by Jay Aury
“Gentlemen,” she said. Confidence. Look like you run the place, and no one will think otherwise. The pair watched her step between them, their tinted goggles dark. Audra’s hand hovered for a moment over the keypad. If Gala were betraying her…
Too many doubts. Only action mattered. But Audra still held her breath as she tapped in the code Gala had provided. The door slid open with a hiss, and Audra sagged with relief and stepped inside. Into the belly of the beast.
The door slid shut behind her, sealing with a clack. Audra exhaled slowly, her head pounding.
Now. Where were the cells…
Audra started off slowly, recalling Gala’s directions. She tried not to show her nervousness as she walked down cold steel corridors lined with glowing lamps. Occasionally the walls made way for naked stone. Doors occasionally opened into the cold steel corridors. Now and again guards marched past or men in labcoats on their own business. Audra tried not to meet their eyes, throwing into her stride that sultry swing she noticed Gala used. She took a slow breath, letting it out. Silence radiated through it but for the low hum of machinery and the gasps of heating vents. Audra grimaced, wondering just how long ARM had been here. The sheer extent of this work alarmed her more than a little.
“Gala!”
Audra’s heart stopped at that voice. She spun about, eyes widening in horror at an all too familiar face. Gravity defying breasts bound up in a tight fitting jacket, her figure that shapely hourglass that nature aspired but could never properly achieve. Tumbling red hair and green eyes so piercing with confident cruelty it turned Audra’s blood to ice water.
“Capria,” Audra breathed, stunned beyond words.
“What did you say?” Capria demanded, walking slowly towards her.
Audra felt a horrible moment of panic. But only a moment. Her fear focused her on the curvaceous sadist, her thoughts filled with a sudden flood of memories about the busty seductress, and in an instant, she knew exactly what someone like Capria would want from Audra’s clone.
Burning with shame along with that racing terror Audra slowly bent her knee, bowing her head before the statuesque woman. “S-sorry, Mistress,” Audra said meekly as she kneeled in the middle of the corridor. “I was startled…”
“Hardly an excuse,” Capria sniffed. Audra fought to suppress a shudder as she kneeled before the other woman. She had little doubt what Capria would do if she knew Audra wasn’t her clone. That said, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know what Capria would do to Gala either. She felt a momentary flash of anger that Gala hadn’t mentioned this. Did she want Audra to fail?
Fear thrummed through her. Did she?
Capria reached down and grabbed Audra’s chin, tilting her head up so Audra was looking at the statuesque dom. Capria’s lips pursed, her eyes growing lidded. “There’s something different about you, slut,” she said.
Audra swallowed thickly. “I… I was on assignment, Mistress. I just got back.”
“Were you, now,” Capria said. Her fingers tightened just a bit on Audra’s cheeks, pinching it. “God I hate that face,” she growled. “You look so much like that whore.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Audra said, for lack of an alternative. The fear was still there, but it had slowly begun to be subsumed by something even stronger. Anger. Anger that Capria Eisen should be walking about, free to spread her cruelty after all she had done.
“Though it is fun to watch you pleasure Alistair,” Capria mused, smirking. “Knowing you fail so completely.”
Oh this bitch…
Capria suddenly released Audra, her eyes bright with cruel lust. “Come along, slut. I have a job for you.”
“Yes,” Audra said, masking the acid in her tone with the greatest of effort, “Mistress.”
Capria didn’t seem to notice any difference, turning and striding down the hall. Audra glanced back at the way she’d been going longingly, but didn’t dare do anything but follow the curvy woman. She glared holes in Capria’s back, yearning to put a bullet in the bitch. But no. She would have to endure it. For now, at least.
That thought carried her after Capria and into a more obviously residential wing of the complex.
Acting
Capria pushed open the door to a room and Audra warily followed her inside. Her eyes flicked about the interior. Was there a camera in here? Were they being watched even now?
She saw little. The room was designed in the same style Capria had on the Isle of Mambo. Retro shapes recalling the sixties with lots of curves and rounded shapes for beds, tables, and lamps. Audra had seen Capria’s old bedroom only briefly, while stealing a list of the curvy sadist’s customers and the women she had transformed into bimbo sluts and sold. Many of those women they’d managed to retrieve. Others…
Audra snapped back to the present as Capria sighed, shedding her coat slowly and draping it on a wide bed. Audra eyed her, hating the busty woman even as she was forced to admit Capria was strikingly attractive. She was bustier than any woman had a right to be, dwarfing Audra’s own palm filling breasts with her gravity defying orbs that couldn’t be natural, and weren’t. Her luscious ass swelled out against her panties to compliment a perfect hourglass shape of her body.
Capria turned, easing down onto the bed. She eyed Audra, brow lowering suspiciously. “Well?”
Audra started. Her mind raced. What? What? What would Capria expect from Audra’s clone? The clone of a woman she hated?
Nervously, Audra slowly got down to her hands and knees. She looked up at Capria with soulful eyes. “Mistress? How… might I serve you?” she asked hesitantly.
Capria shifted in her seat, but her wary glare faded to a look of bemused annoyance. “Hm. Seems you’ve been away for too long, Slut. You’re starting to forget your place.” She cocked her head towards a domed helmet in the corner, the scalp trailing cables. Capria’s lips lifted in amusement. “Maybe we should give you another taste of the mind melter.”
Fear trilled through Audra in a cold shudder. Her dreams rushed back to her with a sudden horrible recollection. She forced a lusty smile on her face. “But Mistress,” Audra crooned even as her stomach twisted with loathing. She crawled towards Capria, face sweet with submissive bliss. “Slut has been away from you for… sooo loooong… She was hoping she might serve you first.”
Audra touched Capria’s thigh, running her fingers up the firm, tanned flesh. Capria inhaled deeply, watching Audra intently with her cruel green eyes. She slowly smirked. “Hmm. Well, it’s not like you’re going anywhere. Are you, Slut?”
“Oh nooo mistress,” Audra crooned. “Please. Use your Slut. She needs you, Mistress. Please…”
Capria sighed and eased back on the bed. “Oh very well. Let’s get started, Slut.” She raised her foot and Audra knew what was expected of her. Sometimes, the spy game was harder than it should be. She touched Capria’s foot, lifting it. Her fingers rubbed the soft flesh, easing the tension, trying to forestall the inevitable.
“Mmm. Good Slut,” Capria sighed. “That’s a very good Slut… Now the tongue.”
Audra swallowed, but slowly leaned in. Her tongue slipped from between her lips and tenderly ran up the pad of Capria’s foot, swirling around the toes.
“Ohhh that’s it,” Capria moaned. “You’re such a good little foot licker, Audra.”
Audra nearly dropped Capria’s foot. She shot a glance up but saw Capria’s face still lidded with dominant bliss. Of course. Of course she didn’t know her. She probably played this game with Gala all the time. Probably took pleasure in humiliating Audra’s clone like she were her. Again Audra felt a sudden stab of pity for Gala, but quickly quashed it. That wouldn’t do her any good here.
Capria cracked one eye open and Audra hastily resumed her efforts on Capria’s foot, swirling her tongue over the other woman’s toes, sucking them adoringly and nibbling on the tips, every pleasured sigh and gasp from Capria twisting the knife of self-loathing deeper. Audra had pleasured her enemies before while under cover. Using her body to get
closer to her obectives. She’d done things she’d never admit but to the bottom of a bottle,. But never had she had such genuine hatred for them as she did this woman.
Capria pulled her foot back with a smirk. “Alright, Slut. Enough of that. I have a present for you.”
Oh that didn’t bode well at all. Audra watched warily as Capria lifted her ass and slipped her panties free. She parted her thighs, revealing her loose quim, lips still dewy. “Lick me out, Slut. I just had another session with Alistair and I’m feeling a bit hot down there.”
Audra felt a sudden flash of fear. She leaned in, running her hands adoringly along Capria’s thighs. “Has he given in yet, Mistress?” Audra asked sweetly. “Has he agreed to be yours?”
Capria’s expression told Audra all she needed to, and for the first time in a very long time, her heart soared with hope.
Then Capria drew back her hand and slapped Audra across the face.
For a moment, Audra could only kneel there, blinking with shock at the stinging pain in her cheek. She shook with fury, and it was all she could do not to reach into her purse, draw her gun, and fill Capria with lead.
“You’ve gotten impudent, haven’t you, slut,” Capria growled. “Maybe I should stick you in the mind melter again. Hm? Make you a nice little obedient slut once more. You’re just lucky it was all I could salvage from Mambo. If I had the pod, you wouldn’t wake up with tits smaller than basketballs and a head as empty.”
Audra sucked in a breath. “Sorry mistress,” she quickly said. “Slut’s been away from mistress so long she forgot.”
And Slut is running out of time, Audra thought with vexation. And it was then that an idea came to Audra. She slipped a hand into her pocket. “Mistress?” Audra said with sweetness she didn’t have to fake. “Slut almost forgot! She’s so dumb sometimes. Slut got her mistress a present!”
Capria sat up a little. “Oh?”
Audra beamed as she drew out a large pink gumball. “Oh yes! Slut bought this for mistress. It’s a special kind of drug. It’s supposed to make you suuuuper sensitive while Slut is licking out your lovely pussy!”
Every word Audra said made her want to vomit, but Capria looked intrigued. “Hm. Give it here.”
Audra held her breath, handing over the gumball. Maxine’s gumball. The sweet little item that had inflated Audra’s tits and made her hornier than a Spanish bull. Capria looked at the ball curiously. “Where’d you get it?”
“R&D, mistress,” Audra said.
“Hm.”
Capria scrutinized the ball a moment more, then, popped it into her mouth. Audra barely dared to hope as the busty woman began to thoughtfully chew, first slowly, then more rapidly, her eyes dimming slowly, her expression growing rapturous and blank.
Audra had no need to imagine what the busty Capria was feeling. She’d felt it herself recently. A sweet, pink haze falling over her thoughts. A heat that spread across her body, focusing in her chest, cunt and ass.
“Thish ish good,” Capria moaned.
“Of course it is, Mistress,” Audra crooned, leaning up. Oh she really shouldn’t… but Audra couldn’t help herself. She slid up alongside Capria, running a finger down the busty red head’s stomach. The other woman gasped, arched, her skin shivering with the sensitivity racing through her. “I bet it feels just wonderful,” Audra crooned, her finger sliding down Capria’s fluttering mons, finding the other woman’s tender slit.
Capria moaned heavily, her thighs quivering as Audra slipped a finger inside her rippling depths, then another, another, her three fingers sliding in and out of Capria’s spacious cunt.
“Mmmmnnnn!” Capria moaned, chewing furiously at the sweet gumball.
Audra’s eyes widened as Capria’s breasts began to swell. Her bra creaked as it struggled to contain a cup size it was never designed to hold.
“Why, what’s the matter mistress?” Audra breathed as Capria moaned with pain, her bra straining. “Are her tits just too big for her?”
“Mnnnn!” Capria moaned.
Audra giggled. “Then, let me… change that.”
She touched the bra, the catch giving away so violently it snapped out like a whip. Capria moaned in relief as her massive breasts burst into the open, her nipples big as Audra’s thumb, her flawless tit-flesh overflowing and soft.
With a curious fascination Audra touched Capria’s breast, cupping the massive flesh and running her thumb up towards the nipples. “Oh gosh, Mistress is so big,” Audra breathed, her fingers plunging in and out of Capria’s cunt more eagerly. “She’s so big and slutty and horny. Isn’t she?”
“Mnnn… I… I…” Capria panted.
Audra smirked, then leaned down and flicked a nipple with her tongue.
“Ahhhhhn!” Capria screamed, arching as she came, her pussy convulsing around Audra’s plunging fingers, sucking them into her hot, sopping cunt.
“Was it good, mistress?” Audra breathed.
“Mnnn,” Capria moaned.
“Does mistress still feel good?”
“Ooooh…” Capria gasped, her green eyes glassy with pleasure.
“Does mistress like being a big titted bimbo slut?” Audra asked with highly unprofessional glee. “Does she like it when I stroke her big… fat… tits? When I finger her sopping cunt?” Audra leaned in closer, her blue eyes sharp as she loomed over the panting woman. “Does mistress want… more?”
“Mnnn!” Capria moaned as her hips bucked, pussy tightening around Audra’s finger.
“Then mistress just has to chew,” Audra breathed as her finger slipped from Capria’s cunt, the digit gliding up and down Capria’s damp folds. “Mistress just has to keep chewing and moaning and blowing big airy bubbles that are as empty as her pretty head as she… just… submits…”
Capria whined, panting, her hips bucking.
“And what mistress really needs,” Audra breathed, lips hovering over Capria’s. “Is a cock. Doesn’t she? Doesn’t she just need a big, thick cock fucking her slutty cunt over and over again?”
Capria’s head moved in a hazy nod. “Y-yesh,” she slurred around the gum.
Audra giggled. “Then why don’t I go and get one for you?”
“Y-yeah. G-go,” Capria breathed.
“Slut is on her way,” Audra breathed, tweaking Capria’s nipple, making the busty woman whine and buck with pleasure. “Slut will go. You just stay here and keep… feeling good.”
As Audra unsheathed her finger from Capria’s cunt, the busty former mistress of Mambo plunged her own finger inside. Audra hurriedly wiped her hand clean on a blanket, slipping out of the room as the moaning Capria bucked and fingered her monumental breasts. Audra had no idea how long Maxine’s gum would last. But she dearly didn’t want to be around when Capria came out of her lust drugged state.
Still, Audra couldn’t suppress a grin as she shut the door on Capria’s moaning cries. “See how you like it for a while,” Audra muttered, racing down the hallway and deeper into the fortress.
Escape
Alistair heard the door of his cell creak open and raised his head as Gala entered. He rolled his eyes. “What this-“
“Alistair!”
He grunted as she threw herself at him, burying her face in his chest. “Oh thank God I found you!”
“Uh… huh…” Alistair said slowly.
Gala lifted her head, her smile breathtaking. “Alistair, it’s me! Audra.”
Alistair lifted a sceptical eyebrow. “This is a new trick, I will admit. But not entirely unexpected.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “The hair?” she said, flicking a finger through the long silver locks. “Not bad, hm? How do you think I manage to break into the isle? Now hurry! We have to go. Now!”
She grabbed the straps that held him down and undid them. Alistair rose slowly, wincing as blood throbbed through parts that hadn’t moved for what felt like days. He eyed her. “This is a good one, I have to admit.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. How’s this, then
. The way we escaped Mambo? You called NATO’s investigative branch. Remember?”
Alistair nodded slowly, rubbing his wrists. “Alright…”
“And von Hammerstein’s castle? The helicopter ride out of it?”
Alistair frowned. “…Alright. Fair enough. I assume you have a plan to get us out of here, right?”
Audra rolled her eyes. “Of course. Here we go!”
She tossed Alistair a guard’s winter uniform. He eyed it with surprise. “You have thought this out.”
“Of course,” she said.
“Hm,” Alistair said, tugging on the uniform. From what he’d seen of his guards, they were motivated and extremely militarized. Tugging on the uniform, Alistair wracked his brain for memories of the men, quickly dressing himself as he recalled their own attire. A guard for a place like this was suspicious. Inflexible. There were rules and regulations which meticulously outlined every possibility. As he stepped out of the cell, his walk was already clipped and measured, his head thrown back and eyes sharp behind the goggles he wore. He held his weapon at ease before him, but in such a way he wouldn’t blink before bringing it up.
He felt Audra’s eyes on him, approving silently. She led him quickly down the corridor and through the cold steel and stone passages.
“What about you?” Alistair murmured beneath his breath. “Even if we escape, the world is still hunting you.”
“Don’t worry,” Audra said back. She touched her pocket. “I paid a little visit to their main computer terminals. I have files on here implicating ARM in the Director’s death and clearing me of that suspicion.”
Alistair glanced at her, nodded, following her down the hall. They moved down some steps, the cool air grown colder. She opened a door, the cold arctic air blasting through in a freezing wall. Before them lay the icy bay. Audra nodded down at a number of speed boats bobbing among larger shipping vessels. “Our tickets out of here.”