen.
Stories of people being picked up outside of Budapest and describing a place of
torture.

The house itself a pile of rubble. Now under a major investigation. Human
remains found on the grounds dating back decades. An MI6 satellite photo
showing a careful, forensic excavation site.

“I think the Syndicate will be concentrating on protecting themselves. At times
like this they learn how limited their power is, when ordinary police start
poking about.” Q said.

“Watch it. And if you can do the Syndicate some damage without risking our
exposer to them. Do It” Alec ordered.

“Yes Master” Q said with a bit of malevolent glee.

“We should beef up the house's security. We should also start making
contingency plans to protect ourselves. The battle lines have been drawn,
anonymity is our only defence at the moment. And don't tell James you know
about the School. Let him think his secret is still safe” Alec muttered as much
to himself and heading to the door. Rubbing his temples and continuing to
mutter as he disappeared out the door.
   
“Yes Master”

--

Q woke to someone dislodging him. The cock in his mouth pulling out. He
stretched, trying to follow the cock until it was completely removed. Opening
his eyes, he was low down in the bed and under the covers. His masters often
teasing but never complaining him about his night time suckling.

As he went to sleep between U and Master Alec. It wasn't to hard to figure out
who was leaving the bed. When the man had not returned for a while Q slipped
out.

Looking at the bed. James was almost covering U with his body. The other slave
was a part of the group even if at times he didn't feel it. Real affection was
not something a Slave usually received.

Q came out of the room and down the stairs. The kitchen and study were the
first and most likely places to find his wayward master. Both were empty.
Entering the lounge the French doors were open and cold air was filling the
room.

The seasons had changed. Not even the noon day sun warmed the air. They were
approaching the deepest part of the winter. Going to the open doors there was
an odd snow flake dancing on the wind. The sky streaked with cloud, moonlight
and stars breaking through.

On the paved patio, bathed in the moonlight. Alec stood in his naked glory. His
chest taking deep regular breath of the biting air. Q looked down the planes of
the muscled back, arse and thighs.

Just as James had done on the Mediterranean cost. Alec had his eyes closed and
head raised. Taking in the cold of the season the Russian loved.

Coming up beside his master. Q squatted down. Resting on the balls of his feet
so as little as possible was in contact with the cold stone blow him. He
wrapped an arm around his Master's leg and rested his cheek against the cold
thigh.

Slow and musing Q listened to his master drawl. “James is happy. U is mostly
happy. Jon is happy. Severine is happy. I think Matthew is content. Arya is
bored. You and I...”

Q had been feeling it as well. Serving his Masters helped him push beyond but
it was always there. “Master has You, U and I. His anger is stated and burned
out. And he has missions and training to help fulfil his restlessness”

“U is happy. He has something most slaves never get, Home and love”

“Jon is happy. He has a home. A wife in all but name. Perhaps children in time”

“Severine is happy. She is loved by someone who doesn’t want to posses her. As
those who do posses her, protect her from the world that has done nothing but
harm her”

“Arya needs to find the world she likes to live in. She liked the train and in
time, with training she may be a better Janus than Boris. Or even a Double Oh
after your and Master James' help”

“Matthew. He was sold to a Syndicate brothel and stayed there until Master
James bought him. They are not good place to be, worse than a household. A
master spends, sometimes a lot of money on a slave. They tend to take care of
their investment.
    Master Merovingian never killed one of his own slaves, usually didn't sell
them either. He always bought in stock for the fatal entertainment at parties.
A client of brothel dose not tend to care about the slaves they use.
    I never looked for Matthew because I was frightened he would be dead. He
has a good home now, he sees how you treat U, Severine and I and sees he is
treated well. He wants to please you and likes sharing time with his master. He
would like to offer you more but will accept whatever you give him, gladly”

“Then there is Us.
    Master James used Anger to see him though his worst. It lead to violence
and death then burned itself out. You, I and Silva used hate to see us through.
    Hate is not an easy thing to get rid of. I hated M and still do. I hate
Cain her death did not stop that. I hate Persephone, I still do. There are
guards, clients, guests even slaves who I also hate.
    Hate can be controlled but never killed it always finds a new target and is
sustains you when all there emotions flee, even hope. It taints everything once
you let it into that deep place.”

Q fell silent. The hand in his hair had not stopped through all he had said.
From the grounds and fields the rolling hills in the distance all with a light
covering of thin white snow. Q looked up to his master, his eyes lingering on
the impressive cock as he glanced up. Alec noticed and although silent his
chuckle shook his body. The blue eyes flicked to him and there was a teasing
smile on the man above him.

“Want something” Alec drawled. Q blushed. Q didn't know how he could still
blush but he could and often did.

“Well get to it” His Master snapped. Still squatting Q lifted his cheek from
his master's hip. The cold air biting the once protected piece of skin. His
master hissing, “Bloody hell that's hot”

Q didn't think his master was talking figuratively. The skin of the cock was
ice cold on his tongue. Nestling close, he warmed the organ for a few moments
before it started to grown in his mouth. Once erect, Q started to pull back.
Rolling back the foreskin with his lips he lavished the revealed head.

“Christ! It's bloody freezing. Oh typical, perverts!” Q heard his other Master
say but remained concentrated on his task. There was a set of teeth chartering
and Q suspected the other Slaved had followed James out.

Working with enthusiasm Q brought his master off. Licking him clean, Q pulled
off. On the far side of Alec was a naked James and U. Huddling together.

“Are you two finished” James almost whined.

“Yes” Alec answered and pulled U out of James grasp. U giving a squeal as he
was wrapped in the cold arms of the Russian. Standing Q pressed himself against
James and the Master swore as the warm slave was replaced with a colder one.

Led inside the four slowly warmed themselves before returning to bed. James and
even hesitantly U comment on the madness of standing in the cold. Alec arguing
he had to stand in the heat for his lover.

It wasn't normal, ethical or even sane. But Q felt content. It had been a while
since he said these words. He still paid homage to the flesh as he dressed and
undressed his Masters though. “Goodnight, my Masters. Thank for your kindness”

***** Epilogue Part 2 or The Sequel That Never Was *****
Chapter Notes
     This final chapter incorporates scaled down ideas from the sequel.
     With James and Alec now productive and accepting members of the
     Syndicate and slightly morally corrupted, they do begin to fight
     back. I have glossed over a lot of the sex. And scaled back the
     emotional growth and the culture of the slaves in James and Alec's
     house. The outright war on the Syndicate(the original reason I wanted
     Silva to survive), Now more of a terrorist action.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The gentle tick-tock of the clock helped Q fall into his light meditation,
whenever he was in restrictive rope bondage.

The library was a high and a rectangular room. The high windows allowed plenty
of natural light, looking over the back and the pool James had installed. An
internal balcony of carved yellow wood, allowing access to the upper shelves of
books. Two narrow spiral staircases of the same light wood at each end of the
room to allow access the balcony.

Q liked being suspended but James was still practising the rope bondage. He had
not suspended him more than a few inches off the ground so far. This was good
enough and he liked that his Master shared this with him. Q was tied up between
two support pilers for the balcony above him. Standing on a small wooden box
screwed to the floor. The ropes from the pillars and the balcony attached to
the interwoven harness of ropes around his body. They stopped him from falling
to the ground as Q stood, body ridged, leaning forward, almost at a 45o angle.
His arms swept back and tied along the ropes that attached to the pillars.

As Master James tied him in position he had hummed a rather vulgar song,
looking at Q he sang softly, “A figure head of a whore in bed...” Q had
chuckled and blushed. It did feel like he should be a figure head on the prow
of a ship. And teased back, “Slut Master, not whore Master”

After James had finished, while Q fell into the abstract head space. James went
to the table in the middle of the room. For fun he was investigating the
disappearance of a girl. The grandfather had offered a rather substantial
reward for information. James was just doing it to keep his mind honed, he
truly enjoyed the investigations and the hint of danger that always accompanied
them.

James was quite put out a few weeks ago. His arm stopped being long enough to
read, and reluctantly went for an eye test. He now had a pair of tortoiseshell
patterned, rounded, glasses. With the clock ticking away the passing time.
There was something he wasn't seeing and James couldn't clear his mind to think
beyond the problem.

Unhooking a leg of the glasses from one ear. Whenever he needed to look at
something in the distance he did this odd thing of hanging his glasses. They
would catch under his chin while one leg was still hooked over an ear.

Pushing from the table, frustration blocking his thoughts. James looked to the
strung up slave, leaning forward. His eyes caressing the slave's skin as well
as any touch. Popping the button of his jeans and pulled down the zip. The
revealed length was already hard in anticipation. Fisting a hand around his
cock. Moving it up and down, his hips giving a slight thrust. James pleasured
himself to the image of the bound slave.

Q's cock and balls bound in thin rope, hard and pointing to the ground, like a
too short tripod leg. The eyes were vacant but his face was relaxed and
contented with a slight wistful and beautiful smile.

Something was pulling at Q's awareness. Coming back to himself, blushing
deeply. His master pleasuring himself. Like he was a living playboy centrefold.
Q watched as his master stilled, his orgasm hitting. A stream of cum shot up
like a fountain and came crashing back down onto James' hand. His master smiled
seeing he was being watched, Q not always aware of the things happening around
him when in the bondage.

Standing and doing up the button with his left hand. James approached and
offered the back of his right hand to the slave. Q eagerly licked the cum from
the offered hand. James then returned to the table in the centre of the room.
The sensation of the Q's tongue still lingering in James' imagination. And even
though he had just cum James felt the tightening of a waking erection. That, he
would save for later. The moment of distraction did its job, allowing him to
concentrate again.

Unlike the times when Q was first made accustomed to being in rope bondage. Or
the times in his previous master's house. When Master James let him down. His
Master kept the harness of interwoven roped around him. James then tied Q's
freed hands to the network of ropes at his chest. Then pulled his knees up and
tied them to the ropes around his torso as well.

Tied, almost like a trussed up chicken. Q was laid on his side and his master
lay behind him. Q breathed heavily, his master did this often. If his master
did it right it was wonderful if not the memories of horrors would invade his
conciousness and he would panic. Still in the lingering abstract mindset of the
bondage, where concious and subconscious started to mingle. His master would
slide his cock inside him. Giving long languid thrusts. Q could only accept his
master's desire in the vulnerable, both emotionally and physically state.

The first time James had tried this. He made the sex about pleasure, both his
and Q's and Q hand panicked. Now it was about absolute control, his mater
taking and possessing. It made Q feel owned, cherished and safe in the presence
of his master. Even when the thrusts became quicker and more forceful building
up to his master's orgasm he felt safe in the strong arms.

Q and his master then would come to awareness to together. Q from his head
space and James from his orgasm. “Thank you Master”

--

Q sat in his lab. It was a basic room, with no decoration. A workstation where
Q could stand or use a stool while he work at it. He spent most of his time at
the workstation, a curving bench with a bank of six monitors. There was also an
electronic white board taking up an entire wall. The metal shelves and server
cabinets were industrial and functional. A table against one wall with tools
and components, organised to Q but scattered to most others.

Q was monitoring the joint Hungarian, Europol and Interpol investigation into
the Aurora School. The autopsy results were now available and Q found them.
Master Alec told him not to bring up James' assault on the school. Q however
was curious.

Looking to a photo Q remembered the man, before he had two bullet wounds, when
he was a walking monster. One bullet in the crotch the other in his forehead. Q
had dubbed him the South African because that is the accent he spoke with. Q
smiled at the morgue picture of the first person to have raped him. The round
face with close shaved head was a little decayed but recognisable.

There was the fat language instructor. Even more bloated in death than he was
alive. The rubber clad man Q could not bring himself to think about. Then an
old man, Dr Cleave. On him Q stopped. There was a little regret and loss. The
man had done horrific things but Q had liked his voice and his sharp eyes and Q
always had a thing for older men.

Pushing aside the conflicting emotions and moving on to the next file, Q burst
out laughing. A woman, red hair, closed brown eyes, a bullet going straight
through her right eye socket. “Master James is not without a sense of poetic
justice” Q said to the image of the woman he dubbed the Photographer.

More guards and staff, some recognised. The nurse, the lifeguards that drowned
and revived him, the old woman without the beehive wig looking even more like a
skeleton, her son, the smarmy valet instructor, everyone Q remembered, all but
one. There were others he did not recognise most had been dressed in staff
livery or the combat gear of the guards. Then Q came to an image of a bald
black man. Q couldn't bring himself to feel one way or the other over he death
of the man who whipped him daily. There were no bullet wounds, he had been
beaten to death. “Couldn't handle a Double Oh that wasn't exhausted” Q said to
the image of the man who also killed Peabody.

Looking through the survivors, mostly slaves and students. About a dozen Slaves
had been poisoned and died in their cells, mostly the bestial Pony Slaves or
gladiators who tended to be quite dangerous when left to heir own devices. One
of Q's worst experiences was with a pony slave, near the end of his training.
The thing was human by DNA but they were bred for physique, while any human
intelligence had been bred out of them generations ago. Until broken in they
were wild animals.

All the survivors had neck wounds where the capsules were hastily removed. Q
recognised some of the others partners from the sex lessons. Even the teenager
who helped the whipping instructor, in getting him to respond erotically to
corporal punishment. Only one was missing.

“Where is Julia and Joey?” Q mused wondering what happened to the man he dubbed
the Partner and the Sex lesson Instructor. Her mother and brother were amongst
the dead but she wasn't. And to Q it was a bit of a coincidence that they were
both missing.

Having faith in his master. Q let the matter drop hoping Joey was safe.

--

Will Graham was almost to the point of tearing his hair out. Sitting in his
home office staring at the mass of evidence trying to picture the person he was
trying to profile. Something wasn't right and his consultation with Dr Lecter
had not helped. The man was giving him answers but it felt like he was being
led a merry chase.

The chime of the computer announced an e-mail. Bringing up the program Will
paused. The e-mail was from an unrecognised account and contained several image
and video attachments. The phone of his desk then started issuing its
electronic bleat.

Picking up the receiver. The voice was altered and and disguised, mechanically
deep and echoing. The pronunciation of words indicated English and it sounded
educated. Age and sex were unidentifiable. “Will Graham, what I have given you
will be inadmissible. But you need to know the monster you truly need to
fight.”

The person hadn't hung up. With a foreboding Will moved the mouse, wedging the
receiver between his shoulder and ear as he did so. Clicking on an image. It
was Dr Lecter. One hand held a strip of skin as he used a knife to peeled it
off a person's leg. The person was tied down, her head back and the mouth open
in a scream.

“Do you see? Mr Graham”

Without clicking it. One of the videos started playing. Dr Lecter was speaking
softly. His Southern drawl just like when he had been speaking with Will
earlier that night. He watched as Dr Lecter removed part of a person's liver.
The person still alive, screaming and begging. Like the image still, it looked
like security footage from an industrial kitchen. He watched Dr Lecter lightly
fry, season and eat the liver with such a look of ecstasy.

“I see” Will said and the line went dead

--

“One down, one to go” Q mused.

The next target was British. Briss and Sons a butcher supplying some of the
finest restaurants in Britain. Unlike Dr Lecter there was no one looking into
Hillary Briss. With a hardened heart Q accepted more blood on his hands.   

The Syndicate was very careful about health. Slaves from a households where
communicable disease were know to exist would be automatically destroyed. Those
master could never sell a slave and if they did they could pay for it with
their lives.

It took some work but Q found a few Slaves that had a range of nasty infections
or viruses and were on their way to be destroyed. Quickly Q altered their
health records and put them on the market. Making sure Hillary Briss would
purchase them.

Q manipulated the online auction. No one but Briss saw the lot of diseased
slaves. Q pushed up their price then let Briss win.

Days of work and it would be months before Q found out if his plan paid off.

--

Coming out of his lab. Q walked along the landing. The foyer below him. Walking
down one of the sides of the grand staircase then turning to walk down the
shorter section with the front door ahead of him. Q crossed the foyer and stood
at the door, hand poised. When the chime of a bell sounded he pulled it open.
“Good Morning Madam” Q said to Eve

The dark eyes cast him a look from the top of his head to his feet. “Feeling
warm?” Moneypenny purred.

Q gave her a teasing smile. She always said something like that when she
arrived. “No Madam, My masters prefer me nude so I am nude. As I was the last
time you were here and the time before that” Q said in a tone so dry he knew
Eve wasn't sure if he was teasing or not.

“Please. This way, Madam” Q said and indicated the stairs.

Eve walked beside him. As they climbed the stairs. She flicked her eyes to the
blond man coming down the other side of the stairs. Eve turned and climbed a
few steps backwards to keep watching him.

Matthew with his defined chest, arms and tight six pack on display and in only
a pair of shorts. The blond slave on his way to exercise. “Now why dose he get
to wear clothes” Eve purred.

Stopping on the landing that connected the tree branches of the stairs. Matthew
gave a soft smile to the guest. Then looked to Q for guidance.

As it turned out Matthew did not stay clothed on his own decision, it had been
an order from James. Once everyone knew James had lifted the order. Matthew
still wore, mainly shorts for James, Alec and Jon's comfort as they were
especially affected by what had happened to the slave. Matthew himself, like U,
Q and Severine, pride and shame were not luxuries that he felt entitled to now.

Deciding to give Eve the option. “If Madam wished Matthew nude she just has to
say so. But be warned slaves have no say in what is done to them”

Eve looked sharply to Q. She was wary and had seen some of the things that had
happened, that scarred slave that floated about. The one she saw on the first
time here with that extreme hour glass shape. It was no longer desire or even
curiosity. She wanted to know how badly a human could treat another human. “May
I see whatever Q is warning me about, you may refuse” Eve said to what had to
be one of the most handsome men she had ever seen.

The wavy yellow blond hair of what should be a model or something fell into
teasing and sparkling blue eyes. “My Pleasure Madam” Matthew said and slid his
fingers between the waist band of the shorts and his hips and eased them down
until they fell to the floor. Revealing a perfectly smooth crotch, looking like
he had been born that way.

“That's what in means to be a slave” Q said to the stunned woman. Giving
Matthew a nod. The slave swept down picked up his shorts and headed for the
gym, not bothering to pull them on again. Q was defiantly a bottom but he had
to admit Matthew's rippling muscles in his tight arse was very tempting.
Shaking the thoughts off, Q took Eve's arm and led her upstairs.

The Double Oh was asking all the same questions as everyone else. Why, what,
why again, then what again which was ultimately the same as the whys and whats
ending with “how could someone do that?”

The literal answer was hooked blade and a then a good plastic surgeon. The
medical office was now gone, the doctors scattering in the wake of the exposure
of the Aurora school. Q answered more hopefully with the only reassurance he
could. “Matthew is here, safe, accepted and happy. He has friends who
understand and help him find whatever joy he can”

In his lab. Q stood in front of his electronic white board. Again Eve was
confronted with the absurdity of this place. A Top Secret briefing, conducted
by a slave wearing only a black leather collar around his neck, with no body
hair and the purple head of his penis exposed and jiggling as Q moved about.
The people, Q, the scarred slave, even the one she had just met all seemed
happy in the absurd situation. It felt a little like stepping through the
looking glass.

Q using a presenting mouse to stated the briefing. The wall behind him filling
with information. “You should be familiar with this man, Le Chiffre”

While Eve confirmed she had learned the details of the Le Chiffre mission.
James came in to watch as well. Brining up a new image of a dark haired man
with a small face with a pointed chin giving it an upside down triangular
shape. “Castor Zuse. For all intent and purposes has replaced Le Chiffre as the
banker to the world's terrorists. He is also one of the highest ranked and most
influential members of the Syndicate...” Q continued the briefing into Eve's
target.

“Lunch?” James called. When Q had finished. With Eve accepting.

Entering the kitchen. A deep room, in a rectangle shape situated in the back
corner of the house. Divided into two sections. The square Kitchen area with
the windows over the back gardens. The dining area had an oval pine table and
French doors out to the side of the property.

Arya the designated cook for the day dished up bowls of soup. Q ferried the
bowls from the counter to the table. Jon arrived with Severine and took their
seats. Then U, James giggled slightly as the slave moved past him. “Been
helping Alec in his studio” James purred.

“Master?” U said turning to James.

Q saw what his master was sniggering at. Using the basic reflective quality of
the oven door. Q called the Slave over. Turning him round and indicating the
reflection. U had to rock up onto his tiptoes to see the counter-top oven. U
giggled and gave a blush. On U's left arse cheek was a royal blue hand print.

“Go wipe it off before you sit down” James instructed. U trotted off to comply.

Q was in his place beside his Master James when Alec arrived. His jeans and t-
shirt spattered with paint. His hand still had a little of the royal blue paint
under his fingernails. He took his place and tore a piece of bread and dunked
it in the soup.

There was a sudden sense of discomfort rippled over the table. Especially from
James and Jon. “Sorry Masters” Matthew said and was about to leave. His blond
hair was darker and lay flat, still wet from a shower and he had not dressed.

“Sit” Alec ordered softly. He to was uncomfortable but hid it better. Adding,
“You don't have to hide anything”

“Thank you master” Matthew said and sat. Still a little embarrassed, not for
himself but because he had made the others uncomfortable.

U returned and sat beside Alec. He rubbed against his Master and gave him a
quick peck on the cheek. Alec responded, with a cheeky smile.

During lunch. Q caught Alec’s eye and gave a subtle glance to Eve. Alec taking
the hint, “Eve would you like to see my studio?”

“That would be nice” Eve said. To be polite.

Then Q caught U's eye and indicated Master James.

After lunch U distracted Master James as Q wanted him to. Alec led Eve out the
the small barn like shed that had been built along with the swimming pool and
large garage.

After getting what he needed Q joined his Master and Eve in the shed. In the
open space, sky lights let in plenty of light even on an overcast day like
today. Alec had taken up art and whenever he came out of the shed he always
looked more at peace. Only in bed did he achieve the same peace. Q had no
passion for art but U did and eagerly helped and even produced a few pieces
himself.

Two pieces of work on easels sitting back to back. Q recognised U's comic book
style on one. A yellow border, like a comic book cell with a 'Meanwhile'
printed in black letters at the top right of the yellow border. Master Alec's
face looked out, like he was leaning into the observers personal space. The
scars made more prominent, drawn as Two Face. A hand in the background flipping
a coin depicting Janus.

On the other easel was Master Alec's more realistic style. It was a nude of U
but his skin and hair looked like they were fabric, like he was a doll or
something. He looked like he was trying to cover his nudity but no hand covered
his crotch. It was the scars, that had been painted like they were mismatched
patches sewn onto a once perfect doll that U was trying to mask.

“Madam” Q called, moving on from the paintings. Holding out a pen drive. Q and
with the help of Silva. The man retiring to his grandmother's island. Together
they had developed a nasty virus that would invade Zuse's system and upload
everything to Q's servers.

“Castor Zuse has records that would help Interpol. In their investigation of
that house of horrors in Hungary. Could you please get it? Madam” Q said.

“Sure, sweet thing!” Eve responded. With a smile.

Q walked Eve to her car. The chill in the air barely notice. Opening the door
of the convertible sports car. “Master Alec has asked that we do not discuss
that house of horrors with Master James. So could you please make no mention of
my request, Madam”

Eve smiled and nodded. Stepping back. Q watched as Eve flew down the drive
kicking up gravel as she went. A single arm waved as she disappearance into the
surrounding tree line.

--

In the chamber on the House of Commons. The chairman of parliament, The
Speaker, stood. Looking down the hall like room, the government on one side and
the opposition on the other. The Short man had a clear voice and it rang down
the chamber. “Foreign Secretary Peter Creedy” He called giving the man the
opportunity to speak.

With the debate to do with foreign policy. Only the Foreign Secretary, his
opposition counterpart and those with question were in attendance. Without the
Prime Minister there, Peter Creedy could sit at the dispatch box where the
Prime Minister usually sat. When his name was called the big man with beady
eyes stood. Resting his hands on the podium like dispatch box. “My Right
Honourable...KA-ha” The man made a coughing sneezing noise and blood spattered
the wooden surface that separated him from his opposition counterpart. Wiping
his face there was blood coming from his nose and mouth. And he was starting to
feel dizzy.

--

Q stood in front of his workstation. The breaking news was quickly becoming the
story of the day. The presenter was still perky and trying to sound serious and
coming off as hollow. She announced trying the stop the permanent and automatic
smile, “Peter Creedy was rushed to hospital this afternoon with an unknown,
suspect viral infection. Members of parliament have been quarantined and are
awaiting the identification of the virus. We are also getting reports, dozens
of similar indicants across the country. Health officials have announcer their
investigation into the source is ongoing.”

“Was this your doing” Alec purred coming up behind him and wrapping his arms
around his middle.

“Yes Master”

“Do I want to know how?”

“I don't think so Master” Q said finally turning in the circle of his Master's
arms. Getting a kiss.

“I trust you Q. But be careful”

“Yes Master, always” Slowly his master let him go and Q returned to his work.
The financial information from Eve had steadily been coming through over the
past couple of days. And he had an idea.

--

They had gotten a little bored waiting on Alec and U to come to bed. So after a
little mutual oral and a satisfying orgasm Q just rolled off his master. Still
lying side by side, top to tail. Q on his stomach and resting his head on his
crossed arms, head near the foot of the bed. James lying on his back leaning
against the headboard hugging Q's leg and idly stroking his hand up and down
it. Then playing with the round of Q's arse and the toy that kept the slave
ready at all times.

“Master” Q called and waited for permission to speak. “Why have you not spanked
me since that time at Merovingian's?”

James stilled a moment. And Q continued speaking, “I do like it and it makes me
horny and I know you enjoy it”

James gave the backside a playful swat, the most his did now. “Violence is
something I am drawn to but a I'm ashamed that I like. I don't want Alec and
especially U, and... You to deal with it” James said, as usual he gave a little
snot of laughter over the U, You bit. Still amused by his own Q, U joke and now
U, You.

James watched Q looked over his shoulder to him. As always there was complete
acceptance of everything in the slave. “It is my honour and pleasure to serve
my Masters. I love them both and the home they have built. I would be proud and
thrilled to accept anything you desire, even the things you are ashamed of
Master, because they are a part of you”

Giving the rounded arse another playful smack “You Q, are a romantic. And your
master loves his slaves as well” James said and Q blushed again. James returned
to playing with the exposed base of the buttplug.

A painted U crashed into the room. The body art had progressed quite far since
that first hand print and Alec was quite good at it. Although today, streaks of
colour, patterns and random lines mingled to looked like U had been caught in
an explosion in a pint factory.

U was gasping and gesturing to the door. The security panel by the light switch
was blinking, indicating someone was coming through the front gate. James was
moving pulling out a gun and Q was getting some trousers for his master.

“A car. It's Jarvis” U wheezed out. Then U vanished out of the door before
James could tell him to get Jon and Arya.

James led the way. Q behind him. They met Jon and Arya on the stairs also
prepared for a fight. James though about ordering Q and U back to the room or
the panic room for safety but there were some orders neither followed.

James joined Alec outside the front door and saw an outline of a gun tucked
into the back of his lover's jeans. Then James' eyes flicked to the newest
arrival. He was nude like Q and U, a hand held behind him with a gun out of
direct line of sight. He in some things was like Q and U, he would be at his
Masters' side no matter what. Especially his preferred Alec, who had been
teaching him.

What put a knot in James' stomach where Q's friend was concerned. He was also
not like Q or U, someone who was smaller, weaker, someone who needed
protection. In that regard Matthew was like himself or Alec. He was strong. In
sparring Matthew had pinned him, Alec and Jon to the mat. He soaked up anything
he or Alec taught him. If he put his mind to it Matthew could be a Double Oh
and that made what happened to him(becoming a sex slave/prostitute and being
castrated) even more scary. James had hoped if he had ended up in a place like
that school, his end would be like Peabody's but wondered if he could have
ended up like Matthew, Q or U instead.

The building noise of an engine pulled James from his thoughts. The crunching
of gravel was added to the growing noise. The headlights pierced the darkness.
The car coming out of the tree line. It was a big people carrier at least a
seven seater. It slowed and pulled to a stop, not doing anything suspicious.

Alec took point going to the driver's door on the right. Jon and Arya circled
left. James and Matthew moved to cover Alec.

Q watched as Alec waved James closer to the diver's door. His masters and the
butler to Merovingian engaged in a brief conversation. “Something's wrong” U
whispered.

Q would have been thrilled if he hadn't been thinking the same. U had come on a
long way. He had grown in confidence in dealing with their masters and had
learned to read and anticipate them. With concern they watched as their masters
stepped back. The lean blond butler stepped out of the driver's door.

“Matagot!” U whispered. Q's eyes flicked to the passenger door. The old Valet
of Merovingian was stepping out. The slightly older version of himself or U,
Merovingian liking specific description of men in is slaves. Dark wild hair,
lean and blue or green eyes and Matagot was no different. Although there were a
few flecks of grey in his hair and had a few lines in his long face and
crinkles around his steel blue eyes.

“Kuku!” U said loud enough to briefly draw their masters' attention along with
that of the slave himself. The long haired, round faced Chinese slave coming
out of the sliding side door. The only one not dressed in simple black trousers
and t-shirt. Like always he was in white tunic hanging to mid thigh and
billowing trousers beneath.

“Tiger?” Q added. The other far eastern slaves of their old Mistress stepping
out, guided by Kuku. Other slaves were coming out the far side of the people
carrier. Out of the back, was one of the few slaves Q had interacted with
socially. Belonek was a competition wrestler who was rather nice as long as you
didn't step in a ring with him. And with sandy hair was the only non brunet
amongst the delivered slaves, he still had the light green eyes though.

Alec and James came up to them. Alec looked like he was deciding if he should
laugh or cry. James looked like he wanted to rage or sulk. Alec grabbed Q's arm
in passing. “Show our guests to the kitchen then a meeting in the library” Alec
ordered Jon and Arya

The door under the left arch of the staircase, led into the library and that is
where Alec pulled Q. James, U and Matthew following. In the room where James
usually bound him. Q waited. He didn't think Alec was angry at him, just
annoyed with whatever was going on.

“You, You...” Alec spluttered waving an envelope.

“Q did you do something to Merovingian?” James said the more balanced in the
current situation.

Q bit his lip. James was not aware of the order Alec had given him. “Answer”
Alec ordered.

“Yes, Master.”

“What did you do?” James demanded starting to loose his cool.

Alec seeing the Salve was still trying to keep his order and the knowledge of
James' assault on the school a secret. “Just... James we know you destroyed the
school, now Q, speak!” he ordered calming.

“With the information supplied by Miss Moneypenny. I was able to guide the
Interpol investigation to the customers of the Aurora school. We are safe,
along with anyone else who paid by cash, bearer bonds or any other untraceable
means. But the customers like Merovingian are vulnerable because there is a
money trail going from the school's banks to the banks of the customer” Q said.

Looking to James, “Master if I may, What happened to Joey? I couldn't find him”

James smiled and opened his arms and Q stepped into the embrace. “He is safe.
That Julia's life depends on it. I bought them a small cottage in the village
and MI6 set up an identity for them” James said into the nest of dark hair
under his chin.

Lifting his head from James' chest. “The Village?” Q said and pointed in the
direction of the village about ten miles away. When he got a soft smile and a
nod. “Thank you Master”

“Master” Matthew called softly to James who nodded for him to continue.
“The...I don't know who she was...”

Q turned in his master's arms to look at he slave stumbling over what he was
trying to ask. “She is gone” Q said hoping Matthew was taking about the vulture
in a beehive wig.

Accepting Q's answer. Matthew looked to his master holding Q. “Thank you,
master”

Alec's voice interrupted them. Bring the topic back to tonight. Waving the
letter, “We have been asked to take ownership of Merovingian and Persephone's
most prized slaves”

Severine, Jon and Arya arrived. “The Butler is outside, wants to speak with
you” Jon said.

“Are we keeping these Salves and I don't want to here 'As my Master commands'
no one is getting out of not making a decision” James said to the group.

“We won't be as safe with them here” Q said into his master's chest, ashamed
that he was frightened by so many pitching up. There were similar comments from
Jon, Arya and Severine.

U, still in the body paint like a living piece of random colours or an abstract
artwork. Closed in on Alec wrapping his arms around his master and muttering
something quietly. “At least you are honest” Alec said to the slave.

“U is worried he will be replaced. Both in his duties in running the house,
Matagot being more experienced. And with us, Puck and Kuku being a better
Valets” Alec said to James and Q.

“Never” James reassured the slave huddling against Alec.

“Matthew” James prompted.

“My masters made me feel safe and welcome. I have the same fears as both Q and
U but I couldn't refuse someone else what you have given me”

James felt Q cringe in his arms. “We could work something out, Masters” Q said.

Then U joined Q in his change of heart, “We can't turn them away master. What
would happen to them?”

That unknown also weighed on James' mind. “Reluctantly, I say we keep them”
James said. Alec nodded his agreement.

“If you don't feel safe. You can move away, Severine can go with” James said to
Jon and Arya.

Panicked, Severine gave Jon a subtle shake of the head. She would not leave her
recognised masters. “We will stay” Jon said speaking for himself and Severine.

“There are benefits to being here” Arya said and sent a teasing smile to
Matthew.

“If we bring them in. We will have to be careful. Not just about attacking the
Syndicate but the work we do for Mallory as well.” James said.

“We don't have enough rooms. We will need to out fit a dormitory” U mused
starting to think practically of the suddenly increased household.

“Matthew and I could share a room” Arya announced.

“As Madam desires” Matthew replied and Jon glared at the slave. James raised an
eye brow at Arya, he knew the two had engaged in some form of sexual
interaction. However she did not seem to be overly affectionate with the slave.
And the way she offered her room, it sounded more like a command than an offer.
“We will work something out” James said

After a nod to Matthew from James, he went to the door to allow the butler in.
The lean man, dressed in a three piece suit and with a pocket watch spanning
his waist, entered. Casting a glance at the nude castrated slave who was
permitted to carry a gun in his Masters' house. A strange thing, a severe
punishment that marked the slave as dangerous or untrustworthy but was allowed
to be armed, which also indicated he had no aversion to committing acts of
violence. Very strange.

Carrying a brief case. Jarvis stood in the middle of the group. Awaiting the
decision of the masters of the house.

“We have agreed to accept Merovingian's kind gifts” Alec announced.

“Their deeds” Jarvis said holding out the case to Alec. U at Alec's side
accepted the case on his master's behalf. Another positive anticipation,
allowing Alec to keep his hands free so his master could fight if needed.

“Are Sirs in the market for a butler?” Jarvis said. Just a little curious about
the strangeness of the house and what his previous employer saw in these men.
Also if his previous employer saw this as a safe place for his most prized
slaves it may be a safe place for him as well.

Before giving an answer. Alec had one more thing to asked the butler. The point
had been glossed over in the letter and Q had not mentioned it. “Where is
Merovingian and his wife?”

“They are being held by the German authorities in Frankfurt. All of the
legitimate assets have been seized. Most of his non legitimate assets are being
liquidated to fund their mounting legal bills”

James burst out laughing. “Well the bastard took us for ever penny we had in
that crooked baccarat game. So I can't say I sympathise”

“Well we had better meet everyone” Alec ordered. “And Jarvis, we will give you
a trial for now”

The household of James and Alec stood in the foyer with their backs to the
stairs. In a line, one butler and nine slaves came out of the door to the
kitchen. Jarvis first, Matagot, Puck, Kuku, Belonek, two Girls of about 17-18
and a boy and girl of about 16 then the blinded Tiger being led by the hand of
the boy. Most dressed simply, in black jeans and black t-shirts.

Jarvis introduced all the slaves. As he said their name. Matagot, Puck, Kuku
and Belonek announced clear and precise with a bow, “One is pleased to be of
service, My masters”

When Jarvis came to the first of the older girls and hesitated. What he was
about to say was considered confidential but as the Masters' of the new slaves
they should know. “The next four have not been named. When the Master and
Mistress were considering having children there was a problem. The mistress was
unable to get pregnant. The master blamed the mistress and the mistress blamed
the master. So the master allegedly impregnated three slaves and produced three
daughters. In an act of spite the mistress fell pregnant by a slave and
produced a son. Being unrecognised by the master and mistress and as the
offspring of slaves they too were slaves from birth. However the master and
mistress would not allow them to be put on the market. They have been working
as maids, nothing more“

James stepped forward and looked at the four. The 'allegedly' piqued his
suspicion and with the market bit, all slaves entering the market having their
DNA recorded. Did Persephone's anger make her fall into a trap of her
husband's? It was easier to pretend to be a father than it was a mother.
Pushing past the mutual love/hate relationship of Persephone and her husband
and their games.

James touched the chin of the oldest girl. Her eyes snapped to him in response.
There was a hesitant and frightened smile. Like Merovingian she was sharp
featured and green eyed. Her straight hair worn long. But that wasn't enough to
judge parentage. Q and the other slave particularly the one at the head of the
line were no blood relation. But the girl had similar features to them.

“How old are you and were you called anything before? Answer truthfully” James
ordered, wanting to know if someone had named her without Jarvis or Merovingian
knowing.

“19 Master and, Slave, girl, maid, bitch slut...” James stopped the her. The
French voice falling silent.

Noticing something, James lifted up the sleeve of her t-shirt. A white armband
around her biceps. There was one peeking out from under the sleeves of the
other three as well.

“Master” Q called. “There is a high value in a virgin and are generally off
limits until first rites are taken. A white arm band is used, so no one can
claim ignorance if they have sex with them.”

Nodding to Q, for the explanation. Moving to the next, this one with a rounder
face and her nose more button and less sharp than her apparent half sister.
“Age and were you known by a name? Not including the names already mentioned or
something similar.”

“18 Master and no Master”

The third girl was the same as the first. She was 17 and admitted to no name.
Like her alleged oldest sisters had green eyes but her face wasn't as long or
sharp.

Then came the boy. 16, he to admitted to having no name and there was no doubt
in James' mind he took after his non alleged mother. Dark brown eyes and
straight black hair hanging long. He had his head up and a slight up lift to
his nose gave him a permanent condescending snooty look. Just like his mother.
He was very attractive and James could already tell he would be a spoiled
handful given half a chance.

Looking to Alec, Q and U. James was torn, they needed to name the four. As if
reading him Q and U nodded their heads and gave a soft smile. Pointing to the
first girl. “Unless you wish another name you are A” James said.

The girl gave a nodding bow, “Thank you, one is pleased to be of service my
Master”

“B unless you give me another name” James said to the second girl. She to
responded like the first.

“C” the third girl was named and gave the response.

“D unless you have another name” James said to the boy.

The boy's nose went a little higher in the air. 'definitely his mother's son'
James thought and then the tone abrupt and changeling. Sarcasm dripping from
every letter, “Thank you Master. It is my most humble desire to serve you”

The butler cleared his throat in warning and even the older slave gave a
warning glance to the boy. He sent them a smirk and then as well as any of the
other slaves James had seen. Bowed and in a reverent tone, “One is pleased to
be of service my Masters”

Then the last, Tiger. James knew of him. Unlike the rest he made no sound as
Jarvis announced him. Standing in front of the Asian slave. His head shaved,
milky eyes the only obvious flaw and oblivious to all around him. “No
acknowledgement of your new Master” James said and the four recently named
slaves flinched, the more experience were able to keep still at his anger.

“Master” Q interrupted softly stepping up to them. Taking Tiger's hand he
lifted it so it was held palm up, then let go. The slave kept his hand where Q
had positioned it. “Tiger is furniture, Master. A very low class of slave. They
do the job of a stand or table, the more advanced might do something like be a
living door opener or trolley. Whatever position you put him in he will stay in
until he collapses. He will never speak, act or react independently. Most don't
even move while being looked at”

James then watched Q look at the Salve with a curious expression. “Tiger, lower
your hand” Q instructed and the slave did. “It would appear, Master that Tiger
will also respond to verbal instructions”  

James nodded. His anger at the slave melting. Whatever he had done to Q he had
ultimately come off worse in the end.

After getting the newest additions settled in. James, Alec, Q and U entered
their bedroom. “Master” Q called while lowering James' trousers and giving a
brief kiss to the revealed cock and then one on each thigh. After James allowed
Q to continue. “If you are unwilling to spank D may I have permission to. Only
when he is disrespectful or naughty”

“Might not be a bad idea. That one looks like trouble” Alec said coming out of
the attached bathroom with a clean U behind him.

“We will show D love and compassion. And if all else fails will we tan his pert
hide” James said pulling Q to bed and falling together in a tangle of limbs.

--

“Well Masters, U. Are all bets in?” Q said coming into their room. U and his
masters reclining in their super king sized bed.

“Out with it” James ordered.

“A, no match to Merovingian” Q said

“Stop dragging this out” James complained.

“B, no, match, to, Merovingian” Q said, slowing the speed of his speech
further. Tormenting his curious master.

“I swear I will tan your hide in a minute” James threatened. “Promise” Q
purred.

“C....”

“Get on with it”

“C, paternal, progenitor, is...”

“Q” James called in warning. Q nodded, “She's Merovingian's. No surprise D is
Persephone's”

“Hold on” Alec mused. “There is two years difference between the oldest fake
daughter and the youngest real. Why lie?”

Climbing into bed. Q reclined between U and Alec. U cleared his throat and drew
his masters' attention. Q chuckled softly, his masters were about to learn a
lesson, go to the slave for the accurate gossip. “According to Matagot.
Merovingian lay with every woman slave twice and produced nothing so he lied.
When Persephone started trying to get pregnant he tried to cover his lie. He
wanted at least one who could pass a DNA test if Persephone grew suspicious. It
was IVF or something. The problem with having a child was with Merovingian not
Persephone.”

“Matagot knew” James lifting his head to look at U.

“Yes, Master. A slave knows all, sees all, and is not half as oblivious as a
master thinks they are.” Q said

“Good to know. Do you thing we should start putting locks on the doors, Q's
lab, the kit room, our room?” James said.

“As long as you never sell them. There will be no problem master” Q mumbled
starting to relax.

Flicking the light off. James pulled U close and kissed his forehead.
“Goodnight Masters, thank you for your kindness” both slaves mumbled into the
darkness.

“Night loves” James mumbled.

“Soppy sods, love you lot as well”

--

U climbed the stairs. Going to the bedroom at the front left of the house, Jon
and Severine's. U pushed it open. Immediately U went to the white mantelpiece.
Wiping the surface U saw the streaks in the light dust. Shaking his head U then
looked under the bed and in the footwell of the dressing table, finding bits of
fluff. In the attached bathroom there was soap-scum around the drains of the
shower and sink. Coming out of the room. Next door was Arya's and U was not
pleased, although Arya could destroy a cleaned room in no time.

The last of the rooms on the side of the house was for, Matthew, Belonek,
Matagot and Kuku. The four beds came out into the room. A dresser one side and
a bedside cabinet the other. A communal dressing table and extra chest of
drawers were also in the room. It was still Spartan but more than he ever got
in Merovingian's house. It also had an attached bathroom. U was still not
pleased after inspecting it.

Continuing round, along the back of the landing. The next two rooms were
smaller the first was for Puck, D and Tiger. Puck's bed and the area around it
was perfect. Even a blind slave could make a bed better than D. The are around
D's bed had been tidied up but the clothes in his wardrobe were not folded or
cared for. “I will have to discuss that with master” U muttered closing the
wardrobe and the drawers. D thinking cloths were a status symbol dressed, along
with Severine and Kuku the only slaves that regularly dressed. But if D did not
care for the clothes their masters gave him they should be removed until he
did.

Continuing the inspection into the bathroom the two smaller room shared. U
found more fluff, soap scum and this time something that looked like mould at
the bottom of the toothbrush holder. “Lazy brat” U spat.

The bedroom of A, B and C was better. Again the every day maintenance was fine
but the hoovering U doubt had been done, despite the noise he had heard
earlier. Also the dusting had not been done. The two big guest bedrooms looking
over the back of the house. Again U was not impressed. Then the two last
bedrooms with a shared bathroom along the back, one belonging to Jarvis.

Along the final side of the landing. There were only two rooms D was allowed
in. The first room on the side was not properly cleaned either. Then Q's lab
with the 'No Entry' sign. U opened the door to their master' room on the front
right of the house. The curving wall with the windows and the bed opposite the
door. The Bathroom to the left.

In the middle of the room the hoover sat humming away with no D to be seen.
Going to the vacuum cleaner U was about to switch it off then though better of
it. A quick glance to make sure D was not in the bathroom.

Coming out his and his masters' room. U flung open the door to Q's lab. D
jumped, turned to the sound of the door opening and dropping something. U
marched froward grasped the younger slave's ear and started pulling him along.

“Let go” D demanded as he was pulled along the landing. Going down the stairs
he continued to spit, “you dried up”...”OLD”...”UGLY”...”PATCH-WORKED”...”FREAK
SHOW”

U listened to none of it. At one point the reference to getting older, although
only 4 years older than the other slave or the mention of his scars from the
flawless and beautiful slave would have concerned him. However he cherished and
trusted his masters and it was enough to ignore the comments.

Tapping softly on the door. A muffled, “come” sounded from the other side. U
then gave a slightly harder rapping, to make sure Q was out of his head space
before they entered. The library, Master James sitting at the table in the
centre of the room, pulling his glasses to hook under his chin. Between two of
the pillars that supported the balcony looking like a spider web. Q stuck, like
a caught fly at a diagonal angle.  

U pulled D and stopped before their Master. “I found him in Q's lab. He broke
something”

“Masssterrr, I was cleaning” D whined sending big pleading eyes to James. James
for his part was having trouble containing his mirth.

“You have to clean in order to clean, those rooms have not been touched” U
snapped unsympathetic.

“No matter what you are doing. You are still are not allowed in the Lab” Q
snapped. Annoyed for the weak excuse, breaking something in the lab and most
importantly disturbing Master James and his alone time.

“But” D whined.

“He is not taking care of his clothing, I recommend he should remain nude until
he learns Master” U said.

“A spanking wouldn't go amiss Master” Q added.

James couldn't think of a good excuse to overrule U or Q. D had been given an
inch and he was taking a mile. There had been reports from the others. “I'm not
saving you this time. Listen to U and your spanking will depend on what you
broke and how clean the rooms are”

D sent a brief glare to U as he striped out his trousers and polo shirt. Like
all of Merovingian's slaves, Tiger and Kuku the exception he was circumcised.
Unlike the other slaves, Severine unknown, he had short and stubbly pubic hair.

“Have you stopped washing” U demanded seeing the un-groomed slave. Then
something caught U's attention. Gasping the slave's circumcised cock he
inspected and wiped a whitish scum from behind the ridge of the gland. “What is
this?” U demanded letting D see the smegma on his finger. “it stinks”

“Shower” U said and started dragging the other slave out.

James was silently laughing. He related it to a fucked up family structure.
James and Alec were the ones with the power but were a bit of a push over. Q
and U were the hard arsed ones who taught, with patience but accepted no
nonsense.

“Master”

James looked to Q. He was at an angle his head at the top right and his legs
slightly splayed. One going down the other to the side. Like he had been thrown
and had stuck to the web behind him. It was a little funny to be having a
serious conversation like that. James thought he knew what Q would say but
nodded for him to continue.

“D needs to learn his boundaries. Other forms of punishments, increased chores
and loss of privileges have not worked. You would not be a bad person to spank
him and it may show him. He will be the first Slave to have been spanked in
this house. If you don't want to, I, or U could do it as we are the ones
recommending a spanking”

“I know. If he is to be punished it will be Alec or I to do it” James said.

--

Alec and Jon were still not as comfortable with nudity as the slaves were. Even
now, Alec and Jon were in just shorts. Matthew was nude. Arya was tying the
boxing gloves on Matthew while Jon was doing it for Alec.

The gym looked over the back of the house. The Library the other side of one
wall and the kitchen the other side of the other wall. The open area in the
middle, today being used as a ring. The equipment set up around the room.

Ready, Alec and Matthew squared up. A quite click and the new slave Belonek
entered. Like the rest he was nude and stopped, seeing his master squaring up
to a slave. Q had told James and him, the slaves were not accustomed to
sharing, living and working in the same space as a master. And it unnerved them
that James and Alec saw them training. Most master just wanting to see the end
result. And very strange to them, seeing their masters training along with
them.

“Want to fight the winner” Alec called wanting the new slave to feel welcome.

“It would be my pleasure master” the sandy haired slave replied. “Warm up” Alec
ordered.

“Ladies” Arya called, and banged two sort bars from dumbbells together as a
makeshift bell. Although part of the insensitive comment Alec couldn't think on
it before he had to duck the right hook and got a left jab in the stomach.
Swinging, Matthew dance out the way. Alec lunged getting a few jabs at
Matthew's stomach. A punch to his head and Alec wasn't sure his head was still
attached and a sudden jolt as he sat. Arya was ringing the bars again, matching
the ringing in Alec's head.

Jon helped him up and untied his gloves. Belonek stepped forward. He accepted
the gloves and squared up to Matthew. Arya rang the makeshift bell. The two
slaves attacked.

“STOP” Alec bellowed. The two slaves stopped and dropped their heads. Even from
the first punch Alec could see there was no check on either Matthew or
Belonek's punches. Both were aiming to do real damage.  

“This is not like the matches I saw at Merovingian's” Alec said to the new
slave.

Looking to Matthew, “Just because you are fighting a slave doesn’t mean he is
to be hurt.”

To both slaves. Alec said, “This is a friendly match. To keep us honed and fit.
It is not a life and death scenario. You will not be punished for loosing and
there is no reward for winning.”

“Yes Master” both answered

Alec nodded and Arya banged the bars again. This time the fight was not the
immediate viciousness that he had seen before. Jabs were exchanged. Alec was
getting caught up in the fight, both were skilled. He felt himself ducking and
weaving with Matthew. He held himself from cheering, worried Belonek would take
his support of Matthew as an instruction to throw the fight.

Alec winced as a left hook to the chin and Matthew went down. Arya ended the
match. Matthew gave up his gloves to Jon. And Jon squared up to the naked
slave.

The door opened and Q stepped in. Eve behind him. Arya seeing the woman smiled,
“Eve! Fancy a match?”

“I suppose” Eve called back looking over the new addition and Matthew. Arya
handed over the two short bars to Alec and dragged Eve upstairs to get changed
out of her tight skirt suit.

Alec chimed the bars and Jon got in the first punch and Belonek went down.
“Hu!” Alec said with confusion. “Did you even try?”

The new slave stood and looked down. “No Master”

“Have you faced a non slave before?” Alec said softly. “No master”

“Okay” Alec said softly and indicated Jon should come closer. Q and Matthew
untied the gloves from Jon and transferred them to Alec.

Stepping up to the new slave. Alec touched his down turned chin with a glove
and the eyes snapped to him. “Try you best but no injuries” Alec ordered.

There was a worried and hesitant nod from the slave. “Yes master”

“Belonek, there is no trick” Q called to the slave and got a relived smile from
him.

Trusting in Q. The sandy haired slave danced out of the slightly heavier and
slower Alec. Delivering a right hook that had Alec stumbling back. As Alec had
not fallen the match continued. Belonek went in and got a few punches but
delivered another blow and this time Alec ended up on his arse. Jon chimed the
bars ending the match.

“Poor master” Q consoled helping the man up.

“Gotta love a pretty naked guy beating a rugged blond to the floor” Eve purred
from the door.

“Come on cat fight” Alec goaded. They watched Eve and Arya square up. And knock
lumps out of each other.

“Enough” Jon shouted and stepped between the two. Both women fairly bruised.
Neither having fallen. Q went to the fridge in the corner and pulled out the
ice packs. Alec, Eve and Arya the most heavily bruised.

--

Collapsing on the couch. Alec let out a sigh. A brief brush to his knee in
warning then someone sat in his lap. Opening his eyes, to be met with U's pale
blue. In U's hands was a small tumbler with a clear liquid. Accepting the vodka
Alec sipped it.

“Why did you shave D. If he wants hair on his balls it makes no difference to
us. Wouldn't mind it on someone else” Alec said, giving a caress to the bare
scrotum of the slave in his lap for emphasis.

In the background. James grumbled about a hairball the last time he blew Alec.
And Q asking when that was and happy James could not remember. Q declaring
blowjobs were his job and wouldn't react well to competition.

Ignoring the bantering master and slave. “He needs to learn master. If D has
privileges he must accept responsibility.” U responded lying his head against
Alec's shoulder.

“Listen to mummy” James teased from the other couch where he had Q curled up
beside him.

“This is nice” Alec mused. Looking from the widows at the front of the room,
the French doors that opened onto the side patio. The TV on the wall showing a
football match. At one time Alec had enjoyed the game but he had lost interest
since he first became Janus. The modern furniture didn't quite fit with the
classic style of the building but Alec was sick and tired of classic and
opulent. He wanted leather and glass and hard lines.

James wondered at Alec's comment. The quite put him on edge. The house seemed
so full that they were tripping over each other. Jon and Severine were in their
room. Eve had taken Arya to London for a weekend of post mission blowing off of
steam. So they were not the problem. The moment Q sensed his discomfort and
looked at him, James dislodged the slave and stood.

“James leave it. They need to take care of themselves” Alec grumbled as James
left the room with Q following.

On this side of the foyer, to the left of the front door. The lounge at the
front, a rarely used study and a general reception room that led out to the
back. It was used as kit and dressing room as it gave the easiest access to the
swimming pool out the back.

Across the foyer. At the front of the house was the formal dining room. Then a
drawing room that had been given over as an informal rec room used mainly by
the slaves. Then the kitchen. The Gym and Library at the back of the foyer with
the grand staircase going up and splinting left and right, so the doors were
under each of the wings to the staircase.

Getting closer to the rec room. Moaning and a growing clamour, like spectator
encouragement. Pushing open the double doors. “What is going on” James
demanded. Everyone sprang up and bowed their heads, pulling their arms behind
them. The formal stance all the slaves fell into.

A and B were nude like they usually were. Before the two women stood, they had
been lying on a table, holding their knees up and wide apart, exposing
themselves. Matthew had been kneeling in front of A and Belonek in front of B.
Puck, Kuku, C and D had been watching. Belonek, Puck and D's erections were
fading fast in their master's first display of genuine fury. Where Matagot and
Tiger were James didn't know or care in that moment.

“I am waiting” James demanded.

“Master” Matthew said quietly but clearly with a wavering fear in his voice.
“Belonek was asking about my experience with women and A and B volunteered.”

“Get out here” James ordered. Matthew led the three who he had mentioned out.
Closing the door behind them. James paced up and down. Trying to marshal his
thoughts.

“Master” Q called. “When you first bought U and I. You said if U needed
companionship he could approach any of us. Matthew and the others should have
asked first but are they refused companionship?”

Q then flicked his eyes to Matthew. Taking the cue Matthew picked up the
argument to head off his master's anger. “I'm sorry master for not seeking
permission. Belonek was just curious about women and asked me. A and B
volunteered, we did not ask them and they were not penetrated. Their virginal
status has not been altered”

“Master” the soft French accent of A called to the pacing man, screwing up her
courage. “I'm sorry for not seeking your permission, Master. But to be
pleasured by a slave trained at the Aurora school is a rare thing. I was
curious if the rumours were true”

“I'm Sorry master. I have no excuse to not seek your permission” Belonek's more
eastern accent cut in. The slave casting a fearful eye to the smooth crotch of
Matthew.

James saw the glance Belonek gave Matthew's crotch and the slight tremble in
him. His anger was fading with the explanation. The first though of some horror
was being dispelled.

“B” James prompted, the only one not to answer. “I'm sorry too master and await
your punishment”

“As long as no one is forced. I have no objection” James said and the four
thanked him.

“You don't have to perform either. You can find a quiet place, alone” James
said. And could see the confusion. Privacy a concept they were no longer
familiar with. Even D who liked to wear clothing, for him it was just a status
symbol he had been denied as an anonymous slave in his old household. Not an
act of being self-concious.

“You can get back to what you were doing” James muttered.

“Master, if I may” A called. “How far are we permitted to go?”

At that question Q felt he needed to interfere again. Calling his master, Q
took the man's arm and walked him away from the group. Quietly he explained.
“Master. A virgin has a high value. A master either takes the slave's virginity
themselves, offers it to someone or sells the slave”

“Oh” James whispered casting his eyes to the girls that admitted to still being
virgins after what he had seen. “They can go as far as they wish” The moment
James said it Q cringed indicating he was missing something. “Spit it out”

Q looked to him. “To a slave their master is like a king or a god. To loose
your virginity to a slave is shameful. It means you are not worthy of your
master”

“Even if those masters are as bent as a 9 bob note” James whispered. Q nodded.

“Hold on. If A, B, C and D were ignored they never met their masters. They
never lost their virginity because Merovingian was apparently their father, he
never let anyone take first rites and didn't sell them because he didn't want
the lie known. If a master is everything to them, would they respond well to a
master spending time with them”

“Yes master, always. Matthew, Belonek, Matagot as well”

James snapped his attention to the group still standing across the other side
of the foyer. His heart sinking, he had hoped they were happy but realised he
may never be sure. Approaching Matthew, who James in all honesty assumed to be
straight. Brushing then cupping his cheek as he would Q or U. Matthew leaned
into the touch and gave a smile. Breathing, “Master”

Withdrawing his hand. James saw the moment of disappointment at the loss of the
touch. The next slave, James did the same. The trained sportsman looked a
little hesitant. “Thank you master” he said and it sounded genuine and
relieved, from the stressed it was at the start of events.

“You were not trained in pleasure. Have ever really interacted with a master?”
James said.

“No master. I was to act as a bodyguard while in transit. My old master knew
Ari.. Q didn't have friends. I was the closest thing so sent me”

James looked to Q. There was a blush on Q's cheeks, spreading across his nose.
Now James knew why Merovingian sent the wrestler, a gift for Q as much for
them. With a final caress to the slave's cheek getting and a hesitant smile.
James moved on to the older girl. She to was a little unsure of the physical
contact from her master but thanked him as did the younger.

“You are free to go as far as you choose.” James said finally answering the
question.

“Will one of my masters wish first rites?” Was A's follow up question.

“Would you like one of us to” James said. A, blushed a deep red and to James it
screamed yes. However he got the response he now expected from a slave. “As my
masters' desire”

James also saw B. Eagerly awaiting the response as well. Letting the older girl
go first before she dared to make the same request. Going to the door of the
rec room. James slowly opened the handle. Sure the other slaves would be
listening on the other side.

“C, D” James called, this time leaving the door open. When the two slaves
joined the line. James brushed D's cheek and cupped it. Mentally cheering. He
was eager for the recognition and interaction with his master, just like the
rest. Bribery had not worked. Punishments, extra chores, loss of privileges and
even the spanking hadn't worked. Perhaps, time and physical affection was the
key. C also desired the touch of her master.

“A, was asking about first rites. Is anyone else interested” James asked.

“Yes master” both B and C answered.

D looked down glaring at the ground. “Is that a no? If you don't want me
touching you. You can choose whoever you want” James said tipping D's chin up
but D refused to look at him. There was a shrug. “As my master desires”

James deflated inside. It was just like Q in the beginning. Before they found
their balance around each other. D was a gobby(for a slave), opinionated(for a
slave), brat(for a typical teenager) with the only thing he was taught to bring
him fulfilment, cut off from him. He had little self confidence under the
bravado.

Ruffling the soft black a hair. “Think about it” James said. He was already
planning on changing his tact with the young man.

“I will discuss your request with Alec. As you were” James said and taking Q's
arm leading the slave back to the lounge.

“I should have left them alone” James mumbled to Alec in passing. “The girls
want us to to be their first. Matthew, Belonek and possibly the rest seemed to
want some personal time with their masters as well”

“Bugger you, James. I told you to leave them” Alec groaned. Matthew and Belonek
he could admit had an appeal, even the other men but he was happily a big old
10 or was it 1 on that scale thing, completely homosexual, not even close to
James' male leaning side of bisexual.

--

With his head buried in the open bonnet of his Aston DB7. “1/4 inch socket
wrench” James said holding out his arm. There was a metallic clicking as the
head was changed, then James felt the tool placed in his open hand. “Thank you,
D”

Standing back. Indicating D should sit behind the driver's seat. “Start her up”
James called. He watched as D bit his lip, remembering the procedure. Checking
the hand break, clutch down, ensure it was in neutral, pulled out the choke,
turned the key and the engine flared to life. “Thank Christ for that” James
muttered he was starting to grow tempted to take a sledge hammer to the classic
car if it didn't start cooperating.

James dropped the bonnet and came round to the passenger side and getting in.
“Put it in first” James instructed. Slowly the person who had only ever
travelled inside a crate and once in the back of a people carrier edged the
classic car out of the garage. Intense concentration on his face. “You're doing
good” James said softly as D edged the car in a circle around the front of the
house and down the long winding drive. He was concentrating so much on the car
he didn't even give the automatic response to praise.

When D had pulled the car back into the garage. Finished for the day, the slave
in a set of overalls let them fall from his shoulders. Completely nude
underneath the dusty white garment.

With James giving U more attention. First spending time like this. Then D
getting more bashful, he asked for his master(only asking James) to take the
first rights. It was an awkward encounter for James. The slave of legal age but
of dubious circumstances was as willing as he could be. Although the first time
with the girls was just as strange, presenting themselves like a sacrifice to
both of their masters. James had developed a bit more affection for the boy
than the others. With D's attitude improving he had been copying the others
more and been wearing less as a result. He even asked for a buttplug to be like
the other male slaves.

D came up to his master's side. James wrapped and arm around the younger man.
Getting a brilliant smile. “Thank you master” D mumbled and James kissed the
top of his head.

Pulling to a stop. The sound of a car could be heard over the sounds of birds.
Jarvis appeared at the front door, heading for them. However before the butler
could get to them a Rolls Royce came out of the tree line. “Master?” D called
him in concern.

“Run on” James ordered and swatted D's arse to get him moving.

James waited for the visitor to pull to a stop. The little man was at the top
of James' dream list of people he would like to kill. Adam Sutler was the
highest ranking member of the Syndicate in Britain.

The car pulled to a stop. Jarvis pulled open the back door. James extended his
grease stained hand to the man. James could see the reluctance in the man. He
truly hated greeting his hands dirty, both figuratively and literally.

“Janus or am I permitted to call you Mr Bond” came the rasping, low voice of
the short, older, dark haired man. Dressed in custom three piece with a matt
red tie.

“Haven't you heard. James Bond died on a bridge in Turkey” James casually
mentioned. Guiding the man inside. Befitting a man of his status. The senior
house slaves(in their case all) were in a attendance for Sutler's arrival. Alec
was to the right of the door as they entered. Along the left, Q, U, Matthew,
Severine, Matagot, Puck, Kuku, Belonek, A, B, C, D and Tiger. With the
exception of Severine who was not a slave of the Syndicate they all wore simple
leather collars about an inch wide and black. All had hastily thrown something
on, D back in his white overalls.

Sutler stopped in front of Matagot then Kuku, recognising them. “I take it you
are aware of the strain we are under” Sutler said.

“We are aware Merovingian is in trouble. He asked us to take ownership of
several of his more prized Slaves” Alec announced.

“It is more...” Sutler flicked his eyes about then fell silent. “A private
word, you hacker might be needed as well”

In the library. Q stood between the pilers he was usually bound between. James,
Alec and Sutler sat around the table.

“The Aurora School has led to some major problems. But with this house
containing all the pupils Britain has from that school, it is your problem. We
will help in whatever way we can” Sutler 's voice lightened at the end and
James had to hold his snort at the kind offer. The man wanted something and was
reminding them Syndicate protection went both ways. The Syndicate would protect
them as long as they protected the Syndicate.  

“We will of course help in what ever way we can” Alec reassured. Also seeing
through Sutler's kind offer.

“Hillary Briss. He supplies... meat...he calls it Special Stuff. It is the
source of this small viral epidemic. The authorities are closing in on him. The
Syndicate has decided Mr Briss has endangered our safety so we are cutting him
loose. However the authorities need someone to blame and we doubt My Briss'
ability to keep quiet if he is arrested. So I come seeking your expertise and
influence. We wish Mr Briss to have an accident. We are also hoping your hacker
can make sure there is no evidence leading beyond Mr Briss, like there was at
the Aurora school”

“Not to difficult” James mused.

“Masters, if I may” Q called. “Dr Lecter was a guest of my old master, who I
attended. He had a friendship with Mr Briss. I am familiar with Mr Briss'
Special Stuff. The authorities will most likely know what they are looking for.
A suicide would help confirm Mr Briss' guilt. And his customer base should be
severed, at least those who are known to be infected.”

James and Alec looked to the man who for all intents and purposes was the
Syndicate in the United Kingdom. He was weighing the benefits and draw backs of
the recommendation. “Mr Briss had some influential clients” he mused.

Forgetting that Alec and Q always implied things when they might set James off.
“What is the Special Stuff” James asked.

James watched Sutler shudder. Like many, Merovingian included. He may be
personal disgusted by what another member of the Syndicate finds appealing but
would never stop them. “Human meat” Sutler growled.

“Do it” Sutler ordered. Showing no compassion for those who were a threat to
the Syndicate. Even if they were members.

Finishing up the meeting. Sutler looked to Alec, the more prominent member of
the Syndicate. “Merovingian's daughters...”

“Will never be sold” Alec interrupted.

--

James, Alec, Q and U stood in front of Q's electronic white board. The perky
presenter was really not so perky and even looked a little green.

“The body of Hillary Briss was found hanging in the cellar of his storage
facility today. Along with the body of Briss was the remains of up to three
other people. The police have not ruled out the possibility of a cabbalistic
link between the bodies and the still unidentified virus that claimed the life
of the Foreign Secretary.”

James clasped Q's shoulder and pulled him close. “I'm sorry for any pain I
caused you in the beginning.” James said. Tightening his hold around Q, hushing
the immediate forgiveness. “I have no idea how you stayed so sane”

“I still feel something deep down master. But it gets less noticeable every day
and I'm mostly happy” Q said into the chest.

“This is a fucked up family type thing but I'm happy and I hope everyone else
is” James mumbled.

“I'm happy master” U called.

“Me too” Alec added.

“So how many Syndicate members did we cull this time” James asked.

“About 10 households directly. About 20-60 members. Exact numbers are hard.
There is no definitive lists of members, affiliates or associates. And with
people coming in, getting thrown or fallout out continuously it's hard to tell”
Q mused

“Well It's a good day's work and we have many days ahead” James said.

--

James arrived back from London. Stepping out of the Land Rover. Jarvis and
Matagot coming to help him. Going to the back they pulled out several bags.
“The paper bags to the Library” James ordered. Referring to several high end
shopping bags from a jewellers.

James had only discussed this with Alec and Jon. Jarvis knew because he was not
affected but they wanted it to be a surprise for the rest.

That evening, like the night the household suddenly expanded the slaves stood
in a line in the foyer looking at the stairs. This time headed by Q, the most
senior of the house. Jarvis off to the side with Arya. Alec, James and Jon on
the first step of the stairs. Flat, long and narrow jewellery boxes on the step
behind them. One looked more like a pizza box while the another was about half
as wide.

Alec picked up the first narrow box and with a snap the velvet interior was
revealed with only Alec able to see what was inside. “Tiger” Alec called.

The Slave that had been Persephone's prized possession, who had been blinded
and demoted to furniture hesitantly took a step forward. A testament to how far
he had come in the household. “That's it, this way, stop” Alec said letting the
slave be guided by his voice. The milky eyes looked in Alec's direction, “Thank
you master”

Alec stepped forward and undid the simple leather collar he arrived with. From
the long narrow box he pulled out a collar that looked like the body of a
bronze snake, long, rounded and segmented. It was not solid and the segmented
sections moved, allowing it to go from straight to the ring shape.

“Your rank is bronze” Alec said and wrapped the bronze snake like necklace
around the neck, when he pressed the two ends together it clicked and was
closed. The slave ID engraved onto one of the segments and barely visible.
“Thank you master” Tiger said and hesitantly touched the new collar.

“Two side steps to your left and three back” Alec instructed. With faith in his
master Tiger did as instructed and ended up almost exactly where he started.

“D step forward” James ordered taking Alec's place. When the dark eyed slave
was in front of him. James removed the leather collar. “Rank Bronze” James
announce and saw the young man's head drop. An insult he was no higher than a
slave that used to be furniture.

Pulling the bronze collar from the box, making sure he held it in the middle.
The segmented metal hung down either side of his hand. Letting D see it. James
opened his hand and the middle segment was white gold. “That means me. You are
only mine.” James said and indicated the white gold segment. “ But listen to
those who out rank you” James whispered. He was rewarded with a brilliant
smile. “Yes Master”

When James had secured the collar. “Thank you master” D whispered. James tipped
the chin up a bit more and gave a brief kiss to the pale lips. D stepped back,
puling the collar to try and see the single golden segment.

Puck, Belonek, A, B, C, Kuku all got a bronze collar. Just like Tiger. All
owned jointly by Alec and James.

Alec called Matagot forward. The naked slave stood before him. Q and even U
vouched for him. James and himself would have been happy to give him a bronze
collar along with the rest. “Rank Silver” Alec announced and placed on the new
collar.

“Make sure harmony and happiness are felt by everyone” Alec whispered. They had
been careful to stop things like ambition and jealousy in the group, some still
stuck in those ways including the slave that now had a slightly higher rank.

“I will, Thank you Master” Matagot said and stepped back.

“Matthew” Alec called. Accepting a box from James.

“Silver” Alec announced and fixed the collar around the slave. Giving the man's
face a caress as he did so. The two more athletic slaves his secret preferred
of the group. “Thank you Master”

Both James and Alec stepped back. Jon took the slightly wider jewellery box.
“Severine” Jon said to the woman and she stepped forward. Jon announced,
“Silver”

The slaves tried to see what was happening. Only James with D had taken as
long. This time Severine was doing something in return. When they separated
everyone could see the snake like collar was two tone. Alternating links of
Silver and some darker grey material.

“Q, U” Alec called and both he and James stepped forward. Jon a step behind
holding the biggest box.

Q shared a quick glance with U. With James in front of him and Alec in front of
U. Jon opened the big jewellery box for them. There were two collars and two
rings. All alternating three tone of Yellow, rose and white gold. James picked
up one collar and Alec the other. Together they wrapped the collars around
their slaves. “Thank you masters” Q said and heard U's voice speaking in unison
to his own.

“Your turn” James whispered and indicated the ring that was sitting in a
recess, below where his collar came from. As Q reached so did U and both their
hands trembled slightly.

Unlike his new collar the ring was a solid band. Yellow gold blending into rose
then into white. His Master held out his left hand. Q needed to pumped his
fingers a few times before his could control the trembling and grasp his
Master's hand. Alec and U in a smiler predicament. Q slid the ring up. Only
once Q had completed the task did he trust himself the tear his eyes from his
task. “My Master” Q whispered and James learned in to kiss him.

When he pulled back a hand guided his chin and he got kiss from Master Alec as
well. Then U got one from James. A snap and Q saw Jon's left hand, he too wore
a ring version of Severine's collar. “Is this perverted wedding master?”

“Do you want it to be” James purred with a cheeky and challenging smile.

Alec thumped his lover's shoulder, “Yes”

Chapter End Notes
     Thanks to all who have read and supported with Kudos and Comments.
     I know the torture chapters were extensive. But I felt I needed to
     show what had fucked up Q so much, and the likelihood of recovery was
     remote. With U and the rest I wanted to show that Q was not alone in
     his mentality, even though others did not share the experience with
     him at Aurora they had suffered something being part of the culture.
     And I needed to give James a motivation to direct his anger towards
     M, to override his loyalty and patriotism and become a terrorist, the
     motivation of the story.
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