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tanuno · Jun 2, 2025

[LmAnt] - Arrangements 12 & 13

That was a pretty strong statement though!
Lucius stood up again, and I got up from my chair.

“How are you going to do that?” I asked him.

“Well,” he replied with a slight smile.
“There are certain things that I know about, and I know that Sir Walter wants to keep them hidden at all costs. So I'm going to make him an... An offer.”

He cleared his throat.
“And I'd best get straight to work. In the meantime, why don't you have a look at the information we've collected? I've sent everything you need to the computer in your old room. You'll also find more comfortable clothes there from your last stay under my roof.”

It sounded like a suggestion, but I knew that he was very keen for us to do just that.
I suspected he was a little uncomfortable about using such an obvious means of blackmail. And he didn't want me to look over his shoulder, while he was doing so.

So I agreed with a quick, “Sounds good!”.

'My old room' was on the top floor of the three-storey house.
It had been my home for a week when I had worked with Lucius through a mountain of documents in my defence during my trial.

It was a small, simple room. Probably once meant for a maid. But it was equipped with everything you needed and even had its own bathroom, albeit a tiny one.

And so, not too much later, I found myself in these familiar surroundings, dressed in clothes that I had totally forgotten,
immersed in the information that Lucius and his assistant had gathered.

And I was simultaneously disgusted and fascinated by how far-reaching and deep Frost's deception was.
As well as how fragile the structure was that he had conned together!

A few little hints here and there, at the right time and to the right shareholders, and the supposed value of the “Frost empire” would plummet and dissolve into debt.

And I was so gripped by hunting fever and rediscovering my long-lost expertise that I didn't notice the figure that quietly entered my room.

A quiet clearing of a throat behind me made me jump up and instinctively take a defensive stance.

The young man who had sneaked up on me so successfully took a step back and raised his hands in a placating gesture.
He didn't look very frightened, though.
In any case, the smile on his friendly face did not suggest that.

“Excuse me, Miss Hanna, I didn't mean to scare you. I'm Robin”, he explained in a friendly manner and was very calm.

And... had he just addressed me in the same way as Lucius?

I ignored it for the moment and relaxed my posture. The intruder didn't seem really threatening.
Rather, he looked like I wasn't sure whether I would call him a “man” yet.

In any case, he looked like he wasn't fully grown yet.
He was slim, not much taller than me and a delicate fuzz adorned his still boyish face, which had something oriental about it.

His really beautiful eyes were striking, with eyelashes that many women would envy.
And they also looked much more grown-up than the rest of him.

“Okay,” I said, quickly interrupting the scrutiny of my counterpart, and he lowered his hands.
“Hanna is quite enough,” I added.

“Yes, okay,” he smiled back, “I just slipped that out because Lucius always talks about you like that, the way he always calls me 'Mr Winter'.”

Then he held out his hand to me politely.

“Anyway, I'm very pleased to finally meet you in person!”

And I confess that I was quite taken with his good manners and pleasant politeness, which didn't fit in at all with the chaos in his hacker's den.

“Likewise,” I said rather curtly, and was a little irritated myself about it.
But I took his proffered hand.

“Lucius sent me,” he explained, unperturbed.
“He says step one is complete, and we can talk about the next ones over dinner.”

tanuno · Jun 2, 2025

[LmAnt] - Arrangements 14 to 18


And so we found ourselves in Lucius' dining room shortly afterwards. He had prepared something with fried fish that smelled very tempting and looked just as appealing. Nevertheless, I poked at the plate rather listlessly and barely got a bite down. “The first step in our offensive has been taken,” Lucius began the conversation. “Walter got my message and I know he understood it. I've also instructed my brother Maynard to keep an eye on Walter's activities.” I'd never heard of a brother in all the time I'd known him, so I interrupted Lucius at this point. “You have a brother? Maynard Miller? Seriously?” He looked at me for a moment, irritated. “I wouldn't even joke about my brother if he asked me personally,” he replied. “I've seen and experienced a lot, Miss Hanna, and I think it's fair to say that Maynard is the most dangerous being I've ever come across.” He let this addition sink in for a moment before continuing: “If he takes care of Walter, you can assume that this task will be fully accomplished.” And finally he put an end to this topic: “There will be no more trouble from that direction.” And I knew that I would have to make do with that. For the time being. “So much for the good news,” Lucius came to the next part. “Our dealings with your fan, Ayerton Frost, will be more difficult.” I didn't dare to ask if his menacing brother couldn't take care of that arsehole as well. “Surely by now you have more detailed knowledge of the desolate state of his corporate conglomerate. But even if - and I have little doubt about this - his house of cards were to collapse, he has now attained a position that makes him largely immune to such losses. His influence has reached a status that is independent of monetary concerns.” I thought about his words for a moment: “You mean people no longer follow him out of greed, but because they take him seriously...because they believe in the shit he spouts?” He nodded. “I suppose I would have put it a little differently, but yes.” Robin had been listening in silence the whole time and was the only one of the three of us to have completely finished his plate. Now he put down his fork and furrowed his brows thoughtfully: “But even if it only shakes him up a little, it would at least be a bit of satisfaction to see him go bust, wouldn't it? There will be an immediate bailout fund for the company because his technology has become essential. But at least his name would no longer be on the letterhead!” Lucius looked at him seriously, and I was expecting a rebuke for this rather flippant suggestion. But I was surprised. “I tend to agree with you, Mr Winter. It won't hurt to pull at least that bit of ground out from under his feet.” He was silent for a minute, obviously thinking hard about something, and neither Robin nor I thought to interrupt him. “I'll revive a few contacts,” he finally said. “They'll get in touch with you, Mr Winter. Then you can take care of the necessary steps together.” “Aye, aye, boss,” Robin said with great satisfaction and leaned back in his chair, where I noticed that he cast a hungry glance at my virtually untouched plate. Without looking at my hungry new friend, I pushed it in his direction. “Still, that won't stop this creature from continuing to stretch its slimy tentacles at you, Miss Hanna,” Lucius turned to me again, his expression becoming even more serious. “I assure you that you are perfectly safe in my house. However, I doubt that you wish to spend an indefinite amount of time in this... exile.” I trusted him when it came to my safety. Completely. But I also knew that he was right about my “exile”. “Sooner or later, Frost will find a way to get what he desires. He has too many compliant henchmen not to try again and again until he finally succeeds.” He spoke as calmly as the situation allowed, but he couldn't have described my prospects more bleakly. “So - sooner or later - I won't be able to avoid a confrontation,” I continued his train of thought logically and he nodded thoughtfully. “But it will be of an invaluable advantage if we determine the conditions and the course of this confrontation, Miss Hanna! And that's exactly what we're going to do.”	What Lucius said sounded logical and confident. Nevertheless, the thought of even saying “hello” to my obnoxious stalker made me feel uneasy. The idea of virtually handing myself over to him was nothing less than horrifying. No matter how well we planned this encounter. I could have done with someone holding my hand at that moment. Someone who told me that everything would be okay. And in such a way that I would have believed it. But the only hands that could have done that were my own. “The first and most important question we need to ask,” Lucius began as gently as if he was fully aware of my silent thoughts, “is whether you are ready for this confrontation, Miss Hanna.” I didn't make the mistake of thinking about it for long. “I don't have a choice, do I?” I replied after a very brief hesitation. Lucius sighed softly. “I'm afraid not,” he confirmed. “But we will do everything in our power to see you through this calamity unscathed,” he then promised, and what I had learnt about him, his apparently rather interesting family and their far-reaching influence over the last few hours, helped to make me feel a little more confident. Lucius took a sip of his ice water. “Very well,” he continued, “if I want to trap an opponent without making it look like a trap in the slightest, you need a very credible lure.” I nodded. Of course, it was clear who that bait would be. But I still had no idea what I would have to do to appear ... credible. “To be credible, you can't contradict the image he has of you,” Lucius continued, “so what does Frost know about you?” He didn't expect an answer. “He became aware of you because of this ... simulation, because of this ... interesting game you took part in. Something about it made him want to find out more about you. And in the meantime, he has certainly found someone who has compiled a dossier on you. Certainly not as detailed as mine would have been, but certainly informative enough for Frost's purposes.” Another thought that made me shudder, but fortunately Lucius continued his train of thought and I focussed on that instead of my panic. “So he knows everything about your professional past by now. That's easy to find out. He knows about your criminal record. He will know that you are an intelligent, open-minded, courageous and sometimes a little too curious person. He'll have learnt enough about your personal likes and dislikes, to think he knows you.” It didn't get any better. The idea of this creep invading my life felt like a robbery. Or at least the way I imagined it. But again, Lucius' thoughts helped me: “So we need to make sure your contact matches the person he thinks he knows.”

Lucius had a flow, so I didn't interrupt him as he continued seamlessly. And Robin was too busy eating the remains of my meal to object. But it was obvious that he was still listening attentively. “There are two ways in which the meeting with Frost can come about. Either we remain passive and wait for him to make contact, or we take the initiative and contact him ourselves.” Although I still didn't like either idea, there was something very reassuring about Lucius talking about “we” and “us” all the time! I wouldn't be alone in this whole fucking thing. And I had the best and most trustworthy support I could wish for. “The point is, he'll know by now that I was working with you during the time of your trial. And I assume that he will also be aware of my reputation by now at the latest. We mustn't make the mistake of taking him for an idiot. Even if he is obviously insane!” Unfortunately, that was true, so I just nodded. “So let's play out the following scenario: You, Miss Hanna, are in trouble and turn to me for help. You then learn from me that Ayerton Frost has an intense interest in you. And it looks like this interest is of a professional nature. Let's just assume we know nothing more than that. Agreed?” I nodded again because I had an idea what he was getting at. We'd feed the arsehole enough truth, then hook him with a less true story. “What reaction to this information would Frost expect from you? Assuming you didn't think he was the scourge of the millennium!” It wasn't easy to imagine Frost as a simple business partner, so it took me a moment to come up with an answer: “If it were as you describe, I would try to make contact with this interested businessman. Not vehemently, but still... committed,” I apparently confirmed Lucius' assumption, as he nodded thoughtfully. “After all, you can't be friends with enough billionaires in these times!” I added cynically. And while Robin giggled, Lucius just snorted briefly and grimly.	“Good,” Lucius sounded satisfied, “I also think that's the better option. We'll make contact and inquire about Frost's concerns with friendly interest.” “Yes,” I agreed with him, “And maybe I should go so far as to tell him about my problems with the OITC. At least...vaguely.” Now Lucius, for his part, nodded in agreement: “That creates a basis. After all, he's not entirely happy with the work of the office either!” “Yes, but,” I pointed out, “I can't turn up empty-handed. I need an incentive for him that would make a meeting with me even more appealing to him... Only I have no idea what that might be...” There was silence at the table for a short while until Robin finally put the fork down on his plate and cleared his throat quietly: “Well,” he then said cautiously, “I have an idea.” Lucius seemed less surprised than I was by this interjection: “Fire away, Mr Winter!” he urged his young assistant. And he immediately picked up the thread again: “Well, Frost is very interested in the VR project you've been working on, Hanna. That much is certain. He saw what was possible back then and has continued to work on it. And what he ultimately intends to do with it is not particularly difficult to deduce.” He paused for a moment to give an opportunity for objections, but none came, so he continued: “His interest was aroused by the demo you took part in. I...” and here he paused for a moment because he was probably a little embarrassed by the following confession, “I had a look at it, and...well, it's obvious that the focus of this simulation is in the...erm...sexual area. The design and construction of the hardware is also geared towards this.” I wasn't particularly uncomfortable that he had seen me 'that way'. After all, it had only been a simulation with avatars for the viewer. So I smiled at him as he looked at me apologetically. “Yes,” I confirmed relaxed, “That's the sector that Voll-Productions wanted to cater for with the 'Evolution' project, among other things.” He nodded because he knew that too, of course: “I can have sex with the help of this VR, of any kind and with almost any person who is either directly connected, or simply sufficiently digitized. The simulation is so realistic that my...target won't be aware of it, if I don't want them to be. I can even set the whole thing up so that the simulation will seem like a real experience to me in the end.” “Yes,” I confirmed once again. “What are you getting at?” “Two points,” he replied. “Firstly, I'm convinced that Frost wants to use VR to offer sex to any man or woman. And with anyone they want. Risk-free and real. Even if the desired person is an otherwise unattainable target.” It dawned on me what he meant! The kidnapping of that young actress.... what was her name again... Nira? Keithell? “...and secondly...” a small, very mischievous smile flitted across his pretty lips. “..secondly, it doesn't work so flawlessly that it would be safe!” “What do you mean by that?” I wanted to know. I had assumed that the teething troubles of the simulation had been ironed out by now. “Well,” Robin continued, “there are...erm...lags in the synchronization. You've experienced them yourself, as I'm sure you remember.” “Yes,” I replied, “those were brief moments when the simulation no longer seemed like reality, but like a confused dream.” “Exactly,” he replied. “This sensation was triggered by visual inaccuracies, such as unusual landscape structures, incorrect eye colours or body structures. These, in turn, were caused by errors in the synchronization. There is a fail-safe for the synchronization errors, but due to the amount of data, it's just...well...a sticking plaster. It only just prevents them from suddenly being in a clinch with...Pu the bear!” Like him, I had to grin at his comparison, but I also remembered the technicians' explanation from back then. “Yes,” I said, “...they said at the time that it was a problem with the set-up of the system...that wiring would be necessary for a significantly higher data rate.” Robin nodded: “Yes, and they still believe that today. But the problem lies elsewhere...” He paused again, this time quite dramatically: “...and I know where, and I have a solution!” If that was true, he had really earned this break!

tanuno · Jun 2, 2025

[LmAnt] - Arrangements 19 to 22

And so it was that less than a week later, I was greeted by Ayerton Frost himself at his property, which he had labelled a “town-house”.

It was a neoclassicism show-piece that had once belonged to a notorious film star of the 1930s and was the subject of many wild stories.
Few of them were beautiful.

Frost couldn't have chosen anything more fitting as his domicile!

Making contact had been stunningly easy.

After five days of being briefed to the tips of my hair by Robin and Lucius - the former concentrating on the technical aspects and Lucius on the psychological and tactical - I had picked up the phone and rung Frost's local office.

After I had said my name and expressed my wish to speak to Ayerton Frost personally, it had taken less than ten minutes before I had him on the line.

The conversation had been brief.
Frost had apologized a thousand times that he didn't have time for a detailed conversation at the moment. However, he did express - quite credibly in my opinion - how pleased he was to receive my call.

I had just enough time to briefly outline the reason for my call.
Hints about my work for the OTIC, my interest in the further development of 'Project Evolution' and vague hints that I might have an idea that could be of interest to him.

And like nothing I had an invitation for the next day, a Friday, with the option of extending the “meeting” - as he called it - over the weekend, if desired.

It went so smoothly and quickly that I was almost out of breath.

So I packed; for a weekend.

I hired a car, and the next day - equipped with the best wishes of my two co-conspirators - drove up to Frost's estate at 3pm on the dot.

Frost was already waiting in the driveway and opened the door of my car to greet me.

“How nice to finally meet you in person, Hanna,” he said as I got out and took my outstretched hand in both of his.

It was indeed a strangely...cordial gesture. Just as jovial as the irritating warmth in his voice.

I had already noticed this during our phone call and had been suitably confused.

Neither of these things matched the image I had of him at all.

The outfit in which he met me, on the other hand, did.

It might have been appropriate for a somewhat insecure 13-year-old skater boy.
For the second-richest person in the world, especially at Frost's age and...stature, the outfit was ridiculously inappropriate.

“Can I call you Hanna?” he asked politely, smiling at my “Of course”.

“And you can call me Ayerton, or - even better - Toni, yes?” he then asked me, causing even more confusion.

Toni? Seriously?

But I didn't have time to think about it and just gave a polite
“I'd love to” without saying which version I would choose.

“Actually, I would prefer to address you by your real name,” he continued.

“What do you mean?” I wanted to know, and wondered when he was going to let go of my hand.

“Johanna!” he replied immediately.
“Such a beautiful name! It deserves to be pronounced properly!”

Oh my goodness!

“Oh,” I laughed softly and tried to keep up my smile.
“Only my parents actually still call me that,” I then explained.

He accepted this with a strangely glorified expression on his face: “So it's a privilege!”

Then he shook his head slightly, as if to dispel a thought, and finally let go of my hand.

“....But come on, Hanna, I'd like you to meet Sophia and Darius.”

And with that, he put a hand behind my back and led me strolling to the entrance of the grandiose building.

I could clearly feel Frost's insistent hand as he led me leisurely up the short path to the house, continuing to emphasize how excited he was about our meeting.

"It's going to be great," he said enthusiastically as his mitts moved towards my bum.

I mumbled something unintelligible that was supposed to sound like approval.

Of course, I was prepared for it to be awkward. I was just a little surprised that it happened so quickly.

"And this is Sophie and Darius," he finally introduced the couple waiting for us by the stairs.

A pretty girl, with an unreal perfect complexion and the body of an underwear model, dressed in a nothingness of a maid's uniform that must have come from a 12-year-old's wet dream.
And a serious-looking butler in a perfectly tailored suit.
You could tell he spent a lot of time looking after his impressive body too.

"The two of them will take care of everything during your stay here," Frost explained, without going into what this "everything" meant.

"But let's start our meeting with the traditional welcome ritual here," he continued.

"We call it Monégasque roulette!"

And he grinned broadly.

He took one of the four glasses, handed it to me and then took one for himself.

“After you made those references to your...difficulties with the OITC during our phone call, I took the liberty of doing some research.”

He moved a little closer as he said this and continued with a conspiratorial tone, but kept his strangely broad smile:

“You've had, I'm told, some rather...unsavoury experiences in connection with your work for the OITC.”

I could only guess what experiences he was referring to, and wondered if it was possible that he could know the details of my run-ins with the Pezaks.
To be on the safe side, I wouldn't rule it out.

“...and I would like to assure you that you have nothing to fear under my care that would even come close to that,” he finished his introduction and took a small sip from his glass.

“So please understand this...ritual as...a confidence-building measure...and as a little adventure!” he continued.

“You see four glasses here...it's Veuve Claqueur Rosé, by the way, as you prefer,” he continued smiling, this time with pride that he had found out my favourite type of champagne.

“There is a...substance in one of the jars. It's not dangerous, but it will make those of us who ingest it first...”
He paused for a moment. Probably to give me some time to guess what this substance would do.

“...into a will-less slave of the other!”
That was pretty close to my hunch.

“We will now take turns drinking from all the glasses until we have emptied them, until we have both drunk equally from all of them. But we'll leave one of the glasses untouched!” Once again, there was a short pause, this time obviously dramatic:

“Monégasque roulette!”
He smiled broadly again:

“What do you think of that?”

I didn't have time to think. If this was a trap, then I was already in it.
So I smiled as cheerfully as I could and raised my glass:
“That sounds...like an exciting little adventure!”

Then I took my first sip without losing contact with his eyes, which were watching me intently.

Nothing happened to me, except that Frost moved even closer until he was almost in touching distance with me.

“Marvellous!” He exclaimed. “I knew you couldn't resist such a challenge!”

Then he took my glass and gave me his, took a sip and waited until I had drunk from his.

We went back and forth like this until we had actually emptied all but one of the glasses. Always with short breaks, to give the mysterious substance some time to work.
In the end, we had both drunk more or less the same amount from each glass.

And still nothing happened. Neither with me, nor with him.
Either we, or at least I, had both been lucky... or I'd just been really screwed.

“Wonderful,” Frost said again, visibly satisfied.
“It looks like we'll both remain master and mistress of our senses!”

His hand, which hadn't let go of my bum the whole time, patted my buttock gently, and now he moved so close that his hip was touching mine.
His smile became a little more serious and less broad; his voice calmer:

“So we can get to work!”

Seduction had been part of the strategy I had devised with Robin and Lucius from the very beginning.
Frost's grabbing had made me realize that this part of the plan would come into play a little earlier than expected.

And so, during the strange “drinking game”, I had already started to make closer physical contact with him.
Not too intrusive and not too obvious.
Just a few little touches of his hand with the glass here and there.
A slightly more...open posture.
A little more closeness.

But now I took his “Let's get to work” as an opportunity to be a little more explicit.
I tensed my bum under his hand, and he responded immediately by gripping it tighter.
Then I turned towards him and closed the gap between us.
Thigh to thigh, hip to hip, belly to belly.

He acknowledged this with a smug smile, but before he could say anything, I beat him to it:
“Yes,” I said in the warmest voice available to me.
“Let's get on with it!”

tanuno · Jun 2, 2025

[LmAnt] - Arrangements 23 to 26

Frost seemed to be quite taken with my offensive.
He smiled a little wider again:
"Very good," he said, gently massaging my bum
"Why don't we go to the pool?" He then suggested and without waiting for an answer - what could I have against it? - he directed me in the right direction.

As we strolled past the house, he talked enthusiastically about the history of his home. Of the wild parties of the past, of its splendid - he really used that word - former residents.

"They knew how to party! How exciting it must have been to live in those days. That time of new beginnings!" he chatted enthusiastically, seeming so strangely relaxed and harmless that my alarm bells began to ring gently but audibly.

Nevertheless, with a muttered comment about the heat that afternoon, I undid the button of my jacket. I would not stop the attack I had started now.
And Frost commented:
"Let's go over there in the shade. It's nice there!"

The pool area was huge! With pools that were almost Olympic-sized. House-high hedges and ancient trees lined the area and bathed everything in a lovely mix of sunlight and shade.

"Over there," Frost instructed me, pointing to one of the many pool benches.
And the first thing I got rid of when we got there were my high heels!

I know they can be beneficial.
But I won't be a fan of this uncomfortable footwear again in this life!

"That's better," I sighed with a smile and sat down on the bench.

"Very nice," Frost returned with a detailed look at my half-exposed upper body.
"I have one more little thing to do, then I'll be right back with you. In the meantime, why don't you make yourself...comfortable?"

Again, he didn't wait for a reaction, smiled again briefly and set off.

And how I made myself comfortable!

I smiled, probably not just inwardly, as I recalled the results of our research while I removed my jacket.
I didn't know exactly how Robin had found it all out. And I didn't really want to know.

In any case, it was certain that Frost liked a few common and a few unusual things.

The funniest thing for me was "pasties"!

You know, those things that the dancers wear over their nipples when they're not allowed to go topless in a bar.

Frost was crazy about them.

So, for the first time in my life, I had stuck these things on and was glad that they had held despite the heat and despite the jacket rubbing against them the whole time.

They were in Frost's favourite colour, red, and had funny bobbles that bobbled happily when they were finally released.

And while I was at it, I also got rid of my trousers.

Underneath, I was wearing nothing more than a pair of dark red latex panties with a zip.
According to what Robin had researched, my host would already carry me on his hands for the rest of the day for this detail alone.

Thus equipped - if that is still an accurate description - I made myself comfortable on the bench and enjoyed the peaceful silence around me for a few minutes.

But only until I was confronted with the surprise of my life.

Frost was not alone when he returned.
He entered the veranda accompanied by a young woman.
Even at a distance, and even though I'm not much of a fan-girl, I immediately recognised who she was.

Neira Keithell. Without a doubt.
I froze for a moment.
Unable to process the sight in any intelligent way.
What in the Goddess name did that mean?

The two of them came closer.
At first, it looked like Frost was holding Neira's hand.
But that wasn't the case. He wasn't touching her, just...guiding her.

And I could see that she was completely calm and relaxed.

When they were halfway there, I finally managed to get rid of my lascivious pose and stood up from the bench.
In the blink of an eye, my smart outfit had turned into a manifesto of ridiculousness.

But at least I had the pasties on.
And at least Frost had got rid of his shirt.
I also realised now that he had done the same with his famously magnificent body hair!
Anyone who had access to the internet had been able to see the pictures. Of him riding a lion with his upper body bare!

But I didn't have time to think about it, because after a few moments the two of them were finally standing in front of me.

Neira, in all her impressive magical splendour, and Frost...
Frost looked changed.
He looked serious; had shed that repulsively winning grin.
He was no longer wearing sunglasses either, so for the first time I could get a proper look into his eyes.

I wasn't sure what I saw in them, though.
Sadness?

It was more than strange, and my alarm bells, which had been ringing quietly the whole time anyway, were now shrilling unmistakably.

But I didn't have time, because as soon as the two had reached me, Frost began to speak:

"May I introduce," he began, turning slightly towards his companion, "Neira Keithell. And I assume she needs no further introduction..."

Then he pointed slightly at me and explained:
"And this is Hanna Clothels, a potential future...partner."

"Nice to meet you," came from Neira in a tone so warm and friendly that a pleasant tingle crawled up my spine.
That, combined with the incredible intensity of her charisma, was more than enough to explain why half the world was crazy about her.

"Likewise," I managed to get out, and this time I was relieved that Frost didn't give me time to stammer any more.

"I assume that I've largely lived up to the image you've formed of me so far, Hanna," he addressed me directly.
"In any case, your... preparations indicate that your research has been thorough."

It was clear what he meant, of course, and I almost wished I had a photo of the face I was making at that moment.
It would probably be the quintessence of stupidity!

"And let me confess to you right now," Frost continued, "that this picture is, unfortunately, not entirely false."

Okay, now a photo would probably be even better: confused stupidity par excellence!

But luckily, Frost didn't give me the opportunity to ponder:

"And before we continue with our...discussion, I would like - assuming you agree - to invite Neira to join us. She still has a little time before her journey home, and I think she has a few important things to contribute to our meeting."

“He has what...?” Lucius was surprisingly emotional, and I heard Robin giggling softly in the background.

I was on my way back and, as promised, I had called them as soon as I had safely left Frost's estate to tell them about my encounter with him and to reassure them that I was safe.

My state of mind was a wild mix of relief, agitation, drive, irritation, suspicion, hope and exhaustion, and I tried to concentrate on the experience, the phone call, and the Friday evening traffic all at the same time.

“Lucius,” I began my answer with a sigh, “it won't change if I repeat it. And I know for a fact that you took in every syllable the first time and memorised it for the rest of your life....
But because it's you....”

I sighed again, and I heard Robin giggle softly again.
The hands-free kit in this car really was impressively bright!

“So,” I began my repetition, “he wants me to work for him. So far, so unsurprising. He's confessed to me that he's a bad person and ... quote: has done bad things.”

“Yeah, state the obvious,” Robin interrupted me and was immediately reprimanded by Lucius.

I continued:

“He says he recognised in me the person who could make him a better person. And no, he couldn't tell me why! It's just the way it is. And it was an unshakeable truth for him. And he said, and I quote again: I adore you Johanna! He used my full name! And then he said that nothing would change that, no matter what I decided.”

“And Neira Keithell was there? Are you sure it was her, Miss Hanna?”
Lucius wanted to know again.

“Yes, she was there and yes, I'm sure of it. And yes, she left Frost's estate an hour before me, accompanied by her agent. And no, I didn't ask to see any identification, Lucius! It was her!”

“Did you get the programme up,” Robin now intervened.

“No, I didn't. There was neither the opportunity nor the acute necessity. Frost offered me full control over 'Project Evolution' and also far-reaching influence over his other activities if I took him up on his offer.”

I sighed and cursed quietly at another driver who had ignored my right of way.

“And you're obviously thinking about accepting it,” Lucius sighed for his part now, and continued after a short pause:
“And I was hoping you might consider my offer!”

I instinctively stepped off the gas a little at this last remark.

“What do you mean by that, Lucius?” I wanted to know.

He cleared his throat quietly, as he always did when he was a little embarrassed:
“Well,” he then said, “I was hoping you might consider working with me and Robin in the future.”

I let that sink in for a moment before I could say anything in response.

“I guess there's no end to the surprises today,” I said soothingly.
“But I only have about 15 minutes left to drive. Why don't we discuss this and all the other details when I'm... at home?”

I could hear Lucius' smile as he replied:

“Yes, Miss Hanna, first you come home.”

THE END???

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tanuno · Jun 3, 2025

[berseh]

Zack is Back 64

[berseh]

Zack is Back 63

This can't go on. Too much police around.
Just too much.
Man, slipping the envelope in their mailbox was so fucking hot!
It was plenty night but all the lights on: Nobody sleeps out there!.. FBI, everything!
They'll end up finding the cabin, and then finito the millions.
Bye bye the cash!
No way I let this happen.
No way. Chance of a lifetime they say on TV.
Got to limit the risks.
Fucking luck I remembered to print another photo of the sluts, without my fingerprints!
Not something Zack woulda thought of, right?
Can't go back anyway.
Two millions for the blond cunt? This moron is too cheap. Thinks too short. Same for the cop: Hundred grands only?
Come on, of course I changed the demand!
Fucking Zack.. Sorry man but you're waste.

tanuno · Jun 3, 2025

[berseh]

Zack is Back 63
The sun had risen. I was exhausted, the night had been cold, the restraints had hurt. My body felt even filthier than the evening before. But most of all.. Today was the day of all fears. Of all dangers. It was now or never. Zack was already drinking. He had led me outside to relieve my bladder. At this point I didn't even care that he watched me like a thirsty dog.
"Zack.. Zack, you're not completely stupid. You know you can't trust him!"
His gaze first said he didn't get it. Then it reached.
"What's that? What ya's sayin'? Alaways thinkin' you're so bright? Coz you're a fuckin' Eupo-European bitch, fuckin' actress ya know better? You know shit! You know shit this ain't fucking Hollywood!"
I had no other options. I had to persuade him or at least, sow doubt. But I could see the anger rising.
He didn't want to hear this.
And I had to make him.
"Zack, I'm saying Sam has no interest keeping us alive. He'll kill us!"
"Look at your mouth cunt! Spitting shitload and all. Of course he won't kill you! You're a fucking bagload of cash blondie!"
"It's not just her and me he's going to kill, can't you understand? Why would he share? You're back in jail the first day you spend money! He'll keep it all!"
"Aww, shut up! Shut the fuck up if you know what's.. Sam isn't... Sam isn't! Sam's my buddy!"
Your buddy? Sam, your buddy? Do you really believe the things you say? He's not your buddy! He'll walk over your corpse for ten dollars!"
"Don't piss me off! Don't fucking piss me off slut or I'll make you fucking drink it!"

tanuno · Jun 3, 2025

[berseh]

Zack is Back 64
So that's it?
Zack is resurfacing at last?
Trying to make money, then what? Flee to Mexico? Argentina?
Thank god all those jailmeats are so dumb and predictable.
The good news, and it's excellent news actually, is that officer Perez is alive!
She's alive!
Must call husband Miguel: Him and the kids will be so relieved, it's been hell for them.
And berseh, of course.
And both are naked.
No, this I won't tell Rosa's hubby. I can imagine what the brute is doing to them.
The message from this picture is actually clear.
It's even surprisingly subtle, something I never suspected from this cretin.
Hmm.. What they say about jail and personal redemption. At least he's learned how to write: Not a fault, who would have believed it?
Now.. Three millions and a half. Hmm. Why not, but then why not four millions?
Big mistake though.
Slipping the demand in our mailbox means one thing first of all: He's still around.
He's still within reach!
Him, and his captives.
Ohhh berseh. berseh..
It's been three years, berseh.

tanuno · Jun 3, 2025

[berseh]

Zack is Back 65
"Now you really piss me off, you fucking slut!"
"Z-Zack you-"
"Shut up! Enough! Enough with Sam, ya hear?"
"But, Zack, I-"
" You think I don't see what you tryin' to do? Trying to mess my mind?
When I tell you to fucking shut your fucking clap you gotta stop! Gotta do what I say! Take that!"
"Ayeee! Please Zack, ahh! Please don't!"
"You started it bitch! On the floor! On the floor like the fuckin' whore you are!"
"Ahh! Listen to me! No! Zack! Zack, ahhh! Please no, please don't hit me!"
"Time to teach you a lesson. Teach you what you are! Stop your fucking games! Sam's okay, ya hear? And you gonna learn! Right now!"
"Please.. Zack! What are you-? Listen to m-Aahh!"

tanuno · Jun 3, 2025

[berseh]

Zack is Back 66

SWISH!
"Please Zack! Stop! Stop! Ahhh!"
SWISH! Swish!
Kicking me hard had not been enough. He seized a rope and began to whip me with ferocity!
The pain was atrocious.
I desperately crawled on the floor, begging, trying to cover my face.
The rope was stinging cruelly, a mix of hits and whips.
"I beg you! I beg you Zack, ohh, stop! "
Swish!
"Zack! Zack! Mercy!" I panicked.
"Nah, I've had it! You fucking cunt! Need ta know yer fucking place!"
I found myself frantically grovelling on the gross wooden floor, but the demon chased me. Lash after lash aimed at my thighs,, my stomach, my butt. I tried to protect my breasts but he often landed there, and the pain was like I was cut in two.
"Take that, blondie! I won you, I fucking own ya!
SWISH!
I was crying, mumbling, pleading but he continued, his eyes in flame, his mouth drooling. All along he kept kicking me with his feet.
Swish!
Now I was screaming like a beast, terrified, incoherent.
"Told ya you was gonna do it! Time piggy sees what a fucking filthy slut you are! You're gonna lick my ass like I promised!
SWISH!

[berseh] Zack is Back 67
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tanuno · Jun 3, 2025

[Bazzell]

Gimpi-102 Gimpi Meets Jack's Ex

[Bazzell]

Gimpi-101 Gimpi Meets Jack's Ex

What unfolded then felt as though it would break Gimpi’s poor heart into pieces. She would not survive the torture they had planned for her. Her world spun before her eyes. The sickening feeling of jealousy and rage was swept away by a tsunami of grief, a volcanic eruption of mental anguish, the likes of which she had never felt before.

tanuno · Jun 3, 2025

[Bazzell]

Gimpi-103 Gimpi Meets Jack's Ex
Gimpi’s lover, her sweet boy, her lovely man, was fucking this horrible amazon in front of her. And worse, he was pumping her bottom hole! - A thing she had always believed he had only ever done with her! This was the most cruel of tortures. If he wanted to hurt her, this was the most sensitive place he could possibly inflict his Sadism. Gimpi’s tears began to flow like rivers down her cheeks as the blonde witch stared back at her, with her gloating grin, only fading occasionally as her master made a deeper thrust into her bum.