5 comments/ 4537 views/ 4 favorites Defiant Divisions Ch. 01 By: SinfulMinded This is it, your last night as Dominika. The simple idea caused the brunette's perfectly painted lips to break out into a contained smile. After this, she can be buried in the deepest depths of hell with the rest of them. "Due to tonight's festivities, Mr. Stone allowed for quite a delicious finale," The announcer's voice boomed deafeningly and she felt her heart quicken against her ribcage, "Please welcome Sir Alexander Stone's very own, Dominika!" There screams were thunderous, and as the curtains dropped to the ground, only intensified at the mere sight of her. She stalked into the center of the stage dressed sparingly in red, resembling the exact image of the devil's personal slut. And perhaps she was. After all, Alexander Stone could have been mistaken for the devil by many. The crowd drank in the sight of her until their heads felt dizzy, the tight red corset that caused her breasts to practically spill out clung tightly to her body, showing off each delicious curve it had to offer. Her long, sculpted legs decorated in fishnet stockings and high leather boots. As she stood upstage, momentarily blinded from the white lights, she could feel the eyes of hundreds. Hundreds of sick, wealthy, power-hungry men who, with each powerful step she took, desperately wished to have this sexy piece that belonged to Alexander Stone. Of course, wishes rarely come true. Each audience member knew that for her to be on stage performing for them was an exquisite treat in itself. Dominika was Alexander's very own slut and he did not bode well with the idea of sharing her. She was his prized possession and he wasn't afraid of reminding those seemed to show a little too much interest in her what he was capable of. She wrapped her hand around white silk that was strung from the ceiling before effortlessly raising her body from the ground. One leg wrapped around the fabric as she worked her way higher into the air, her body twisting exotically in slow sensual movements in beat to the music. She could sense him there before even looking, sitting up in the private balcony with a glass of scotch in his hands as his eyes burned into her body. There was a large part of him that was desperately in love with her, that she was certain of. A part of him, slightly less monstrous than the rest, held so much sick love for his sweet, little Dominika. After spending over four years with the man in this relationship, she knew more about him than he could ever begin to imagine. Things that he didn't dare tell his most loyal followers, and things he didn't dare even admit to himself. For being one of the main leaders in this repulsive industry, she thought he would be a challenge. She was surprised by how quickly she was able to put his pieces together. 'Dominika' did have a bit of an upper hand when it came to that sort of thing. After all, she was trained by the very best and her capabilities rendered her far beyond the typical instincts and instructions of regular spies. Of course no one here knew that, no one knew her. They were able to get to know the carefully crafted image she had portrayed to them for the past four years. Dominika Annikov, the lovely girl from Russia who was taken under the wing of a very powerful man. And that bitch was as good as dead after tonight. The brunette climbed her way to the top of the ceiling, her red clothing contrasting against the pure white silk that tangled around her. Like heaven trying to reclaim hell. She pulled the expensive clip that held her curls in place at the base of her neck and shook them out, sending deep, chocolate brown hair to drape over her shoulders and cascade down her back. Fifteen feet above the stage she allowed her eyes to focus on Alexander's before a small smile broke across her face. She tossed her hair clip to him and watched as he easily caught it, his hungry eyes darkening but never leaving hers. His fingers traced over the clip, his initials plated in gold. Dominika almost burst into laughter with her last little act of defiance. Not allowing herself to wear his initials in their last moments together was so sweet. Instead she settled for a smile, her full lips breaking into a sexy smirk before letting go of the rope, allowing her body to fall towards the stage. The crowd gasped as they watched the girl free fall downwards, only to watch her catch the silk at the last minute. Closing her eyes, she twisted her body around the silk several times as the crowd erupted in applause and cheers. When her eyes reopened she untwisted herself from the ribbon and sank gingerly to her knees and began to slowly crawl across the stage. Each rotation of her hips slow and exaggerated as she made her way over to the designated spot. Her bright eyes found a peculiar box in the corner of the room, right by the unused exit door. It was located at exactly two o' clock from her designated location and to her dislike she found the light was only still red. Not a good sign, but not the worst. No one in the room would have expected that the beautiful girl on stage, who danced in slow mesmerizing twists, would be the reason of the downfall of the night's transactions. A red light flashed in her peripherals as someone threw something on stage to her. Glancing to her feet she found a large dildo with a suction built into the bottom of it. For fucks sake, you have to be kidding she thought to herself as she glanced up to where Stone was sitting. There was a flick of a lighter that signaled back to her and Dominika knew it was his way of showing her exactly what he wanted. Sick prick. You want a show? I'll give you two of them. Dominika felt as if she were on fire, each atom of her body tingling as a smile broke out across her face. Wrapping her fingers around the dildo she suctioned it to the floor, the crowd roaring in approval. "Fuck on it, baby girl!" "Keep that sexy ass moving." Anger pulsed throughout her body at the lewd comments, but she was able to keep the sex-starved-slut smile on her face. She was so close; they couldn't get to her now. Dominika stuck her tongue through her pouty, painted lips and licked the dildo from the balls up to the head as the crowd watched. The agent was actually surprised that Nathaniel Stone was allowing her to put on a show for an audience. His obsession with Dominika was unhealthy on every level. He had murdered one of his loyal buyers once after expressing quite an interest in Stone's "perfect little whore." However, this was a big night for him, his brother and the buyers. Yet they had no idea how big of a night it would actually turn to be. Dominika saw a flash of light in the corner of her eyes and her smirk grew. The light changed to a dim green and began blinking. Of course no one noticed- as their eyes were glued to Dominika's tongue swirling deliciously around the head of the dildo. Blue. It all happened in a matter of mere seconds. The girl on stage, still on her knees, retrieved a small knife from her leather boots and hurled it at the blue light with astounding accuracy. A violent alarm sounded throughout the building as the room erupted into screams that were completely different from the ones that had just been surrounding her. Lust turned to confusion. Most men in the crowd still believed it was part of the act, all except Mr. Stone who felt something inside of him unravel. As the doors to the building flew open Nathaniel Stone did not pay attention to the army of men addressed in all black who infiltrated his prized club. His cloudy blue eyes did not unlock from the girl- his girl- who transformed before his very eyes on stage. The club was no longer dark with spotlights focused on her; instead, the whole building was filled blue light and screams of struggle and chaos. All of his most loyal men and consumers were at his club tonight. They all came because it was meant to be one of the most special nights that Alexander Stone had ever experienced in his career. And his lovely girl was meant to be the final act before the real business took place. Nathaniel watched unblinking as Dominika wrapped a black robe around her body, covering it from him. He owned it. He owned her. However, the girl whom he had spent the last four years of his life with was no longer present. Her usual sexy expressions were replaced by one of complete focus as she watched the men in black grab Stone's men, hauling them out of the club. There was a sort of relief and satisfaction that rushed over her beautiful features as her gaze drifted up towards him. As their eyes locked, she did not bat an eyelash. It was as if she was staring at a man whom she did not know, a stranger. Not a man who owned her very body and every thought. Maintaining eye contact, she kicked the toy at her feet with disgust and watched on with a small smile as three of the men grabbed onto Alexander Stone by his expensive, tailored suit. His eyes tore away from hers for a brief moment to defend himself from the assault, however he knew the second a needle pricked his neck that he was- for the first time in his life- helpless. Stone was able to keep his vision clear long enough to see her turn away from him. On the back of the robe a small blue symbol that he had only seen once before. A symbol that his brother had explained to him was their biggest threat. The only people who could ever get in the way of the project they had dedicated their life working on. The mark of Defiant Divisions. Defiant Divisions Ch. 02 Natalia Evenings made damn sure that each minuscule detail went as smoothly as she planned. She watched with careful green eyes as each sick bastard was taken from the building by one of her heavily armed agents, ready to liquidate the product instantly if any problem arose. Allowing her eyes to flicker back up to the balcony, which was now empty, a small smile graced her lips. The picture of Alexander Stone's face laced in anger, confusion, and sudden realization was one that she was sure would stay with her forever. A keepsake forever engraved in her mind of watching the devil finally burn. He deserves to be punished for everything he did. She scoffed at the irony of her own thought. Her phone sounded quietly in the pocket of her robe and she barley glanced at it before answering. "Prescott," she greeted, beckoning the remainder of her men to follow her as she stalked off of the stage and continued behind the curtains, "I want a location and a full report on the products that have been apprehended." "Every head is accounted for, sedated and secured," he responded quickly, "and we're directly heading towards the lock house with full, all around, protection." "Disclose on full protection." "There are sixteen armed vehicles surrounding the transportation vans and two eagles flying directly above us. Your mission has been completed, Agent Evenings. Congratulations on a job well done." "Thanks, Prescott", the corners of her lips lifted upwards as she continued down the carefully hidden hallway- her boots clicking softly against the hard concrete, "but the mission has one last stage until completion. We have those sick fucks on their way to eternal confinement, but now it's time to release the doves." "Of course," his voice was soft and she could hear the smile on it, "release the doves, Agent." Clicking her phone shut, Agent Natalia Evenings stalked up to the massive, metallic door and swiftly punched in the code that she had been repeated in her head as a mantra as soon as she learned it. N-S-4-7-3-8-0-S As the heavy door creaked open each of her men filed into the chambers with tremendous speed and focus. She however, stood at the entrance and allowed her deep green eyes to wander around the horrific space as it broke into screams of terror and confusion. In the dimly lit chambers she counted hundreds of beautiful young women- of all shapes, sizes, and race- thrown inhumanly into large cages. Each of the women was deprived of all clothing and wore a collar with a number on it. The number they were assigned when they were taken from their own existence and hoarded into the largest human trafficking chain to ever have existed. And now, because of her, they were free to return to their loved ones. Walking into the center of the room she watched as her men began to free each of the captives from their prison. "Listen, please," Although her voice was soft, it was full with authority and was capable of having the whole room fall into complete silence. She took a deep breath before continuing. "To many of you, I may seem extremely familiar," her voice echoes off the thick concrete walls. Natalia was able to easily read people, for it was her expertise in the profession she excelled in. However she could not stomach the look of pure anger and revolt that crossed a few faces in the crowd that she had dedicated her life in rescuing, so she continued, "For the past four years, I have been going by the name of Dominika Annikov and was the property of a man who was very much responsible for your enslavement. However, I can assure you all that I am not her. I am not that monster and I am so sorry that you had to witness me in that mask." The looks of revolt had begun to fade off of their faces and instead confusion and tears replaced it. "I go by Agent Evenings, and I have been working for an undisclosed division- separate from any government run operation-as a spy for the past twelve years. And for the past four I was undercover as the woman many of you had surely had the displeasure of meeting." Every eye was focused on her for the second time that night and Natalia was able to watch the fear melt away into a look of hope on the face of each collared prisoner. "My duty was to infiltrate the largest trafficking cooperation and to shut it down completely from the inside. And although I was not able to save the people before you, I have many of the men who kept them as prisoners on their way to a maximum security center where they will all rot. All of the women may not be freed," she paused and took a deep swallow, "but a majority of them will be found and assessed for physical and mental damages before returning to a normal life. Or as normal as one can go back to living after such a tragedy. Tonight was meant to be the largest trade this company has ever held, and I am so happy to tell you that none of you will have to suffer like the women before you. You are all free. The Stone brothers have been captured and the company will no longer exist." The silence was deafening and the agent could feel her heart stammering within her. Then, there was crying. Hundreds of women crying, clapping and hugging anyone they could get their arms around. The agent was surrounded by these beautiful women with tears running down their faces, and she felt something inside her warm for the first time in a long time. "There are clothes outside of the door for each of you. Just some t-shirts and sweatpants which should hold you over until you return home. Where each of you will be directly transported by one of my men." And with those final words, she quickly stalked out of the dungeon so no one could see the tears of joy burning within her bright eyes. Her body felt on fire in the most magnificent way. A sense of accomplishment that she had never felt before. Never dreamed of. I did it she thought to herself I fucking did it. Natalia couldn't wait to get out of this area, never to return. To dispose of all of her awful clothing that she had been forced to wear for the past four years and to return to her own skin. To leave Dominika behind and to let her burn. Her phone rang, "Prescott. What's the report?" "They have been delivered to the lock house," he responded, but there was a certain hesitation to his voice that the agent caught immediately. "Prescott." "There... seems to be one less person then we thought." "How could any of them escape after being heavily sedated?" All warmth from her voice vanished and was replaced by a brisk, emotionless, speech. "Turns out, he never made it to the club," her partner's voice was weak and so unlike him. "Who? Who didn't go to the club?" She mentally made a list of the men she had seen taken from the building by the men wearing all black. Alexander Stone. His main cronies Peters and Johnson. The most faithful customers. Who wasn't there? "Nathaniel," his voice barely above a whisper, "Nathaniel Stone was not present at tonight's event." The older brother. The brains behind the organization and the system. The backbone. Cruel and far more brutal than his younger brother, Alexander. "Does he know about what happened here?" Despite the fear spiking through her veins she was able to articulate calmly. "We assume. He has eyes and ears planted everywhere. He must know something has happened." Of course he did. Nothing ever happened without Nathaniel Stone knowing about it shortly after. "Thank you for the report, Prescott," Natalia responded. "And Natalia?" She froze, knowing that he had never once called her by her first name. No matter how many times she begged him to after years of partnership and friendship, "Please, be careful." She closed the phone and glanced up at one of the mirrors on the ceiling, surveying her appearance. Her makeup was still heavily done from the beginning of the night and she looked the same as she always did. By just looking at her, no one would ever know who she was and what she was capable of. "I am Dominika Annikov," she whispered, the Russian accent thick and spilling from her mouth like sweet syrup, "and I am so very scared, Nathaniel. Where is my Alexander? Please, help." Dominikia was not going to be buried, not yet. Not when Nathaniel Stone was still on the streets. A devil may had been captured, but his creator was still roaming free and creating more flames, and more hell.