Decoding insurgent messages was a tough job, thought Kirsty. There could be all kinds of crazy codes and patterns hidden in them. She was the first wave of defence against their battalions.
Their insidious appeals for members of the State to defect, and join their cause, “The Empire of Supreme Bliss”, as they called it, might have appealed to some, but not Kirsty. No sir. She was loyal. Loyal to her superiors. So loyal, she did all her work in plain sight of her commanding General.
She often suspected, from the twinkle in his eye, to the gasps, grunts and groans he gave when she was giving him head, that he may have been turned by the insurgents. But that was silly. He could do no wrong. He was perfect.
And if he wanted her kneeling, nude, whilst she listened to the Supreme Bliss recordings again, and again, and again, well then, that’s what Kirsty would do. The messages were important. They had to be understood, and appreciated, fully…