Zashic spanked Adrial with a leather whip.  Her pussy got wet.  She wondered whether she should call him “Master” the way she’d done in high school. It was a full moon.  She leaned over and gently took his cock in her hand.  She smiled, kissing him tenderly on the cheek.  “I love you, Zack,” she whispered.  He summoned the dark power around him now, and forced her to her knees.   Willingly, she opened her mouth.  He came in it without embarrassment, for she had been his slave all during high school and college.  She swallowed gratefully.  “Thank you, Zashic,” she said humbly, licking his balls.  Then he made her bend over the stone and ground his dick in her ass.

“Zack, I have to tell you something.  I’m more telepathic than I was the last time I saw you.  I think I’m starting to be able to see peoples’ auras.  I still dream about the crystal man,” she said.

“That sounds like the Crow.  See, people think I’m the wild man around here, but actually it’s the Crow.  He lives on the edge of the badlands.  I’ve been out there, but this is different.”

The had left the chair at the head of the long, glossy black table free for him.  He sat down and video began playing on the viewscreen at the other end.  It was his younger brother.  He was in a bar, fighting 4 men.  There was a blonde girl with him.  Then he was on the roof of a building, stealing a skimmer.  The skimmer shot through the biodome and into the night.

“Your brother is out of control,” said the officer.  “He doesn’t know what’s going on, but his actions are shifting the balance of power in Usonia.  We have to act now.”

“Yes, sir.” agreed Kryss.

“You have to act now.”

“I’ll be happy to do whatever you like.  He means nothing to me.”

The officer nodded to the three men sitting at the end of the table.  “These men are part of a special-tactics unit in our service.  Most of the time they work as part of the normo military, but they are all ours.  You are to take them to your father’s ranch and pass them through the security system.  They are going to gather the information they need to neutralize your brothers.  Your younger brother is obviously out of control and he is to be totally discredited, captured, and controlled.  We’re arranging some kind of jail sentence for drug abuse.  Zashic, on the other hand, still knows nothing.  If we can we will dupe him, but if he insists on siding with Temilyn he will have to be destroyed as well.  If all goes according to plan, the public will see it as nothing more than a typical scandal of the rich and famous.”

Kryss barely paused.  He had helped arrange his own father’s murder, after all.  “Zashic will never play along.  He’ll have to be crushed.  What about the ranch?  It’s held by a trust now, on behalf of the three of us.  Can they be excluded from that?”

Kire almost winced.  The officer coughed.  They were hardened servants of darkness, but the utter emptiness of Kryss’s response to the destruction of his family gave even them pause.  The leader of the special-tactics team frowned, calculating the degree to which he would have to protect himself and his men from betrayal by this dark little twerp.

Kire was unflappable, however, and responded smoothly.  “As soon as the legalities are resolved the ranch will be yours, I assure you.”  He knew that he did not have to ask that it be made available for the use of the Lornites: Kryss’s life had belonged to the conspiracy since he was fourteen years old.