Chlll them out.

Calvo tapped at the Comcon's control screen. It was a fairly standard interface, designed for ease and clarity of use and it was simple enough to achieve the few steps he needed.

First, contract the radius, to leave their uniforms and equipment outside.

Second, 'harden' the **** dome, so that the guardswomen could not simply walk out.

Third, have the system reduce the temperature just above freezing and **** a draft through the dome.

He'd had first-hand experience of how useless hypothermia could make a person when he was captured. They hadn't even had to stun him. They disabled the heat, waited until he was helpless, and walked in, laughing.

And now it was time for turnabout.

The dome flickered slightly as it contracted. The guards' folded uniforms and most of their equipment were now on Calvo's side of the **** dome.

The redhaired guard captain glanced around at the flicker. Before she could look more closely, she was distracted by two of her guards. The slim, haughty looking black guardswoman had pulled down the shorts of a petite Oriental guardswoman and was giving her a flurry of brisk spanks. She wriggled, trying to escape.

Two tall, taut, white-bleached twin guardswomen, or more likely clones, pointed. Their shoulders shook with laughter. One of them ran into the shallows and rescued the petite guardswoman, then peeled down her own bikini bottoms and offered herself. The black guardswoman laid into her nude buttocks with several open-handed smacks, and the tall, pale guard didn't flinch, though her breasts jiggled slightly with the spanks. She straightened and turned round, tilting her head toward the black guardswoman, who put her hands on her hips. The other white-pale clone sister stepped up, and between the two of them, convinced the black guardswoman to take her turn. One twin peeled the black guardswoman's suit down to expose her breasts and secured her with an armlock. She alternated sharp pinches on the black guardswoman's nipples. Her sister spanked the woman's butt, left fully exposed by the skinny back strap of her skin-tight suit.

Calvo watched the guards' rough play. A twinge of envy ran through him, watching them have fun. He couldn't afford to delay longer. He keyed the next command into the Comcon. The dome hardened, subtly changing in visibility.

The guard captain stood up and looked around. She called out something and the other guards quit their horseplay and looked to her.

The dome rippled visibly as Calvo's last command took effect. The chill breeze he called for spun ribbons of mist into the interior of the dome.

The guardswomen paused in confusion, looking up at the dome and out in all directions.

The guard captain looked straight toward Calvo's position and leveled a weapon. The whining beam was diffused by the dome, but caught Calvo in the shoulder and the side of his head.

White sparks of pain exploded in his body, and he fell limp to the ground. While the charge was not enough to knock him out, it left him feeble and barely capable of movement. He lay there, quivering as the aftershocks washed over his body.

When he could finally co-ordinate his muscles, he cautiously looked up and around.