Chapter 3

A/N A little back-tracking to fill in the 'glaring' holes in the last chapter. No Beta, so all mistakes are mine and mine alone. Updates will take longer seeing as health + hospital = no time for a week or so.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Syfy and mature themes ahead.

Helena waited, her eyes glancing every so often to the tall agent at the display case, then asking for the worthless clerk to check the inventory in the back of the store. "Please be a dear and see if this comes in flesh tone?" Helena had said, swallowing hard at her own inappropriate thoughts as she watched the clerk go to the back of the stock room. She knew she needed a distraction, for a short reprieve as Myka stood stock still, the artifact gripped tight in her gloved hand that was now shaking as it hovered over the stand it was once placed upon.

"Claudia requested a picture?" Helena softly placing her hand on the rigid forearm of the taller agent. "Myka?" Helena whispered softly as she guided the agent's hand, placing the phallic back on to the display stand.

"What?" was all that was said from Myka? Her green eyes now a darker shade as she slowly turned to the shorter woman. Helena swallowed down the lump in her throat; the stranger now reflected in those eyes caused her to take a step back.

"We need a photograph, Agent Bering?" Helena gently squeezing the agent's arm, watching as a quick flash of green came back to those eyes. "To duplicate?"

"Right … yeah," Myka's unsure voice became stronger with each word as she set the phallic back down on the display case, reaching for her phone to snap a picture.

"Did you want glow in the dark?" every word of the annoying clerk grated at Helena's resolve. Her only concern was the effect of the artifact on her fellow agent. Her never letting show the worry and concern for this woman she had now felt more for. MacShane was a right sot she could care less about, but Myka … her dear, sweet Myka.

"No you sot… flesh tone if you please?" Helena barely able to speak out in her most repressed tone, then turning swiftly back to the agent, her hand already digging through the soft leather jacket to search for the 'smart phone'. "If you please?" Helena was asking, trying her best to mask the urgent worry in her tone. "A picture for our young genius?"

The interview with the grieving mother had racked Helena's nerves, grateful that the woman had given them the name of this cesspool for a lead, but to watch the effects of this artifact cloud over those bright green eyes was almost her breaking point. Her palm itched from the last missing piece of her plan to rid this horrid earth of all the pain and heartlessness this world was so screaming for.

But Helena knew she must solve this puzzle and help Myka find peace before the end.

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"The Marquis De Sade was a man before his time." Helena saying as she watched Myka down the second dozen of those dreadful mollusks;

Helena could not refuse the hard pull as Myka guided them into the small Oyster shop earlier. "We can send those pictures to Claudia so Artie can duplicate it." Myka was saying when she halted them just in front of the shop. The immediate history of the Sade from the files they had read came racing back as Helena side-eyed the many customers enjoying the slimy treats. She then losing herself as Myka held the chair out for her at the small table in the back of the restaurant.

"May I?" Helena had asked, pointing to the phone Myka had placed on the table.

"After I order for us," the briskness and pointed tone with a slight hint of a French accent caused her shoulders to shudder. She gave a slight smile as Myka handed the phone over to her, her eyes in a quest to send the pictures to Claudia, ignoring the flirtations from Myka as she ordered for them both. Helena queuing in on the order that excluded butter, sauces or red meat, Myka opting for the raw mollusks and a platter of vegetables.

"Claudia says we should receive the duplicate within twenty four hours and to hang 'tough' or whatever that means?" Helena was saying as she nodded her thanks for the glass of clear, crisp wine the waiter set down in front of them both. Myka just grunted as she downed the whole glass of wine, followed by the inhalation of the dozen oysters set before them. Her fork smacking lightly on the front of Helena's hand as she reached for the fried order in front of them.

"Wench, take these back," Myka said as she held out the basket of fried fritters.

"Myka!" Helena staged whispered, her eyes wide at the rudeness she had never been witness to from the young woman. The young woman looking up, slurping an oyster down as a never seen before look crossed her face.

"You will not beqwith such reckless with your health with such disregard," Myka then sitting back as she dabbed her cheeks with the napkin. "That is only reserved for me," in a heavy French accent. Myka's eyes then widen over the rim of her glass of wine, her hand shaking at the foreign words escaping her lips.

"Besides the other …" Helena said as she raised her hand, waving their server over for the tab.

"Please, enlighten me?" Myka said as she finished the last of the oysters, Helena then leaning forward to wipe the last bit of liquor from the side of her lip. Myka then swiftly grabbing Helena's wrist as she sat a bit upright at the tight pain of the grip. "You wish more?"

"Myka, are you still there?" Helena whispered, her one free finger brushing just under the jaw of the younger woman. Myka nodded as she swallowed hard.

"As you know from the files, the Sade was a stickler for healthy eating, an innovator before his time."

Helena just nodded, busying herself with the plastic card in the folds of her wallet, a grim smile to the young woman who rang them up. "Yes, my darling. He touted the benefits of a healthy lifestyle. His proclivity toward shellfish and non-sauce. No red meat or breads or butter if I remember correctly?" Helena trying desperately to run her one free finger along the jawline of the younger agent. Her knowing that this strong woman was trying with all her might to fight off the effects of this artifact.

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"How much time?" Myka asked as she closed the hotel room door behind them. Her back pressed against it, willing herself to not step further.

"Twenty two hours before we receive the duplicate from Claudia," Helena sighed as she let her bag drop to the floor. She raised her hands as Myka flinched against door, her watching as the young agent curled her hands into balls. The slow drip of blood down the agents wrists from clinching too hard made Helena step back.

"Maybe I should call the front desk for another room?" Helena was saying as she picked up the phone, her mistake was turning her back as she made that call.

Flashes of that night were a blur to Helena, her front being pushed onto the bed, her moans stifled as firm teeth bit the fleshy thickness of her shoulder from behind, a firm finger pressing between her lips as she threw her head back as the cold of the air-conditioner hit her bare thighs after her jeans were ripped from her body.

The one clear thought she remembered was a slight reprieve, salted tears dripping on her dry lips as the world stop spinning. Her breasts stung from the heated abuse she had pleaded for as teeth raked over them. Her thighs slick with the desire she begged for, the tip of that ivory phallic then tickled her wet folds.

"Myka, please be my Myka?" her hands clasped against fiery mouton cheeks, the heat burning against her palms as harsh hips stilled against the frantic thrusts of pelvic bones as her legs quivered from the pain when she had wrapped them so tightly around Myka's stilled hips.

"Helena?" was the last shred of 'her' Myka, before the pain and ecstasy overtook her body. Small flashes of the porn store, of exchanging the artifact blurred her vision. It had taken two nights before receiving the fake phallic to replace the true artifact. Every night was a blur to both Helena and Myka as the older woman would give a small whimper as the younger pulled out handcuffs, silk scarfs, or whatever was near to bind Helena to the rungs of the bed. Helena let out a heated yelp as Myka ripped the bedside lamp away on the second night, the cord held tight between her hands as she stalked her way on the bed, Helena feeling the depression from Myka's knees as she stalked her.

Helena shot up, pressing her hand between those breasts. The hard feel of that sternum bone pressing against her fingers.

"Wait!"

Helena exclaimed, her then twisting around to the night stand, Helena knowing what was to come, playing into the effect of the artifact was her ecstasy, and her worry was how Myka would react after the bag. She shook her head, knowing the seasoned agent would understand the effects of being 'whammied' and the price Helena paid to help her deal with it. Or so she hoped, either way, Helena was gaining insight and pleasure from this.

On a few secluded wonders through the aisles of Warehouse 12, Helena had stumbled upon a Phallic or two, resisting the urge to run her fingers over the smooth ivory, wondering if the ecstasy out-weighted the draw back. One night, when all that was to be heard was the scurrying of the rats through the aisles, Helena sank back against the shelf of AA 269. Wrenching her hand back from the temptations of such pornographic artifacts. Her heart and eye drawn to the many phallic 'toys' of the 'Virgin' Queen in her hey-day. Helena had always been the aggressor with the women of her time, her deep yearning buried in the soft folds, wishing for a strong woman to 'take her'.

"Make me beg for my pleasure" her own deep-seated yearning held buried to her heart until that day at Atlas house, when that 'Amazon' held her at gunpoint.

Helena was more than a willing participant, her desire meeting her secret wishes, her heart swelling when she saw the burned hole in Myka's glove. Her grin growing as Myka threaded her fingers through her silken hair, watching as she strapped the black leather harness around the younger woman's hips.

The first night was a nervous fright as Helena succumbs to the effects of the artifact that drove Myka to the brink of sadism. Never in her wildest fantasies had anything come so close. She knew she had to fight her desire if she was to alleviate any of the effect of the artifact. By the second night, her body was humming from the anticipation of what was to come.

"You are mine," Myka moaned as she lifted Helena's legs up, placing each one on either side of her shoulder, kissing against Helena's ankles as she smiled, "This will hurt."

"I hope so," Helena whispered to herself, thrusting her hips to take in the oversized phallic.

"As I am yours," Helena groaned out as Myka pressed closer to her with her body, her hands cupping Myka's cheeks as her legs spread widered. Myka thrusting deeper with each press closer, Helena running her hands over firm arm muscles as Myka rested her weight on her arms, hands pressing the mattress down on either side of Helena's head.

"You will not remember this, my Sade." Helena whispered next to Myka's ear as her young agent pressed her full weight down on the time traveler. Helena's head thrown back, stifling her screams of pain and pleasure from absorbing the full brunt of the induced artifact.