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'You are joking' Stefania giggled gently hitting his arm; she snuggled up more to the chancellor, she couldnt understand how a man like him could be so lonely- she could never imagine living without men or love...., she placed her hand on his leg and smiled pleasantly, deep in thought....

He gently places his arm around her and pulls her a little closer.

"So, how's life for you?"

http://pub.tv2.no/multimedia/TV2/archive/00130/Angelina_Jolie_130899a.jpg

'I am fine, feeling lonely on Serafima, I love travelling and am ravishing this idea, I feel sorry for my friends back home' Stefania said, a small tear rolling down her soft rosy cheek, she snuggled deep into his body.

He kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"It's ok, I'm sure your country will be able to recover - JRV will do what it can to help. Y'know, we do have a bit in common, I like travelling too."

'I would love to visit my native Russia, I had this idea when I was a teen of having loads of children and a brave handsome husband, and look what has happened to me, I just crave love' Stefania said rubbing her hand on his knee, she turned and nibbled his ear softly.

He leaned over and began nibbling her neck.

"I am so desperate for a woman to share my life with."

'I could help you out, but I don't want to threaten your position within the presidency' Stefania said, lifting her neck in pleasure.

'I have been offered a good job, can we wait....' she said, before she knew it, he had her in his arms........

"Stefania, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met."

Holding her closely, he begins to kiss Stefania all over.

OOC: First time RP, so take it easy if I am terrible.



Vlad Alexseivich Kaboniski gazed out happily at the island below him. It taken little effort to conquer this island paradise. He shook his head in wonder at the ease of conquering the island, then at rounding up and enslaving the haplass women of the island.


As Vald continued to think a young woman entered the room. The woman was medium in height and wore a very open dress made of silk that made her very pleasing to the eye.The woman stopped at Vlad's desk and stood there, waiting.

After a few moments Vlad turned around and spoke in a heavy "New York Gangster" accent. "What is it, Erica?"

Erica handed Vlad a paper "The Board of Directors is ready for the company to open for buisness in the world" she said in a perky voice

Vlad took the paper and smiled "Good girl Erica, this makes me very happy"

Erica smiled and asked hopefully "That is very good, perhaps I will get some more Iradan?"

Vlad smiled at this question. Iradan was a super addictive drug that he had helped develop. Getting a woman addicted was the first step in enslaving her.

"Of course my little jewl, some extra Iradan will be waiting for you in your apartment"

Erica smiled and turned to leave when Vlad spoke up again "Erica before you leave tell me if the board has prepared the boradcasting room for me"

"The Boradcasting Room is fully ready"

"Excellent, you may leave"

THE BORADCASTING ROOM


Vlad stood on a platform in the middle of the room and did some excises to help him smooth his nerves.

"Alright Mr. Director we have 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. Live feed"

Vlad took in one more breath and then smiled broadly

"Greetings to all of youse out there watching this. I am Vlad, and I am the head director of Female Slavery Inc.

Here at FS Inc we strive to make a better slave for all of the men out there who have no other way to expeirence the female body.

Through years of hard work we here at FS Inc have perfected the art of enslavement to bring a female slave like you never expierenced before!

What is our goal youse might ask? Simple, we simply strive to provide the male community with the best good possible

So if youse wish to buy from us then simply send us a message via the upcoming address and we will send youse the girl, or girls of your dreams

And remember we are doing this for youse, our public"



From: Castle Essembra
Essembra, Capital City
Of Kormanthor

To: Female Slavery Inc,
Vlad Alexseivich Kaboniski

We are saddened by your blatant violation of human rights. As a nation and a member of Aeloularea Region of the Depths we will not allow you to take any
women from our country, region, or allies. As of now I have issued orders to
our military to covertly keep watch on all of your marine & aireal traffic. If you
violate any of these boundries that we have set for you, your offending forces will be boarded forcefully and confiscated. The personnel on board will be enprisoned for crimes against humanity.

Signed

King Matthew Of Kormanthor

OOC: Serafima is the nation - Stefania is the girl in question ;) NEVER MIND.

IC: Stefania loved his warm lips all over her, the car was cold, and she wanted to make this lonely man as happy as possible, she helped him out, by moving his hands around her, she unpinned her hair and it fell loose and covered her face............

He suddenly pauses.

"Oh, I'm sorry! You don't have to be doing this if you don't want to, what has come over me?" He pulls away, seeming embarrassed.

'Theres nothing wrong with me? I never do anything unless i want to' she said, wrapping her hand around his neck and looking innocently into his eyes, her other hand clasped his hand resting on his lap.

'are you alright?' she added quickly.

He smiles, gazing in to her beautiful, big innocent eyes.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure you wanted to be doing this."

Garrison places his arms gently around her waist and moves closer again. He starts kissing her chest and works his way up...

Stefania trembled under his strong presence and touch, she loved behind underneath such a big powerful man,
she wondered why he was weary did she look doubting?

He moves his arms higher above her waist, continuing to kiss her.

"Stefania, I would be honoured to be able to get to know you better."

'I would like to know you better' Stefania said, appreciating his warm hands.

The car soon stopped

'Oh we are here' Stefania said, trying to tie her hair together whilst Garrison was still kissing her breasts,

ooc:if this is not ok to post now please excuse me cause i did not fill like reading the forty something pages i had left to read to have read all this/ooc:

IC:

"sir the transmisions that are being interceptid are numbering in the high hundreds and some of thoses are dicently increpted one of them was so well done that it took the computer alomost a hole minut to decipher it"
"that reminds me tell the crypto section at the T.I.A. to get off there lazy ass's and git that new 120 x TIA encryption/decryption progroam up and running we dont call ourselvs the crypto experts of the world for nothing and by the way where the hell are all thease tranmisions comming from/going to"
"to the FSI from all over the planet you should have ben informed about that sir"
"oh i was i just dident realize that thease two things were realated thats all. prepare one of the AURORA jets with the Pulse Detonation Wave Engine im gona pay the FSI a little visit also git the sky shadow ready to leave with full crew use the 110 x TIA increptid line for comm. clear?"
"clear"
/\/\10 min later/\/\
"A1 respond"
"A1 hear clear the run way and have the sky shadow launch in 2 min is that clear?"
"cristal.....A1.....LAUNCH!!!!!"
/\/\60 sec. later eney rader that is directed tword the FSI see's what looks like a missle treveling at mach 12 tword the FSI it abrouptly slows down to less than mach 1 and lands next to the captal of the FSI the hatch slowly opens and out steps JATE the leader of The Rogue Criptographic Nation of FMP

OOC:

FMP, you would have been challenged by blockading forces as you tried to enter FSI. Perhaps you could outrun blockading fighters if you went in at mach 12, but missile defense systems mounted on vessels like the Ticonderoga II Class AEGIS Crusiers I have blockading FSI probably would have been able to take you out if they were ordered to.

The motorcade of 4 governmental limousines escorted by police outriders comes to a careful halt at the main security barrier around Government House. Once quick conformation of the occupants is received, the procession is permitted entry.

The cars move slowly down a long driveway, beautiful gardens are on either side. The large Government House towers in front, a marvellous classical design made out of white marble. It is the official residence of the chancellor and the centre of JRV government.

"We are at Government House, the others should be here shortly - if they aren't already. Chancellor Brash will officially welcome you and your friends to JRV, then a state banquet will be held in your honour." He places a hand back on Stefania's lap and rubs her rhythmically.

OOC:/Democratic Colonies 1. were your missles orderd to launch and if so 2. how are thay guided and FYI i am not doing uber-future tech here due to the fact that there is a militery air craft that can go mach 6 right now (its kinda an open secret of the us if you know where to look) so im at least 5 and at most 15 years in the future here (im betting bout 10) and in a mater of how fast i was going i would have ben (give or take) on the other side of the planet when i launched\OOC:

:confused:
I'm not even going to try to catch up. Can someone summarize for me? What happened with the Raptorian Federation and the Decisive Action thing? (It was Decisive Action, right?)

OOC: I think it's pretty much moot point anyways. FSI hasen't been around for days, I'm not even sure if he's coming back. My forces will continue to blockade FSI for a while, then, assuming nothing else happens, they'll move off because FSI's slave trade is rendered inactive.

bump :D

right.

OOC: I think it's pretty much moot point anyways. FSI hasen't been around for days, I'm not even sure if he's coming back. My forces will continue to blockade FSI for a while, then, assuming nothing else happens, they'll move off because FSI's slave trade is rendered inactive.

OOC: JRV will follow Democratic Colonies, our new allies. I'd also like to set up embassies between out 2 countries.

BTW - Serafima, did you see my last post?

OOC:/Democratic Colonies 1. were your missles orderd to launch and if so 2. how are thay guided and FYI i am not doing uber-future tech here due to the fact that there is a militery air craft that can go mach 6 right now (its kinda an open secret of the us if you know where to look) so im at least 5 and at most 15 years in the future here (im betting bout 10) and in a mater of how fast i was going i would have ben (give or take) on the other side of the planet when i launched\OOC:

ooc
your talking about the Aurore I bet, and it is concievable that such an aircraft, should it exist (still highly arguable but who knows, the F117 was for nearly 10 years) it could concievably carry ABM weapon systems 10 years from now... although how many warheads one aircraft could take out is another point entirely.

I think FSI is still around, I saw a post indicating he had been on vacation with family last 5 days and hopes to return to it soon.

A more likely tech solution 10 years from now is a spaceplane (like the one that went up last week) that carries a useful ABM system... can get missiles at the high end of their trajectory as they reenter the atmosphere and are very easy to spot with thermal sensors for example.

which post JRV? under the terror attack one? on the lake?

OOC: JRV will follow Democratic Colonies, our new allies. I'd also like to set up embassies between our 2 countries.


We'd be happy to exchange embassies. Land has been made available for you in our capitol, Viconia City for construction of an embassy, and Colonial staff will arrive shortly in your capitol to oversee the establishment of an embassy on your end. The Democratic Colonies would also like to open up avenues of unrestricted trade and commerical commerce between our two nations. We hope this to be the begining of a longstanding relationship.

ooc:Serafima that was a little, er graphic, it is a family friendly forum. :eek:
ic: The Queen of Randomea shook her head at the lack of response from the FS.Inc. "Guess it's time for some action. How can one of our intelligence agents gain entrance to the Island Tintaglia?"
"The island is surrounded by an almost impenetrable barrier or ships preventing flow to and from the island."
"Well that's hopeful," the Queen said sarcastically.
"It has been rumoured that the disappearance of young women from nearby islands is linked with piracy to supply the island in question."
"Interesting. Do we have any pretty female intelligence agents versed in the languages needed?"
Tintaglia turned to her laptop and selected the relevent files. "A couple."
"And in the techniques to suceed in her mission."
"Yeeees."
"That doesn't sound good."
"Take a look at the file your majesty." She turned the laptop towards the Queen.
"Oh." She paused. "Well, it can not be helped, when the Country calls you follow." Getting up from her chair and turning towards the window she said "See everything that's needed to be done is. Might be an idea to inform the relevent commanders of our prospective allies what is occurring, timing at your discretion Tintaglia."
"Yes ma'am." She left the room and could soon be heard making urgent phonecalls through the scrambler on her desk.

:confused:
I'm not even going to try to catch up. Can someone summarize for me? What happened with the Raptorian Federation and the Decisive Action thing? (It was Decisive Action, right?)


Ooc- I still have 20 divisions, perhaps 2,000 aircraft, and a few hundred ships in and around FSI. But other than, I think unless he gets back, and soon, this is all sort of dead. But last I heard, he has a RL crisis that obviously takes precendence over this game which is not RL. Let's just give him some time, okay?

In the mean time let us all stop posting in this thread. More posts = more for FSI to read when he comes back.

ooc: he said he'd be back today. Well, he said on the 9th 'tomorrow or the day after.

Randomea, what do you mean by A LITTLE TOO GRAPHIC? I am confused!

:sniper: :sniper: :sniper:

OOC: Okay everyone I have a message. I aplogize to all of you who were excited on Saturday and Sunday about my resuming posting but a problem came it. My family's Internet people made a big mistake and we lost internet connection, we had DSL. My dad managed to fix a dial-up connection for us to use until the DSL is back. I can not post a awful lot though because the dial-up is on our phone line. This just stinks, does'nt it?


EH

OOC: It does. But just sneak in one post on the other thread?

OOC: Of course Emanara! but first I sorta need to catch up here with my Lena plotline and whole thing with Ashley. Everyone else please TG me about whatever pressing matters I need to address here, Thanks in Advance.




IC:


It had been several hours now since the guards had discovered Lena with the dead Papa Alvarado and now Lena was finally cracking from the physical torment the guards had been putting her through.


"Now tell us Lena, who hired you to kill Papa Alvarado?"


Lena struggled up from the floor and spoke halting "The Democratic Colonies........ hired me....... to...... kill..... Lorenzo..... they promised me freedom...... from him and FSI...... Please do not rape me again......"

The second guard shrugged his shoulders "We will not harm you anymore Lena" he said compassionatly "That is all we needed, thank you honey".

The first guard turned to the second "Bro we have to tell the Bosses about this, NOW"

The second nodded and left the bedroom as his brother helped Lena to the bed. "Now you just rest here" he said.


A few hours later the great bosses of FSI had convened to decide who would now lead the company.


"I think that the answer is clear friends" said Don Haraban "We must bring the Papa's son Mufasa out of exile and bring him here"

Don Kabama stood up "I agree, but I do not like the that son of a Turk" he said nodding his head.

Don Martano stood up from the head of the table "Then we are agreed we shall call Mufasa from his exile and have him brought here, we should probably alert the international media"


Some time later on the airwaves:

The clear booming voice of Martano spoke up "People of the world a hideous crime against us has been commited against us. Our leader Papa Alvarado has been killed by his own favorite slave, who did not act on her own free will but was seduced and threatened by the vile Democratic Colonies! But we are understanding and shall not press towards a military confrontation. But I ask you my listeners, who has done the illegal now? us, who are running a legit buisness or them who threatned one of our own into doing thier dirty work. I thank you"

OOC: More later

THE GUARDS ROOM
(Ashley)


When the guard noticed he was not making a effect on Ashley he grunted and rolled off the bed, grumbling darkly he took two sets of binders and slapped them on Ashley then got a piece of dirty underwear and stuffed it into her mouth, then secured it there with duck tape. "Maybe when I comeback you will behave better" he grumbled as he left.


A half hour later a young man entered the room "Uh oh you must be the Emanaran that Ramerio was talking about, do not be angry with him, you are his first woman, he has no prior experience" after moments the guard sat down on the bed took off the duct tape and took out the underwear "Listen I can be shot for this but I do not think that Ramerio is a good owner, if you will behave I can get out of here to one of the pleasure houses, you will be taken care of there"


HIGH ABOVE AND APPORACHING FSI

Mustfasa Alvarado paced back and forth in front of his key advisors and favorite slaves. He was dressed in flowing blue robes and wore a large white turban on his head. "I can not believe that father is dead, but why else would I be called out of exile" he said. "Salaam my prince, perhaps this will be a good thing, perhaps you shall lead us out of this mess" said the lead advisor Salah Ruedin. Mustfasa nodded "You are probably right" just then a young man came into the room "My prince we are nearing blockade airspace, please come to the front of the plane". Mustfasa turned and left the room with the man

At the front of the plane Mustfasa leaned forward and spoke into a mike "Salaam to you, I am Prince Aladdin of the soverigen nation of Ankara. Please allow me passage for my nation wishes to talk with the discipable slavers" Well we shall soon see if this works thought Mustfasa.

i don't know where serafima stands in this anymore, can we be brought bck somehow?????? please????????????

OOC: Task Force Guardian is the name I gave to the SpecOps team I sent in to get Lena.

Also, I'm not sure if everyone saw the pic of Secretary Kelli Perim I posted in the other thread, so here she is:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/JC_Denton/NationStates/c1d618ad.jpg



IC:
* Colonial Department of Foriegn Affairs Headquarters, Democratic Colonies, Viconia City *

Secretary Kelli Perim sat alone, in complete and utter silence inside of the brightly lit ready room, just outside of the Foriegn Affairs press conference chamber. The room was designed to provide government officals with a quiet place to prepare for press conferences, but despite the comfortable surroundings around her, Secretary Perim was as more tense then she'd ever been. Word had broken, accusations were flying - supposedly, the Democratic Colonies had been behind the death of Papa Alvarado, leader of FSI. It was true, ofcourse, but Perim wasen't supposed to admit that. Secretary Kelli Perim was prepared, ready and willing to lie to a world audience, her only hope that she would be convincing enough to the mob of reporters and television crews that now crowded the press conference chamber. She checked her government issue digital watch one last time before reviewing her notes once again - there was only a matter of minutes now until she was scheduled to make her statement on the world stage.

*****

The bright lights of video cameras, the quiet shutters and whirls of photographers in action, the unnatural silence that fell over the press conference chamber - all of these elements combined to create an almost surreal experience as Kelli Perim emerged from the shelter of the ready rooms and into the full on spotlight of the assembled international press. The steady clicking of Perim's high heels was clearly audible throughout the chamber as Perim made her way to the podium, flanked by a pair of agents from the Colonial Security Bureau. The look on Perim's face was dead serious as she reached the podium and turned to address the people before her. "As Foreign Secretary of the Democratic Colonies, I would to bid you all welcome." she began formally. "It has come to the attention of the Colonial Government that certain lies are being told about the Democratic Colonies - lies that any reasonable person would consider to be implausible to the highest degree. Female Slavery Inc has accused the Democratic Colonies of being involved in the assassination of Papa Alvarado, the leader of FSI. These accusations are false. The Colonies had no involvement in the death of Papa Alvarado, and no detailed knowledge about the manner of his death. The Federated Union of Democratic Colonies denies all accusations against it, and believes that FSI may simply be mistaken on the matter. The Colonies will continue to blockade FSI until such a time that the slave trade ends, and will not be swayed by fabricated stories of assassination and bribery." Secretary Perim took a step back from the podium before finishing simply, "There will be no questions." Perim turned smartly towards the government officals' exit out of the chamber as the questions of the gathered news and press reporters rang out to her retreating backside. Perim did not turn around to answer any of them however, and continued straight back out into the safety of the the restricted areas of Foreign Affairs HQ. For now, her job was complete - now it was up to the Colonial SpecOps team to extract Lena, their assassin, from FSI.



Colonial Intelligence Service, Section 5 (Special Operations)
Transmission to Task Force Guardian
Encryption Key Underdark-Romeo-Oberon-661

Extraction of the woman known as "Lena" is to take place ASAP. Lena's cover has been compromised, she has been captured and interrogated by FSI officals. Exercise extreme caution, expect combat engagements. Use of rifle and shoulder arms recommended when possible.

End CI5 Transmission

The two guards walked down the hall way dragging Lena behind them as they went. There orders had been clear, to keep Lena underguard in a room on the dockside before Iradan and mindwipe machines could be prepared.


"You really messed up this time Lena, ya had good thing going with Papa Alvarado" said the first guard


"No amount of physical pleasure can heal my scars, scars Alvarado inflicted! I am glad I killed him" said Lena bitterly.

As the group reached cage Lena looked hard at the guards "well? aren't going to rape me now?"

The guards shook thier head and pushed Lena in, then locked the cage shut.

"So do you check out there that nice redhead down at Tony's?" said the second guard as they left. "I sure do bud!!" replied the first and they left.


((OOC: DC this could be fun to RP!))

ooc: Serafima, nvm.
FSI, my country is intending to send an intelligence agent to one of the countries you are or were kidnapping women from to meet demand. From there well, you can guess.

ic: Mystica went through her emailed assignment again, committing it to memory. She then proceeded to remove it from the hard-disk in all forms, short of re-formatting.
She went to her wardrobe and took out all the standard issue nick-nacks the technology department were constantly trying out, sometimes with limited success, sometimes with utter failure. More importantly she took out her set of id cards, her passports and her small collection of knives. She checked her bow was also in her suitcase and the small handgun, although she preferred the former for distance and silence. It would also pass more easily as a permittable item where she was going.
It was not the high-society mission she was used to, trailing the ministers around the casinos, calling 'banquo' and sending messages through her body language, which usually meant milking their secrets in one of the bedrooms in the hotel above the relevant casino. A glamourous life? Hardly. The last mission involved a singularly repulsive man, drugs and a night she would have rather not remembered, but that was her job, to shake off the haze left by the drugged champagne he thought was the reason she had agreed and remember what he had muttered from the truth drug she had dropped in his.
One thing she looked forward to was cleansing her hair from the temporary black dye and allow the natural red to return. Anything that she had naturally had to be turned to her advantage. Thus she laid only the simplest of her clothes in the suitcase, allowing two cocktail dresses for the first nights to quieten the authorities' suspicions.
So a raven-haired high-class woman left one country and naturally appeared in the casinoes of another for a weekend break. Those nights she chose who she wanted personally, who would know when she would next be able to do that? On the third day a raven-haired high-class woman moved on to another country. A red-haired taxi-driver drove home to one of the little villages on the coast and returned the taxi to her sick-brother. She returned to looking after the small forest-surrounded farm and went fishing on the reef.
Mystica's life soon turned into a calming routine. The 'sick-brother' got better and her trips to the city stopped. "I almost wish this was my life." She said to the sea in her own tongue. The 'brother' smiled, not understanding.

Female slaves....I like the idea of that one.

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=365620 --- Look

FSI & Talonor :sniper:

Greetings,
This is a very, uhh, interesting propostion. I really am interested in this idea and will supply you with various funds for "test tries" in this product. Anytime you can deliver them would be great.

Xavier Valcolsan
High King of Xavionia
Arch-Priest of The Serpent Enclave

((OOC: Randomea, yours looks like a fine RP to do!))

IC:

Vlad sat down and exaimed his messages, happy that there was one in his box.



"Youse will not dispointed your royal Highness, we supply only the best women for our customers. Your order shall be sent shortly"

Special Agent Natalie McAllistar slowly toyed with the burning cigarette between her middle and index fingers in her right hand. She was bored - she was seated at the counter of Tony's, a local FSI establishment that had proven to be popular with the slave guards. She had been sitting at the counter, looking lonely and approachable for 3 nights in a row now, but thus far, her efforts hadn't produced anything useful. Special Agents Dean Terstone and John Kodiak, also from CI5, were seated about 20 feet behind her, pretending to engage in conversation over drinks while in reality watching over McAllistar and staying prepared to provide backup if needed. McAllistar brushed a few strands of her deep red hair out of her eyes as she noticed a few FSI slave guards enter Tony's. She noticed Terstone and Kodiak glancing at them too - they were obviously concerned with her safety, but tried to avoid showing it. While the two male agents that monitered her were armed with a Glock and a Berreta pistol respectively, McAllistar herself went unarmed to further her disguise as a woman who was simply looking to have some fun and male companionship. She slowly uncrossed and recrossed her legs in an effort to attract some attention, providing ample views of her long, well toned legs to anyone who happened to be watching. She was hoping that one of the FSI guards would come over - hopefully, an FSI guard who could provide information on the location of Lena.

Secret Message to Female Slavery Inc.:

Imperial Germany will pay $300 M for six-hundred girls. They must be between the ages of 13-16, with 75% with blonde hair (no red-heads). This order will be repeated yearly. We will insure their safety and well being. We will pick them up by Airbus A380s.

Did you ever confirm this order?

OOC: Yes I did confirm your order Sixth Reich



IC:



The two guards entered Tony's and upon entering the second spotted the red head he wanted for so long. "Elecher I am going to that red head now, tell Tony I am renting her for the night" the Elecher nodded and walked up to Tony, who was polishing his glasses.

"Tony! my man Reiger is renting the hot legs red head down there for the night!"

Tony smiled "Good it has been three nights now since I first saw her, those legs are too good for being alone. So are you renting anyone?"

Elecher frowned "No not tonight Tony, I wanna conserve my strength"


Meanwhile Reiger made his way to McAllistar and sat down. "You look lonely tonight Erahein (OOC: that means 'lovely redhead'), I got me some Iradan here" he held the purple substance under McAllistar's nose "And a regular room, why don't we go up right now" at this point Reiger rubbed McAllistar's neck and went down her body with his free hand, smiling.

Henry Goncharov here, look its dangerous for me to use the national switchboard but, I have three exceptionally willing and beautiful girls who did not get taken away, I can send them to you now, no price, I just need to get rid of evidence, i have enough money for three lifetimes

Vlad looked at the message and switched to a private channel



"Of course we shall take them of youse' hands. I understand about dangerous occupations. You can send the girls to my private docks at Cul de Lan harbour on the far side of the island"

Henry chivvied the girls onto the boat and they set sail for FSI

OOC: i am off now, speak tommorrow

Special Agent Natalie McAllistar smiled as broadly as she could and cast a seductive look at Reiger, letting him run his hands over her body. She thought of all that she wanted to do to this man - break his neck, dislocate his wrists and strangle him, take the bottle of Iradan he was offering and shove it down his throat - but fighting her urges, she moaned softly and pressed her body against Reiger's. She casually took Reiger's container of Iradan in a hand, but then put it down on the counter before draping both of her arms over Reiger's body. "I've got a room that I think you might prefer..." she said suggestively. "It's just down the street from here - I really think you'd like it over there." she whispered as she guided Reiger's hand up her skirt. The truth of the matter was that another 3 Colonial agents were waiting in a hotel room down the street and were waiting for McAllistar to bring someone in for them to ambush, but obviously, Reiger didn't need to know that quite yet.

Reiger smiled as he felt the red head's body and was nodding along at her suggestions. "Really? You have a room down the street? I was not aware that Tony allowed his slaves to do buisness or live outside of the pleasure house." Reiger felt around McAllistar's underwear and put another on her skirt in prepartion to yank them down but contained himself remembering Elecher's advice of going slow. Instead he put one hand up and down her leg while moving another up her shirt. "If you think that I would like your room Erahein, then sure we can go but first another five minutes of this okay?"

McAllistar nodded before kissing Reiger passionately on the lips. "Whatever you want." she mumbled to him between breaths.

Special Agent John Kodiak's hand stirred nervously near his hidden Berreta. He and Natalie McAllistar had been a couple once - but like many romances in the Colonial Intelligence Service, it simply didn't pan out. Long seperations when they were on different operations, the constant danger to both of them, the secrets that they kept from eachother - they simply couldn't sustain a relationship together. Natalie McAllistar was no longer his to care for, his to feel for. She was just another member of the team, just like any other fellow agent - or so Kodiak tried to convince himself. It was a lie though, and he knew it. The very sight of the FSI guard groping McAllistar was enough for Kodiak to want to pull out his 9mm Berreta, blow his cover and kill the bastard that had his hand up McAllistar's skirt. He couldn't though - the look that he was getting from the other agent monitering McAllistar only confirmed that fact for him. Most of the team knew themselves about the past history between John Kodiak and Natalie McAllistar. What they were doing here was for the good of over 3 million enslaved women, but even so, Kodiak had to fight every urge in his body to do something when he saw McAllistar begin a long kiss with Reiger. He hoped that this mission would be over soon.

Reiger was surprised by the sudden kiss, but soon recovered and returned it with equal passion. As they parted Reiger smiled "You sure know how to kiss Erahein, I am going to talk to Tony after this over about buying you. As a reward have some Iradan" Reiger then reached over to the bottle and took off the lid, then held it out to McAllistar. "After this we can go to your room and then the real fun begins Erahein" wispered Reiger as he rubbed McAllistar's neck then her breasts with his free hand.

McAllistar took the bottle of Iradan from Reiger with one hand while her other went down to his crotch and began to gently stroke him. "Oh, I just can't wait." she said with artifical excitement. "I usually enjoy Iradan much better after a night of passion with a strong, handsome man like yourself though." she continued as she lightly swished the Iradan around in its container. "How about we enjoy ourselves together first, huh?" asked McAllistar while continuing to stroke Reiger.

Land located in the capital was secured for use by the Democratic Colonies to set up an embassy. The government eagerly awaited the arrival of the DC officials and would see to it that they received the best hospitality.

***

Victoria City International Airport

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An Airbus A-323 decorated in the Republic's national colours was cleared for landing and touched gently down on a cleared run way. Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs, John Hunt rose from his seat having finally returned from the DA Conference. Ms. Davison, his chief advisor was next to him. She had saved Hunt's backside, and for that the Federal MP would ever be grateful.
As the 2 emerged down the stairway, a Republic Guardsman offered salute.
The door to a ministerial limousine was opened and both slid in. With that, the car moved slowly off, several police motorbikes and a DPS four-wheel drive escorting. Both were unsure exactly what to make of the conference they had just attended, it seemed to have achieved little. However the increased possibility of DA removing its forces would be beneficial.

"Czar my arse..." Hunt uttered as they sped into the traffic.

***

JRV Government House

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"Eh, and so it is with a great sense of warmness that I welcome you to JRV!" The chancellor steps from the lectern, bows and walks off the podium to meet the girls from Serafima.

Reiger groaned as McAllistar stroked his crotch and smiled "Whatever suits you Erahein" he said in dazed tone. After kissing McAllistar again he stood up and lifted McAllistar to her feet. "You lead the way Erahein" said Reiger with a large smile