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glanced to her mistress, who nodded allowing her permission to speak. “I want to be here, you stupid man,” she said, taking off the bit and keeping it in her hand, most likely to use as a weapon. “Squares like you don’t get us, man, but we’re the future,” she said.  
         “ That’s enough, M,” the black woman said, cutting her off sharply. “This one is mine.”  
         “ Yes, Mistress S,” she said, bowing her head.  
          M cracked her whip, narrowly missing Rock as he moved back. “Slave M is right, though, we are the future,” she said as the two women split up, one on each side. “You, though, you and your Establishment belong in the past.”  She laughed throatily as they circled him, cutting off any means of escape, and he weighed his options. S exuded exotic danger with every step, confidence and arrogance pouring off of her in waves. M seemed more subdued, but eager… eager to please her mistress, the dominatrix. His choice made, he moved swiftly, surprising the smaller woman. She attempted to punch him, but his superior training helped him to easily dodge the blow, and grab her arm, spinning her around and jamming her arm halfway up her back.  
          She cried out in pain and ecstasy both as he wrenched her arm. “Yes! Yes! Oh God!” Somewhat horrified and definitely surprised by her reaction, he loosened his grip, though he didn’t let her go. “No! More! I want more!”  
         S lashed out with the whip, striking her slave, who moaned again in pleasure. “Stupid slut,” she said. “No one hurts you but me! ”  
         “ No one should be hurting anyone!” he exclaimed, bewildered by the pair. A man being a sexual sadist he understood. It was about power more than sex, about exerting control over another being… and that was a man’s thing. The two women confused him completely, throwing his world view slightly out of kink. “I’m just passing through… you can go back to your… activities.”  
         M wiggled against him, her bare ass stroking his cock through his jeans, bringing it to life. He groaned as he backed up, trying to ignore his more primal instincts. Distracted by the wanton writhing in his arms, he didn’t sense her movement until it was too late. M raised her foot and stomped his, hard . He let go of her and hopped backwards as S raised the whip again. M dodged out of the way, and the whip licked along his chest, raising red welts where it hit him on his pec. “Mmm… yes, Agent Hardin,” she said, her voice low and throaty. “I’ll so enjoy beating you.”  
         He didn’t want to hit a woman, much less two of them. It went against everything in his nature, everything his father had taught him, and his own experience had confirmed. It was a new world, however, and to live, he had to adapt to it. Maybe he could find a compromise, however, giving the ladies what they seemed to want and subduing them at the same time. The thought was a balm to his ethics, soothing his conscience as he knew what he had to do. He had to become part of their scene, become a master to M but a slave to S all at the same time if had any hopes of surviving this while keeping his ethics intact. He might be a bastard, but he wasn’t a fucking bastard, and that fact had kept him in espionage for all these long years. He had to know what he was doing was right, else he could do the things he did.  
         Rock moved forward again dropping his knife as M danced before him, not being able to anticipate what he was going to do. As S lashed out with her whip again, striking him on his back, he dodge M’s clumsy strike once more, and grabbed her by her hair, yanking it hard to force her head back. She cried out, her hand flying to his, and kissed her brutally. She moaned into his mouth, and he knew he’d have her, easily enough… S was going to be another matter. When she lashed his back again, he groaned, feeling the heat of