Andromeda, a novel by Joe Nobel, Part 47 -- getting by

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Andromeda

Anna and Liudmila continued to share that little apartment in Harlsden, becoming the most unlikely couple. Each night, they would argue over who got to be whipped by whom. Although each would have preferred a man, no man could meet their needs like Uri had, so they gravitated towards each other until they were locked in an orbit that got tighter with every passing month.

Liudmila took a part-time job working under the table at a flower shop beside Jubilee Clock. It was just a short walk from their flat on Furness Road. She took care of the flat and awaited Anna’s return from work each night with a hot meal.

Yes, Anna, too, got a job. She was offered a paid position with MI6 to debrief them on her life with a Soviet General. It occurred to Anna that the offer came just as they were behind on their rent again, defeated, sinking deeper into debt, with no choice but to accept their offer.

Each day, Anna would ride the Tube’s Bakerloo line from her stop at Willesden Junction down to Waterloo Station. She would pass through security at Century House, MI6 headquarters. Then, she would spend the next eight hours, less two fifteen-minute breaks and an hour for lunch, talking with her debriefers. They would record her conversations on a reel-to-reel tape recorder, and she would talk about her daily life as a slave of General Uri Konstantine. They would ask her to go back and describe every single detail that she could remember. She described sex scene after sex scene for them. When her story was improbable, they would bring her anatomically correct dolls, challenging her to show them how those acts were physically possible. Or she would demonstrate positions for them herself. She would kneel before them to show how Uri made her perform for him. She demonstrated how he preferred oral sex. Then she showed them how she had to bend over and hold her ankles with her knees locked, ready to receive him from behind. They always had her use a dildo on a mannequin for these demonstrations, although she let it be known that she wouldn’t mind giving the agents a treat, demonstrating these acts on them. Yes, she was that frustrated.

But her debriefers were more interested in military intelligence, for example, the dates of General Konstantine’s trips abroad. Think, Anna, they’d say, when did he leave on that 1960 trip to Cuba ... But that’s impossible, Anna, they’d remind her, those dates overlap with ...

And, then there was Odin.

They may have thought that she was crazy and that she imagined him up. But they seemed to believe that she believed. They’d listen to every lurid detail of the acts that both Uri and Odin performed upon her. She told them of the blur of time when day meant sex with Uri and night meant Odin. She told them of the time that Odin took her time-traveling. She was able to describe the historical details far too accurately for anyone but a professor of ancient history to make up. Then out of nowhere, they asked if by chance Odin took her to any place that was improbable. Valhalla, perhaps. She told them he didn’t. Nothing like that. But then she reminded them of how Odin had urged them to escape on that day at the Gerbeaud.

Even as she was telling her escape story, her mind went back to the sex as Uri’s slave. She repeated her offer to demonstrate some of the acts she was forced to perform. She so wanted one or more of her handlers to take her — just once. Had her agents not been monitored themselves in the two-way mirror, more than a few of the young men would surely have accepted her offer.

At the end of each day, she would take the Tube back to the Harlsden flat, hot and worked up from reliving all of Uri’s and Odin’s torrid sex. Liudmila would always be waiting for her. As she walked in the door, she would ask Liudi if she had a good day. Liudmila would always tell her yes, but never would ask how hers went. It didn’t really matter: there was always a hot, cooked meal waiting for her, and the flat was more or less clean.

Then one day she discovered that she had told her MI6 handlers everything she knew. They had rehashed every detail of her life going back as far as her first childhood memories. They even found out about her mission handler, Andrew Locket, and how she and Andy were clandestine lovers. They had a dossier on Locket. They told her in passing that she wasn’t his first or the last, and it was just as well that she wasn’t with him any longer. But in general, their questions offered very little in return. Soon, everything Anna could possibly tell them had been told. All inconsistencies had been reconciled and all possible facts that could be verified, were.

“Liudmila, I think I’m out of a job. I’ve told MI6 everything I can,” Anna said as she cuddled in Liudmila’s arms that night.

“I’m sure you’ll find another one. In the meantime, I can ask for more hours at the flower shop.”

“They made me an offer.”

“Oh? Doing what? Secretarial work?”

“No, as an MI6 agent. They already have a mission in mind for me, if I pass their training program.”

“Doing what?”

“I can’t tell you, it’s classified.”

“Sounds dangerous. Do you have to take it?”

“It’s the only option I have. You know I can’t go back to America. The CIA has photographs of me leaving Uri’s apartment that first time he let me out, and of us sitting in the Gerbeaud. They think you and Aida were KGB agents. And they tell me Andrew Locket won’t help me straighten this mess out. He was the one who labeled me a traitor in the first place. But I won’t be going ill-prepared on any mission. I’m being sent off to train at a super secret facility inside an old fortress somewhere in the Midlands. I’ll only get out on weekends to see you.”

“I’ll miss you, Anna. Be careful."


… to be continued …

Look for more Erotica, Science Fiction, and Fantasy at @joe.nobel
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