Fist of the Spider Woman (7 page)

“What am I going to do with you, puppy?” she hissed, her lips a mere breath from Belle's.

Obviously, the question was purely rhetorical. Silvija quietly lifted her up from the bed without even a grimace of effort and dragged Belle through the house, past the open doors of the other bedrooms, through the dark sitting room, and down even darker stairs to a room that smelled like blood and iron. She locked the door behind them.

“I've tried to be patient with you.” While Silvija was preoccupied with the lock, Belle twisted away and tried to run. The beast back-handed her and she slipped down the half dozen steps, landing on her back with a grunt. Then the beast was over her, lifting her up and twisting her hands behind her back before propelling her backward toward the strong iron smells.

“I've tried to be
nice
to you.” With quick, efficient movements, she shackled Belle with the dangling manacles and leg irons on the floor.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Belle looked around in alarm.

She was in a damn dungeon straight out of a horror movie with thick brick walls, a torture rack on the far side of the room and, near the far wall, two sets of manacles hanging from the ceiling. The iron abraded Belle's wrists as she tugged at them, glaring at Silvija. The chains stretched her arms apart and up, just as the leg irons pulled her feet apart. Belle was stretched wide open and vulnerable in her thin, knee-length nightgown.

The beast could do anything to her down here.

Belle hissed, “Let me go.”

“That's not an option at the moment.”

Silvija cranked a lever on the wall, and the chains holding Belle rattled and pulled tight, stretching her arms up and back, until she was almost on her toes. Her ass jutted up, her back curved in.

When she'd brought Belle downstairs, the beast had neglected to put on clothes. In the darkness, illuminated only by Belle's eyesight, she glowed. Her cinnamon skin radiated strength and power, bringing attention to the impressive muscles writhing just beneath. Against her will, Belle became very aware of the high breasts and their hard, crowning nipples. Her arcing ribs and taut belly slid away beneath them. The curved hips, bushy mound, sturdy thighs and legs all proclaimed her strength. This was not a delicate woman.

Belle knew that she might have gone too far in the bed with Silvija, but she would never admit it to the beast, not even if that was the reason she had her tied up like a slave in this damn dungeon. But the beast had made her angry. She had taken her toy. She had taken her life and was forcing her to a place she didn't want to go.

“Is this about that stupid girl?” When Belle didn't answer, Silvija's mouth twisted. “She's not worth it.”

“She was worth it to me.”

“Worth what? A quick fuck. Or a ‘fuck you' to me?” She sneered again. “Either way, trust me, it wasn't. Your rebellion is pointless. You're just going to hurt yourself in the process and make yourself look foolish.”

“You mean that you're going to hurt me and make me look foolish.”

Silvija smiled coolly. “Whichever.” The beast was furious, her anger simmering just beneath the surface of her skin like human heat.

“Let me go, Silvija.”

“No. You obviously cannot handle freedom.”

Belle growled. “Listen to me, bitch.” She rattled the chains imprisoning her arms. “Let me the fuck out of these chains.”

“Or what?”

“Is that what you want?” Belle rattled the chains again. “For me to threaten you?”

“No, that's not what I want. But that's been what you've been doing since I met you. Empty threats and provocations that have only managed to completely piss me off.” She stalked back and forth in front of Belle, watching her, then looking away. With each provoking word that Belle uttered she grew closer until each motion she made in front of Belle left a slight breeze.

“This is pointless,” Belle said, finally calming down. “Let me go.”

“Why? Is it because you don't like being under someone else's control? Or because you don't like being under my control?”

“You don't control me, bitch.”

“What did I tell you that first day?” She didn't wait for Belle to answer. “This is my clan. Julia bit you. She is my clan, so you are my clan. You are
all
under my protection.”

“Do you just get off on this power trip? Is this the only way you can really control your women? To bring them down here and torture them, make them bleed? This is obviously the only way you can think of to control me.”

Silvija shot forward suddenly and bunched Belle's nightgown into a shaking fist. “Why do you always take things too far?”

Belle spat in her face. Silvija's eyes flashed. She moved back abruptly, taking pieces of Belle's nightgown with her. Cool air washed over Belle's skin. Silvija deliberately wiped the spit from her face with the bits of her nightgown. Her face was granite hard, and cold.

“Is that how you want to play it?” Silvija's eyes flickered over Belle's face and body, missing nothing, not her rebellious look, not the scornful twist of her mouth, and certainly not the contempt blazing from her eyes. Pieces of Belle's split nightgown hung limply off her shoulders and hips. One shrug and those bits would fall to the floor, leaving her completely naked. A false breath shuddered in her throat, and she felt her breasts move, her nipples harden standing up in the cool air.

“You may not understand yourself now, but I know. You want something from me, puppy. I'm assuming that you find it hard to ask for, but that's all right. I'll give it to you anyway.” The cool eyes licked over her again. “But only this once. Next time, next time,” her voice was gravelly and thick, “next time, you'll have to beg me for it.”

Silvija walked slowly around Belle, taking her time stirring up the prickles of awareness on the bound woman's skin. The air stilled when she stopped behind her. Belle didn't give her the satisfaction of twisting her head around to see what Silvija was doing. She would be stoic. She would wait for whatever the beast thought would move her. Belle steeled herself against the pain that was sure to come.

A whisper of sensation seared down her back. Her skin flinched from it, but the touch was surprisingly gentle. It remained steady and light, threading down the valley of her spine, licking over the rise of her ass, before flaring back up to her shoulder blades. Hands moved through the air, leaving a slight breeze in their wake. The breeze brushed the sensitive skin over her ass, then the hands themselves, shaping the rounded flesh, cupped her. Fingers glided down the backs of her thighs and calves. The beginnings of arousal flared under her skin and spread quickly. She shivered.

Stretched as she was, her body anticipating the sting of pain, the gentle sensation was jarring. And much worse. She ground her teeth together and pulled at the manacles holding her arms captive. That pain grounded her, reminding her why she was here. This pleasure wasn't real. It was poisonous. As much as the source of it was.

“Stop it.”

But Silvija didn't stop. The fingers brushed between Belle's thighs, avoiding her intimate place. Then disappeared. The breeze came again when Silvija stood up. She didn't speak. Belle breathed a sigh of relief, but it came too soon. The beast's fingers came back. This time they flickered out to stroke her belly from behind. Belle slammed her head, hoping to catch the beast in the face, but Silvija's was lower. Deliberate breath tingled at the small of her back.

“Fuck you,” Belle ground out between her teeth.

The fingers danced over the muscles stretched tight in her stomach, over the flare of ribs, then up to the sensitive underside of her breasts. Sensation writhed in her belly. Hands cupped her breasts, stroked the heavy globes. Belle looked down and saw, to her shame, her nipples plumping up in Silvija's hands, hard and ripe, mere millimetres from the stroking fingers. She felt the beast's tongue on the small of her back. The tongue dipped lower, then teeth scraped the tender skin at the top of her ass as fingers brushed her nipples. A noise escaped Belle. The fingers tugged and flicked her nipples while Silvija bit her from behind.

Belle's mind deserted her. Her hips pushed against the air. She pulled against the manacles, scraping her wrists. Words came from behind her, words muffled by the press of skin, sinking into her, incomprehensible but arousing, stoking the flames of her desire.

“No.” No. No. No. She couldn't want this humiliation. But the movement of her hips proved her wrong. She didn't know whether she fought against the manacles to kill Silvija or to touch her in return. “No …”

The fingers and tongue disappeared. Belle was breathing heavily but couldn't stop herself. When she opened her eyes—when had she closed them?—Silvija stood in front of her. The beast's eyes were heavy-lidded and savage. It seemed then that the lesson was over, but Silvija reached out. Her hands snagged in Belle's hair and pulled her head back. She buried her face in Belle's throat just as her hand grabbed the out-thrust ass and pulled it close. Silvija's thigh pushed between hers, slid against the shame of her desire. Her pussy wept. The big thigh muscle smoothly stroked her, abraded the delicate flesh of her exposed cunt lips and her clit. The echoes of their fucking sounded loudly in the room.

She would not shame herself by begging, but she was so close to it. So close. Silvija licked her throat, nuzzled her, while her thigh worked against Belle. The heated clove scent of her was overwhelming. Their bodies together seemed to generate another kind of heat, different from the kind exuded when they were piled together in sleep. This heat blossomed under Belle's skin like the sun, incinerating, smouldering. She cried out.

That sound woke Silvija from the trance she had fallen into. The beast moved away from her throat and down Belle's body. The loss of that heat made her want to shout out in pain. This was too much. She tugged harder at the manacles, curling her fingers together so they could slip past the iron. Blood began to seep down her wrists.

Silvija's nose burrowed into the curls at the tops of her thighs. She inhaled deeply and whispered something, something that Belle wasn't meant to hear. But she did.

“So sweet,” Silvija said in wonder, “so sweet.” Then she took Belle's clit in her mouth. Her world imploded. That's what it felt like as Silvija sucked on her flesh like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever had in her mouth. Belle gasped and her knees went weak. She stumbled against Silvija, and the beast pushed her back upright without relieving her of the blissful torture of her mouth. Belle's hands and fingers scraped against the iron manacles as they finally slid free. Her own blood smell threatened to suffocate her, to drown her deeper in forced pleasure and pain. Belle's hands were raw and bleeding, but she wanted them all over Silvija.

She fell, pushing the tall beast from between her legs, flat against the dirty floor. Silvija grunted and dragged Belle beneath her, pinning her shackled body beneath her superior weight. Her flesh was so hot. The beast's naked belly and breasts pressed into hers. Belle did the only thing that seemed right; she grabbed the beast's face and kissed her.

Silvija tasted of wildness and a wind-tossed sea. Belle's senses revelled, disbelieving in the untamed thing over her. Silvija didn't fight her mouth, she fought for it, biting at Belle's lips, forcing them apart to plunder the tender pink flesh within. Belle bit her back. Their blood melded until they were both drunk on each other and writhing on the floor. Why did she taste so good?

Silvija abruptly pulled her up with a grunt and followed Belle's body with her own. Belle's bare bottom skimmed across the floor and her thighs strained from the awkward position of being pushed flat on the floor with her legs still shackled. Silvija pulled her back to her knees and thrust her fingers deeply inside her.

Belle staggered, but she held on to Silvija's face, catching her fingers in the multitude of plaits, pulling harder against her ravenous mouth. It didn't make sense that she wanted the beast so much. The fingers moved inside her, fucking her with firm, deep strokes. She gasped her delight in Silvija's mouth, telling with her nimble tongue how much she loved her fingers inside, how the trembling in her thighs was a good thing, how fantastic it was to feel her world exploding.

She died again. And it was better than the first time. She clutched at Silvija and let sensation take her away. Belle panted in the beast's arms, trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Silvija gently lifted her up, then laid her on the floor. The rough concrete scraped her cheek and palms. Dust and dirt billowed up with each uncontrolled exhalation of her breath. She squeezed her eyes shut. The manacles tugged at her ankles, but she barely felt them.

Silvija stood up and scrubbed her hand over her hair before looking down at Belle. Something in Belle's eyes made her back away toward the stairs. If Silvija had hurt her, it would have been better. It would have made sense for her to flare up in anger and smash everything that Silvija was into the dirty floor beneath her feet. But she hadn't. Her body still throbbed with satisfaction, and her mouth was full of the taste of Silvija.

The beast stood naked at the bottom of the stairs with Belle's bloody handprints streaked across her face. She blinked once, twice, then regained her composure. “I can make your body do anything that I want,” she said. “Anything. And don't you ever forget it.”

And she left her. Belle blinked at the disappearing figure through the flickering haze of her hatred and lust.

Homeland

Kristyn Dunnion

“That's some pretty fake ID you got there, Squeegee.” Terminator Dyke slaps it back in my hand. She crosses her arms over huge, unleashed tits. “Not a chance you're drinking in this establishment.”

“Come on, man,” I say. “I gotta meet my friend.”