It was a quiet night on the outskirts of San Lorenzo, the silence only broken by the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. In the distance, an abandoned temple stood shrouded in darkness, its crumbling facade starkly contrasting with the bustling city lights that twinkled in the distance. Despite its desolate appearance, the temple was far from deserted; armed guards patrolled its perimeter, their watchful eyes scanning the shadows for any signs of intrusion. Inside, two figures waited, their silhouettes barely visible in the dim light. The air crackled with anticipation, the silence a prelude to the impending chaos, one a tall, slender man and the other a short, obese man.
"How long before the truck gets here?" The obese man asked.
"Another 10 minutes, give or take," the skinny man replied.
"Check on the cargo,"
The skinny man walked over to a hatch and opened it. He saw three dozen women together, shaking in fear.
"Don't be sad ladies, look on the bright side; at least you sluts will fetch a pretty penny on the sex slave black market; think of it as serving the greater good by serving The Serpent's Wheel," the skinny man mocked, showing a tattoo of a cobra eating its tail on the back of his left hand.
"You really think you're going to get away with this?" A female voice called out.
The skinny man looked down, seeing a woman looking back at him. She was a Latina in her early 20s with black hair tied into a single braid and held together by an orange and black hair clip. She obviously had good genetics. Unlike the other women, this woman was not dressed in skimpy clothing; instead, she was dressed in a uniform—to be more precise, an Enforcer uniform.
The Enforcers are an international police force dedicated to fighting global crime worldwide.
"Big talk for someone smart enough to find this place and dumb enough to come here alone and get captured. You should consider yourself lucky; you're more valuable alive. Someone with your assets is worth her weight in gold, and don't forget we have your gear. I highly doubt anyone's going to find you, and by the time anyone gets close to finding this place, we'll be long gone, and you'll be some guy's cum dumpster,"
"Whatever. I just hope you brought your dancing shoes,"
"Why would I need that?!"
"Because pretty soon, you'll be dancing with The Reaper," the woman warned.
The skinny man immediately became nervous before the obese man stepped in.
"Don't listen to her; there's no such thing as The Reaper!"
"Are you so sure about that? Someone has been harassing the organization for a while now. This guy took down multiple operations; the organization lost 2 million dollars when our drug trafficking got busted a few months back; we've been losing multiple weapon caches, not to mention I hear that he leaves a mark on his victims,"
"Look, all that was just The Enforcers; the idiots running those operations got caught because they got cocky; that branding thing is just something The Enforcers made up to scare the rest of us,"
"We'll see about that!" The woman replied.
The obese man became annoyed as he radioed the guards for an ETA on the transport. However, he has yet to receive a response.
"Oh no,"
"Relax, those idiots are probably slacking off; I'll take care of it; keep an eye on them; I'll be back,"
The obese man walked out, closing the door behind him,"
"He's not coming back; you know that, right?" The Enforcer agent warned.
"Shut up!"
After a few minutes, the skinny man became more nervous, wondering if something was out there. Suddenly, the lights went out, scaring the man.
"Time to start dancing," the agent mocked.
The skinny man began quietly panicking as he pulled out his gun and flashlight. All the women could only look up as they watched a light from the flashlight frantically move around until it turned off. Suddenly, they heard a gun going off and saw flashes every time it fired, making them cringe with fear.
"No! Stay away!" the man yelled.
They heard the man screaming before they heard grunting as if a struggle was happening beyond their sight that he was losing. Suddenly, everything went silent, and the darkness enveloped them, amplifying their fear. Then, without warning, a ladder dropped with a chilling creak, allowing everyone to climb into the unknown, their hearts pounding with dread.
Moments Later.
Multiple Enforcer agents appeared alone with ambulances to take the women to safety. The agent stood by, watching as the women left, until two agents approached her. One was an older Caucasian woman, possibly in her late sixties. Based on her uniform, she held the rank of Commander. The other was a Latino male agent in his late 20s. He was handsome, and he had an aura that screamed arrogance.
"Care to explain why you went in alone, again, agent?"
"I apologize, ma'am, I had no choice,"
"You should have called for backup,"
"I did; Lieutenant Commander Ramos never responded after I tried informing him that the hostages were in this temple, not some warehouse on the other side of San Lorenzo, so I had no choice but to go in alone,"
"Excuse me, but don't pin your stupidity on me, rookie,"
"That is a load of-"
"Enough! Your recklessness could've gotten you killed; you went in without help! You should consider yourself lucky someone came and drove them off!"
"Oh, they didn't get far,"
Suddenly, six bodies dropped down from the ceiling, and their ankles tied with chains dangling from the rafters. All six men looked as if they had taken a savage beating; bones were broken, eyes were swollen shut, and teeth were missing. Each man had the same tattoo on their left hand, revealing they were all part of the same organization. However, that wasn't what everyone was focused on; every man had the image of a skull burned into their right cheek, most likely from a branding iron. The Men moaned continuously, "The Reaper," as they hung upside down. The Lieutenant Commander was unhappy as he commanded some men to cut them down.
"That Vigilante is interfering again!"
For three years, an unknown vigilante called "The Reaper" has terrorized the criminal underworld, dismantling numerous criminal empires and operations. He leaves his mark/ calling card on his victims as a message to other criminals. His favorite target seems to be The Serpent's Wheel.
"Hey, you gotta admit, he gets the job done," the agent responded,
"You're already on thin ice, Ronnie Anne. Don't make it worse," The Commander responded.
The agent was Ronnie Anne Santiago. The 23-year-old had become an Enforcer field agent a year ago, and despite her being an occasional reckless rookie, she was very committed to her job. The Commander commanded that all data be searched for information on The Serpent's Wheel's next operation.
A few hours later.
"Alright, people, this is closed for now. Your flight leaves tomorrow evening, or you can take the 2 A.M. in 2 hours. Ramos smiled as if he was going to ask something but was shot down when Ronnie Anne asked to take the 2 A.M. flight to get back to her Fiancé, Lincoln, annoying Ramos.
"Oh right, Señor repartidor," Ramos said, jealous, before walking away.
"Ignore him, I want a full report on my desk by Friday,"
"Yes, Commander Banks,"
"Till then, say hello to Lincoln for me, and good work,"
"Yes, ma'am,"
Ronnie Anne was eager to return home to her best friend, turned boyfriend and Fiancé. The 8-hour flight didn't bother her as she had a taxi waiting for her when she landed. As Ronnie Anne rode her taxi home, she reflected on her life when she was 12 years old; the thought of joining law enforcement never crossed her mind; now, she's traveling to various places fighting crime. After finishing college, she and Lincoln got engaged, and they bought a house in Royal Woods, ironically her childhood home. When not out on assignment, Ronnie Anne worked at the Enforcer office in Great Lake City, allowing her to be close to her family. Arriving home, Ronnie Anne saw that no one was home, which made her smile.
"Looks like I got home first this time,"
"Don't be so sure," said a voice from behind.
Ronnie Anne turned around to the sound of footsteps and saw a mysterious figure approaching. The man was clad in an imposing suit of armor, a striking combination of orange and dark gray that covered him from head to toe. The suit featured a hooded cape and a full face mask with eye shields, giving the man an enigmatic and formidable appearance. With a swift motion, the man removed his hood and mask, revealing a striking figure with naturally white hair. This was none other than Lincoln Loud, a 23-year-old with a commanding presence. As the only son and middle child of Rita and Lynn Loud Sr.'s 11 children, Lincoln occupied a unique place in the Loud family. He was the younger brother to his older sisters Lori, Leni, Luna, Luan, and Lynn Jr., and the older brother to his younger sisters Lucy, Lana, Lola, Lisa, and Lily Loud.
"Looks like you're making breakfast," Lincoln teased, leaning in to kiss Ronnie Anne.
Ronnie Anne stops him. "Not so fast, Lame-O; you know better than to wear that in the house,"
"Right, sorry," Lincoln said before going to change.
Later.
After getting cleaned up and changed, Lincoln sat at the table in the kitchen wearing only sweatpants, watching Ronnie Anne cooking breakfast while wearing her usual sleepwear, an oversized Twelve Is Midnight t-shirt that hung off one of her shoulders, and nothing under.
"You know, I could have flown us both back home,"
"Don't you think The Enforcers would get suspicious if I didn't get on the plane but still got home?"
"Okay, fair point,"
"Besides, no offense, but I'm not really keen on flying all the way home in that thing, no offense,"
"None taken, but, Hey, sorry I wasn't there sooner. I got slowed down, taking out the truck,"
"Don't worry, I had Yoon with me,"
Ronnie Anne's hair clip, a small silver clip adorned with delicate engravings, suddenly detached from her black locks with a barely audible click. As it hovered in the air, it seemed to shimmer and transform, reshaping itself with a mesmerizing display of intricate nanotechnology into a sleek, futuristic-looking robot drone reminiscent of the Ghost from the popular video game Destiny. This remarkable little robot, known as Yoon, was Lisa's brainchild, a genuinely ingenious creation that defied conventional understanding.
Yoon was designed to be more than just a mere companion; it was Lincoln's steadfast ally on his daring missions, equipped with highly advanced artificial intelligence and an array of impressive functions. The drone's outer casing was a work of art, a seamless fusion of gleaming metal and advanced polymers, exuding an aura of cutting-edge technology.
Yoon's capabilities were nothing short of extraordinary. Primarily, it served as a portable hacking system, the embodiment of technological prowess capable of efficiently bypassing even the most sophisticated security measures. Various weapons, from melee to projectiles, are digitally stored but can be summoned by a mere voice command. Its processing power was unparalleled, enabling it to decipher complex encryption algorithms in seconds.
In addition to its hacking prowess, Yoon boasted an extensive data storage capacity, ensuring Lincoln always had access to vital information at his fingertips. The drone's memory banks were vast, capable of storing vast troves of classified data, schematics, and tactical information, ready to be accessed immediately.
What truly set Yoon apart, however, was its ability to blend into any environment seamlessly. With its sophisticated camouflage capabilities, it could alter its appearance and shape, allowing it to infiltrate undetected into even the most heavily guarded locations. The drone's adaptive camouflage system was a marvel of engineering, employing a network of micro-cameras and advanced light-bending materials to render Yoon virtually invisible to the naked eye.
Yoon was more than just a tool; it was a technological marvel, a testament to Lisa's ingenuity and the boundless potential of scientific innovation. As it hovered in the air, emanating a faint hum of energy, it was clear that Yoon was destined to become an indispensable asset in Lincoln's mission.
"Did you upload a copy of the data to Yoon before The Enforcers took everything?"
"I copied everything I could to Yoon,"
"Thanks, Ronnie. I know asking you to do is dangerous, but I appreciate your help,"
"Hey, if it means making The Serpent's Wheel pay for what they did to you ten years ago, it's fine, besides we're on the same side; you're just able to do things that I can't do legally,"
Ten years ago, after Ronnie Anne's 13th birthday, Lincoln was abducted by The Serpent's Wheel. He was forcefully indoctrinated into their child soldier program. Lincoln was experimented on for the whole summer to enhance him and brainwash him. However, Lincoln and the other test subjects were eliminated when no progress was made. Myrtle, using her spy skills, tracked Lincoln down; unfortunately, she arrived too late and found his body among the corpses of the other children with a fatal wound to the chest. However, amidst her grieving, Lincoln began healing and came back to life. After being brought home, the family discovered that Lincoln's new "gift" didn't stop at accelerated healing; Lincoln's body and senses were also enhanced. Despite this, Lincoln tried to return to his normal life; however, the trauma and nightmares prompted him to decide to go after the people who experimented on him. His family tried to dissuade him, but he vowed to go after them with or without their support. Myrtle eventually convinced Lincoln to wait, offering to train him until she felt he was ready. Ronnie Anne, angered by what her best friend/ crush went through, vowed to help somehow. Eventually, she joined the Enforcers at age 20, starting as a data analyst before becoming a field agent.
"I just wish the rest of the enforcers understood that,"
"So, am I still on their top 10 most wanted list?"
"Still on it? Ha, you moved up to number 6 on the list,"
"I'm flattered."
"You shouldn't be,"
"Ronnie Anne, you know I don't do this for popularity,"
"I know, I just don't like people seeing you as a menace when all you're doing is helping,"
Ronnie Anne wanted to do something and put their minds off work. Then, an idea popped into her head. Ronnie Anne reached into the cabinet, pulled a white mug, and poured the hot water she was boiling into it. Ronnie Anne placed cocoa powder in the water and a mug on the table next to Lincoln. Noticing the hot chocolate, Lincoln picked it up but saw the mug and blushed as hearts and the symbols for male and female connected started appearing due to the heat. The mug was a wedding gift from Sid; when exposed to hot water, symbols would appear. Initially, it seemed like an innocent gift until Sid explained that the purpose was for the server to indicate to the receiver that they wanted sex. Lincoln looked up, and to his surprise, Ronnie Anne had hiked up the bottom half of her shirt and tied it around her waist, exposing her lower half while she finished breakfast. Finished, Ronnie Anne walked to Lincoln holding a big plate of chilaquiles; however, instead of sitting in a chair, she sat on the table in front of Lincoln; using her fork, she began breaking off pieces and feeding them to Lincoln and herself. Lincoln and Ronnie Anne's bond was close, though it had a rough start. Ronnie Anne and Lincoln grew closer as she helped Lincoln deal with his PTSD. Their relationship was a solid connection, and while they were affectionate, they weren't sickeningly lovey-dovey like Lori and Bobby still are. Finished with the chilaquiles, Ronnie Anne slid off the table onto Lincoln's lap before grabbing the mug of hot chocolate. Taking some of the hot chocolate into her mouth, Ronnie Anne kissed Lincoln, pushing the hot chocolate out of her mouth and into his, wrapping her tongue around his. Lincoln instantly responded by grabbing her bare ass and massaging her. Ronnie Anne moaned as Lincoln touched her, giving her light slaps on the butt.
Breaking the kiss. "So, are we gonna do it here or in our bedroom?"
Getting up and hoisting Ronnie Anne over his shoulder, Lincoln headed to the bedroom, playfully slapping Ronnie Anne on the butt repeatedly along the way.
"You're lucky we're engaged, Lame-O; otherwise, I'd knock you out,"
Once inside their bedroom, Lincoln laid Ronnie Anne on the bed while removing his sweatpants and underwear. Ronnie Anne removed her shirt and waited for Lincoln. Climbing on top of Ronnie Anne, she and Lincoln resumed making out for a few moments until Lincoln started moving down. Moving to her boobs, Lincoln began massaging them, alternating between sucking on Ronnie Anne's nipples.
"Fuck Lincoln, that feels amazing," Ronnie Anne moaned.
Lincoln decided to add more as he began gently biting and sucking on Ronnie Anne's nipples, gently tugging on them, then releasing them with a pop.
"Don't stop! Keep going! Suck my tits!"
After a while, Lincoln moved from Ronnie Anne's titties and moved further down until he reached between her legs, getting an eyeful of her pussy, wet and glistening from Lincoln's attack on her boobs.
"Look tasty down there, Ronnie Anne," Lincoln teased.
"Then stop talking and start eating,"
Lincoln says nothing else as he dives in and starts eating Ronnie Anne out. Ronnie Anne moaned and squirmed as Lincoln's tongue went inside her. Things intensify when Lincoln slips his hand under Ronnie Anne and begins groping her ass.
"Don't stop! Eat me, Linky!"
Ronnie Anne's legs wrapped around Lincoln's head, pushing his face deeper into her just as she was reaching her end.
"Fuck I'm cumming!"
Ronnie Anne cums into Lincoln's mouth; her love nectar flows like a faucet. Ronnie Anne collapsed, feeling satisfied, before Lincoln pulled away.
"As tasty as ever,"
"Now it's my turn; sit on the side of the bed right now!"
Lincoln compiled while Ronnie Anne got off the bed and knelt before Lincoln. She began eyeing his large dick like a hungry animal ready.
"Is it me, or are you a little bigger!?" Ronnie Anne grabbed Lincoln's rod.
"Loud genes,"
Ronnie Anne used to laugh at the statement, but considering her father-in-law fathered 11 kids, it wasn't too far-fetched. Ronnie Anne began stroking Lincoln, staring off gently before becoming more aggressive.
"That feels great, I'm just getting started, Lame-O,"
Ronnie Anne then locks Lincoln's dick between her tits while sucking on the head.
"Ronnie Anne!" Lincoln moaned.
Lincoln moaned as Ronnie Anne's bosom crushed his shaft as she sucked his dick.
Lincoln moaned Ronnie Anne's name repeatedly as he grew closer to cumming. Sensing it, Ronnie Anne began deep-throating him just as he came into her mouth. Ronnie Anne savored Lincoln's cum, drinking it down until he was done before releasing him with a pop.
"All that, and you're still hard; guess that means you're ready for the main event,"
"Oh yeah!"
Lincoln pulled Ronnie Anne onto the bed, positioning himself between her leg, the head of his dick rubbing against her entrance.
"Ready, Ronnie?"
"Put it in me right now, Lincoln Loud,"
Complying, Lincoln thrust inside of Ronnie Anne, making her moan in pure pleasure as she grabbed her titties.
"Ah! Lincoln, keep going,"
Happy to please, Lincoln began thrusting hard into Ronnie Anne, making her start crying out for more. Flipping Ronnie Anne on all fours, Lincoln began pounding her harder, his pelvis slamming into her ass.
"¡No pares! ¡Continúa Lincoln, fóllame!" Ronnie Anne cried out in Spanish.
Lincoln began spanking Ronnie Anne, making her yelp between moaning.
"¡Dame una palmada más fuerte, haz que me arda el culo! ¡He sido una mala chica!"
Over the years, Ronnie Anne learned to speak fluent Spanish thanks to Rosa and Sergio; although she mostly still speaks English, she starts speaking Spanish when excited, like during sex. Ronnie Anne began slamming into Lincoln, adding to the pleasure.
"Ronnie Anne, I'm cumming!"
"¡Hazlo, Lincoln! ¡Déjalo salir ahora mismo, Lame-O!"
Lincoln came first, and Ronnie Anne was right behind him. The two continued slamming into each other until they collapsed. The couple went at it for a few more hours until they were both drained. Tired, they cuddled together as they pulled the covers over them.
"That was fun, as always," Ronnie Anne cooed.
"Yeah, it was great,"
"By the way, I noticed you weren't wearing a condom; I hope you weren't trying to put a bun in my oven."
"I-I was so caught up I forgot to-"
"Relax, Linc, today is a safe day,"
"You know, your joke has scared me more than the multiple times I've been shot at,"
"My way of keeping you on your toes,"
"You know it's never too late to think of names for our future kids,"
Ronnie Anne blushed at the thought of becoming a mother and having a baby boy or girl to love and care for. She'd be lying if the desire to be a mother never got to her, especially seeing Lori with her 2-year-old niece and 1-year-old nephew Lorline and Hector.
"Don't get weird on me, Lame-O," Ronnie Anne said, turning to sleep.
"C'mon, you had to have thought of at least one," Lincoln teased, closing his eyes.
"Leslie… I want our first daughter to be called Leslie,"
End Of Ch 1