The Black Widow (8 page)

It occurred to her that she should try the door again and see if she could raise the alarm but she stopped herself from wasting the energy. For the first hour of her imprisonment, she had beaten the door until her hands hurt. At the same time, she had screamed for help until her throat felt sore. Admittedly, a further hour had passed since then, but she knew that her attempts would be as hopeless now as they had been then. Her gaoler was in absolute control. It seemed more sensible to rest and conserve her energy until the Black Widow came back. Before locking the sauna door, she had threatened to return, and Wendy did not doubt the woman’s sincerity.

Glancing down at her half-naked body, Wendy watched a rivulet of sweat trickle between the orbs of her breasts. She was still wearing her bra, and as the stream of sweat ran over her sun-bronzed flesh the moisture was caught by the fabric. Wendy gasped softly, unable to think of anything other than the intolerable heat.

She did not notice when a face appeared in the window of the sauna’s door. The first indication she had of another person’s presence was when Sky threw open the door and stepped into the sauna’s steamy air. Wisps of pale-grey steam coloured the air around her, adding a dramatic effect to her arrival.

Earlier she had been angry and scared; determined not to be bullied. Now, because she felt so weak and drained, such emotions seemed beyond her repertoire.

A draught cooled her sodden body before the sauna’s door was closed. Wendy took a moment to relish the icy blasts, then she looked up at Sky and frowned.

Dressed in a short, black dressing-grown and a pair of black heels, the woman looked as forbidding as ever. Her mouth was set firm and her eyes were harsh and uncompromising. She has tied her long blonde hair up, revealing the slender elegance of her neck and emphasising her natural grace. In one hand she held a tray carrying a tall pitcher of water. Its glass sides were thickly marbled with condensation and it chimed musically as ice-cubes, floating on the cool water’s surface, danced with one another. Wendy could feel her parched throat begging for a sip of the liquid. She swallowed thickly, then passed a sluggish tongue over her dehydrated lips.

In the other hand, Sky held a glass of water from which she sipped deliberately. As Wendy watched, Sky drank a mouthful of the icy liquid, allowing the ice-cubes to bounce lightly against her sensuous upper lip. She sighed with contentment and smiled at her prisoner as she placed her glass back on the tray.

Wendy glared at her, knowing this showy display of enjoyment was intended to make her feel worse. She wanted to say something: a stark condemnation of the type of woman who tortured people like this. The words were forming o her lips and she was about to give them voice. The only thing that stopped her was the sight of the towel.

Over one arm, Sky was carrying a fluffy pink bath towel.

Wendy stared at it longingly. She snatched back the breath that had been about to vent her diatribe and tried to maintain her composure. At the back of her mind she had been half-expecting Sky to come into the room armed with a pitcher of chilled mineral water, but she had never imagined the woman could be so incisive as to bring a fluffy pink bath towel.

‘You saw what I did to John,’ Sky growled, glaring angrily down at Wendy. ‘So you’ll know better than to get on my wrong side. I can achieve my goals with your help or without it. Things will be a lot easier for me if I have your cooperation, but they won’t be impossible if you refuse.’

‘What do you want from me?’ Wendy asked, the words surfacing painfully. Rather than looking at Sky she was staring at the bath sheet. A wistful expression glazed her eyes.

‘I want your cooperation,’ Sky said. ‘I’d thought that John might have been able to help, but he proved to be a little too willful.’ She shook her head, a regret-tinged smile twisting her lips. ‘As I’m sure you heard, John had left Elysian Fields now.’

Wendy fixed Sky with a troubled expression. ‘What were you doing to him?’

Sky shook her hear, smiling cruelly. ‘I didn’t do anything to him that he didn’t end up enjoying,’ she whispered. ‘I discovered he had a penchant for submission and he’s gone away to explore that facet of his personality.’ She studied Wendy’s half-naked body appreciatively. ‘Perhaps, if we use the same techniques on you, we might discover similar masochistic tendencies in you make-up.’

‘You’re sick,’ Wendy whispered.

Sky turned round and took a step towards the door. ‘If you don’t want to talk in a civilized manner then I can come back in a couple of hours, when the heat has mellowed you some more.’

Wendy watched the woman reach for the door handle and knew that her chances of getting out of this humid hell were quickly dwindling. She reached a hand out to try to stop Sky. Her mouth was now too dry to articulate words, and, instead of making an intelligent sound, she croaked a cry reminiscent of an injured animal’s pitiful wail.

Sky half-turned and fixed her with a quizzical expression. ‘Are you prepared to act with some civility?’

Wendy nodded, trying to swallow the thick lump in her dry throat.

‘Very well,’ Sky said, moving her hand away from the door. She glided gracefully back into the sauna and settled herself on the stiff wooden bench next to Wendy. Casually, she placed her tray and the fluffy pink towel down by her side.

Wendy studied the iced water and the towel as Sky started talking. Those items seemed far more significant and relevant than anything her captor was likely to say.

‘You asked me what I wanted from you,’ Sky began, speaking in a brusque, no-nonsense tone. ‘And because we’re being honest and up front with one another, I’ll tell you. I want your help, Wendy. I want someone strong and capable, like you, to run Elysian Fields. If there’s someone managing this place for the benefit of the paying customers, then the main business is being taken care of. If that’s being done properly, then I can concentrate on my own plans.’ She paused, pursing her lips. ‘Although I did say that I could manage without any assistance, I’ll be totally honest and say that things would be a lot easier if you did help.’ As she spoke, Sky lifted the glass of water and raised it to her lips.

Wendy watched the woman sip idly from the glass. She knew that if her mouth had not been a parched desert she would have been drooling as she watched Sky enjoying he drink.

‘I’m not asking a lot, am I?’ Sky asked, moving her hand close to Wendy’s shoulder. Her fingers still held her drink and the base of the glass traced an icy line against Wendy’s burning flesh. For one glorious instant her shoulder was cooled by the chill.

Dizzy with exhaustion, Wendy tried to contain her excitement. She could see two melting squares of ice floating on the water. As she watched, Sky drew the glass downward, allowing the cool base of the tumbler to rub into the valley of Wendy’s cleavage.

Aware that Sky was waiting for a response to her question, she murmured, ‘No. You’re not asking a lot.’

Her eyes were closed and she could feel her heart beating fast with a combination of gratitude and arousal. The chilled glass between her breasts was bringing a delicious coolness, its intensity matched only by the growing heat between her thighs.

She was aware that the Black Widow was a dangerous creature who richly deserved her nickname, but that did not seem as important as it had earlier. In her tried and vulnerable state, Wendy was beginning to think the woman’s plans to take control of the health farm were almost benign. With the exception of John, she had not hurt anyone in her quest for power and her principal concern so far had been for the welfare of the clientele.

‘Look at you!’ Sky said, pretending to notice Wendy’s near nudity for the first time. ‘You’re sweating an ocean and that bra looks so uncomfortable.’ She smile reassuringly, placed her drink down, and whispered, ‘Let me help.’ With dextrous fingers she quickly unfastened Wendy’s bra and dropped it to the floor.

Wendy allowed her to do this even though she had already noticed that Sky was lecherously admiring her breasts. As the woman moved a hesitant finger towards her flesh, Wendy held her breath. The tips of Sky’s fingers traced over the hardening nub of her nipple and she shivered despite the cloying heat.

‘Now, let me help you to cool down,’ Sky insisted. She reached for the glass and sipped from it. Her lips were still dripping with chilled water when she put down the glass. Wendy could feel small droplets splashing against her burning skin as Sky moved over her. And then they were kissing.

Wendy drew a grateful breath as Sky’s tongue worked its way into her mouth. Rather than the heated exchange she had been expecting, Sky’s mouth was ice cool and that much more exciting because of it. Wendy shifted forward, determined to embrace the woman and return the pleasure she was receiving. Her bare breasts rubbed against the coarse towelling fabric of Sky’s dressing-gown and one of the woman’s naked thighs slid against her sweat-oiled legs. She was kissing Sky with a furious passion, allowing her tongue to delve into the cool haven of her mouth.

‘We’ll have plenty of time of this later,’ Sky gasped, breaking the kiss. She placed a firm hand on Wendy’s muscular thigh and said, ‘We’ll be working on your pleasure first.’ Sky reached to her side and dipped her fingers into the glass of water.

Wendy watched as Sky extracted a single ice-cube, held it up to eye level and smiled thoughtfully through it. A bead of water tumbled down her thumb, over the palm of her hand, then down her wrist. Following its journey with her gaze, Wendy watched it disappear inside the sleeve of the dressing-gown.

Sky shivered as the water surprised some intimate part of her flesh. The smile she used on Wendy was suddenly broader. ‘It’s quite refreshing, isn’t it?’

Not knowing how refreshing it was, Wendy shrugged wordlessly. She was staring at the ice-cube with reverential awe.

‘Let me show you.’ Sky held the cube over Wendy’s chest for a brief moment, allowing it to drip twice on to her flesh.

The droplets were icy cold, striking her hot skin like frozen bullets. Wendy gasped as though she had been stung. Her eyes widened as she watched Sky slowly lowering her fingers.

Rubbing one flat surface of the ice between Wendy’s trembling breasts, Sky eased the cube lazily over her body. She allowed it to slide over the warmth of Wendy’s breast then circle close to the pale-pink flesh of her areola. Wendy closed hr eyes and stiffened on the uncomfortable wooden bench. Excited tremors were coursing their way though her entire body and her sighs grew heavier.

The ice was freezing against her nipple, but Wendy relished the sensation. She pushed herself on to the cube, groaning as the pleasure that has threatened to course through her finally took hold. Sky leant forward and placed a kiss on her mouth. She squeezed the ice-cube hard against Wendy’s bare breast as their lips met.

Wendy responded excitedly, plunging her tongue into he cool, silky haven of Sky’s mouth. The intensity of her arousal was surprising but not unwelcome. When their mouths separated, Wendy smiled into Sky’s grinning face.

Sky brushed the melting ice-cube over Wendy’s lips. With a wicked expression glinting in her eyes, she rubbed it around Wendy’s gaping mouth, then against her tongue.

Gasping, Wendy accepted the ice, relishing the tiny speck of refreshment it provided. The lingering flavour of her own sweat clung to the cube, adding to her excitement. The ice seemed to evaporate as soon as it touched the inside of her mouth but a sliver of chilled water trickled down the arid tract of her throat. She was almost overcome by the intensity of her body’s heightened response.

‘Take these off,’ Sky said. Wendy opened her eyes and saw the woman was tugging gently at her panties.

A warning voice at the back of her mind demanded she show some caution. Perhaps the men had been exaggerating with their tales about the Black Widow, but to the rational part of her mind that seemed unlikely. Mounting excitement and heat-exhausted weariness helped Wendy ignore the internal voice of reason. Without giving the matter any serious thought, she lifted her legs and slid the seat-soaked panties away from her body. She dropped them to the floor and rubbed splayed fingers through the forest of public hairs above her sex.

Sky released a growl of appreciation, a salacious smile spreading across her lips. She had her fingers buried in the half-drained tumbler and was fumbling purposefully in the water.

With a shiver of anticipation, Wendy watched the woman lift a second ice-cube from the glass. Cold droplets splashed against Wendy’s inner thighs. The much-yearned-for chill was so acute that she groaned deeply. Sky pushed the fault surface of the ice-cube against the sweat-slicked lips of Wendy’s sex. Wendy heard herself scream. The sound came from some place between agony and ecstasy, although she could not decide which emotion was the strongest. As if the pressure of the ice-cube were not stimulation enough, she realised that Sky was rubbing it gently against her. The entire length of her pussy was chilled as Sky stroked the cube deliberately up and down. Then, without any warning, she was forcing the smooth frigid surface against the hood of Wendy’s pulsing clitoris.

Wendy pushed a hand down between her legs and clenched her fingers tight round Sky’s wrist. It had been her intention to move the woman’s hand away. She could sense the ferocious power of her impending climax and its enormity frightened her. She quickly realised that Sky wanted to keep her fingers where they were. There was determination flashing in the depths of her hazel eyes and Wendy knew it would be futile to try to struggle against the woman. She glanced unhappily into Sky’s face, wishing there was some way of reasoning with her. Seeing her blank, uncompromising smile, Wendy realised she was at the woman’s mercy. Regardless of how intense it was likely to be, Wendy knew she was going to have to endure this orgasm.

A bitter smile twisted Sky’s face as she pushed the ice-cube harder against Wendy’s sex. With squirming fingers, she twisted the flat surface into the throbbing ball of Wendy’s clitoris.

Wendy groaned, snatching a breath as the threat of an orgasm edged closer. The sensation of melting water between her legs was so exquisite she could not contain her excitement. The ferocious explosion of pleasure was welling to a crescendo when Sky moved her hand slightly. Wendy gasped and tried to push it away, fearful of enduring too much pleasure. But Sky held her hand firmly in place, and despite Wendy’s protestations, despite her struggling, Sky slid the ice-cube between the lips of Wendy’s labia. With one long, graceful finger, she pushed it deep into her cleft.