Could it get any better, Mordecai thought as he typed in the pass recognition word Baltimore then the other word Lilac. The stripper was humming nicely in the background as indicated by the blinking tiny red led. It was home grown.<br/><br/>Mordecai had created it and programmed it himself. This was the first real application he had used. Everything had been a simulation using information to access private accounts from information he had taken off the net as people hit his site and shopped.<br/><br/>But this was big. This was going up against Network Admin folks with savvy. It was good that he was not a professional Hacker. He did not have a signature or a special little character or a mark he left behind on his targets. He refused to make a calling card. That was for amateurs and people begging for the attention of the FBI.<br/><br/>The FBI was like Freddy Kruger.  Once they knew you were in their house it was best just to leave the country if you could.  They were relentless.  But Mordecai had a plan for that too.<br/><br/>So as he waited to see how deep he was in after he changed the pass codes and phrases then imported another manager's information to layer over Maddy's, which he had to admit might be considered clever. He had time to think about this current arrangement.<br/><br/>The girls next door were enjoying their first big clincher.<br/><br/>That fuckin little bitch on the horse was buckin those hips and screaming for more from Frank. That little pleasure ride would probably beg to get a beating before anyone fucked her and probably wouldn't be able to cum until Frank used her hard himself. The man was a Creative Genius.<br/><br/>What, three hours, a glass of water and watching another bitch get the crap tortured out of her and Jonesy there all over the X girl. In her ear encouraging without promising anything he couldn't or wouldn't deliver.  That was the taste of evil so dark that it snuck up so quiet that by the time the victim thought something was wrong and turned to see which was to run, it was already too late.<br/><br/>There was Lilac tearing up the X while Jonesy serving her a dish of humiliation with his brand of behavioral psychology.  The back of the X was tapping against the wall because she was slamming her hips into his hand so hard.  Jonesy hadn't touched her once and she was begging to please him. The man was a regular fuckin Freud without the couch and ten years of how does that make you feel.<br/><br/>The last of the new arrivals in the interview room had her own issues.<br/><br/>Maddy sounded like a freight train. But that was the Reverend wasn't it. The man who could put religion on a road map and have a bitch slipping it inside her cunt so he would fuck the devil out of her.  After of course he punished her for her sins.  The man who knew how to make a bad bitch repent again and again.<br/><br/>Maddy had a few sins that required the Reverends touch, but first there was the obligatory throwing of the first stone.  Or the first punch. Putting the cunts in together and letting the other two hammer Maddy.  It had to be worked very carefully. So very carefully.<br/><br/>The stripper stopped humming. It ground to a stop. The access gate opened. It varified the new code changes and authorized the new updates. Mordecai leaned closer. Someone on the other side was making changes also. So everything was getting approved at a higher level and instantly. The Stripper hummed again like it was going to burn up and Mordecai realized the stripper was copying the final authority codes also. He clutched the table until his knuckles were white to keep from shootin his load.<br/><br/>YES!  YES!!  YES!!!<br/><br/>He counted to three silently and then clicked off the site. No trace. Now he could come back any time he wanted.  And he would. Early in the morning when they ran their deposit updates.<br/><br/>He sighed heavily. Hit the start button and click shut down. His hand on his chin watching. Then he rubbed his face with his hand in resignation. He closed the lid slowly and groaned as he click the toggle for everyone to hear both ways.<br/><br/>"Well!"  He let that hang in the air for both rooms.<br/><br/>"Most of us did our best.  Frank your bitch did good to take what we had to give her to convince Maddy to talk.  Jonesy your bitch gave up the information in a timely manner. I got the word in before time was up."<br/><br/>Mordecai let it sit there in the air for a few minutes more. Let the fingers point to Maddy without saying it's Maddy's fault.<br/><br/>"I don't know. It didn't go the way I expected. Maybe it was too late or the wrong word."  He let it sink in without saying Maddy's fault.<br/><br/>"I'll give it another try in the morning." And he meant it.<br/><br/>"In the meantime everyone round up your bitch and put them all in cage # 2 so we get to one or all of them without opening more than once cage tonight. Make sure you chain their leash to the center ring on the floor of the cell."<br/><br/>Mordecai was hungry. The men probably were also. Eat first. Relax and talk about what was really going on and then watch the bitches take Maddy to task in cage #2 on the 40 inch HD TV in the main house. After they beat up Maddy or If they didn't beat her up then it would be time for all 3 men to take Maddy out of the cell and into the interrogation room for what the Reverend promised and so much more.<br/><br/>Happy Halloween bitches. Fright night has just begun.<br/><br/>"Questions?"<br/><br/>