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“The virus is a masterpiece of coding,” Georgy explained, his voice thick with pride. “Once deployed, it will give us complete control over Selecta’s power distribution systems. We can cause blackouts, surge electricity to sensitive equipment, even overload entire grids if we choose.”

Beaumont let out a low whistle of appreciation. “Impressive. And the timeline?”

“We’re prepared to launch within a fortnight,” Georgy replied. “My team is just waiting for final confirmation from our inside man at Selecta’s Paris headquarters.”

I felt my heart race at this revelation. A fortnight. Two weeks. They planned to unleash this chaos in just two weeks. The urgency of my mission, of getting this information to the right people, pressed down on me even more heavily than the crystal glasses on my back.

“Excellent,” Beaumont purred. “Though I must admit, I’m a bit concerned about potential… complications.”

“Such as?” Georgy’s tone had grown wary.

Beaumont sighed. “Well, my Nordic allies might not approve of such a direct attack on Selecta. They have their own interests to protect, after all.”

I struggled to keep my breathing even, shocked by Beaumont’s casual mention of his connection to the Sons of Odin. Had he forgotten where I had come from? Or was this some sort of test?

“Bah,” Georgy scoffed. “Any interested friends need to understand that the world is changing.Groupe Synergistiqueshould go its own way now, just as we’re doing to your east. You can’t be held back by old alliances and outdated codes of honor.”

“Perhaps you’re right,” Beaumont mused. “Still, we should be cautious. These friends… well, I wouldn’t want them as enemies.”

As they continued to discuss the potential ramifications of their plan, I found myself marveling at how easily I could retain every detail. My training, such as it was, seemed to have unlocked some hidden potential in my mind, allowing me to process and store information with perfect clarity.

I also realized, with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, that the intelligence I had just gathered held immense value—not just to the Pretorian Guard, who as an affiliate of Selecta would be eager to thwart Beaumont and Georgy’s schemes, but also to the Sons of Odin.

I felt my brow crease into a puzzled frown as I remembered the matter Camille and I were supposed to be investigating. I had no idea whether this virus had anything to do with what the Guard was doing in the Arctic. I suddenly wished, perversely, that these cruel men would fuck me again—on the chance that it might send me back to Yggdrasil, where I could learn something more, something that made everything clearer. On the other hand, however it all interrelated—or didn’t—my true masters would surely want to know about this betrayal, about Beaumont’s willingness to go against their interests for his own gain.

Georgy picked his champagne flute up from my back. The sensation, a reminder of the complete abjection they had forced on me by using me as a piece of furniture, made my hips jerk with a pang of involuntary arousal. I felt Beaumont’s flute wobble, and I let out a little whimper of fear.

Beaumont lifted his own glass, chuckling.

“Careful, slut,” he said. “You’ll have the cane across that sweet bottom if you cause a spill. Georgy, would you oblige me and spank her a few times to help her remember?”

“With pleasure,” the Russian replied.

CHAPTER30

Mary

When they finally sent me from the study I let out a little whimper at every step. My bottom, reflected in the big mirror in the hall, blazed like the sun. My pussy and anus sent surges of eye-watering discomfort flooding through my nervous system. As soon as the door closed behind me, I reached back to hold my punished cheeks, trying to soothe the agony Georgy’s huge hand had left there.

“I won’t tell Monsieur you’re rubbing your backside,” Jean said, stepping out of the shadows. “But you should know you’re not allowed to do that without permission, after a spanking. If Monsieur catches you, he’ll give you the cane.”

I pulled my hands away and put them in front of me defensively. I backed away a step down the hall as Jean advanced, his tall frame looming over me, clad in the dark suit all the bodyguards wore.

I lowered my gaze, trying to appear properly submissive as Jean approached. My heart raced as I realized this could be my chance to raise the Guard mole’s interest in the intelligence he could gather from me, given the opportunity. But I had to be careful. I couldn’t let on that I knew Jean’s true identity.

“Thank you, sir,” I murmured, keeping my eyes downcast. “I’ll remember not to touch myself after punishment.”

Jean nodded, his expression unreadable. “Good girl. Now, tell me, did you hear anything interesting while you were serving Monsieur Beaumont and his guest?”

I felt a flutter of panic in my chest. This was it—the moment of truth. I had to play this exactly right.

“I… I’m not sure, sir,” I stammered, trying to sound confused and overwhelmed. “They talked about a lot of things I didn’t understand. I was so focused on pleasing them, I couldn’t really follow the conversation.”

I risked a glance up at Jean’s face, seeing a flicker of disappointment cross his features. He didn’t believe me. Good. That meant he would keep pressing for information.

“That’s a good girl, Mary,” Jean said, his voice taking on a gentler tone. “A good little whore doesn’t pay attention to her master’s private conversations.”

I bit my lip, as if struggling to figure out how I should speak and act in his presence. “Thank you, sir,” I murmured. “I try to be a good girl even though it’s hard.” I lowered my eyes and clasped my hands in front of me. “It’s… they took me away from… everything. And, you know… Monsieur makes us… do… those things.”

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