. . .There's Hunting To Do!

My car slides out of my garage and into the night, and later it shifts into a sleeker vehicle, before disappearing from sight, inside I started to prep, and check my equipment as Seventeen took the car off the ground and swung the car towards the city, keeping low, we went into the city using the underside of a bypass that bridged a poorer suburb, when we reached the concrete jungle itself, we pulled the nose up and Seventeen hugged buildings and followed a map he had extrapolated and plotted from his time helping the computers, so even though we were invisible to the naked eye we wouldn't be recorded as so much as a ripple on any recording in the city.

The car ducked and weaved smoothly, until it snapped round, and settled on a roof.

"We're here, Mistress."

"Good, Seventeen, you know the plan, you have 11 minutes, I trust you, GO!"

He stepped out and over to a vent that led to the lift shaft, tugged it off and jumped in, I grabbed a bag and started my job, of rappelling down to the level, Seventeen had gone to neutralize security, and allow us extraction.

I attached 4 cables to my harness, I only needed one, the rest were backups, I stood on the edge of the building with everything ready, and took out a small drone, and dropped it, I could see everything and control it through my implants, I double checked where I was and found his apartment.

One window had the lounge/entrance to his home, and further down Titus himself was enjoying his latest acquisition I moved the drone back so I could see the entrance, as well as what was happening, he wasn't wining and dining at all, this was rough, he was screwing her face, but I couldn't make out much more than that, other than the fact he had a rather basic sex dungeon, for his purposes.

Suddenly there was movement, the door opened, and a dark shape moved from the light of the hallway into the dark entrance of the lounge, Seventeen appeared at the window with 4 minutes left, he pulled out some boxes and put them around the window, and I got a go signal as he activated them, I jumped the cord was let out as I dropped, and the decent slowed as I neared my target, and a wide plate glass window suddenly hinged outwards like a door, Seventeen's hand appeared and I grabbed it and pulled myself in and we closed the window, listening for sounds of alert . . . nothing but a rhythmic squelching and gagging sound.

We moved together silently, into the room, I shot Titus with a dart before he could react, he responded by dropping to the floor in a heap. I calmed Lisa down, while Seventeen collared and bagged Titus. I gave her a phone untied her hands and told her what to do, she nodded and I went to find Seventeen pushing a Titus shaped sack out of the window, and the cord attached to it zipped it up to the car.

"Lisa is primed, and knows what to do."

"Good, I'll see you later Mistress."

I grabbed the hooks, clipped myself on and zipped up to the car, then secured the vent, and prepped for lift off.

Seventeen had a simple job, he removed evidence, collected our equipment, and sat waiting for a few seconds, then his chronometer flashed into view, with an alarm that only alerted him, he put his head into the room where Lisa was, and said: "GO!"

She started counting, as he assumed the ragged form of Titus, and swaggered out of the door, putting on a show for the cameras, of a drunk, suicidal, Titus.

He swaggered down the hall, bottle in hand, hit the lift call button, waited for a few seconds, and then went for the stairs.

The time limit was for the camera freeze, so they didn't see Seventeen enter, all they saw was Titus, leave, and take the stairs in drunken impatience, and wander off outside. If the cops did enough digging they would see him go to a nearby bridge and blow his own brains out, then fall into the murky blackness below.

What actually happened was Seventeen used the suit to make it look like Titus had blown his brains out, by that time the car was waiting below, and had followed directly above so GPS would be fooled too, and I triggered the gun illusion going off to coincide with the flashing of the real Titus's implants, he dropped off the grid at the exact point the gun went off, and his body dropped into the river, "case closed" is what any cop would say, no need to waste hours of an already stretched department, to look for a body of a clear cut and dry suicide, when it'd wash up later on anyway.

Thus, Titus disappeared.

Sure enough, police received a call from a distraught woman, traced it found Lisa, helped her, and checked out her story, of: caught and ****, he got drunk and left, I got a hand free and reached a phone he dropped.

Two days later it was on all the news feeds, and exactly how we wanted!

I got my reward that night.

We slid Titus into a chamber that would prep him, by removing and replacing implants, shaving, cleaning, and would also feed him intravenous nutrients, and keep him sedated. I turned to Seventeen smiled, and said:

"Strip, quickly!"

Seventeen obeyed, I got changed into my Dom outfit, and he was wearing nothing but his cage and collar.

I got him to lay out on a bench, and chained him down, slid a butt plug into him, and watched as it shifted, inflating inside him. The plug began to buzz and stimulate him, the cage transformed and put a ring around the head of his cock and started to stretch his hardening member. I walked round and threw a leg over his head, and his warm, strong tongue started to probe my moist sex lips, he started low, then moved up, teasing his way towards my clit, and when he finally arrived there my world lit up with pleasure. I watched as pre-cum started to leak from the tip of his cock. The orgasm grew and grew, I had a violent, shuddering orgasm and dropped forwards onto him, and my implants registered "orgasm mode".

When orgasm mode kicked in Seventeen got control of his restraints and instructed them to release him, and the plug deflated he lifted me off of him and carried me to bed, he was a strong, slender 6'2 (1.88) I was a slim, athletic 5'4 (1.62m) when on equal footing I came up to his shoulder, and he could easily lift me with barely any effort, so his gentle attention was pleasant. He stripped me tenderly, removing everything, kissing and rubbing any redness he found, before sliding a nightdress over my head. At that point, everything faded, the long day, the excitement of the hunt, and the release of the orgasm, all drained me into unconsciousness, and I slipped into the warm blackness.