The Judas Stones - Chapter 16

She could just tell it was not going to be a pleasant night anyway she looked at things.  The rain that had started to fall a little before sunset had increased over the past hour and showed no signs of easing.

            “If anything I suspect it will be getting heavier as the night progresses,” Alice sighed as she pulled the hood on her body glove over her blonde hair and tucked in the few stray strands that hung out.

            The vampire picked up a few things from the table next to the mirror before squirreling them away in pouches sewn into her suit around her waist.  She moved to the French doors, took a deep breath, opened them just a crack and slipped into the night, the smell of jungle rot and the feel of the oppressive humid air cloying at her senses.  With the grace of a stocking jungle cat Alice moved along the pool area, behind the bar and down a winding series of uneven steps to the grounds of the hotel below, the rain making the stone steps slick and treacherous as water cascaded down them in a small waterfall beneath her feet.

            She moved along a series of haphazardly laid stones that acted as a path for the workman who had been doing the landscaping about the hotel.  As far as Alice could tell all they’d truly succeeded in doing was pock marking the entire grounds in a series of carters, the net effect giving the entire area the look of a World War One battlefield.  She gracefully negotiated her way, her feet just skimming along the stone path for a good distance until she came up against an old wall that had once been part of some long forgotten building.  Alice pulled herself up tight against it, took something out of one of the pouches on her suit, shaded it with her free hand from the rain and studied the data on screen.  The woman took several steps forward as she watched the screen for reaction before swallowing hard and stepping off the path into the mud, sinking nearly up to her knees with each step until she stood at the exact location, a muddy, water filled hole about a dozen feet in circumference and at least that deep she guessed as water filled the surface.

            “Who knows how deep beyond that and there’s only one way and one chance to find out Alice Hamilton,” she said keeping her legs moving to avoid sinking in beyond freedom. 

            Alice pulled some goggles from one of her pouches and slipped them on before moving one leg free and a little of the other before leaping forward, tucking her body and diving into the water disappearing below the dark liquid in an almost silent splash.  Several pulls of her arms and furious kicking got her to the bottom where her wedge formed hands knifed into the soft mud and began to push it aside.  Alice dug and spun like a human corkscrew, her legs driving her body down and forward into the hole she was digging. 

            Soon she no longer needed her legs, the mud oozed back into the crater she’d dug sealing about her body, the reduced effort conserved her air and allowed her the transference of full power to her arms.  The vampire dug faster pulling herself down as she went until she disappeared totally beneath the mud.  Alice scooped and crawled with her hands as her air ran short and she started to slow, her hands punching the earth before a final lunge of her fist pushed through, the triumph not giving her any oxygen, but the knowledge it was there with just a little more effort from her.  The weariness and lethargy left her muscles instantly as her effort increased and she was soon reward as her head pulled through and then her body just enough for her to reach into a pouch on her waist. 

            She removed a flexible stick and bent it in two with one hand, as the two chemicals mixed an orangish light flare bright before her.  Alice wiped her goggles clean then focused her eyes as she shone the stick below her in search of the ground hopefully beneath her; she placed the stick in her mouth, her hands behind her and shoved at the dirt as she wiggled herself free.  A perfectly executed mid air somersault from 8 feet up landed her on her feet; she removed the light stick from her mouth and waved it around a smile crossing her face as she removed her mask.

            “Unless you know the history and read the obscure journals of the Professor Thomas Carlisle in the London Central Library, you’d never know this was here at all.  Fortunately, I’ve had the pleasure of both a first hand account and the journals,” Alice recounted.

            Before her stretched a cave about eight feet wide and the same for its height, behind her stretched the history of how she knew it existed at all.  An archaeologist and adventurer of sorts, Thomas Carlisle had come to this location with his wife and set up his camp and dig site about the several small villages that dotted the lake and the tributaries that both fed and took from it.  He was by all accounts at least reasonably successful, but not spectacularly so until, either by luck or skill or a combination of both, he managed to cure the Shaman of the main village. 

            The Shaman gave Carlisle a stone from his Medicine Stick that he used as a gift for saving him.  He told Carlisle a fantastic tale that the stone had been brought from over a great water to their land and given to one of his ancestors and that it came from a man who never died, even though he’d been killed.  The Shaman told Carlisle that the stone had helped him perform many healings, but it was now time to pass it on to another and since he had demonstrated his God was strong the Shaman gave him the stone as a gift, only it was part of a much larger gift, a Celtic cross. 

            The cross had been carved of stone and dragged to the rock wall gate that formed the courtyard of his outpost and erected there, it was six and a half feet tall and four feet wide at the cross span, carved from a single piece of stone, the healing pebble placed at the foot of the upright.  

            Alice snapped another light stick between her hands and came back to the present as she waved the luminescent wand about, then started off into the cave.  The glow from her chemical light guided her along until a short time later she came upon the cross.  Alice bowed in reverence, crossed herself then removed a few more light sticks, broke them, circling the cross and placing them about it before returning to the front and knelt down.

            “I have come for the stone as we both knew I would one day my love, my husband,” Alice said softly as her fingers ran over the letters of his name carved into the tombstone. 

            “I remember when we discovered these caves together, the ground has sunk above here, the cave is much lower than the last time I came to see you.  I miss you greatly my love, even after all this time I still sometimes wake up in the night and feel the other side of the bed thinking your still there,” Alice quietly spoke as a tear slipped from her eye.

            “If I fail we will be together finally at rest, just as we always planned, but please understand it is not tonight, I must succeed above all, but it will be some day.  I must begin,” Alice said her voice trailing off as she rose and came up the cross.

            The vampire turned and placed her back to the cross, her shoulders just a few inches below the cross beam.  Bending over Alice executed and hand stand then gingerly lowered one leg, her toes feeling their way for the carved crevice on the top semi circle of one side of the cross.  She found it after a few seconds of probing and inserted her foot a process she repeated with her other leg on the other side of the cross. 

            Alice gripped the vertical stem of the cross with her hands and pulled herself upright, inching higher and higher as her body arched out.  She inserted her right hand into the lower crevice that ran underneath the cross beam, with her left she made the sign of the cross then inserted it into the awaiting crevice.  She tugged and strained her hands and feet, but they would not come free a sign she’d done the procedure correctly.  Lady Alice Hamilton took a few deep gulps of air to calm herself, then began to speak in an almost whispered mumbled as she waited for the onslaught to come.

            Pater Noster, qui es in caelis, 

Sanctificetur nomen tuum.

Adveniat regnum tuum,

Fiat voluntas tua,

sicut in caelo, et in terra.

Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie,

Et dimitte nobis debita nostra,

sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris.

Et ne nos inducas in tentationem,

Sed libera nos a malo.

Amen.

She’d just finished when the low vibration rumble of stone on stone began and the arches of the Celtic cross proceeded to move.  Her arms began to slide down the upright while her legs started their outward journey along the cross beam, both sections moving in a slow measured mechanical pace.  This was the only way to free the stone from its resting place without damaging it, other methods had been tried but all had failed strangely or perhaps not so strangely given the history of the stone.  The method of extracting the stone had been devised by its benefactor as a means of protection for it; a person would literally be broken on the cross and killed before the stone would come free. 

Her Ladyship had never tried to free it before, she’d never had a reason, but the fact that after all these years it was still in place suggested the daunting physical task required to complete the operation had proved deterrent enough.  She also knew that once started the ordeal could only end with the release of the stone once the moving stones that held her in place had reached the end of their guide track.  Then and only then could the stone fall free to her and the catches holding her hands and feet be released, that is unless she was stretched beyond what she could endure and torn apart on the cross.  Alice swallowed hard at the thought of that unpleasant prospect that was rapidly approaching. 

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            Diata moved to the larger of the cracked sides of the bathroom mirror and checked her look, her face still having to move about as the surface was not sufficiently large enough to accommodate her whole reflection in a single unhindered glance.  She made a mental note to start insisting on better locations and hotels from her employer in the future.

            “A great deal of work for an event which most likely will not even occur my dear,” Diya said in a honeyed tone that masked her sarcasm perfectly as Diata emerged from the bathroom into full view.

            “Better to be prepared just in case, she is a dangerous woman and should not be underestimated,” Ashwa retorted, her pause at the end of her last word leaving no doubt she meant to insert the word again.

            Diata just let the comments go, they were all working on the same side, even if they were hired help.  She reminded herself that this was her mission and they were just back up in case she was eliminated, something she had no intention of letting happen; besides the women had proved to be delightful distractions. 

            The D.O.O.M. agent surveyed the two beauties, each sitting opposite the other in winged back chairs that were threadbare and had seen better days.  Ashwa had on a yellow almost see thru loose fitting top that came to her mid thigh, Diya sported and halter and a full length skirt slit completely up one side.  Shapely light chestnut coloured legs were on display, their stillness a dangerous allure that Diata did not fight.

            Diya watched a hand run up her leg in a meandering fashion, sliding from her calf to the transfixing outward slope from the ankle before it glided back to the front of her thigh and up.  Diata arrived at the top of her thigh and with a simultaneous flick of fingers her halter and skirt were undone.  Ashwa silently freed her feet from her sandals and stretched her legs out caressing the calves of Diata. 

            The spy bent forward and found the waiting lips of Diya while Ashwa’s feet were free to climb higher about the legs of Diata.   The two lightly kissed as Ashwa continued to stroke Diata, the combination of the kissing and rubbing raising her temperature.  The soft soles of the Silkworm massaged her small firm ass while Diata tensed it to the touch as her lips danced lightly about Diya’s.  The D.O.O.M. spy felt her kissing partners hands slip under the loose material she was wearing and pull it up over her head and off.  They resumed kissing for a few seconds before Diata felt a pinch and her body falling backward! 

            Her head landed in the pre made cup of Ashwa’s feet, her toes instantly pinching her neck on either side while Diya had imbedded her toes into the backs of her heels, her body straddling the floor between the two Silkworms was suspended in the air. 

            “What the hell is going on!” Diata yelled.

            “Slight change of plans Diata, we’re taking the lead on this assignment,” Ashwa said, as she bent forward and smiled into the trapped woman’s face. 

            “I received nothing from D.O.O.M. on this, release me!” Diata demanded.

            “I suspect you wouldn’t have, these orders come from our side,” Diya answered this time.

            “We’re both on the same side and I’m the lead until I hear otherwise,” Diata countered.

            “Then consider this your notice.  The Silkworms have decided that the stone could better serve our purposes than D.O.O.M.’s,” Diya answered.

            Diata new what that meant, they would sell it for money, it also more importantly, for her, meant she was to be killed.

            “You’re traitors!” she stamped.

            “Oh that’s rich my dear coming from you, a D.O.O.M. agent,” Ashwa mocked.

            “We’ll simply say you were killed and the woman made off with the stone.  When it suits the Silkworm’s purposes we’ll sell the stone, quietly and for I’m sure great profit.  No one will be the wiser since you will never be found,” Diya said.

            Diata knew there was no use discussing it anymore; Silkworm’s were treacherous and only loyal to each other and afraid of nothing, including D.O.O.M. 

            “I see question period is over, excellent, now we can begin your execution.  We’ve chosen The Passion Flower to finish you with, a unique instrument of bodily death in that it pleasures all three of its participants while it works.” Diya smiled seductively at the stretched and prone young agent. 

            Ashwa began The Passion Flower with a slow rising swing of her hips forward and over Diata’s face and with it came a most delicious scent. 

            “I’m secreting a very intoxicating aphrodisiac my dear, it clouds the victims mind and blinds them to escape attempts,” Ashwa purred as her pussy swayed inches over Diata’s face letting the vapour penetrate the woman for several minutes.

            The Silkworm inched her muff closer to the D.O.O.M. agent’s face, her swaying dance wafting the scent about as she descended finally bringing her pussy into contact with Diata’s face.  Light brushing up and down strokes of Diata’s face painted the picture they both desired.  Breezy touches of Diata’s lips moistened the muff of the Silkworm, the drug having succeeded marvellously; she offered only passion instead of resistance.  Ashwa lowered a fraction and smiled as Diata’s tongue, damp and active lapped her small bush before beginning an encirclement of her outer labia.  A nod to her partner and they each released their nerve locks, Ashwa’s feet changed from the side of Diata’s neck to around the back of it, her toes fitting together to seal the woman’s face to her. 

            Diya guided Diata’s hips to a soft landing on the floor as her partner’s torso leaned forward down the body of Diata until she buried her face in the D.O.O.M. agent’s sex and rolled over forward.  Diata’s legs were bent back together at the knee by Diya as the second Silkworm joined the Passion Flower.

            The latecomer wrapped her arms and legs around her partner and their helpless victim before carefully working Diata’s toe into her then sealing the hold shut with several rocking motions. 

             Diata fired her body in gyrations, her thin strong form straining and flexing inside the Silkworm spell, her young muscles answering her commands as she writhed to escape the entwining women.  The drug had her and she obeyed it, but she somewhat strangely still had some control over her thinking faculties, although all of them were directed toward passion.

            “I will obey, but on my terms,” she screamed as if trying to sweep some corner of her mind clear for a thought of her own.

            Diata’s tongue stung Ashwa with pleasure quickly climaxing the woman while her toe worked Diya to one.  She exploded her captured form, she body, trained hard and resistant pulled with coiled fury as she endeavoured to break their seal.  At the apex of the trust, her hard thighs maximising their force against the woman she came, the sudden rush taking her by complete surprise reducing her to limpness.  Mechanically constricted by Diya she moaned in pain as the Silkworm cinched her bent body even more, only a desperate last minute muscle swell kept her alive.

            The young D.O.O.M. agent slithered and squirmed as she fought, her dangerously pliant body bound by the Silkworms refusing to give in to them.  Ashwa, her tongue basting Diata’s clitoris orgasmed her again and then quickly again, the ebony woman’s magnificent physique bucking frantically in pleasure until the searing pain of Diya’s tightening took over. 

            Diata unable to tense her entangled form worked what she had free, her tongue and toe.  Her hot strokes and quick snake strikes had Ashwa climaxed almost instantly, her tongue wrapped about her thumping clitoris and stroked.  The soft pad of her toe pushed down tenderly but firmly onto Diya’s sex and with pinpoint accuracy lightly swirled about it.  Diata listened to the two bodies, adjusting her motion as needed until she had them in sync and brought them to orgasm together.  Her body pulled back a little freedom then a little more as she pressed her toe and stroked as her slaking tongue stung Ashwa with pleasure touches.

            The Silkworms bodies rumbled and groaned to her touch over the next hour as she took control, her body may have been entangled but she was still a deadly naked weapon, young and hard and fatal if given any opportunity.  She was loosely embraced after an hour and nearly free of their deadly forms when Diya slipped her hands about her small breasts and began a languid palm massage of the ebony woman’s erect nipples.

            “Not so fast D.O.O.M. agent,” Diya honeyed as her stroke took effect.

            Doing her best to ignore the touch Diata tweezed and ground her form about in an effort to pull her body free.  Ashwa joined her partner in the attack and soon Diata was drawn inward again, her body frenzied and lathered was fucked into stillness as the Silkworms contracted her slowly and ever painfully toward death.  Ashwa and Diya held her exhausted body still, letting the pain work into ever pour of her as punishment. 

            Diata tried again for freedom, her tongue and toe moving and working the women to orgasm in soft purring tones before she was orgasmed and pulled to the brink.  Soft moans escaped the bent woman as she fevered Ashwa’s pussy with all her skill to stave off her death.  She kissed, touched, swirled, probed, lapped and bathed Ashwa to orgasm after orgasm, her hot wet pussy receptive and rewarding to Diata’s touch.  She kept Diya at bay with flicks of her toe while she concentrated on Ashwa who was slipping deeper under her spell. 

            Her sultry silky touch wormed her slowly toward escape as she pried herself free of the deadly women inch by inch until she corkscrewed her sweat soaked ravaged body free, her wet chrysalis emerging after hours inside the Silkworm cocoon.  Her feet scrolled up Diya’s torso to either side of her neck where they executed a pressing touch for several seconds her soft toes turning tight circles for a few seconds before Diya’s eyes rolled back in her head and she fell still to the floor. 

            Diata barely had time to release her grip in Diya when Ashwa clamped her ankles about her neck and her body swung over hers and down in an inverted position to her.  Ashwa raised her legs quickly forcing Diata’s upper body to bow back upon itself.

            “You have a diamond hard body my dear, but not a flawless one,” Ashwa said as she exerted more upward pressure. 

            Ashwa numbed the legs of Diata with a series of pressure strikes from her nails before she reached into her hair and pulled free a thread that seemed to spool out freely from a hidden compartment deep in her pile of hair.  She started with a few careful loops of Diata’s toes before binding her feet together then moving on up to her ankles then to her dangerous sexy legs of hardened silky steel.  Her calves and thighs were carefully encircled as was her small hard ass before Ashwa released her hold.  Before Diata could slither away the Silkworm applied a paralysing strike then froze her upper body this time.

            The D.O.O.M. spy’s upper body was given the same carefully attention to detail as her lower, her arms stretched and crossed above her head created the apex for the completion of Ashwa’s trap.  The end of the thread came free of her hair and was carefully tied in place; she took a few seconds to check her handiwork then smiled as she bent over the prostrate young agent.

            “Well a merry chase of an evening finally comes to an end for you, pity Diya isn’t around to enjoy it.  You really are a most incredibly talented young woman.  The Passion Flower should have finished you instead you almost finished us.  Your body is an extremely effective and deadly weapon, naked you are as dangerous as any one I’ve faced, flexible, strong, sexually seductive and determined.  I didn’t have a chance to do this earlier in the evening so,” Ashwa said, as she scoped up and propped the still frozen Diata in her arms, cradling her upper torso.

            “I’ll free your immobile form in a few minutes my dear after I explain things,” Ashwa whispered hotly as her lips kissed Diata’s softly and slowly again and again while she continued.

            “I have tied you in The Widows Weave, a single strand of Silkworm Silk designed to contract about you slowly crushing you in its soft sensual fibres as you writhe and wiggle desperately to free yourself,” she explained in delighted tones as she kissed.

            “Its impervious cutting, burning, chemical and a host of other things, in short it’s inescapable.  I spun a C.O.I.L. agent into it last year and then watched the woman perform endless straining manoeuvres of her delightful body as she fought to escape with no success.  The web took two hours to finish her and she fought to the end much as I’m sure you will.”

            Diata felt a pinch at the base of her neck then the feeling come back into her body.  Ashwa watched with a smile as she strained and twisted in her arms before letting her down to the floor again. 

            “Same your strength my dear, your defeated and drained body will beg for death in the final minutes as the web cinches your lovely form in its fatal threads,” Ashwa hissed as her piled hair fell about her shoulders and she revealed something in her hand to the spy.

            “You surely didn’t think it would be just the Widows Web did you?  What kind of a Silkworm would I be unless there was a sexual element to the trap?  The empty spool, its spring motor having been wound by the spinning release of the silk twine also doubles as a vibrator.”

            With that Ashwa released a hidden catch on the vibrator and watched it expand lengthwise her smile broadening as she watched the reaction of Diata’s widening eyes.

            “The device self penetrates the victim, loosely inserted at the beginning it worms its way in deeper and deeper with each orgasm opening you up to insane and incessant stimulation,” the Silkworm soothed as she gently worked the tip into Diata.  Do resist as long as you can Diata, the orgasms are truly the best and last you’ll ever have.  Normally I would stay and watch but I have another appointment and must prepare myself to finish what you started with Alice Hamilton.  I’ll return to remove you and Diya for disposal later.”

           

            The Silkworm slipped on her top and left the D.O.O.M. agent to her fate, her beautiful legs springing out the door.  Diata, her strong hard body twisting and turning in endless motion as the Widow’s Web contracted her entangled beauty.   She rocked her hips in the air and squeezed her ass and inner thigh muscles in an attempt to dislodge the vibrator.  Diata rolled onto her side and strained upward from the floor her hips swirling in the air in a bid to separate the Silkworm probe from her. 

            The first vibrations stormed though her bound body rampaging everywhere, hooking into every corner of her will and ebbing it away.  She came in a guttural growl of pleasure, low rumbling sounds that caromed off the floor and bounced about the room, some deflecting back into her to feed her passion for more.  She pushed against the probe, her muscles contracting to block its advance into her further. 

            The device turned against her wall of refusing muscle its motion lubricating her wetter with each turn until it began to penetrate in defences embedding itself a little deeper into her and buzzing again.  Diata pulled every fibre of her young lean body, her physique arcing furiously, her muscles pointed and poised as they fought the twine that gripped her with deadly intent even as the probed moved her to another orgasm. 

            The D.O.O.M. beauty tilted her hips up and flung her head back bridging her body as the pleasure washed about her, the probed spinning and buzzing deeper into her heightening the already insane bolts of joy her body was feeding on.  When she had spent herself she tried again to extricate the sinking probe from her, again with no success.  She was pleasured repeatedly; so many times she lost track, her mind a haze of blurry thoughts.  Her steaming naked form glistened against the white of the Widow’s Web, movement was impossible, a combination of the constriction and the probe which had now sunk its bulk perfectly into her.  Diata’s clitoris was gripped perfectly by the device just as she was by the Web.

            She rolled from side to side in an effort to relieve the pressure on her sex, but it proved futile as she was climaxed again and again, her screams of joy fading a little with each pleasuring as her energy was sapped until just the rushing exchange of air indicated she had fallen once more. 

            “Wear out the probe and free yourself from her web, I escaped their Passion Flower I can escape this,” Diata gasped, before being seized in the grip of another monstrous orgasm. 

            Unable to move any longer, she was reduced to enduring the Widow’s Web and the now seemingly endless climaxing of her damp tired and stricken form.

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            The irony was not lost on Lady Alice Hamilton, vampire, hanging upside down from a cross over the grave of your husband while trying to retrieve a stone that supposedly contained healing ability without being killed in the process of trying to obtain it.

            “That’s enough irony for the moment,” she said, as her legs splayed slowly outward and her torso stretched down. 

            Alice refocused, her thoughts reaching back to her childhood and the teaching of her mother, she began slowly and contemplatively.

                                                                        Ave Maria, gratia plena,

                                                            Dominus tecum,

                                                            benedicta tu in mulieribus,

                                                            et benedictus fructus ventris tui Iesus.

                                                            Sancta Maria mater Dei,

                                                            ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae.

                                                            Amen

            Minutes passed and as the stones grated along their predetermined path her recitation quickened in pace, punctuated with breathy stops and lapses as pain crept into the corners of her mind.  Her body was pulled tighter by the second; her legs split open, revealed their taut sexiness underneath her skin tight garment.  Several minutes later the vampire lost her words, she stumbled over them several more times in a vain attempt to pick up the thread and continue on, but they were swept from her reason by the waves of pain that washed in mind clean of anything else. 

            Her screams filled the cave, the noises bouncing back and about, their returns sounding much like a mocking derision of her.   Alice felt her arms slowly being pulled from their sockets, her inner thighs, the muscles and ligaments beginning to unravel, stomach muscles near the point of being torn apart.  Alice was lost in the pain and the madness it carried with it, the mocking cacophony of her own voice and the endless torment of the cross.  Her lungs struggled for air, her stomach now so constricted, she barely had enough to keep her conscious and a minute later that was not enough.

            She awoke moaning, her arms crossed over her chest, hands clutching her abdomen as she rolled side to side on her back, instinctively she raised her legs and curled into the fetal position and shook slowly.  The stone was hers; she just wasn’t sure what she had left behind to obtain it.  The victorious woman slowly unclenched her body and with much effort forced herself to her hands and knees before attempting to stand.

            “Ohhhhhhhhhh!” Alice shrieked, as the pain stabbed her with the force of a thousand knives.

            She staggered about the grave of her husband for a second before succumbing to the pain and falling hard to the ground.  Alice lay in the shadow the cross, her eyes straining in the dim light to stay focused on the symbol as the pain coursed through her battered body.  She was unsure if her eyes were playing tricks on her for the cross before suddenly began to shake although she felt no similar shaking from the earth beneath her.

            Lady Alice watched tiny cracks swell into large growing fissures the raced about every inch of the cross crackling it into fragments that fell to the ground, the scraping sound  making a kind of strange animal howling as they were released from each other, the noise growing to such an extreme that it forced Alice to cover her ears.   Her eyes however remained riveted on the crashing pieces, as one by one the ground seemed to pull them down and out of sight, as if the earth was opening up just enough to swallow the pieces one by one.  Alice slowly uncovered her ears, testing the air as the last of the pieces disappeared from sight and the noise seemed to fall away in proportion to it.  She tried to find her feet and this time did the effects of her ordeal still evident, but nowhere near the severity of before.  Alice picked up the light sticks she’d scattered about at the beginning of her odyssey and moved off into the darkness.

            She followed the cave along until she arrive at a pool of dark water no bigger round than a child’s toy pool.  She pulled her hood back up, took several deep breaths then disappeared into the water.  The glow of the light sticks helped her speed along the narrow confines of the submerged cave walls, before they to fell away.  Alice swam a few more metres straight and level, then change trajectory upward, dolphin kicked and broke the surface of the lake after many seconds about 20 metres from shore.   

            The vampire came ashore, pulled down her hood, found the path to the hotel, made her way along it, then up a flight of stone stairs and onto the balcony that overlooked the lake.  She planned to slip into the darkened dining room that adjoined the terrace and make her way to her room, secure her prize and prepare to leave in the morning.

            “I see you’ve had a busy and productive evening my dear,” Ashwa said, stepping from the shadows beside the doors Alice had intended to use.

            “I was beginning to wonder when you’d make an appearance in this little play,” Alice smiled, as she scanned the area for the woman’s partner.

            “Not to worry, we are quite along, my partner drew the low card and you’re all mine,” Ashwa said, seeing no need to give Alice more information that she needed.

            “I was led to believe Silkworm’s always worked in pairs,” Lady Alice questioned sarcastically.

            “Normally we do, when it’s called for, against a top flight agent for instance, you my dear are hardly in that category,” Ashwa answered back in just the same tone. 

            “Only time will tell if you were right on that score,” Alice answered as she shook her body loose for the upcoming engagement.

            “Come my good woman, its late, give me the stone and I promise to be quick and painless, otherwise I fear your screams may wake the other guests and that would be rude and not very English,” Ashwa chided, as stepped fully into view.

            Alice knew the woman was beautiful, possessed of a lovely face and body, she was more interested in her attire and she did indeed find it fascinating. 

            “Just a little something I wrapped myself in before coming,” Ashwa smiled.  “Do you like it, then I must insist you try it on for size, I can guarantee it will hug every curve and contour of your body.”

            Alice looked at the woman, her body loosely and erotically wound in what appeared to be a single piece of cloth.  The swath covered her mound and tits in the most provocative fashion Alice could imagine, the three inch wide fabric was wound about her limbs as well, the singular effect most alluring as the beholder wished to see underneath.

            “As enthralling an outfit as it is I have my own series of favourite designers and have no need to add another to my collection at this time,” Alice chimed.

            “Then I’ll just have to insist you try it on for size, it is to die for,” Ashwa slithered as she pounced.

            The Silkworm moved with graceful fluidity, her arms and legs a symphony and striking kicks and punches, her dancing foot work moving her forward in attack.  Alice thrust aside each blow that came at her, her blocks expertly timed to the second as where her counter attacks.  Her Ladyship caught both of Ashwa’s arms at full extension above her head with hers, swept her body in close and delivered her right knee to the stomach of the Silkworm in a progression of blows that doubled the woman over.  Alice snapped the back of her leg at the knee around Ashwa’s head.  A sharp kick with her free leg to the backs of Ashwa’s knees felled her to the stone terrace floor where Alice deftly wedged her foot and lower leg under her opponent’s legs and pushed up.  Alice quickly compressed her legs bending the Silkworm back upon herself, the vampire slipped one foot under the other to lock the hold in place.   

            “I wonder how much this worm can turn,” Alice said, as she applied a little pressure, before donning her hood once more and leaning forward over the stretched torso of Ashwa who was slowly and deliberately running her hands about Alice’s legs.

            “Having a little difficulty applying your Stinging Worm my dear?  My body glove is designed to thwart such deadly touches from opponents allowing me the freedom to apply them,” Alice smiled, as she brushed aside part of Ashwa’s garment.

            The very tip of Alice’s tongue protruded from between her lips and fanned one of Ashwa’s nipples, a slow circular motion, rather like a snake casually coiling its prey.  The Silkworm’s body jerked at the initial few touches but soon was writhing in a slow dance of pleasure as Alice stroked her nipples to erection and heightened arousal.  Ashwa flowed her hands over Alice’s legs as she snaked in delight to the touch of the woman’s tongue and lips.

            “I’m afraid massaging my legs will prove just as futile my dear,” Alice whispered between rolls of her tongue over the Silkworms nipples.

              Alice brushed the woman’s tender nipples quickly side to side in a faster and faster dance, sweeping Ashwa into a vortex of disorientation until she came.  The Silkworm’s hips bucked up and down, her marvellously trained body displaying its virtues to perfection with each undulation of her spasaming trapped form. 

            When she’d finished climaxing, Alice began finger walking two of her digits down Ashwa’s hard stomach, her nails on the woman’s hard body driving Ashwa wild with passion, until she had reached the woman’s muff.  A casual flick of one finger cast aside the fabric exposing her mound.  Alice waved her fingers over the small muff creating a gentle breeze that hotted up of trapped and struggling women with the impending sense of what was to come. 

            The Silkworm was not disappointed; the tops of one of Alice’s nails ran around the wet rim of Ashwa’s labia, the static contact sending sparks of blue lightning across the Silkworms brain.  Ashwa had barely time to recover when she felt the gentle slow penetration of her womanhood and the hurried motion of Alice to find her clitoris.  Every motion possible was explored as Alice swelled the woman, light delicate rubs, soft long pulls, and caressing circles of passion.

            “If only my tongue could reach my dear, your body would by enflamed beyond even what a Silkworm can do,” Alice hotly breathed.

            The Silkworm fell to Alice’s siren touch, the pleasuring quaking her for what seemed an eternity as Alice stimulated her expertly.  Alice began again, her touched impossible to resist, she contacted her prey slowly, the Silkworm was flexible, but several more pleasurings would finish her.

            Alice climaxed the Silkworm a few minutes later, cinched her bowed form further and commenced her final session when she was stricken, her eyes rolled back, she trembled for a second then relaxed totally, Ashwa unbowed her heaving form.

            “I did not hear you mention cut proof regarding the abilities of your body glove my dear.  It’s a good thing I took the time to sharpen my talons before our encounter.  A small incision and a transient touch of two fingers about your womanhood have freed me and doomed you, if you’ll pardon the pun,” Ashwa purred.

            The Silkworm inserted a third finger then retracted another, keeping Alice limp, but freeing one of her hands for new work.  Raising her torso and pulling her legs up Ashwa came to a sitting position; she pushed Alice’s limp form forward and onto her back.  The Silkworm inserted her nail into the slit she’d made and began to pull slowly up Alice’s body, in short order she had shredded the body glove

            “That should do. Now let’s get to know each other,” Ashwa cooed as she lowered herself to Alice.

            Ashwa turned her hand and Alice could move, but only from the neck up.

            “The Sundial is diabolically effective at nerve manipulation and stimulation when used by a skilled woman.  Now let me feel those very good lips and tongue of yours my dear woman.” Ashwa whispered hotly as there mouths found each other. 

            Alice found out how effective The Sundial was a few seconds later as she came in a frenzy of raised rolling hips while Ashwa’s white hot tongue lashed about her mouth, dancing off Alice’s and about her mouth in an orgy of motion.  The Silkworm tenderly rolled Alice onto her side, slithered her hand about the lubricated opening to a new position, then threw her head down over top of the woman and began nipping her lips.     

            “Your lips are mine to control my dear, I’m hungry, ravenous for you, but my kisses contain the sweet poison of desire, each touch builds the toxin inside you, each caress injections my venom deeper into you,” the Silkworm’s sultry voice said between kisses.

            “Free yourself of my drug, there is an antidote, a most pleasurable one, such as sweet death, but if you resist we can have more time together, resist me my dear, come before my kisses sting you too deeply.”

            Unable to fight the kisses and words of the Silkworm Alice orgasmed, her body gyrating vigorously as she crashed about the floor, her motion breaking the hold of Ashwa.

            “Congratulations my dear, you freed yourself from my poison kiss, all metaphorical of course, only to find yourself wrapped in my coils, quite literally,” the Silkworm laughed in a sexy throaty voice as she rose to her feet taking Alice along with her, the previously cut body glove falling from her body as they rose.

            “Your seduction has proved your undoing or perhaps more appropriately, you’re enveloping,” Ashwa said, kissing the words into her ear.

            Alice was indeed caught, somehow during her orgasm the Silkworm had worked some hoops of the cloth covering about her feet, ankles and wrists holding her from behind.  The sheathed woman slithered her bound form madly in whipping gyrations as she endeavoured to disentangle the trap and her partner.  Ashwa freely flowed her body with the struggling woman, the movement and proximity of their bodies arousing her to action.  She pulled her arms back and down at the elbow, the leverage taking Alice’s with her and disabling them behind her head, Ashwa pushed her arms up Alice’s, crossed them over the vampire’s shoulders and brought her palms down on the woman’s firm inviting breasts.  The drawing back of her arms forced Alice rigid and tight against Ashwa’s waiting body and her next step.

            “You’re awfully tense my dear, perhaps a little massage will relax those tense opposing muscles I’m feeling,” the Silkworm cooed as she began a slow conjoined sway of their bodies. 

            Ashwa used her entire body to maximum effect, her skill matched only by her erotic application.  The Silkworm loosened and then tightened the few loops she had about Alice seemingly with just a subtle turn of her body, the motion freeing her to move about the captured woman and work her rub in.  Languid pelvic churns, soft toes touches, strokes of her hands and feet and extensive runs of shared skin contact and deep touches of her lips started to liquefy Alice and slow her toiling form.

            “There The Massaging Worm is beginning to be felt, but I’ll let it work a while yet on you,” Ashwa mused.

            Alice was carefully massaged by the Silkworm, a slow completely effective erotically charged procedure that left her entranced by the woman.  Ashwa stopped and adhered her body to Alice feeling her for signs of fight.  Ashwa’s succulent kisses to Alice’s lips elicited the responses she desired. 

            “Your last weapon, your body, is rendered useless by a much more deadly weapon, mine. Neutralised by the soft flowing touch of experience and technique, now to finish you in true Silkworm fashion,” Ashwa breathed.

            Alice felt herself falling straight down for a fraction of a second before she was impaled, her body reacting with desperate hips rocks to break free.

            “Much too late for that my dear, my Two Headed Serpent has bitten you perfectly and your body, long my prisoner has been further restrained by additional loops of my deadly dress..”

            Alice’s legs had been bent up at the knee and angled out slightly from her body, Ashwa leg’s and fabric loops strategically woven into hers to prevent any movement from her.  The Silkworm’s art did not end there; her legs had snaked up the inside of Alice’s thighs allowing the large toe of each foot to penetrate her.  The sultry Silkworm used the leverage of the loops and her own body to bow Alice taut and helpless.

            “I think you can figure out how you will die my dear, it’s much the same fate you had planned for me, only a little more tactile.  Your death is certain it’s just a matter of when I desire it; I have left your neck free to move so we may enjoy each other.  Perhaps you can persuade me to prolong your life and bring you a fast and painless death when the time comes,” Ashwa said as she nuzzled and kissed Alice’s neck while her toes stroked slowly.

            Contained by this masterful woman Alice took the offer, her wet mouth more than pleasing.  Ashwa kissed back for sometime before a sudden turn of her toes broken their embrace and sent Alice into convulsions, her head falling on the Silkworms shoulder.

            “Excellent my dear,” Ashwa honeyed as she arched her victim just a little.

            The Silkworms soft palms washed over Alice’s nipples in dazzling touches that ignited her desire, her clitoris throbbing, her body yearning for more of this woman.   Ashwa let Alice find her lips, her domination of the woman now compete in every manner.  The Silkworm worked slowly on her opponent, but completely effectively, both players were drenched her perspiration, the humid night nothing compared to the sultry women embraced in it.  Ashwa slowed her kisses, calming the pace of Alice before a turn of her thin ankle crashed the woman’s body with a numbing orgasm that Alice welcomed even as she felt her reverses drain away.

            “Your death is near my dear woman, just a few more crippling touches and it will be over.  I had hoped you’d last longer, more like Diata, but woman of her calibre are rare, still she fell to me as well tonight,” Ashwa said, a pleased tone in her voice. 

            The Silkworm feathered her toes about Alice bringing her to climax with ease.  The woman, rose up slightly, just as Ashwa had planned, she imbedded further and arched Alice back, the tactic pinning Alice into a vortex of ceaseless pleasure.  Alice shimming incessantly to break the siren spell of the Silkworm, each thrust ending with her body bent back a little more.  The cloth about her moved slowly as her head was pulled back, her body still trapped inside the orgasms that coiled endless about her. 

            “Your body’s arched to its limit my dear, come take my lips one final time,” Ashwa triumphed.

            Alice needed it to end, she was being drive mad with pleasure and pain, she took the kiss, a slow languid caressing by Ashwa ended too soon, for Ashwa.

            Alice fell forward and pulled her sex free of The Two Headed Serpent and looked over her shoulder at the woman, before crawling over to her. 

            “My naked body was finished by you in a most impressive display, but you failed to neutralise my hair, or more specifically my hairpin. I was nearly finished by it in a previous encounter; I plan this time to use it to its full potential.  If you hadn’t have cut me free of my body glove you would have had me, but I knew a Silkworm would never pass up the chance to kill in the most erotic manner she could,” Alice explained.

            The vampire worked to secure Ashwa in the loose cloth of her former garment, her application of the cloth much more confining. 

            “My first pleasuring in The Two Headed Serpent released the pin; my writhing caught just enough of the loose end to begin the process of drawing the material through it.  All I needed was time and of course enough of a distraction of you to let my trap work, your lips provided that.  Further orgasms allowed me to thrash about, my motion working free material into position, once completed I had to hope I could last long enough to survive and free myself once the material cinched about your shoulders in a most confining bind,” Alice explained.

            The Silkworm was tied tight as Alice explained her escape.  Rolled over on her stomach the vampire tied her hands and feet together, the sweat soaked cloth now impossible to undo.  Alice reversed the roll and watched the Silkworm writhe before getting to her feet, taking the free end of the cloth and tying it around the stone ledge of the terrace.  She picked up Ashwa, with surprisingly little effort and placed her dangling over the edge while she held on to the slack coil of cloth.

            “I’d like to kiss you goodbye, but we both know where that could end up,” Alice smiled.

            She slowly lowered the bound woman until the cloth went tense.  She pushed a button on the hairpin that opened a hidden compartment and removed the stone.  A turn of the clasp activated the cloth movement; she watched it slowly release what it had taken up, the Silkworm falling slowly to the ground and a giant cavernous sucking mud hole directly below her.

            “You should be released about a metre from the ground, just a far enough drop to sink you so that you can’t escape the slow drawing power of the mud,” Alice said stone cold, before she disappeared from view of the struggling woman, her body feeling strangely invigorated and not rung out as she had expected.  Her Ladyship found enough of her former body glove to piece together a makeshift covering.  She closed the door to the terrace and moved through the darkness toward her room, outside the rain started to fall.

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            Diata’s mind was wandering, she imagined herself in a waterfall, the cooling droplets cascading off her fevered body and brow, she stretched out allowing her body the feel the impact of the pleasure a small smile growing across her lips as her tongue shot forth to collect the water.  The D.O.O.M. spy shook off the dream and snapped back to reality.

            “You really should be more careful about the people you associate with,” Alice said looking back at the dead Silkworm in the room behind her.

            Diata, her mind clearing slowly recognized the voice of Alice and the somewhat fuzzy outline of the woman before her. While her head bobbed about and the rest of her body started to function again she realised she was free of the Widow’s Weave and was now out on the balcony in the rain.  Alice waited for her faculties to return to a coherent state and for Diata to find her legs and be able to stand on her own before she continued.

            “I took care of her partner,” Alice said glancing over her shoulder.

            Diata composed her confused self as best she could and smiled weakly before kissing the woman on the cheek.

            “I’m afraid that’s the best I can offer at present,” she said weakly before moving to step past her and out of the rain           

            Alice seized her wrist, spun her around and held her in an embrace, pulling Diata’s back tight against her stomach.

            “But I demand more,” Alice hissed as her mouth opened.

            Alice’s head snapped down quickly her teeth sinking into Diata’s neck with surgical precision has the D.O.O.M. agent gasped at first and then moaned for a fraction more before going silent. 

            Alice felt herself floating away in an ever thickening mist, her body leaving her, she was free of all its restraints and confinements, yet somehow a new prison took its place, one she could not identify, it seemed small and insignificant to her thought at present, so she started to push it into the corners of her mind and banish it from coming back…and then her head jerked up.

            Diata staggered back, her hand instinctively covering the wound a horror stricken look painted on her face.  Alice her face a mixture of self hating and pleading forgiveness reached out a shaking arm to comfort.  Diata like a frightened child slapped it away and ran past her and fled the room.  Lady Alice Hamilton fell to her knees on the balcony her hands covering her face as tears fell from her eyes as fast as the rain did from the sky above into which she raised her face a few seconds later and screamed.

           

                                                            “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani”

            Even as the words escaped, her throat savoured the last few drops of the woman’s blood.