"Black Site Lust Triangle" (closed)

[CutiePie1997]

"Black Site Lust Triangle"​

Kriss Everly
24 years old
5'9", 125#
36C-25-36
Hazel green eyes
Naturally blond hair

Kriss had been pacing back and forth in the cell off and on for more than an hour. It seemed in her mind to have been closer to three hours. But it wasn't. Spending time in a 6x8 foot cell with no windows can do that to one's mind.

She had no idea why the fuck she'd been kidnapped in this way. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Kriss had many reasons why someone would want to do this to her. Only problem was, she didn't know which of those reasons or the person behind said reason might be.

Boots upon concrete could be heard approaching. Kriss Everly came to a stand still in the center of the cell and struck a defiant stance. The door opened to reveal a man about her own age carrying various food items on a tray.

"What?" she said annoyed after he'd simply stared at her for a long feeling five seconds or so. Was the man ogling her? Or had he simply been surprised to finally see who was in the cell? After all, it must have been a shock to see a minor celebrity locked up in a classified government black site. She cocked her head, smiled, and asked, "Cat got your tongue?"

Kriss couldn't know that the man had been instructed not to speak to her. He set the tray on a small shelf in the corner to his left. Then, glancing back at her again, he stepped back to the hall and reached for the door's controls.

"Hey...! Hey!" she hollered as the heavy metal door closed again. She hurried toward the barrier, reaching it just as it slammed shut. "What the fuck! What the fuck!"

 

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Michael Reilly
26 years old
6'1"... 180 lbs
light brown hair
hazel eyes
athletic build

Michael had entered the Marine Corp. right out of high school. He had done several tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, and had proven himself to be very good at what he did. He was an expert marksman. In fact many of his colleagues and several of his superiors had told him that he should go to sniper school. Michael considered it, but decided that, he just wanted to be an ordinary Marine that flew under the radar.

While deployed in Afghanistan the last time, Michael heard about an opportunity to make good money while using some of the special skills he had developed in the Corp. He asked a few questions about it, and when he returned from his deployment, Michael inquired about signing on with the group. He was going to be a soldier of fortune.

Once accepted, my first assignment is in some dark prison. I have no idea where I am. I just know that I have been told that the prisoner is to be closely guarded and there is to be absolutely no communication with her what-so-ever. The first time I see the prisoner, I recognize her from a news report I saw on the tv while waiting in the airport. She was some celebrity who had apparently gone missing.

My second interaction with her was when I dropped food off to her in her cell. Despite being locked in a dark, dreary cell, she was still full of attitude. She taunted him a little when he would not talk to her. He stared down at her with his hazel eyes and turned and exited the cell. He had a feeling he was being watched just as much as the prisoner was being watched. He wasn't sure why that would be.... maybe it was because he was still new.

After exiting the cell, I return to the post I had been assigned. One of the other men comes over and starts making idle conversation with me. I don't say a word. I don't want my conversation with him to be misconstrued as communicating with the prisoner. Plus, any talking that she hears could run counter to what the objectives of my employer may be.

 

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Connor Aberdeen
28 years old
5'8", 126#
34A-24-34
Deep green eyes
Light brunette hair, tinted blond

"I hate Italy," Connor mumbled as she walked away from the Blackhawk helicopter that was winding its rotor down behind her. She looked to the man walking beside her. He ignored her initially but then met her gaze. She added, "And I hate helicopters."

"I know, boss," he said, turning his attention back to their destination. "You've been telling me that since we left Washington."

They were met by four Marines, who escorted them to the entrance of a small building. Inside, the jarheads handed the pair off to a Marine Colonel. The officer in turn handed them off to an unidentified agent, likely CIA. That woman once again handed them off to another suit. Connor knew this woman as Eleanor Martin, though, that was probably not her real name.

Connor also knew Ellie to be with an unidentified contractor who performed intelligence gathering for the State Department. That meant torture when necessary, of course, though Connor was hoping such actions wouldn't be required with a mere YouTuber.

Connor's male escort ceased his forward movement at the next of the guarded portals. He wasn't authorized to get any closer to the POI, Party Of Interest, as some dramatic person had decided Kriss Everly would be called.

Connor was led to a small windowless office. She looked about herself, surveying the space. It had everything she would need for her work, including a laptop computer, tablet, and cell phone.

Without even checking the electronic devices, Connor knew they would not be internet capable. Nothing she did here today or in the days to come would ever leave this place electronically.

"Who's watching her, Ellie?" she asked. The contractor gave her the name of the daytime guard. "This Michael Reilly has experience with interrogation?"

"No," Ellie said. "You said you wanted a virgin."

"His background?"

Ellie lifted a tablet she'd been carrying, tapped an icon, and began listing all they had on Reilly, from birth and primary school to military service and adult relationships. Connor was very impressed with what Ellie's people had dug up on the man's personal life.

"He doesn't know how he's being used," Connor said. It wasn't a question so much. It was a yearning for verification that her instructions had been followed to the letter. Ellie confirmed. "Good. I want to see her. Not in person. Where's the Monitoring Room?"

As they walked down a passageway, Ellie asked, "Do you know when you will want to meet her? Begin the interrogation?"

"Six days," Connor said without hesitation. "Maybe ten."

Ellie gave the other woman a look of surprise. "And, in the meantime?"

"We watch her, and we watch this Reilly," Connor explained. "I know this woman. She will try to get him to talk to her, and she'll succeed. She's good with men. Women, too. She'll get him to talk to her, and when she does, we'll get a better picture of whether or not she has what we want."

"Enhanced interrogation would get that for us, too," Ellie said with a bit of impatience and arrogance. "I cracked Ahmed Hamed Ali in six hours, and he was a hardened instructor and then leader of an ISIS bomb making school. I'm sure I can crack a--"

"We do it my way or I go home," Connor said after stopping short to stare at the other woman. She repeated something Ellie already knew, "I hate Italy. I hate helicopters. And I'm missing the second season of Stumptown."

Ellie drew and slowly released a deep breath, then gestured toward their destination again.



Two hours later, Kriss's cell door opened again. She was sitting at the head of the bed with her back against the wall. Her legs were crossed before her beneath the blanket. She toyed absent mindedly with some frayed cloth of the bedding's trim. Her legs weren't visible, but it was obvious they were bare as her jeans were now laid out over the foot of the bed.

She looked up to find the same guard as earlier entering with a small box. It contained toiletries, a warm wool sweat outfit, a small selection of reading materials, and more.

Kriss immediately began asking him more questions. Where was she, why was she being held, when would she see a lawyer, did her family know where she was, and the like. He didn't answer, of course.

"Will you at least tell me your name," she asked with a bit of a flirty smile. "C'mon. Just your name. Make one up if you want. I just need something to call you. Anything. It'll make it easier for me to think about you when you're not here."

Kriss let her gaze fall to the guard's body as she said that last bit. She wanted him to know she was flirting with him. It was what many pretty women did when they wanted something they weren't supposed to have. Hell, Kriss had been doing it all her life. She wasn't a slut or anything like that. But she had been and most definitely was a flirt.

She shifted her position and let one long, bare leg slip out from under the blanket, hanging it over the edge of the bed. A small portion of her bared midriff became visible above the blanket's edge. There was just a hint of her black boy shorts for the man to appreciate if he happened to glance below her bountiful bosom.

"First name?" she tempted him. She smiled wider, then pouted. "If you don't tell me something, I'm going to have to make something up. And I guarantee that you won't like the name I pick for you."

She smiled again, winking to him.

 

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He had no idea what was going on, and he really didn't care. The money he was making was good, and all he had to do was guard a female prisoner who was locked in a cell and not communicate with her in any way. He could do that.

Standing silently on his post, he refused to talk to anyone. He acknowledged other guards with a slight nod of his head but not a single sound. Others talked, but Michael was a stickler for the rules. No communication meant no communication, and he adhered to it.

The next time that he had to visit the cell, he took a package that included personal items and some articles of clothing. The prisoner was trying to get him to talk, but it was no use. She flashed some skin in hopes of getting him to talk to her, but he didn't utter a sound.

When she extended her bare leg, and even when she bared her midriff, Reilly remained firm. He was tempted to give her a smirk, but decided that even that could constitute communication, so, he remained firm. Not a sound. Not a change in expression. Nothing.

Her threat to make up a name for him that he would not like was almost comical and almost broke his stern demeanor. He was, however, able to maintain control and keep a straight face. He backed out of the cell and locked it... staring into her eyes with a look that said not to challenge him.

Returning to his post, Reilly stood near the wall. He had heard some chatter about an important person arriving. He still did not know who all of the players were, so, until they had been introduced to him, there was nobody that was important. He was only concerned with the orders he had been given.

 

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Connor stood from behind her desk as the guard entered. She wasn't sure whether he would pop to attention military style or simply stand there before her. Which ever, she didn't care. She'd never much stood on all that pomp and circumstance, even during her 6 years with Army Intelligence.

"Take a seat," Connor told him, gesturing to the chair opposite the pristinely organized desk. Connor had always been a neat freak when it came to her work space. Her home in Denver and even her living space here at the Italian black site were very much the same way. "My name is Connor Aberdeen. Yeah, yeah, I know. Boy's name. Father wanted a boy but got six straight girls."

She didn't explain that topic further. It was hard to discuss. Her mother had died during Connor's birth. It was the reason she, the last of the girls, had gotten a boy's name. She'd never known her mother, obviously. She'd never gotten the girly treatment that her older sisters had. Her step-mother had done her best, but then Steppy Stephanie had practically been more manly than Connor's own father.

So, Connor had grown up a tomboy. She'd played rough sports. She'd joined two otherwise all-male sports teams. She's learned to shoot even before joining the Army, where she'd been a shooting coach before becoming an interrogator. She'd even come to enjoy having women in her bed just as much as men, though, she didn't consider herself a lesbian.

"You can also tell by the accent," Connor continued, "that I am a mutt from the UK. Grew up bouncing about England, Wales, Scotland. Even some both time in both Irelands, so, I've been told I talk funny."

She smiled, then chuckled. The irony of all of that was that she'd also spent a decade of her childhood in the US. The result was that while she sported what most thought to be the accent from the island across the Pond, she typically used the words and colloquialisms of America. Mutt!

Connor asked, "So, what do you think about our guest? Impressions? I see that she attempted to engage you in conversation. Perhaps even a bit of flirting? She's a nice looking woman, that's for certain. Nice legs. Nice--"

She cupped her curled fingers casually out before her body. The implication of what she meant was more than obvious. As she listened to what the guard had to say, Connor studied him from head to waist, the rest of him hidden behind the desk.

Michael Reilly was an attractive man, with a ruggedly handsome appearance and physically fit body. She read his file by now, of course. She knew his age, his height, his weight. She'd seen photographs kept in his medical file, the ones of him in nothing more than a pair of jockeys. Nice build. Nice package. She'd spent a bit too much time admiring both.

After he'd said what he wanted about Kriss Aberdeen, Connor added, "Most of the other guards have expressed an interest in hitting that. What about you? Any interest?"

She didn't have to ask Reilly if he had had the same thoughts the other male (and even 2 of the female) guards had had. She knew he had. All men who didn't otherwise prefer other men liked a woman like Kriss Everly.

Whether Reilly answered, and whether he answered honestly, was of no concern. Connor needed something from him, and the only thing that would hamper her aim was if the man really did prefer cock to pussy.

"I know you have been ordered not to engage with the POI," she said. She sighed and rolled her eyes, correcting herself, "Miss Aberdeen. I know what your orders were. I want you to disregard those. You have new orders now. I want you to interact with her. I want you to tell her name. I don't think Englemeier Colcumberick or whatever she chooses to call you is going to help us."

Yes, yes, Connor thought to herself, confirming what she knew Reilly already knew. We hear it all.

"I need Miss Aberdeen to feel comfortable, with her situation, with her containment, and with you, Michael."

Connor didn't usually use the given names of her subordinates. But she wanted Reilly to feel as comfortable with her and she wanted Kriss to be with him.

"Feel free to talk to her," Connor continued. "Feel free to spend a few more minutes in the cell with her. Not too much. But just enough. If she asks for something new, tell her you'll ask about it. Don't be too obvious. She'll see through it. She's one smart little cookie."

Connor studied Reilly a moment, then asked, "Are you okay with this?"

 

[BeachBum25]

Reilly was at his post when he was told to report to the office. Once inside the office, Connor Aberdeen introduced herself and told him to have a seat. He did not salute her. He did not suspect that she had ever been military.. probably a civilian contractor for the military. Either way, he sat down without saying a word. He still was not sure what her position in this op was, so, he listened carefully to her.

He listened to her drone on about being given a boys name, but made no attempt to acknowledge or respond to anything. As far as he was concerned, this was a test to see whether he could follow orders. Until he was sure that Connor Aberdeen was someone in a position of authority, he chose to remain silent.

When Aberdeen asked what he thought of the prisoner, he remained stoic. He didn't respond to her gesture about the prisoner's breasts or to any comment about the prisoner's body. As he watched Aberdeen, he could sense that she was someone who was accustomed to being in charge.

"I have formed no opinion on the, as you called her, "guest." I have been instructed to do my job and have no communication with her. What I think of her physical features is immaterial, because it is not within my purview to have anything to do with her."

He listened as it appeared that his orders were being changed. He hesitated as he heard Aberdeen say that he was now to engage her, and actually to befriend her. "If those are truly my orders, I will carry them out. However, I can't help but wonder if I am being tested."

He looked at Aberdeen. She was incredibly beautiful and very sexy. He wondered if they didn't send her in to test his ability to stand up to an attractive woman. After all, despite what he had just said, he had certainly noticed the body and beauty of Kriss Everly.

"I am okay with this, if this is what is truly expected of me. I can follow orders, but I don't want to have to be wondering if different people are giving me different orders to test me. If that is the case, maybe I am the wrong guy for the job."

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Having received confirmation of Aberdeen's orders being legitimate, Reilly stood and left the office. He waited for a little while and hung out in the lounge area. Then, he grabbed a few snacks; fruit, a granola bar and a bottle of water and headed to Everly's cell.

He approached the cell with the tray. After unlocking the cell door, he stepped inside. "I thought you could use some nourishment." He placed the tray on a table and turned to face her. "You were right, I did not like the name you gave me. My name is Michael."

Figuring that was enough talk for the first time, he turned and left the cell; locking it behind him. He knew that she would be somewhat confused and wondering what had changed since his last visit. He would keep her wondering.

 

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"If those are truly my orders, I will carry them out. However, I can't help but wonder if I am being tested."

"Trust me, Michael," Connor said with a slight smile. "You're not being tested. From this moment on, your orders will come directly from me. You will report directly to me and only to me. You can check with your Supervisor when you leave here. I believe he is in his office."

When Reilly questioned about whether or not he was the right man for the job, Connor chuckled. She only replied, "You're the perfect man for the job, Michael."

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Kriss was excited beyond belief when the guard told her his name. She smiled broadly and repeated, Michael. Nice to meet you for the first time. I'm Kriss. Kriss Everly, though, I'm sure you might already know that."

She wanted to engage him further. But Michael was already heading for the door. Kriss hopped up and moved toward him, trying not to appear threatening. She'd stripped out of the kidnapping clothes by now. They'd begun to seriously reek. She'd donned the lower half of the wool sweats but not the top. They were tied low on her waist. With the one-size-too-small tank top they'd provided, Kriss's breasts were again prominent, her midriff was exposed enticingly, and her hourglass figure was well displayed.

"Don't go yet, Michael," she pleaded as he stepped out the door. "Can we talk some more?"

But the door was already sliding closed. Kriss rushed up to it, stood on her bared tippy toes, and tried to peek through a tiny, round, porthole-like window. She couldn't see anything beyond it, though.

"Michael!" she called at the metal and glass. "Can you ask them if I can bathe? Please! I stink!"

Kriss dropped to her soles again, leaned forward, and gently pressed her forehead against the cool metal. She spoke loudly, uncertain if they could hear her. "I need to shower, please!"

She waited a moment, then stepped back and looked about herself. There were two cameras in the upper forward corners of the cell. She spoke at them alternatively, "A pot of hot water maybe? And something different to read? How about a deck of cards? C'mon guys."

Kriss lowered her eyes again. She contemplated her situation. She looked at the two cameras again. Then she raised the tight fitting tee shirt to expose her unbridled breasts as she hollered angrily, "FUCK YOU!"

 

[BeachBum25]

Reilly did not want to give Kriss too much hope. He backed out and made sure that the door was sealed closed and locked. He had to admit that he would not be upset to take her to the shower. He moved back to the lounge and got himself a bottle of water. Sitting down, he thought of the two women he was interacting with; both of them very beautiful and with killer bodies. What exactly was going on?

Several hours later, Michael went to the cell with a pot of water, a wash cloth and a bar of soap. He sat it on the table. "This was the best I could do. I know it isn't a shower, but at least you can clean yourself off a little. Oh, and I am sorry, but the water is cold water right from the spigot."

Closing the door behind him, he stayed in the cell with her. "I know it isn't ideal, but you can turn your back to me while you wash your body off." He looked into her eyes. He was trying to get her to trust him. "I can have one of the other guards come in, if you would like, but all of the female guards are busy."

Standing against the door, Michael waited to see what her response was. He would not blame her for not trusting him. After all, he was keeping her locked in a cell. "I am not going to do anything Kriss. I need to stay here while the pot is here. I am going to stay right here by the cell door."

In an attempt to earn her trust, he kept his eyes on her eyes. He did not want her to think he was looking over her body, although, he would love to see it. "Time is wasting Kriss. What will it be?"

 

[CutiePie1997]

Kriss considered Michael's offer. It was little more than a sponge bath. She would have preferred a full shower or bath, obviously. She didn't understand why they wouldn't give her access to one. Then again, she didn't understand why she'd been kidnapped and thrown into solitary confinement either.

A sponge bath wasn't that big a deal. Taking one in front of a man she didn't know wasn't so extraordinary either. Kriss actually thought it might help her get close enough to him to begin pushing him beyond his orders. (Of course, she didn't know that another woman in the building was already working on that facet of the situation.)

But there were cameras in the corner as well. She'd flashed them her boobs earlier. Almost immediately, she'd been sorry about that. She might have posted some videos with her in bikinis or scanty clothing. But Kriss had never been photographed or filmed fully or partially nude. Now, likely, they had a recording of her flashing her young, firm C cups. Internet, here they come.

"I have an idea," Kriss said after Michael asked whether she wanted to clean up or not. She pulled the blanket back from her bed, then ripped off the top sheet. Returning to Michael, she told him, "Hands up and out. C'mon, up and out wide, like you're going to fold a blanket."

She did as she was telling Michael to do, and when he mirrored her, she put the corners of the twin bed sheet into his fingers. She positioned him so that he was hiding the spot next to the table from the cameras.

"There," she said simply. She didn't explain what he was doing now. Kriss presumed he understood. "I don't care if you see me, Michael. But those assholes are just gonna have to imagine."

Kriss turned her back to the man and ripped her tee shirt up and away. Then, pulling at the knot beneath her belly button, she let the woolen sweats drop to the floor, too. In an instant, Kriss was standing naked with her back to Michael. She glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled a bit.

"I'm not shy, Michael, you may realize that," she told him. She glanced at one of the cameras and added, "But I'm not an exhibitionist either."

Kriss soaked the rag in the bowl and began wiping herself. Her movements often gave Michael a flash of the outer roundness of her breasts. Assuming he was looking, that is. Kriss didn't look back to see whether or not he was observing her. She knew he was. He wasn't about to risk his life, health, or job by closing his eyes and allowing her to attack him. She couldn't know who else was outside that door, of course. But she knew it was unlocked. For all Michael knew, she might club him and take a chance.

The bath continued with the rag coating all of Kriss's body from forehead to waist. It was long enough that she could fling one end over her shoulder and grasp the end to swipe it back and forth across her back.

When it was time to wash her privates, Kriss finally looked to Michael and said playfully, "Don't look."

She parted her knees to wash her crotch. Then, twisting (which very much exposed her bosom), she wiped her buttocks and ass crack. Finally done, Kriss tossed the rag into the now noticeably dirty water. She donned the fresh panties she'd been provided, as well as the sweat bottoms and the sweat top.

"We're done," she told Michael, turning to face him. "Thank you very much. I really appreciate it."

Peeking toward the cameras, Kriss worked on an idea that had come to her before she began cleaning up. She'd already wetted a second, smaller wash rag with the then-clean water. Now, she lifted it to her face to wash it and spoke such that the cameras couldn't see her lips moving.

"Michael, please, you have to tell me where I am and why I'm here," she whispered very softly. She continued, "Please. I need to know."

 

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Reilly hesitated as Everly told him to hold his arms out. He wasn't sure what she was up to. He was keenly aware that the cell door was unlocked and he knew that she was probably getting desperate. However, she had no idea of the layers of security outside the cell.

Once he realized that she was trying to shield herself from the cameras, he assisted her and held up the bed sheet. He was on high alert the whole time that he held up the sheet, but he did let his eyes wander a little. They did not have to go far to check out her fine ass, and he was able to get plenty of view of side boob.

He knew that he was teasing him with the way she moved her body as she washed and with the comments that she made. There was no doubt that she was trying to manipulate him. She thought that befriending him and flirting with him would bring about a positive outcome when she asked him questions.

Once she was finished, he handed her the sheet without folding it. He watched as she placed it on the bed and picked up the second washcloth. Listening to her, he maintained a straight face.

"Kriss, you will find out that information when those in charge deem it necessary." He thought about the orders he had been given by Aberdeen to make Kriss feel comfortable. "I will see if I can find anything out for you, but, honestly, I don't even know where I am. They brought me here on a private jet and didn't tell me where I was going or what I was doing."

With that, Michael backed out of the cell. "I will get you what I can." He closed the cell door and locked it. Reilly went to the lounge and sat down. He needed to take a deep breath after being in such close quarters to a hot, naked woman.

After a few minutes, he left the lounge and went out to the cell and stood guard outside of it. He had no idea what this was all about, and frankly didn't care. He just wanted to make sure he got paid.

 

[CutiePie1997]

Kriss's attempt to learn more had failed. That was disappointing. But once she was dressed and facing Michael Reilly, she thought she saw something just a bit different in his demeanor. He'd enjoyed the little nudie show, she believed. She had to believe it, of course. She didn't have much more to offer her guard in way of enticements to help her out.

Some time later, Kriss heard movement outside the cell door. It wasn't much, just approaching boot steps. But they ceased outside rather than continued by. She went to the door and listened for a bit but heard nothing. Then maybe movement again?

"Michael?" she asked right at the meeting of door and frame. "Michael. C'mon. At least let me know it's you and not the executioner come to carry out some insane sentence for a crime I don't even know I've committed."

She was being dramatic, of course. But without knowing why she was here. Her heart leapt and her lips spread when he acknowledged that it was indeed him.

"Come inside, Michael," she said with an inviting tone. She waited but there was no immediate response. Had he not heard her? Was he contemplating doing so? Or was he simply not coming through the door? In a more desperate tone, Kriss begged, "Please, Michael. I'm going stir crazy in here. It's been four days. At least, I think it's been four days. I need to talk to someone, please."

In reality, it had been seven days since Kriss was snatched. She'd spend a good deal of that unconscious from the sedatives they'd given her during transport. She'd spent much of that time hooded, unable to see where she was or who she was surrounded by. Much of that hooded time she'd even had a noise cancelling headset on to further block her senses.

And yet this cell was worse. For some reason, believing she'd been kidnapped for ransom had been easier to handle than this. Being kidnapped to be raped and murdered, dismembered and buried in a number of holes in the woods would have been better, too.

Kriss didn't like not knowing. It was why she'd become an investigative reporter. She liked to know. She'd made some mistakes when she was younger, though, and no legitimate news outlet would touch her. That was why she'd turned to YouTube. She'd been ignored there initially, too.

Then she'd had a major break. She'd uncovered and reported on a conspiracy involving local school teachers and the trafficking of underage, immigrant students. Suddenly, she was famous.

Suddenly all the news outlets wanted her. And suddenly her YouTube channel was making her money. Better than that, it was getting her fame. And even better than that, it was getting her answers. She liked answers. She liked knowing.

This! This was not knowing.

"Michael, I promise," she continued. "If you come inside, I promise not to ask anymore questions you aren't supposed to answer or can't answer. I, I just need some company. Please?"

All Kriss could do now was wait and wish. If she could just engage Michael in conversation, perhaps she could eventually learn something more about what was happening to her. At the least, she could get past this loneliness and fear of the unknown.

 

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Michael followed Aberdeen's directions not to appear too anxious to communicate with Kriss. He did acknowledge that he was outside of her cell door, but he did not give her anything else.

He knew she was getting desperate. He could hear it in her voice. Yes, some of it was an attempt to manipulate. He knew that because she went overboard with some of her comments, especially the executioner comment.

After about 30 minutes, Reilly decided to go into the cell. He figured that it was enough time that he wouldn't appear too anxious. "I'll talk with you for a while Kriss, but you need to sit on the bed. If you do anything stupid, our conversations will cease. Am I clear?" Although his tone was stern, he had a feeling that she would pick up on the possibility of future conversations between them.

He watched her sit on the bed. "So, tell me Kriss, what would you like to talk about? the weather? sports? the election? US policy in the Middle East? Tell me what it is you want to talk about."

Michael watched her closely. He could see her mind racing. She was trying to figure out if he was playing mind games with her and trying to steer the conversation in a certain direction.

"It will be tough to discuss the weather. I know for a fact that you have no idea what the weather is like outside. I don't know either. I have been inside for as long as you have. Well, so much for the weather chat." He smiled at her, playfully.

"I could talk sports for hours. It doesn't matter whether it is football, basketball or baseball, and it doesn't matter whether it is pro or college. I can talk about that. How about you Kriss. Do you like sports? Or we can talk about something of your choosing, like what you do for a living?"

Michael knew from the news report of her abduction that she was some kind of reporter, but he had no idea what kind of reporting she did. In fact, prior to coming here, he had never heard of her. Maybe she would relax a little if she talked about herself. "Tell me about you Kriss. Tell me about your work and what you like to do for fun."

Kriss shares some of the details of her work and how she had been rejected and found her own way, and now was rebuffing all of the networks and doing her own thing. Michael stored that information in the back of his mind; wondering if that had anything to do with why she was here.

She was not so willing to share details of her personal life and what she liked to do for fun. She even taunted him and told him if he wanted to know that he would have to help her get out and then find out for himself. Reilly simply nodded his head.

 

[CutiePie1997]

"Clear as a church bell on a brisk Sunday morning," Kriss said when Michael laid out the rules for his sitting with her. "I only want to talk to someone. I'm lonely."

She watched him take the only other place to sit. It was a solid metal chair bolted to the floor before the little desk that was also Kriss's dining table. He sat in it at a ninety degree angle to the table. They were able to face one another this way. Kriss smiled to Michael, delighted.

They ran down a list of things to talk about. The casual, make talk conversation was disappointing, so it ended rather quickly. Michael became very talkative once the subject was sports. Kriss was the type who liked watching the highlight reels as opposed to the entire games or matches.

Michael did most of the talking, answering her questions with great knowledge. She was impressed with the man. He seemed to know just how much detail he could go into on any one subject without boring her. Kriss had known men who would get into percentages and distances and trades and injuries and prospects and recruiting and oh my god just shut up! Michael didn't do that, and Kriss appreciated that.

She delved into some other subjects in an effort to learn about her own situation. She asked about national politics and some crimes that had made national news in an effort to learn where in the US she was being held. Michael gave nothing away. She did the same regarding international topics. Again, nothing helpful. He knew about these topics, and he spoke about them. But he said nothing that helped Kriss know anymore about her own situation.

When Michael asked about her work, Kriss went quiet for a moment. She talked about how she came to be a YouTuber. She talked about how one became a YouTuber, making money off their videos when so many others never did.

He didn't ask about any of her videos, which she thought was odd. Kriss had assumed incorrectly that the men and women working here knew who she was and what she did. She was thoroughly convinced that one of her recent stories was behind her kidnapping and containment.

Kriss had a good idea which of those stories it was, too. When her help me escape flirtations failed to get anything more than a nod and dismissive smile from him, Kriss asked Michael, "Am I here because of Henderson?"

Michael's response wasn't helpful at all. Maybe he didn't know who Maximillian Henderson was. Maybe he didn't know that the US Senator from Montana had recently announced his campaign for President? Maybe he hadn't heard the stories of how Max the Ax had climbed into the Billionaires Club of a America through sometimes horrific business practices. And maybe Michael didn't know that Kriss's last online expose had been all about Max and how he'd once been suspected of having three men killed so that he could take over their $500 billion worth of oil rich properties in the Great Plains.

Kriss had spent several days trying to figure out just why she was here. And Max Henderson was the only story she felt important enough for the Men in Black to come down on her like they were.

Footsteps in the hall were followed by a knock at the door. A male voice demanded, "Lights out. Let's go Reilly."

"Don't go yet, Michael," Kriss begged as she stood up. She took just one step toward him before stopping and backing half a step. "I remember the rules."

She sat back down, begged him to come back as soon as he could, and listened to his response. She suggested quickly, "Maybe some cards? Penny a point Canasta or Gin. I'll kick your ass."

 

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Reilly didn't give Kriss information. He simply made conversation. Granted, he may have revealed some things about himself through the conversation, but those things would have to be deduced; they were not directly related.

When she asked if her abduction and detainment was about Henderson, Michael's reply was, "Who is Henderson?" She looked at him like he had two heads. Reilly assumed that Henderson was someone he was supposed to know, but, with his deployments and with his recent whirlwind indoctrination into this black ops group, Michael did not have much time to check on national news.

The rap on the door caused Michael to turn his head and look in that direction. Then he heard a voice tell him that it was lights out. He stood up. when Kriss got off the bed and took a step toward him, he held up his index finger. "You broke the rules Kriss. This is your only warning. If it happens again, our conversations are finished."

He watched her as he backed out of the cell. His body language changed after she took the step toward him. He was okay with talking with her, but he was not okay with her making a threatening gesture, and a step toward him in that instance was viewed as a threat.

He maintained contact with her until the door was closed behind him, but his hazel eyes had turned cold. After locking the cell, he relaxed. There was something about the threatening movement that thrust him back to Afghanistan. In the same situation there, he would have shot the person stepping to him. Here, he just gave her a cold stare and stopped communicating with her.

He looked at his watch. Lights out wasn't for another 45 minutes, which was when his shift ended. Why had they come to get him so early? Was she on to something? Was Henderson why she was being held here? He stood outside the cell until the end of his shift. When his relief came, he was asked if there were any new developments. He just shook his head and headed for the bunkhouse.

After showering and changing into a pair of shorts and a form fitting t-shirt, he laid in his bunk wondering what he got himself into. He had a feeling he was going to find out soon. If Aberdeen was listening in, and if Henderson had anything to do with why Everly was being held, he was certain that Aberdeen would be sending for him soon.

 

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Michael Reilly was dead on with his assumption about Aberdeen. No sooner had he laid down then a Contractor everyone called Sarge knocked on the door of the guard's room. Sarge told Reilly to get up, get out, and get going. The man led Reilly down a hall, out a door, and across an open plaza of lawn. The grass was short enough to show a high concentration of wind blown sand. The air was filled with the smell of salt and the cries of sea birds. Yet the walls about the 20 acre facility preventing either of the men from seeing the sea, let alone knowing which one it might be or how far off it might be.

Sarge approached a single wide, modular home some 40 foot long and knocked on the door. A female voice called for them to enter. Sarge opened the door and gestured Reilly inside. But he didn't follow. He closed the door behind the guard and left to end his own day elsewhere.

Inside, the temporary building actually looked quite homey: kitchen and dining room, living room, exercise area, and doors that presumably led to one or more bedrooms and the bathroom.

Connor was pounding away on a treadmill at a steady clip. She wore a white tank top that was soaked in sweat about her chest, belly, and underarms. Below it, her black sports bra was outlined and the nipples below it were swollen enough to be well displayed. She wore a skin tight pair of black yoga-style shorts that fit her like a second skin.

"Come in, Reilly," she called without slowing or showing signs of doing so. Showing how athletic she was, she continued without showing hardly any labor in her voice. Her words were only broken by those breaths, "I only have, half mile of ten, to go. Come in, I'll be done, in a sec'."

Nodding toward the fridge, she said, "Get us, a couple'a beers."

If he said he didn't want one, she would tell him to get one anyway, calling it an order. She waited until he was near and told him to feel free to open his own. Her eyes never left him. To make conversation, she asked, "Do you run?"

She listened, then told him, "It's the only way I can relax."

Connor smiled wide, then added, "That, and fucking. Fucking's relaxing, too, doncha think?"

She smiled even wider, waiting to see what his response would be. She asked without concern for propriety or for their superior-subordinate roles, "Do you fuck, Reilly? Girlfriend? Boyfriend? Wife, husband, hookers, strangers in bars?"

 

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Hopping out of bed, Reilly put on a pair of sneakers and followed Sarge out of the barracks. He thought he was to be summoned.. he didn't expect it to be that quickly. The smell of salt air, and the sound of the birds gave Reilly the first indication of where he was, but he could be near any body of salt water anywhere in the world.

Walking into the modular home, Michael was surprised that he was not followed in by Sarge. That told him that what was going to be discussed with Aberdeen was going to be confidential.. or close to it.

Seeing her running on the treadmill, his eyes moved over her body. As hot as he thought she was on their first meeting, she looked exponentially hotter now. He watched as she moved gracefully on the treadmill; barely hearing a word she said.

When she said to get two beers out of the refrigerator, it was delivered as an order. Reilly got the beers, sat Aberdeen's on a table and opened his and took a big drink. He continued to watch her as she finished up her run.

"I love to run. I love to work out. I spent most of my free time in the military in the gym. The physicality provides such a high. Of course, since I have been here, I haven't had any opportunities to workout."

When Aberdeen changed the topic to sex, Reilly was shocked, but he maintained a straight face. Having this incredibly sexy, sweat-covered woman talk about sex added a new dimension to what this assignment was.

"Fuck, yes. I love to fuck. It is another kind of high. It gets the heart rate up and provides a great deal of pleasure... depending on the partner. I don't have a wife or girlfriend, so, I usually get it from strangers in bars... oh, and there is this one friend with benefits. Of course, sex is another thing I haven't been getting since I have been here." He took another big drink from the beer as she looked into her eyes.

 

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"Fuck, yes. I love to fuck," Reilly answered.

Connor smiled as best she could while running and drawing rapid breaths. She was happy to see he was open to such graphic conversation with a female who was his superior. So many of the men who worked under her would have stumbled over their tongue while trying to answer.

The timer on the treadmill beeped. Connor tapped an icon on the digital display and the machine slowed to a cool down, walking speed. She gestured the man to pop the top of her beer and hand it to her. She took a big double gulp, set the bottle in the machine's holder, and stripped her tank top off over her head. Behind the fabric of her black sports bra, her swollen nipples looked almost like Hershey's Kisses, only darker and a bit smaller.

"I think I can help you with that," Connor said before taking another swig from the bottle. She the Stop button and dismounted the treadmill. Heading for the back of the mobile, she clarified, "Not fucking, I mean."

At the entry to the hallway, Connor stopped. She took one more swig of the bottle, emptying it. She reached to the front of her sports bra, unhooked a tiny latch, and pulled the zipper downward. The tight fitting Lycra top sprung open in an instant. Her young, firm, B-cups drooped to their natural position, which meant virtually no droop whatsoever.

"Why don't you come join me in the shower, Michael," she offered, this time using his given name. "I would like to speak to you some more about your orders here."

She turned and disappeared into the hall, then the bathroom. If he followed, he would find her naked and warming the shower while giving him a flirty smile. If he didn't, oh well, there were other men in the facility who would come running when she called on them.

 

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Reilly was impressed by his supervisor. Here she was downing a beer as she finished her workout on the treadmill. He finished his beer as he watched Aberdeen finish her cool down. He perked up a little more when he saw her remove her tank top; leaving only her sports bra to cover her firm tits.

Her nipples protruding through her sports bra looked like they were just aching to be sucked, and he was thinking that he was the right man for the job. He wasn't quite sure what was going on here, but he was certainly happy that he was out of the barracks and his eyes were wandering over the magnificent form in front of him.

"Any help you can provide would be great." When she mentioned she wasn't talking about fucking, he responded, "Oh, that is disappointing, but I understand where you are coming from."

At the end of the hallway, Michael could see her loosen the sports bra, and he noticed that her tits barely moved at all when she did. Her body was so incredible and her breasts so firm. He looked down at the floor for a second. Aberdeen was using her body to play with his mind. This was another test, he was sure of it.

Hearing her tell him to join her in the shower where she would like to discuss his orders, Reilly sat still. "Take a deep breath," he told himself. "Don't go rushing in there, she will think you are mentally weak." After a moment, he stood up, and casually walked toward the back of the mobile home. He followed her into the bathroom and was greeted by her standing naked before him.

His eyes moved slowly over her body before moving up to her deep green eyes. "Well, you said that you couldn't help me with the fucking, so, I take it that I am here to talk to you about running," he said to her with an evil smile.

He couldn't have hidden his arousal if he wanted to, so, he made no attempt. He stood in front of her, maintaining eye contact and wondering what the game was that she was playing. Whatever the game was, at the moment, he did not mind it at all.

 

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Connor laughed at Reilly's misunderstanding of what she'd meant moments earlier.

"When I said not fucking," she said as she began moving to him, "I didn't mean I wanted to help you with something other than fucking."

She reached to his waist and began unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping him. She continued, "I meant, I wanted to help you with the fact that you were not fucking."

Connor stared into Reilly's eyes as his slacks fell open and then fell to gather about his calves. She grasped at his cock, pulling it out of his underwear's fly. Then, lowering to her knees before him, she began licking at his member and balls and finally began taking most of his length into her mouth again and again with an obvious level of oral skill.

 

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Having gone straight from deployment to Afghanistan, to his black ops indoctrination, to wherever he was now, it had been quite a while since Reilly had sex. Now, here he was with an incredible woman removing his pants and taking his hard cock out.

Aberdeen had his cock so hard that it ached. How long would he last? He was worried about that. He didn't want to cum so fast that she sent him away and wanted nothing to do with him again. If he had a chance to fuck this sexy woman repeatedly, he would stay on this assignment as long as he could.

She was amazing. Aberdeen's mouth and tongue were magical, and his fear of cumming too fast, started to rise. He ran his fingers through her hair as she worked his cock. He had never been with a woman who had the oral skills that Aberdeen did, and he wanted to enjoy it as long as possible.

Unfortunately, that wasn't too long. Her wonderful mouth and tongue brought about his orgasm in short order. She milked him dry; sucking all of his backed-up cum from him. His moan as he came echoed throughout the mobile home as his knees buckled and he almost fell.

He stepped out of his pants and boxers and removed his shirt. Michael took Aberdeen's hand and led her to the shower. Pressing her to the tile wall, his hands explored her body.. caressing her tits.. rolling her nipples between his fingers... caressing her ass.

Sliding to his knees in the shower, he looked up into her eyes. "Turn about is fair play." He wanted to return the favor. Reilly wanted to show Aberdeen just how much he enjoyed giving oral, and just how good he was at it.

 

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Connor knew Reilly would blow quickly. She knew men. She knew the sounds they made when their cocks were in her mouth. She knew their body language as the pleasure welled within them. What Reilly's sounds and movements told her was he was seriously enjoying this and wouldn't last long at all.

She'd reached both hands to his ass and was grasping his muscular cheeks when he exploded. That first volley of cum seemed to fill the back of her mouth. Connor pulled her face back until only his bulbous head was still beyond her lips. Reaching one hand to clutch his shaft tightly, she jerked him fast and long to entice him to give her all he had. She peeked up to watch his expression and was overjoyed with what she'd done to him.

When his cock's activity was reduced to just an occasional twitch, Connor finally gulped down his salty, creamy discharge. She grasped him even tighter, clear down at the base, and milked him for the last few drops. With her mouth now open, Reilly could see his seed laying onto her partially extended before she devoured that bit of his jizz, too. Connor finished by licking his cock clean before grasping his hand for help back to her feet.

"I enjoyed that," she said softly with a wicked smile. With a confident tone, she added, "I think you did, too."

The bathroom was filled with steam now, the shower having been running hot during the face fuck. There wasn't a lot to be loved about the very simple mobile, Connor had learned quickly. The one asset it had, though, was connection to a massive hot water boiler in the next building over that never ran out.

Once inside, Connor was delighted to feel the guard's hands all over her body. Reilly knew how to touch a woman to make her feel good. He turned her this way and that. He touched the same parts of her from different angles. He found her neck, shoulders, breasts, and back with a mouth that she hoped would be just as good on her womanhood as hers had been on his manhood.

"Turn about is fair play," Reilly told her as he began lowering, kissing her body all the way down.

"Wait," she commanded as his mouth first began to venture to her crotch. She slid open the shower door and snagged the towel hanging nearby. She folded it, then again, the one more time before dropping it on the shower floor. She explained with a devilish smirk, "For your knees, soldier. I don't want any excuses for why you can't drive me to multiple orgasms before we're finished here."

Connor spread her feet and widened her knees as she grasped Reilly's head and urged him into her crotch. Just as he'd felt immediate delight at what she'd done to him, Connor was very quickly drawing and exhaling deep breaths of excitement at what Reilly was doing.

She wasn't comfortable, though. She tossed a knee over his shoulder, pressing the sole of her foot into his back. After a moment, she grasped the hand that had found her ass cheek on that side and lifted it to the hand rail. She demanded, "Hold here."

Connor repeated the same on the other side, leaving her weight upon Reilly's shoulders and forearms while he ate her out. He was incredible. Connor was so used to having to tell me what made her feel good, what would make her cum. With Reilly, all Connor spoke aloud was variations of Oh, God and That feels so good.

She wasn't the kind of woman who came easily. Yet Reilly drove Connor to orgasm quickly, just as she had him. She'd been grasping the hand rails, too. But as the first wave of ecstasy exploded through her, she leaned to the left, grasped the back of his skull, and pushed his face harder into her pussy. Her entire body trembled. The euphoria washed through her in waves, causing her to cry out with big gushes of air.

"Don't stop!" she commanded with the first words she was able to from. The ecstasy was still surging through Connor, but she wanted more. She repeated and added, "Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!"

Connor knew that if Reilly only continued with what he was doing, she could orgasm again in just a couple of minutes. And if he had enough in him to continue even then, she could cum a third and even a fourth time, all in under ten minutes.

Ironically, if the soldier could accomplish this, he would be the first man to do so. Connor had learned she was multi-orgasmic in this way at the hands (or mouth and tongue, if we were being accurate) of a female soldier when she'd been on an assignment in Syria. Since that day, Connor had been looking for another lover who could and would put that much effort and skill into a sexual act that wasn't causing them pleasure as well.

Maybe Michael Reilly was that man?

 

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The steaming water beat down on them as Michael moved to the shower floor. When Aberdeen handed him the towel to kneel on, he knew that she expected him to make her cum multiple times with his mouth and tongue. He had no problem with that... no problem at all.

When she grabbed his head and jammed his face into her womanhood, his tongue immediately dove deep inside her silky pussy. He left his tongue there for a moment before beginning to move it in small circles.

He placed one hand on her firm ass and gripped it firmly; digging his fingers into her wonderful flesh. His other hand went to the back of her thigh. The muscular, toned thigh made him think momentarily about having her legs wrapped around him as he drove his hard cock deep into her pussy. That, however, would have to wait. He was enjoying eating her pussy.

Slowly, he slid his tongue out of her pussy and dragged it flat along her lips. Each slow drag of his tongue was finished with a flick of her button with the tip of his tongue.

Reilly liked the way that she reacted. It was a clear sign that she was enjoying the way he was treating her and that he was providing his superior with exactly what she wanted from him.

Grasping the handrails, he lifted her off the shower floor. She leaned back as he parted her lips with the tip of her tongue. He moved his tongue along her pussy lips, the tip of his tongue gliding through her folds. He changed his pace from slow licks, to faster licks and then back again.

His tongue moved from her taint to her clit again and again; making sure to pay homage to her button with every single lick. The way she moved around as she was suspended on his arms let him know that he was passing this test, so far.

Sucking her clit into his mouth, Michael heard Connor gasp. He sucked on her button and flicked it with his tongue. He grazed his teeth over her clit as he pulled on it with his lips, before once again returning his tongue to the assault on her pussy.

Michael felt her body begin to shake and her orgasm commence. He followed her orders not to stop and continued to provide her pussy with the desired attention. He ate her pussy through her orgasm, making certain that he got every drop of her cum.

Stop, he didn't. He continued with the long licks over her pussy. He was going to show her what it was like to be pleasured by a man's tongue. He maintained eye contact with her. The message he sent with his eyes said, "you didn't know just how good you were going to get, did you?"

Before long, Connor was experiencing another orgasm. Her body stiffened as she was suspended in his arms. Reilly was relentless; continuing to lick her pussy until round number two began to subside.

Slowly, Michael lowered Aberdeen until her feet were flat on the shower floor. The hot water continued to beat over them. He thought she must be really special if she has a hot water heater that can keep the shower hot this long.

If she thought he was finished with her when he lowered her to the floor, she was mistaken. He grabbed her hips firmly; his fingers digging into her skin. Pulling Connor close to him, he kissed each breast before moving his mouth down her body; his tongue exploring her belly button.

Suddenly, he turned her around to face the wall and bent her over at the waist. Gripping her ass firmly, he began to eat her pussy from behind. His tongue was just as active now as it had been at the beginning. When it came to performing oral sex, Michael could never get enough; especially of a pussy as good as the one he was enjoying right now.

Connor's next two orgasms were a blur, and if she hadn't stopped him, Michael would have been aiming for number five. She stood him up. They embraced, her body pressed to his as he kissed her beneath the shower.

Once out of the shower, they toweled off and he followed her to her bed without waiting for an invitation. He had a feeling that he passed this test, and was looking forward to future tests with Connor.

Early the next morning, Michael rolled over and realized he was in the bed alone. He listened and thought he heard someone running on the treadmill. Climbing out of bed, he walked out of the bedroom naked and saw Connor Aberdeen running again. "No wonder that body is in such amazing shape."

 

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Reilly's performance between Connor's thighs was magnificent. There was no other word worth using. He'd done something magnificent to her than no man and only one woman had ever been able to do to her. As she gently rose from her bed this morning as not to wake him, Connor studied the beautiful male between her blankets and knew she'd chosen the right man for the mission.

She padded off to the bathroom for her morning pee. It was then off to the kitchen for a drink and a couple of bites to satisfy her stomach. Then it was a thirty minute stretch on a very special yoga-style mat she took every where with her. Hell, she'd taken it to Suruc, Turkey, for the operation there late last year.

Connor was on the treadmill again when Reilly emerged from the bedroom after she'd pounded out nearly two miles. He complimented, "No wonder that body is in such amazing shape."

She gave him a nod and a slight smile as she checked out his dangling, swinging dick. She looked back forward again as she responded, "Just want you to be happy with where you put your cock tonight."

Connor didn't ask Reilly is he wanted to fuck her tonight. She essentially implied he would be. And she didn't say it with a flirty or overly intimate tone. Her tone was, well, just sort of matter of fact. As if what they'd done the night before dictated that today they go onto the next step.

Truth be told, Connor hadn't gotten naked and nasty with Operations Specialist 2nd Class Michael Reilly last night simply because she'd wanted her body to explode in the joyous euphoria of sexual ecstasy. As he'd been wondering at the start, he was being tested.

Connor needed to know whether or not Reilly was good in bed. She needed to know whether, if put to the test, he could use his skills between the sheets (or in the shower or on the hood of a fucking Beetle Bug for that matter) to make Kriss Everly fall for him and reveal what she was holding back regarding U.S. Senator Maximillian Henderson.

"Coffee's strong, and there're two slices of bread in the toaster already," she told him with barely a hint of labored breathing. "Just push down the lever. Fridge and the shelf to the left of it, the normal breakfast regulars. The milk's goat. Something I grew up on. Don't ask, I couldn't explain if I wanted. If not, there's powdered cow in the shelf on the right."

Connor studied Reilly's body as he padded around barefoot. She liked the look of him. He wasn't all endless rippling muscle like some of the gung-ho former military that the contractor often hired. She liked a real man, one with a strong hard working body that also sported a bit of winter warmth layer to cover it up.

There was no doubt about what was below Reilly's outer shell. He'd handled her in the shower last night as if she was half her true weight of 125. Connor had relaxed on to his shoulders as if sitting in a recliner and just let him handle her.

She'd been disappointed when he lowered her to her feet. Well, relatively so. As disappointed as a teenage girl getting a Jaguar for her 16th birthday rather than a Ferrari. Connor had wanted those three or four orgasms from atop the former soldiers shoulders, of course. But when her feet his the shower floor, her body was still reeling from the aftermath of number two. One shouldn't complain of being in heaven only because you were on your second visit there.

And yet, Reilly had spun her around, bent her over, and driven her to yet another pair of explosions that had left her weak at the knees. In fact, if he hadn't been holding her the way he had about her thigh, pulling him into her, she would have fallen to the tiles, spent.

The cuddling afterward had been nice, too. Reilly had obviously been able to tell she was finished. There simply hadn't been anything left in her. He stood her up, wrapped his arms around her, and simply clutched her to his body for the longest time. Thank God for a bottomless hot water boiler.

She'd barely been between the sheets of her bed twenty seconds when she knew she was down for the night. Connor had invited him to stay over, saying, "There's no reason to keep this secret. All the guys and gals in the barracks have heard you're here by now, I'm sure."

He'd pulled her into a spooning position and held her like he had in the shower. And despite feeling Reilly's cock at the crack of her ass, she'd allowed herself to drift off into a deep, pleasant slumber.

"I'm gonna finish this run, shower, and get to work," Connor told him. She knew his schedule and that he didn't report for Swing Shift until 1500 hours. It was barely past 0900, so she told him, "You can stick around if you want, but, I have to be honest. I could get a lot more done if you weren't here tempting me."

She again gave his cock a long look before meeting his gaze and smiling wide. "I would very much like to ride that thing tonight if you came over after work. Or, better yet, I'll be done with what I have to do just after noon. That would give us a couple of hours. Might not be enough, but, it would be a start."

As far as she cared, she was done with Michael Reilly for now. She had no used for him at the moment, and as she said, he was mostly just a distraction right now.

 

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He smiled to himself. He was right. This had been a test. He walked over and pushed the toaster down and poured himself a cup of coffee. Drinking the coffee black, Reilly took the toast when it popped up and began to eat a piece of it... dry.

He was a no frills guy; mostly due to the time he served in the military. There was no time for the frills or luxuries, even if they had been available. While chewing the toast, he got dressed. Once he finished the coffee and the one piece of toast, he waved to Connor and departed the mobile home.

Maybe he was a little too cold on his departure. Should he have given her more respect as his superior? That wouldn't have been him. If she was looking for someone like that, she would have to move on to the next guy.

When he returned to the barracks, he found out that his shift had been changed. No longer was he reporting at 1500; now it was an 1200 report time. He thought about it a little and wondered if the reason for the change in report time was to get him back to Connor at an earlier time.

He showered, dressed, and went to the canteen for another cup of joe. Once he had that, he walked back to his rack and tried to make some sense of what was going on.

Before he left, Connor had told him that he should get friendlier with Everly. She wanted Everly to trust Reilly. Aberdeen wanted Everly to feel like she was becoming friends with Reilly. He was told to do anything and everything to gain her trust.... no limits. His only comment as he had exited the mobile was, "are you going to watch EVERYTHING?"

When he reported for duty, he went into the cell and started talking to Kriss. It started out as small talk with him first reminding her of the rules. After a while, he asked her about a shower. Her eyes opened wide.

Michael stood up and moved toward Kriss. He took a handful of her hair. "Don't mess this up. I will take you to get a shower. You will be able to put on clean clothes. If you do anything that I deem to be aggressive or an attempt to escape, I will make sure you have zero contact with anyone until the day you die in this cell. Am I clear?"

Once she nodded, he released her hair and stepped back. His tone changed again, and the friendly Michael re-emerged. He led her out of the cell and down the hall to the large shower room. He saw several other guards following them, and he stopped. He turned around to face them. "Nobody invited you. Go the fuck back where you came from." He stared them down until they backed up.

Once in the shower room, he allowed Kriss to go in and turn on the water. "You can enjoy the shower, but you will not be out of my sight. You are still a prisoner, and my responsibility."

When she was finished showering, and she took a long time in the shower, Reilly returned Everly to her cell. He was certain that she had put on a show for him while she was in the shower. The way she moved her hands over her firm tits, the way she had bent over to wash her legs as she faced away from him; her legs perfectly spread apart.

Back in her cell, they began to chat idly again. He took out a deck of playing cards and showed them to her. "I don't know how to play canasta, but we can play gin, if you want." They spent the next several hours playing cards. There was some "innocent" touching of her hand as they played; trying to gain more and more of her confidence.

He was trying to be careful not to move too quickly. Something told him she was pretty smart and would catch on if he moved too fast. When his shift was about to end, he stood up. "Wow, time sure did fly by today. I have to say that I enjoyed the time with you today. We will have to find something else to pass the time tomorrow. Maybe we can find something for you to earn back the money you owe me from gin, or perhaps a way to pay your debt," he teased her. He backed out of the cell and headed to the canteen to get something to eat, before heading to the bunk room.

 

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Kriss was excited to see Michael at the door when it opened. Another guard had come by when she was still sleeping, waking her just to see if she was still alive it seemed. Yet another brought her a rather dissatisfying breakfast. Neither of them so much as made eye contact with her, let alone responded to her questions.

Kriss had slept in only the provided panties this past night. The too-small tank top had been too tight on her generous bosom, and the wool sweats had been too hot. When Michael entered, Kriss snatched up the sweat top from the foot of the bed and donned it. She exposed her breasts for just a brief moment, hoping to get a reaction out of Michael.

When he offered her a real shower, Kriss was instantaneously joyous. She leapt from the bed, then immediately remembered the man's rules. She backed up, picked up and donned the sweat bottoms, then sat on the rack again. She kept her feet together and flat on the floor, hands in her lap, as she told him, "Thank you, Michael."

He approached her with caution, which Kriss had expected. But when he snatched a handful of her hair and bent her head back, she let out a squeal of surprise.

"Don't mess this up," he commanded. He explained the rules in more detail, finishing, "Am I clear?"

She nodded as best she could. He released her and stepped back, leading Kriss to murmur just loud enough for him to hear, "You treat your lovers that way in bed, too, Michael?"

He didn't respond, and his tone softened. Kriss couldn't know whether that change was coincidental or a result of her obvious disapproval of being manhandled. She stood with care, gathered the fresh clothes that the last guard had delivered with breakfast, and followed Michael's directions down the hall and into a military barracks-style shower room. She looked for cameras and saw none, which was a relief.

"You can enjoy the shower, but you will not be out of my sight," Michael told her. "You are still a prisoner, and my responsibility."

"I understand, Michael," she said as she began undressing. "I promise you. I won't do anything that would get you in trouble."

Kriss made a point of speaking about getting him in trouble, not her. She wanted him to like her. Eventually, she wanted him to like her a lot. How ironic she would have found it to know that his boss wanted the same exact thing.

This time around, Kriss made no attempts to hide her body from Michael. Her back was to him as she shed the sweats and modest panties. But she picked one of the dozen shower heads that put her in profile to the man, showing off her curves in a way she hadn't the day before.

Kriss's shower could have been featured in any of a number of R-rated young adult movies. She lathered her hands repeatedly and caressed them over ever bit of her body. She wasn't overly conspicuous about tending to her breasts and groin. But she didn't hurry that portion of the cleaning either. And she made no effort to hide the meeting of her soapy hands to the wonderful curves of her C-cups or to the gap between her athletic thighs.

Ready to rinse the shampoo from her hair, Kriss turned her frontside toward the nearby former soldier. With her eyes closed, she rinsed the suds from the long blond hair slicked back upon her skull and several inches down her back. She wiped the water from her eyes, opened them, and looked directly to Michael without an sense of emotion in her expression. She was neither telling him she wanted or didn't want him to look upon her in her current, sexy, erotic state.

Once finished, she turned off the water and walked nearer to Michael to retrieve her towel. She dried her flesh in very much the same way she'd showered, slow and deliberate and with a bit of performance. She dressed again, this time much more comfortably. Per her request, they'd provided a lighter pair of sweats (she only slipped on the bottoms) and a short sleeved shirt, both of cotton. Under that she'd put on a simple sports bra (not zippered in front like the contract intelligence officer) and a pair of boy shorts.

As she began to head out of the shower room, she said to Michael, "Thank you for keeping the gawkers out. I wouldn't have wanted anyone to see me like that who I didn't like."

She smiled flirtatiously and headed for her room, her flip flops slapping against her soles as she walked. In the room, Kriss was tickled to find Michael was staying to play Gin. Several times, when switching the deal or gathering up the deck, she intentionally let her hand finds his. In truth, Kriss thought maybe Michael had done the same a couple of times. Was it her imagination?

When it was time for him to leave, Michael told her, "Maybe we can find something for you to earn back the money you owe me from gin, or perhaps a way to pay your debt."

He'd told her earlier that he didn't know how to play her favorite card game. Kriss said as he stood to leave, "I'll teach you how to play Canasta tomorrow. Penny a point. But, you should find the rules on the internet tonight. I wouldn't want to beat you out of your winnings today because you were a virgin."

She smiled at her use of the word virgin. No matter in which context that word was used, it always made Kriss (and most others) think of sex. Kriss hoped it had had the same effect on him.

"Or, if you don't want to learn a new game, we could play Poker," she added just as he was closing the door. "Penny ante. Or, if you prefer, maybe for clothing?"

She caught the change in Michael's expression. Glancing to the upper corners of the room, Kriss added, "If only you could make those cameras quit working during your visits."

The door closed without a comment from Michael. Kriss had no illusions about whether Michael could actually make that happen. Even if he did, he wouldn't. She knew that. He was already pushing it by simply spending so much time in such close proximity to her. She imagined that his supervisor likely wasn't on duty during these times and, thus, didn't know what was going on. Oh, how wrong could she be?

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Connor looked up from behind her desk as Sarge entered her office. The man who was senior within this inner level of the operation had been sent to collect Michael Reilly even before he'd left Everly's cell. Connor gestured Reilly to the seat he'd used the day before and dismissed the Sarge.

"I don't think I thanked you for last night, Reilly," she said, using his surname. "I enjoyed that very much. You'll stop by after your shift tonight, yes?"

He responded, but even as he was finishing his last word, Connor told him, "I have arranged for you to rig the cameras in Everly's cell on a loop. The Watch will believe they are watching the scene live."

She tossed a USB drive identified "A" onto the desk within his reach. She explained, "Plug this into the passageway camera controller near Door 3B. It will freeze the image ten seconds later. All you have to do is take your seat outside Everly's door, wait a bit, and voila, you can enter her cell without the Watch in the Monitoring Room knowing. You have to be sitting still and in a comfortable position that the Watch will assume is natural. Hell, as far as that goes, droop your head and pretend to be napping. The Watch doesn't care. Half of the time they're sleeping, too.

Connor tossed a Ziplock baggie out next. Inside were two memory cards. "The camera's in Everly's room can't see the doorway. Insert one of these into the bottom of each of the cameras. They'll freeze the images in her room as well. Tell Everly to lay down in her bed as if taking a nap first."

She studied Reilly for a moment, wondering whether or not he knew what was coming. "I need her to think you want to get closer to her. Very close."

Connor used his given name this time, continuing, "I need Everly to think she has you by the balls and that you will do anything she asks, Michael. I need her to think that if she asks you to help her escape, you will. And Michael, you will. Six days from now, I will make it possible for you to get Kriss Everly out of this facility. She has to trust you totally and without question by that time."

She hesitated a moment, then asked, "Can you do that, Reilly?"