The Master of the Kollar

She turned and tried to run, but two of the men with me grabbed her by the arms and held her as she struggled and screamed, "Let me go. Let me go! He will kill me!"

"He will try," I said firmly, "but right now you are in the middle of a suppression field and he currently doesn't have control of the Kollar."

"That doesn't make any difference," she nearly screamed. "It's automatic..."

"I know, I know," I said, trying to sound comforting. "I know we have only ten minutes to open the new Kollar once we get you into a suppression field. I also know that multiple orgasms won't open the new Kollars. That takes the right sequence of seven tones transmitted on the proper frequency." I grimaced and said tightly, "And I only have five chances to get the tones right."

She was whimpering softly and practically vibrating as I held a metal tube up to the collar and said, "Let's see if our magic wizards are as good as yours."

The woman continued to whimper and struggle as the tube hummed and vibrated. Then suddenly a small black dot appeared on the front of the collar next to the almost invisible seam. I immediately reached up and pulled outward on the collar. It opened in my hands and I quickly pulled it from her neck. One of my men was holding a heavily-shielded metal container into which I dropped the Kollar. He immediately closed the lid and secured it. I turned my attention back to the young woman.

"You are?" I asked once she realized the Kollar was gone and had stopped struggling.

"Sylvia Patterson," she replied, still very shaken and afraid. "I am... I was... an executive assistant to the director of the task force."

I looked carefully at the woman. She was in her mid-thirties and more than a little overweight. The ruffled collar and scarf fit in with her rather frumpy clothing. The Master of the Kollar had chosen well. There were probably only one or two people in the entire building who could conceal a Kollar in their clothing.

"What have you done?" I asked softly.

"Nothing," she replied. "Nothing!" she repeated, her voice getting higher and more frantic. "... not at work. I didn't tell anyone about Ramon and Julia. I didn't know anything. There wasn't anything to tell. He..." pointing to her neck. "He kept making me do nasty things at home, but hasn't demanded anything of me at work." She slumped her shoulders and said softly, "He said I was his pawn in reserve... whatever that means."

She was crying now. "I kept waiting for him to force me to betray my friends," she sobbed, "... or for him to trigger the collar," she sobbed again, "... or for something like this to happen."

Sylvia sniffled and then fell silent as she looked down at the steel box into which I had placed the Kollar. After a moment she asked, "What now?"

"You're dead," I said flatly. "After an unsuccessful attempt to free you from the Volkov Kollar, you were horribly murdered." I turned her so she could look at me and I could look directly into her eyes. "You will be taken into witness protection by federal marshals in another state. You will disappear until the Master of the Kollar is caught. If what you have told me is true, I doubt that there will be any charges."

She gave me a very weak smile and said, "I don't care if there are. I'm alive. I never expected to get out of this alive."

It took a few minutes for me and my three helpers to dismantle the suppression equipment and store it in the van. Then they and I... and Sylvia... got into the van and drove away. Once we were several blocks from the building, I called Lacy on her regular phone. "I think we found one of your moles," I said quietly, "Sylvia Patterson."

There was a slight gasp on the other end of the line. "We tried to remove the Kollar," I continued, "but failed." I could hear a deep moaning groan from Lacy. "I will take care of her body," I said.,"but you need to do a very thorough sweep for electronic devices in case she planted something."

Lacy sounded very shaken as she answered, "Understood." Losing another agent or support person under her had to be hard, but I couldn't tell her the truth. Sylvia's life depended upon everyone-- including Lacy-- thinking that she was already dead.

I hung up and then sent a short text to Boris. All I said was, "It worked."

I probably should have congratulated Boris for having already found Volkov's plans for an improved version of his Kollar on the dark web, but I wasn't feeling victorious. We had kicked the hornet's nest really hard, but we still didn't know who was actually calling the shots. Just after sunset the alarms on my access road triggered. I didn't wait for it to get to the house. The vehicle was barely off the highway and onto my road when I lit up the night with my intruder lights.

Whoever was driving must have been expecting it because they kept a steady pace up to the turnaround. As they turned, the back door came open and another naked female was launched out onto my front yard. I was waiting with my gun drawn when she staggered up to my door.

She said nothing. Instead the collar spoke for her as she held out her hand with a jump drive in it. "You can keep her in your special bedroom for the time being," the Kollar said. "But you have to watch the video with her within the next fifteen minutes or I will trigger the Kollar."

A more mechanical, but no less tinny voice from the Kollar said, "Connected to partyguest," and I signaled for the woman to step inside. I gave her a glass of water and had her sit at the kitchen table while I stuck the jumpdrive into a terminal on the counter. In a few moments a monitor on the wall showed the woman slowly removing a police uniform and stepping over to a bed. Obviously, whoever the Master of the Kollar was, he or she had a real hatred for the police.

"Make it look real," a disguised voice said from the shadows and the naked officer looked in the direction of the camera and said, "I need you to fuck me. All of you." Her whole body was trembling with fright. I wondered if they had shown her the earlier videos.

"You don't sound like you really want it," the voice said. "Look right into the camera and beg for it."

Her lower lip trembled, but she tried to make her voice sound sexy as she said, "Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me. All of you."

There was soft laughter from the disguised voice as the first man pushed her down on the bed, lay between her legs, and forced himself inside. It was obvious from his efforts that she was dry and not ready for him. He pumped rapidly for a few minutes and then slammed himself hard into her crotch. The next man leaned in close and said something to her before entering her, also pumping rapidly. Four more men joined the train before the seventh turned her over onto her hands and knees so he could position himself at her face. He held her head and forced her up and down on his cock. Two more men fucked her face, leaving her kneeling on the bed looking slimy and in shock.

"Stay on your hands and knees," the disguised voice said and a woman in an abbreviated catsuit stepped into the picture. She was wearing what appeared to be a shiny black, vinyl, one-piece swimsuit with a rather impressive strap-on attached at the crotch. A matching mask covered most of her face, but left the mouth and chin exposed. She looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place her.

"Beg me to fuck your ass," the voice said and the naked officer stammered out slowly, "Please, fuck me in the ass."

"Make it sound like you mean it or your head goes back in a box," the voice commanded and the officer's voice broke. Choking back sobs, she said rapidly, "Please, please, fuck me in the ass."

"Since you ask so nicely..." the voice said. Even electronically altered, the sarcastic, mockingly sweet tone of a true sadist was clearly evident. The woman stepped forward and began pushing the dildo into the officer's ass. Except for a few quiet yelps and sobs, the officer remained silent throughout the thorough ass-fucking.

When the woman with the strap-on pulled out, the video ended. By then the Kollared officer in my kitchen was fast asleep.

"I gave her a sedative," I said to the Kollar. "This is between us. Talk to me. What do you want from me?"

The high-pitched tinny laugh from the Kollar was slightly unsettling. "You are predictably unpredictable, W," the Kollar said. "I expected you to try your suppression field or something to interfere with my control of Officer Zucker, but I didn't expect you to suppress her. I will just have to wait until the sedative wears off. We will talk again shortly."

I carried Officer Zucker to the bedroom and placed her in the bed. Then I shut off all of the lights and closed the door. Once in my bedroom, I sent a quick message to Boris, "Need Buster NOW!"

Within a few moments a reply said, "Two hours. White Honda. Open garage doors."

Two hours and seven minutes later my road alarms again went off. A white Honda had left the main highway at a high rate of speed and was traveling toward the house without lights. I kept the lights off and waited until he was just short of the house to open the garage doors. I don't know how he stopped without retro-rockets, but the car somehow did not smash into the back wall of the garage. As soon as it had stopped, an extremely thin young man stepped out of the car holding what appeared to be the torso and neck of a test dummy.

"We have to work in silence and without lights," I said in a loud whisper as we stepped into the kitchen. Boris reached up and pulled his night vision scope back into place. Officer Zucker was stirring slightly, but was still deep in sleep.

"Suppression field on now," I said tensely, hoping that we were not triggering the Kollar. Nothing happened and Boris held a short tube up against the Kollar.

"Detecting clock frequency," he said calmly as the device hummed. When the hum changed slightly he added, "Sending trigger burst."

The shiny dot next to the latch turned from silver to black and I quickly pulled the Kollar from the officer's neck. Once it was in place on the test dummy, Boris again held the device against the Kollar so it would send a clock frequency trigger burst. The shiny dot turned back to silver. Boris and I spent less than a minute strapping the short portion of the test dummy to Officer Zucker's front. He noted with satisfaction that the officer's breasts fit nicely into the cavities designed for them on the back of the dummy. Once he had double-checked everything and nodded to me that all was good, I deactivated the suppression field.

As soon as we got back to the kitchen, Boris said in a whisper, "We have to talk."

He remained silent as we walked to my bedroom and put it in saferoom mode. Then he said slowly, "I ran my special body recognition software on Agent Carter."

He stood silently looking at me until I said, "And?"

"The Agent Carter," he said slowly, "that joined the Killer Kollar Task Force is not the same Agent Carter who was at the Las Vegas FBI office." He paused and moved his mouth like he was chewing for a moment and then added, "The woman who was fucking herself with that giant dildo, however, is the Agent Carter from Las Vegas."

"So the video is a fake," I said almost angrily.

"Not a fake," Boris said. "They just switched women between the closeup image of her face and the scene with the dildo. They might even be from different times, but they are very real." He waited a moment to see if I would say anything and then continued, "In any case, the woman with Ramon is not Agent Carter. I think that's what he figured out, and I'm sure that's what he meant about it not happening when they ordered him to fuck her in the ass. He knew she wasn't the real Carter, so he knew he was already a dead man."

"So who is she?" I asked and Boris held up his phone. There was a smiling couple on the screen.

"Recognize them?" he asked. "I don't have a name. It took awhile for my programs to locate them because they don't have many images on the web-- light or dark-- but that's her."

"Bonnie and Clyde," I answered flatly. "I'm not sure if I ever knew their real first names, but their last name is Barrow." I chuckled rather hollowly and said, "I was instrumental in getting Master and Mistress Barrow banned from The Society for refusing to honor safewords... among other things."

I looked again at the image on Boris' phone and said, "I often referred to them using the names of the infamous leaders of the Barrow gang from the 1920s because, like them, he was a sadist and she was a psycho."

"Probably not the correct medical diagnosis," Boris said, "but close enough. ... And look at this."

He again held up his phone. This time the image was a closeup screen capture of what I had originally thought was the face of Agent Carter. "Notice anything about the Kollar?" he asked softly.

"Son of a bitch!" I said angrily. "I should have caught that."

"It only appears in a couple of frames," Boris said, "and you weren't looking for it. That black dot is practically invisible unless you look really close."

"So Bonnie and Clyde are the Masters of the Kollar?" I said firmly.

"And they have built version two of the Volkov Kollars," Boris said. "Let's just hope they don't find someone who actually knows what they are doing and come up with Volkov Kollar version Three."

He stepped into the garage. "Now that you know who you're looking for," he said quietly, "I'll get out of here before Big Brother gets too interested in me."

"I owe you," I said as he hurried back to his car.

"I will send you a bill," he answered as he pulled his night vision goggles back into place and sped off into the night.

I texted Tyrone a link to a YouTube video of Lester Flatt and Earl Skruggs singing "The Story of Bonnie and Clyde." It was the theme song from a movie of the same name from the 1960s. Hopefully an electronic sniffer wouldn't understand the meaning of the link... and just as hopefully Tyrone would.

I was about to call Lacy when a text came in on my personal phone. In all caps it said, "GO TO THE BEDROOM."

As I walked into the room, the now familiar voice from the Kollar said, "I think it's time you wake up Officer Zucker... and don't tell me you can't. I would hate to kill her in her sleep before she has the chance to look deeply into your eyes."

I turned the lights on and said, "I'll have to give her a stimulant." As I walked around the bed, I added, "It's a nasal spray, so I have to stand above her to do it right."

It was a little tricky holding the little spray bottle and the four by six card with a written message on it at the same time. It was even trickier since I wasn't sure how far up the camera on the Kollar could see and had to hold the card so the officer could see it, but hopefully the Kollar couldn't. The message on the card said, "Kollar moved to dummy on your chest. You need to act like it is still on you. Can you do that?"

It took a moment for Officer Zucker to come fully awake and a short time for her to recognize her current situation. She rolled her eyes up at me and then nodded her head.

I walked back around to the bottom of the bed and said, "OK, she's awake. Now what?"

"Now you fuck her, W," the Kollar answered. "And I want you to look deeply into her eyes as you do."

I looked up at the officer. Her lips were pressed tightly together, but she again nodded her head yes.

I said nothing, but lightly stroked her face while I ran my fingers slowly up the inside of her legs toward her slit. Under other circumstances, this might have been an enjoyable encounter. It was somewhat awkward to mount her with the strange dummy mounted on her chest. I'm not sure exactly what the sadist and psycho on the other end of the Kollar were looking for, but I brought my face close to the Kollar and stared directly into the lense of the camera.

I was right at the entrance to her cunt and nature was taking its course. I was rock hard despite the circumstances. I looked once more up into her eyes and she again nodded her head. They say there is no such thing as bad sex, but I now can point to something proving that to be false. It was far from enjoyable for either of us. After I had pumped for what I considered to be an appropriate amount of time, I thrust really hard into her and grunted loudly. I guess I also can no longer say that I've never faked an orgasm.

She gave a short, cut-off scream as blood suddenly spurted all over both of us. The Kollar had activated and severed the neck of the dummy. Boris is very authentic. The red fluid which pumped briefly from the severed plastic neck had the look... and feel... and smell... of real blood. At least I assumed it was a synthetic of some sort. Maybe Boris had gone old school and used real blood in his creation.

Officer Zucker's eyes were wide with terror and her entire body was vibrating in fear, but she somehow remained silent. I grabbed the Kollar off the dummy and stormed back into the kitchen where I threw it down on the counter.

"I will get you, you son of a bitch," I screamed at the Kollar. Normally I don't let my anger-- or any emotion-- show, but I needed them to think that they had actually killed the officer.

"I had hoped that this demonstration would be enough to get you to back off," the Kollar said. "But it looks like we will have to use a more... interesting subject."

I walked over to the table where I had a steel containment carrier sitting. "Fuck you!" I said loudly as I dropped the Kollar into the container and closed the lid. When I turned, Officer Zucker was standing in the doorway. She had removed the dummy, leaving a very interesting-looking blood pattern on her bare skin.

"You are safe here in these two rooms," I said firmly, "and there's a shower in the bathroom." I opened a drawer and tossed her a burner phone. "Don't leave these rooms until I come back," I ordered. "But if I don't come back in two days, call whoever you need to call for rescue."

She looked like she would survive, so I left her standing there and went to my bedroom to call Lacy to let her know that the shit was about to hit the fan.

"Hello, dear," she answered. Her voice was unusually calm and sounded somewhat unsure or flustered. "You've caught me at a bad moment," she continued. "Could I call you right back? It will be on this number so you'll know it's me."

"Understood," I said. Lacy was many things, but sloppy was not one of them. Regardless of what was going on at the moment, she would have remembered that I told her to use the burner phone to contact me or not at all. To be exact, I said, "If you contact me on anything else I will assume you are compromised."

"I will be awaiting your call," I said calmly... or at least as calmly as I could. Then I said quietly, "Marco..."

She answered, "Polo," and closed off the connection. She had just confirmed that she wasn't being sloppy.

It was actually almost five minutes before she called me back. As soon as I answered, she said, "Sorry about the interruption, but I've been going over some things here at home. I think I've discovered something important. I know it's awfully late, but why don't you come over here and we can see where it leads?"

"I hate driving all the way into the city at this time of night," I replied.

"Maybe you can just stay over after we get done," she said with a laugh.

I matched her laugh and said, "I'll be there in about an hour."

It actually took me closer to ninety minutes to get to her apartment. If I had really pushed it, I might have been able to make it in less that an hour, but I had a lot to think about and wasn't in a particular hurry. I parked in the car park below her apartment and took the elevator to the fourteenth floor. My Glock was in my hand as the elevator door opened.