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Lying on his back； shackled hand and foot； he opened his eyes； gasped aloud at what he saw。 Catriona Lealan was naked except for a pair of thigh length black leather boots； an enraged tigress； mouthing curses； eyes flashing a terrible hate。 He couldn't hold her gaze； the first time it had ever happened。 But it was only a game； a sadistic one； but he had to pretend it wasn't。
'You bastard； Sabat！' her words cut as viciously as her riding crop had done。 'You bastard； I'm going to hurt you like you've never been hurt before！'
Sabat's arousement was at full stretch； so many things he wanted all at the same time。 But nothing happened。 Catriona stood there regarding him balefully； her shapely body now quivering visibly 。 。 。 with undisguised fury
'You did not e here of your own volition；' when she spoke her voice was little louder than a whisper。 'Oh no； Sabat； it was no lustful whim of yours that brought you here； /summoned you！'
He stared at her； her words like a rapier thrust into his brain； the sweat glistening on his naked body suddenly chilling； a stark realisation of how cold it was in here。 Of all the disforts Catriona administered to her lovers she almost invariably ensured that this room was warm。 Something was wrong； he couldn't quite place it。 But when Sabat looked into her eyes again he knew what it was … the expression of hate was not just another phase of her acting； it was real！
'You fool； Sabat；' a laugh that resembled a hag's cackle； 'oh you poor over sexed fool； for all your powers how blind you are！ You succumbed to my powers； your astral body lured here to view me； to rekindle that insatiable lust of yours。 A bird came and saw； returned to tell its master； and hey presto； you are here in person； manacled and helpless； a victim of your own bondage obsession。'
Sabat strained at the handcuffs； the leg manacles； but the steel chains were immovable。 He thought maybe he was dreaming again； tried every avenue of escape but in the end had to face up to the reality of his position。 And that was when he ceased to cringe； his face became impassive and his tone was like a whiplash。 'Suppose you tell me； Catriona。'
'But； of course。' She stood with arms akimbo； legs slightly apart and just within her prisoner's range of vision； wanting him to view that part of her body which was suddenly not to be his。 'We should have met again sooner or later； a destiny that was to be fulfilled from the moment you started interfering in the affairs of 。。。 shall we call them for the moment the Liberation Front。 Vince； as you know； has a grudge against the Service which brought him dishonour and has always favoured a fascist regime for Britain。 And there was an army waiting to be recruited； decadent youth rotting in the ranks of the unemployed； violent dispositions that were being stifled and needed only to be trained。 Hundreds； thousands of them； we have only just begun！ A new wave of terror； one that will keep people indoors at night； and anarchy will grow day by day until nothing can prevent it。 All these young nazis needed was a leader； one with the cunning of a wolf； to bring some kind of order to their ranks； and who better suited to that task than Colonel Vince Lealan who had learned his trade in the toughest service in the world。 But even Vince needed a leader； someone to rationalise his hatred towards Britain； to utilise it productively 。 。 。 someone with powers beyond mortal knowledge； Sabat！'
Sabat caught his breath； detected some unnerving element of truth in her words。
'And that person was me！' she went on。 'For Catriona Lealan has realised for some time now that she had extraordinary powers and one night in a vision all was revealed to me。 Yes； Sabat； I am none other than Lilith； the succubus； Goddess of Darkness； walking this earth in human form with a mission to fulfil … to overthrow the world so that the forces of darkness may rule supreme over Man！'
Sabat felt the cold now； the sudden drop in temperature； and knew without doubt that she spoke the truth。 Catriona was possessed； in the same way that he was possessed by the soul of Quentin Sabat。 The full implications of his own helpless position were only too clear； Sabat had stood in the way of the Disciples of Lilith； her army of pseudo…vampires； the one man who might discover the real truth behind the gory fabrication Catriona had created。 Now he was her prisoner； she could destroy him at her leisure and the forces of law and order would be powerless to bat her threat to society。
'I could kill you；' she spoke slowly； savouring the words； searching his eyes for a flicker of terror but finding none。 'I could enjoy doing things to you that I've fantasised about； Sabat。 Perhaps eventually all that will e to pass； but in the meantime I need you。 Oh yes； I can use you； Sabat； as surely as a tiny unarmed nation can use a nuclear weapon if it finds itself suddenly in possession of one。 Vince has his failings； a blind obsession； a belief that he is a reincarnation of Adolf Hitler； a seed which / implanted in his brain and which has germinated and blossomed。 Useful； but only up to a point。 Now I need somebody who can lead these eager young revolutionaries into battle； one who has the trust and confidence of the enemy。 Shall we say I need； to coin a much used modern phrase； a 'mole' in the opposition camp！'
'No chance；' Sabat laughed； returned her hate with an expression of contempt。 'You can do what you like to me but I'll never work for you； Catriona。 Neither you nor Lilith！'
'So naive for one who possesses such outstanding qualities as well as supernatural powers；' her eyes narrowed； the pupils seeming to dilate and being stationary； a blaze of sheer power that had the man on the floor unable to break her gaze。 'For you will work for me； Sabat。 Your powers will bee mine。 You came here tonight to bee my slave and your wish shall be granted。 Indeed it shall！'
Sabat had a retort on his lips but it seemed to die； words melting into nothingness； almost an apology for having thought them。 His simmering hate for the woman calling herself Lilith cooled； his eyes mirroring a new sensation； one that he scarcely recognised … devotion！ Just watching those eyes； bright blue orbs that now grew large like an owl's； held him transfixed； projected a force that he could not resist。
He had the sensation of slipping into a deep sleep yet his eyes remained wide open； he saw Catriona； the smile ing back to her lips； tried to nod his head in a gesture of obedience。 No longer did he want to fight her； only to fight for her； to do her bidding； a mercenary changing his allegiance。
And when at last he was able to speak it was as though his voice was that of Quentin Sabat's； the tones rich and suave。 'Yes； Lilith； I will do your bidding。 Speak and I shall obey。'
'Good。' She reached behind her； produced some keys and stooping unlocked handcuffs and manacles so that Sabat's limbs sagged free once more。 'There； I don't think we shall need these any more。 And as a reward for your cooperation； Sabat； tonight you shall lie in my b