The man groaned. “Fay Avalon.” His slurred words ran together between sniveled blubbering. “All mind travelers have active SNS implants surgically implanted under their tongues.”
“Their tongues?” Drakker shot a nervous glance toward the back of the room where he knew Logan remained unseen.
“Yes.” He yanked his arms from Maddog’s hold. “An inactive SNS is embedded in the flesh of their lower left arm, close to the surface, so they can cut it out without causing too much damage to themselves.”
An emotional, charged bellow echoed from a darkened corner of the tent. Logan’s gut-wrenching reaction to their prisoner’s words professed his feeling betrayed by Fay. The thought Logan had doubts about Fay again made Drakker uneasy. He wanted to confront Logan and point out they all couldn’t have been wrong about her. He was sure Logan would give him the speech about how they’d been too quick to accept her because women were so rare. How their attraction to her had caused them to be weak and overlook things they shouldn’t have. But it was bullshit. Before the night was through, he’d make Logan see the name the spy was protecting was Chandra Lamar.
“And why would they want to do that?”
At the man’s silence, Maddog grabbed and pinned him as Drakker took his frustrations out on the spy’s midsection with several brutal blows. The sound of snapping bones was audible as a few ribs gave way beneath his knuckles on a couple of hits.
“Okay!” He gagged, gasping for air between coughs. “I’ll talk.”
Maddog released him.
He hugged his arm around his midsection. “You broke my fucking ribs.” Spitting blood he continued. “If they get caught it’s like a suicide pill, but instead of killing themselves, they save themselves. Can I sleep now?”
“So what you’re saying is all mind travelers have two SNS devices implanted in their bodies?”
“Yes!” He groaned, wincing as he pressed his hand against his ribs. “And before either of you hit me again, yes, they know about both of them.” The man spit more blood. His breaths were shallow gasps. “Just five minutes. Let me rest for five minutes then I’ll tell you everything.”
“No sleep until you tell me how having two SNS chips can save them. What’s the connection to getting caught and cutting the SNS out of their arms?”
“Come on, man!” the spy shouted, and Maddog smacked the back of his skull. He leaned forward, raising his arm over his head to protect it from Maddog’s reach. “Please, I can’t think I’m so tired.”
“Talk if you want sleep.” Drakker held his hand up to stop Maddog from striking the spy.
The man’s teary eyes filled with hatred. His words vented an angry tone. “It’s a fucking way to convince their captors to accept them as traitors to the Underworld government. Get it? It’s a way to keep from being prosecuted as a spy when captured, yet still let the UG know where they are at all times, so we can then come in for a rescue. Cutting it out of their arm is a dramatic and impressive way to make the captors believe they’re a runner and take them into their confidence. They’re then given freedom to move around in the captors’ world. Now they become an in-house field agent for the UG.”
“God damn it!” The words were drawn out in a pain-filled wail. “Drakker, I’ve heard enough!” Logan stormed past them toward the tent’s exit.
“Wait!” When Logan didn’t stop, Drakker rushed after him. “Maddog, watch him!” He pointed at the spy then slipped out of the tent. Stopping Logan after a short distance, he confronted him. “Where are you going?”
“To find Fay!”
“Fay’s not our spy.”
“Are you in denial or what? You heard him.”
“Logan, think. This spy is lying to us.”
“Yeah? He’s either the greatest goddamn liar, or he’s telling the truth. I’m betting he’s spilling his guts on Fay.”
“He’s giving too much. I don’t believe him. Trust me. I’m an expert in the drugs and methods I use for questioning. I’ve got another twenty-four hours of work on him before the guy breaks. He wants us to kill Fay. She’s still a threat to the UG. If anything, Chandra is our spy. We never saw her SNS removed. Arlo told me you heard her say something to Fay about deactivating her SNS, not cutting it out.”
“Bro, his story matches exactly what happened with Fay. He has no way of knowing any of that.”
“Are you f’ing kidding me? Logan, they have mind travelers!” Drakker followed Logan toward Fay’s tent, trying to block his path.
“Get out of my fucking way! What he says is true. I’m getting her and bringing her in.”
“You’re going to regret this accusation against her.”
“I regret letting you and Arlo convince me to trust her. How many people will I lose this time? How many, Drakker?” His voice raised an octave. “I’m the one who has to live with this. Not you. Not Arlo. Me! I do.”
He stepped in Logan’s path to stop him. “Will you just stop for a minute and think this through? You’re tired. You’re not thinking with a clear mind.”
“Oh, and you are? You’ve been up all this time.” Logan shoved his shoulder, pushing him out of the way. “I’ve had some sleep. I’m thinking very clearly, and I know I don’t have the luxury of overpopulation to risk even one more life to this cause.” Logan swept back the flap to the tent.
“You’re going to put an unnecessary and hurtful wedge between you two. You might not be able to repai—” Drakker followed him into Fay’s tent. Both of them stared at her cot. It hadn’t been slept in, and Fay was nowhere in sight.
* * * *
The cold permeating Fay’s bones told her they left her where she fell—on the concrete floor of the Underworld government complex. The UG’s leader Landen Reto ordered a severe beating when she was returned. Hours, maybe days, had passed since her interrogation by the UG. She was in more pain than she’d ever felt in her life and she was unable to see. She lay shivering in her icy cell. It was a curse she was still alive.
She covered her nose. The stench of burned flesh from her branding still lingered. Her physical pain was nothing compared to her mental anguish. She thought of escape, but what was the point in trying? She was tarnished merchandise now.
Fay inched into a ball wishing for death to take her. She shivered again as she remembered the pain of the first crushing blow. The brute struck her face, splitting her bottom lip wide open. She stroked her tongue over her lip and felt the rough edges of crusty scabs. She winced with the flash memories of the following blows until they all blurred into one image of bloody brutality.
The sickening recollection of the taste of her own blood made her nauseous. The powerful pain of a man’s knuckles smashing into her head, her ears, her ribs, anywhere he could to bring her more pain, pulled a hatred so deep from within Fay, she screamed until she couldn’t scream anymore.
The agony purposely imposed on her by her torturer to bring her unconscious mind back for another bout of abuse would never be forgotten. It had seemed like the beating would never end, and it didn’t until they couldn’t bring her around again. For all she knew, they may have continued to beat on her unconscious body for hours before someone got smart and realized if they killed her, she’d never talk.
The silence told her no one was in the room with her right now. She dared to try to open her swollen eyes and succeeded with one and only enough to see the dried stain of her blood marking her clothes and the ground where she lay. Judging by the size of the blotch, she’d lost a lot of blood. Then her gaze zeroed in on it. She clamped her eye shut. Her body folded it on itself into a tighter ball. She rocked and rocked in slight motions within her curled-up shape until she found a small, dark hole for her mind to hide in. She didn’t want to remember the red glowing rod they’d used to forever brand TRAITOR on her chest.
Even the briefest sight of the branding iron made her stomach churn. The memory of the pain was horrifying. They’d left the iron there as a form of psychological torture. To remind her she was for
ever tarnished. Forever marked.
The salt of her tears burned in the split flesh over her swollen and bruised cheeks. No one would want her now. Not Drakker, not Arlo, or Logan. No one. Even if her men would take her in out of sympathy, she couldn’t do that to them. Fay cried until she couldn’t cry anymore.
Life was fucked up. It wasn’t right. She’d been honorable! Through it all, she never caved, never told what she saw or knew about the Airbornes. Why hadn’t God protected her from this atrocity? She slammed her fists onto the floor, not caring about the pain. What did any of it matter anymore?
She didn’t even get to say good-bye or to thank her wonderful men for changing her life. No matter how brief, they gave her a moment in time to experience their world. A world she’d never forget. A world that would forever live in her heart…Fay shot up, gasping at the pain as she moved into a sitting position. She knew how to reach that world!
Her heart pounded with the possibility. If she couldn’t be a physical part of their reality, she could be part of it remotely. In actuality, she wouldn’t have to turn her back on the men she loved. They’d never know, but she could live with them for the rest of her life, vicariously through the fourth and fifth dimensions, while her physical, branded body rotted away.
There was no one who could stop her from making a psychic connection rather than accepting her ill fate here. Lying down, she curled into a fetal position. Where would her men be? Back home in Trinidad or farther south still at the balanced rock where she was kidnapped? She freed her thoughts and let her mind go. Because of her physical and emotional connection to her men, all Fay needed was to let her mind go and take her to see them, wherever they might be.
She found Logan slumped over the strategy table. Why is he still here? He’d fallen asleep while studying the maps she’d circled. His usual clear red energy was now a dark, muddy blue. He was hurt and feeling betrayed, feeling fear of the future and of speaking or hearing the truth. She couldn’t blame him. Everything had been set up to appear that way. However, it didn’t mean she had to leave it that way.
Using the energy in the fifth dimension, she dropped Logan’s brain oscillations down, forcing him into deeper sleep. Here, she altered his state of consciousness, and brought him to her as she’d done with Drakker. But this time, she created a romantic setting. Candlelight lit the area. The sound of a waterfall echoed in the distance, and Logan woke in a warm, soft bed with her beside him. She cuddled into his chest. He sat up.
“This is a dream, right?”
“Does it matter?”
“Hell yes, it matters.” He twisted his body confronting her. “You betrayed me. You set me up.”
“Did I?” She touched his hand with compassion in hope of turning his anger into understanding. “I thought by now you’d know I hadn’t.”
He withdrew from her touch, resisting the input of her positive energy.
“Sometimes it is what you don’t hear or see that is important.” She frowned. How many days have passed? Her beating seemed to have gone on for days, but judging by Logan’s vibes, not much time had passed. “Please tell me you’re not following the advice I gave you? Tell me you’ve discovered the others are missing.”
“What in the hell are you talking about?”
“You didn’t find my message?”
“No. You were in an obvious hurry.”
“Logan, check the coyote’s ear. Remember the last words I said to you. Remember what I did. Remember what your gut said.” If he only knew she was here because she loved him. It was killing her to know she’d never see him or his brothers in the real world again. “Remember the ghost circles. I put them there as a warning.”
“How am I to trust you?”
“Your trust is misdirected. It is not me you distrust, but yourself.”
“Bullshit.”
“Logan, your trust for me will only come when you stop doubting your instincts and trust yourself again.”
“So, did you run away from me?”
“Run away?” None of this is making sense. “No. What day is it in the physical world? Don’t tell me you have yet to discover that I, along with Arlo, Andonis, and Chandra were kidnapped? The spy was left to convince you I was the spy. I love you, Logan. I never would have left you. Ever. When I was with you and your brothers, I was the happiest I’ve ever been or ever will be.”
“Hey.” Drakker walked up just as he would if he were in the physical world. “Mind if I join you two?”
It was Fay’s turn to be surprised. “How did you get here?”
Drakker showed a hurt expression. “That’s a fine how do you do.”
She jumped off the bed and ran over to hug him. “That’s not what I meant. Of course I’m happy to see you. I’m just surprised you got here all on your own.”
“Babe, I’ve been coming here every night since you first brought me here. Something opened up inside me that first night. All I have to do is think about this place, and I’m here.”
“Hmm, sounds like your seventh Chakra opened, but why do you come here?”
“Waiting on you.” He lifted her up and squeezed her. “You rock my world, ma chérie.” He set her back on her feet. “So, tell us what to do to solve the situation we’ve got in the other world, so we can get back to the important stuff, like.”
Logan looked around and grumbled, “Where the hell are we? Is this your dream, her dream, or mine?”
“Bro, this isn’t a dream. We’re in a parallel reality. This is real. It’s why you still look and feel physical.”
Fay smiled. “I brought Logan here tonight because I wanted to see him, you, and Arlo.” Her neck blotched with self-awareness, and she looked away. “I wanted you all to know the truth. I didn’t betray you.”
“I know.” Drakker pointed a finger at Logan. “That’s why I asked if you gave him any ideas on how to find you and the others.”
“I left several clues in the physical world. Here, I wanted to—” Fay shivered at the prickles of embarrassment creeping up her spine. “I wanted to make sure his mind didn’t cloak his memory of this moment. I wanted to give Logan an experience he couldn’t forget.”
“Woohoo! If it’s anything like mine was…trust me, he won’t.”
“This is the most befuddled dream I’ve ever had. What in the hell are you two talking about?”
Fay gave a coy smile. “Well, now that Drakker’s here…how about we have a psychic ménage?”
“I’m game, babe.”
Logan frowned. “Drakker? Heavy petting and oral sex is one thing, but our first time fucking her has to be with all three of us.”
“Come on, Logan. That’s an agreement we made in our physical world. This place is different.” Drakker flashed his beautiful white smile at Fay. “Where are the ropes?”
She laughed at Logan’s horrified expression. “I have something else in mind, more toward Logan’s secret pleasure of voyeurism.”
The scenery around them changed, giving her men a sensuous show. Fay now stood in the overflow of a natural waterfall, allowing the rivulets of water to caress her naked flesh. Once her skin was damp, she stepped away from the cascading water and sauntered over to the edge. She poured a tropical-smelling oil into her hair. She gathered her hair in a ponytail over her shoulder, and in a suggestive act, she raked her fingers down the silky length, just as she’d run them down the shaft of their large cocks. She continued her erotic show by soaping her hands with the oil then washing her breasts in seductive circles, before squeezing her nipples and fondling her breasts to fascinate her two voyeurs. She finished with a pinch at the tip of each hard bud.
She swore she heard a moan from behind a rock, but her body was in such need of satisfaction she didn’t bother to look. She sucked in a deep breath as she smoothed the oil down her tight stomach and over her mound until she slipped her finger into her slit, causing a groan to escape. She parted her legs and messaged her pussy with the oil, moaning at the delightful sensation as she glided i
t through her slit. Her fingers toyed with her clit and dipped deep into her pussy. Heated and horny, she ran her hands down the inside of her thighs only to draw them back up in a slow and teasing glide to the swollen lips of her mound.
Fay stretched her body out in a lazy, sexy motion until she lounged beside the crystal water of the lagoon. With little effort, she filled a gold pail with water then trickled it over her oil-covered body, causing shiny beads of water to pool in sexy clusters over her stimulated body. She rinsed the oil off her pussy, breasts, and legs before rolling onto her hands and knees to refill her bucket. Before she could rinse the oil from her back, Drakker emerged from the water like Neptune, his naked flesh dripping with drops of crystal-blue water as he made his way to her.
Drakker’s tanned, wet muscles gleamed under the golden light around them as he slowly stroked his hand over his hard cock. He dropped to his knees in front of her and offered his dick to her open mouth. “Suck my cock, ma chérie, while I finger fuck your ass.”
As she drew his engorged member into her mouth, she felt him run his fingers down her spine, sliding them through the remaining oil covering her back. In a taunting trail he slipped his oily fingers between her cheeks to find her anal opening.
She pulled his cock from her lips. “Yes. Fuck me like that.”
He inserted a finger into her rosebud. She squirmed and moaned with need. After several strokes, he inserted two fingers, and she cried out.
“Oh God! Yes, yes, yes. Deeper.” She bucked and arched against his fingers. “Faster.”
He did, and she moaned louder.
“Drakker.” Logan sauntered over to them. “The only thing that’s going to satisfy this lusty woman of ours is for you to stick your cock in her ass while I fuck her pussy.”
“You’ve been watching us, haven’t you?” she cooed at him.
Logan sat down. Drakker removed his finger from her behind and backed off the moment his brother anchored his hands around her waist. In answer to her question, he pulled her over to straddle his hips, letting her dripping pussy hover over his hard cock with her breasts hanging in his face. He cupped her boobies and began sucking her nipples as she eased her pussy down his shaft.
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