Chapter Two:
She seemed a prisoner in to her
bed! Her mind screaming to her body to
move, make an escape while possible, before it was too late, but instead she
tossed her head fitfully and seemed unable to fully surface from her walking
dream. The double glass door that led to
her private balcony opened with a sudden blast of cool air that washed up and
over her as she lay followed quickly by flowing bilious fog that hugged the
floor until its tendrils curled about her bed and spilled onto it.
She tried to rise but the weightless
vapor seemed to press down and about her binding her hot form to the
mattress! She writhed in futile attempts
to escape it grip until out of the open door slipped a gossamer specter of
beauty. Her eyes fell upon the visitor
and all desire of escape departed from her fevered mind.
“Surely you did assume the evening
together would end so quickly Mrs. Hawthorne?
I wasn’t quite truthful about my needs and you posses that need!” Alice
said as glided across the floor wearing the most impossibly sexy Victorian
negligee the spy had ever scene.
Her gaze fixed on Alice she felt the
covers slowly slide down her body until she was exposed! Alice delicately soothed her brow with light
brush strokes of her hair the vampires fingers combing through the soft flaxen
strands as she laid in out on the pillow away from her neck. Practiced hands slipped the straps of her
nightgown away from her shoulders in sensuous delight! Mrs. Hawthorne swallowed hard, she was
getting excited from the one sided foreplay despite the danger she knew she was
in! Alice lowered her head and
pleasantly kissed the chest and base of Mrs. Hawthorne’s breasts, the touch
emitting small pants from the spy breathy declarations of joy as Alice’s hand
moved sinuously under the fabric and rested on the woman’s mound!
“I’m glad to see you’re enjoying
yourself Mrs. Hawthorne, but I think we’ll save that pleasure for another
evening,” Alice smiled a toothy grin as she raised her eyes to meet the spy’s
once more.
“I can assure
you this touch is so much more rapturous for both of us! Here let me give you a taste!” Lady Alice
said as she opened mouth and moved forward.
Mrs. Hawthorne lurched up and forward fighting to
catch her breath for just a second, but in a most pleasurable way. The spy clutched her chest, which was damp
with sweat, as was the remainder of her naked body that was stuck to the silk
sheets like glue.
“Your imagination nearly got the best of you,” she
said to herself as her hand slid between her legs. “Too bad it didn’t!” she smiled flopping back
down into the bed.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The creeping rays of sunlight danced
across her face awaking her from slumber.
She pulled and stretched beneath the covers a few times before rolling
out of bed onto to feet and into a few deep extensions of her body, the mild
strain bringing it to life. A clasp of
her hands behind her ankles, a deep pull and a roll somersaulted her forward
and back into a stand position from which she leisurely extended her left leg
up her body and above her head, placing the sole of her foot against the
upright post of her bed. Her hands
searched up and closed around her hoisted foot as she pulled inward several
times before a sudden sweep of her torso windmilled her down to the planted
foot. She repeated the procedure several
times, each revolution loosening her already pliant form more. Satisfied, she disengaged her leg and fell
forward, her hands outstretched as the floor surge up to her. Landing softly like a cat, her body dove into
a series and pushups culminating in a sequence of ten with a hand clap in
between each one, her back and shoulder muscles answering and displaying there
paradoxical hard softness and they waved to the surface in cords of muscular beauty. She flipped over, landing on her hard ass in
a sitting position with her legs stretched out in front of her for just a
second before they began to snap up the length of her body in alternate sweeps,
each kick increasing her speed until they blurred to the eye. Ten minutes later she ended her workout,
folded her body into a lotus tuck and let herself relax for a few minutes
before tumbling forward and springing to her feet. She stopped by the floor mirror on her way
into the en suite for a shower and smiled.
“Not bad Mrs. Hawthorne,” she said
as she looked at her naked steamy form.
“My trip to India may have not been the secret I’d hoped it would be,
but the results are more than I could have hoped for, both in bodily results
and with regard to the pleasant situation!”
The vengeance driven woman had shed
12 pounds and chiseled her form into an even more attractive package than it
had been before. She was faster, much
more flexible, stronger, sleeker and if possible sexier. Her muscles agitated beneath the surface,
their attractive hypnotizing movements so pleasing to the watcher masking their
true fatal beauty. I final sideways
glance, a smile and she was gone.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
“Come in,” she called out between
vigorous rubs of her hair.
“I waited until I heard
movement. I hope I’m not interrupting
but I had your clothes retrieved from the hotel so as to give you something
more than a towel to wear as I’m afraid none of my clothes would fit you. Funny, I used to be considered a tall woman
in my day, now I’m just average,” Alice mused as she put down the bags.
“That may be the only thing about
you that is your Ladyship,” Mrs. Hawthorne returned with a laugh.
“Please just call me Alice Mrs.
Hawthorne. I’m afraid the title died when
I did, although technically since it hasn’t been handed to another woman I
still have claim to its privileges, but nonetheless I prefer Alice,” she
answered kindly.
“When you are dressed please meet me
downstairs for breakfast. I also took
the liberality of setting up your computer in the library as I assume you’ll be
using it later today to locate us some help?” Alice said forgone tone.
Mrs. Hawthorne smiled an
acknowledgement that sent Alice from the room and her to unpacking. A while later, wearing a loose white cotton
top, a pair of breezy sheer pale blue harem pants complete with a blue thong
and flat slip off sandals she joined her host for breakfast. She ate fast, took her cup of tea and excused
herself from Alice’s presence and into the library where her laptop awaited.
In spite of the previous nights
revelations she had managed to formulate a plan of sorts, she did however think
Alice might have a placed a bit too much confidence in her ability to obtain
help for such a dangerous and completely unauthorized mission. She knew C.O.I.L. was up against the wall in
terms of agents and that no matter how valuable Claire was too them the simply
truth was still what Catherine had told her, there will always be another
Claire to come along.
C.O.I.L. had kept Mrs. Hawthorne
pretty much on a need to know basis, not totally trusting her, but that secrecy
didn’t extend to Claire and her! Despite
their first encounter with each other and the duo’s subsequent capture and
escape from D.O.O.M. they had developed a quasi mother-daughter relationship
that filled a void they both had. That
relationship had given Mrs. Hawthorne insights into C.O.I.L. and in turn
glimpses of Claire’s various missions that the spy had chosen to share. She mined that data as she worked to make her
first connect, she tried several avenues, all met with failure, which didn’t
surprise her as she had know idea if this person would even know of her and if
she did, trust her enough to reply, all she could was wait.
She filled the void with a book she
pulled off one of the shelves in the library, absentmindedly reading. After more empty hours than she cared to
think about she was about to admit defeat when she received a message in her
inbox.
“How are the roses at Vasser this
year?”
Mrs. Hawthorne smiled and typed back
rapidly.
“Don’t know about Vasser, but
the roses at Radcliffe are deadly!”
The reply came back.
“Don’t mean to hurt you with
the thorns, perhaps its something in the chemistry of the relationship?”
The spy knew what that meant and
didn’t take offense as she replied.
“No I was attracted to the
Physics of the relationship between the two!”
They bantered back and forth a few
more times until each was sure and secure with the others identity. It was just then that Alice came into the
room as if on queue as the conversation had reached the point of needing
information from her as the unknown persons last e-mail came in.
“Would gladly consider
employment abroad. Please send details
regarding date,
location and timeframe. I also have a friend who has previous
experience in
this area, I will contact her
with your offer as well!
Mrs. Hawthorne typed the information
as Alice dictated it to her then sent it with a smile.
“Well this is excellent news, two
other agents; you are making excellent progress Mrs. Hawthorne!” Alice beamed.
“That’s all the progress I’m going
to make Alice! She was the only one who
replied and I have no idea who she is.
She may in fact be a very green agent or she may be a D.O.O.M. agent who
knows how to play the game and we may very well have sent her just what we
shouldn’t have! It’s all a giant game
Alice and I’m afraid you picked a person in me who only knows a very small
percentage of the game players!” Mrs. Hawthorne said as she closed the laptop
and stood up and smiled disarmingly before stating.
“While we’re on that theme I need to
know just how good a player are you Alice?”
Mrs. Hawthorne didn’t wait for an
answer she snapped a roundhouse kick and several punches in the direction of
Alice! The woman swiveled forward and
ducked the kick rising catch Mrs. Hawthorne’s hands with hers! The two women closed their hands around each
other’s wrists and bent forward their heads almost clashing together as the
spun round and round like crazed tops about the floor, the fury of the spins
snapping the air like claps of thunder!
Alice came out what seemed her hundredth spin, stepped over her planted
leg and launched herself into the contorting her body and Mrs. Hawthorne’s arms
in the process. Alice landed behind her
opponent with Mrs. Hawthorne’s arms crossed over themselves and wrapped about
her neck as Alice attempted to pull tight and secure her hold! Mrs. Hawthorne deftly lowered her neck,
slipped her head through her own arms stepped over and tossed her opponent over
her shoulder and through the air!
Alice tucked her body, rolled over
onto the balls of her feet while still in a tightly curled ball and sprang
backward, her body snapping around and straight as she flew into Mrs. Hawthorne
her at the last second parried her away and swept her leg up behind her in an
effort to connect with Alice’s face! The
vampire blocked the strike and the pendulum kick from the other way as Mrs. Hawthorne
swung her leg forward and over the top of her head! Alice raised both arms with her hands locked
together and pushed the kick back before letting momentum carry her into a
handstand! With incredible strength and
agility Alice spun on her hands in frenzy of motion as her legs darted in and
out and up and down at Mrs. Hawthorne who neatly blocked all the blows before
timing her own backward flip to perfection.
Her feet connected flush with both of Alice’s, the collision sending
both them into the air and to a standing position when they landed facing each
other!
“You’re a player alright!” Mrs.
Hawthorne smiled as both she and Alice relaxed.
“I hope you can forgive me, but I had to know if you could handle
yourself.”
“No forgiveness is required Mrs.
Hawthorne. I’m actually flattered that
you care that much about my welfare so soon after we met,” Alice said.
“What style was that you were using
I didn’t recognize it?” Mrs. Hawthorne asked.
“Wing Chun Kung Fu, but I know many
other styles as well if you’d care to see a demonstration?” Alice asked
honestly.
“No, I believe you,” Mrs. Hawthorne
said earnestly. “But having studied Wing
Chun I think I can honestly say what you just did is not that!”
“I can assure you Mrs. Hawthorne
that it most certainly is Wing Chun, just not the Wing Chun you your teacher
taught you, but then again your teacher was not Wu Mei.” Alice answered as she watched the expression
on Mrs. Hawthorne’s face change from bewilderment to mystified understanding in
seconds.
“I keep forgetting although I’m
looking at a 25 year old woman, you’re not really 25! You mean you actually learned Wing Chun from
its developer and her adopted daughter, Wing Chun herself!” Mrs. Hawthorne said
in amazement.
“Actually Wing Chun and I learned it
together in secret after the Shaolin Temple was destroyed and the nun Wu Mei
fled. There is however, Mrs. Hawthorne,
two versions of Wing Chun Kung Fu, the one Yip Man brought to Hong King and
Bruce Lee learned, the one popular now all over the world and the one Wing Chun
and I learned. Wu Mei’s pure version,
developed specifically for women, is a far more deadly form than the one
employed today. She only taught Wing
Chun and I as far as I know and Wing Chun only taught her daughter the form, I
have taught no one, but you Mrs. Hawthorne could do very well with this form!”
Alice suggested.
“You where in China during the 17th
century?” Mrs. Hawthorne asked incredulously.
“When one doesn’t age, one must keep
moving after so many years in the same place and besides Mrs. Hawthorne, England
can get boring after a while!” she answered playfully.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The contact having been made and
time and location set for their meeting Alice and Mrs. Hawthorne spent one more
day in the house before their plane left for Japan. During that time Mrs. Hawthorne took advantage
of Alice’s offer and began learning the first ten movements of Wing Chun adding
yet another weapon to her arsenal.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
“She’s on flight 208 to Tokyo. No she’s alone, shall I make arrangements for
her arrival. I understand, I’ll alert
our office in Tokyo to keep a close watch on her but do nothing until
advised. She may lead us to bigger
fish!”
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Lessons always took place in the
cool of the night; the days were far to hot, but lately the nights had been
just as hot for the two of them! She
smoothly and elegantly walked between the pillars that supported part of the
temple roof and formed a natural corridor, the light chiffon fabric she had
draped about her body billowing in the air currents she created as the
moonlight penetrated the opaque fabric revealing her luscious body. She’d scented her body with jasmine water
knowing it would please him and done her hair up and held it in place with
flowers she’d picked that day. She
turned into an almost invisible corner and down a dimly lit passage for several
meters before her hand gently pushed the stone in the exact place and it
swiveled on its base opening just enough for her to slip through.
She emerged into his private
quarters, a paradise of marble statues, ornately carved teak walls and smooth
sandalwood floors. She delicately
stepped across the open floor of the main entrance her feet silent as she
moved. Soundlessly she pulled back the
curtain to his inner chamber and disappeared inside the curtain returning to
rest as if it had never been disturbed.
His inner chamber was illuminated in a soft orange/red light that
emitted from the hidden folds at the edge of the cupola ceiling that was itself
decorated in a kaleidoscope of mosaic tiles intricately arranged into a series
of geometric shapes. Four small carved
statues, one for each corner framed out the space, each representing one of the
signs that made up the physical elements, earth, water, sky, fire. The floor in this room, was one sheet of
solid marble approximately 10’ by 10’ and as she had discovered to her delight,
heated and not cold, courtesy of a thermal fissure just below. He was situated in the middle of the room, in
a lotus position, deep in meditation, but expectant of her arrival as she
noted.
She undid her chiffon covering and
discarded it by the curtain; she removed her flats and moved to him. He was young, maybe 24 or so, somehow their
conversations had never ventured into personal inquiries and both seemed to
prefer to keep it that way. His body was defined and strong, his smooth flowing
muscles and flexible skeleton the true sign of the Yoga master he most
certainly was. She’d come as a student,
one of many Western’s who regularly purchased two week vacations at the temple
hoping to somehow grasp the knowledge that took a lifetime and sometimes not
even that was enough time. They’d caught
each others eye quickly and were lovers even quicker! She’d proved an adept and willing pupil,
spending hours in study, both bodily and mentally, the latter immersed in
ancient manuscripts held within the temple library.
She tenderly rubbed the nipples of
her firm breasts up and down his back as she knelt behind him. She shimmied her torso every few strokes,
skating her nipples across his back with the action having the effect, as she
had planned, slowly bringing him to the surface. Her body closed in, her lips playing along
his neck as her pleasing scent invaded his senses and heightening his desire
for her! Carefully she snaked her long
legs around him, rubbing them purposefully against his sides as he craned his
neck backward to her waiting wet lips!
Velvety legs slip around him, her
toes soon found his still flaccid cock which they surrounded in a shell like
clamp. Persuasive action from her was
not needed; just her motionless technique was more than sufficient to expand
him as his pole grew and hardened emerging from the cocoon of flesh she had
enveloped it in! Soft playful runs up
and down his shaft with her feet quivered him with electric jolts of pleasure
as she ran her fingers along the velvet hardness of his muscular stomach and
ribs, her fingers splayed as they rose and fell amongst the undulations.
She slowly drew her lips from his and began kissing
down his neck and onto his smooth hard chest, her hands occupying a massaging
sensuous grip on his ass cheeks. She
carefully kissed each ridge on her descent until her she was close enough to
blow cool air along the throbbing massive shaft of his manhood. Her tongue flicked and darted about his
member, tender light kisses mixed with long brushing motions of her lips and
devilish tongue kept him hers as their hot bodies melted together, the jasmine
water filling them with sweet aromatic pleasure.
She kissed and played with his tip teasing him
purposefully before seizing him in her mouth and coddling him as his body
shuddered around her. The woman’s tongue
lolled around his pulsating mast, wrapping around it like a coiling snake about
its struggling prey as it squirmed and struggled to escape then enveloping
shroud. The woman delicately undid her legs and slipped into a more
advantageous position as she took a few final pulls on his mast before
releasing him with two well placed kisses.
“I wanted our last night together to unforgettable for
you my young yoga master,” she purred.
“All my time in your most wonderful library will yield just that I
believe! Tell me how does the Medusa’s
Kiss feel, or perhaps more accurately doesn’t feel my stiff lover! I stumbled upon the technique in a long
forgotten scroll written by a female master of this temple over 2000 years
ago. Its Tantric in nature, my tongue
and lips deliver a nerve pinching touch that spreads outward from your root,
the massage of my hands to your ass helps speed the paralysis. Fortunately the victim is much too occupied
to notice the attack, but as you can tell the results cannot be denied!”
“Why?” he managed to meekly ask before his mouth
ceased to work at all and he was silent.
“I also discovered, quite accidentally, during my
studies that you possess something I that could be of great value to me and the
ironic thing is that you didn’t even know you had it! Its in this room in fact, but since I was
never allowed in here unless you allowed it, well, lets just say it made things
a little more complicated, that is until I discovered the Medusa’s Kiss!”
“Oh I could have killed you with poison, but I prefer
more exotic means to terminate my prey.
You however are far too strong and a fight between us would have an
uncertain outcome, hence the kiss! I’m
afraid letting you live is out of the question, you may come after me once the
paralysis has worn off in several days time.
I want to thank you for all the wonderful yoga sessions we’ve had
together and the after sessions as well!
Now its time for our last session together!” she hissed.
Nancy Prud’homme, idly slithered her crossed legs
around either side of his head, her smooth skin sliding into place and locking
secure! The assassinatrix gracefully
rolled him backward from his lotus position and her up onto her feet in one
fluid motion. Her fingers locked into
the toes of his feet as she swung her arms above her head stretching out his
body against hers.
“Now to secure you totally to me!” the spy said
evilly.
The woman wiggled and gyrated her hips until she
captured his rock hard obelisk. Soft
insistent undulations worked him in to her trap until he was secured!
“I won’t move if you won’t my master!” her voice said
in a slinky tone.
Nancy knew she didn’t have to move for him to
orgasm. Tantric stillness would bring
him to climax over time and for each orgasm she’d bend him forward in her
Pleasure Pole! She listened to his body
as he worked to control it against her wiles, she knew he had excellent
control, but she had years of experience on her side and the knowledge she’d
gained from their couplings over the last month. She smiled after two hours as the first low
throbbing beat against her! They increased
slowly; the more he tried to resist the faster they got as she mocked him.
“You know struggling only has the opposite effect my
trapped master!”
Nancy waited and waited until finally his wall of
defiance crumbled and he came gloriously, his body convulsing
involuntarily! She left him spend
himself completely before she bent The Pleasure Pole forward, bowing his
back! Again, the cool spy waited,
letting him build his joy and hers! The
position was perfect for her to obtain incredible stimulation from his
pulsations! The assassinatrix moan in
pleasure as she doggedly maintained her stillness in spite of the endless
exhilaration she was experiencing. She
came again and again, her reserves being spent by his will, but much to slowly
as he came again and she shift him closer to death!
“If only you could have conditioned your mind and body
to resist you could have worn me down and maybe survived. I knew that was a distinct chance in this
trap, but I wanted to give you the opportunity to escape!” she laughed.
She leaned over him a little more as she bent the
Pleasure Plot after each of his orgasms until he was tight in a backward
bending U shaped ball! Her ageless taut
body, honed from a month of intensive training waited to snap about him, the
muscles in her arms, back and legs washed in the amber glow of the lights about
and her own moisture. He battled her for
hours, coming close, but always managing to pull away from the edge. Nancy calmly let the Tantric Sex Trap wear
him down, her Medusa’s Kiss was still in full effect, his powerful body having
been so magnificently neutralized by her soft caresses. She felt his palpitations again, they grew
and grew, she instinctively knew this one could not be stopped! He quaked in her Pleasure Pole as he came,
she tensed and thrust her hips inward and her arms back to a load cracking and
a final convulsion. She smiled and
dislodged her hold letting his broken body fall to the marble floor his manhood
still engorged she noticed.
“That’s my boy, always ready for more!” she said
mockingly.
Nancy wasted no time in obtaining her prize! She carefully brought the four statues
together, each intricately locking into the other in a specific way that she
hand learned from one of the scrolls.
The final statue was moved into place and the puzzle was ready. The assassinatrix waited and watched for a
few seconds until almost imperceptibly the four statues began to meld together
into one complete form.
The spy watched as the head of the new statue
completed its transformation and its mouth opened. She smiled and reached into the mouth
removing what appeared to be an ordinary stone.
“One down.”
She was elated and for the first time since she could
remember scared. She donned her chiffon
fabric and slid her feet into her sandals.
“I need to get moving, they’re never far behind and
I’ve outstayed my welcome.”
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