Mark stared at the house, looking for any sign of motion.  The house was quiet.  Mark smiled.  He climbed from his car and crept slowly to the front of the house.  He pulled a pistol from the waistband of his jeans.  He kept the pistol held before him as he followed behind it.  He walked along the edge of the house.  He passed the front door and made his way into the back yard.  Checking the windows he grinned at his luck; one of the windows was unlocked.  He would catch her unaware.

    He slid the window open and inched into the house.

    As his feet hit the floor he heard a click, the unmistakable sound of a gun.  "Don't move, Mark," Collette said, "or I will kill you."

    Mark's mouth fell open in disbelief.  How did she know he was coming? 

   "Turn around, slowly.  You know what I am capable of." 

    It was not a question, but he answered anyway, "yes."  He slowly spun around.  He pondered if he should attempt to shoot her but opted against it; she would be prepared.  He would bide his time and search for an opportunity to attack her when her guard was down.

    "Drop the gun," Collette commanded with a calm voice.

    Mark bent forward and gently set the pistol on the ground. 

    "Very good," Collette breathed.  "Now, what am I going to do with you?  You are persistent, I'll give you that."

    "How?"

    Collette knew what he was asking, how did she know he was coming?  She would keep her secrets, "I have my ways," she said simply.  "But, the question remains.  What am I going to do with you?"

    Mark stood stoically, knowing that she would not accept his answer anyway.  His mouth was locked into a tight frown and his eyes glared with hatred.  He watched Collette as she watched him, her gun aimed squarely at her chest.

    Finally, "strip."

    "What?"

    "Strip.  I find a naked man is much less likely to go running through a suburban subdivision.  Now strip."

    A sense of deja-vu washed over Mark and his head began to swim.  Slowly, as if in a dream, he removed his clothes until once again he was standing naked before Collette.  As before he faced her naked with a gun pointing at his head. 

    "On the bed."

    Mark obeyed.

    Collette used Graham's chains and a well poised pistol to chain Mark to the bed.  She was satisfied with her actions and she set the gun aside.  Collette sat at the foot of the bed and stared at Mark, lying naked and bound and helpless.  "What were you hoping to accomplish here today?" Collette queried.

    Mark said nothing.

    Collette reached up and deftly plucked a pubic hair from Mark's crotch.

    Mark winced.

    "What were you hoping for?"

    Silence.

    Collette plucked two pubic hairs from Mark's helpless crotch.

    He winced and twisted in his bonds.

    Collette raised an eyebrow and asked again, "what were you hoping to do?"

    Stoically, Mark said nothing.  He simply looked at Collette with hatred in his eyes.

    Collette reached up and plucked four more pubic hairs from their perch.  "You see how this is going, right?"

    "Yes," the pain in his crotch had loosened his tongue just a bit.

    "Good," Collette said, "now, what were you hoping for?" She knew, thanks to Carlos that he was here for vengeance, but she wanted to hear him say it; to hear him admit with his own words what he wanted to do. 

    "I wanted," he paused, swallowed, coughed once, and then continued, "I wanted you to be raped as I was."

    "That wasn't so hard, now was it, Mark."  Collette giggled as he glared at her.  "It won't happen, of course, but it was oh, so easy to say."  She reached up and plucked another pubic hair from Mark's crotch.  "So much hatred in your eyes, Mark.  That can't be healthy."  She was toying with him, enjoying the tautness of his limbs as he pulled against the chains that held him immobile.  "But it seems to me we were here once before.  What am I going to do with you? Haven't I asked you that before?"

    Mark spat at her.

    Collettefelt her fury rise but choked it back.  He was striking out the only way he could; unwise but understandable.  "Very well," she said.  "You want to make this difficult.  Foolish man."  Collette stood up and said, "be right back.  I'd be worried if I was you."

    Mark twisted in his bonds impotently. 

    Collette climbed the stairs and grabbed an empty glass.  She made her way to the laundry room and filled the cup with bleach.  With the cup full she waited five minutes for Mark's imagination to run and then carried the glass back to Mark's side. 

    Mark eyed the glass suspiciously.

    "This is bleach," Collette said.  "Tell me what I want to hear, or I will blind you."  She knew that the fear of losing one's sight was a powerful motivator.  "If you think I am bluffing, remember this. I don't bluff.  Kilandra thought I did and it cost her.  Now, what did you hope to accomplish by coming here?"

    Hehad seen the video tape of Collette inside Kilandra's home and he believed that she did indeed not bluff.  "Vengeance," he said.  "I was going to do to you what was done to me. I was going to have you raped; was going to force my cock in your ass and fuck you until blood poured from your ass.  Then I was going to whore you out, charge three dollars a pop to anybody who would pay."

    Collette could hear the hatred in his voice. 

    "How did you know I was coming?"

    "I have my ways," she said cryptically.  "But I think I know what I will do with you now.  Don't go away."  Collette left Mark's side and returned a few moments later with a phone in her hand. 

    Mark eyed her curiously.

    "I have friends in this city, Mark," Collette began, "many friends.  It was my friends that informed me of your arrival and if I do not get the information from you that I want...." she let the words hang in the air as she dialed the phone.

    "Hi," Collette said into the receiver.  "I have a new whore for you.  He's a little old, but he can take just about any sized cock in his ass.  More importantly , he hates it.  He will fight against the bonds that will hold him.  All your clients with rape fantasies will finally have an outlet for those fantasies.  He's tall, about..."

    "Stop."

    "... hold on."  Collette pulled the phone away from her mouth and asked, "yes, Mark?"

    "I'll answer your questions."  His voice was timid as he continued, "please, don't."

    Collette returned her attention back to the phone, "I'll call you back."   She hung up the phone. 

    "That was a wise decision, Mark.  I don't bluff, you would have been whored out as you had envisioned for me.  Now, if you hesitate with any question I will turn you into a bound, male whore.  Understood?"

    "Yes."

    "Good.  Now, why did Kilandra want me here?"  She had asked him that question before.

    He shook his head.  "I don't know," he said, his voice trembling, his eyes locked on the phone sitting silently on its cradle.  "I really don't know."

    She believed him.  The phone rang just as she was about to ask another question.  "Hello?" she asked, picking up the phone.

    "Is everything okay?" Graham asked.

    "Yes, everything is fine."

    "Safe enough for me to come home?"  It seemed weird for him to ask to return to his own home. 

    "Yes."

    Graham exhaled happily, "great.  I'll be there in forty-five minutes or so."

    "See you then.  And, Graham?"

    "Yes?"

    "Thank you."   There was nothing more to say.

    Graham smiled.  "See you shortly."  Graham hung up the phone and Collette followed suit.

    "You have a choice," Collette said.  "Twice you have hunted me, so obviously I can not just release you.  I have a lot more questions I want to ask you and I won't decide what to do with you until I am done.  Now, the owner of this house is on his way back home and I am not ready to reveal you to him. So, I can tie you up, gag you and lock you in a closet and you will promise not to make any noise, or I can kill you."  Her voice was hard.

    He looked incredulous.

    "If you think I am worried about Graham finding out about you, you are wrong.  He has given me his home for the last few hours without question, so I could easily explain you away.  Now, what will it be."

    "Some choice.  You know which I'd take."

    "I figured."  With that Collette left the room to make her preparations. 

    Collette returned ten minutes later with some a pair of handcuffs, some chain and three combination locks.  She methodically unbound Mark, ensuring that he had no leverage to attack her with.  She cuffed his hands behind his back and then unbound his feet.  She had him stand and then looped the chain around his throat, padlocking it there; tight, but not enough to choke.  She ran the free end down his back and locked it to his bound hands behind him.

    Collette led him to the closet, "get in."

    He obeyed.

    "On your knees."  He dropped down and then Collette commanded, "lay down."  She guided him with her hands, using her arms to brace his fall.  She took the second piece of chain and made a figure eight around his ankles and locked it in place.  She then snaked the free end of the second chain and locked it to the first chain, hogtieing him in place with the chain.

    Collette spun around and fetched a towel.  Returning to Mark she said, "open wide."

    As before, he obeyed.  He was beyond fighting; a slave to Collette's desires.  It was not a willing slavery but a slave none-the-less.  His life depended on it.  He did not want to be turned into a toy for decadent men and would obey any command Collette gave him to guarantee that that did not happen. 

    Collette tied the towel around his head, gagging him with the thick cloth.  "Now," she said.  "If you make so much as a sound before I am willing to reveal you to Graham, if I opt to at all, I will guarantee you never stand again, that you spend the rest of your life as a whore to well-hung and kinky men.  Nod if you understand."

    Mark nodded.

    "Very well.  Only you can make your future easy, Mark.  Remember that."

    With that, she shut him away to wait for Graham.

* * * * *

    Grahamarrived home and greeted Collette with a kiss.  "Are you okay?" he queried.

    "Very," she smiled at him.  "Thank you for the use of your house."

    "You are welcome," he said, sounding like he genuinely did not mind releasing his home with no questions asked to Collette.  "I'm tired," he concluded.  "Bed time?"

   "Not just yet," Collette said.  "I have had a few minutes to think about this evening as you were driving home.  I've decided to tell you why I needed your house.  Please, sit down."

    Graham sat.

    Collette had decided to reveal her occupation and the fact that Mark was bound in his closet.  Revealing these few secrets seemed smarter to her than to allow him to discover Mark on his own.

    "To beginwith, I suppose I should tell you what I do for a living."  It was time to drop the hammer.  "I am a secret agent.  A spy.  And I am very, very good at what I do."

    Graham's mouth fell open in shock.  He was amazed by what he was hearing; she was a spy?  Was it possible?  He trusted her and he knew that she was telling the truth, that it had to be the truth.  "Go on," he said, his voice small.

    She smiled at him, "tonight I had reported to me that a man that had attempted to kill me was coming back for some sort of revenge.  I did not want to risk your life and so I had you leave until I had the situation under control.  This man, Mark is his name, is chained up in your closet, gagged with a towel.  I have not decided what to do with him yet, but I will in time."

    "A spy?" he asked.

    "Yes."

    Graham shook his head.  "How long have you been doing this?"

    "A long time."  Since before Harold died, she thought but did not reveal.  "And I am very good at what I do."

   "Have you killed anybody?" The word 'killed' was said with reverence.

    "Too many to count," Collette admitted.  "Without hesitation.  It was them or me and I value me more than them."  Her voice was solemn. 

    "So it was your job that brought you to Chicago?"

    "Yes.  Mark, the guy bound downstairs started the whole ball rolling.  He broke into my home and I captured him.  Sent him away, but it was his employer that brought him back.  She had hired him to kill me, knowing that he would fail.  She wanted me for something, and quite honestly, I have not yet figured out why. Mark will help me figure out why."

    "You could ask his employer?" Graham said hopefully.

    Collette laughed, not heartily, but it was a laugh. Shaking her head she said, "she's dead."

    "Did..."his voice faded.

    "Yes.  I killed her.  She challenged me and she lost."  Collette stopped.  She looked at Graham.  His face was ashen; he had taken in too much.  "We'll talk about this later.  Let me show you Mark."

    Graham nodded and Collette led him downstairs.  He was overwhelmed, his eyes glazed over.  He could not fathom the truth Collette had revealed to him.  She was a spy and she has killed other people as she performed her job.  A spy?  

    Collette stopped and opened the closet door.  Mark lay chained and unmoving on the cold tile.  "Graham," she said.  "This is Mark."  Mark's eyes were wide with shock and his wrists were red and irritated by the cuffs affixed to them.

    Graham fell silently to the floor.

    "Areyou okay?" Collette asked with concern as she helped him to his feet. 

    Graham was breathing fast, his breath coming in short, rapid bursts.  His knees were rubbery and weak.  He coughed once, bringing his hand to his mouth involuntarily.  He wobbled to the bed and fell onto it.  "Too much," was all he said.

    Collette nodded.  "Wait here." She darted up the stairs and fetched a glass of water for Graham.  She delivered it to him and said, "drink this."

    Graham obeyed without thinking.  He drank the cup in one long gulp.  A fit of coughing followed, the glass falling to the bed.  When the coughing subsided Graham shook his head, "I... I... I don't know what to say.  It's true, isn't it.  All that you've told me?"  He glanced into the closet and at the bound man lying there.

    Collette nodded.  "Yes."

    He shook his head.  He started to say something, opened his mouth to say what he was thinking.  You know I am going to worry about you, now, the thought came unbridled into his head.  He bit it back.  If she was a spy, having a liability would not be good and what if his worrying for her hindered her actions later.  No, he reasoned, it was better to bite his tongue.  Instead, he asked, "What are you going to do about him?"

   Collette exhaled, "I guess that depends on you?"

    "Me?" he asked, quizzically.

    "I want to keep him.  Keep him as my slave.  It will take some doing, to train him, but I know I can do it.  The problem comes in when I have to travel for my job. I can't trust him, but I can trust you.  I will keep him if I can have your help for the time that I am not around."

    "You'd be around a lot?"  He voice was tinged with excitement.

    Collette nodded.

    "I'll help!"

    Collettebeamed.  She was not surprised by his answer, but was happy for it none the less.  "That is good to hear." 

    From the closet, Mark moaned.  He had heard the conversation and had replied involuntarily.  Collette wondered if it was a good moan or a bad moan and the decided that she didn't really care.  His opinion on the matter did not concern her. 

    Collette climbed to her feet and smiled down at Graham.  "Don't move," she purred.  Graham watched as she slowly slipped her tan pants down her legs.  Her cotton panties followed suit.  She jumped onto the bed and straddled Graham as he lay on the bed.  She inched forward, sliding up his body until her pussy was inches from her face. 

    Graham stared up at her.  Looking into her face as she looked down at him. 

    Collette smiled and then lifted herself up onto her knees.  "Ready?"

    "Yes."

    "Good.  So am I."

    Colletteinched forward and lowered her pussy onto Graham's face.  Graham pleasured her with his tongue and she came quickly, thrusting against his face with abandon.  She screamed in delight and rolled over, breathing heavily.   "Thank you."

    Graham giggled, "for the orgasm.  You're welcome."

    "No," Collette exhaled, "for helping me."

    Softly, Graham repeated, "you're welcome." 

    "Now," Collette said.  "Let's see to our guest."