by Jay Aury
She cupped Gala’s teats, making the woman gasp with pleasure. “Mmm! Yes… Oh Audra. Don’t be tender. You know you like it rough.”
Audra swallowed a little. Her hands tightened on her clone’s breasts, squeezing the ripe orbs. Gala gasped, pushing out her chest as Audra massaged her, running her fingers up and down her tits before her fingers found the jutting nipples, delicately tickling them.
“Ooooh fuck! That feels… mnn… so fucking good.”
Audra scowled a little. She didn’t want to pleasure this woman. This murderer. This cracked reflection of herself. Yet, she had to. And deep down, she knew she welcomed that excuse. She suddenly pushed forward, pressing Gala down on the bed. The other woman moaned, then tittered as Audra kissed her harshly. The silver haired woman twined her fingers in Audra’s golden hair, kissing her hungrily. Her hips lifted, rubbing her panty masked nethers against Audra’s leg. The blonde hissed at the feel of the heat and dampness of the other woman’s underwear.
Gala broke the kiss, panting. “Want a taste?” she breathed, eyes sparking.
Audra glared at the other woman, but released Gala’s breasts and slid down the other woman’s front. She hooked her fingers in Gala’s panties and tugged them down and off, baring her clone’s hot quim and tight pussy. For a moment Audra could only stare at those puffy pink lips, a lump in her throat.
“Not bad, hm?” Gala purred, rolling her hips enticingly. “Alistair seemed to think so.”
Audra gave her a sharp look. Gala giggled, eyes sparking. “Whoops! Did you not want to know? He was sooo eager to find out what was happening to you he was willing to eat me out. Mmm. But I can see why you keep him around. A mouth like that and a cock like his would be hard to give up.”
“Shut up,” Audra hissed.
“Then maybe you should be making me scream instead,” Gala said with another inviting twitch of her hips.
Audra winced and leaned down towards Gala’s pussy. The scent of her arousal was both alarmingly familiar and yet subtly strange. Something almost chemical about it. Despite herself Audra found she was curious. It would hardly be the first time she’d tasted herself. Often she’d sucked a man’s cock after he’d fucked her, or licked clean a finger that had brought her to orgasm. Her tongue flicked across Gala’s lower lips, then she bent lower and kissed her clone’s hot cunt.
“Oooh,” Gala moaned as Audra’s tongue glided up her dewy slit. Her thighs closed, trapping Audra against her cunt with a panting gasp. “Mmm! That’s good! You’ve got… ah… such wonderful lips… ahn… Audra… So that’s where I… mmm… get it from…”
Audra tried to tune the other woman out. Her tongue dipped into Gala’s snatch, running up the twitching inner walls, plunging inside as Gala gasped and bucked.
“Ah! F-fuck! Yes! Just like that my… mmm… my better half,” she giggled. “Alistair… was just as good… ah… though. And it was… mnn! So good fucking him while he… he thought I was you. His hard cock just… ah… pounding into my cunt while I bounced on him. Oh he was so fffffffffffuuuuuuck!” Gala moaned, her breath shuddering as Audra abandoned any pretence of teasing and went straight for her clone’s clit.
“Ah!” Gala gasped, arching, quivering breasts raised as her hips lifted her cunt towards Audra’s pleasuring tongue. “Ooooh fuuuuck! Yessss! Right… there! Oh f-fuck! Yes! S-suck it! Suck my clit A-Audra! Fuck! Nnnn!”
Audra did so, her cheeks flushed with anger and a strange treble of arousal. She tongued Gala’s clit, driving the other woman wild, guided by the tightening and loosening of the thigh’s around her head.
“Ah! F-fuck! Close! I’m… mnnn… I’m…”
Audra waited until she could fairly feel Gala tottering at the plateau of pleasure, then leaned forward, and gently bit down on that buzzing bead.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” Gala screamed. Her orgasm was thunderous, her body tightening around Audra like a vice as she screamed her height into the ceiling, soaking Audra’s face with the sudden flood of her juices.
Panting, Gala’s thighs collapsed, releasing Audra. The blonde lifted her face from Gala’s quim, panting, head spinning with the flood of Gala’s scent. The other woman watched her, a smirk fluttering on her lips.
“Oh… That was good…”
“Yeah,” Audra gasped.
“Almost as good as his… cock in me…”
Audra’s face hardened.
“Oh don’t be that way,” Gala breathed. Like a snake she lifted herself off the bed, wrapping her arms around Audra neck and mashing her breasts against Audra’s own. Audra sucked in a breath as her sensitive mounds pushed against Gala’s, her clone’s blue eyes bright with a cruel amusement. “After all, we’re practically sisters. More than that. We should be willing to share.”
“You’re insane,” Audra hissed.
Gala giggled. “Maybe. But I’m also the best chance you’ve got to clear your name and rescue your fuckboy. Awww,” she said, running her thumb along Audra’s cheek, tracing her jaw. “But it doesn’t seem fair, does it? Me getting all the fun. How about some payback.”
“I’d rather cut off my foo-oot!” Audra gasped as Gala cupped her breasts and squeezed.
“Mmmn. The mouth says no, but your slutty tits says oh yes,” Gala giggled as she tweaked Audra’s throbbing nipple, making the other woman gasp and twitch. Still grinning, Gala leaned up and kissed her, soft lips meeting Audra’s hungrily. Audra growled, kissing back, channeling all of her anger into the meeting of that kiss. Gala met her fury with cruel passion, tongues warring. Tasting. Audra sucked in a breath, hips twitching forward as Gala’s fingers slipped under her pants and graced her quim, stroking the sensitive lower lips teasingly. In that instant she yielded the ground, and Gala pushed their tongues into Audra’s mouth, kissing her more eagerly, pushing her back onto the bed.
Audra’s head spun. Arousal thumped through her. Pleasure tingling from her core throughout her body, racing across her chest to throb in her tender nipples. Her whole body was warm with the humming sensitivity of sweet pleasure. Gala’s hands made short work of her clothes, stripping them away, Audra moving lazily to assist where needed. When Gala at last broke the kiss, their lips plumped, their breath fairly steaming the air, Audra was naked, panting, her desire mirrored in the sultry grin of her clone.
“I know what you like,” Gala breathed, sliding her fingers deeper into Audra.
“Oh?” Audra gasped, cupping Gala’s breast and squeezing.
“Yesss,” Gala moaned. “I know you like getting fucked. You love to kneel before someone and just… take it. Be a naughty little cum dump.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” Audra hissed, pinching Gala’s nipple peevishly.
“Mmm! Don’t I?” Gala moaned, pushing her fingers into Audra, making the agent gasp and arch. “Who knows you better? I’m you. Sure I’m evil, but fuck me if I’m not more honest. You love having your slutty tits played with. Your pretty little cunt used. You’re a slut, Audra. And you love being a slut. Everything else is just pretense.”
Audra’s heart hammered. She wanted to deny it even as fingers so similar they may as well be her own played her like a harp, plucking the strings of pleasure in her cunt to send her breasts heaving with laboured breaths.
“You’re… wrong…” Audra gasped.
Gala giggled. “We’ll soon see. Won’t we.”
And she was kissing her again. Audra moaned. Anger warred with pleasure as she tightened her grasp on Gala’s breast. Gala gasped, arched. She broke the kiss and Audra ducked her head, lips locking on Gala’s nipple.
“Ooooh!” Gala moaned as Audra nibbled and swirled her tongue around that tender nub. “Oh f-fuck! You do… ah… know how I like it!”
Audra said nothing. The pair rolled against each other, wrestling, touching, tasting, locked in a battle of sapphic pleasure. Gala keened with a voice that might have been Audra’s own as she came again. Audra moaned, the cry torn from her like the orgasm atop Gala’s plunging fingers.
Dominance wasn’t the aim. Only the struggle. Only the seemingly endless gasping. Panting. Touching. Stroking. A battle neither would admit defeat to even as sweat gleamed on their flawless flesh like diamonds, breasts aching with pleasure, mouths gasping, locking, kissing.
Audra lost count of her heights. They bled together. A ceaseless stream of debauched pleasure as she warred with her clone. Hated the copy stolen and bred from her. Time lost meaning. Only the bed. The blankets and the sensuous curvy body moving against hers, a copy but for the silver hair that tangled in her fingers, tugged to elicit a gasp and bare a long throat for a kiss.
Audra didn’t know when it ended. She seemed to rise from a fog as deep as a London night. She lay back, every breath a ragged gasp, her breasts rising and falling as she lay atop the bed.
Beside her, Gala was little better off. The silver haired clone rolled her head, a wicked grin curving her lip and a spark of mischief flashing in her eyes.
“Enjoy it?”
“Fuck… you…” Audra gasped.
Gala tittered again, a sound that ran up Audra’s spine like an icy finger. “Thought so.” Gala hummed as she struggled up, rising slowly off the bed. Audra watched her go, eyed glued to the flawless, perky rear swaying slowly with each step. Gala squatted beside her cast off clothes and dug through the bag before fetching something out. Turning back to the bed, Gala set something on Audra’s stomach, making the blonde grunt. She picked up a bottle uncertainly.
“What’s this?”
“Hair dye,” Gala said, lying on her side like a vision of a renaissance painting. Her grin was again that cocky wicked look. She fluffed her sweat matted locks teasingly. “For that wonderful platinum look.”
Audra shot the other woman a startled glance. “You mean…”
“Won’t it be just delicious,” Gala laughed heatedly. “Sneaking onto the island as me? After I ruined your life looking like you? You have to admit it would be just too perfect!”
Audra felt herself smile and angrily smothered it. “Thanks,” she said, reluctantly. She glanced again at Gala, lips drawn uncertainly. “Why?”
“Hm?”
“Why betray ARM? Why help me?”
Gala’s smile deepened. Her lids lowered, her blue eyes seeming to glow from the shadows. “I don’t mind being a slut, Audra. I love it. And let’s face it,” she said, her voice growing lower. “If Sterling gets you. If you end up dead in some alley or locked up in his cells, you know what that means? It means what does he need me for? Best I can hope for after that is being Capria’s slutty little tool.” Gala’s voice fell to a hiss, her blue eyes sparked dangerously. “I’m not a tool, Audra. And I won’t be thrown aside like yesterday’s trash.”
Audra shivered. Pity flickered in her heart. No. Gala didn’t deserve pity. Not after what she did. But Audra couldn’t help that pang as she put the bottle of dye on the bedside table. “I get it…”
“Good,” Gala said. “Now, there’s something in the middle of the island’s complex. I don’t know what it is exactly. It has something to do with satellites or… something. Only Sterling is allowed in and a bunch of tech boys. But if you don’t deal with that, he’ll be able to find you no matter where you do. Take that down, rescue Alistair, and the island goes with it.”
Audra snorted. “Yeah. Simple,” she said, chafing with annoyance. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to fuck up Sylvester Sterling’s schemes and generally make herself a gigantic nuisance. It was that Gala made it seem like Audra was working for her. But then, she had other balls in play that no one had seen yet… “Anything else?” Audra asked.
Gala’s lips again rose in a wicked smirk. “Hmm. Well, there’s certain passcodes you need to know too,” the other woman breathed, sliding down the bed. She parted Audra’s thighs.
Audra tensed. “I need to know?”
“I’ll spell them out for you,” Gala said with a flirty grin. “Read my lips,” she said, pressing a kiss to Audra’s quim.
Audra groaned as Gala’s soft lips stroked against her cunt, forming letters and words with a dipping tongue and soft kisses. There were going to be a number of tries to this…
Infiltration
The Isle of ARM.
Audra didn’t know what she expected. But by God, it hadn’t been this.
The sleek silver aircraft cruised above the sullen chunk of land. A single peak rose from the middle of the rocky island. Volcanic if she had to guess. Barren dark rock sprawled across the shores, rimed with ice from the frigid sea and its foaming waves. A bay was cut in a half moon shape from the rock, and near another shore she made out the distinct form of a runway and landing pad.
The building itself was immense. It formed out of the peak in the middle of the isle, sprawling with cold cement and steel. The upper slopes of the center island structure were a mass of relays and dishes all aimed upward, a communication array like Audra had never seen in her life. She stared in awe at the sheer scale of the industrious island, a complex that could house an army of technicians and men. And all of it hidden from the eyes of the world.
She shivered. She’d grown up in the world of espionage. Secrets, lies, and the work of spies had been her bread and butter all her life. Yet there was something so deeply unsettling, terrifying even, that such a thing could be so easily be hidden from all the world. Audra shook her head, her silvery hair fanning about her face teasingly. The dye had worked as Gala had said, but by the time Audra had emerged from the bathroom the other woman had been gone, leaving nothing but the heavy scent of sex in the room. Audra sighed, again turning her attention to the dark landmass rearing from the waters below. She dug the broken phone from her pocket and again put it to her ear. “Alright. I’m here.”
“Good,” the voice of her nameless benefactor said. “Once you land, I won’t be able to contact you anymore. It will be up to you to do the rest.”
Audra nodded grimly. She was used to solo missions. Had preferred them, in fact. At least, before G7. Before Alistair… She shook her head. No good moping. She’d see him again or she’d be dead. She snorted. She knew which of those she’d put money on. She didn’t like trusting her clone, and the night of maddened sex they’d shared only emphasised her unease. “What can I expect?”
“High security. Your flyer is a masterpiece of stealth and is staying out of their radar. But you’ll be hard pressed once you land. The facility is heavily guarded.”
Audra chewed her lip. “And Alistair is down there?”
“Your clone said he was.”
Audra winced. “I don’t trust that psycho farther than I can throw her. I need to know. Is he?”
“He is indeed.”
She sighed, feeling both relieved and vaguely defeated. She’d almost hoped Gala had lied to her. She eyed the grim island tiredly. “You haven’t even told me who you are.”
“Ah Vixen, you should know better. I promise I’ll tell you more, but that very much depends on your fate here. If you are captured, then I have no intention of letting you reveal my name or just what I am about.”
“I am a spy. I’m trained not to talk.”
“That you are. But we both know everyone has their breaking point. And ARM is more than effective at finding it.”
Audra bit her lip to prevent another outburst. She didn’t begrudge her strange benefactor that. But stress tightened her muscles and her stomach into knots. She closed her eyes, took several slow, deep breaths. “Fine,” she grunted at last.
“Good luck, Vixen. I really do hope you get out of this alive.”
“Yeah.” She took the phone away and shoved it into her pocket. She touched the flier’s controls, banking it down towards the shore. “Me too…”
She guided the little craft down towards the rocky eastern shore, out of sight from the main grounds. The controls of the glider were so simple an idiot could fly it. Which was understandable, considering who made the thing. Audra grimaced. She hoped Maxine would be okay. But much of it depended on how
this went.
The flyer skimmed across the freezing waters, coaxing along to the rocky shoreline. The bay was the only real docking area, and she wouldn’t dare try and take on the airfield. Fortunately, Maxine’s little flier was built for other approaches.
Audra touched the controls, the narrow engines on either side of the craft tilting. The flyer rose slowly along the edge of the cliffs until she found a good spot to set it down. She eased into the cover, the little craft jolting as she landed. She popped the cabin, the pressurized air hissing and the cold rushing in immediately. Audra shivered, pulling the heavy winter coat tight and climbing free.
A grappling hook provided the means to finish scaling the black rocks, hauling her to the lip. She climbed over, touching her weapons reassuringly before setting off across the volcanic shore. The wind was bitterly cold and rushed straight through her, freezing her to the bone despite her coat. The barren shore held only low clutches of moss here and there, leaving her to pick her way carefully towards the complex.
She closed with it soon enough. A doorway opened out into the wind blasted landscape, two guards standing there at attention. They were dressed in heavy white winter jackets, hoods up, balaclavas masking their features and dark goggles against the glaring sun. Submachine guns danged from their hands. Taking a deep breath, Audra closed the distance.
It was strange to be using a disguise so blatantly. Stranger still that the asset that had made her so noticeable would now work more subtly. The two guards stiffened as Audra approached, guns rising an inch before they caught themselves. It took all she had to walk up to those two men without betraying her fear. Her heart hammered but she schooled her face. If they killed her now, there was nothing for it.