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The full Network and Femnonymous story is listed on my index page.
A trail of dismantled cameras led the way through the brush to the jetty where they had originally arrived on the island. Martin had clearly done his homework and prepared accordingly, and Angela would have been impressed were she not absolutely set on foiling their escape plan. Every now and then, the beam of a highly powered flashlight would cut through the darkness near them and the remaining three producers would fall into a state of hushed stillness. Angela knew she could yell and wave her arms whenever she liked, and they would be found immediately, but she couldn't guarantee how that would play out next. What if Femnonymous just continued the contest after recapturing them? She couldn't risk both Martin and Celia knowing she had betrayed them. Surely as their mole, Femnonymous were rooting for her to win, but they wouldn't undermine their entire operation to protect her.
“Hurry up!” The naked form of Celia hissed noticing Angela studying the latest of the unhooked cameras a little too hard. Angela scowled – Celia giving her orders back in their old lives had been bad enough, and now on the island it was somehow even more grating. Martin, the eternal professional, put a finger to his lips and beckoned for both women to keep going. Angela fell in beside him as they continued through the dark jungle.
“So...” Angela tried to sound casual as if she weren't playing double agent as part of a daring night time escape from the island compound of gang of latex clad vigilantes systematically transforming them one-by-one into Barbie dolls with some kind of hi-tech dentist chair. “Got anyone waiting for you back home?”
“Actually, yes!” Martin's face seemed to brighten. “I think you two might know each other. She was a producer too when the Network just started getting big. She's a lot more senior now though.” Angela stared at him while he continued to talk, trying to keep her face neutral. “You do know Mandy, right?” Martin watched her expectantly and finally she nodded. Mandy had been close...close enough to stab her right in the back. And now here she was... Trapped on an island with her boyfriend.
“So, you and Mandy, huh?” Celia said a few minutes later along the trail. “How did that come about? She's senior management – not trying to sleep your way to the top, are you?” There was a clear barb in her voice but Martin didn't seem to notice and the two fell into a conversation about office politics and work relationships, not noticing that Angela had slowly started to fall back from the group. Once she was ten feet back she paused in the shadows next to yet another dismantled camera. It was about a foot from the ground and designed to get a low angle shot. From what Angela could see, it was fully intact – the power source had simply been disconnected. Checking that the others were still walking on ahead, she took the wire between her fingers and plugged it back into the main body of the device. A small LED screen booted up and began to display a percentage bar that crawled agonisingly slowly towards completion. Cursing her luck and not wanting to be left behind, Angela abandoned the camera and scurried after the other producers.
“We could use this!” Martin was standing over a small boat with an out-board motor floating off the side of a jetty. “But it doesn't seem to have fuel.” Celia was scowling with her hands on her hips. “Sorry, I know I should have checked before dragging you out here.” He said apologetically.
“Fuel?” Angela repeated dumbly, a cruel idea forming. She thought of Mandy watching from home as her boyfriend was dragged off to be bimbofied. God, she wished that golddigger was here with them,,, “Uh, I think I saw a canister of fuel back there!” She pointed back the way they had come – back towards the camera she had just switched back on. Moments later, Martin was bounding back up the trail. He stopped and began scanning the brush for the non-existent gasoline. Suddenly, he froze in place. He had just seen the blinking LED on the now functioning camera. Mere seconds passed before the night was pierced by several high-powered beams of light and about a dozen latex clad Amazons emerged from the trees. Two gripped Martin and forced his arms behind his back. Right before a kind of electrical riot stick was brought to his still naked body, his eyes locked with Angela's and a look of understanding passed between them. Angela smiled softly before she too was restrained.
The office was chaos around Martin. He had been here a month and he still didn't understand what work was being done. He didn't even know what language was being spoken. Whatever it was, it looked stressful and involved a lot of men sitting in cubicles shouting angrily down the phone. He only understood what the compliance chip told him. He was the relief girl – perfectly crafted by the throne to be exactly the kind of motivation the men needed to keep picking up those phones. Today he wasn't wearing a skirt, just as the chip had instructed, and his brand new bubble butt was parted by a tight black pair of satin panties. When they were particularly frustrated, the men would look up at his ass and lick their lips, or if he was facing the other way, his pussy. Whenever this happened, the chip would instruct him to respond with a coy flirtatious smile and he would comply. As the day progressed, he unfastened his blouse, one button at a time, to show them ever more of his tits. Eventually, he would be topless but that didn't need thinking about yet. The day was still young. Eventually, one of the men could whoop with glee at the end of particularly successful phone call and get to bend Martin over the desk while the others watched – a preview of what they could be rewarded with if they kept working hard. Eventually, Martin would moan with ecstasy as the same lucky worker thrust into him as the chip demanded he enjoy the experience. But, it was still early in the day... That would all come, as too would Martin, but for now he could just stand there in those uncomfortable heels and fantasize about what he would do to Angela if he ever saw her again...
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