by Jay Aury
“Seal it, Maxine.”
“Sorry Cappie,” Maxine said as she shut the lid of the pod tight. The last thing Audra saw were those green eyes, glaring, hating with such venom it was a wonder Audra didn’t keel over where she stood.
Audra smirked, turned back to the guards. “Alright. Both of you. On your knees. Now!”
Both men reluctantly obeyed. Smiling, Audra reversed the grip on her gun and cracked them on the backs of the heads. Both men went down with a heavy thud.
Maxine eyed the pod sadly. “Bye Cappie,” she said.
Audra touched the bimbo’s shoulder, leading her out of the labs. Alistair glanced down at them. “Well, ladies,” he said. “I hope you’re ready to leave.”
“How?”
“I made a few calls before I went to check on you,” Alistair said, smiling lightly. “Come on. Our boat leaves shortly. And we really don’t want to be here in about ten minutes when the British navy pops by to ask Capria Eisen some extremely pointed questions.”
New Guests
Victor entered the lab and paused. The bald head of security panned his eyes across the tools, beakers and scientific paraphernalia scattered across the floor, along with two members of the island’s security detail.
The pod in the corner banged and shook. Victor glanced towards it and carefully crossed the floor. He touched the lock, the pod hissing open.
He stepped back quickly as Capria climbed out. Murder burned in her eyes, her face twisted and flushed in a terrible hate. Her hair was dishevelled in a tangled mass, her hefty bust rising and falling with long, harsh breaths.
Victor swallowed thickly as those eyes fixed on him. “Miss Eisen?” he said.
“Victor!” she snarled. “Seal off the island! Not a boat! Not a plane! Not a fucking bird leaves this goddam rock until they’re found! Get everyone out onto the grounds. Search high and low! I want Jane Avera and Maxine caught! I want them dead! I want them tossed to the fucking crabs and their heads stuck on a fucking pike!”
“Er…”
“Why are you still here!”
“Ah, Miss Eisen. There’s… a bit of a problem.”
“What problem!”
“Ahem.”
Capria whirled, staring. A man and a woman stood in the doorway. Both of medium height, both of average build, and both in dark suits, red ties, and Stetson hats.
“Miss Eisen. My name is Mister Doe and this is Miss Deer.”
“We’ve come to speak to you about your work,” Miss Deer said.
Capria stared. “…You… what?”
The pair exchanged a glance. “Not quick is she?”
“Not nearly.” Mister Doe turned back to her. “Let’s explain this in the simplest terms. We are individuals, Miss Eisen, whose employ under NATO’s international investigation branch gives us wide ranging power to nothing has been done..."
"Untoward," Miss Deer said.
Capria felt cold. “I… have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh I think you do.”
“Obstinate isn’t she?”
“Oh she is.”
“You see,” Miss Deer said, pacing along the table, picking up a pair of surgical scissors that escaped Capria’s rage and examining them. “It’s come to our attention that your spa is doing more than just serving subpar martinis and tans.”
“Something more nefarious.”
“Degenerate even.”
“Some might say monstrous.”
“Not us. Mister Doe and I have seen some pretty shady shit in our time. But you take the cake. Ate it. And threw it up all over the nice shag carpeting. And we came to see what was what.”
“And we’re not impressed,” Miss Deer said. She dropped the scissors, the blade piercing the table to stand, quivering there.
“You… You have no authority here,” Capria gaped.
“Oh really?” Miss Deer said.
“Our warrant suggests otherwise.”
“As does the warship currently anchored off your coast and filled with British navy who are, even now, securing your island.”
“That suggest many things.”
“Indeed. In fact, it suggests we comb this place top to bottom and take everyone working here into custody pending a very serious investigation about allegations concerning certain missing women, and illegal experiments performed on this island.”
“Allegations which we have excellent reason to believe have merit.”
Capria gaped. Her mouth worked stupidly. “What… wh-what!”
Doe and Deer exchanged a look. “Not too quick is she?” Miss Deer observed.
“I dare say she’s not.”
“So let’s break it down for you,” Miss Deer said, planting her hands on the surgical slab and leaning forward. “You’re under arrest thanks to an international arrest warrant. And while we search your island and all your files, we invite you to be a guest in a holding cell pending the conclusion of our work.”
“And we work hard.”
"Thoroughly."
"And utterly efficiently."
Mister Doe stepped aside and a pair of men in the uniform of the British navy pushed inside.
“What!” Capria screamed as the two men took her by the arms and dragged her out of the lab. “What!”
Success
“An excellent job, Agent Vixen,” the Director said through the screen.
“Thank you, sir,” Audra said, smiling lazily in bed, the tablet propped up before her
“We managed to secure the transcript of those women who had undergone the process. The cure you’ve brought to our attention has been very effective thus far. At least, in terms of their mental states.”
“Thank you, sir.”
The Director considered her through the screen. He sipped his tea, the steam wreathing his aged face. “And this scientist responsible for the process?”
“Oh,” Audra said, injecting as much confidence as she could into her voice. “She’s probably long gone. Who knows where.”
The Director maintained his stare. You know, Audra thought. You know that I know. But you won’t push it, not because of the success, but because you have nothing to tie together. Without the files, all you’ve got is the claims of the patients and the island staff.
Finally, he nodded. “Very well, Vixen. Until next time.”
The screen died with a low sound. Audra sighed and let her head drop into the pillow.
“Went well?” Maxine said from the corner.
Audra gave the blue eyed bimbo a confident smirk. “Yeah. You’re okay, Maxine.”
Audra was prepared now for the inevitable squeal of delight and bone crushing hug of the shapely bimbo. “Oh thank you Audra! You’re just, like, the absolute best!”
Audra managed a giggle, patting the busty woman on the golden hair. “That’s okay, Maxine. You’ll be okay. I have some resources so you can start up your lab again.”
“Do you?” Alistair said.
Audra glanced to the doorway as Alistair walked in. She smirked and gestured at the expansive bedroom. “Hmm. Of course. This whole mansion is mine. You might not know it, but I’m actually quite wealthy.”
Alistair chuckled. “You’re always just full of surprises.”
Audra grinned, but her eyes grew dusky. She glanced at Maxine, and saw the look mirrored in the baby blues of the heavy breasted bimbo. “Maybe. Maxine? I think Alistair deserves a thanks for all he’s done.”
Maxine giggled, arms tightening around her. “Oooh, Audra! I like how you think.”
Alistair arched a brow as the two shapely blondes untangled themselves and stalked towards him. He took a step back, raising his hands, slowly backing away as the pair circled him. “Ladies, please. It’s been a long day.”
“Then let’s end it nicely. Attack!” Audra called and threw herself at Alistair. Maxine cried out and joined her. They hit him at the same time, driving him back and onto the plush mattress of the bed. Alistair gasped, then sighed as his lips
met Audra’s. Audra hummed as the kiss became something more than playful. Hot desire raced through her as her lips moved against his. She felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her against his firm body. Delight raced along her arms and back as his powerful embrace enfolded her. It felt so safe in those strong arms of his. So good to be so close to him.
Alistair apparently felt much the same. His hands explored her body, and in the same way they had so cleverly undone the knots she’d bound his wrists and ankles that night in the Amsterdam hotel, he opened her blouse and laid bare her soft breasts. She broke the kiss, grinning down at him.
“How do you do that?” she asked breathlessly.
“You’ll have to pay closer attention to figure that out,” he said with a grin.
She giggled and once more their lips locked in hot desire. Then Maxine was in with them, the shapely woman kissing and licking Alistair’s chest. Audra took one arm from Alistair and enveloped the pretty blonde in it, pulling all three of them together in a passionate embrace. Beneath the dual assault of the two blondes, Alistair was helpless. He groaned, breath coming in a rush from him as Maxine slinked down and locked her lips on one of his nipples.
“Mmm. Not bad,” Maxine giggled. “You’ll have to come by more often. Oh!” she giggled, stroking the hard bulge of his cock through his pants. “Mmm, and that looks like some real fun.”
“Oh no,” Audra said, playfully slapping her hand from his groin. “I’ve got first dibs on his cock, Maxine. I’m calling it.”
Maxine threw back her head, blonde locks spilling down her back. “Fiiiiiine. But I get his face!”
“Deal.”
“I don’t suppose I get a say in this?” Alistair asked.
“Nope!” the pair chimed. Laughing, Maxine pulled herself up him and settled her shapely bottom on his face. Audra giggled as she undid Alistair’s pants, shucking them and his underwear down to reveal the firm length of his cock. The sight sent her stomach tumbling, the familiar hot desire mingling with this other, stranger feeling. She grasped his cock, delighting at the sound of his grunt. She stroked him, feeling the warm hardness of his shaft between her fingers. Her tongue flicked across her lips, her quim dampening with desire.
“Mmmnnnn,” Maxine moaned as she rocked her hips, grinding her pussy on the man beneath her. “Ooooh Audra! You never told me he was so goooood with his tongue!”
“Oh he’s good with more than that,” Audra said. As if to prove her point, and in the haste not to be left behind, Audra lifted herself over him, straddling Alistair’s hips. She grasped his cock, angling it up, then sank down. A low moan trembled from her lips as his hot cock delved inside of her. Her lashes fluttered, inner muscles clutching at his shaft. She’d had many lovers over the years. Larger, smaller, but there was something about his. Something about even the thought of Alistair Smith inside of her that set her heart racing and her core burning. And to feel it again was something more. A sweet joining of the flesh she had never known before him and could never describe to another.
She heard him groan, the sound muffled by Maxine’s ample rear, and felt the heat of satisfaction and desire. Somehow, she was sure the sensation was mutual. Her lascivious grin grew tender, and her hips began to move, bouncing her atop her lover. Her lashes fluttered, a soft moan escaping her as she leaned forward, pressing her hands to his firm chest, running her fingers over the hard lines of his musculature.
“Ah. Ahn!” Maxine moaned as she ground herself atop his face, her hands squeezing and rubbing her gravity defying teats. “Yes! Yes! F-fuck! Yes! C-cumming!”
Her voice rose in a wail, her thighs trembling and red lips wide with her pleasured cry. Audra felt a sharp stab at envy at her orgasm, and increased the pace of her bouncing hips.
“Mmmnnnn,” Audra moaned, panting, her insides clenching the hard rod of his cock. She bucked her hip, pounding him into the bed. “Yes! Oh fuck yes! Ah! Ah! Fuck! Alistair! Nnn!”
She bit her lower lip, threw back her head, blonde hair tumbling round her head as her orgasm tightened her about his hard shaft. Her lashes fluttered and a keening cry of pleasure escaped the tight trap of her mouth.
Beneath her, her lover moaned. His beat grew firmer. His hands searched until they found her hips. She gasped as his grip tightened around her and his hips started to thrust more eagerly.
“Oooh, Alistair,” Audra moaned, laughing breathlessly. “That’s it! Fuck me! Pound my cunt! Yes! That’s it! Oh God fuck it! Oh fuck!”
“Not nice to… to swear,” Maxine gasped, then her breath hitched and she rubbed her cunt more firmly down on his face. “Oh!”
“I’ll swear if I like,” Audra panted.
“Oh no you won’t!” Maxine cried, leaned in and locked her lips to Audra’s.
Stone would have melted against that succulent kiss. Audra moaned, tongues tangling, dancing with pleasured need. Her hands grasped the other woman’s massive teats, fingers fairly engulfed in the tan softness, nipples hard and digging into her palms. Maxine moaned, wrapping her arms around Audra’s head and pulling her deeper into the kiss.
Under all of that, Audra’s next orgasm was as inevitable as it was powerful. Her whole body shook. A keening moan of utter delight was wrenched out of her mouth and into Maxine’s, her cry of pleasure echoed by the blonde bimbo. Beneath them she felt Alistair tense. Yes. All of us together…
Audra moaned as she felt Alistair cum, his hot seed rushing into her depths. The feeling tore her own climax from her. With a cry of sweet pleasure she came, and by the sudden tightening of Maxine’s arms, she rather expected the other had as well.
Panting, Audra broke the kiss. With a wearied moan she flopped off of Alistair, falling beside him. Maxine did as well, the two blonde’s flanking the dark haired man. Audra looked up and giggled at the sight of Alistair’s red face, shining with Maxine’s juices.
“You look just a mess,” she laughed.
“Have to say,” Alistair grunted. “Worth it.”
Audra giggled, and her smile grew smoky. “Hmm, I don’t know about that,” she said, leaning in, her tongue flicking out to taste his naked chest.
“What-hrm. Do you mean?”
“Welllllll,” Audra said, sliding down his chest with a teasing look. “Doesn’t seem fair both Maxine and me came twice, and you only did once. Does it?”
“Nope,” Maxine tittered, joining Audra as the pair journeyed down Alistair’s toned body.
Audra nodded sagely, her hair dragging across his chest until she was level with his groin. “In fact,” she breathed, tongue flicking out and against Alistair’s cock, tasting their mingled juices. “I think he deserves a good tonguing. Don’t you?”
“Oh I do,” Maxine said, her baby blues shining as she leaned in and ran her tongue slowly up his veiny cock, stiffening it to full mast.
“Well,” Alistair grunted, sitting up and looking down appreciatively at the two blonde between his legs. “If you insist.”
“I think we do,” Audra hummed.
“Oh yes,” Maxine giggled. We do.”
Both women leaned in and began to tongue his hard cock. Alistair groaned, fists tightening on the sheets. Grunting as Audra enveloped his shaft in her mouth, and Maxine dipped lower to stroke his balls.
He had a feeling he was in for a long night.
Epilogue
Capria slammed into the chair with a grunt. The bag over her head was tight, nearly choking her. Someone grabbed her arms and removed the cuffs. Next came the bag, ripped off her head.
She blinked, trying to focus her bleary eyes. She sat before a metal table. A pool of painfully white light enveloped her and masked the room beyond in a pitch darkness, hiding everything but what lay immediately around her. She felt acutely naked and vulnerable. Alone. She rubbed her wrists, eying the darkness warily. She had no idea where she was. After being taken by the navy, they’d secured her in the brig. Three days out and men had come in and thrust a bag over her head, then dragged her into a small boat. She reme
mbered the pinch of an injection, then only darkness.
“Miss Eisen. So glad you could join us.”
Capria stiffened, her eyes widening as an all too familiar man walked out of the shadows. His boots clicked on the cool cement, his military jacket thrown back over his shoulders like a cape, a simple suit beneath. His face was sharp and defined, one eye hidden behind a black patch, and on his shoulder, a parrot bobbed.
“Squawk! Twenty gets you anal! Twenty gets you anal. Squawk!”
“Sterling,” she breathed. Her eyes flashed about the room. “Where are we? What’s happening?”
Sterling’s arm lashed out. She flinched, expecting a blow, but the sharp motion merely landed his hand on the chair opposite hers and pulled it back. He took a seat, every movement defined with a rigid, almost machine sharp movement. She distrusted them. They were too quick, too sure, for her to predict where they would land. What he would do.
He clasped his hands before him, his one eye taking her in. “Miss Eisen. It appears there was an issue with the delivery of your device and the sample we requested.”
Capria swallowed thickly. “There… Things on the island. They became complicated.”
“I am aware.”
Of course you are, she thought, a twinge of anger curdling in her luscious breast.
“You appear to have failed us, Miss Eisen. A matter of some consternation among the rest of my associates. We do not take failure well.”
Capria grit her teeth. She could plead that it hadn’t been her fault, but she was never one to play for pity. “So, what? Are you going to kill me? If you are, then just get it over with. Stop toying with me.”
Sterling cocked a sharp eyebrow. “Miss Eisen. I have no intention of killing you.”
Capria blinked, even more wary. You knew where you stood with a man who wanted to kill you. “You… you aren’t.”
“No. I believe you could still be a most useful asset for our organization.”
“You do?” she said, feeling stupid for repeating him.