Elizabeth at War Ch. 06 - Remorse - Sex Stories

Elizabeth at War Ch. 06 - Remorse

... sniper to take you out proves that. Yes, the backup team got a look at his case and effects before the police closed up everything. The first scan shows he is ex military, and he had several photos of you. He rented the car three days ago, so his orders are probably recent. We will get you into a protection program, but right now we are evacuating you all to a nearby base."

Jenny asked: "What then, daddy?'

He shook his head. "Then I have a lot of running, a lot of explanation to do. There is a deep cover program I want to get them into. It will take some string pulling, but I can swing it."

"Stan and I will take the case, daddy. No, I insist, this is personal now. If I have to fight you on this one, I will, dad. How soon is your evacuation team going to be here?"

***

André swung the quirt, stinging the sweaty, trembling backside. Jessica gasped for breath, struggled to keep up with the treadmill. The sting of the quirt had her pick up her pace again. Sweat streamed down her naked body. André looked at the three men and nodded.

"You have the routine, right? She does ten minutes of running, and you see she keeps it up. Then ten minutes of stretching. Donald, you know what to do. Then she rests for ten. Then she runs, stretches, rests. Every hour an orgasm. Keep her masked, do not break the routine. I will be around later. You may all break for lunch, pre-packed lunches will be delivered. Mearsden, you will see that the other girls get theirs? And they are ...

... never to see each other. Is that clear?"

They nodded. He went to his private suite, showered and left. He noted again that all doors were locked, all security systems were operating. Damn Renate. This additional girl was straining his systems, and that is how mistakes are made. Without her the finishing of the others would have been well advanced.

He pulled into his private parking garage, looking around for any observers. Nothing visible. The security algorithm would have alerted him. Walking into the small shopping complex he took on his other persona. The Estate Agency was on the first floor, his secretary was waiting for him.

"Mr Berman, your coffee and snacks is waiting on your desk. I have three calls for you. Both the agents are out. Patty is showing the office suite to a foreign investor, Barry has been following up on the industrial property we had listed last week."

He nodded. "Good work, Mrs Smythe. Give me the details of the calls, I will tell you when they can be called back."

One of the calls was from prospective client, the second from an established industrial company looking for warehouses. The third was a coded message.

He returned the two calls, then called the cleaning company to make sure they had cleared up Renate's room at the factory, and had sanitized the rest of the property. They were used to working with him and could be trusted not to leave any evidence behind, or pilfer incriminating property. All that remained of Renate's life ...