Skye Receives New Orders

by emmthaybabe

Summary:

Skye Johnson has been captured by HYDRA agents. She'll be interrogated and will have to fight the direct consequences.

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Chapter 1

Skye lifted her head, opening her eyes and shaking herself out of her sleep. It was dark, and she didn’t know how long she had been out. There was one dim light hanging above her, its beams not quite reaching the corners of the room, leaving them in darkness. In the one in front of her, on the left, stood a man in a gray suit with small, circular glasses. Whitehall. He was charming, but potentially the most sadistic threat she would ever know.

“Are you ready, Skye?” He asked, his arms folded over his chest. His lips were sealed tightly, his chin tilted upward as he looked down at the woman seated before him. Skye hadn’t moved yet, but she took the moment to recognize his question, and to get herself comfortable.

“I don’t know what you’re asking.” Skye said, a reflexive, defensive answer. Why did he have her here? What was he trying? When had she been captured by HYDRA? At that instant, a mild shock hit her, coming from just inside the front of her skull, an inch or so deep. She recoiled, bracing herself against the tight ropes that kept her seated.

“I suspected as much. Thankfully, we have time. I should warn you, we must proceed carefully. There are dire consequences for you. Be careful what you think.” Whitehall stepped out of the shadows to stand opposite Skye at the table, placing his hands in a spread fashion and leaning forward just a touch, the light above drawing his face into focus for her.

Be careful what I think? A gentle soothing replaced the aftershock of the pain that had struck beforehand, and Skye grew nervous. She couldn’t tell what had happened to her, but she was under the influence of a new AI, that much was clear. It was providing direct physical sensations in response to her own thoughts. Skye looked up at Whitehall, who had his permanent smirk on his face now. That wasn’t likely to go away any time soon.

Leaving her stunned into silence, it was Whitehall that picked up the conversation. “I’m glad you understand. Maybe this won’t take as long as I thought. Tell me, are you ready?” If Skye could analyze his behavior, she had to wonder if this is what the man looked like when he was growing impatient. He had a reputation, though, one that didn’t exactly make him known for cracking under pressure, or boiling over when an interrogation became drawn out. There was something else going on with him.

“I should admit something before we begin, Ms. Johnson. I’m sure you’ve heard stories of me. My methods. What might happen to you as a result.” Brainwashing, as she remembered, was the least of her concerns. Her forehead tightened again, burning mildly as she tensed up, feeling the pain running through her. It had worsened, though she couldn’t tell if this thought was a worse sin, or if she was being punished more fiercely for each successive incorrect thought. Whitehall had no reservations about doing far more terrible things to her than slowly increasing the pain. “Some of those things will be taking place, most of the mild variety. But, what I’ve done to you is not entirely for you to become an asset for HYDRA. With you, I’ve gone beyond that.” Skye lifted her head again, meeting his eyes as she tried to imagine the depths of the situation she found herself in.

“You’re going beyond just using the Faustus method on me. And I’m supposed to just accept it?” Skye twisted her face at her captor, struggling against her restraints.

“Yes.” Daniel started, taking a deep breath and focusing on his subject. “Your compliance is vital. It is best that you comply, and I am ready and waiting for your acceptance.” With the distraction of being restrained, having to focus on emptying her head lest her thoughts started doing serious damage to her, it was hard to resist brainwashing on top of it. Focusing on anything else seemed like a quick path to a death sentence, metaphorically, before literally.

“I understand that you’re still struggling, deep inside. Fighting, back and forth. Soon, you’ll realize there’s no fight left. Not anything that needs to be won. Some things are better off left behind, fading within the sands of time.” As Whitehall spoke, he prepared a screen in front of Skye, near the furthest edge of the table. Out of her reach, even if her hands were free.

The screen was controlled by a remote that Whitehall held in his hands behind him, which he maneuvered with practiced precision. Right now, Skye could only watch, regaining her focus to take in what was actually happening on the screen. There was a list of files, the cursor pacing back and forth from bottom to top, as Whitehall checked for a sign of understanding from Skye. Suddenly, it occurred to her that all of the file names were pornographic in nature. A heated blush came to her, quickly, though it seemed her new internal AI had no reaction just yet.

“You’re going to show me porn?” Skye asked, her chest heaving. There was no way that she had been captured by HYDRA and strapped into a chair with Whitehall personally attending for any sort of innocent purpose, but she hadn’t expected this. Yet again, the pain spiked, and Skye winced. This time, she learned what had caused it. Testing herself, she came around to a single thought. HYDRA kept me safe. Ding. A warm blanket of comfort, of ease, descended upon her shoulders, and she easily relaxed into the chair, keeping her eyes on Whitehall.

He took notice of the same thing that she had, but instead, answered the question that she had asked before that revelation. “Yes. Just like I mentioned before, this isn’t just about your service to HYDRA, which will also be quite valuable. This is about more. Call it my personal stake in the matter, no matter what, it’s unavoidable. I’m so glad you’re coming around to it.” Whitehall spoke as if the whole issue was decided, but Skye hadn’t yet deciphered what he meant at all.

It still didn’t click as he did, opening the first file on the list. There was a woman on her knees, a brunette with blonde highlights at the edges. High cheekbones, and a round jaw. Skye could see some similarities, but they weren’t perfect. She was cute. The warm feeling returned, this time, in the center of Skye’s chest, and in the center of her legs. Feeling familiar arousal, Skye shivered, her hands clenched against the arms of her chair.

“What is this?” Skye asked, but Whitehall simply let the video play, still standing with his arms held behind his back. She watched, having difficulty pulling her focus away anyway. She was reminded of what Whitehall had said earlier. There was no fight left, not anymore.

“I’ll make this easy for you, Skye. Just watch the rest of the video. I think you’ll find that things make sense afterward. And you’ll be much more ready to submit.” Submit. That was a new one. She liked it. Her body did too, now, helping her relax as her eyes settled in on the screen again.

The woman on her knees was between a person’s legs. She was giggling, happily fooling around playfully while accomplishing the goal she was clearly striving for, removing their pants. As the camera shuffled, being lifted higher, Skye spotted something strange, that quickly became normalized in her mind. Both of the people in this video were women. The two women were going to sleep together. That’s so… hot. Skye conceded, her brain again helping her along, giving her a warmth between her legs. She tightened them together, gasping for air as her own arousal took her by surprise.

Skye noticed then that the first woman, the one who looked like her, wasn’t wearing much. The camera had previously just shown her face, at a rather close, but still flattering angle. But now, taken back, she was showing off her chest in a tight black bra, a thin white button up shirt with half sleeves lazily on top of it. That was the whole extent of her outfit, everything else laid in a hastily assembled pile just behind her. Her girlfriend, presumably, had indicated toward it a couple times with the camera, while the pair shuffled around undressing the woman sitting on the couch. In the mess, which left the camera on the couch for a few seconds, the first woman had removed her shirt, leaving herself with only a bra.

“Carla, stay still now, remember. Have to make sure everyone can see us, don’t we?” Said the woman on camera, with Carla giving some sort of positive reaction, just outside the frame. Just then, Carla shifted her hips forward, leaning back and lifting the camera again to show off both bodies. Carla was completely nude now, having undressed quickly with the help. The first woman reached up, tracing her hand along Carla’s hip and cupping her breast, using a thumb to flick at Carla’s nipple. Skye’s fingers on her right hand buzzed with a tingling sensation, desperately wanting to repeat the action that she was seeing. The rest of the room had fallen completely silent, the only attention being paid to Carla and her partner.

“Speaking of everyone, we can’t keep them waiting forever, can we now, Lydia?” Lydia, the woman on camera, blushed at her girlfriend now, before quickly shaking her head and then lowering it, ending up between Carla’s legs without further hesitation. “That’s right. That’s the show they wanted to see, isn’t it?” Carla teased, while Lydia nodded, slowly pressing kisses into her partner’s thigh while Carla had put her legs up on Lydia’s back. Lydia picked her chin up, pushing her head forward and planting a kiss directly on her girlfriend’s lower lips now.

At the sight, Skye expected to feel a wave of pleasure between her legs again, just like before, but this one warmed her mouth, easing her jaw open and beckoning her tongue forward. She would be the woman on her knees, and there was no debate about it. As she drew herself back, closing her mouth again and looking forward again, she was the woman on the screen. Skye was there, eating out Carla, her face firmly planted between her partner’s legs. She was so happy to be doing it, the elation clear in her gaze as the minutes ticked on.

“Oh, Skye… Yes, keep going. Do your best for them, they’re all watching, sweetheart.” She heard the name ring out from Carla’s lips just beside the camera. But that hadn’t been the name she heard earlier, had it? And her hair had been… curlier? She didn’t like thinking about it. She stopped, instead remembering that she had always been into women. That made her feel a lot better than the other train of thought anyway.

“You did so well, didn’t you? Do you remember what she tasted like? Or what this felt like?” Whitehall asked, turning her attention back to the screen as Carla tightened her legs around Skye’s head. Skye was an attentive lover, closed eyes, the only distraction being her own hand dipping between her own legs. Everything else was focused on giving her partner the best experience possible. It was all beginning to be a bit too much for Carla, and she had always liked showing off on camera too. She came, pushing a hand into Skye’s hair for a better grip while Skye held her tightly in position with one hand, proud of her work. It became apparent that her other hand was busy working on herself, as Skye opened her mouth from time to time to gather air, not getting enough when her nose and mouth were fully pressed into her girlfriend’s crotch. She did remember, that sweet, sticky joy it had been, even if the details of everything else seemed vague. Whose house were they in? What couch was that on? None of that mattered, it had just been fun. The video faded out with Skye climbing into Carla’s up, the two cuddling up together with warmth taking over Skye, making her feel loved.

“Nothing in the video came as a surprise to you. Isn’t that right?” Whitehall smiled now, charming as ever while the light above tried to betray him by casting a shadowy beam across his face, the darkness elongated by his cheeks jutting out the way they did. “You can trust what you’re seeing in front of your eyes, just as you’ve always been able to. This video was what brought you to my attention. I know about all your other talents, but this… You’re remarkable, Skye.” Whitehall seemed honest, for once in his lifetime. Everything seemed to be in order.

Every last thing he said seemed easy to trust. If he was trying to mislead her somewhere, surely there would have been some evidence? She wouldn’t be able to see herself in the video if she hadn’t been there. It wouldn’t have been her own name spoken. That was impossible. The warmth and the comfort surrounded her, even as she was still held in the restraints. She had already forgotten why she was being held here. Had she done something wrong to Whitehall? Had he even explained why she was being held? Maybe not. Maybe he didn’t have to.

Daniel clicked the remote again, a small button near the top of it that turned the screen off, while he folded the laptop down, leaving it on the edge of the table that Skye couldn’t reach. He stood still, lowering one hand to the table as he spoke again, with the same ferocity he’d embodied before. “Skye, you know you can trust me, but I must reiterate. What is best for you is to comply. Your compliance will be rewarded. Are you ready?”

Skye picked her head up again. “I am happy to serve HYDRA.” Whitehall picked himself up and straightened his dark suit jacket, nodding as he rounded the table slowly. He stood behind Skye, his hands on her shoulders, massaging them firmly.

“You were always the perfect agent. I didn’t have any doubts. All of this noise,” Daniel pat the restraints on her arms, gently undoing the first set of straps on each side, and letting them fall to the floor. “It must seem so unnecessary now. I’m sure you’re confused. Everything will be clear in due time. I have a new mission, just for you.”

Skye leaned back, resting her head against Whitehall’s body, feeling his warmth adding to the comfort that she already felt. She felt accepted as he loosened the restraints, he was letting her out without punishment. Something in the back of her mind told her that this was wrong, that he’d never let her go unless something had gone horribly off course. She winced again, the pressure of the new AI squeezing against her head as she clenched against the arms of the chair again. While it was happening, Whitehall took his hands back to his sides, letting the AI take over instead of delivering the physical punishment himself. Everything ran much more smoothly this way.

Skye took a moment to recover, settling back into her new reality, that Whitehall wanted nothing but the best for her. Whitehall wanted her to enjoy more moments like the one in the video. With that thought in her mind, Skye held her thick legs together, gently driving her hips downward. She was unsuccessfully attempting to hump the chair she was held in, but it only caused further frustration.

She could feel her arousal burning between her legs now, it was a constant signal. It wasn’t just the video, either, her memories of fooling around with Carla, even though she didn’t remember much else about the woman, beyond the feel of her breasts and the taste of her cunt. It was Whitehall too, the strong, domineering figure behind her. She couldn’t remember a bad thought she had ever had about him. Even her confusion about her current situation, tied up in a chair for him, she was only left wondering what she had done to deserve it. She realized quickly that she could always ask, as Whitehall’s hands returned to her shoulders, now on top of them instead of nearer her shoulder blades. “Leader Whitehall, sir. How did I end up here? What did I do wrong? You don’t need to keep me in these restraints, do you?” Skye shook them, on the arms of the chair, appreciating the small freedom of movement granted by the release of the straps on her arms. Whitehall smiled behind her, far from her view.

“Please, Ms. Johnson. Call me Daniel, and relax. You’re safe here, just like you always have been. Restraint is just part of your reintegration. Do you remember where you went before?” Whitehall asked, prying for previous memories that were still leftover after the brainwashing. Skye’s allegiances had been shattered and reversed, but there was a chance she would still retain memories of her previous contacts, especially within the one agency that Whitehall was angling toward. While Skye thought about it, Daniel reached forward, leaning over her and unfastening the second set of straps on her lower arms, freeing them and letting the straps fall. This was usually the make or break moment, either his method had worked, or they’d be spending another few hours together. So far, Skye’s integration seemed flawless.

“I do. S.H.I.E.L.D.” Skye said flatly, taking a deep breath as her chest heaved. For some reason, the name carried an emotional weight for her. What that could be had been lost… She didn’t remember what could have happened to leave some of her memories behind. But there was no reason to fuss about it now, and she couldn’t with the arousal that was overwhelming her. It wasn’t making it impossible to think, just hard enough that she could only fight to remember the important details. She had been undercover in S.H.I.E.L.D for some amount of time, under Whitehall’s orders. Although she had been reintegrated into HYDRA successfully, only a short time remained until she went back to fulfill her purpose again.

“That’s exactly right.” Whitehall continued, his hands moving from the top of her shoulders, to the front of her chest, each one taking a handful of the marvelous breasts that Skye had on display. He squeezed each at the same time, nimble fingers locating Skye’s nipples, stimulating even through the two layers of clothing. Before long, Whitehall removed one from the equation, his right hand tracking back toward her neck and unzipping her suit. Skye’s only response was a moan, and an eager spreading of her legs. She wanted so much more from the man standing above her than just the attention of his fingers. She wouldn’t have to think twice of doing anything that he asked of her.

“I’ll be going back there? Why did I have to come here?” Skye tilted her head back, looking upward to meet Daniel’s eyes as well as she could. He took the opportunity to slip his hands down, slowly leaning over her yet again, fingers tracing along her suit until they reached the real treasure, slipping under the waistband of her tight pants, one hand sliding directly into her crotch to get a feel of Skye’s cunt. It was dripping, and more than ready. As much as he wanted so much more, Whitehall decided to show some restraint by taking his hand back moving in front of Skye and taking a seat on the edge of the table. Skye followed him as he moved, pushing her legs together again to give him space. Centering her gaze on what was directly in front of her, it was only a matter of time before Skye noticed the heavy imprint of Daniel’s cock in his pants. A familiar tingling hit her lips, the same ready feeling that she had just before she had put her mouth on Carla, in the video she was shown. She was ready to serve.

Before she could peel his clothes apart and get to work, Daniel leaned back, his hands falling and dealing with his belt, while he answered her questions. “Yes, you’re going to be headed back, soon enough. As soon as tonight, if everything checks out. As I mentioned, Skye, you’re the perfect subject. You had to come here so I could personally ensure we weren’t losing you. As it turns out, your faith is stronger than ever, isn’t it?” Whitehall allowed himself a smile, this one more genuine.

Skye accepted his answers, and his words from the past rung through her head. There was no fight left to win, and some things were better left behind in the sands of time anyway. What good could it do her to remember what must have been a painful past, when willfully forgetting it made her feel so good? Melting into Whitehall’s arms was everything she assumed it would be, and now, the chance to repay some of his kindness was presented right before her.

She wasted little time in picking her hands up, holding his thighs and letting her fingers climb his legs, both joining up at the center button, pulling away at it and letting the zipper fall. The suit came apart with little resistance, smooth cloth sinking down to his knees where it was caught by Daniel’s outstretched legs. His underwear joined them soon, wrapped tightly around his knees, Whitehall’s cock now jutting out in front of Skye’s face. He wasn’t wet, the way she was, his cock not dripping although it was clearly aroused. She decided to remedy that by leaning forward and gracing him with her tongue, open mouth welcoming him into her warmth.

She couldn’t keep eye contact with the way that Daniel was leaning over her, but he seemed to like holding that power for himself, and holding her head in one of his hands, while the other slipped under the cup of her bra and squeezed at her breast again. She wasn’t opposed to either one, and her own hands were busy with undressing him, and then taking hold of the base of his already erect cock. Her other hand struggled to keep his balls in her palm, but once she could, she brought her mouth to them and sucked one in, letting his cock lay against her face while stroking it. It was hot in the confined space, and she knew it would quickly grow sweaty, but it was all in service of Daniel. That was most important.

He grunted, still holding her hair and using his thumb to tease at her nipple, trying to catch her off guard. With the pleasure buzzing through her brain, and her remaining focus on pleasuring her leader, she had nothing left to notice what he was doing anyway, mindlessly continuing to flick her tongue against his balls, eventually lifting her head and taking the tip of his cock into her mouth, her hand appropriately sliding out of the way. Centered right around his base, Skye got to work on getting there with her mouth as well. A challenging task with the girth that she was presented with, but Whitehall himself had noted her talents, and this was among them.

Skye worked hard, enjoying the praise that Daniel offered her in his light moans and gasps, the stroking of his hand against her hair showing his appreciation. He could take whatever he wanted, the fact that he was allowing her to do the same for the moment meant everything to her. In line with that, though, Skye noticed that his hand had slipped away from her breast, and was now cupped around her chin, her lips forced away from his cock with a string of saliva connecting them. He leaned back, simply staring down at her and appreciating the look plastered on her face. One of sheer amazement, captivation with everything about him. She was fully under his control.

Satisfied with that, Daniel let her go, and Skye obediently went right back to what she had been doing before, lowering her mouth onto his cock and clasping her hand at his base again, stroking what she couldn’t yet fit in her mouth. Daniel let out a heavier breath through his nose, smirking to himself as he pushed his fingers back, grasping the back of Skye’s head now instead. With a light push, he eased along the process of getting his cock into her throat. Bit by bit, the two were brought closer together, with Skye still able to handle all of it, planting a lovely wet kiss against the base of his cock as soon as she could. With that business settled, Skye and Daniel worked together to bring her head back and forth, both doing their part in the movement, with Daniel’s hips and Skye’s head finding a rhythm. Daniel being left in control of both made it all too easy for him.

It wasn’t more than a few minutes later, saliva covering Skye’s chin, every bit of precum already headed down her throat, that Daniel felt himself swelling, ready to explode and certainly just about ready to collapse after Skye succeeded in sucking the life out of him. For some time he had been rendered speechless by her impressive work, everything ending up far better than he could have guessed when his goons informed him that they had a chance to capture Skye Johnson.

Without granting her a chance to prepare, thinking it unnecessary and a bit too kind for his taste, Daniel slowed the rhythm and then bucked the last inch of his cock into Skye’s mouth, plugging it and holding her chin closed while he came, pouring every bit of it into her through a round of pumps from his member. Everything easily escaped his shaft, though nothing was left for Skye’s tongue to taste, all of it ending up directly down her throat as he had intended. While she had been good at delivering head, it was clear that Daniel had just as much experience with directing a woman to do exactly as he wanted, and here more than ever had it worked. Skye dropped the idea of protesting immediately, simply sitting back in her chair and clearing her mouth of the extra saliva.

Daniel brought her forward again to lick his cock as clean as she could without leaving it too wet, as he tucked it back into his suit pants and took her chin in his hand, stroking her cheek with a proud thumb. “Your service is appreciated more than you’ll ever know, Ms. Johnson. Now, while I understand you’ve desires of your own, you have a mission to complete.” Daniel leaned down and planted a kiss on the center of Skye’s forehead, as if completing her complete and total submission to him. “I’m going to assume you already know what that is.”

Skye answered with a nod, fixing her bra and zipping her suit back up. “Of course, Mr. Whitehall. I’m being sent back to S.H.I.E.L.D to gather information for HYDRA. I’ll use my established connections in any way I can. Hail Hydra.” Skye finished, gathering her hands together in her lap. Daniel was truly proud of his newest iteration of his brainwashing method, and the effect that his new artificial intelligence had as well. Skye barely seemed to have any idea that her brain had been changed when she was knocked out. There seemed to be no signs of it wearing off, certainly not any time soon.

“Hail Hydra. Agents will come and collect you when it’s time to leave. Until then, stay put.” Whitehall said, turning around and collecting the laptop before he walked to the door and left the room, only a glance behind him before he stepped out and closed the door, locked from the outside. Skye gathered herself, blissfully burning the memory of the last half hour into her mind. She hoped she would never forget it.

Chapter 2: Melinda May Falls

“If last year has taught me anything, it’s that life isn’t meant to be lived alone.”
- Melinda May

Skye could count on one hand the number of satisfying nights of sleep she had since returning to SHIELD facilities almost a month ago, and three of them had been in the past week. The other two were nights that she spent wrapped up in her partner’s arms, the wonderful Melinda May. The relationship had only started once she had returned from her meeting with Whitehall, but it had been natural. Skye wasn’t a believer in love at first sight, but Melinda showed her the grace of a woman’s touch that she had wanted for as long as she could remember.

The thoughts that she had about her made her head pulse with pleasure. She also remembered fondly what it was like to be there in front of Whitehall, in his presence. The way that he talked, affirming her important role within the organization. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t remember what got her there. Her head pulsed again, a soothing wave over the folds of her brain. Thinking about her upcoming mission was what had helped her sleep better this past week, and she wanted that to continue.

Her directive, her first real mission for HYDRA, was as important as anything she could imagine. She had been told that she would need to infiltrate join a community of gifted individuals, earn their trust and, at pace, betray convert them into HYDRA agents as well. The only issue that Skye saw – thinking about it made her head hurt – was that she hadn’t yet been fully taught the Faustus method herself. If she lost her initial induction over Melinda, she had no way to double down on the hypnosis to retake control of her partner’s mind. She would need to know how to use that power when she trained the gifted community. But she would have to go without it when it came to inducting swaying convincing Melinda to join HYDRA with her.

The conflicting thoughts that remained in her head remained a concern for Skye. Where were they coming from? It had happened more over the last week or so, which was why she had started the process of inducting herself with positive thoughts. Positive thoughts about Whitehall – mmmm – and May seemed to be the most effective. Sometimes especially one or the other, but never a determined path, always just an assortment of thoughts that would come to her. She would soak in the positives and send out the negatives. Strangely enough, thinking about the chip in her head itself hurt, too. Not as much as thinking about her past with SHIELD, but the feeling was there.

That led Skye down a path that she didn’t like thinking about. Not just because of the pain. But did that mean that the chip was real – ow! – or did it just mean that the AI didn’t want her thinking about it? Back to happy thoughts, back to happy thoughts, Skye.

Her progress when it came to getting a grip over her powers had escalated tremendously since her return. She was told just a few days ago that she had grown competent over all but a few fringe abilities that she was meant to have, based on the intelligence that SHIELD had on her.

She wondered if they had bugged her apartment. It was probably better not to talk out loud to herself anyway, wasn’t it? She would be safe. And soon, she hoped she wouldn’t be talking to anyone from SHIELD who wasn’t either Coulson or also a double agent for HYDRA. Melinda May included.

The next morning was routine as ever for Skye, in a comforting way. A good morning text to Melinda, and a second one a few minutes later, asking if she’d like to get breakfast together. Not always possible with the separated work that they did, with Melinda having a highly elevated position within SHIELD, being close to Coulson at all times. But she could make an exception today.

Melinda appeared dressed in her trademark leather jacket, with squared off shoulders and a navy blue undershirt, her dark eyes matching well with her dark lipstick, a deep chestnut tone she had chosen for the day. Skye was waiting at the outdoor table of the cafe they’d picked together, having held off on ordering anything for the two of them until they were together.

Skye couldn’t hide her smile if she tried, crossing her legs over one another with her tight jeans looking painted on. They were the same pair that she had worn during the incident in the interrogation room about a month ago. They had become something of a good luck charm, making Skye feel closer to Whitehall, whenever she needed to talk about him and HYDRA’s mission for her, or whenever she needed some extra enthusiasm for her day. She didn’t overdo it though, wearing them once every week or so. It had only happened to line up that she’d be wearing them today as she worked to convince May to join her. “Hi, love.” Skye started, beaming.

After a kiss on the cheek, May took her seat across from Skye at the table, setting her purse down and checking the menu to make sure they were still offering what she usually got. Skye had checked the night before just in case, but there had been no need to suggest an alternative.

Once their orders were delivered to them and Skye could be assured that they would have some privacy, she brought up the subject, replacing the small talk they’d shared before the waitress appeared at their table. She was a bubbly type, certainly not on the need-to-know basis that a conversation like this would require.

“I think it’d be great for the two of us to get away for a bit.” Skye said, holding her cup of coffee with two hands, her shoulders turned inward to appear smaller. Minimizing her appearance, it was called, a tactic to appear more innocent. Both a safe presence and one to be protected.

“Where to?” Melinda asked. She had a feeling that she knew where this conversation was trending, and she couldn’t be sure if she liked it. The Retreat, a location that she knew the location of and would have free reign to access whenever she liked – and it was currently empty – was a safe place for gifted individuals, a temporary rest stop before they were assigned to more permanent locations. The serene lake and the charming, quiet forest surrounding the location weren’t meant as props for a vacation spot.

The answer didn’t need to be spoken, with Skye tightening her hands around the cup, her fingers coming together. May knew just as well as she did. But she had to put her foot down on this one.

“No, Skye, we can’t.”

“And why not?” Skye had an adorable smirk, but that wasn’t going to cover up what she was asking for here. And while Melinda could disguise any trip to the Retreat, and again, it wasn’t currently being occupied, she had to question why Skye wanted to go there, when they could go anywhere in the world.

“Because it’s inappropriate. I work there, Skye.”

“But not right now, right? And besides, who hasn’t thought about getting inappropriate at work?” Not a directly lewd statement, but the implication was there. The signals in Skye’s brain were firing regularly now as she warmed Melinda up to the idea.

“No, not right now, and… I’ll think about it.” Melinda said.

“Monday.” Skye returned. It was Friday now, so it’d be just three days, the start of the next working week? If she shifted a couple meetings to open slots on Tuesday and Thursday…

“Monday.” Melinda said. Her significant other hadn’t directly felt the influence of the AI, but Skye knew that it was working. HYDRA didn’t have a chip for her, yet. Maybe she didn’t need one to fall in line with the mission.

The two enjoyed the rest of their meal and resolved to enjoy their weekend together before heading for the Retreat on Monday with some time away from SHIELD set to be good for both of them. Just how good it would be, Skye would have to show Melinda step by step.

For Whitehall, there wasn’t a better opportunity than the one that Skye presented him now. Since she had fallen under his influence, and taken on the shift that he had implanted into her nearly a month ago, he had been working, chipping away at different sources trying to nail down the location of a specific group of gifted individuals referred to as the Inhumans. They weren’t at the Retreat, that much had become clear with the conversations he had overheard, intercepted audio of.

He hadn’t had direct contact with Skye since the day of her induction, but with the AI staying with her, he had an inline to some pieces of her thought process. Thoughts about May were almost always active in Skye’s mind, whether she was practicing the usage of her powers, determined by some other signals received from her body through the use of her muscles, or even deep into her own sleep. It was a blessing that he had intervened when he had. If he hadn’t, and something had happened to May, an accident or a faltering in the line of duty fighting HYDRA, well…

He just didn’t know how he would have lived with himself.

Skye didn’t feel great about what she was going to do to Melinda. It would be confusing. Holding her in a room in much the same way that she had been held herself with Whitehall. For the same appropriate cause. Being inducted into HYDRA.

She had already prepared the space. Right in the center of the cabin. Most of the same implements that Whitehall had used on her, leather straps for arms and legs, additional ropes for more pressure and further restraint, even handcuffs if they proved necessary. And a laptop, with some instructional pornography ready to be played. A similar video with Skye and Carla, although Melinda would be seeing it as herself, servicing Skye. And then she would repeat it, and then she would be free.

The first obstacle came when Skye suggested a blindfold in the car. Melinda laughed it off, shaking her head as she pointed out the cameras while Skye was parking the car. On the corners of the building, covering the full spread. Well, almost everything. Skye had learned the blind spots before she had come on her own to prepare this place for herself and Melinda.

“Skye, we can’t let everyone watch us get kinky. At least wait until we get inside, won’t you?”

“If you insist.” Skye said, smiling to herself and taking the keys out of the car. She still held the blindfold in her hands, intent on helping Melinda get accustomed to it once they were inside. It didn’t take longer than closing the door behind them when Skye stepped forward, putting her arm around Melinda and easing her hair back, clearing Melinda’s face and placing the blindfold on her. Melinda reached for her hand, and Skye obliged, squeezing her fingers.

“See? You’re safe, honey. And you’re going to behave for me, aren’t you?”

Melinda blushed while Skye put her hand on the small of her partner’s back, guiding her forward to the chair that she had prepared. She was careful with placing Melinda’s hands on the stiff wooden arms of the chair, making sure that she doesn’t notice the straps until she has one of them wrapped around her arm, slipping the restraint together.

“Skye, what is this? I know I said I was ready. And I am-”

“Then relax, sweetheart. I’m going to take care of you. You’re going to behave for me.” Skye cut off her words, with Melinda relaxing back into the chair and nodding.

“Okay. I trust you.” If only she knew. But Skye didn’t hesitate to wrap the second leather strap around Melinda’s right arm. And then began chanting the first mantra of the Faustus method. Not from memory, but from being taught just before she left HYDRA a month ago. Whitehall must have spoken these words to her just before she realized she was tied into the chair, although she remembered everything before that, compliance was essential to her.

“Skye? Skye? What, what is this?” Melinda says, struggling against the restraints on her arms. Her own mind fights, just as hard as Skye’s did before. A losing battle from the beginning.

Once she has finished the mantra, locking in her initial control over Melinda’s mind, Skye begins the process of probing deeper, of confirming Melinda’s allegiance to her. “This is what I had planned for today. We’ve been so busy, but we have a new path now. One that will bring us closer together, sooner than we could have at SHIELD.”

Melinda grasps what Skye’s implying, her chin picking up as she tries to stare through the blindfold. “Skye? Are you working for them?” She didn’t even want to speak the name of the agency, as she came to know that it was true.

“I am. And so are you. Your work is going to be greatly appreciated here. We’re ready to work with you, and you’re ready to work with us.” She didn’t have all the charm that Whitehall did, but she did have the other trick up her sleeve. The video that she had played for her, a month ago. She opened the laptop on the kitchen table, just in front of Melinda, and picked up the blindfold once it was ready, leaving the black cloth covering Melinda’s forehead.

The woman, still tied at the wrists, stared forward with her eyes going wide. “Skye? You’re in this video! When did you do this? You said a month ago-”

“I know what I said. But you can believe your eyes, can’t you? You’re in this video too.” Skye said, the video paused on its first frame for now, with Skye in between Carla’s legs. Melinda would be seeing it the opposite way, and would slowly replace Carla with a projection of herself. For Melinda, it would be replaying the first time that she and Skye had hooked up, three weeks ago. It had played out almost exactly like the video – by design, Skye’s intention from the start.

“You can believe your eyes. What you’re seeing is the pure truth. You can trust me. You can comply. So tell me, Ms. May. What do you see?” Skye started playing the video, with Melinda taking deep breaths as she took in the scene in front of her.

“The first time we slept together. Sunday night, after that dinner we had… Your room. How did you… You didn’t record us.” True. There hadn’t been a camera in that room. Skye would have asked, regardless of anything else. Even if this hadn’t always been the plan.

“You can believe your eyes. What you’re seeing is the truth.” Repetition was key to locking in the process. To getting Melinda on her side. Once she knew that it was done, they could begin the real fun, and Skye could explain why she needed Melinda involved too. Skye started to undress, patiently folding her clothes and leaving them in one of the other chairs surrounding the table. She was going to do the same for Melinda once the process was complete, but for now she left herself in her burnt orange boyshorts and a light blue sports bra, both contrasting well against each other and against her skin.

“You wore that, that Sunday. What you’re wearing now.” Melinda spoke, her hands flexing, stroking invisible thighs, the same action that her hands were taking in the video. Skye avoided watching the video. If she didn’t mention Carla, it would be much easier for Melinda to believe what she was being told by her own eyes. And it wasn’t true, what she said about Skye’s clothes. She had worn a matching set that night, lacy, dark red. But that truth had been washed away now.

“I’m glad you’re coming around, Melinda. So quickly. I was afraid this was going to be a long night for us.” Skye almost taunted her girlfriend, smirking to herself as she lowered her hands and untied Melinda’s wrists, taking the straps away and setting them with her own clothes. “That must seem so unnecessary, now. How I tied you up. Or did you like it?”

Melinda blushed, revealing more than she intended to. She wasn’t going to fight that truth. Just like the one she saw on the screen, of her mouth paying close attention to Skye’s pleasure. She was hungry for it, her hands working on the outside of Skye’s thighs and carrying them over her shoulders. Skye placed one of her own hands into Melinda’s straight black hair, clearing off her forehead again. One of Melinda’s hands had disappeared from Skye’s thigh, but it wasn’t hard to track its position to see that Melinda had started to play with herself.

“That’s your couch.” Also false, but Skye nodded anyway.

“I told you, what you’re seeing is the truth. You must be so confused about the rest of it. But I’ll clear everything up, in time. For now, understand that I serve HYDRA. And so do you.” Skye repeated, in her own words, what Daniel Whitehall had said to her a month ago. Melinda would go on to say it to so many others once she had her orders. But this wasn’t the time for that. This was the time to close the video, turn the laptop off, and step behind Melinda as she leaned her head back, their bodies together with just one point of contact.

Skye broke from the pattern by lowering her hands to Melinda’s shoulders and massaging them. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of Melinda’s head, making her more comfortable in her new reality. “I want us to repeat what we did a month ago. Not just what we saw in the video. Do you think you can do that, Mellie? From memory?”

Melinda nodded as Skye stepped around to the front side of her. She took off her underwear, tossing them toward the chair on May’s right side, with her other clothes, resting back against the table. Not quite the same position as they had been in on the couch, but that wasn’t going to be an obstacle for either of them.

Skye took a light grip on May’s chin, rubbing her cheek with her thumb and helping Melinda lean forward for her. Copying what May thought she had done in the video, Skye sat back on the table and lifted her legs over the woman’s shoulders. As close as she could get the details in the moment, and much better for May’s integration into the program. May seemed to forget that she had also been undressed for a moment while she was kissing at Skye’s thighs, but the thought came back to her and she started stripping herself underneath her partner.

“Good girl…” Skye cooed, repeating the stroking of May’s hair back as she had seen in the video. Whether it was true or not didn’t matter now. Melinda had believed her eyes, and she had believed Skye. And she shivered as she was praised, letting her clothes slip to the floor underneath the table. Sloppily, and loose, and quick. Not at all the behaviors presented in the video which were Skye’s deliberate and slow efforts to please Carla. But clearly they had taken two different messages from the footage presented.

Why that was wasn’t any matter to think about for Skye. She was happier paying attention to the efforts of her girlfriend now, warm kisses planted on her thighs and then along her lips, with only the lightest bumps of her nose, first to each side of her clit purposefully, and then, finally, directly on it.

“Good girl.” Skye repeated, massaging her girlfriend’s scalp while May forced her head in more, hungrily lapping at Skye and groaning against her girlfriend’s lips. She hadn’t been quite ready for the attention while the video was playing, but now that she could relax and just enjoy herself, she could place herself in the moment and just enjoy it.

Besides, she could use this time to help May get deeper into the mindset of what she would need to do once all of this business was settled.

“It feels good to comply, doesn’t it? It’s going to feel good to serve HYDRA with me. Do you want to know what your mission is now, gorgeous?” Melinda nodded, or the motion was just her rolling her head further into Skye’s cunt. Either way, Skye took it upon herself to answer.

“It was my original mission to…” Skye stopped, moaning as she pulled her legs together around May’s head, responding to the pleasure that she was being granted by her lovely, compliant girlfriend. “My mission was to return to SHIELD, and to start recruiting other members. For that reason, I was taught part of the method that I used on you.”

“The Faustus method.” Melinda said while taking a quick break, looking up at Skye from between her legs. This was her first clear thought from her new reality.

“Yes, I know you remember it. You’ve resisted it before, but our connection is stronger than that. I’m so proud of you for making it this far.” Skye stroked her hand through her partner’s hair again, moving it aside to show off her entire face, just for Skye’s viewing pleasure. May settled into her rhythm again, her tongue sliding between Skye’s lower lips, teasing both sides of them with her broad tongue, heavy against Skye’s skin.

Once Skye got the hint that she was busy, she continued talking about May’s new mission, including just the smallest pieces of information about her own. “You’re going to take over for my mission at SHIELD, when you return. You’ll induct new members when you get the opportunity, and keep me up to date on your progress. I will make contact with those inside HYDRA for you. And…” She groaned out, curling her toes as May got her closer to the edge.

“And you’ll cover for my absence. Invent a story about where I am, and keep in contact with me to keep up the lie. Hide our communications from SHIELD, while I hand them over to HYDRA.” She couldn’t have imagined saying any of these things a month ago, but her compliance had gone well for her, and she needed to continue. And it was the same for May now.

“I’m happy to serve HYDRA.” May announced, unprompted from between Skye’s legs, with Skye giggling, getting her opportunity for a cheeky response.

“Oh, you’re serving me plenty fine just now, honey…”

May buzzed with excitement over the encouragement she was receiving from her partner up above, but she wasn’t near done yet. Despite copying the movement she had seen in the video, she had an entire open hand to grant more pleasure with. She brought it up underneath Skye’s cunt, splitting two fingers apart and pressing them on either side of her, May’s tongue slipping in between.

“Where did you learn that?” Skye said while tipping her head back and staring through the ceiling of the cabin. “And why didn’t you do this to me earlier?” She laughed heartily, her hips wiggling before she settled comfortably again on the table. May didn’t have a good answer for that other than continuing to lap at her lips, her eyes closing and her nose focusing in further on the cunt that she was taking great pleasure from.

That enjoyment shined in her eyes while she rocked her head into Skye’s hips, forcing Skye to ride against her face while her legs gently bounced over May’s shoulders.

“That’s it, Mellie, yes…” Skye said, holding her girlfriend’s head and pumping her hips forward, easing May’s tongue just deep enough into her to curl upward and reach the lovely promised land just a couple inches inside her. Skye started to shiver with orgasm, fingers squeezing locks of May’s straight black hair, messing them up for the time being. Nothing that couldn’t be fixed with a quick brushing during a nice, aftercare-soaked cuddling session on the couch.

Skye couldn’t hold her hips back from bucking against her partner’s face, grinding upward, smashing between May’s chin and her nose. May was patient during all of it, keeping her head and her hand in place, offering both up just for Skye’s pleasure while using her other hand to take care of her own needs. Skye wasn’t in any mood to offer further directions to her girlfriend just yet, but she felt that she had appropriately cemented her dominance over the other woman.

That was going to continue, as soon as the bliss of her orgasm expired. Skye took deep breaths as she came down from it, with May riding through her own and gathering her breath as Skye peeled her legs away.

“You did so well for me, hon. Got your own?” May nodded, with Skye chuckling quietly to herself. That meant that she wouldn’t have to do her own work in taking care of her girlfriend, though she would have been happy to. Now, she would need to ask a series of questions to confirm that the method had taken hold over May’s mind.

“Gorgeous. Can you tell me what your mission is?” Skye asked, getting up from the table and stepping aside to get dressed. She checked her watch once she slipped it onto her wrist again. It was just about time for Gordon to make an appearance. She would be going with him – an Inhuman with no eyes, to a community that he had told her about. It could be the same one that Whitehall had tasked her with finding. And if it was, and she was already trusted there… Infiltration would be even easier.

After cleaning up her mouth and getting dressed herself, Melinda tucks the chair that she was using back underneath the table, standing against its back while she answers.

“I’m headed back to SHIELD. I’m to keep in close communication with you, covering for you when I’m asked by any agents there. And take what opportunities I can to convert more members to the cause of HYDRA.”

Skye smiled, leaning in and kissing her cheek. “And before you leave here, what are you going to do?”

“Shower?” May asked, getting a nod from her girlfriend. “Oh. And take care of the laptop. The cameras didn’t spot it coming in here, so I should disguise it on the way out, shouldn’t I, miss?”

“Clever girl.” Skye says with a wink, checking her watch again. “I won’t have time to join you. I’m leaving soon. I’ll be leaving now. Coulson doesn’t know where I’m going, so I’m going to leave through one of the blind spots I found last time. You know the plan, if they check the footage. Hail HYDRA.” Skye hugged May who returned the chant after before they separated.

Away on the other side of the lake, Skye waited for Gordon, who approached the lake and stared out across it.

“You can’t see the water, can you?” Skye asked, stepping up to his side. He briefly turned his head to her direction while he looks at the Retreat itself. There was no need to worry about the cameras out here, but her meeting with Gordon wouldn’t be suspicious one way or the other. Not when May would have all of the answers that she needed to have.

“I can sense it. Same as the way I sense you, but less intense. Living things are a much more direct presence in my mind’s way of taking it all in.” Gordon says, fixing his jacket over his shoulder and thumbing back toward the road. “I want to get away from the cabin before we teleport. If SHIELD has any way of detecting energies built into the place, it’ll be safer this way.”

Skye agreed as they left the site, amused at the concerns over safety. How ironic that would prove, once the time came.

Chapter 3: One Step into Afterlife

“If we are to survive, S.H.I.E.L.D. must be destroyed.”
- Jiaying

At least the sleep had been better at Afterlife. No thanks to Jiaying constantly checking on her, but Skye had settled in well. The journey with Gordon had been easier than expected, the teleportation smooth. He didn’t seem to expect any ulterior motive from her, either. Her stated objective was that she had come along to meet Jiaying, and to learn Inhuman history from her. So far, she had only mildly strayed from that path.

Skye laid in bed and stared at her ceiling as she thought everything over. Her objectives, her desires. Her motives. Hail HYDRA. Her head buzzed happily, her lips curling into a smile as she spread her limbs out wistfully, tensing her hands at the end and finally letting go of a long held breath.

Unfortunate as it was, it was time to get out of bed.

She slid to her side, digits tracing over her pillow as she left it behind and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her lounge shorts, dropping them, and then her soft and small crop top, in an attractive trail of clothing that’s only missing a partner to follow it. Checking the time on her phone, connected to its charger in the bathroom, Skye knew she had some time to relax before breakfast. Some time to prepare for what she was going to do, again.

The last of her clothes came off before she hit the shower, warm water running in a controlled stream over her body. She kept her eyes closed, but doing so served to remind her of certain moments from her past. Her trip between Carla's legs, in the video she had been shown by Whitehall. It didn't make any more sense now than it did then, but she had seen the video evidence with her own two eyes, she couldn't deny that. There was also the oral service shed given to Whitehall himself, just after. The only thing that stopped her jaw from opening and mimicking those motions were the droplets pounding against her lips, constant reminders of her true, real location. Finally, standing next to Gordon at the side of the lake, about a month ago. When she had just inducted Melinda before sending her off to SHIELD, with Gordon himself none the wiser. The power she had claimed was intoxicating.

There would be two more major additions to HYDRA by the time she had left this place, too. Ideally she would be converting all of Afterlife. But to lower suspicion, Skye had formed a plan. She would convert Gordon and Jiaying first, and give them the mission of converting the rest of the convent. The loyal, faithful Inhumans. Each and every one becoming an agent of HYDRA.

How she went about softening Jiaying and Gordon to the process was simple, an idea that had come to her when she started sharing meal times with the pair. They had a small but comfortable room, closed off from the rest where they would eat and discuss important strategic information. Skye had been invited to join them, and after a couple days, she started to. The other critical piece was that they would listen to music during their meals. Asking for help from the AI inside her brain, implanted by HYDRA directly, Skye was able to construct music that would ease the mental defenses of her hosts.

At this point, she had been playing it for two weeks, at every meal. An hour and a half per day, at least, and she knew that it was taking hold. She hadn't mentioned names, but along with receiving lessons on Inhuman history, Skye had introduced ideas about other organizations, and asked how the Inhumans were going to deal with them. Jiaying had been very direct with her plans when it came to SHIELD. But when it came to HYDRA, just yesterday, neither were willing to say they would fight against them. Controlling two people at once would be a big ask from Skye, she knew as much. But she was also ready for the challenge.

She dried off in the mirror, watching herself and making sure she toweled off as much as she could. Her smooth body was a sight to behold, and she had no problem saying as much. Nor did she have a problem, planning to use it to her own advantage. Even though, and Jiaying had only said this recently, she was Skye's mother. That wouldn't, couldn't stop her mission. Hail HYDRA.

It didn't hurt that her mothers looks reminded her of a softened version of her partner, Melinda May. Just a bit stockier, but healthy, and she could only imagine the types of curves that existed underneath the unflattering black jacket her mother seemed insistent on wearing. Whitehall would never, with his fashionably tight suits.

Skye dressed in one of her own, with charcoal slacks, a walnut belt and a flowing white button down dress shirt, professional Brogues on her with black dress socks. Only the most fitting attire for the elegant work she was going to conduct today. Looking closely at her from the front, one could see the faintest hint of her bra all across her chest. Whether anyone asked or, as she assumed, they did not, it was intentional on her part.

All that was left was breakfast with the pair.

She tucked the drive with the music on it into her pocket as she always did, fixing her hair into a bun in the back, ensuring it wasn't too tight as to pull hard on the hair in the front. One last survey of her room was conducted before she stepped out and locked it behind her, sliding the key into her opposite pocket. One benefit of converting Gordon and Jiaying would be being able to trust the only other two people who possessed a key to the room unconditionally.

By the time she arrived, though she was early, breakfast had already been served. As always, it was an assortment of items, though she typically chose the oatmeal with its accompanying peaches and real cream. Skye leaned over the table gently and topped her bowl with a handful of blueberries, smiling to the other two occupants of the room.

“We were waiting.” Gordon said, though he gestured to nothing.

Wondering if the training had been going even better than she had planned, Skye pressed. “For me, or for the music?”

“For you. But you could say both.” Gordon replied as Skye stepped away from the table to start it.

“Good morning, dear. Are you ready to learn more about the Inhumans today?” Jiaying said, and Skye waited a pause on her reply, coming back to the table and sitting down as everyone had the first bits of their meals together.

“I was thinking, actually.” Skye began, leaving the open air for anyone to interject. They seemed open, eager even, to follow her lead instead.

“You had another topic of conversation?” Jiaying said. Gordon's hand tightened on his spoon, his thumb wiggling at its end as he got a sense of its weight and its angle. He could navigate a plate without making a mess just by being careful.

Skye rose from her seat and nodded, taking in a deep breath. This was it, the moment of truth. All of her training had led her here. Converting her partner had been easier, considering the methodology. Converting her own mother, though, seemed a daunting task. Especially when converting another individual at the same time. If their minds resisted together, Skye would be outed. And, isolated here as she was, it added up to a risky maneuver. She braved on ahead anyway.

“I want to talk to the two of you about HYDRA.”

Gordon gasped, dropping his fork on top of his oatmeal. He rose from his seat, hands splayed as he spoke forward, knowing exactly what this was. Jiaying didn't seem quite as incensed, leaning back instead. She only raised an eyebrow, though she had also stopped eating.

“You would sneak in here, right under our noses, to have us serve them? Have you gone mad?” Gordon spoke through gritted teeth already, although Skye stood at his back, her hands at his shoulders and stroking into the tensed muscles.

“You seem to have a misguided idea about what I am here for.” That could be taken one of two ways, for now, though Skye would soon narrow that down. “You must understand. I want what is best for both of you. And it is best, that you comply.” Skye had brought her right hand upward, two fingers together stroking at Gordon's temple. He was still angry, near frothing at the mouth with it, wanting to lash out and get some sort of retaliation for her betrayal. But he couldn't summon the will to do so.

Skye spoke directly down to him as he finally took a seat again, his shoulders back though he was propped up on his elbows in a strange, contorted position. “Your compliance is essential to the mission. I need you. Both of you, to join me. To welcome Afterlife. All of them. To make them proper HYDRA agents, as they should be.” After explaining her plan, Skye dived into the next phase. Repetition. Just as she had worked it into Melinda.

“All of us are enemies of SHIELD. You can trust me. You can comply.” She said first, checking on Jiaying. The woman had a pained look on her face, and she was leaning forward against the table. Try as she might, Skye knew well where this path went. Both of them were falling.

“How? How did you-” Jiaying said, knowing that she was stronger than this.

“The music. It comes from HYDRA. It’s meant for grueling, long term inductions. A week straight, chained to a chair. But, neither of you needed that treatment. Both of you were, and are, ready to be agents. You're ready to comply. I'm going to be happy to work with you.” Jiaying just nodded, struggling to her feet as she tried to circle around the table and escape the room. Skye didn't bother moving, knowing that she wouldn't make it. She bet silently to herself that the woman would return to her seat on her own. But Skye had a different task at hand, directly.

“Gordon. You're ready for this. You're ready to comply. You're ready to come with me.” As she spoke, she slid her hand down his right arm, finally wedding their fingers together and bringing him to his feet. He struggled still, and Skye knew what it was, the pair of them making similar jerked, sudden motions. Their bodies, their minds, were trying to work together in tandem. But the connection between them was not strong enough, with the weight of Skye's connection to her own mother reigning supreme instead.

With her piece said, Skye moved on to her next phase, taking Gordon’s hand and excusing the two of them from the breakfast table. She brought him, with an arm wrapped around his back and his head tucked into her shoulder, back to his own room. Along the way, she excused his behavior to passersby. Gordon had just felt a little ill after breakfast, that was all. He didn’t have the will to refute it, to stand up and say that he was being inducted into HYDRA.

Effectively, he already had been.

***

“Here we go.” Skye said softly at the door to his room, letting him get his keys. She had only the slightest of smirks, pure satisfaction coursing through her veins. They had been excused with nothing more than get well wishes. If only everyone else knew, perhaps they’d at least have harsher words. But if Skye had broken the minds of these two, all of Afterlife was going to follow. The only risk, for now, was that Jiaying would be discovered alone.

Once his door was closed, Skye’s tune changed in an instant. “You put up the greater fight, between yourself and my mother… Why bother, Gordon? This is what’s best for you.”

Trying to cast aside the thought, Gordon stumbled, taking a breather with his hands at his knees and his back hunched as he shook his head. “You don’t know what’s best for me, better than I do…”

“But I do. And I’m going to show you.” Skye said, already out of her fancy dress shoes. She left them aside, dropping her belt, then her slacks, in a short trail of clothes not unlike the one she had created this morning on the way to the shower. This one, though, was headed straight for where Gordon sat on the end of his bed.

Reading the heat signatures as well as he could, Gordon tightened his grip on his bed, his mouth ajar in disbelief. “Skye, I… Is this part of your… This is the training?”

“No.” Skye lied. “Breakfast was business. This is pleasure. You’ll understand later.”

The truth mattered less and less to Gordon as he saw, then felt Skye getting closer on her approach. His hands started at her sides, bare at the edge of her shirt. She had undressed quickly, and it seemed to be her first order of business for him, all the same. She started with the buttons at the center of his chest, looking down at him from on high. With the haze of arousal, Gordon’s sense of sight was disturbed, unable to distinguish much except his own intense interest in the forward progress, a smooth transition with Skye.

“What else is there to understand? It’s mind con-” Skye put her hand around the growing bulge of Gordon’s crotch, getting a quick, heavy gasp from him.

“It is. And you’ve already fallen to it. There’s no fight anymore.” Whitehall’s words echoed in her head as, effectively, he spoke through her to her new inductees. With the AI influencing her thoughts, that wasn’t far off from the truth.

“I understand.” Gordon said, with Skye pausing to let him continue. “I’m ready to comply.” Music to her ears, the soundtrack to her continuing to strip away his clothes, his cooperation solidified. It would soon be tested more than he would have ever imagined, especially in such a short window of time.

But she didn’t want him worrying about any of that right now. What she wanted him thinking about right now, as she climbed over his body, as she set his shoulders against his bed, as she pressed her lips to his temple in that same spot she had blessed before. She wanted him to worry about her pleasure. Worry about another, about a superior. In much the same way she had been trained on Whitehall’s cock, Skye decided to mount Gordon’s face and train him on her cunt.

“This is only the beginning. But I could tell you were ready this morning. It wasn’t just that you waited for the music… But that didn’t hurt.” Skye spoke, lifting Gordon’s back from the bed to slide her calves underneath, lifting his head from the back to rest it between her thighs. Perfectly propped up, mouth allowed to hover around her exposed lips.

“Only the beginning? You’re going to ask me for something else.” Gordon said.

“No.” Skye said, this time telling the truth. “I won’t be asking. I will give an order. You will comply.” An important distinction.

“I will comply.” Gordon repeated back to her.

“Since you understand so well…” Skye started, easing Gordon’s face forward, his natural inclination to begin eating her out kicking in with his lips and tongue exploring her lips and daring, without being asked, to slip just inside her to stroke along the full length of her sex. “What you’re going to do for me, is join me. Once we’re done here. With Jiaying.”

“You’re going to induct your mother into HYDRA? Through… this same method?” The last vestiges of Gordon’s willpower, being wasted in a fight against an incestuous plan. It hadn’t started out that way, but when the revelation hit Skye some time ago, it hadn’t disturbed her from her path or shaken her resolve. This needed to happen.

“This same method. But, you’ll see the difference.” Skye muses then, patting his head gently. “You know, I’m surprised. I didn’t even have to restrain you. With the inductions that I’ve seen… I guess the music had a heavier impact on you than I thought.” Gordon only nodded, his lips too busy tracing hers, and his nose too busy tracing her clit for an interruption to serve any purpose.

Given a moment of confirmed obedience from her new subordinate, Skye decided to enjoy it to the fullest, spreading her legs out more to the side of Gordon’s body and grinding her hips down into his face. She cradled his scalp so that he wouldn’t go too far, the fact that he was eyeless serving conveniently to ensure she didn’t drip any of her wetness into his eyes. She wasn’t afraid to let it cover his face, and Gordon didn’t seem afraid of properly serving, ending up with it there, either.

She hadn’t decided on a measure of his success. An orgasm would be nice, but as the heat of the moment wore on it was clear enough to Skye that her hold on Gordon was airtight. It would have required a concerted, dual effort from him and Jiaying during breakfast to break free. That she had risked that at all would earn her an admonishment from Whitehall. She could hear it now, though she hadn’t talked to him in quite some time.

“An unnecessary risk for what was otherwise a perfect plan.” It was, and Whitehall had shown her the way. In the video, in the safekeeping room after she had returned from SHIELD on her first outing. “You know better than to play with fire. You know how it feels to get burned.” She did, by nearly falling into their trap, here at Afterlife. Being tricked herself into supporting her mother unconditionally, instead of bringing her to heel. “At the end of it all, it will mean nothing. But for that to be true, right now, it must feel like a heavy shame upon you. Skye, you must commit to being better. Do not be a weak link.” He was right. And she only wanted to do the best she could, by his orders. Would he be proud of her, if he saw her now?

Skye groaned, her legs shivering as she pulled herself back to the reality in the room. She loosed Gordon’s head from her hand and from between her thighs, before she reached a climax. Skye didn’t want to rely on Gordon holding her up during an orgasm. She didn’t want to be the weak link in the chain.

Gordon looked ready to interrupt, but as Skye took a few more deep breaths, she noted that he had decided against it. She had regained the power of the moment, placed herself back on top. And how good it felt, to occupy that peak. She hadn’t received an orgasm of her own, but she didn’t need one, and she didn’t need to give one to Gordon, not yet. All in due time, and she knew just how to let the rest of the dominoes fall.

“Come with me, Gordon.”

***

It helped Skye that she wasn’t gone from the room for too long. Only a short while spent on the intimate, private moment for Gordon alone. He didn’t need more, and she knew that Jiaying wouldn’t either. But part of it wasn’t about what they needed, instead based more on what Skye wanted. And she wanted to enjoy herself, with both of them.

She helped her mother in the same fashion as she had helped the faceless man before, with only the distinction of heading toward her own room, instead of Jiaying’s. There was something in there she would need. Not to help her mother comply with HYDRA’s orders. But just to enjoy herself, the way she wanted to.

She started by helping her mother to her bed, sitting Jiaying down as her questioning started in. She knew this was coming. Away from the music, Jiaying’s senses would return to her, at least a little bit more. But it had really soaked in now, it would be too challenging to fight, especially without Gordon’s support.

“So this was your plan?” Skye’s mother asked, as her heavy jacket was taken away from her. Skye had already slipped off her shoes again, and followed it up by taking off her slacks and her panties. Evidence of how she had helped Gordon comply was right there on her thighs. “To mess with our minds, with the music? To convert, all of Afterlife?”

“It wasn’t my plan.” Skye clarified, kneeling for a short time and rubbing her mother’s thighs, taking her pants down and kissing along the top of them. “It was Whitehall’s.” Jiaying shivered at the mention of the name, leaning back and supporting herself on her arms.

“I can’t believe you’re working for him.”

“You should.” Skye said flatly, lifting her mother’s shirt and tracking kisses slowly across her slightly pudgy stomach, showing her age more than just her weight. “You do too.” A fine point.

“This is… troublesome.” Jiaying said.

“It’ll pass. I believe in you. You can comply, I’m ready for you to help me. Help us. Help Afterlife, all of them will be useful to the cause.”

“What is the cause?” Her mother asked, and Skye chuckled.

“That doesn’t matter now. It’s the greater good. It’s what’s best for us. And for him.” Skye stepped aside, stepping back to the end of her bed, revealing that Gordon had been sitting in a chair in the corner, nude from the waist up and only wearing boxers anyway. He had been here for some time, since the door to Skye’s room hadn’t been opened since they came in, and had even been locked.

“Why are we both here?”

“Well, I can tell you, I didn’t need the numbers advantage. But you don’t have it anymore, either. Gordon’s here to enjoy himself. Same as I am. Same as you.” Skye said. She had developed an aura, though she didn’t quite know its source. Maybe it had come from Whitehall himself. Maybe it came naturally to her, or it was part of the training she had picked up when she infiltrated SHIELD. Maybe it came from what she had learned from her first lesbian lover, Carla, or her girlfriend, Melinda May. Or maybe, just maybe, she had just learned on her own to control these situations, influence people to her own desires.

“I understand.” Jiaying complied, stiffened and shaken by her daughter’s impressive command of the entire ordeal, start to finish. The music had seemed such an innocent desire, weeks ago.

“I’m so happy for both of you.” Skye said, finally and loudly unzipping a long bag that rested at the end of her bed. From it, she produced a long shaft attached to a harness. At least seven inches in size and not forgiving in its thickness either, a simple black tone with formed, healthy veins, if it were a human member anyway. Both Gordon and Jiaying stared at it from their respective places in the room, while Skye hummed a sweet tune to herself and coated the shaft in a smooth, generous and slick shining layer of lubricant from a bottle.

“Turn around.” Skye ordered, with Gordon rising to his feet to do so before Skye scoffed, telling him to sit back down as she moved into the bed with her mother, shifting her toward its center and having her lean back, her head just over the edge. She reached toward her mother’s face, two fingers gently plying her mouth open as she lifted her chin, level to Gordon’s across the room.

“There. Your place.” She said simply. Now, he rose with her permission and crossed. The heavy weight of her fake cock tapped against her mother’s stomach, the older woman’s thick thighs quivering with anticipation. Also with her daughter’s permission, Jiaying lowered one of her own hands and rubbed at herself, pulling her lips apart and checking on her own wetness. Though she wanted there to be none, her subconscious terrified at the idea of submitting to her daughter, she found the opposite. She was more aroused than she could remember being in a long time.

The haze of arousal, once more, hit both Gordon and Jiaying this time, with Skye keeping her focus and lowering the tip of the cock into the entrance of her mother. Fake as it was, Skye had no issues with her own actions. It wasn’t just necessary. It was one of the most erotic things she could think of. The lack of hesitation meant that she eagerly brought herself into leaning over her mom, with Jiaying’s hand snapping to a grip on her daughter’s hip, the only force capable of making Skye slow her roll at all.

Even slowed, Skye didn’t take more than a minute to plant the entire length inside her mother. Her mouth, generous as she was, had attached to one of her mother’s breasts, her own falling down and lying right underneath her mother’s, admittedly larger forms. Her hand paid eager attention to the other, thumb and forefinger joined around the elder woman’s wide nipple.

Gordon was more than happy standing over Jiaying’s shoulders, hips lowered above her and her mouth stuffed with his cock. He hadn’t received a chance to orgasm, or even take any pleasure of his own with Skye, but in this ancillary position with Jiaying and Skye’s affair, mother and daughter joined in making love, he had his own avenue for enjoying himself and he was more than happy to take it.

“You’re both doing so well…” Skye said as she started to pick up the pace, rocking into her mom and pinching her nipple, her other hand pinning the woman’s hip to the bed. Under her strength she’d stay safely between a cock and a soft place, her daughter’s hips slapping back with each rolling of her mother’s body.

Jiaying couldn’t answer verbally and Gordon could barely muster a word, both of them instead uttering in loose moans and groans, with Jiaying’s sounding distinctly more of someone spitting short hums and phrases from a cock stuffed inside them at both ends, as she had. Spittle and drool ran over her mother’s chin while Skye only witnessed it, without interest in keeping her mother clean. They could always shower together, later. It was just around the corner.

“That’s the spirit. Obey. Both of you, wanted this.” Skye said, the attachment on this strap-on proving generous to her as it rubbed against her clit and even had a curved edge on the outside to do the same for her mother. With only thin rubber between them, it was even possible to feel the other side, their connection feeling almost as if they were plainly rubbing their cunts together. If one could ignore the massive shaft being stuffed inside Jiaying, and from her mewls and eager moans, she was constantly proving herself incapable of such a feat.

Whitehall’s words came back to her again, as she spoke to her two newest operatives. “I didn’t have any doubt in the two of you. From the moment I came here… I’m so proud of you. We’re going to do great work together. I’ll be… Giving you your orders, as soon as I can. Little busy.” It was the first that her mind had faltered. Already under her spell, and with his mouth available, Gordon picked up the slack.

“You want us to convert Afterlife, as you’ve converted us.”

Skye shakes her head. “No. Not alone. You’ll understand, but I need your patience. For now… Gordon. Cum.”

Gordon did just that, a few extra pumps of his hips finishing himself off inside her mother’s throat. White and thick, blasted down Jiaying’s throat too quickly for her to even taste it. The order gave Jiaying just enough time to expect it, even though the eyeless man hadn’t given her any warning himself. As Jiaying felt the first burst, the first throbbing of Gordon’s hot and heavy cock inside her, she also felt her own orgasm overcoming her by way of her daughter thrusting inside her, the attachment to give attention to her clit doing wonders for her at the same time.

Skye enjoyed an orgasm of her own, the bliss letting her focus on pure enjoyment over worrying too much about maintaining control of the situation. Either one would be too exhausted to fight back, and they would need their full combined powers.

***

Later that night, Skye stood in her bathroom, staring in the mirror. In no uncertain terms, she had done it. Skye had converted two agents, previously thought to have active defense and a relatively high willpower against this sort of brainwashing. But her version of the Faustus method, and her plan of slowly wearing down these defenses, had worked. Whitehall would be proud of her. She just wanted to hear it from the man himself.

Chapter 4: Moving Day

The atmosphere at Afterlife hadn’t changed much. There was still a serenity to the place with its lush gardens, with its narrow walkways crowded by nature’s gifts. Where it opened to broader expanses, there were still trees providing shade.

Jiaying stood guard outside one of the residences for an Inhuman named Zaire, having watched the sunset while Skye met with the woman. She’s a more recent arrival than most, the last to be inducted to Hydra, and she’s already impressed upon the crew, Skye, Gordon and Jiaying. She has the ability to immobilize a target, at the cost of locking herself in place at the same time if she wants to extend the use of the power for longer periods. After the discovery of her powers, Skye had it tested on herself, and it was an influence beyond what she expected. Skye couldn’t imagine anyone who could break out of it if it was a new feeling to them, but she could imagine the value in learning how to break out of it herself.

“Zaire. Your presence is welcome here, you’re safe. Remember, if you need anything, find me, find anyone.” Skye started, rising from her knees. “Hail Hydra.” She finished, with Zaire repeating the motto back to her, keeping her head bowed until Skye left the room, sliding the door closed and standing beside Jiaying.

“Has Gordon returned with her? It’s getting late.” Skye asked.

“Skye, I have questions about what’s going on here.” The older woman grabbed at the folds of her dress, flowing folds of fabric in bright printed colors. It helped out the aesthetic of the compound, compared to most who dressed in plain black, or sometimes their military grade sweaters.

“Can we talk over dinner? I need to find Erikson, the new supervising officer… I’ll explain everything as soon as I can. Okay?” With that answer accepted, the pair started moving, Skye keeping her eyes up as they moved toward the center of the compound. A row of buildings there had where she ate her meals at one end, along with the bedroom for her and Melinda at the other end of the row. All of them a single story, as most buildings in the compound were, making it easier for them to hide among the canopy of trees, rolling hills in between.

“Yes, Gordon is back with Melinda. They were talking about something, too quiet for me to overhear it. They should be in the room already.” Jiaying mentioned as they approached and Skye opened the door for her, the other two already seated at the table and having brought their food across from the other room. Skye knelt down beside her girlfriend first, wrapping her arms around her from behind and pecking at her cheek.

The two talked between themselves for a moment, without Skye moving from her spot. Gordon and Jiaying took notice -- hard not to, but the lovers reunited was half the idea of bringing Melinda back to the compound in the first place. It had been some time for the two of them, no one could blame them for being a touch more affectionate than usual.

It didn’t drag on more than a minute before Skye realized her impropriety, sharing a near intimate moment with her mother and Gordon watching, neither invited to join. The truth of it was that she wanted Melinda to herself, right now. Decorum be damned.

“Ah. Melinda.” Skye squeezed at her partner’s shoulder, patting it as she rose to her feet beside her. “I would love to stay for the meal, but I just remembered that the two of us have an important meeting. With Erikson. Right now.” She stepped to her side and opened up the doorway, leading to the path along the row of buildings. At the end, her bedroom with Melinda. By pure coincidence, and nothing else. Jiaying nearly raised her voice in protest, but Melinda interrupted her first. The woman could still hardly believe what she heard, no matter the sincerity in the other woman’s voice.

“Oh, that’s right, you wanted me in attendance to show us around Afterlife, with all the changes. Excuse us, please.” Melinda bowed her head to Jiaying and Gordon, shifting herself back from the table they’d shared. They were gone in a flash, the door closed as quickly as it had opened, Melinda walking beside Skye as they paced themselves down the row. No need to run.

“That desperate for it?” Melinda asked, a smirk painted on her face with her girlfriend blushing something fierce on the other side. Skye squeezed at her hand before replying.

“Yes. Besides, my mother’s onto me.”

“About what?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Skye answered, leaning over as they walked and pecking her partner on the temple. Melinda cast some suspicion over the situation, but she couldn’t imagine it was anything important. There’s no way Skye would hide something big from her, now that they were working together under Hydra. On the other hand, Skye ushered her ahead with an arm around her back, humming a tune to herself with something on her mind.

“Do you think she believes me?”

“About the tour? Not a chance, Skye.” Melinda said, shaking her head and wrapping her arm around the woman’s shoulder. “And she’s not going to let it go. What’s all of it about? You can tell me. Anything.”

“I will. I promise.” Skye eased her girlfriend along until the two of them came to their room. There was plenty on her mind, but what she kept coming back to was that she wanted to spend the time alone with her girlfriend.

“Can’t you, now?” Melinda said, pulling her hair back. She took careful steps backward in the room, stepping out of her shoes and in the same motion kicking them to the side of the room in the dark. Neither had grabbed the lightswitch, the need distracting them, but their saving grace was a lamp on the nightstand. After she could see, Skye tipped Melinda over onto her back, having done the same in stepping out of her shoes and ending up standing between her partner’s long legs in the process, her hands on the outside of her knees though they didn’t intend to have a long stay.

“Of course I could.” Skye picked up the conversation, even if it felt like an eternity had passed. Her hands trailed on the coarse denim, fingertips taking the bumpy ride on the crease of Melinda’s jeans, getting to the waistband and tickling at her bare stomach before she started with the button, the pop of it the only sound in the room, until the zipper, until Melinda spoke, her hips cooperating to get herself undressed.

“You want me so bad, huh? I can feel it on you. That’ll never change.” Melinda said, pressing her foot to Skye’s hip and giving her a playful nudge, forcing her a half step back. What she wouldn’t say was that the maneuver was to buy space for her to kick her jeans off in the next few seconds, letting them fall against Skye’s legs, then to the floor. Her attention went up her own body, and Skye’s did the same, the two taking their shirts off, paired in the dark.

The rest of their undressing continued just like that, the pair in sync. As much as they focus on themselves, neither can help staring at the other, drinking in their image as if this was the first time they were seeing each other so desperate, wanting so much of the other. Maybe it was.

“Got an idea how you want it this time, babe?” Skye copied the position the pair had taken earlier, though they were both nude now, head to ankle -- both, by coincidence, hadn’t bothered to take off their socks.

“Yeah. I want you to tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I told you I would.” Skye said, squeezing at her girlfriend’s thighs. “Get pushy with me and I’ll get the toy.” A burst of laughter filled the room, with Melinda throwing her head back.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, hon.” The woman lifted her knees up, freeing them from Skye’s side and holding them herself. “Go on, mm? Get me ready, then get it. Then tell me all about whatever you’re worried over?” Melinda sat propped up on her elbows, staring at Skye.

“Where’s all this energy coming from?” Skye asked, getting to her knees and planting kisses on her girlfriend’s thigh to break the touch barrier again. At the same time, her hands moved to the outside of her knees, from underneath now, fingers pushing at plush skin.

“Aw, jeez. Yeah, wonder who taught me to be mouthy.”

“Yeah? Well, I can take that back.”

“What?” Melinda asked, amused, until she threw her head back with Skye planting a heavy kiss against her clit. “What, are you going to untrain me?”

“If you don’t behave, I just might.” Melinda laughed, but the threat landed with her as she pulled her legs back, keeping them open with her heels to the back of her thighs. “That’s what I thought.” Skye continued, her hands having traveled with her. Patting at Melinda’s ass, instead of curled around her thighs how they had been before. Her fingers were stiff, firm, and trained. Rigid digits, prodding at skin, four fingers together on each hand with thumbs loose between, spreading Melinda open, leaving Skye with her choice of the scenery.

From where she knelt at the side of the bed, it was trivial for Skye to reach over and grab at the bottom drawer of the nightstand, her grip on it rougher, without any of the patience she had for her partner ahead of her. She dug into it blindly, feeling at the coarse edges on the inside before her fingertips closed around what she knew was there in the front corner. A toy, light flesh tone, attached to a harness with black straps and silver clasps. Just above average in length, but a degree more so in thickness. Treat others how you’d like to be treated, they say.

There’s a bump and a knock when she takes it out of the drawer, but Melinda doesn’t need any auditory clues to know that it’s coming. She knows, from the way she has her own grip on the bed, from the way she patiently keeps her legs up. It’s a foregone conclusion, but it’s clearer still when Skye’s mouth separates from her lower lips, when she feels her girlfriend’s warm breath running over her skin. “I love you, Skye.” She says, with her girlfriend now capable of reply.

“I love you too.” She says from above, holding the toy at its base and slapping its bulk against her lips. Firm, but not fast. Cautious, but not timid. Melinda can’t tell, the way she stares up at the back of her eyelids, whether or not Skye’s already slipped the toy on.

That question is answered when Skye slips its head in.

“Oooh.” The moan slid, slick and smooth out of the supine lady, her legs extended forward and wrapped then around her girlfriend. Until then, Skye had remained half-standing, leaned over Melinda. The moan taken as a cue, though, she leaned forward and found her hands pressed onto the bed at either side of Melinda’s head. Skye planted a quick kiss against her forehead, then her temple. A quick way to compress the two together, Melinda’s body more than ready to take the length, the nub on the back side of the shaft helpful in the way it pushed at Skye’s clit. Not so helpful in the way the motion gave her pause each time, limiting the speed of her thrusting into her girlfriend.

The heavy action only ramped up from there, Skye with plenty of natural stamina to continue, urged onward by the sweet sound slipping through both sounds Melinda’s lips. Bodies and minds becoming one, with only the exception of what Skye was keeping from her from earlier.

Skye collapsed on top of her partner, coming back to the moment to realize that both of them had already cum. Her thoughts drove the past few moments from her mind, and after she pulled herself to Melinda’s side at the head of the bed, Skye reached her hand around and stroked at her cheek. “You okay, hon?” She asked, her elbow laid against the woman’s chest, feeling her heartbeat thump against her chest.

“Of course.” Melinda said, turning her head up to Skye. “You?”

“How have things been at SHIELD?” Melinda shifted, meeting her girlfriend’s eyes.

“Was that what you wanted to talk about this whole time?” She asked, and got no answer. Melinda sighed and leaned back on an elbow. “I’ve… converted a few recruits. Uh, three. Maybe a fourth, I have to check in with them when I go back. We’ve got bigger problems than that.” Skye tilted her head, and Melinda shifted again, sitting up with her back against the wall.

“Whitehall’s had some… issues. Hydra is facing setbacks.”

“What do you mean?” Skye asked. “Did someone get hurt? Did someone figure out a way around his method?”

Melinda shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t have regular contact with them. It just sounds like things are going downhill. And… if they’re worried about things getting back to you, since they know how powerful you are… They might be hiding the worst of it.”

“Let’s not worry about it right now, then. Keep our eyes set on what we can control, yeah?” Skye said, sliding to the side of the bed and working on the buckles for the straps around her hips. “I’m going to take a shower. Coming with?”

“I’ll take one in the morning. Love you, Skye.” Melinda said, falling to her back and staring at the ceiling. Skye echoed her words, a few short paces from the bathroom. She took herself in, in the mirror, as she started to clean up the toy and prepare herself for the shower. Thoughts started to line up together.

Memories of her first juncture with Whitehall. The voice in her head, that seemed to all but fade away since. A weak memory here and there of fighting back against it. Why that had been her first instinct, she couldn’t place, she could only guess. Was that Whitehall’s influence? To set her on her own course so she would ignore his mistakes? Was that why he set her loose in the first place? Well, he had another thing coming.

Her loyalty lie with Hydra. She would serve the organization faithfully. She would do whatever she could in her power, to comply. To bring forward her mission’s natural end. To help everyone serve, and hail Hydra. If Whitehall could not, the mantle would be hers to take up. The water rained over her in the shower, and she wiped her eyes free, turning her head down to watch where it fell. Over her bumps and her curves before it crashed against the floor of the shower. Through it, Skye knew what she needed to do. It was just a matter of getting everyone else on board. Again.

Once she was back in bed, it didn’t take more than a moment for Skye to check that she was alone, at least in spirit, Melinda dozed off beside her. Skye could only sleeplessly stare at the ceiling and think over her plan. Removing Whitehall was one thing, taking him out was another. He had shown her the truest path she could have ever hoped to find. She couldn’t bring herself to kill him, but taking his position? Almost easier done than said.

Somehow, it also seemed that as soon as the subject was settled in her mind, Skye found it easy to close her eyes, toss an arm over her face, and drift soundly off to sleep.

--

Her morning was as much of a burden as the question surrounding how she was going to handle Whitehall. Despite its distractions, that thought stayed pinned in the back of her mind throughout, worming its way to the front. She could almost hear a voice… His voice…?

“Skye. I’m going to repeat myself. What is going on around here?”

Skye jolted awake, half-leaning upward, her head clouded. “What are you talking about?” She didn’t even know who it was until the bright light cleared from her face, and she saw her mother standing at the corner of the room. A quick check to her side, and Skye could see that Melinda was facing the wall. Her signal for ‘I’m up, but I don’t want to deal with whatever’s happening right now.’ That would be a visit from her mother.

“You know what I’m tal-”

“Yeah, I do. Okay, come here.” Skye gestured to her mother, only looking at her after. Jiaying stepped forward, speaking along the way.

“Putting me off, then interrupting me. One of them would make for a bold choice, young lady.” She continued, regardless of the offense taken to Skye’s recent actions toward her. “And what did you want me over here for?” She asked from the side of the bed, Skye shifted toward sitting up as her mother walked across the room. She turned to face her as her mother reached the bedside stand, tipping her chin up and wrapping her legs around her mother.

Jiaying laughed, her hands reaching forward, set on either one of Skye’s shoulders. “Here? Now?”

“You look like you need it. Come on, I won’t get too rough with you. Unless you need that, too.” Skye said, winking at her mother. Her own hands moved to Jiaying’s hips, tucking her close against the side of the bed. Her mother sighed and ruffled Skye’s hair, staring down at her.

“What I need is for you to explain yourself, Skye. Just talk to me about…” During the first sentence, Skye stroked her hands along the waistband of Jiaying’s pants. And during the second, she groped at her ass, that trademark smirk still plastered on her face.

“Come on. I will, but give it a rest.” Skye said, and before further protest, Jiaying was off her feet, being lifted into bed, reaching down and working at the buckles for her mother’s heels. Once she’d tossed those aside, she flipped the pair over, taking the lead with her hands and working at her mother’s clothes. Melinda turned over to lay on her back, already in the nude. She drew Jiaying’s attention by kissing her, a muffled, surprised gasp coming out of the older woman. Melinda’s hand traced across the woman’s chest, ending up all the way down at the bottom of her torso. By coincidence, just where Skye’s had been some time ago, but trailing in the opposite direction, tugging her shirt upward and revealing the smooth belly underneath.

Jiaying shivered at the dual attentions, dueling on either end of her and stripping her with haste. Her own arms were forced upward, knuckles knocking lightly on the headboard, the only sound she could comprehend in the room as the pair moved over her, tearing at her clothes with all of the vigor of vultures pulling from their latest find, and none of the force. The air, already stained with the scent of sex from the night before, had injected into it the enthusiasm of the elder mother, coming around to the moment with an aged passion.

“Did you ask her?” Jiaying asked, staring down her body, watching her daughter descend between her legs, each of them lifted onto one of Skye’s shoulders.

“I don’t have to. She’ll do what’s best and comply.” Skye winked again, her memory of her visit with Whitehall having come back to her, only in the most perverted sense that she can summon.

“And you expect me to do the same?” Jiaying said, her lips taken up on the top side by Melinda, and on the bottom side by Skye, not more than a few seconds between them. Once they were done, though, Skye spoke again.

“Yes. But if you’re that desperate for it, we can start talking about it whenever you’d like.” Skye teased, though Jiaying called her bluff.

“Well? Then tell me, what’s your newest plan?” Jiaying’s words came from hollow breath, light and purchasing seconds away from Melinda’s makeout session. In the blink of an eye, her whole body had been laid bare to her daughter and her partner. For what reason, beyond a simple desire to give her a good time, she didn’t know. She had a feeling she would before the morning had run its course, even if Skye evaded her question. Instead, as usual, Skye barreled forward. Headstrong, straight through it.

“Taking over Whitehall’s branch of Hydra.” Jiaying snapped to attention, sitting up on the bed though her daughter remained dutifully between her legs, not a care in the world as she continued to pamper and pepper her clit with kisses. Skye moved her hands from the woman’s thighs to her hips, curling them around her back and easing her back down to the bed. “Relax. I’m serious, yes. Everything is going to be okay.” Skye tapped her fingers against her mother’s wet lips, the sound showing off her arousal. Melinda and Jiaying both stared at her, two sets of raised eyebrows.

“You know, you both always told me I could do anything I set my mind to. Now that I’ve set all three of our minds to this, you suspect otherwise?” After giving it a second of thought, the pair shook their heads, and turned again toward each other to continue making out. “Better.” Skye nodded, diving again between her mother’s legs and hoisting them again onto her shoulders. Again, the only sound in the room was that of her tongue stroking across her mother’s lips, the makeout on top muted. Skye was a mess, tugging with lip and tongue at whatever skin she could pull into her mouth, hungry for it, letting her tongue jitter and the edge of her teeth poke and prod at what she wanted to please. Gentle nibbling delivered to her mother’s clit.

Jiaying sucked her tongue against her teeth, reaching down and stroking her hand through her daughter’s hair, her legs already tensed and trembling at the same time. Her eyelids started to flutter, the grip of her hand loose as she dropped back to the bed, Melinda following on and keeping their lips together as Jiaying had the two lively ladies locked her down through the full extent of her orgasm. She pulled her legs all the way up to her chest, more flexible than any of the three might have expected, and Skye followed along with her mouth, pinning her mother down until she’d relaxed, evidenced by the way she kept herself slumped against the bed, focusing on breathing over anything else.

“She’s taught you well.” Jiaying said, still whispering in the dark room, light only coming from the window at the far end of the room.

“Something like that.” Skye said then, climbing aside and leaving her to relax as she wiped her face clean on a towel, setting it back into their laundry basket. “So, there. That’s my plan.”

“How? What are you actually going to do?” Melinda asked, the first sign of dissent or disbelief.

“I’m going to bring Whitehall here. I’ll offer him a place to stay, so long as he keeps his mouth shut. I’ll fix the problems he’s created, and if he’s lucky, I’ll put him back on his little throne when I’m done. As for how I’ll actually do it… That new recruit. You saw her ability?”

“Zaire?” Jiaying asked, shifting herself back on the bed, near sitting up. “And I guess you’re going to get Gordon to bring you there? He does a lot of running around for you, doesn’t he?”

Skye laughed. “That he does. And he seems to be fine with it so far, he can always let me know if he’s got a problem. Yes, he’ll be bringing myself and Zaire into Whitehall’s office. No one else has to go, I can handle it myself.” As she spoke, she was already working on getting herself dressed and ready to leave. Melinda slipped herself out of bed, slowing her by wrapping her arms around her from behind and planting kisses on her neck. Skye returned them, leaning back and pressing a kiss to Melinda’s temple, then just ahead of her ear, each soft and slow.

“And Gordon’s going to put himself into that danger for you?” Jiaying said.

“I’ll ask him again if he’s sure. It might not even be a fight.”

“Why would Whitehall step down and let you take over?”

“He’ll do what’s best for Hydra. Just like I am.” Melinda slipped her hands free and nodded against Skye’s shoulder, stepping back and settling into a seat at the end of the bed. After Skye dressed, she leaned over to her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Promise, I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Stay safe.” Melinda whispered, the two nodding between each other. Skye left the room after getting her boots on, headed out to round up Zaire and Gordon to complete the mission. She was determined, if there would be a fight, they would win it. Two or two hundred. Then again, Skye had her own trick up her sleeve. Special for Whitehall, if she ended up needing to deploy it in order to make it back in one piece.

--

“Are you ready? It may feel like we’re placing a lot of responsibility on your shoulders. I felt that way once, too. Everything’s going to be alright.” Gordon spoke to Zaire in her residence, standing tall and facing her, his hands relaxed and tucked into his pockets. “If there is a fight, just defend yourself. You are ready to serve.”

Zaire nodded, then spoke in a low tone. Her voice was soft, its innocence unharmed by any true combat experience. She didn’t want today to be the first. “Thank you. I will do my best.”

“Skye’s going to be here any minute. If you don’t mind.” Gordon held his hand out in front of him. “Or place your hand on my shoulder.” Zaire stuck her hand out into his, and the door opened behind them, Skye stepping into the house and to Gordon’s other side.

“Alright.” She started, looking between the pair. “Let’s review the plan. We’re going directly into Whitehall’s office. I’ve never been there, but Gordon will teleport us into a safe spot. He should be there, and he’s likely to have Agent 33 with him, no matter what he might be doing today.” Skye turned to Zaire, nodding her head. “She’s your assignment. You can’t hear when you’re immobilizing someone, right? But you can see?”

Zaire nodded, rubbing at her arms and thinking about her powers. She always got nervous when they were put under the microscope. It scared her, what she could do. “Well, yes. Gets fuzzy, but I can see.”

“Great. So, we’ll give you a hand signal when we want you to release her, after our discussion with Whitehall. I’ll just… point to the ground, and you can let go. How long can you hold her for?” Skye asked, looking down at her Inhuman apprentice of sorts.

“I don’t know. Maybe she can fight out of it, after a while?”

“Okay. Just give us as long as you can, and we’ll make it work. If you have to drop her, so be it. Deal?” Zaire and Skye nodded in turn, with Gordon looking between the two then.

“Seems the plan’s set. If the two of you are ready.” He turns his head down. “Close your eyes.”

--

Whitehall’s office is a large room, his desk set against a wall of waist-high windows, most of them opened with the sounds of the city beyond, seeming so far away despite their proximity. That being due to how high up his office is in the building. As speculated, he’s there, looking over some papers on his desk as the three pop into the room. Just as smarmy as when she met him for the first time, but stunned as he tipped his head up on their arrival.

“Kara-” His voice was cut off as he stood, one arm outstretched as Zaire spun her head around, facing the woman in the corner and locking in her power over her. She stood leaning forward, an intense look on her face, and the woman had only half stood up from the chair when she was locked into place, her eyes wide. A strange purple aura surrounded the two of them, a link between coming from each of Zaire’s hands and centering on Kara’s chest.

“What are you doing here?” Whitehall asked, leaning forward with his hands splayed and pressed to the top of the desk. “You’ve brought one of your Inhumans with you. I suppose the inductions are going well.”

“Funny. I heard the opposite about yours.”

Whitehall looked aside, fixing his suit jacket and looking at the pair of them, Gordon and Skye. “Agent 34… Where did you hear that?”

“Thirty-four?” Skye asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Never mind that.” He cleared his throat. “What is all this about? You’ve got me here. Talk. Our time is critical, let’s not toss it aside on infighting.” He tucked his hands into his pockets, staring at her. He was assessing everything he could glean from eye contact alone. More than most would be able to.

“I’ve spent my time inducting all of Afterlife. The Inhumans are under my control. They’re loyal to Hydra. I don’t doubt that you are, too. But I question your value as a leader.”

“I brought you in, Skye.”

“And I will never forget what you’ve done for me. I’m happy to comply. For the sake of Hydra. That’s why I’m not here to kill you.” Whitehall tensed, that the words could come from her lips. She had been loyal to him, hadn’t she?

“We’re not going to fight. So what are you looking for?”

“Control over your branch of Hydra.”

“You want my job?!” Whitehall stood tall, his head cocked back. He was incensed at the suggestion, the single most ridiculous thing he had heard in some time. He turned toward the windows, one hand to his chin as Skye kept talking.

“Come to Afterlife. See what I’ve done for the Inhumans, for Hydra. That is what I can do for everyone. For SHIELD. You can stay there, out of danger. You are failing here.”

“Do not speak to me that way.” Whitehall spoke to the windows, not even granting the courtesy of turning around. Plain to see that his pride was scarred, no matter how deeply set in his chest that sort of ideal would be. “I’ve been around too long to lose sight of what’s mine. What my hard work has brought to this organization. My contributions, in their whole, including bringing you in under my wing. It cannot be overstated.”

A silence settled. “But?” Skye asked for him to continue, an eyebrow raised. It seemed off, but so far, everything had gone exactly to plan. Perhaps she knew him better than she’d thought, or better than she’d hoped.

“Discovery requires experimentation.” Whitehall clasped his hand over his chin, setting it as he turned back to face the pair. “I’ve said that. I ought to live by it. I’ve seen what you can do. Bringing this Inhuman in…”

“Her name is Zaire.”

“Have her release 33.” Whitehall said, tucking his hands into his pockets again. “I need to make sure that Kara will follow you. She’ll remain here while I’m away.”

“Deal.” Skye said. She rounded Zaire on the other side, giving her the signal by raising her hand and pointing to the ground. A second later, Kara dropped back into the chair, grabbing at its sides. Whitehall spoke first as Zaire shook off her exhaustion, leaning on Gordon to steady herself.

“Kara. Skye is going to… assume control around here for a time. I’m going to spend some time at Afterlife, checking on the progress that she’s made. She’s going to stay and sort things out here. You’re going to stay with her.”

Kara nodded, turning her head to Skye with a casual grin on her face, sticking out her hand for a shake, which Skye accepted while the woman talked. “I’m happy to comply. I’ve heard about your work at Afterlife.”

“Seems everyone did except for me.” Whitehall cleared his throat again, folding his arms.

“You should tell me everything I need to know before you go back with Gordon.” Skye said. Zaire had backed off, taking a seat in one of the seats opposite Whitehall’s desk. Kara relaxed in the corner, still stunned at how everything had gone down in a snap, an instant. How she had been frozen forcefully. She went as far as examining her hands, making sure her movement was restored, which Zaire tried not to find amusing from across the room.

“We should take a tour… The two of us, so I can show you everything. This way.” Whitehall gestured to the door and started walking. He kept his head down, deep in thought. Gordon crossed from behind the chairs, starting to talk to Kara in the corner and explaining himself, mentioning first that he wouldn’t be sticking around for any longer than it would be until Skye and Whitehall returned from the tour.

Whitehall approached the door, and it opened earlier than usual. He picked his head up at the strangeness, coming face to face with a woman standing in front of him, holding a gun aimed straight to the center of his chest. She held it straight forward, her reflexive assumed pose like that of law enforcement. He didn’t see a visible badge, though.

“Knew you’d be here.” She spit the words out with a venom.

Whitehall laughed. “And… who are you?”

“I’m here for the leader of Hydra. Let’s end this quickly.”

Whitehall laughed again and nodded, turning his head to the side. “Let’s.” He stepped to his right, a full length, Skye pouncing past him and delivering a swift punch to the cheek of the woman. She was knocked to the floor immediately, her gun flying further and ending up in the center of the hallway. Everyone in the room turned to check out the situation, but just like their entrance, it was over before it started.

“I know her. Mockingbird.” Skye said, standing over her and checking on her jacket.

“This a canary in the coal mine situation?”

“What?” Skye asked, turning her head up to him. Whitehall sighed.

“Should we be expecting more danger, or do you think that’s it? They just sent her?”

“Yeah. They send her to fix a lot of problems… A little like you sent me. Maybe I can make use of her. For Hydra.” Skye looked over her shoulder at Gordon and Zaire. “The tour will have to wait. Gordon, take Whitehall and Zaire back to Afterlife. Introduce him to his quarters and the routine. Kara. Come with me. I just need your help transporting her… and with directions.” Skye gestured to her, stepping beside Bobbi Morse and reaching down to get her up to her feet, still left unconscious from the hit.

As the trio left the room, the trio left behind had Whitehall looking between the other two. They had joined together around him, with Gordon putting his hand on his shoulder and his other hand in Zaire’s again.

“Guess I’m going to get to know the two of you a little better.” Whitehall said.

“Guess you will.” Gordon added. “Close your eyes.”

And just like that, they were off to Afterlife.

--

Skye and Kara helped Bobbi to slump into a chair in a back office of the Hydra Laboratories. An office quite familiar to Skye, and unlike some other moments, she remembered every little piece as to why that was. Nothing more than a standard, small interrogation room. A single dim light hanging overhead. A laptop, squared on her side of the table. She stood, offset to its left, her hands against the top of the table, fingers spread. Copying a certain someone, or just picking the better half of his playbook. Anyone’s guess.

Before she woke, Skye rounded the table and secured the straps around Bobbi’s wrists and her shins. Straps that had once restrained her. But in another sense, a brighter sense, straps that had freed her too. Freed her from what had weighed her down, from what came before. Even, gracefully, from being cursed with the memory of it. The process of being inducted into Hydra had done wonders for her, and that was why she couldn’t forget that it was Whitehall who had given her that gift, the opportunity for further success. That she had taken it and surpassed his expectations, that was her own triumph alone.

Once she had readied the woman, Skye returned to her position at the other side of the table, leaning over it again. “Are you ready, Bobbi?” The words flowed easily from her. It wasn’t her first induction, just as hers hadn’t been Whitehall’s. But there was a different energy about doing it here. As if she was equally claiming Bobbi for service to Hydra, and laying herself down for the organization at the same time, conducting this here instead of at Afterlife.

The blonde woke up to the words, tugging at the restraints on her chair, holding each end of the arms. More defiant than Skye had been, perhaps for the lack of a chip in her brain. When had Whitehall installed that? The thought hurt, buzzed inside Skye’s brain, and she tossed it aside, as she had learned to do with the rest of them.

“What?” Bobbi asked from the seat. “What are you doing to me?”

“I can explain. It’s best if you comply, Bobbi. Or would you prefer… 35? This isn’t going to take long. Are you ready?” Skye diverted the conversation back to the playbook she was used to, despite that being from the other side of the table. There was still one aching reminder, tucked into the back of her mind. One mistake she wouldn’t repeat from her own induction.

“Explain yourself. You just said a whole lot of nothing.”

“I know. But you’re thinking about it, aren’t you? Careful what you think.” Skye smiled -- the same casual grin that was on the face of Kara when they shook hands, ten minutes ago. “I am Skye Johnson. I am an agent of Hydra. I only want you to comply. It’s best for both of us.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” In this instance, there was none of the pain, no sense of urgency for Bobbi to comply. That didn’t matter, compared to the plethora of tricks that Skye had up her sleeve. Her experience with brainwashing Melinda, her closest partner and ally. Not to mention the rest of Afterlife, her own mother, Gordon too.

“Take a deep breath. What is best is that you comply.” Skye said, starting herself and Bobbi along the path of the Faustus method. Before the woman could interrupt, she continued. “This might take time. That’s okay, because I’ve got plenty.”

“I do too.” Bobbi said, shaking her head to clear that thought. “Time, to get out of here, I mean.” She shifted and struggled against the restraints, but she wasn’t getting anywhere. On each side they held too tightly to her wrists to allow her any freedom. Skye only reached forward and opened up the laptop centered on her side of the table, turning it toward herself and sitting on the edge of the table to type in her details. She navigated to a folder, a familiar one that put another smile on her face.

She turned the laptop back, and rounded the table, standing behind Bobbi and nudging the chair’s arms underneath the table with her hips. She reached forward and stroked Bobbi’s hair, deftly navigating between the woman’s swipes at her. “Shh, shh. Just look ahead now. Or are you that desperate to keep your eyes on me?” Skye asked, getting back to the other side of the table and scrolling through the menu items.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bobbi shook her head, leaning forward and looking at the laptop. Her reaction was immediate, her head snapping back to the panel of the simple metal chair, with its sturdier-than-expected arms able to brace against her tearing at them. “Skye, what is going on? You’re going to show me porn?”

“You seem just as surprised as I was. And look at me now. Are you ready?”

“No. Stop this.” Bobbi said, staring at the woman leading the action. She didn’t so much as assume that would work.

“No.” Skye said, opening up a video near to her heart. It had only been a few days since the last time she watched it. Herself, and Melinda, as she saw it now. And she was in the dominant position, relaxing in the chair while her partner did the devoted work from the ground. That was the position she wanted Bobbi to see herself in, too. She walked to the woman’s back and reached down, stroking at her shoulders. Bobbi still sat uneasily, but with her shoulders straight instead. She looked forward, but without much of an idea of what she was looking at.

“Why are you showing me this?”

“Because it’s best for you to comply. Take a deep breath for me. Your compliance will be rewarded.” She felt Bobbi’s chest puff out, and heard the air sent forward as the woman finally did as she was asked. “There you go.” Skye said, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of Bobbi’s head. “How did that feel?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bobbi repeated.

“In time, you will.” Skye watched the opening moments of the video from her position behind Bobbi, remembering at the same time the things that Whitehall said to her as she watched it. “Do you see me there, Bobbi?”

She still struggled against the restraints, trying to work her hands free and forming red marks against her wrists in the process with the tight straps. “Is that you, in the chair…? Is this just a video? Like you recorded it yourself? Is this porn? Is this the only way you can get action?”

“You choose now to mock me, bird?” Skye asked, leaning over her and tilting Bobbi’s head over to one side. She pressed a kiss to her neck, then her jaw. “You’re so nervous. Just watch. Take a deep breath for me.” The woman did so, again. The tipping point was fast approaching. Yes, she still struggled against being kept where she was, but the woman had complied with multiple orders.

Skye allowed the silence to settle, before she broke it, rubbing Bobbi’s shoulders again. “Do you use your right or left hand to masturbate yourself, Bobbi?”

“What kind of question is that?!” Bobbi spouted, flushed and turned her head down to the side, finding a spot on the floor to stare at. Skye moved in that direction, standing in front of her.

“Why do you think I’m asking? It’s best if you comply, Bobbi. Your compliance will be rewarded. Which hand do you use for yourself?”

“Left.”

“You’re right-handed.” Skye said, and Bobbi tilted her head back.

“So? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“So you use your better hand for… what, exactly?” Skye offered, and Bobbi connected the dots, another blush appearing on her face. “Nothing? What a shame.” Skye teased and rounded the chair, sitting on the edge of the table just in front of Bobbi. She reached down and released the restraint on her right arm. “I’ve got one idea for you.” Skye said. She tapped the table in front of the laptop, drawing Bobbi’s attention that way. In the video, Melinda -- actually Carla, but Skye doesn’t see that and Bobbi isn’t listening, so what does the truth matter? -- is using her hand to rub against Skye’s -- actually Lydia… but you didn’t remember that either, did you? -- thigh. It’s not in this position, since in the video, Skye is sitting and Melinda is between her legs. Bobbi doesn’t seem to be paying attention to that, either. The position is just an implication of the hierarchy that already seems active.

“Go on.” Skye encouraged, watching Bobbi turn her arm over and try to relax it, before the woman did reach out herself and grab at Skye’s thigh. Over her pants, but only for the moment as Bobbi’s fingertips traced up to the button of them, popping it open with a certain expertise. “This isn’t your first time?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bobbi said it again, though Skye surmised a lack of confidence in that one.

“Sure, sweetheart. Take a deep breath for me.” Bobbi did so, again, tilting her head up. Skye smiled back down at her, gripping at the edge of the table. “Your compliance will be rewarded.” She reminded her, and she thought she saw Bobbi’s lips twist upward into a smile.

“And you’re about to ask me if I’m ready, aren’t you?” Bobbi asked, tugging at Skye’s pants. With her help, the pair got them down around her thighs. Bobbi pulled at Skye’s panties, a slim and simple black pair with a pink bow right in the center of the waistband.

“Are you, Bobbi?” Skye asked, as her panties were taken the same distance, wrapped right around her thighs above the waistband of her pants. Bobbi stared right at what was revealed in all the movement, leaning forward and planting a kiss against the front of Skye’s thigh. “That’s good. Go ahead. Are you ready?”

“No.” Bobbi said, but her head hadn’t moved far. In fact, she’d nudged it further toward Skye, who hadn’t done her the favor of closing the space between Bobbi and the object of her affection squarely between Skye’s thighs.

“No. That’s why you’re all the way over here? Struggling to get the chair to move so you can get to me? Did you even check what’s in your way, Bobbi?” Bobbi did then, looking straight down and seeing Skye’s boot, trapping the front right leg of the chair in place. Moving the chair wasn’t going to happen, except by rotation, keeping it equidistant from Bobbi’s desired destination. “You know what to do. Take a deep breath. Your compliance will be rewarded.”

The sounds of the porn video played in the background. Neither listened, and the only moving picture Bobbi needed was the one playing out in front of her. Bobbi took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, opening them again before she spoke. Skye stared back at her as the words flowed, encouraging her with a gentle nod.

“I’m ready to comply.”

“Are you ready to be loyal to me?”

Skye wouldn’t make the same mistake with her closest followers. They would serve Hydra, just as she did. But they would be loyal to her, first and foremost. She would not face the mutiny that Whitehall had, though that one was destined to be, by the imbalance of power between the two.

“I am.”

“Are you ready to comply? Are you going to serve Hydra?”

“I am. I will.” Bobbi repeated herself without concern, and Skye lifted her boot. Bobbi forced the chair to the right, diving in between the woman’s legs and offering her tongue forward. Her nose crashed against Skye’s mound, skin to skin for the first time and Bobbi was already drunk on the scent of it. She pulled it in, replacing the worthless air in her lungs for that of a higher grade.

“There it is.” Skye said, and slipped her hand into Bobbi’s blonde hair, stroking it back as the woman hungered for her cunt. She allowed her the move, leaning back and closing the laptop as she settled in to enjoy the movements of her new follower. She relaxed, shifting to sit on the end of the table so she could let Bobbi work. It brought back memories yet again. Bobbi had placed her trust in Skye, and she was being rewarded for that. If Skye took some personal pleasure in that, why shouldn’t she?

Bobbi’s tongue lapped at Skye’s tender, ready lips, and Skye’s nimble fingers stroked through the golden locks on her head. As far as Skye was concerned, it was an equal exchange. The sounds coming out of Bobbi’s mouth pointed to agreement on that point.

“I think you’re more than ready. You didn’t want to face that so readily? You wanted this to take much longer, I think. It isn’t my fault that you gave in, Bobbi. I can only do so much.” Skye chuckled to herself, pulling a deep breath as Bobbi got around to her clit, learning her way around by tongue and taste and hunger leading the charge.

“I have to ask, Bobbi…” Skye pulled from her memory again, a trusted tool so far. “One last time. Are you ready? Are you going to comply? You know you can trust me.”

Bobbi picked her head up, finding eye contact. “I am happy to serve you, Skye.”

Skye smiled, and tipped her own head to the ceiling. She was happy to serve HYDRA.

Chapter 5: History Repeats

While Bobbi’s brain hadn’t stood up well to the pressure that Skye put her under, the pair of Kara and Skye had kept it up to make sure that Bobbi wouldn’t fight back once she was released from captivity. She was kept under constant watch, with her two captors sleeping in shifts and spending the eight hours continuing some aspect of the Faustus method – keeping her talking, and complying, all along.

Eventually, though, they hit the twenty-four hour mark. Skye’s own experiments with the method had never exceeded even half that, and from her playing around with Bobbi’s mind, she couldn’t expect that Bobbi’s will had fought well through the first hour. The twenty-fourth could have marked a complete change of personality, were that Skye’s objective.

In a way, the woman was lucky that Skye’s mission was only that of gaining another loyal follower. She was also lucky to have spent that time in that same office, that Skye had spent time in with Whitehall, another reason why she was happy to hold Bobbi here longer. Remembering her time with Daniel, strapped into the very same chair that Bobbi had spent upward of twenty hours tied into the same exact way? It was bliss.

But all things run their course, and Skye knew that her free time was coming to an end. Her actual mission was calling, regrouping with Melinda, Whitehall and her mother at Afterlife. She was gathered in the office with Kara and Bobbi – still tied, but not gagged, the two hanging onto her every word with a special kind of devotion.

“I think we’ve got time for one more. Something special.” Skye started, standing up from the edge of the table, with a black case sitting on its corner. She stood where Whitehall had, a long time ago, before he’d turned and stepped in front of her in the chair. She followed in his footsteps, the sound of his shoes against the tile ringing in her head, as her own heels clicked. She knew that she was implanting those very memories in Bobbi’s head, right about now. And with any luck, Kara’s, too.

“Kara.” Skye broke the silence that had formed as she rounded the table, her palm pressed flat as she reached and let her other hand wrap around the back of Bobbi’s shoulder. “Do me a favor, release her restraints.” Skye had to wonder if she had accidentally dripped some of the brainwashing into Kara’s head as well, with the speed that the other woman acted with. It was that, or a developing loyalty beyond the likes of what she was used to seeing, even from her own partner. That made sense, though. Skye saw Melinda as more or less an equal, she couldn’t say the same for Kara or Bobbi.

On the other hand, it wouldn’t do to question Kara’s loyalty now. Skye was alone in handling the problem for now, even with direct access to the Faustus system here at HYDRA headquarters.

Kara scrambled around the desk, manicured hands working at the tight, dark rope that had held Bobbi for at least the last six hours. She had been allowed free at a few points throughout the last day – but sleep had not been on the agenda. It could be seen in her eyes, glazed over, her mouth hanging open, a goofy smile on her face. Her body, but not her mind, was fighting against the order that she had been given, and trying to shut itself down for rest.

“Just a little while longer.” Skye cooed, and stroked her hands through Bobbi’s blonde hair, curled and hanging, the ends draped across her collarbone. Those were hidden beneath a simple black henley, property of HYDRA. The uniform makes the woman, being the thought process in this case. Skye had already swapped her out of all of her old clothing, when the woman took a shower under strict supervision the last time she was allowed up from the chair. She wondered if Bobbi had even noticed, because she hadn’t said anything.
Kara loosened the ropes around each of Bobbi’s ankles first, gently sliding each of them beneath the chair for safekeeping. They could be reused, if Bobbi disobeyed, or stored for the next subject of this room, what seemed like it could become a regular interrogation space, or, even better, an induction space. It wasn’t so far from the room where the Faustus machine was kept.

Once Kara had finished, Skye leaned across the chair and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Kara shook as it was bestowed upon her, taking a deep breath as a smile etched itself onto her features, sure to stay exactly as long as Skye might have liked. Indefinitely, if she so decided.

Skye decided to do the same for her subject in the chair, leaning down and brushing her forehead clear before planting a kiss directly on the center. Bobbi had much the same reaction, adding to it by slumping into the back of the chair. “Kara.” Skye said again, the woman looking back at her, and Bobbi looking up to the woman whose name had been called, her motions slow. “Do you believe you’ve earned going first, or do you think the honor should go to my newest subject here?” Skye again pat the head of the blonde. Kara’s hands moved as she held the pair together in front of her hips.

“I believe I’ve earned it, miss.” Everyone perked up, in their own way, Bobbi’s a lazy jostling to her other side, and Skye’s a pleased smirk. Not the answer that she expected, which she took as a sign that Kara’s loyalties were, as they had been, as she might even say they should be, to Whitehall. When the question was unconcerned with HYDRA’s objectives, she could answer in her own self interest.

“And what makes you say that, dear?” Skye reached across, with Bobbi’s head following the movement of her hand, and cupped Kara’s chin. Fingers slid across the underside of her jawbone, thumb tapping at plump lips.

“I’ve worked hard for this. You can make an example of me, for Bobbi to follow along with. Even right afterward, if you so chose, miss.” Kara didn’t fight the direction of the hand controlling her jaw, staring straight back across the chair into Skye’s eyes.

“You’re right.” Skye agreed, and a wave of relief crashed over the woman. Skye examined her features, fingers clawing for another half-inch of grip around Kara’s chin, thumb sliding from the corner of her lips, across her cheek in an arc. “Bobbi. Stand up, and undress her.” Skye moved her foot forward, her heel beside the back leg of the chair. Bobbi stood up in front of Skye’s outstretched arm, and Skye slid the chair against the back wall of the office, letting go of Kara’s chin as Bobbi turned toward the other woman. “Go on. Now.”

Bobbi’s movements were slow, but they had a certain grace if one was willing to consider how she had been awake for what must have been going on thirty hours at this point. She had slipped in and out of consciousness during the brainwashing, that much couldn’t be denied, but she hadn’t been allowed true rest for any length of time. It was intentional, as the results here showed clearly that it lead to an obedient individual, mixed with the many other messaging routines and procedures she had undergone at Skye’s direction.

Kara, for her part, leaned into it where she could. Skye still stood behind Bobbi for the majority of it, meaning she couldn’t see exactly what was taking place, but there was a soft dismantling of Kara’s attire, peeled back piece by piece. Having more control over the situation than her controlled counterpart, she dictated each item tossed aside to the back wall of the room, the space beside the chair that had shared the same fate.

Skye had stepped away as the disrobing took place, standing in front of the black case on the corner of the table. She opened it with a click of the metal locks, spaced equally to either side on the front of the hefty case, and examined the contents. All of its typical fare and some of her own personal favorites were present, with foam gaps left by pieces that were missing – pieces she knew to be stashed underneath her bed back at Afterlife. She traced her fingertips over them, remembering for each the last time she had used them with Melinda.

It wasn’t long before Skye dragged herself back to the moment and remembered that she was there for the implements still present, not those she had left behind. There would always be time to go back to Melinda, there wouldn’t always be time to cement someone’s indoctrination into HYDRA.

She cherished the moment to herself, removing first the thick strap-on and its harness from the case. A small bottle of lube followed, and she shook it to test the viscosity, satisfied with its answer. A soft black leather collar was the next piece removed from the case, a golden buckle on its front side adorned with a simple engraving; ‘PET.’ Less a literal moniker bestowed upon any to wear it, more an amusement for Skye’s enjoyment alone. She smiles even as she looks at it, either end of the collar in her hands before she sets it down on the table, too. The question remains, which of the two she’ll put it on, but one target is easier than the other – and there’s still her own respect for Whitehall to consider. Kara is, in that sense, his.

After looking over the rest of the case, the last piece to be removed is a slim pink bullet vibrator, along with its controller, a smaller pink remote for it, and a strip of tape. Like the collar, its usage isn’t subtle. Skye closed the case, the clicking of the locks also a signal that she was about to rejoin the pair at the other side of the table. She affixed the tape to the vibrator first, her thoughts interrupted by some giggling heard between the two. Skye looked up, and Bobbi was brushing the hair free from Kara’s face.

“Getting along well over there, you two?” Skye asked, bringing herself back into the moment and sliding the remote for the vibrator gently across the table to where she would need it for now. Bobbi nodded, not turning her head or bringing herself away from Kara in any sense. It was a good sign of how deeply she had soaked in the lessons brought onto her in the past twenty-four hours. Kara was doing the same, a cute bobbing of her head, her eyes tracing over Bobbi’s chin.

Skye approached Bobbi from behind and stood directly at her back, using her hips to force the woman to step forward. It brought her into Kara, who put her hands on Bobbi’s waist. Skye, from over her shoulder, tilted her head in signal to Kara, who started to return the favor Bobbi had bestowed upon her, undressing her in return. She didn’t get the same grace of getting used to the air in the room, though. As soon as Bobbi’s new uniform was taking from her, a new sort was granted, in the form of the collar. Skye looped it together and wiped the buckle at the front with her thumb, turning it around on Bobbi’s neck to face Kara. She giggled at the sight, just then locking lips with HYDRA’s newest induction.

Skye wasn’t done on the other side. She had slipped herself into the strap-on with its harness fit for her hips, and she now took up the bullet vibrator, her plan for it not so complicated either. From behind the woman, she slipped the vibrator between her legs, reaching around with her other hand to affix the tape across her lips. Bobbi gasped, even before it was operational, but Skye powered on the device from its physical controls at half of its total capability – that would also establish a floor to the remote control on the edge of the table, meaning the power could only go up, not down below the fifty percent setting it was on now. Buried halfway in her plush lips with the tip not quite affixed to her clit, just teasing around that erogenous zone, Bobbi hummed in shock and pleasure alike, knowing that the entire build would be a tease, that getting her off would be inconsequential if it happened at all.

“That’s it.” Skye cooed, and Kara kept up the action on the front side, not letting Bobbi slip into the moment but instead slipping her tongue into the woman’s mouth, dancing around Bobbi’s tired, taunted tongue, challenged by the more dexterous muscle dancing around its lesser.

It was a test that Bobbi was never meant to succeed at. Success, in the standard sense, would mean fighting against and perhaps even breaking the rules and expectations that had been washed into her mind now, and doing that while overcoming the exhaustion she hadn’t been allowed to satisfy. Just one more test, Skye had assured her, for the last six or seven. At least this one would be fun, for everyone.

Skye noticed in more than one way that Bobbi’s exhaustion was wearing on her. She could see at the woman’s sides, the way Kara’s hands pulled at her skin, keeping the woman upright. There was a tone coming out of her mouth, constant and loose, like she couldn’t expend the energy to change it. And a good portion of her weight was resting against Skye, too, still standing behind her. But that was going to change.

Skye leaned forward and kissed at the back of Bobbi’s neck, soft and sweet, the kind that are comfortable but can be eternal and too short at the same time. Her hands replaced Kara’s on Bobbi’s sides, and she took full control over where Bobbi’s weight leaned, helping her back. Kara dared not to step forward to keep their kiss, letting it break as Skye eased Bobbi back into the chair that she’d spent hours upon hours in, unable to so much as lean her head into the back of to rest.

“Keep your head up.” Skye reminded her, planting a kiss on Bobbi’s forehead. The further restraints, still resting there underneath the chair’s seat, wouldn’t be necessary now, only serving as a reminder of the resistance Bobbi had once used. Skye turned quickly back to Kara, who had one hand resting on the edge of the table. Her eyes lit up, and she watched with excitement as Skye stepped toward her. She pushed Kara around to the end of the table, her hands spread out along the side short edge. They were almost out of the light’s reach, the single bulb that hung from the ceiling, its chain splitting the view of the bulb. But Bobbi did as she was told, keeping her head up, staring at Skye.

“And you…” Skye started, smiling, breathy words breaking out across the dark-haired woman’s back. The tone of her skin looked even warmer in the light, met with Skye’s hands at each of her shoulder blades, massaging in matching, inverted circles. “You must know how well you’ve been doing for me. How much I appreciate your work.” Skye paused, and pressed a kiss to the center of the back of Kara’s neck. “How I know who you’re still loyal to – not that I mind.” She giggled, but Kara couldn’t spare the breath to laugh along. She was trembling, underneath the power on display behind her.

Skye’s ‘length’ rested between Kara’s plump cheeks, the shorter woman in front on her toes to make that particular connection work. She was running out of the strength to do so, quickly – she had been the one awake with Bobbi the longest. That was no accident, but she gave it no thought, either. Only knowing that her duties were important to HYDRA objectives. To her, that was a complete answer. “You’re allowed to speak.” Skye reminded her, and let her hands trail back down. They ended up, as if by pure coincidence, could such a thing exist, around Kara’s hips. Pressed in, and supporting the weight of the weaker woman.

Kara shifted and squealed, opening her legs as Skye readied herself further behind the woman, the tip falling into place instead of resting above. “I know. I’m just tired, with-”

There was a thrust of Skye’s hips, and a gasp of Kara’s upturned head met by the woman in the back clasping her hand tight around the lips, not the nose, of the woman with the shining skin. Bobbi watched with a head held forward, her back not meeting the comfortable rest of the chair. The luxury hadn’t been afforded to Skye, when she was in Whitehall’s custody and performing service for him – so that standard had to be carried forward.

“With what, dear?” Skye finally asked, her head nuzzled into the crook of Kara’s neck, her lips roaming and purchasing surface space, pulling it in for a nibble. Most of them with only the lightest touch of the force of her teeth, but a fair few with a decent bite to them, every one of them welcomed as Kara was rocked against the table by short pushes from Skye’s hips. The length had long traveled its full distance inside the woman, along the way dragging itself along the rough patch inside her that her own fingers would dart for whenever she got the chance.

Kara was reduced to that same, simple open-mouthed groan that Bobbi had relied on earlier. Skye felt alone, lacking a conversation partner, but she couldn’t lament that they were both just deeply captivated by what they were getting from her. It reminded her that, in the end, she was truly doing them a service, even though they would spend hours in the meantime servicing her.

Whatever Kara’s affliction that held her tongue, Skye didn’t spare her to let her get herself back together. Instead, she was happy to use the moment, to use Kara in a way she wouldn’t always get the opportunity to. She was Whitehall’s agent, through and through. Now that Whitehall had stepped aside, Kara’s orders would still need to be routed through him – an inconvenient truth and aspect of keeping her on the team. The horny part of the front of her head said that it was more than worth it for moments like this, and the rational part said it would be for her endless arsenal of expertise.

Kara’s expertise wasn’t only in her operations as an agent, though. She had called it correctly, that Skye would make an example of her. The agent had fallen even from the open-mouthed groan to a pitched whine, leaning over the table and grasping at each of its edges to clutch it closer to her chest as she was railed from behind. She kept herself still on her toes, her long dark legs catching none of the light from above, with Skye sensing them by feel instead of sight. Muscle, tensed and contracting with each clapping of Skye’s thighs against the rear of the lowly agent.

The example being made was clear to Bobbi, captive audience in more than one sense from the seat, even if she was now an active participant in keeping herself to her station. There was no more desire for escape, no more desire even for more understanding of what she was doing here. Only the readiness to be given orders from on high.

If her thoughts would have drifted, the change in front of her zapped that thought away. Skye redoubled her efforts, pounding away at the woman now bent over the sturdy table near the center of the room. Bobbi couldn’t sit straight in the chair, her attention dragged to her right side where the show was being put on. There was a satisfied clap to the paired bodies meeting again, and Bobbi clutched at the chair, rear resting against the front of the seat as the vibrator, still taped, buzzed away between her legs. She took deep breaths, her hips grinding against the air to try to earn her satisfaction.

It was Kara’s first, the work done by Skye to ensure it. The agent held firm to the table, her chest pressed hard against it, her head turned toward Bobbi. She had set it up that way herself, but Skye’s hand pressed firmly to her back between her shoulders ensured that it would stay that way.

The orgasm struck her like a bolt of lightning, straight to the small of her back. She yelped and closed her eyes with some force, her hands smoothing against the top of the table. Her legs trembled, started and didn’t stop, gently lifted from the floor with her feet swaying around Skye’s ankles, tapping against them and curling around, attempting to clutch at anything she could.

She was unsuccessful in steadying herself, but Kara didn’t need that to ride the high of what Skye had so generously given to her with the pounding from behind, what the agent had argued she earned. Whether or not she agreed, Skye had obliged, granting her the high honor of being made into a mess, splayed out onto the table in front of Skye, for herself and Bobbi to take in the sight. Kara took advantage of that, climbing atop the table and resting there instead of relying on Skye to hold her weight. An intelligent move, once Skye’s hands left where they’d almost imprinted themselves against the woman’s hips. Still not the only imprint Skye had left on Kara, though perhaps the more powerful in meaning compared to the weaker imprint Skye had on her brain.

“Bobbi?” Skye started, leaning over the end of the table and pressing her hands to its sides. She lifted the one closest to the woman in the seat, and waved her over. Bobbi’s long blonde hair rested across her back, having served as a nice reminder not to sit fully back in the chair, per Skye’s wishes.

Skye took a step back from the exact edge of the table, a satisfied smirk on her face as Kara flipped over onto her back, and opened her legs. The space had been made for Bobbi to join the two of them, and she did, lined up with her thighs pushing into the hard edge of the table. Skye helped her to lean over, her head resting against Kara’s stomach for the time being.

“There you go, dear. Settle in.” She pat her hands against Bobbi’s back, before bracing her hands against the woman’s sides again and sliding the tip of the strap-on inside her. Bobbi’s exhaustion was clearly getting the best of her, the woman closing her eyes as she stood in place, stuck between the two agents with power over her. Now that she had completed her training, Skye allowed her the rest, still intent on driving her to orgasm before letting her curl up on a cot somewhere.

–

The last few days had become something of a blur for Jiaying. She had heard the story, of why Whitehall was here. Of the importance of his mission, his status to HYDRA’s objectives. But she had also heard, straight from the source, her own daughter, what Whitehall had done to her. She couldn’t see how the two could coexist, and she couldn’t see how they would ever do so before Whitehall faced punishment for his misdeeds.

He could try to point to Skye’s unwavering loyalty to HYDRA, to say that he knew best all along, and that what he did was justified for that reason. Jiaying couldn’t help seeing it exactly opposite. If Skye was going to be loyal to HYDRA anyway, the lengths of punishment she received as she fell to what could still only be called brainwashing were more than excessive force, they were cruelty, plain and simple.

To better understand his position, Jiaying had started to share her meals with Whitehall instead of Gordon, giving them an opportunity to speak in a neutral space. She had noticed that, instead of looking forward to it, she often found herself dreading the shared experience, wishing she could drag the answer that she wanted out of Whitehall – that he had wronged Skye, that he would make up for it.

This morning was no different. Jiaying watched an electric teapot boil, two bowls of oatmeal separated for the pair. Whitehall sat patiently in the other room, sipping at the coffee he’d prepared for himself, watching the steam rise from the tea he’d prepared for Jiaying. That was the deal – one made the drinks, one made the food, and it swapped back and forth each day.

“Do you have any more questions for me about her?” Whitehall started the conversation, a smug smirk across his features as he took another drag off the coffee. “Truth be told, I have to affirm how proud I am of the progress she’s made. With everything. That I’ve had to… step aside for that to happen, is a shame of a sort. But nothing wrong with a temporary move to propel HYDRA to heights it hasn’t seen since a bygone better age.”

Jiaying took a deep breath and poured the hot water for each of the bowls, each to their respective preference. She dripped a handful of blueberries into each bowl, sliced strawberries joining the slurry before she mixed each together with their own spoon. The kind of extra touch Whitehall rarely employed himself, his meals eternally function over form. Jiaying lifted the tray from the counter, stepping away and bringing it to the table with him. She lifted his bowl and set it in front of him, rounding back to her own side and leaving the tray in the center of the table.

She realized, after she was seated and poked her spoon into her own meal, that she hadn’t responded to him. She didn’t want to talk about it – but there was a point she could easily underline. “She has plenty to be proud of. You don’t need to feel the same.” Pride, that was. Skye’s efforts were clearly her own doing – the progress that she had already made against SHIELD, while she obviously had more planned, it was an admirable effort on its own.

“Oh, I’d agree entirely. In a way, it’s my crowning achievement.” Whitehall stuffed a bite into his mouth, and Jiaying dropped her spoon. She couldn’t keep it to herself anymore.

“It’s hers. If anything – no. She’ll do even more. Even better, than you ever could have, or will.” Jiaying tipped her head upward, staring across the length of the table. Something about it, itself, maintained the distance between the two of them. For how small the room was, the table extended a great distance of it. They were both sitting cross-legged on the ground, great height above them with the room a standard eight feet tall. So much space for their voices to travel, for anger to make itself clear without a window or vent for it to dart out of.

“That’s far enough.” Whitehall said, casting his look down to the bowl. “I’ve done enough, accepting her empty little threat-”

“Her threats may have been empty – mine are not.” Jiaying clarified, tilting her head over to one side and holding each edge of the table. Whitehall scoffed.

“Whatever that means. I won’t hold back on this forever. I’ll have a discussion with her.”

“You won’t.” Jiaying folded her napkin, setting it aside her bowl and shifted backward from the cushion she’d made her seat, getting up. Whitehall watched, turning his own head to the side. He didn’t have to question what she was doing – but why was a much better question. “If you have a problem with me, we’ll settle it here. Speak.” Something about that last word had an extra weight to it that he feared he didn’t understand the full gravity of.

“There’s no need for hostilities. I agreed to step down.”

“With some idiotic idea, fantasy, of how you’ll claw yourself back to your position on top? My daughter has earned her authority. Have you earned anything, in your small, pathetic life?” Whitehall arched his shoulders, and shortly folded his own napkin, standing up from the table.

“You’re not going to talk to me like that.”

Jiaying smiled, and separated her hands to her sides, holding them open. “I’m going to do exactly what I like.” Whitehall knew all too well what Jiaying was capable of. He’d heard plenty about it – that she had many here at Afterlife that were willing to sacrifice themselves for her. That when she didn’t, she would find another, who would end up being used as the same kind of sacrifice. A draining of their life force, to restore her own. Whitehall theorized on his own that it could be possible to control the power – to leave the individual subject to the treatment alive, for possible reuse later. But Jiaying seemed uninterested in the control of the power. Instead, she seemed ready to deploy it with full force, whenever she wanted to. She had just said as much.

Whitehall’s eyes expanded, realizing the danger that he was in. The only door to the room was just behind Jiaying. He darted around the far side of the table, running toward it with a lunging step and not expecting what happened next. Jiaying stepped over the table, satisfied grin on her face, and pushed him against the wall. She gripped at his cheeks, and the burn that he knew was coming started. Whitehall screamed – but there was a reason that Jiaying had convinced him to take their meals here, a building closest to her room, near the edge of the expansive compound with plenty of natural sound barriers in the forms of light hills and bulky trees.

Whitehall reached for Jiaying’s forearms, trying to tear either of them off of his face. He was successful, but that only cursed him further. Air flowed into what had already become an open wound on the side of his face, a special pain. And once Jiaying worked her arm free from his grip, she slapped it back against the same spot, hand coming into contact as if she was trying to tenderize meat – in a way, she was.

Whitehall fell to his knees and screamed. Jiaying closed her eyes, but she wasn’t phased by his attempt at alerting someone, anyone outside. That was his only hope, and so soon into the fight. She hadn’t even done anything to the oatmeal, but that particular trick had been only so far up her sleeve – threatening to slip out should she have ever needed it. This worked, and the outcome was even better.

She spoke over him, as his mouth stayed open and the last breaths of his life left him. His last words, spoken to a brick wall. “You’ve earned this, Whitehall. The disgrace. That you’re just further fuel for my lifetime. I’m going to forget you. And so will HYDRA, and so will Skye. I hope you understand, this, if nothing else in your miserable existence.” She continued in her native language, the last words that Whitehall could hear not even ones that he could understand, as the last vestiges of life were drained from his form and he slumped against the wall, then the floor. Jiaying stepped away as the energy flowed from her hands, up to her forearms, gliding easily through the rest of her body.

She took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling. Someone would come in here – sooner rather than later, if they’d heard the scream. She didn’t have time to hide this, unless she rushed… and she wasn’t feeling it. Thankfully, the choice wasn’t hers to make. The door to the room opened, and Melinda poked her head in, shock immediate on her features.

“Oh my god, Jiaying!” She exclaimed, rushing in as she saw the woman’s hands, Whitehall’s face imprinted with the wounds the draining had inflicted upon him. She wrapped her arms around Jiaying and dragged her away, Skye’s mother only staring at the damage that she had done, not in the mood to fight back against someone else close to Skye. In this case, someone who hadn’t wronged her.

–

“Skye? Oh, fuck, Skye please answer…” Melinda pushes a hand against her temple, fingers stringing through her long black hair, ragged from dragging Jiaying’s body out to the isolated cabin, a good distance beyond Jiaying’s home at the edge of the compound. The cabin had another purpose that it had been serving for some time, programming the Inhumans to follow orders from HYDRA. Skye’s powers of persuasion weren’t endless, but they had another option. Whitehall had been working on a portable Faustus machine, that could work on its own without any human support. The individual would be made loyal to HYDRA as an organization, instead of any one individual, but for Skye’s purposes that was a feature, not a bug. The downsides did exist, though. It left the person without as much free will in their daily life – they would follow orders from any higher-ranking member of the organization.

Melinda cut off the call and started it again, getting an answer. “Skye? It’s an emergency.” Her girlfriend on the other side answered promptly.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Your mother killed Whitehall.” Melinda turned her head, looking through the door. Jiaying was sitting tied down in a chair, where Melinda had left her. At least it seemed like she wasn’t going to try escaping from her current predicament. “I’m looking at her right now. I’ve got her in the cabin.”

Skye giggled and blushed, turning her head down. “Sorry – the one I brought you to? Why’d you go all the way out there?” The matter of what Melinda had mentioned before hadn’t quite set in for her.

Melinda shook her head, never mind her girlfriend couldn’t see that. “No, no. The cabin we’ve been training the Inhumans in. I know the… machine is stashed somewhere in there. Should I get it?”

Skye answered promptly once again. “No. I’ll take care of it… My mother killed Whitehall? Oh, god.” She paused, her brow furrowed as she worked out the logistics. Before this, she sat and stared at a wide screen, which detailed the plans she had been trying to finish off. They included a floor plan of a SHIELD facility, as well as communication towers to take out alongside… if one were going to launch an assault of a specific SHIELD facility, it would be useful information to them. “Get Gordon, tell him to come here for me. I’ll be ready when he gets here.” Skye didn’t have the time for pleasantries, but she wasn’t going to spare them when it came to Melinda. “I love you. I’ll take care of this. See you soon. Stay there with her, okay? Bye!” She hung up the phone, staring at the screen, a picture of the two of them stood close together, hugging.

Skye locked her phone and set it down on her desk, stepping out of the room and making her way down the hall to find Kara, who was supervising Bobbi through one-way glass. “How’s she doing?” Skye asked, tapping her foot. The next few minutes were urgent, but Skye couldn’t drop the hammer too early. Kara had been loyal to Whitehall, not HYDRA. If she got a whiff of what was going on, it would be a heavy load for her brain to process. If Skye instead directed her to the room for Faustus reprogramming and told her that she needed her to take a look at the machine so that it would be safe for use when Bobbi needed it… Well, she could get away with that.

Two agents, grunts with heavy black goggles opened the door, the lead sticking their head in. Skye looked between them and Kara and nodded with a smile. “They’re going with you to make sure the machine is safe, they’ll stand at the emergency shutdown at the side of the room while you strap yourself in. Got it?”

Kara hadn’t had a chance to interject with her report on Bobbi, but it wasn’t important enough to interrupt the moment as she stepped away with the helpful agents. Bobbi had been doing well – she had made contact with SHIELD and had fed them false information already, her tracker online and scrambling her position several times over. It’d be impossible for SHIELD to decode where she was. Helped that Bobbi was lying through her teeth about where that was, too. She’d caught on quickly, and seemed to have a second sense about being watched, as she indicated to SHIELD command that she needed to cut the conversation short, reassuring them that she would make contact and even giving them a specific time frame. All part of the plan, filling any communication with SHIELD with falsified information that isn’t easy to decrypt. Since Bobbi was so clearly on the same page, she could be trusted to the care of another agent – like Kara, after the refresh of her programming. Skye resisted the chance to make Kara loyal to herself, in direct place of Whitehall. She never got the opportunity to ask him what advantage that had, but she made Kara, like many others, loyal to HYDRA itself. If Skye were ever compromised, her underlings would know better than to follow in her footsteps.

Gordon was the next one to knock on the door to the surveillance room, stepping inside and closing the door. He held his hand out to Skye, and she took it. There wasn’t much they needed to say while they still had the privacy, but she had to confirm. “Daniel’s dead? You’re sure?” Gordon nodded, and she sighed in defeat. She’d hoped that had been false information, too. Skye stepped into the other room after Bobbi had been escorted away temporarily to retrieve the black case. She would need it.

The only conclusion that Skye could draw was that she had left her mother with too much freedom, free will and choice of her own volition. That was the only way that a drastic misstep like this could happen, that, and the fact that Skye hadn’t been physically present at the compound, taking care of inducting another SHIELD operative directly. It didn’t help that she couldn’t trust Kara to have performed the duty herself, in dealing with her separation from Whitehall. But both of those problems had evaporated. It had only cost Whitehall’s life.

–

The isolation cabin used to train Inhumans was not only smaller than the one Skye had trained Melinda in, it was missing more than a few favorite features. The main room consisted mostly of a dining table with a fireplace, a kitchenette off to one corner. The space was typically occupied by an individual being forced to spend time here, meaning that someone else had to be here to take care of their needs, feeding them, getting them to the shower or bed, each dependent on which stage of the brainwashing process they had reached at appropriate times.

Now, that person was Jiaying, Skye’s own mother. Melinda sat on the front steps, standing up as Gordon and Skye approached from where they had teleported in. Skye shared a hug with her first, the emotion of the moment puffing up her face.

“Alright, big girl, what’s the plan?” Melinda asked and Skye laughed again, shaking her head.

“Can’t be anyone but me. I’ll get in there and see what I can do about making her understand what she’s done.”

“Don’t have any ideas of revenge, do you?” The thought struck Skye, at just that moment. Somewhere in the deepest dark of her mind, she absolutely did. She didn’t even know what Jiaying had done to him, to the man she saw as her mentor now, but there was a part of her that wanted to inflict worse, just for the sake of it if nothing else. She took a deep breath and shook her head.

“No. And regardless, reason will prevail. I’ll spend tonight here. Gordon, come and get me in the morning?” The pair shared a nod, and Skye looked back to Melinda. “If I’m lucky, I’ll catch you while you’re still in bed, hm?” Skye pat her girlfriend on the shoulder, smiling as she took the place where her girlfriend had sat down on the steps, letting the pair leave before she moved to step inside, carrying that familiar black case.

Skye closed the door behind her, flipping the lock over. There was something satisfying about the click, but the thought hit her that she wondered if Jiaying felt much the same way about when she had locked the door with her and Whitehall this morning, knowing full well what she was about to do. “Mother?” She asked as she turned back to the room, her mother sitting down at the table. She was still restrained by thin rope, wrapped multiple times around her chest, wrists and calves.

“Skye, dear. You know I’m no danger to you, untie me?” Her mother’s tone was light, absent the weight of what she had done earlier today. Skye could believe that the woman had already put her own actions long behind her. She stepped forward toward the end of the table where her mother sat, her fingers dancing apart the knots and gently kicking each length of rope underneath the chair again, reminiscent of what Kara had done with Bobbi this morning, too.

“We need to talk, mom.” There was a light chuckle from Jiaying, with Skye tipping her head up to meet the woman. She couldn’t believe she was treating the subject with such callous abandon, as if the man’s life held no importance whatsoever. Skye pushed the subject. “I’m serious.” Skye turned her head away, looking to the side of the room. Across the other side of the table, buried underneath a sofa that the two would be making extensive use of was a dark red case, almost like a portable toolbox. Inside, Skye knew the portable Faustus machine rested, waiting for its next opportunity to be used. “What you did was unacceptable.”

Jiaying’s tone hadn’t changed, there was a perverted levity to it still. “Skye. With all due respect.” Which was apparently none, as far as Skye could see. “Is this going to change anything between the two of us? We have a… unique relationship. Are you telling me you don’t want that to continue, dear? He wasn’t worth anything, not after what had already happened. If he was, you wouldn’t have usurped him the way that you did. Or he wouldn’t have put up with it.” Skye sighed again, a tired skepticism of the theory Jiaying was promoting. Skye’s actions had only been for the benefit of HYDRA, and Whitehall had seen that. More than Jiaying did, anyway – she was much more interested in controlling the Inhumans directly here at Afterlife.

In the distraction of their conversation, Skye had only undone the restraints around one of Jiaying’s wrists. Her mother’s hand had still darted off from the arm of the chair and started rubbing at Skye’s thigh in the meantime, her head tipped back against the back of the chair – a privilege she was afforded for her age, allowed to sit how she wanted. A privilege Skye would revoke when she pleased, if only to show how serious she was about the offense her mother had committed.

Skye reached for the black case, dragging it closer to the two from where she had set it before at the midpoint of the table. She opened the locks again and tipped it back, with her mother’s gaze solidly on her instead of distracted by the objects in her hands. Feeling more free to experiment and, in more than one way, toy with her subject here, Skye removed more than she had even for the pair of Kara and Bobbi. All of the same items she’d taken out before, in the collar with its short chain leash, the strap-on and its paired lubricant, and the vibrator with its remote control and short roll of tape, if it needed to be kept in a certain position. Beyond that, Skye took out a small plug. She had the idea to start with that.

Skye set that on the edge of the table, just in front of her mom, and Jiaying buzzed, humming a short and sweet tune at the sight of it. “Tell me you have one for yourself? It’d be cute to match, wouldn’t it?” The woman mused, and Skye blushed, looking back to the case. There was another matching plug there, and she had to wonder if her mother had seen it already. Regardless, Skye took it up, setting the two together.

“Yours first.” She said, and grabbed the bottle of lube, easing it onto the plug. She grabbed it and slid her arm between her mother’s legs, her hands separating to the sides of Jiaying’s pants and getting them down around her thighs, thankful for the elastic involved. It was a matter then of passing the plug backward and easing it between her cheeks, letting her mother rest and take it upward naturally.

“Ooh- oh. Thicker than I thought it would be…” Jiaying let loose a moan with some energy behind it, trying to lean forward, ending up fighting against her restraints. Skye didn’t see the need to loosen another of them, just yet. Instead, as her hand wound back from introducing the plug to her mother’s rear, Skye traced her fingers along the outside of her mother’s puffed lower lips. She didn’t apply too much pressure, not anything that could be construed as seeking her satisfaction. Only Skye’s own curiosity being sated. “Y-You can’t do that to me.” Jiaying whined.

“I assure you I can.” Skye said with a nod, bemused as she took both of her own hands back and started working on her own clothing. She was bent forward over the table, dropping everything below her hips, to end up bare from the waist down. She took her time with applying the lube to herself, enjoying the sensation on its own before she introduced the plug and slipped it in. She turned her back to her mother, smiling over her shoulder as she pulled at her own ass to show it off. “There. What do you think, hm?”

“Fits you.” Jiaying nodded, now left to squirm without the experience sapphic fingers of her offspring, though their connection had never been so simple. Jiaying reached out and stroked at the inside of Skye’s thighs again, not pulling back when it came to stroking her fingertips over her daughter’s lips. She had none of the same ill will that Skye harbored, and so teasing wasn’t on her mind in the same way by any measure.

Despite the gentle work of her mother’s hand, Skye wanted much more. She moved herself, climbing atop the table and backing herself up, her legs carefully balanced on the arms of the chair, wide enough on the left side to accommodate both Skye’s leg and Jiaying’s arm, still tied in place. Due to the position, there wasn’t much she needed to say as she backed herself up to her mother’s face, Jiaying understood what was being asked of her.

“You look so cute from back here, you know that? I understand why Melinda’s so crazy over you.” Jiaying chuckled, turning her head down and kissing low on Skye’s thigh as she could go, not to tease but instead to break the touch barrier. Her nose soon connected with Skye’s skin, trailing upward until it met the bottom of Skye’s lips, her own soon pressed into Skye’s skin. Jiaying’s opened soon after, her tongue making its way out as her nose continued to poke and prod where it could reach.

 

Skye held firm in her position, her legs still trembling. She extended them and wrapped her feet around the back of the chair, locking in her position and feeling her mother wrap her hands around each of her knees, even the one still tied to the chair’s arm. The feeling of her mother’s tongue soaking into her, both soon after and finally dipping itself inside, it was immediate bliss. It didn’t, and couldn’t wash away what she had done, only earlier today, but there was, indeed, something about a mother’s love.

Skye turned her head down, and even lowered it to the table, staring sideways at the fireplace as she started to work her hips backward against her mother’s face. Jiaying, without the space to maneuver, could only smile to herself at the finesse of her daughter’s technique, the leverage allowing her own tongue to slip further in against Skye’s walls. Evidently, by the sweet sounds she started to make soon after, the exact kind of attention she had been seeking. A kind that she had been longing for, her mewling moans making that clear too.

Jiaying couldn’t spare the moment to taunt or tease – instead, she was happy to continue in her assigned purpose until the riding of her face sped up considerably. The telltale trembling of her daughter atop her told enough of the story, Skye was going to cum. Jiaying nodded into it, encouraging the orgasm out of her daughter. It was Skye’s first of the evening, far from her only.

As the hours went on, Skye moved her mother around, allowing her more freedom in only the degree that she needed it in one moment to the next. The freedom to kneel before Skye and massage her legs, fastening the strap-on to her daughter’s hips before climbing into her lap to ride out her own first orgasm. The freedom to swap places, and tip Skye face-down on the sofa, Skye employing and showing off her own skills when it came to riding for another good while. The pair lost count of both hours and orgasms, but seemed to have endless enthusiasm and energy to continue.

Eventually, Skye brought Jiaying to the shower. A classic gambit, the pair could get clean before they got dirtier all over again. Skye helped her mother stay standing, kneeling between her legs and holding them, kissing from her ankle to the top of her knee, then from there up to her sweetened honeypot, tongue dragging the running water from the shower head above along with it.

It was around midnight when they spoke again in something other than an impassioned moan between the two, or a short order of direction, speed or vigor to this or that act. They were resting together on the couch, each eager to touch and toy again, but there was the murder victim in the room to clear the air on. Jiaying opened the conversation without any regret.

“I was doing you a favor, you know. Something that would have had to happen, and sooner rather than later.” She didn’t offer a pause for Skye to interject with her own thoughts, her daughter’s mind still deep in the gutter they had spent hours exploring now. Skye did take some separation, stepping aside in the room to fix the two a meal, something to give them the energy to keep going, lest they fall asleep in the midst of their taboo tryst.

“I’m aware of what you think of it.” Skye said.

“And what do you think?”

“You’ll learn when I need you to know.” Jiaying slid up to a seated position on her end of the sofa, the fireplace crackling in the new silence of the moment. She couldn’t even remember when, or which of them had started the thing, for the considerable amount of work it took to set the logs and light them, she couldn’t remember the pair untangling their bodies for long enough in the evening.

“I thought we already agreed, that serious consequences aren’t reasonable? What’s done is done.”

Skye smirked, knowing she had her mother on the back foot, and not in the same way she’d had her when she fucked her an hour ago, facing each other with her mother leaning against the shower wall. “But there are consequences to your actions. You’ll understand – exactly when I need you to. Don’t worry about it, mother.” A chilling sentiment from a woman with the precise powers Skye controlled, but for some reasons, the events of the night took the edge off the statement for Jiaying. She could agree to calm down. Unbeknownst to her, the portable Faustus machine rested right underneath her. Skye was still going back and forth in her own head about which settings she would use when she deployed the machine. With the full power of Faustus, she could retrain Jiaying to be loyal entirely to her.

A short time later, Skye returned to the sofa with their meals. “Didn’t poison it, did you?” Jiaying asked, joking as she busied herself with taking a bite, the two both eager to clear their plates and get back to the most important business of the evening.

“Even if I was going that route, you deserve more dignity than that.” Skye said, a morbid grin on her face as she joked again. “I’d do it in your sleep.”

“You can’t just say that.” Jiaying protested, while Skye reached over and played with her hair, drawing it back behind her mother’s ear, tapping her fingertips along the side of Jiaying’s head.

“I have my doubts that you’re going to do anything about it, hm?” The message was clear, and the two spent the rest of their dinner eating in relative silence. For some reason, the mood didn’t strike for small talk in any direction, and with food in the way, the erotic tone of the evening didn’t sit right again just yet either.

That obstacle was soon cleared, and Skye set aside their plates, getting right back down to business. The first order was to check how Jiaying had done with the plug inside of her, reaching around and tapping on its back side. Jiaying shivered and moaned, holding Skye on each side on the upper side of her arms, though it didn’t impede her progress.

“Mm, you don’t want me to take it out, do you?” Jiaying shook her head, and Skye continued. “Good, I was thinking you could keep wearing it, until morning, maybe?” Skye nibbled at her lip, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her mother’s cheek, then her lips. “Think you can be good for me and do that?” Jiaying nodded, and breathed out, relaxing back into the couch and opening up her legs to welcome her daughter back in.

The pair tumbled back and forth, still prepared with a variety of positions. The action slowed to a more sensual speed, becoming a literal grind at some portions as the two explored each other in slow motion, with lips and fingertips instead of the sweeping breadth of their palm. Skye’s arms stayed wrapped around Jiaying, holding her down, her lips mostly darting back and forth on her mother’s neck and collarbone, though they did dip to take in her breast, one and then the other, doting on each and finding out how Jiaying would react to the reintroduction of her tongue.

The strap-on came back too, with Skye donning it once again and slowly slipping inside her mother. At that point, she laid with her own back down on the couch, still holding her mother tight with Jiaying’s legs around her. It didn’t allow for a lot of movement, but that was just fine by the both of them, the fake length sticking inside Jiaying as the pair eventually capitulated to their lack of energy, drifting off to sleep as the fire died out on the other side of the room.

In the morning, Skye woke first, withdrawing and rolling her mother over onto her back on the sofa. She redressed and found a blanket to cover the elder woman, making breakfast for the two of them and resealing everything except Jiaying’s plug, currently occupying its place inside her mother, back inside the black case that she was going to take with her. Obviously, the contents would be important for further inductions into HYDRA.

Jiaying woke as Skye was opening up the red case from underneath the sofa, the one that held the Faustus machine. She dragged herself to a seated position on the couch, finding that Skye had also unpacked a morning robe for her, and slipping that on instead of finding her clothes, where they had been tossed around the floor of the cabin. She took her place at the end of the table, her breakfast feeling entirely unfamiliar after the events of yesterday’s morning meal.

“Well. That was an adventure… and I’m happy you deemed me worthy of redeeming.” Jiaying put some emphasis on the final word, her fork knocking her eggs around her plate, careful not to scrape against the ceramic underneath.

“Oh, I knew you would be.” Skye smiled as she toyed with the contents of the red case, getting out a small triangular device and letting it rest in the center of the table. There was also a piece of headgear, with simple straps. It looked comfortable, like the protective padding inside of a helmet. Skye entered something into the remote, resting inside the case. It returned to a blank menu before Jiaying spoke.

“Do you want to tell me what that is?” Jiaying asked.

Skye smiled and turned her head over, lifting the headgear. “Why don’t I show you?” She asked, and with her mother dropping a careful nod, Skye stood from her seat and rounded to the back of the woman’s chair, easing the headgear onto her. There was a strange sealing that occurred, a light, snug pressure coming in a ring all around her head. Jiaying got the feeling that, if she tried, she wouldn’t be able to get the headset off by herself.

“What’s this about?” Jiaying asked again.

“You did me a favor, getting Whitehall out of the way. That much is true.” Skye said, sighing again and walking back to her seat, bringing her empty plate to the far end of the room before she returned, standing with her black case on the corner of the table once again. “But you disobeyed me, and you killed the man who brought me into HYDRA, the man who was my mentor.” Skye pressed one more button on the remote, and the triangular device started to glow, just as a knock came at the front door, at the side of the expansive room.

“I know you’ll learn. I know you’ll do better next time, mother.” Skye smirked. “Hail HYDRA.” She bowed her head and stepped aside, dragging the black case along as she left the room. The Faustus program started its deployment on Jiaying. The objective of the training? Ensuring that she would be completely loyal to Skye.

Chapter 6: Playground, a Small Stage

Skye started her day with a peaceful morning spent sitting by the lake outside the cabin. The sun had just started its rise over the green peaks in the distance. The portable Faustus device she had planted on her mother after breakfast worked away. It took longer than the traditional training she had been through, but it had its benefits, fitting in the slim black case and not even requiring material presence. If she could discreetly manufacture a great number of these devices, she could start training teams all at once without so much as an in-person session. How useful that could be remained in the forefront of her mind.

Skye finished a cup of coffee before she paced back to the house. Jiaying sat upright in the chair with her back free from the rest, straight and stiff. No time to relax when she was waiting for orders – which meant that the training was complete. Leaving her coffee cup in the sink, Skye helped her mother out of the device and wordlessly stowed it away in its carrying case. They had a trip to make.

Hydra HQ. Skye’s office, that formerly of one Daniel Whitehall. The room hadn’t seen as much change as the regime had, except the name on the golden plaque on the fancy new-age desk had been replaced. She hadn’t so much as settled her mother in the seat at the corner of the room when there was a knock at the door. At the response of silence, the door opened and a short single file line proceeded into the room. They stepped in and stepped up as if into rehearsed positions, flat expressions on their faces. Soldiers following orders – just as Skye expected, and frankly, desired.

Melinda was first, and Skye was glad to see her. The sight of her reminded her of the time they’d missed together, but it was unavoidable in her quest for the advancement of HYDRA’s goals. Once the work had settled and they were victorious, the two could live a settled life together. Then again, there was always more work to be done, and Skye was thrilled to be leading the charge on it.

Next in line was Kara, with a new piece to her typical uniform, a plain unadorned black collar around her neck. Skye hadn’t noticed it missing from the bag, but she did now wonder what Kara had done with the tag from the front. Until she saw it, doubled back and underneath the front of the collar so as to be imprinted upside down against Kara’s neck. A subtle touch, and despite the deception of theft, it was clear that Kara’s loyalty had been overwritten. That was a nice enough memory on its own for Skye to forgive the slight transgression. Beyond all that Kara would accomplish for her today.

Because last in line was Bobbi. She had been in communication with SHIELD, Real SHIELD. The two factions were split and, as they had warned, at their weakest in secrecy. So split that Real SHIELD was already planning an attack on Coulson’s faction that would only be the beginning of a conflict between the two of them. SHIELD hoped to catch Coulson’s team when key agents were on the Bus, currently stationed at the Playground, Coulson’s main base – disable its flight capabilities and the team would go down with it. Their objective wouldn’t be to kill, and as Skye reassured the team… neither would HYDRA’s. Capture, on the other hand. By force.

Finally, Bobbi carried a folder of printed maps, locations around the world controlled by Coulson’s team and by Real SHIELD. Skye followed by detailing the plans for each of her commanders, the woman standing – or in Jiaying’s case, sitting as the pressure of the Faustus treatment wore off – in front of her.

Bobbi would be the one to lead multiple HYDRA Strike teams to secure the Iliad, the aircraft carrier serving as the base of operations for Real SHIELD. A team of Jiaying’s Inhumans would be on hand to assist, as would be true for every other deployed force today. Once Bobbi’s main objective had been completed, she would be left to secure all other Real SHIELD facilities too, by capture of any key agents present there, or termination of function of the facility. The goal would be to close communications networks, cause chaos – but not, in any sense, unneeded loss of life. As long as everyone cooperated with HYDRA’s objectives, no one needed to die. Skye underlined the estimated casualty loss of Bobbi’s area of attack at around fifty SHIELD agents and technicians. She moved on then to Kara’s duties – secondary SHIELD bases from both factions. She would be joined by Bobbi’s troops once the main objective had been completed. The two were in charge of discretion of force on their own merit and responsibility. Reports to Skye would be limited, especially as…

Her own task for the day, along with Melinda and Jiaying, accompanied by a large HYDRA task force and the largest deployment of Inhumans, was to set in on the Playground and join both SHIELD teams there. Several Inhumans had been discovered to have the power of a physically impenetrable barrier, which through testing it seemed even air could not transfer through. Closing the barrier around natural, material objects came with predictable results. They would work together and close a dome around the entirety of the Playground, and negotiate the surrender of both SHIELD factions at once.

With the plan settled, Skye dismissed her agents in order. Kara was the first to leave, having the lowest priority. Bobbi was next, with communication established between the HYDRA Strike teams and the Inhumans that she would be commanding today. The other two would be joining her personally – and they would be transported on a plane familiar to some agents they would be seeing today, a Boeing C-17 Globemaster III. The same base framework that was built upon to create the Bus. Skye couldn’t help herself, craving the ironic touch of taking them down with what was effectively their own equipment.

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The timing was crucial, since they were operating on the heels of Real SHIELD’s own attacks against Coulson’s team. The execution would require a degree of luck, too – they’d have to hope that SHIELD wouldn’t receive signals from their secondary bases and turn around to defend themselves. If Skye and her group showed up at the Playground to take on Coulson’s team one-on-one, they could handle that responsibility, but the location of SHIELD would be unknown, and that was a risk she wasn’t looking to take. As far as she was informed, between Bobbi and her other sources, the Avengers would only be occupied with their own business for a short time longer, in the span of only a few days ahead. If HYDRA wanted to take any actions against them before, or when, they came to the rescue of either SHIELD faction, time was running out to settle the foundation.

The plane was being kept in an oversized hangar – the extra space projected strength, or so went the thought process, and they didn’t need another plane of its size. Walking across the floor, Skye was met with the sheer size of her crew today, and imagined the logistics of how many agents she’d deployed with the actions she had already ordered. Kara’s team had to number fifty or more, split between the separate squads she was in operating command of. Bobbi’s had to be double that, to include the Inhumans working alongside her. And this team in front of her, between her two generals and the squads, was the size of the other two combined. All told, she imagined the number to be near four hundred individuals working together today. A proud, unified HYDRA, set on one goal.

The elimination of SHIELD.

The HYDRA pilot and co-pilot were settled into their seats in the cockpit, a split-level room with a command center on top and the pilot’s seats in front and below, a short back-and-forth staircase the mode of transfer between them. For takeoff and landing, the three commanders would be strapped into their seats in the command center. Once they were in the air, the cabin would be stable and they could move about as they wished. The two pilots also had specialized headwear, establishing a communication channel between themselves and the flight crew, but not allowing them to hear the discussion taking place in the command center above them. They wouldn’t have the security clearance for the information Skye would need to share.

The first information to arrive was from Kara’s team. She had successfully infiltrated and cleared three forward bases belonging to SHIELD. Evidence found within them suggested that the plan of attacking Coulson’s team was well underway now, and that they had committed an outsized portion of their resources to the venture, including the presence of most of their high-ranking agents. Just as Bobbi had reported before. Her team’s next target was Pandora, SHIELD’s second largest base. If they were going to find equal resistance to what they’d encountered already, they expected it to be a skeleton crew, in more ways than one.

Bobbi herself reported similar results from the top deck of the Iliad, though her efforts were still ongoing. The plan as it stood was to capture the crew, and for HYDRA agents to restart its operations. Failing that, they were going to spend their time doing what Kara’s team had already done, finding any evidence of present or future SHIELD plans – or any connection possible to the Avengers. It could hardly be speculated what would be found, but that they’d landed without incident was a promising sign for things to come. It seemed Bobbi’s intel had been right on the mark.

That left Real SHIELD’s location in question, and Kara’s team hadn’t been able to find any trace of them before the… outgoing crew had shut down their tracking operation. She had her doubts that it’d be any easier at Pandora; they’d already lost the element of surprise.

Skye combed over the map present on the table in front of her at the command center, her lips twisted to one side, her girlfriend and her mother looking on from her side and across the table respectively.

“How long until we land at the Playground?” She asked the in-flight crew, the message relayed to the pilots. A brief pause later, a response.

“An hour, ma’am.” An hour was going to be long enough. It was going to have to be, too.

The plan couldn’t change, but priorities could. Skye sent out a new order, the capture of anyone who had real-time knowledge of SHIELD’s location, crucial information to be considered over the next hour. It included a bounty for both the capturing unit and for the individual willing to sell the information, only a fraction of the resources at hand.

Informed of the change, Bobbi buzzed back with one issue. “A bounty? My units are going to want to split up so they don’t have to share it. Are you positive it’s worth the risk? If we encounter SHIELD and find out they’ve turned around to defend themselves…”

“Then we’ll learn quickly and move to the backup plan.” Skye defended her objectives.

“... Are you telling me you’re willing to accept losing units, if SHIELD does turn around and surprise us in turn?” Bobbi asked, stunned. Skye confirmed, and diverted the conversation with the details of the rest of her orders. Once the teams were updated, she asked for a status update from the Iliad. Bobbi had tuned out of the communication to make her own advance into the lower decks, so a lieutenant responded instead.

“We haven’t faced heavy resistance yet. Teams are scrambling, it seems they really didn’t expect us and their efforts were focused on their own offensive work.” The soldier said. “That being said, we still haven’t located significant new intelligence related to their mission. It could be that they took it with them, or that they were content with leaving people on a need-to-know basis.”

Skye sighed. “I don’t need you to speculate, soldier. Stick to what you know.” That being said, her estimation sounded correct, and between the two Skye was leaning toward the latter. Perhaps they’d only disseminated the fact that the team would be occupied, and not what they were doing, for fear the information would get into the wrong hands. Somehow Bobbi had remained on the inside of that inner circle. An hour wouldn’t be long enough for Kara to complete her team’s objectives at Pandora – they would be setting up the barrier by the time Kara had more information for them.

Melinda reached up to the chin of her helmet, flipping a switch and flashing three fingers on her hand, a signal to switch to a different communication channel. Skye did so and stared at her lover across the table, her eyes also flicking over to her mother once in a while.

“You know what we could do with an hour of free time…” She trailed off, and Skye stood up straight against the edge of the table. There was a heat to her cheeks, but mostly it spawned because she was shocked that Melinda had made the suggestion.

“And have the flight crew walk in on us?” Skye deflected, casting a glance ahead toward the pilots. They weren’t the only ones, with the flight attendants regularly checking on the crew, not to mention HYDRA officers scanning the channels for any important communication. “No, no, but… in due time. I won’t make you wait all day.” Melinda buzzed, already teeming with excitement – with a suggestion like that, Skye had something special in mind.

Without the ability to learn anything new from her team for now, Skye excused herself from the command center to walk around the plane with one objective in mind, reviewing the Faustus devices on board. They were being brought for low-level agents, the use of the devices against SHIELD leadership carried too much of a risk in case the process was disturbed. There were ten such devices, and Skye could only hope she wouldn’t need more of them, and perhaps that she wouldn’t use all of them.

She descended to the second deck of the aircraft, opening a storage room with her own special key. The door she opened after entering the room would only budge if the room had been opened with her key, otherwise the shelving unit stayed flush with the wall as if it didn’t exist at all. While she was here, the shelves flipped, the upper and lower shelves housing five of the portable devices. They were a slightly earlier prototype than the one she had used on Jiaying, and that was part of the reason they carried more risk.

Her inspection consisted of opening the carrying cases, a sleek black hardshell case around the size of a typical first aid kit. And oh, how helpful she could be with this kit instead, first aid injected straight into the mind of an oft-willing individual. At least, they were typically more willing than they’d first admit. She assured that for each case, it had the device, made of a soft band that wrapped around the head with four connectors that would adhere to the scalp in different areas. In turn, those were connected with wires to a set of pill-shaped devices stuck to the outside of the band. To make a long story short, that made up the delivery system of the Faustus training. It was crude, but it was fast and practical. There were also some practical items contained within the case – wet wipes for cleaning the skin where the patches would be applied, and anti-anxiety medication for particularly nervous subjects.

The inspections were interrupted after Skye had checked the seventh case, she closed it to the sound of knocking at the door. She was mildly surprised, seeing as no one else but a regular patrol was set to be in this area of the second deck, but she opened it to come face to face with that patrol, a tall thin man who didn’t introduce himself by name. Instead, he thumbed over his shoulder.

“It appears two of the Inhumans who are supposed to hold the barrier later are having a… breakdown in their mental state. I was going to report the issue up the chain, but I saw that you were here.”

Skye smiled, looking around him to spot the two that he’d mentioned standing together in the hallway in the distance. “Thank you. Take a break from your duty for the rest of the hour, we’ll be preparing to land around then.” Skye responded, patting his arm for a job well done and locking up the room before she stepped into the hallway and walked toward the two women, two of the ten Inhumans that would make up the team setting up the barrier later on.

Skye recognized them from her time living in Afterlife. One leaning up against the wall was a redhead with freckles across her cheeks and her shoulders named Caroline. The other, a blonde with short hair framing her face and not extending much further was Marci, on one knee beside Caroline and speaking softly and slowly to her friend as Caroline seemed to be hyperventilating, tears streaming down either side of her face.

“She isn’t recent, is she?” Her presence had apparently been unexpected, as the two instantly turned their attention to her, both chins tilted up to make and maintain eye contact.

“No.” Caroline stuttered through her tears, as Skye set her hands on either one of her hips.

“You’re nervous about what the two of you have to accomplish later.” She knelt down on her own, one knee against the cold metal floor in the same position Marci was in. “But you don’t need to be. You’re going to do fantastic work, and you’re part of a wonderful team. All of you will work together, and all of us will be there to protect you.”

Caroline shivered as something about the message resonated with her, though well or poorly Skye couldn’t read from her face. She had another suggestion in mind for the two, though, and she sighed wistfully before she opened her mouth, a blunt statement following. “Marci, have the two of you ever kissed?”

The blonde blinked, her eyes trailing from Skye’s to Caroline’s, both sets looking back at her. She shook her head, and there wasn’t a hint of deception, instead an outright representation of the truth. This brought a smile to their leader’s face.

“Why not try it out? She’s stressed, it could help her. Show her what she means to you?”

Marci’s lip quivered, and if Skye could see out of her peripheral vision as well as she thought she could, she thought she saw much the same from Caroline. The two looked into each other’s eyes, hazel battling blue. It’d been an order, and they weren’t about to openly defy that in front of their trusted leader. Marci was the one to lean in and make the connection, easing Caroline’s head as comfortably as could be done against the wall she was already backed against.

As the two let their lips toy and tug and topple over one another, Skye reached forward for Marci’s hand, wrapped around the back of her palm and she brought it between Caroline’s legs. She made the same effort in the other direction, encouraging the two to rub at each other if they could spare the focus from their intense make-out session. She gave each a kiss on their temple before she stood and walked away, pleased with her contribution. She also reminded them that the plane was set to descend and land in a short period of time, they’d do well to strap themselves into the emergency seats.

Skye went back to the cockpit’s command center to do that for herself, the flight crew securing her in her seat before departing the cockpit to find their own secured seats. The two pilots at the front of the plane started to detail the descent conditions, reminding everyone on board that they would likely be descending into an active battleground, a military operation on three sides. The Inhumans had a hand signal and a wristband to show their allegiance, and no one dressed quite like HYDRA. Even in the darkest chaos, Skye couldn’t imagine an unacceptable level of friendly fire across her unit.

There was still no status update from either of the other teams, as the Playground came into sight on the horizon, and the plane shifted its momentum, its engines turning and operating vertically instead, similar modifications made to this aircraft as had been to the Bus.

“So much for a classified location.” Skye said as she monitored the situation outside, noting that there were other aircraft parked around the entrance to the base. There was a hole blown open in a submerged wall, smoke rising from an explosion that had deteriorated into a wispy tower, indicating that it had already been some time since the impact. “Get me an analysis on those aircraft. Anything registered to another faction of SHIELD?” Something felt wrong about the word leaving her lips, but her head hurt when she tried to think about it too hard. Besides, she had a mission to focus on, and a hardened allegiance to HYDRA. That, and a promise to keep to her lover.

Illuminated on the center table of the command center was now a detailed layout of the last known understanding of the Playground’s internal blueprint. There wasn’t much that could be done if that had changed since anyone was last able to infiltrate SHIELD’s database. They could only operate under reasonable assumptions. This view was being broadcast to Skye and the trio in the command center, as well as the agents in the passenger section of the plane. Their mission was as with the HYDRA and Inhuman teams that had started their work this morning – disable high-value targets, and use force where necessary on low- or no-value targets.

A number of faces were shown on the lightboards next, high-level agents assumed to be here from both factions of SHIELD. The one that Skye took to staring at was Jemma Simmons. A PhD holder, a genius biochemist who worked with Coulson’s team for now. One of the Faustus training devices that Skye had checked earlier was earmarked for her - so thoroughly that Skye had written her name inside the case. She wanted to see to it personally, as she had for her mother.

“International Flight Association registration SC-1007A is a known private passenger aircraft used by Robert Gonzales - Real SHIELD.” Another voice spoke into the communication channel, and Skye grinned. They were on the right track, and both factions of SHIELD were right where Skye wanted them.

“Good, copied.” She replied, as the descent finished and the tires squeaked as the massive aircraft landed on top of the Playground. The back bay of the large craft opened, and three HYDRA squads poured out along with a fighting squad of Inhumans and the ten that were going to build the barrier around the Playground, two women trailing just a few paces behind the rest of the crew. The trio in the command center unfastened their seats and charged out of the plane as well, ready to join the fray.

The ten Inhumans tasked with the construction of the barrier had spread out to perimeter points, while the Inhumans and the HYDRA squads that were going to infiltrate the Playground stood in square formations, Skye pacing ahead of them to deliver their final orders before the attack.

“Today marks real change, today marks what we’ve been waiting for.” She said, taking off her flight helmet and casting it aside, earning her the stuck attention of the masses in front of her. “The faces that you saw on the lightboard are lives that cannot be lost. Capture is crucial, that is an order. We have information to take from them, information that is present here, but is critical to the advancement of our order and our way.” She held her hands behind her, pacing back and forth in front of the crowd. She was proud of herself, and she could feel the power coursing through her here.

“Anyone who was on that board cannot escape, and they cannot be killed. Anyone who was not on that board cannot escape, either.” She knew that explicitly allowing the use of force wouldn’t be a favored course of action by any other leader. Here, though, it was going to get her the result that she wanted. She was sure of it.

At the tail end of one of her long paces before the crew, Skye spotted something in the middle distance ahead. A familiar aircraft, parked outside of its hangar on the surface. The Bus. Maybe someone had expected something, but if they’d tried to get away, it hadn’t worked. She clicked the heels of her boots together and turned back to her units. “Hail HYDRA!” She chanted, and the group including the Inhumans joined her immediately, chanting three times in rhythm until they were dismissed to begin their charge. Melinda raced ahead to join them until Skye caught her by the arm, pointing out the Bus instead. She still tried to wrestle her arm out of her lover’s grip, until Skye took a firm hold and stepped into her lover’s side, nibbling at the base of her ear and speaking to her in a low growl.

“You’re going to come with me. You’re going to obey me.” Melinda fell powerless in response, dropping her protest and turning toward the Bus with her partner. Skye’s purchase of a similar plane model wasn’t entirely coincidental, as she revealed by locating an emergency hatch for opening the bay door from the outside of the plane. She stood aside with Melinda as the door opened for them and stepped inside with her with one specific target in mind.

“Where are we going?” Skye’s lover asked, holding her hand tight and keeping their fingers entangled. She was walking along and keeping pace, so the question wasn’t out of protest. On the one hand, Skye didn’t want to spoil the surprise, since this was what she’d planned. On the other…

“To a place you’ll be familiar with.” Skye assured her, although that applied to most of the internals of this plane. If she thought about it for another moment, Skye was sure that Melinda would come up with the right answer, a special location here that had some amount of meaning to both of them, and would be an extra thorn in the side of the person it belonged to.

She didn’t have any fancy technology for the door to Coulson’s office, instead opting for a classic set of lockpicks she’d stuck into her back pocket this morning, planned for this purpose. After a few minutes of work, the door slid off its latch, lazily opening and sliding free. Skye held it open until they were inside, knowing it’d still automatically lock unless she disengaged the system elsewhere. Too much work.

Coulson’s office was stacked too high with papers, three separate stacks on his desk and others around the room, including two on the front side of a drink station stocked with whiskey. Skye let go of Melinda’s hand, stepping over to it and opening the crystal container.

“I didn’t expect you’d want a drink while we’re on a miss-” Melinda stopped, as Skye tipped the crystal over, pouring the whiskey over the stacks of paper and lifting a boot to kick them loose. Her eyes went wide, as Skye stepped up to the papers on the desk and did the same routine in the opposite order, kicking them first and then spilling the remainder onto the loose papers on the floor. “What are you doing? That could be useful to us.”

“It’s not going to matter.” Skye grinned, her shoulders shivering with the power coursing through her. “We’re going to stop all of them here, use their stupid petty fight against them. I’ll have whoever I want in my office by the end of the week, a newly trained HYDRA agent.” Seeing as each stack of paper was thoroughly soaked, Skye turned the crystal over and poured the last of the alcohol onto the carpet, wasting it out of spite more than anything.

“Is this what we’re here for?” Melinda asked, betraying that she’d had something else in mind. Skye tapped a hand against the end of Coulson’s desk three times and stepped aside to show Melinda where she could take a seat.

“No. You’re what I’m here for. Strip.” She pointed at Melinda’s all-black suit. If this mission had gone another way, May could have walked straight into the Playground and played the role of triple agent for HYDRA. The forces at play now were simply overwhelming – Skye didn’t even need to be present. Melinda acted as asked, meekly turning her shoulders in and taking down the zipper of the suit.

What gave her away most was the fact that Melinda wasn’t wearing anything underneath the jumpsuit, except a slim black bralette. Once she stepped out of it, Skye could add the woman’s pair of black ankle socks to that, but there wasn’t another exception. She kicked the suit free to the side of the room opposite the soaked pulp mess that had also been kicked, before she stepped up and turned on her heel, her fat ass landing against the edge of Coulson’s hardened wood desk. Skye looped her leg in between her lover’s, applying some force to bring Melinda’s back down onto the mostly-flat surface. On the way, her hands swatted at what remained, a laptop computer and some more loose files. She didn’t want Melinda to get a paper cut.

Skye started in on her lover, pressing a kiss into the crook of her neck and taking a deep breath of her. The active smell of Melinda, worn well on her even though the two hadn’t been active for most of the day up to this point. She wouldn’t trade that smell of her woman for anything. “I know, you’ve waited so patiently to have me again.” Skye teased her and Melinda whined, nodding her head. She knew as well that Skye had had other partners since the last time they’d been in bed together, which wasn’t true of Melinda. She had been so busy, even, that she hadn’t taken care of her own need in some time. The result was a complete mess between her legs, soaked as well as the papers scattered across the ground, her thighs spread open and looking well-oiled. “You could have begged me, you know.” Skye teased once again, as she undressed herself, but only halfway, removing her pants and belt and leaving both on the corner of Coulson’s desk for now.

With her legs wrapped around one of Melinda’s, Skye started to roll her hips forward and back, grinding for a rhythm of her own pleasure. She did make the effort to slide far enough forward that her hip would be offered up to her girlfriend, who made her own best effort to grind upward into Skye for herself. Just as the two settled in, though, there was an interruption with a buzz of Skye’s earpiece, a communication coming from the battle raging outside in the Playground.

“Oh dear daughter of mine,” Jiaying cooed, in an overly cheerful tone for what was happening. At least it must have been good news, for her to be in a joking mood. Then again, she hadn’t been distraught over what she’d done last time. “Where are you? The attack is progressing well. We caught them in time. Seems Gonzales’ group was here for a toolbox of some sort, we haven’t found that and everyone’s pretending they don’t know where it is.” Skye sighed, staring over her girlfriend’s bare body, her hand lowered and circling around Melinda’s clit. The woman’s eyes were wide as saucers, her own hand clasped over her mouth as she struggled not to make a sound, knowing it would be immediately broadcast to anyone listening in.

“Most important are the faces from the board, mom. All of them must be captured.”

“We have most of them in custody. Our most recent acquisition is the biochemist.” The reply came through immediately, and Skye grinned.

“Jemma Simmons?” The name was confirmed. “Oh. Bring her to the room I showed you, with the special key. There’s a black case settled on the table with her name on it. You’ll… know what to do.” Skye took a deep breath, keeping the channel open as she watched Melinda squirm from side to side, clutching at the hardwood table and fight her instinct to scream in agonized pleasure. “And once you’re done.” She added, plunging two fingers into her overprepared girlfriend, causing Melinda to open her mouth into an exasperated expression of silence. “Bring her and report to my cabin on the plane. Important work to be done.” Skye reached up and pressed a series of buttons on her earpiece. She couldn’t completely disable the communicator, but she could turn it off for a period of time to spend it uninterrupted with her precious girlfriend.

“You think she can tell that you just want to have sex with her?” Melinda teased, leaning back on the desk and propping herself up upon her elbows.

“I don’t know about her, but anyone else who listened in? Mmhm.” Skye hummed, pleased with herself as her hands stroked at her lover’s sides, fingertips tapping along the bones of her hips. “And if she can’t tell now, she’ll know later. So, we’re going over there, back to the command center. You need a moment?” Skye teased back, and Melinda nodded. Skye granted her that, stepping aside where Melinda had kicked her suit off. Her girlfriend rubbed gently at her face, groaning as she felt her building arousal burn away at her thighs.

“You just turn me on so much, it’s not even fair.” Melinda started, her eyes opening to the sight of Skye stepping into her black suit, pulling it tight against her legs and continually tugging at it to smooth it against her hips, then further up. “Wh-” Melinda laughed, covering her face before she gathered her breath. “What are you doing?”

Skye turned her head up at the inquiry, a mischievous grin across her face, ear to ear. “Oh, just stealing your suit, since you didn’t bring anything else.” Melinda gasped, looking around, but Skye had taken back her own shorts from the desk, too. She didn’t have any options, but to put her bralette and her boots back on and get ready to leave. “I guess you’ll just have to run?”

“Across a battlefield?!” Melinda shouted, but the heat in her cheeks betrayed that she thought it was just as hot as her partner did. Skye nodded, reaching over and patting her girlfriend on the head.

“Yeah, now you get it.” Skye said as she finally zipped the suit up over her breasts, shaking her shoulders and running her hand along either side to smooth them down.

“You’re going to pay for this.” Melinda promised, glaring.

“Oh yeah? Are you going to make me wait to let you cum?” Skye teased back, poking at Melinda’s bare side as the woman climbed off the desk and the two prepared to walk back to the other plane. Skye didn’t remind her that they could always stop by one of the locker rooms and have Melinda steal someone’s clothing. It seemed it wouldn’t be necessary.

Skye opened the bay door at the back of the plane again with the internal controls, wrestling her hand against Melinda’s shoulder while giggling and forcing her to run off the plane first. She also held the controls for the bay door of the other plane, one thousand feet away on the tarmac outside the Playground. There weren’t many HYDRA patrols in the area, but ‘not many’ wasn’t ‘none.’ Melinda’s face was as bright as their eyewear before Skye opened the bay door on the other plane and the two climbed inside, with Melinda scurrying for the entrance to their cabin. This time, she had a key of her own, the backup that she always kept tucked into her boots.

She fumbled with it, and Skye took the opportunity to catch up and press her into the door from behind, turning her head to the side and letting her cheek softly meet the metal sheet of the door. She placed kisses across her lover’s jaw, then cheek, then neck and shoulder, turning into softened nibbles and bites somewhere along the way.

The two settled in the room with the door closed behind them, Skye content with teasing her lover without promising anything more, with what she knew to be on the horizon. She couldn’t be sure how much time had passed before there was a knock on the door. There was some more buzzing from her communicator, but she wasn’t listening as she stood up, answering the door in the nude.

She came face to face with a freshly trained Jemma Simmons. The biochemist stood tall and brave-faced, her eyes glassed over, her hair chestnut brown and straight, ending below her shoulders. Skye could tell that she hadn’t fully recovered from the training, but she could test whether or not the woman would be coherent enough to join them. “You look tired.” She started, and the woman nodded. That wasn’t quite enough for her, though, she wanted a verbal reply, so she pushed on. “Where are you at, hm? Why are you here?”

Jemma blinked, and something registered behind her eyes, if only the presented implication that she was going to be asked to leave if she didn’t respond appropriately. “Oh, sorry. I’m just, yeah. So… Tired. I’m here… on the plane, not the Bus, to…” She blinked again, and stared. “Skye?” She then stared over Skye’s shoulder, seeing Melinda in the distance. “Oh! Well, she said I was being brought here to meet some people, but I know the two of you.” Jemma laughed, and then her eyes dropped to scan the bodies of the two. “Oh my god, you’re both naked.”

“We are.” Skye confirmed, with another laugh and a smile as she opened her arms to the woman ahead of her. “You want to join?” Jemma hesitated, but she stepped in, rolling her jacket off of her shoulders and starting to undress by the bed. Skye offered a side-hug to break the touch barrier, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to her jaw before she turned back to her mother at the door. “Don’t think I was leaving you out. She might be new to this, she could use all the guidance she can get.”

Jiaying acted the opposite role of the woman she had welcomed into the space, eagerly stepping in beside her and undressing herself. Skye closed the door behind her, locking it from the inside so they wouldn’t be faced with any other interruptions. Melinda laid on the center of the bed on one of her sides, watching their new friends ready themselves.

“You’re not going to let her go first though, are you? She should face some sort of punishment for what happened with Whitehall.” Melinda teased. It was a horrifying mental image to reference in the moment, since she had been the one to discover them, but she also wanted to see Skye take what she so clearly wanted. She had to ask about that, too. “And… was this the reason Jemma’s face was on the board?”

“The board?” Jemma asked, looking between the three, but she was stopped with Skye approaching her and bringing her in for a kiss. Front to front, Skye wrapped her arms around the small of the woman’s back, pressing her palms in tight to secure her grip. Jemma returned the gesture by putting her arms around Skye’s shoulders, surrendering the better space below and letting Skye guide her as well.

“Don’t worry about a thing like that now. You’ve got a lot to learn, and a lot to accomplish. And you can start on your knees.” Skye encouraged, pulling from the woman’s hips to help her slide to the floor. She took the signal, her face sliding right between Skye’s breasts on her way down. Her eyes closed but as her lips trailed over skin, Jemma took the hint and started to offer a trail of kisses. The space was heating up, the corner of the room with two bodies and one pile of clothes. The cabin inside the plane was already something of a cramped space, built to accommodate two, not four for an extended period of time. The vents hummed, moving fresh air in, but the heat would develop into a problem over the hours. Skye nudged Jemma back, putting her back into the corner to offer some support as the woman’s mouth lined up with Skye’s lips.

“I’m not going to wait forever.” Jiaying said, eyeing up Melinda and taking a step toward the bed as Skye’s head snapped to her shoulder.

“Yes, you are. Melinda, love. I see a spot open for you.” Her lover blinked, looking between the three of them. If not with her mother then… behind her? Kinky, but wasn’t Jemma doing what Skye wanted there? “Lower.” Skye teased, and eased her legs forward, setting them inside each of Jemma’s to keep the biochemist’s legs open and show off her glistening cunt. The real question was whether this was her first taste of what she’d be getting into with Skye, or if Jiaying had given her something of her own once the training had completed.

Either way, Melinda took the hint and slid free from the bed, crashing onto her own knees and lying down on the floor. She turned upside down and slid her head into the offered position in the corner of the wall that Jemma rested against. On seeing that she was ready, Skye helped Jemma lower herself further, knowing it was time to stop and hold her up as she heard the sound of Melinda’s mouth offering attention upward to Jemma’s lips, too.

“There.” Skye said, nodding as she climbed with one leg on Jemma’s shoulder, pinning her in place and stroking through her hair with one hand as well. “What you learn from her you can provide to me, hm? You’re a quick learner, aren’t you?” Skye noticed over the next few minutes that Jemma took that advice, as she could feel the tongue swirling against her skin, plying open her soft lips, taking up techniques that she was familiar with feeling from Melinda’s tongue instead.

“Oh, yeah.” Skye cooed with a pleased nod, her head also leaning into the corner of the wall, sweat dripping from her brow. It wasn’t a second later that she heard a light yelp from the floor, staring down to see that Melinda was looking down her body, and it took putting her head to her shoulder again to see that Jiaying had fulfilled her promise and joined in from the back.

“I said I wouldn’t wait!” She cried out, Melinda’s legs split and one wrapped around Jiaying’s hip as Skye’s mother had forced her girlfriend into a scissoring position, their lips making out and dripping together in a sweet blended mess. Jemma seemed to be having a hard time processing the attention from both sides, panting and sweating with her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open.

“I’ll deal with you later.” Skye promised her mother, turning back to the biochemist, her newest underling. “For now…” She devoted her attention to Jemma, feeling the squirming attention from both sides of her now, a hot wet mess being made on either side of her from the combined tongues of her own mother and Jemma, the inexperience of one shining through. At least they would have plenty of time to train her, Skye thought as she combed through Jemma’s straight brown hair with excited, jittering fingers.

“Built for this, weren’t you?” Skye teased her. “Just like me.” Just like he knew all along, she thought to herself. Her own brain hummed, pleased by the thought she couldn’t say out loud. The mission, that was what was important.

Jemma huffed, dazed and carrying through the bliss that she was surrounded by. She was struggling to put the pieces of the moment together, and from the look in her eyes she was going to struggle to name the person underneath her, let alone the one on top of her or the one behind Skye, if she could even perceive that she was there.

The night didn’t stop in the corner, though that was where Jemma earned the honor of having given Skye the first orgasm she’d brought to her. Skye, in turn, earned the honor of the first orgasm Jemma received as a HYDRA agent, taking her bent over the bed with Skye’s fingers making quick work against the woman’s clit and a feverish tongue working apart her lips. Melinda could say that she helped, but it was undoubtedly her leader, her lover, that had finished it off.

Skye took part of the evening to have Jemma for herself, easily coercing the group to split the showers in two, with Melinda and Jiaying taking one together first, and Skye and Jemma going after. There, Skye made sure the woman returned the favor Skye had granted her, bending over at the back of the shower and letting Jemma rest on her knees in the middle of it, Skye’s cunt backed up against the pretty face.

Later on, the four rested in bed together, with Skye, Melinda and Jemma along the top and Jiaying settled along the end of the bed by their feet. “... And that’s just the start.” Skye assured Jemma, stroking at her hair as the woman took deep breaths, still shaking from her most recent orgasm, given to her by the woman who was now stroking at her ankles. “We have so much information to show you. You’re going to do some great work for us.” Skye pressed a kiss into her temple and grinned as she stared off into the space above.

She imagined the next operation they’d undertake, ideally an offensive against the Avengers themselves. Since they were busy now, she had to wonder if they would mobilize against HYDRA first, but even if they did she would be ready with a team of her own. She imagined the next board that she would create, the individuals she would want captured… who would undergo the Faustus treatment next. There was no question, though, of their loyalty to Skye. And, of course, secondarily, HYDRA. The leader of the organization drifted peacefully to sleep, well aware that the operation still continued within the Playground below. She had already established who would keep watch throughout the night, and she would be informed of any necessary changes when her communicator came back on within the hour. For some reason, surrounded by three beautiful women that she’d just given a taste of her sexual prowess, nothing else seemed to be of the highest priority yet.