Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
As the men sat back down on the couch where they’d just fucked me, they began to discuss their plans in more detail. I strained to catch every word, knowing how vital this information could be.
“Selecta’s influence over the European energy markets has become problematic,” Beaumont mused, picking up a glass of the champagne and taking a sip. “Their control over key infrastructure gives them far too much leverage.”
Georgy grunted in agreement. “Which is precisely why our little project is so crucial. Once we implement the virus in their control systems, we’ll be able to manipulate power flow across the entire region.”
My heart raced at his words. A computer virus? The implications seemed staggering, if I understood the stakes correctly. With control over Selecta’s systems, couldn’t these men plunge entire cities into darkness, or worse?
“Tell me more about this virus,” Beaumont pressed, excitement evident in his voice. “How soon can we deploy it?”
As I knelt there, my back straining to support the weight of the champagne flutes, I found that I could listen to Beaumont and Georgy’s conversation with an intensity that surprised me given the humiliating distractions of the scene. My strange sexual training as a völva seemed to have sharpened my senses, allowing me to focus on their words even as my body ached from their earlier use.
“The virus is a masterpiece of coding,” Georgy explained, his voice thick with pride. “Once deployed, it will give us complete control over Selecta’s power distribution systems. We can cause blackouts, surge electricity to sensitive equipment, even overload entire grids if we choose.”
Beaumont let out a low whistle of appreciation. “Impressive. And the timeline?”
“We’re prepared to launch within a fortnight,” Georgy replied. “My team is just waiting for final confirmation from our inside man at Selecta’s Paris headquarters.”
I felt my heart race at this revelation. A fortnight. Two weeks. They planned to unleash this chaos in just two weeks. The urgency of my mission, of getting this information to the right people, pressed down on me even more heavily than the crystal glasses on my back.
“Excellent,” Beaumont purred. “Though I must admit, I’m a bit concerned about potential… complications.”
“Such as?” Georgy’s tone had grown wary.
Beaumont sighed. “Well, my Nordic allies might not approve of such a direct attack on Selecta. They have their own interests to protect, after all.”
I struggled to keep my breathing even, shocked by Beaumont’s casual mention of his connection to the Sons of Odin. Had he forgotten where I had come from? Or was this some sort of test?
“Bah,” Georgy scoffed. “Any interested friends need to understand that the world is changing. Groupe Synergistique should go its own way now, just as we’re doing to your east. You can’t be held back by old alliances and outdated codes of honor.”
“Perhaps you’re right,” Beaumont mused. “Still, we should be cautious. These friends… well, I wouldn’t want them as enemies.”
As they continued to discuss the potential ramifications of their plan, I found myself marveling at how easily I could retain every detail. My training, such as it was, seemed to have unlocked some hidden potential in my mind, allowing me to process and store information with perfect clarity.
I also realized, with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, that the intelligence I had just gathered held immense value—not just to the Pretorian Guard, who as an affiliate of Selecta would be eager to thwart Beaumont and Georgy’s schemes, but also to the Sons of Odin.
I felt my brow crease into a puzzled frown as I remembered the matter Camille and I were supposed to be investigating. I had no idea whether this virus had anything to do with what the Guard was doing in the Arctic. I suddenly wished, perversely, that these cruel men would fuck me again—on the chance that it might send me back to Yggdrasil, where I could learn something more, something that made everything clearer. On the other hand, however it all interrelated—or didn’t—my true masters would surely want to know about this betrayal, about Beaumont’s willingness to go against their interests for his own gain.
Georgy picked his champagne flute up from my back. The sensation, a reminder of the complete abjection they had forced on me by using me as a piece of furniture, made my hips jerk with a pang of involuntary arousal. I felt Beaumont’s flute wobble, and I let out a little whimper of fear.
Beaumont lifted his own glass, chuckling.
“Careful, slut,” he said. “You’ll have the cane across that sweet bottom if you cause a spill. Georgy, would you oblige me and spank her a few times to help her remember?”
“With pleasure,” the Russian replied.
CHAPTER 30
Mary
When they finally sent me from the study I let out a little whimper at every step. My bottom, reflected in the big mirror in the hall, blazed like the sun. My pussy and anus sent surges of eye-watering discomfort flooding through my nervous system. As soon as the door closed behind me, I reached back to hold my punished cheeks, trying to soothe the agony Georgy’s huge hand had left there.