Becca XXX - Spring Tide Ch. 07

Now I was behind her I could see that she was armed. There were two long, straight objects strapped under her blazer at the back; I could see their outline as she moved. They didn't look like guns; more like knives or batons, but it was hard to tell.

We made it to the upper balcony and The Crow led us to the far corner. The décor wasn't much better up here. The wallpaper was peeling and the furniture looked old and worn, except from one section which we were heading for.

In the corner of the room, the area had been carpeted with a huge dark grey rug and there was a single black chair with purple cushions in the corner. It looked like a throne and was fringed by two large black fabric sofas laid out in an L shape facing the throne. Dark purple cushions were scattered around and there was a low coffee table in front of the sofas.

"Take a seat," The Crow gestured, climbing into her obvious chair with its commanding position.

Pretty Eyes placed the tray on the table and carefully laid out the four shot glasses in a perfect line.

Natalie sat on the left sofa and I sat on the right. This all felt as theatrical as The Crow and I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

"Welcome to The World's End," said The Crow, reaching her arms out to the side to emphasise where we were. "I have to say I'm surprised to see you again, Becca."

"Likewise," I said. "Although I'm not surprised by your reception committee."

"Needs must when you're a wanted woman," she replied. "Although the interest in my whereabouts by the authorities seems to have waned somewhat. The news report said I'd been re-apprehended and that I was back behind bars. I'm guessing you had something to do with that?" she said steepling her fingers and leaning back in her throne.

"What makes you think it was me?" I quizzed.

"Becca, I might be a psychopathic criminal, but I'm not stupid. The way you carried yourself in prison, the way you took out my teams, the way you helped me escape, and the way my name was cleared - that takes very special skills. I just needed it confirming and you've certainly done that looking at what you did downstairs. What are you, MI5? Special forces? Secret service?"

Nicole passed me and Nat a shot and we both took it before she picked up two more and moved to her mistress's side.

"None of the above," I said holding my drink out to her.

The other three held theirs out and waited for some sort of toast.

"To the lies we tell and the truths we wish to believe," said The Crow.

It seemed apt and we all drank down the fiery liquid.

"Lies and truths," I repeated.

"Clase Azul Anejo Tequila," gasped The Crow. "Probably the best Tequila in the world. I only use it for special occasions such as this."

"We're honoured, I'm sure," I smiled.

"So, why are you here, special agent Becca and Natalie?" she asked.

I didn't know if she knew who I was or if she was phishing for information. My true identity was locked away so deep that even I forgot who I was sometimes.

"We need your help," I said.

"And why would I help you? We weren't exactly best friends in Bronze, were we? You and your little gang of freaks caused me a lot of problems. How is Melody and the geek brigade by the way?" she smirked. "I see you got Naomi and cousin IT out of there pretty damn quick."

"I could say the same about your talkative girlfriend here," I laughed, glancing at Nicole. "Why don't you go first?"

They both stared at me and then a smile crept over The Crow's face.

"Of course. Where are my manners," she replied. "After I broke out..."

"After I got you out you mean," I corrected her.

"Touché. After we escaped," she met me halfway. "I came here to a place of sanctuary. My Sisterhood had already found a secure location and Mave downstairs was more than willing to accommodate me."

"Yes, she seems very hospitable," I replied sarcastically.

"Life is hard on a lot of people, Becca. The only way to fight it is to be hard back," she scowled. "Don't pretend to understand our world. You were never really part of it even in prison. Your whole life is a pretence."

I paused for a beat and then nodded in submission. She was right about that - my life was one of illusion.

"I laid low for a while, but I couldn't live being apart from Nicole," she looked up at her with adoration and they smiled at each other, before turning back to me. "I needed to get her out and I knew just how to go about it."

Her tone was steady and calm which is what always made her so intimidating. Even her telling me this story was giving me goose bumps.

"I remembered back to Bronzefield when I first arrived. The first time the governor raped me in his office, he wasn't alone. He had a member of the prison board with him. He joined in of course and that's when they formulated their little plan to set up a rape room in the basement of Bronzefield. They told me I would always win and that days would be taken off my sentence according to how many men used me."

"I remember their sick little game all too well," I replied, thinking back to my time in that room. "They got their comeuppance in the end."

"Not all of them," she spat. "The guy from the prison board never attended the basement rape parties - he preferred a more one on one experience with me. It also meant that he wasn't implicated in any of it when you and Melody blew the whole thing wide open. He was still at large and got away Scot free."

"But you found him?" I guessed out loud.

"Yes," she smiled. "I paid him a little visit at his home address and persuaded him to let Nicole out of prison."

"Dare I ask how you persuaded him?"

"It didn't take much really. I subdued him with chloroform, tied him to a chair and doused him in lighter fluid," her eyes sparkled as she relived her revenge. "The first thing he saw when he came around, was me standing in front of him with a lighter in my hand, gently flicking the roller."

I could only imagine how terrifying that must have been for the guy. He'd already know about the seventy rapists she'd burned alive in the basement of the prison. He'd know what she was capable of.

"I told him that if he didn't get Nicole out of prison by the end of the week, I'd be back to finish the job," she gave a wicked smile. "He agreed to help me and I spared his life... for now."

"And now here she is," I smiled. "Full of the joys of spring."

Nicole flipped me the bird and gave me a fake smile in return for my sarcastic comment.

"Yes, we were reunited. It's funny what the threat of being burned alive will do to a man, but I know he wasn't responsible for clearing my name," The Crow continued. "That means it must have been you. So, I'll ask you again, who the fuck are you, Becca?"

I paused for effect, but I knew I'd have to tell her.

"I work as a private military contractor for a group that doesn't even have a name. We do the governments deniable dirty work when all else fails or is tied up in red tape. I wasn't in Bronzefield for killing a drug dealer," I stated. "I was working undercover to find a wanted terrorist and the only way to do that was to get arrested and seek out my target's daughter in Bronzefield."

The Crow picked up on it quickly.

"Melody," she said. "I knew there was something wrong with that bitch. She was the terrorist's daughter?"

"Yes, but her name wasn't Melody; it was Sasha Hamilton. Her father was the leader of a terrorist organisation known as The Generals. Our escape from prison was merely so that I could win her trust so I could use her to get to her father," I explained.

"How thoughtful of you. Did it work?"

"He's dead if that's what you're asking," I laughed.

"You killed him?"

"No, Sasha did. It turns out that she wasn't too happy about being repeatably raped by her father and when he forced her to marry him, it was the final straw."

"Wow, I suddenly have a new found respect for Melody," she smirked. "Maybe we weren't so different after all."

"Maybe not. Before her father died, he told me that our country was under threat from an imminent Russian attack... something big happening in Sennen Cove."

"Sennen Cove. Why there? There's nothing down there to attack, is there?" shrugged The Crow.

"That's what we thought too, but the Russians are definitely down there and involved in something. We just don't know what it is yet. So far, we've infiltrated a gang of rapists who have been coercing young girls into a life of drugs and prostitution. We tricked the gang leader, Valentin, into blackmailing us and we were taken to his house last night."

"And I'm guessing it wasn't a cocktail party?" she hissed with hate in her voice.

"More like a cock-rape party with fifty men," giggled Natalie.

"For fuck's sake," spat The Crow. "It's like Bronzefield all over again. That's why I do what I do and seek out these fuckers and set them on fire. Is that why you need my help?"

"No... at least not entirely. We can handle the revenge side of things, but we need to keep things quiet until we find out what's going on. Valentin is harbouring a Russian mercenary team and until we find them, we need to stay undercover. We accidentally saw a video of the head mercenary with a kidnapped girl on Valentin's laptop, but it's locked in a safe at his private mansion."

"And?" she shrugged.

"And we need to get into that safe and see what's on his laptop. It looks like the kidnapped girl might be a clue as to what's going on down there," I continued.

"And what do you want me to do about it?" asked The Crow. "I don't do government work. I'm more of an anarchist rather than a conformist."

"We need you to break into the safe," said Natalie, in a matter-of-fact tone.

"What?" gasped The Crow.

"We've heard a rumour that you can crack safes," I added. "That's why we're here."

"I can't crack safes," she laughed.

Both of our faces dropped. Had Arrow got this all wrong? Had we made the journey to my old adversary and defeated her Sisterhood for nothing?

"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling deflated.

"I have no idea how to crack a safe.... but she does," she looked up at Nicole and smiled.

"You're a safe-cracker?" I directed my question directly at Pretty Eyes.

She winked and nodded at me just once.

"She's done it many times," said The Crow. "We often need criminal information about rape networks and it's usually locked away in a safe. Nicole can do it, but what do we get out of it?"

"You owe me for getting you out of prison," I snapped. "This will repay your debt."

"That debt was repaid when I killed all those sick fuckers in the basement for you. That's true repayment after what they did to us."

"That's revenge - not repayment. There's a big difference. You'd still be in there being fucked by the governor and his perverted friends if it wasn't for me. Besides, just think of how many rapists this will bring to justice when it's all over. We're pretty sure there're other girls being held at the house. They're probably drugged off their tits and used by Valentin's clients whenever they feel horny. We can put a stop to all that, shut down Valentin's network and find the mercenaries we're looking for. It's a win for all of us."

"How many girls are held captive?" the Crow asked sternly.

"We have no idea, but it must be a few judging by how many men used us," Natalie added. "If you're all about retribution and doing what's right to save women from rape, you need to help us get into that safe."

The Crow's eyes narrowed and stared daggers at us both, deep in thought. Then her facial expression changed and a smile crept over her face.

"Ok," she said. "We'll help, but only on one condition."

"What condition?" I quizzed, fearing the worse.

"You both get initiated into The Sisterhood."

"I've already been initiated... remember?" I replied. "In your cell."

"That wasn't an initiation, you stupid bitch," she hissed. "That was for my own personal pleasure. The initiation will show me how committed you are to stopping rapists. If you do that, we'll help you."

"What does it entail?" Natalie asked.

Pretty Eyes was smiling from ear to ear so it looked like it was going to be something she enjoyed as much as The Crow.

"The sharing of blood," said The Crow. "It's pretty painless, but it will show your allegiance to the cause."

Natalie and I looked at each other and shrugged. I knew how steadfast The Crow was about her rituals and how she always needed to feel in control. If we wanted her help, we'd have to go through with it.

"Ok," I agreed. "Where and when?"

"Here and now," she replied.

I felt an involuntary twitch in my knickers as my clit throbbed. Just being in the presence of someone as unpredictable and unhinged as this woman made me wet. Last time we'd fucked, she made me inflict pain on her by biting her pussy lips and drawing blood. She then did something similar to me by biting my ear and then chewing on my clit as I had the orgasm of a lifetime. The feelings I'd felt that day had haunted me and, in a way, I craved feeling that way again. Helpless, but in control. Frightened, but ecstatic. In pain, but feeling intense pleasure.

"Right here?" quizzed Natalie. "In the pub?"

The Crow suddenly snapped upwards like a ghost rising up from a dead body. It made us both jump, but Nicole had obviously seen it all before.

"Follow me," The Crow smiled.

She walked past us and headed for a door that said: Staff Only. Pretty Eyes was never more than two steps behind her, glancing over her shoulder and finally giving us some form of communication. She wasn't deaf, but apparently mute so she used sign language.

I wasn't trained in languages never mind signing, but I understood. Nicole pointed at each of us then made a swirling motion with her hand and pointed in the direction of the door. It didn't need explaining and we both glanced at each other and obeyed. Nat gave me a worried look, rolling her eyes as if to say: 'what the fuck are we walking into?', but I just nodded to tell her that everything was going to be ok.

I had no idea what was about to happen and, although I was fearful, I was also excited to see what she had in store for us. My erect nipples rubbed against my vest top and once I was standing up, my juices flowed out of my aroused pussy and into my knickers as though I'd suddenly peed myself.

"Mave. Close the bar for the rest of the day," bellowed The Crow. "We don't want to be disturbed."

"Yes, Ma'am," she shouted back.

We made it the few paces to the door and The Crow opened up and went inside. Pretty Eyes followed with us close behind.

We now found ourselves in a new environment which looked like the living quarters above the pub. It was a long dark corridor with doors off each side. We passed a bathroom which had seen better days and a kitchen-diner in an equal state of disrepair. A living room was next with a thread bare carpet and sagging sofa in front of an old television set.

She certainly wasn't living the high life right now, but things improved when we got to the last door on the right - it was the bedroom.

We pushed inside and I noticed it was painted black on three of the walls and dark purple where the bed was situated. The room looked like something from a horror film and I half expected The Addam's Family theme music to start playing as we entered the large boudoir.

The carpet was plush and black and there was a huge four-poster bed positioned against the back wall. It was ornately decorated with black and purple curtains and pure white satin sheets. I remembered back to my time in The Crow's cell in Bronzefield and this room looked similar. She had a thing for blood and by the time we'd finished our twisted fuck session, her prison cell bed sheets were stained red. I had a feeling something similar was about to take place.

There were a couple of black bedside tables next to the bed and a large wooden chest at the foot of it. Under the window there was a low round coffee table with a pentagram painted on it in white paint. At each of the five points of the star there was a chair with purple seat cushions to match the rest of the décor.

This was The Crow's inner sanctum and I wondered what she got up to in here with her mute girlfriend. The final item of intrigue was a pure white towel draped over something on the coffee table. It looked like there was a bowl or dish under the towel from the shape of it, but my focus was still on the two women we'd walked in with. I still needed to keep my wits about me with these two until their intentions were truly revealed.

"Nice place," I said, with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

I wanted her to know that I still had some fight in me and that I wasn't taking her orders lying down.

"It's only temporary," she replied. "Now that my name's been cleared and Nicole is out of prison, we can reconvene The Sisterhood properly, but this will suffice to initiate you both. Sit down."

She pointed at the chairs around the coffee table as Pretty Eyes closed the door behind us. Another five-pointed star inside a circle had been painted onto the back of the black door, and it reminded me of the one The Crow had tattooed on her anus. I was sure it had some sort of Gothic meaning, but I didn't like to ask. I was more interested in where this was heading.

We both took a seat next to each other, but The Crow remained standing. Nicole moved over to join her and started to take her blazer off. Her white vest top underneath revealed that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her dark nipples showed through the thin fabric and that's not all that was revealed.

She was wearing a white leather harness which crossed over her shoulders and formed a cross over her back. As she turned around to place her blazer on the chest, I saw a flash of two long knife handles. Natalie noticed them too and gave my foot a gentle kick to make sure I'd seen them.

The Crow picked up on it and turned to look at Nicole and then back to us.

"Relax. If she wanted you dead; you'd be dead already," she smirked. "You may have got the better of her in Bronzefield when she was unarmed, but when she's got knives in her hands, she's deadly. What's about to happen in here is all about trust and letting go. You need to stay calm and keep and open mind. Let us begin."

Nicole turned back towards us and I could see the knife handles sticking out under her armpits. Before I could blink, she crossed her arms behind her back, gripped the knives and pulled them downwards out of their sheaths. There was a ting of hard steel as the weapons were drawn and she spun them around in her hands before stopping dead with the blades out in front of her like a ninja.

The knives were double-edged daggers and around seven inches long. The thin blades were only an inch wide at the widest point and tapered sharply to the tip. The cross-guard wasn't much wider than the blade which made me think they were custom made. Daggers are predominately used as a stabbing weapon which is thrust into the soft parts of the body and they usually have a wide cross-guard to prevent the hand from slipping down the handle when it's used. The central spine of the blades were black like the handles, but the cutting edges were silver and looked as sharp as scalpels.

"You're not filling us with confidence," I said nervously. "Where are you going with this?"

Pretty Eyes gave her daggers another spin and they went from pointing upwards like cutlery to pointing downwards like the stabbing weapons they were. In the blink of an eye, she slammed them both down onto the table in front of her and took a seat next to Natalie before letting them go. They twanged in the woodwork before coming to rest. Her eyes looked at each of us in turn and then at her mistress.

The Crow nodded and took a seat next to me as the theatrics continued.