The Black Widow (19 page)

Faye smiled softly and eased a third finger alongside the first two.

Sam pushed herself far back into the chair. She had been tied in such a way that it hurt her ankles to make any physical movement. Actually bucking her hips back and forth against the woman’s probing fingers was a bitter agony for her ankles, but she did it just the same. The fingers slid roughly into the warm wetness of her sex, pushing her to the brink of a cataclysmic orgasm. She knew that it would only take a few more thrusts and she would be beyond the point of no return. The anticipation of that release was so strong tat Sam could almost taste the triumphant satisfaction.

‘What on earth makes you think that your temper would worry me?’ Faye asked curiously.

For an instant, Sam could answer. The explosion of pleasure between her legs was so great that she could do nothing but groan incoherently. Each nerve-ending seemed taut and hyper-charged. Her mind was soaring to sensational heights of ecstasy and as she shook her head against the back of the chair she gasped words of elation.

After the orgasm, it took a moment for her to get her thoughts back in order. When she did, the woman was standing over her, a disparaging frown creasing her brow. She had given up her hold on the microphone and was now holding a roll of packing tape. Sam shivered when she saw the impassive coolness of the woman’s expression. Nevertheless, she knew that she now had the upper hand and only hoped that she would get a chance to explain this much before the woman gagged her.

‘Untie me,’ Sam instructed firmly. ‘I think I’ve worked all this out now. But it would help if you confirmed something for me.’

Faye stared at her scornfully. ‘And what might you have worked out?’

‘Why did you call the health farm Elysian Fields?’ she noticed the flicker of uncertainty in Faye’s eyes and her smile broadened. Shaking her head, she waved one bound hand to show that she did not need a response. Glancing at the spine of the book she had been reading earlier, she smiled triumphantly to herself. ‘Don’t bother,’ Sam said magnanimously. ‘I’ve just worked it out.’ It all made sense now. The talk of an insurance deal, the name Elysian Fields and all those other things she had learnt about the woman during her research of the past few days. She fixed Faye with a knowing expression and said, ‘You were planning on taking a trip to Elysian Fields this evening, weren’t you?’ The startled expression in the woman’s eyes was confirmation enough for Sam. She grinned broadly and continued. ‘I think that you should untie me and we’ll take that trip together.’

Sam could tell from the hesitant frown on Faye’s face that she was teetering on the brink of control. She needed to mention only one more thing and then she knew the woman would release her. Without hesitation, Sam asked, ‘Do we go and see your husband together? Or do I go to the police on my own?’

Faye Meadows knelt down and began to unfasten Sam’s restraints.

Sky slammed the telephone down so hard she cracked the handset. A shrill ring jarred her ear as the phone protested against such abuse, but she ignored the sound. Her face was a darkening thunder cloud. ‘Bastards,’ she hissed angrily. She whirled round and glared at the woman on the floor, not bothering to mask the fury contorting her features.

Poppy stared meekly up. A wave of unhappiness washed over her tear-reddened cheeks as she flinched from the sound of Sky’s voice. Kneeling on the floor, her naked body quivered with nervous apprehension. She was still holding the striped cheeks of her arse high, just as Sky had instructed. Her breasts swayed gently beneath her and, if Sky had taken the trouble to indulge in a closer examination, she would have seen that both nipples were scored with the fading scarlet memories of all her earlier whippings. The tremor that shook Poppy’s body caused a ragged moan to fall from her lips.

Until she had taken the telephone call, Sky had felt the stirrings of some sympathy for Poppy. She had gone out of her way to make the day unique for the solicitor. Every moment had been devoted to sexual torture and the mysteries of pleasurable punishment, but Sky could see the woman was beginning to tire of such lessons now. Before the phone call, she had empathised with Poppy’s weariness.

The idea for a health farm like Elysian Fields had been devised at a time when she considered the enjoyment of sex to be fulfilling, satisfying and wholesome. Since Malcolm’s death, life had shown Sky new aspects of sex. She still found it fulfilling and satisfying but she had begun to realise that her partners did not have to. As long as she was in absolute control of the situation, Sky knew she would get satisfaction. When she was caught in the throes of passion, nothing else mattered.

Throughout the day she had treated Poppy to a working example of this thesis. It had been a revelation, she thought coldly. Poppy’s reluctant enjoyment of each sadistic punishment was taking her closer to a new way of life. Sky had no idea what sort of woman the solicitor had been before she arrived at Elysian Fields, but she felt certain she had changed. The naked figure kneeling timidly on the floor of her bedroom may have been pliant and malleable before, but now she had been transformed into a sexual submissive. Seeing the excited shine in Poppy’s eyes when she was slapped or whipped, Sky knew that the woman was now the devoted servant to anyone who cared to abuse her. The part of her mind that had longed for this revenge took a good measure of satisfaction from having done the job so well.

While Poppy had obviously relished every orgasm, despite the ruthless way each had been extracted, exhaustion was now beginning to hamper her enjoyment. The telephone call had put Sky’s sympathy in check.

She reached down and grabbed a fistful of Poppy’s hair. Twisting her head to one side, she squeezed a scream from Poppy and growled, ‘That was your fucking employers on the telephone.’

Poppy snatched a frightened breath, the sound rasping harshly in her dry throat.

Glaring down at her, Sky caught sight of her own reflection in Poppy’s shining eyes. Her blonde hair was pulled back in the severe way that she favoured for domination, and she still wore the black basque and stockings of her psycho-bitch costume. She knew she looked imposing, and under other circumstances Sky would have enjoyed Poppy’s fearful expression as she quivered on the floor, but right now she was struggling to cope with mounting anger and her own appearance was irrelevant.

Using the back of one hand, Sky slapped Poppy across the face. ‘Your employers have just given me some distressing news,’ Sky hissed. She still held Poppy’s hair and pulled it tightly as she bawled the information at her. ‘Very distressing news,’ she reiterated, stressing her point with spittle-flecked words. ‘They’ve been followed by a private investigator and they think there might be another one in this place.’ She shook her head wearily. ‘I’m surprised they managed to fuck you,’ she mumbled in a disparaging tone. ‘I wouldn’t have thought they could find a cunt in a whorehouse.’

Poppy released a small gasp.

Sky did not know if the woman was shocked by her use of such base language, or if it was the reference to how the Knight brothers had used her. Staring into the meek plea in Poppy’s eyes, Sky’s anger darkened. She pushed the woman away with a frustrated sigh and stormed towards the door of her bedroom. She could have happily taken her anger out on Poppy but there would have been no satisfaction in such an act. Poppy was not just beaten and cowed. After the way sky had treated her, Poppy would be far too willing to enjoy such humiliation.

In her current mood, Sky wanted to exert her anger on someone who was not trained to revel in it. She wanted to hurt someone and have the satisfaction of seeing them suffer properly.

Sky took one last disdainful look at Poppy and scowled. ‘I want you to stay right there,’ she hissed sharply. ‘I don’t want you to move until I come back. Do you hear me?’ After extracting a reluctant nod of servility, Sky stormed out of the room, slammed the door and left the submissive alone.

Poppy stayed where she had been left, too frightened to move.

*   *   *

After trying Jo’s bedroom, sky was annoyed to find the woman was not there. She remembered her original idea for the health farm and smiled confidently to herself. She marched briskly down the stairs and went towards the eatery, then through to the annexed kitchen.

The scene in the kitchen looked like something from a pornographic movie. As she stood and watched, Sky could not deny the stirrings of arousal that swept over her. She was still filled with a blazing anger that she longed to release, but there was also a furious excitement between her legs demanding satisfaction. Watching the unbridled display of carnal abandon, she felt her need for fulfillment increase.

Bryn lay across the centre of a table that teetered on the verge of collapse. The table’s legs were shaking with the pounding it received and Sky could see that most of its contents had already fallen, or been pushed, to the floor. A couple of bottles rested among a pile of crisp packets and sweet wrappers. She could see a pack of strewn playing cards lying amid the debris, but her concentration was not focused on such trivialities. There were two others on top of the table with Bryn.

Violet was straddling him, easing his long cock into the cleft of her pussy. She had her arse directed towards Sky, displaying her wet sex lips as Bryn’s stiff length penetrated her. Her mouth was pressed over Bryn’s face, kissing and licking him greedily.

The other person on the table was Allen. Sky smiled confidently up at him, recognizing his backside because of the twin stripe marks she had left there that afternoon. She could see him nuzzling the end of his cock against the tight rim of Violet’s arsehole, preparing to enter her as Bryn ploughed his length deep into the heated warmth of the woman’s pussy.

Violet was groaning and gasping. She encouraged Allen with soft, desperate pleas. Her cries were interspersed with tearful sighs as she begged him to probe the forbidden depths of her backside.

Sky saw the woman’s legs trembling and could almost feel the pleasure that she was experiencing. Simply watching the scene was an exhilarating experience. The thought of actually participating stirred a heat in her loins that Sky had difficulty quashing. Standing by the door, she was afforded the perfect view when Allen pushed his hips forward. He held Violet’s waist in his strong hands, and guided his length deep into the tight confines of her arsehole. Violet’s scream echoed around the kitchen, rattling from the metallic surfaces and threatening to wake every other guest.

This was how Elysian Fields was supposed to be, Sky told herself. Fulfilling and wholesome sex in place of all those other unhealthy distractions that a body could crave. Watching Violet sweat and tense her muscles in absolute enjoyment of the moment, she distantly wondered how many calories the woman was effortlessly burning up. Just watching her, Sky could see that Violet was performing exercises in muscle control that went beyond any aerobic workout she would have normally attempted. She was pushing her body to its limits in an effort to squeeze more of Allen’s cock into the dark depths of her arsehole. If the scene had not been so lewd, Sky would have wanted to use it as promotional material for the health farm.

Allen’s length slid slowly forward, entering Violet’s arsehole and stretching her tight ring wide. Bryn’s cock, shorter than Allen’s but delightfully thick, was sliding deep into the warm haven of Violet’s pussy. The woman was enjoying the pleasure of having two rampant studs fuck her and, although Sky did not consider herself prone to jealously, she was more than a little envious of Violet’s good fortune. Sighing heavily, she turned to the door and started to make her way out of the kitchen.

‘Sky? Is that you? Why don’t you come in here and join us?’

She turned back to face the three of them when Allen called her. He was still fucking Violet’s arse as Bryn rode between her legs, but for the moment his attention was centred on her. Shaking her head, she turned back to the door. ‘I’m trying to find Jo Valentine,’ she explained. ‘That woman and I have some business to attend to.’ Even as she said the words, Sky realised she was making her anger obvious and wished she could hide the emotion. It was not a good policy to let everyone know what she was thinking or planning.

‘Have you tried Wendy’s room?’ Allen suggested.

‘Why should she be there?’

Allen’s knowing smile was answer enough. Sky nodded, flung the door open and marched purposefully out of the kitchen. She wanted to take a last look at the scene before she left. If she was being totally honest with herself she wanted to go back and get involved. There was a part of her that wanted to push Violet out of the way and indulge herself with Bryn and Allen, allowing the pair of them to use and abuse her however they saw fit. The notion of such bliss left her tingling with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

Wilfully, she suppressed the urge and started down the corridor. Now that she had an idea where Jo Valentine might be, Sky had to act on it. With a cruel smile, she had decided that whatever Jo Valentine had to say for herself it would not be enough. Sky had wanted to enjoy herself in the kitchen and she had now decided it was Jo’s fault that she could not. Because of that, Sky decided that when she found the investigator she was going to punish her even more severely.

*   *   *

‘Stop right there,’ Sky hissed. She lowered her voice because of the late hour, aware that there were guests sleeping in rooms that led off from the silent corridor. In spite of her whispered tone there was enough ice in her voice to stop Wendy cold as she came face to face with the black Widow.

‘Where the fuck have you been?’ Sky demanded. ‘And where is Valentine?’

Wendy stammered for a moment, her hesitant voice revealing her lies before she could give them proper voice. ‘Val…Valentine?’ she began. ‘I don’t –’

Sky reached out with one hand and caught hold of the cord of Wendy’s dressing-gown. She pulled her close with a sharp, powerful tug and glared into her eyes. She did not hurt Wendy but the movement was so sudden and unexpected she heard her deliver a short gasp of surprise. When they were close together, Sky inhaled deeply. The air around Wendy was redolent with freshly spent pussy juice. In the darkness, her cruel smile tightened.

‘Jo Valentine,’ Sky hissed. ‘Jo valentine the private investigator. Jo Valentine the woman whose cunt you’ve just been eating. Where is she?’

Wendy caught a breath, as though she had been slapped. In the darkness she glared back at Sky. With her voice still faltering, she began to say, ‘I don’t know what you –’

Sky did not allow her to get any further. She grabbed the lapels of Wendy’s dressing-gown and pulled the woman tight against her. There was little light in the corridor, save for the dull green glow of the EMERGENCY EXIT signs. From that emerald glimmer Sky was able to discern the luster of viscous wetness coating Wendy’s lips and chin. Pressing her face close to Wendy’s, she whispered, ‘I’m giving you one last chance, then I’ll lose my patience. Where is Jo Valentine?’

Wendy swallowed. In the corridor’s poor light her eyes shone with fear. ‘I don’t know.’

Wearily, Sky released a sigh. ‘That’s a lie.’

Wendy shook her head and tried to make her whispered voice more convincing. ‘It’s not a lie,’ she insisted. ‘I don’t know where she is.’

In the silence that followed, Sky could hear the angry pulse of her own heartbeat. She had checked Jo’s room twice this evening and she had checked Wendy’s once. The sheets in Wendy’s room were used and disheveled and Sky suspected that whatever had gone on between the two women had occurred in there.

As the darkening could of her anger took over, she began to realise that she was beyond caring about the threat of an investigator. She was desperate to make someone suffer and her first choice for that privilege had been the elusive Jo Valentine. However, if she was going to have to pick a consolation prize, Wendy seemed more than suitable. She had already annoyed Sky by lying to her and now she was compounding her crime by trying to maintain that lie. All this came on top of the pledge that Wendy had given her for absolute obedience.

Sky decided she had had enough.

Dragging her by the cord of her dressing-gown, Sky began to pull Wendy down the corridor, back to her bedroom.

‘No,’ Wendy gasped, trying to remain still and failing miserably as Sky dragged her. ‘You can’t. I mean –’

Sky paused for a moment. She pushed her face close to Wendy’s, enjoying the scent of pussy juice on the woman’s breath. The light, exciting fragrance caused her heart to beat faster. The pulse of her arousal was heightened by the thrill of her growing anger. ‘We’ll discuss this back in my bedroom,’ she said quietly.

Without thinking about it, she leant forward and kissed Wendy on the lips. As her tongue explored the woman’s mouth she could taste the musky, sweet remnants of love juice. She heard Wendy sigh beneath the intrusion of her kiss and Sky smiled excitedly to herself.