“Welcome back, Aria. I was starting to get worried.”

“I was fine. Things got a little more complex than I expected, but I got out in the end.”

The laptop was set on a small table. Around the table, the equally small house was barren and empty. It was a hellhole, a barely maintained mess that was lucky it hadn’t been bulldozed decades ago. There was one and only one advantage to this place, and that applied only if you were in a very particular career.

The house was close to the Myriad building.

For Aria, that had been enough. She’d snatched it up and now she was glad she had. Her body was sore, aching from the desperate run back. The constant fear as she’d hurried from shadow to shadow, desperately trying to preserve what little dignity she’d had left. Always looking over her shoulder, using her arms to shield her chest as she went. As she had run, she’d tried to forget the shaking pleasure, the touch of so many hands, and the way her legs had trembled and shivered as the orgasm rippled through her in front of so many people.

Fuck!

She turned away from the screen, feeling the heat washing over her.

How dare they.

How dare they?

Make her cum in front of so many people?

Drag her across the building with her chest exposed?

Mock her and lock her in a cell?

Did they not know who she was?

Obviously not, since she had managed to escape easily once she was no longer being watched. It had been easy; a pathetic example of security.

If only the rest of the day had gone so well…

“Aria? Are you well? You’ve gone silent. That’s not like you.”

“I’m fine,” Aria said, forcing herself to look back at the screen “I was undercover for longer than I thought, but I was able to confirm where the last agent was captured. She was going to the Executive Level. That’s where I’m going as well. Tonight. As soon as it gets dark. Whatever secrets she was after, that’s where they’ll be.”

“I see,” came the voice from the screen again. “That’s good info, but you were out of contact for several hours longer than we expected. Are you sure nothing happened?”

“Nothing. Happened.”

If looks could kill, the screen would already have been in splinters. For a long moment, the woman on the other end said nothing. The silhouetted image of a face rotated for a few seconds before at last, she spoke.

“Very well. You’re the agent here and the final choice is yours.”

“It’s made,” Aria growled. “I know what I have to get and I know where to get it. I’ll go in with the special suit. You sent the bugs I wanted?”

“I did,” said the voice from the computer. “If you get them within range of a workstation, they will be able to access its memory. Your Zexploit should be able to help you deal with locked doors or other barriers but be careful. Once you use it, there is a good chance the Myriad system will realise something is wrong. Save it for when it’s needed.”

“I’m going to be moving hard and fast. By the time they react to the warning, I’ll be gone anyway.”

Even as she spoke, Aria was already moving. Already gathering her tools. The most important of them by far was the briefcase. She’d stashed it away just in case she needed it. It was keyed to her and only her, and at the gentle touch of her fingers it sprang open with a click.

Inside, there lay the special suit. Aria hadn’t liked it at first when she saw it. It was too revealing; too tight. It hugged her body, except where it left it bare as it did around her upper chest and shoulders. Whoever had designed that thing had definitely been a guy, she thought with a disparaging snort.

But it was good at what it did. The exterior of the suit was lined with green stripes of light. When you wore it, you were anything but hidden yet even the most advanced computer systems would have a hard time tracking you. You could walk through defence systems that would trigger at the buzzing of a fly.

Just as long as you didn’t expect to fool anyone who could see you with the naked eye.

Aria began to strip, clambering out of the ruined clothes that the guards and workers had left her in. Usually, she would have paused for a moment to admire her own body. Aria liked to do that. She loved how good she looked.

But usually wasn’t not today. She wanted revenge. She wanted payback for what had happened. She wanted to wipe the memory of her time bound and helpless from her mind.

She wanted to forget how good it had felt.

Once she was dressed, she turned back towards the computer. The screen still displayed the spinning image of the unknown woman. A person she had never met in person and knew she never would.

“Aria,” Her handler spoke.

“What is it? I’m busy.”

“This isn’t like you. You’re not usually so reckless. Something is wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong,” Aria said. “Everything is exactly as it should be.”

“Then why are you being so out of character?”

“Because I’ve decided that this mission needs a more direct touch.”

She reached for the case again. Under where the uniform had been, there was something else. A sleek, black weapon. A small pistol with a nasty bite. It fired darts stuffed full of potent tranquillisers.

It could drop a grown man in seconds. Just as good as a real gun and far more quiet.

“I’m not going to be pulling any punches.”

“I see,” said her handler. “Very direct indeed.”

It was past midnight by the time she arrived at the Myriad office. Lurking in the shadows, Aria stalked the outside of the building. Her dart gun was fitted to a holster which sat against her thigh. She had her Zexploit, a map, and everything else that she might need. Her eyes rose, following the tip of the building as it speared towards the sky.

Somewhere up there was her answer. The thing that both she and the previous agent had been sent to find. She had the tools to get it now; she knew roughly where it was located. She had the means, the way and the will.

The mission was as good as over already.

The front gate was a large door, framed with wide sheets of glimmering glass that showed the reception area on the other side. Usually, it would have been bathed with light; full of people and activity. Bustling and busy as the reception of any large business should be.

But right now, it was empty. Sullen and dark, bathed in deep shadows that stretched across the barren room. It had an air of abandonment as if no one had walked there for a thousand years.

Ridiculous, of course. People had been there only hours before and Aria knew that there would still be guards and late workers. Soon, it would also have her. There was a card reader on the door, but the ID card she’d been given this morning was more than enough to get it to open, and just like that, her mission of infiltration had begun.

Inside the building was shrouded in darkness.Though, Aria knew that a big company like Myriad never truly slept, with the exception of the janitors and the security, the lower levels were at the very least dozing for the night.

She moved cautiously, her heart beating in her ears. Her mind was on the mission, but she knew better than to be distracted now. She was silent but purposeful, forging ahead as if she owned the whole damn building. Confidence would be her weapon here. She had to move as if she had the absolute right to be where she was. Creeping around like a thief in the night would only make her infiltration more obvious, only paint her as someone who did not belong.

Of course, given what she was wearing, her options for disguise were limited. One look at the suit with its glowing green lines would be more than enough to let anyone know she didn’t belong. But confidence could buy her precious seconds, perhaps an instant to react.

And an instant was all she would need.

The cameras remained a problem. They were frequent and obvious, turning back and forth to spy upon the corridors with their beady, glassy eyes. Aria would stop, moving to cover whenever she saw one but she was all too aware that she was probably missing a lot of them. Would her suit work on cameras? She hoped so, but she wasn’t sure. This was the first time that she had used it in the field. She’d been briefed on what it could do specifically at one point, but that had been a long time ago and frankly, the briefing had been boring and she had long since forgotten most of it.

Well, that didn’t matter too much. If the cameras saw her, they saw her. By the time anyone checked, she’d be long gone. Once she was safely away from Myriad, Aria knew that they would never be able to find her. The Agency would see to that. All she had to do was complete the mission and get out.

So she set out to do just that, forging ahead quickly and confidently. The cameras watched, gazing down at her with a piercing, sightless gaze. The tension coiled around her, at any moment she expected a shout, a warning, a bellowed order to freeze where she was.

Not a chance…

Her hand fell to the handle of the pistol, her fingers curled around it for a moment.

She was here for a reason and she wasn’t going to stop until she’d gotten what she deserved.

She found the elevator to the upper floor swiftly and cast a wary gaze about herself. There was no one here, but that didn’t mean she had to get careless. Once she was sure that it was as it seemed, she stepped out of cover and padded softly to the elevator. The doors were open, and Aria stepped inside.

The interior was dominated by another card reader. Her ID would only get her to the second floor, but this elevator could go all the way to the Security Level with the right authorization.

Authorization that she now had…

Her hand dipped into a pouch, coming away with her tool, the Zexploit. As soon as she used it, she’d be flagged for sure. But with such an old system like Myriad doubtless used, how long would the response be? Ten minutes? Fifteen? Twenty at the very most…

Could she do that? Handle the whole thing in that time? For a moment, Aria hesitated. For a moment, she felt doubts. She could always take a slower route, she could work her way up the stairs or…

No!

Aria’s hands balled into fists, and the ghostly phantom of humiliation and pleasure washed through her again. That had been an insult! A barb thrown in her path! How dare they make her feel such things, fill her with heat and helpless desire. Make her shake, and beg and cum in front of everyone.

You didn’t answer insults like that by sneaking around. You went right to the source and showed them what you thought of their stupid games.

Assume ten minutes, she told herself. Use this elevator and then the next one to go right to the executive level. The CEO’s office will be close. Get there, plant the bug and get out before security closes in. You can do it. You’ve done it before. You’re the best agent in the whole damn agency.

She pulled out her Zexploit, waiting with bated breath for a few moments as the miraculous little device set to work. Once it was ready, she keyed in the command and the elevator thrummed. For a moment she feared it wouldn’t work and the whole thing was doomed.

Then it started to move. Aria gave a sigh of relief, but she knew she was on a timer. She had fifteen minutes at best, probably closer to ten. Even with her best projections, she’d be cutting it close. Maybe it would have been wiser to do something else?

She only considered that possibility for a few seconds before discarding it with a scowl.

No.

Absolutely not.

She would complete the mission. She would do what she had been sent to do. She would rise above expectations and show everyone, both at the agency and elsewhere as well, what she was really capable of. She’d plunder Myriad’s greatest secret.

Zest!

The master key to Myriad’s empire. The one thing they sold which no one else could copy. And they had tried, oh how they tried. It was a battery, it was capable of storing massive amounts of power in very little space. The efficiency was incredible and it was extremely stable and safe. As far as the industrial sector went, Zest was a dream come true. A miracle creation which solved a dozen problems in one single swoop. Lightness, efficiency, long life, and safety were all but guaranteed with Zest!

But no one knew how it was made or where it came from. Only Myriad had it, and they weren’t telling any of its secrets. So agents like herself and the previous one had been sent to find out in other ways.

She looked down, the computer bug was carefully stowed away in one of her pouches, but once it was connected to the CEO’s computer, it would have access to absolutely everything. Using a computer with the highest level access, there was nothing - nothing - Myriad would know that she would not. The Agency would have no choice but to acknowledge her skills and her intelligence, just as they had always refused to do before.

With that under her belt, she’d finally be able to push her way into a position of power. She’d be important; truly important. No more grunt field work, no more slaving away on the streets as other people got the grand jobs and all of the fame.

This was her chance, her opportunity, and she was going to take it.

She felt that confidence right up until the elevator slowed to a stop at the security level. No sooner had the metal doors begun to swing ajar than she heard a shout, and Aria caught sight of a corridor full of guards.

They were waiting for her?

They were waiting for her?

Confusion died in a moment, replaced with focused intensity. Her eyes darted from one to the next. How many? Ten? Fifteen? No, twenty at least. Full uniforms, some with guns holstered at their sides. Others had plastic shields and all had batons or even knives.

What the hell kind of guards were so well equipped?

Why hadn’t she gotten her ten minutes?

One of the guards moved and something small and metal hurtled through the air. It sailed through the open doors and landed in the elevator behind her. Aria twisted, spotting a gleaming canister and that was all she needed to plunge into the corridor, sprinting as fast as she could while behind her, the gas exploded outwards.

Gas?

Gas?!

What kind of security guards just had gas?!

What the hell was Myriad doing here?

As she ran, Aria’s hand dipped to her side, fingers closing around the handle of the dart gun. She drew it out with a flourish, still running with her head low. One of the guards got too close and she fired; the dart spat across the distance, clipping him in the shoulder. He gave a shout of surprise and as she sprinted past, his legs collapsed under him.

Someone else charged her, swinging a baton. She dodged to the left, ramming her fist into his gut. He went down, but two more approached. A club caught the dart gun in her hand and it spun away. Aria dodged back, avoiding the following attack, but only barely.

Things were falling apart. The guards were pressing in all around her. There were so many of them and they were all shouting, bellowing commands until they all melded together into a great cacophony. Yet even though she could not make out the individual words, she knew well what was being said.

Stop, surrender, give up.

Never!

She lashed out with a kick, and one of the men screamed as his ankle was twisted around. She smirked at him as she passed. Four more came at her, but she went low, ducking under them with a roll.

She was only buying time. There were too many guards and she needed to get away. If she could just make it to the elevator to the executive offices, she could use her hack again and-

There! A gap! A small hole in the group that was keeping her pinned. Aria had only a split second to make her decision, but her body moved before her mind could even realise what it was doing. She threw herself forward, half rolling and half dashing towards her only means of escape. The guards shouted someone moved to block her. They’d realised what she was doing but-

But it was too late!

With a cry of victory, Aria broke free, charging down the corridor as quickly as she could. Her legs pumped and her lungs strained. Behind her, there was shouting and the guards were chasing. Something small and hard pinged into the wall beside her. Bullets? They were firing now?

Too slow! She could see the elevator to the next level. The sight gave her new strength and she surged faster, flying across the ground more quickly than she ever had in her life before! She was so close! She was going to make it!

The metal doors shuddered as she sprinted past them, coming to a stop in the elevator and whirling around, her Zexploit already in hand. The guards were shouting, rushing to catch her but they weren’t going to make it. She could see that knowledge in their eyes and she loved it.

But her victory was cut short when she felt something hard and cold poke into her back. Aria froze, a realisation pulsing through her like an icy river bursting its banks.

Gun.

“Looks like you made another mistake, huh?” A female voice came from behind her. “And after earlier too. I’d have thought you’d be more careful.”

Aria froze. Her muscles tensed. Part of her wanted to turn around, but part didn’t dare. Her whole world narrowed to the feeling of the weapon pressing against her skin.

“How did you know I was going to come here?” She asked. “Were you with the guards?”

“Of course not,” the woman said. “Why would I waste time going with them? You want to go to the upper levels. The only elevator that goes there is this one. That means you had to come here. So why would I spend time and energy chasing you like an idiot? All I had to do was wait.”

Aria was about to speak again, to ask how she’d even known that she’d be there at all, but the gun poked her harder, and the woman spoke.

“Now, as you can tell, I have you at my mercy. So I want you to step out of these doors and let’s go and greet the guards, shall we? I’m sure that they’ll be eager to accept your apology.”

“You think I’m going to let myself get captured again?” Aria tried to bluff, but the other women merely laughed.

“You think I’m giving you a choice, little girl? Out. Now

Aria had no choice. She had no options. Her legs were trembling, her mind was wheeling. But there was no way out. All she could do was obey for now, even as she knew doing such would put her at the mercy of the guards.

She walked slowly, step by step, inching back towards the corridor. The woman followed the weapon pressed close behind her.

“Hands at your sides, no sudden movements. If you do, it’s you who’ll regret it. This is Myriad and we do what we want. No one would ever miss you.”

Aria was marched out of the elevator, and as soon as she left the transient safety of its metal doors, she was surrounded. The guards were everywhere, she could feel their eyes on her. They were angry and scowling. Some of them moved forwards, but the women behind her made a gesture and they backed off.

At last, once she was far away from the elevator, surrounded by guards and with no way to escape, Aria was allowed to see her captor.

The woman was blond, with close-cut hair and icy blue eyes. She had a refined, sculpted face that put Aria in mind of a marble statue or perhaps a figure carved out of ice. There was no warmth there, and her eyes were cold as the arctic winds. Even the other guards seemed nervous around her.

“Lillian,” said one of them, stepping forward. “I didn’t know you were also on the case. As soon as we got the warning we-”

“Rushed ahead like fools,” Lilian’s tone was acidic, contempt running from her tongue. “Didn’t pause to think for even a moment. Just like always.”

The man flushed but said nothing. His eyes sank to the floor.

“Yes, boss.”

“It’s nice to see you still remember who is head of security,” Lillian said. “The way you act sometimes, I’m sure you’re on the cusp of thinking that you have actual authority.”

The guard twisted, visibly miserable. But as much as he wanted to snap back, something would not allow him to.

Lillian, it seemed, was feared.

Suddenly, Lillian lashed out with a slight kick, forcing Aria to stumble forwards. Unbalanced, she fell to her knees, and the guards closed in around her. Her face was burning with the memory of before. Was it all going to happen again?

“This is the same one as before,” Lillian said. “I watched the security tapes of her last capture. They were fun.”

“Before?” The male guard frowned. “You mean… the one that Allen and the others got?”

“The very same,” Lillian gave a tight-lipped smile. “Seems that she wasn’t content with being humiliated only once. What do you say we show her that what happened to her before was only the start? If she’s going to keep trying to mess with Myriad, Myriad can mess with her too.”

“You sure, boss?” The lead guard asked. “You know that Karin specifically wanted that one-”

“Karin will get her,” Lillian said. “After we’ve had some fun.”

If looks could kill, Lillian would have been a smouldering corpse there and then. Instead, she withered Aria’s glare with ease.

“I hate women like you,” Lillian said to her almost conversationally. “That smug look on your face never fails to get me going. Your arrogance is sickening. Thinking that you’re the best thing in the world just because you look pretty and command attention. Like you’re better than everyone else.”

“I am better than you,” Aria snapped before she could stop herself. “And you know it or you wouldn’t be getting so annoyed.”

Lillian’s hand lashed out and Aria swayed to the side. The impact rang across the side of her face followed by a flush of pain.

“Not so much better on your knees,” Lillian growled. “Will be even less better once you’re naked.”

Someone took hold of her shoulder.

The guards!

Aria bucked, jerking to her feet and beginning to struggle. She lashed out with an elbow which met a man’s gut. He went down and she pulled away. Two more darted at her and she was forced to give ground, desperately trading space for time. Lillian stood behind her, her eyes alight with sadistic glee.

The first guard darted forward and Aria went low, smashing a fist into the side of his face with all of her strength. As he skewed to the left, the second one closed a hand around her shoulder and spun her about! She responded with a blow, but he stepped aside, and someone else smartly moved behind her.

Two more people came from the sides, three or four from the front. There were too many! She was being overwhelmed and she had no more ground to give.

She was surrounded.

“Strip her,” Lillian’s voice rose above the laughter of the crowd. “A slut like this doesn’t need clothes. Show her how things work at Myriad.”

They came for her then. All at once, there were so many. A forest of grasping arms and grabbing hands. There was nowhere to run, no space to which she could retreat. Aria’s defiance was spirited but quickly crushed and she was dragged forward into the ground. She writhed and lashed and fought, but she was one woman against many.

She didn’t stand a chance.

A shudder ran through her body. Fingers clumsily groped her chest. She jerked, trying to twist as another person spanked her ass. The sound was loud, filling the room and forcing the blood to rush to her face. A man kissed her neck and people were laughing. Someone was taunting her, but she couldn’t make out the words over the crowd.

She cried out, but everywhere she looked, there were more hands, more leering faces, more lustful eyes. They were everywhere, and she was trapped, surrounded by an ocean of captors and made utterly and completely helpless.

Her body was thrumming, filled with tension and dread as fingers traced along the outside of her tight uniform. Someone produced a knife, the sharp blade pressing against her upper arm as someone else held her so tightly that she couldn’t even move. Aria moaned; the gentle tracing of the blade was almost hypnotic as it began to slice through her suit. She kept expecting a flash of pain, or a hint of red. But it never came. The man wielding the blade was precise.

But he was still cutting through her suit! The hands held her fast, denying her even basic movement so all she could do was whimper and endure. Her heart pounded; her mouth was dry. One of the guards looked at her with a leering grin.

“Spread her legs,” he said. “Let’s have some fun with her while we do our work.”

“Bastard!” She snarled, hurling the only weapon she had left. “You cowards! Yo…you-”

Someone slapped her, snapping her head to the side in an explosion of pain. hands fastened about her thighs and began to pry them apart. Aria held on for as long as she could, until her muscles burned, until her legs screamed for release.

But it was no use. Inch by inch, her legs were forced apart. The knife continued to run across her shoulders, shredding her uniform. other guards were joining in now too. Some used blades but others used their hands or fingers, digging into her clothes and tearing them away. Her uniform was already shredding; the air pressed against her bare skin.

Someone ran a hand between her legs and her spine arched. Fingers traced the outline of her pussy, pressing against the clothes. Her fingers curled into fists and she shook her head, but she couldn’t deny the pleasure that flooded her body at the touch.

The guard between her legs took out a knife of his own. Aria moaned in the back of her throat as she saw it, it pressed close, so close to her pussy. She squirmed, desperately trying to kick away. But she was held firm. Her skin tingled, and the blade kissed her. It cut through her suit, pressing gently against her naked skin.

And the guard began to cut.

Aria’s face grew redder and redder as more of her uniform was carved away. She was held down, groped and exposed. She felt like her dignity was being peeled away layer by layer.

Finally, just when she was wearing nothing but rags, she heard Lillian speak again.

“All right, enough of that. Get her up on her feet! We don’t wanna let her skip out of all of the work!”

Aria was hoisted to her feet again and sent spinning across the floor. Lillian caught her, steadying her with one hand on her naked shoulder as she leaned forward, almost whispering into Aria’s ear.

“Touch yourself,” Lillian told her.

“Fuck you,” Aria barked. Her face was red. Her body was shivering. She was trying to hide herself with her hands, but there were so many guards and she could feel Lillian pressing closely into her back.

“You’re not cute enough for me,” Lillian said. “But I’d say you’d do well for them.”

She gestured with one hand towards the guards.

“All I have to do is give them the word and let them do whatever they want to you. We’ll see how high and mighty, how important you are then. I bet if I did that, you’d wish you’d just masturbated for them instead.”

Lillian’s voice was low but edged like a bayonet. Aria’s breath caught in her throat. She wanted to shake her head, to deny that the other woman would throw her to the crowd.

But she knew she’d be lying to herself if she did.

Aria felt the stinging shame of defeat. She closed her eyes, but that didn’t make it any better. She could imagine the crowd watching, gawking at her as she did what she was told, as she followed the orders she’d been given by the woman who’d captured her in the first place.

Her fingers brushed her labia; her clit tingled at the closeness. Her eyes were pressed tightly closed, but she could still hear the guards.

“Look at her,” one of them said. “You’d think she was just waiting for the chance.”

“Of course she was. Didn’t you hear what happened to her earlier? I bet she wanted to be caught.”

Aira wanted to scream at them to shut up, their words were burning brands against her soul. Her hands moved faster, deft fingers teasing and caressing her pussy, making her own legs quake and quiver. A soft moan, part gasp and part sob emerged from her throat. The tips of her fingers were tinged with wetness, she felt so hot, her body was shivering. Desire raged inside of her, combining with absolute degradation as the guards cheered her on.

This was worse than before! Before, she’d been trapped, helpless, forced to endure and resist. But now… now she was the one doing it to herself! Aria moaned, she felt like her knees were about to buckle. The blood was flowing to her face and she was blinking back tears of utter humiliation. A boiling heat was building between her legs. Pleasure danced at the touch of her fingers, spiking through her body with every passing moment.

Someone stepped up behind her, and she felt Lillian’s hair pressing against her neck as the other woman leaned over her shoulder.

“Now, now,” the security head chuckled. “No need to worry about your dignity. It looks to me like you could use a little help giving these men and women a show to remember.”

Aria shook her head, but it was no use. Lillian’s hands closed upon her chest, her fingers teasing and pinching her nipples. Tiny shocks of pain and pleasure flashed through her with every touch. Her body shook, her legs parted slightly, splaying to better support her weight as her sense of balance went crazy.

“Touch yourself,” Lillian whispered into her ear, her voice rich with power and sadistic delight. “Masturbate for the crowd. Show them all what a little slut you truly are.”

Aria couldn’t help it. Her fingers moved faster and faster. Every touch was a wave of pleasure that crested her nerves and left her yearning and gasping for more. She shuddered with humiliation, with shame. Part of her was screaming to stop, but she couldn’t. Lillian’s presence was so close, so intoxicating. It filled her up and drove out any will she had to fight.

Lillian’s free arm draped over her body, falling across her belly and moving slowly downwards. Aria’s eyes were pressed tightly closed, but even she knew exactly where her tormentor was going.

Her clit.

Lillian was playing with her clit. The slightest touch made her legs go weak, and she cried out, shuddering and shivering with ecstasy and mortification. Her muscles tensed, the last vestiges of her dignity demanding that she resist.

She didn't want to cum like this!

But it was so hard… the room was spinning. The guards were cheering and laughing. Lillian’s touch was so good. With one hand, she plucked at Aria’s breasts, teasing and caressing her nipples, but keeping just an edge of control and degradation. She reminded her constantly who was in charge with bursts of pinching pain. Her heart was hammering, and her pussy felt so hot. The orgasm was churning within her and her own hands were desperately working to bring it to fullness. Her clitoris burned, hot and tight, and every time Lillian touched it, her body would be wracked with shuddering desire.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, why did it feel this good? Why couldn’t she hold back? Why was she about to cum in front of the guards?!

Aria loosed a despairing moan as she felt the last of her self-control snap in two. The orgasmed rush forth; a mixture of pleasure and complete degradation. The climax soared and spiked through her mind and body alike. Her nerves screamed with ecstasy and her legs folded under her. She was kneeling, she was kneeling on the ground surrounded by guards and she had just cum. Her fingers were soaked with her arousal, her chest was rising and falling as she desperately gasped for air.

“Now wasn’t that quite the show?” Lillian asked, stepping back a bit as if to admire her work. “You gave the guards the slip earlier, but I think we can safely say you’ve made it up to them now.”

Aria glared up at her, trying to muster hatred and anger, but it was so hard. Her pride was shattered, her arrogance in splinters. She was lying with her legs spread; the pulsing afterglow of an orgasm showering her body. Her pussy was soaking, and every guard on the entire floor had just watched her cum.

“Fine,” her eyes fell to the ground, and her voice was shaking. “You…you got what you want. Can you just let me go? Or put me in a cell?”

“Well, we’re certainly not going to let you go,” Lillian said. “Executive Karin was very vocal about wanting to have you in her hands after earlier today. She’ll be gratified to know that you’ve come back to us.”

“Your boss is going to have to wait, you know,” Aria mustered a show of defiance. “I’ll get away again.”

“I think not,” Lillian said. “Because this time, I’m going to make sure that there is no chance of that happening. And you, my dear, are going to sit and endure it up until Karin comes to collect you. And believe me, after that, you’re going to wish you only had to deal with me.”

She moved, stalking forward with a barked command to the guards.

“Get her on her feet! Hands cuffed behind her back! We’ll march her to the cells naked, or as good as. Not as many people around now but at least the cameras will get a good show.”

Rough hands grabbed her and dragged her to her feet. Her limbs were so weak already, Aria was still trembling from the orgasm. Her hands were forced behind her back and metal cuffs were drawn tightly about her wrists. Unfamiliar hands closed around her, groping her and forcing her to stagger on. Last time, she’d at least been able to walk herself but now the guards were on all sides. They touched her ass, rubbing her chest and teasing her nipples as she was forced to stagger back to the original elevator. Every time they passed a camera, Aria would let out a small whimper, feeling the mechanical eye on her body.

It didn’t help that Lilian was constantly at her side, telling her that the tapes would be kept and watched, that people would see her like this again and again as long as Myriad kept the videos around.

And that, Lillian promised, was going to be for a long, long time.

Eventually, Aria was brought to a cell, like the one she had escaped earlier today. Her heart rose as she realised escape from here would be just as easy as before.

“Think you’re going to get away again?” Lillian punctured that hope. “Look again. You’re not going to be going anywhere.”

In the middle of the small chamber, there was a raised block and upon that block, there was fixed a metal rod. As the realisation dawned, Aria started to wriggle and writhe.

“You can’t be serious! You’re not going to put me up there?!”

“Of course we are,” Lillian laughed. “It’s a one-bar prison. The sort of thing that will keep you nice and chained until Karin finally gets to you.”

The metal rod was tipped by a rubber cock, but Aria already knew it would be uncomfortable. She also realised that there wasn’t space for her legs on the block. She would be forced to stand with them apart, balancing on the very tips of her toes as the rod sank deep inside of her, locking her in place and keeping her from escaping.

“Get her up there!” Lillian chuckled at the paleness of Aria’s face. “I want to see her squirming.”

The guards closed ranks around her. Rough hands took hold of her body and she was lifted, she kicked out, squirming already as the item of torment came closer and closer.

“Spread her legs,” Lillian barked. “She’s already nice and wet, so this should be easy.”

Aria did her best to resist; she tried to fight back but there was no way that she could. Again, hands closed around her thighs, forcing her legs apart as she was positioned above the rod. The tip pressed right into her pussy, forcing her lower lips apart with a cold hardness that sent shivers racing down her spine.

“Lower her,” Lillian was delighted, taking joy in her absolute humiliation. “Slowly. Let her feel it.”

Aria shook her head, but the guards did as they were told. She was forced down, her back arched, and she gave a despairing cry. The penetration was long and slow, and the motion was gradual, but she felt it filling her up. Her moans grew more and more urgent; her feet wriggled, Her cries became more desperate, heavy with humiliation, and her face flushed bright red.

The tip of the metal pole filled her up. Her hands went to it, trying to pull herself free or maybe find some way to wriggle off. Lillian stood back and watched, a smirk curling the corners of her lips as Aria got more and more frantic. Her legs kicked, and she raised herself to the very tips of her toes.

But she couldn’t pull away. The damn thing was too deep inside of her. She gasped and moaned, becoming more uncomfortable as she fought. Aria squirmed on the pole but every move only seemed to make her sink further onto it. It pressed against the inside of her pussy, pushing deeper than anything else she’d ever felt.

“Are you enjoying that?” Lillian asked. “I hope you are because you’re going to stay pinned just like that until Karen comes to collect you. And the door is right there too. Hell, I’m not even going to lock it.”

“Bitch,” Aria gasped, but the word was weak, lacking in strength or intensity. Aria’s head was low and she knew that she’d been beaten.

“Enjoy your time in the cell,” Lillian told her. “It’s the last peace you’ll get for a very long time.”

And then she and the guards filed out. True to her word, she didn’t even bother to lock the cell. Aria was forced to stand with it in sight, struggling and gasping. The humiliation rose through. She felt utterly used; the metal rod was stiff and cold, it didn’t feel good or pleasurable but it locked her in place, holding her no matter how hard she tried to escape.

Aria tried to move, to pull her way to freedom. When that didn’t work, she used her hands to work at the rod. Hoping to pull it loose or heave herself up. That failed as well, and by now she could feel her feet starting to strain. She gasped and moaned, not sure how much time had passed in the face of her growing desperation.

Eventually, she was forced to concede that she wasn’t going to be getting out of this. The door was so close; almost within reach. If only she could pull herself free, she would be able to open it and escape!

But there was no hope for that; the bar held her prisoner. It locked her down and forced her to stay in place. Even as she squirmed and gasped and moaned. Even as her face grew red, and she realised just how utterly defeated she looked. Her pussy was wet; her nipples were hard. Her hands were moving, tugging and pulling helplessly at the bar.

Aria’s face was one of total and utter defeat by the time that Executive Karin arrived, flanked by two guards who were considerably better armed than the ones she had seen before. By then, Aria was a heaving, gasping mess, almost unable to focus at all as the Myriad Executive swept into the room.

“Aren’t you just adorable?” Her hand reached out to Aria’s chin, forcing her to look up and meet Karin’s cold eyes. There was no pity there. No remorse at all. Aria felt a shiver worm its way down her spine. She realised now that Lillian had been right.

She was already starting to wish that Lillian was the one in charge.

“We’ll be sure to put you to good use,” Karin said. “Welcome to Myriad. I think you’ll find that you’re exactly what we’ve been looking for.”