EPISODE 01: Operation Flying Dutchman 29 (Patreon)

My name is Luna and …

“No it’s not.” Interrupts Baram. “Let’s try this one more time. We need one critical piece of intel hiding somewhere in your memories, and we need it yesterday.”

My name is … not?

Luna tightens her choke hold, squeezing my sides with her legs and pulling my head up with her elbow, forcing me to lock gaze with Baram as the elegant Asian agent places her index finger on my lips.

Then something clicks. A memory.

Baram inhales, lips parting ever so slightly, piercing eyes staring directly into my soul. She intones something under her breath and as she exhales, a burning sensation washes over my skin, peeling back layers upon layers of haze in my mind.

Suddenly, I remember.

My mind spirals through a myriad of memories and I’m no longer in the black helicopter.

When I open my eyes I am back on the Night Crawler and my name is Ruby. Undercover agent working for the CIA. The operation was compromised. My cover was blown. My partner was killed and I barely escaped the same fate.

I was forced to make a deal with the Devil, and like so … Magnus -that bastard- made me his.

Even though deep down, my soul writhed in pain. Feeling the guilt of betrayal. Feeling the burden of failure. My body was no longer my own but a simple fuck toy, a weapon. … A puppet in the service of the most pathetic man I had ever known.

Oh how my soul cried for salvation.

But I remember now.

I remember the moment I first saw Baram and Luna on board. I remember how I instantly recognized them as a threat to my master. Or perhaps more accurately, a threat to my own womanhood as a surge of territorial jealousy overcame me, filling me with a need for violence and blood lust.

The need to show these two bitches who’s was the real alpha.

So I follow the little blonde one into the cabins, but before I know it, she slams me against the wall and covers my mouth with her hand. Then she pulls me onto the pillows, locking my body in an overpowering hold. She was expecting me. A trap?

I feel her lips brushing the skin of my neck as her hands ran up and down my body. Searching? Probing? … Caressing. She is faster and stronger than she looks, and although I try to fight her off at first … I find myself surrendering gradually to her gentle touching and soft kissing.

Just like that, I give in to the pleasure.

By the time Baram comes into the cabin I am a wet mess, lying on the floor on all fours, with Luna riding my back to ensure I won’t escape or call out for help.

Not that I want to.

My body still quivering gently from the aftershocks of bliss and there is nowhere else I rather be at this time.

Baram squats down before me, placing her index finger on my lips. She inhales, lips parting ever so slightly, piercing eyes staring directly into my soul.

I hear her intone something under hear breath, and as she exhales, a burning sensation washes over my skin, and for a heartbeat … I panic as a sinking feeling swells in my gut, finding myself completely naked in the hands of these two women.

Then Baram leans in close. Reassuring me that everything would be alright. Makes me promise that we would watch each other’s backs. Says the code phrase will be ‘the harder they fall’, and if any of us was in danger, we only had to say it for the others to come to the rescue. But more importantly, she made me feel part of the team despite my blunder … and I loved her for it.

Perhaps she was the salvation I was waiting for?

(To be continued…)

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