Captured by Charybdis

by Bruce McLachlan

  Looking across Melissa’s stark business attire, Mina could see the slightest of trembles through the fabric - shock and desire, subdued wrath and resentment.

  The suit hung about her upper body before clasping tightly to her waist and then spilling down her curves into a pencil skirt. Expensive of cut and make, the darkness of the designer fabric accentuated the woman’s saturnine mood. The slightest smudge to her subtle cosmetics indicated that tears had fallen since the phone call.

  ‘Can I come in then?’ Mina asked, the woman frozen on the spot, staring at her, a turmoil of emotions corrupting any decisive action. Clearly she wanted to expel Mina, to vent pent-up curses, but also she wanted a return to the way they had been, and the conflict within her was furious and stalemated.

  Social nicety and the wish to evade conflict took precedence over cathartic vengeance and Melissa stepped back, letting Mina enter. Like a vampire that had successfully connived permission to cross a threshold, Mina sauntered in.

  The house was still furnished as Melissa’s deliberately sparse preferences dictated. Large areas of nothingness made it seem as though she had never quite gotten around to fully moving in. A few works of art, some antique furniture, elaborate fittings and fixtures compiled an ambience akin to that of a museum - sterile and oppressive.

  ‘I’ll get your things,’ she stated flatly, closing the door and walking past Mina with a brusque dismissive strut.

  ‘Melissa, wait,’ she said quickly, causing the woman to pause but not turn round, afraid to meet the eyes of her seductress, unconsciously aware that they would enslave her again.

  ‘I said I’m sorry, what more can I do? I didn’t mean to hurt you. I could never do that, you mean too much to me.’

  ‘You say the words so easily, Cindy, but you don’t mean them, you never did,’ Melissa bitterly replied.

  ‘How can you say that?’

  ‘Because I never meant anything to you,’ Melissa answered, the words uneven, the shuffle of her frame indicating a seething rage, buried and held in check by the pristine nature of the woman. She was an animal of business, preened and in full control of her emotions, never letting anything slip through, but Mina was a far more dangerous breed, and was not willing to let her prey escape so easily.

  The situation was precarious. Strong emotion was easy to judge and predict, but could chaotically turn and follow random paths at a moment’s notice, forcing Mina to tread carefully and plan her words with considerable forethought. ‘Is that why I spent all that time pursuing you, fighting to get through that aloof shell of yours?’ she asked, filling her words with a desperation, a sincerity that bordered on imploring. ‘If you were such a triviality would I have spent so much of my time and effort trying to win over someone who was meaningless?’

  ‘But then why - ?’ began Melissa in rebuttal, causing Mina to step forward and place hands to her shoulders. The argument was going nowhere; it was time to turn from verbal sparing to a more physical form of conflict.

  ‘I’m so sorry, I just want to forget about this, to go back to how things were. I can’t lose you, Melissa, I just can’t. You’re everything to me,’ she professed. Hiding her victorious smile, Mina watched as the small frame turned slowly about. Melissa’s head was held low, hiding her features from scrutiny. With a crooked forefinger, Mina lifted the saddened countenance. Their eyes met and Melissa unleashed sparks of acceptance so clear that Mina could almost hear her screaming for her to continue, to take the lead so she could keep her façade of denial, to continue being the victim in a tragic affair.

  Tears streaked Melissa’s soft cheeks, and her eyes sparkled like jewels while more moist lines trickled down the fields of smooth skin. Mina was almost there, just a little more and the woman would be hers again, all that was needed now were a few more words to further pad her psyche, let her accept this without resistance.

  ‘I love you, Melissa,’ she said, keeping the mask of absolute sincerity in firm place, her ability to mimic and feign emotions being as sterling as her capacity to read them in others, no matter how well hidden.

  Melissa opened her mouth to speak, and to prevent her from airing the customary response, Mina moved in, using her finger to keep Melissa’s face straight. Her lips pressed to those of Melissa for a brief kiss, the skin quaking slightly as she snuffled back more tears. With a smooth motion Mina closed in tighter, letting her arms envelope the diminutive female, embracing her and letting her sobs fall into Mina’s clothes, her face buried into the fabrics.

  Mina let the woman spill out her woe for a moment, and then returned to the matter at hand, intending to enforce their bond as quickly as possible to defeat any gnawing pangs of paranoia.

  Moving back, she again lowered her lips to those of her lover, acting slowly so as not to alarm her. After all, Mina was a crafty predator stalking skittish game she could not let escape.

  Without any resistance Melissa accepted the kiss, letting it linger before she herself accelerated it. Their lips opened and tongues emerged like hibernating beasts from caves, touching tentatively and then coiling upon one another, locking into knotted moist embraces. The fires of Melissa’s desire were fanned by the exchange, crushing all thought of denying herself this deed. The soothing cuddle swiftly began to change into a passionate clinch, and hands started to wander, appraising flesh, flowing over contours.

  The delicate examination of Mina’s curves grew tired with the obstruction of cloth, and Melissa began to open the shirt, her nimble fingers slipping the buttons as she continued to feverishly kiss Mina.

  After a few moments the crafty seductress copied the motion, casually riding the tide of the woman’s heated prurience. With idle grace she peeled open the rigid bonds of the suit, exposing the woman, peeling away her silken blouse. The sheath of her skirt was unzipped and fell, airing the most faint of rustles against her stockings.

  Melissa stepped from the crumpled halo of her skirt as Mina retreated momentarily. Their wet lips moved apart and Mina looked across the exposed form of her partner, reminding herself of the physique so different to her own.

  Melissa was left only in her fine denier stockings, the hose being a milky white, the lace tops gripping her luscious thighs. A slender matching thong clutched her pale abdomen, hooking slender albino arms over her hips. A bra of the same design cupped her subtle cleavage, its firm hold striving to press her breasts together, making the pert assets an all the more inviting vision.

  Mina smiled and began her own exotic dance, performing for the woman’s lust filled eyes, her skin quivering with excitement, her eyes wide, the pupils vast and black, taking in every mesmerising detail.

  With a serpentine majesty Mina slinked within her own clothes, playing her body like an instrument, using its motions to hypnotise. With subtle touches within the dance buttons and zips were opened, her blouse falling to the floor, revealing her bare chest, her breasts bobbing slightly as she continued the display, slowly unveiling herself for a singular audience. Mina knew how effective a striptease could be on Melissa. Several times during their relationship they had staggered into a female strip club on a drink-incited whim. The resulting show had left Melissa with a raging sexual thirst, and ended in nights of fervid passion. Mina had danced for her since, using such private shows to excite the woman, exploiting this voyeuristic fetish for showgirl sleaze.

  Folding at her middle, Mina drew down her short skirt before skipping from it and kicking off her shoes. Dressed solely in her black satin thong, she stroked herself, letting her fingertips slip across the ivory panes of her chest and hips. With her eyes half closed she revelled in the tickling passage.

  Breaking free of the decadent trance she had cultivated, Mina lifted her gaze and regarded Melissa with the stare of a tigress. The woman almost melted on the spot, her feelings being those of helplessness, of being exposed to the wants of a hunter who was poised to seize and
use its quarry.

  Upon a sashaying stride, Mina approached the woman and lowered before her without any hint of supplication, her strength and power like a wall about her. Slender fingertips placed themselves to the backs of Melissa’s thighs, and with a meandering path they started to ascend. The fine denier rolled beneath Mina’s touch, a tactile delight beneath her fingers as Melissa gave a startled but lubricious jolt.

  Looking up from her kneeling pose, Mina watched as Melissa let her head flop back, rolling from side to side as her legs set themselves apart, the muscles flicking with rigid bursts from the sensations Mina bequeathed. Slight groans of rapture slipped her lips, her chest rising and falling, her hands loose at her sides.

  With a grin Mina lifted up, her hands moving to the woman’s rear, cupping the rounded mounds, tracing the thong that ran the valley between them. She could feel goose flesh beneath her hands as she nuzzled in and kissed the front of the underwear. Running the point of her nose over the material, Mina traced the line of her sex, the smell of Melissa’s lust seeping through the fabric as it started to darken with dampness. Sliding her thumbs under the thong Mina knelt back and started to tow it down, unveiling Melissa to her intent. The woman did not resist, only continued to surrender to the experience, as though unable to offer any real defiance.

  The underwear was drawn to her knees, revealing a tangle of dark hair. Mina followed a new route into the pubic forest, circling her sex with the fingers of one hand, while the other continued to appraise the woman’s rear.

  Each swirling intimate stroke caused a flash of tension to roll through Melissa. Soft pants jumped from her throat, and with a hedonistic speed Melissa unfastened her own bra, casting the garment away before starting to manipulate her own breasts. Her fingers teased her nipples, making them rise and stand out, erect and proud, eliciting new sensation as she continued to increase her own joy.

  Mina let her fingers continue to pleasure her partner before she closed in, placing hands around her, returning to the stroking of her legs and rear. The curled hairs tickled her lips and the smell of Melissa’s wanton desire filled her nostrils, easily eclipsing the manmade perfume she had donned.

  Her tongue dove through the nest of follicles and took a swift lap at her clitoris. Melissa arched up onto tiptoe, releasing a pip of shock at the deft move. Her small frame settled back down onto Mina’s mouth, burrowing her tongue deep, tasting Melissa’s sex, savouring the flavour of her before concentrating more devotedly on the task at hand.

  The energetic point of her tongue worked with expert speed and grace, causing Melissa to shudder, releasing long drones of satisfaction, her hands suddenly becoming tensed claws that lodged themselves into Mina’s hair.

  Stroking the silken locks that hovered before her loins, Melissa seemed almost on the verge of swooning, the hold to Mina’s head a stabilising force to help keep her upright. Words tumbled recklessly from her throat, words of petition and encouragement lodged amongst soft prayers.

  Mina lifted her hands. Lethargically she skipped them across the flat zone of Melissa’s belly, where they traced a tremulous route upwards to Melissa’s cleavage. The nipples were still like cherry stones when she arrived, the points rising and falling with Melissa’s heaving ribs. Following the rhythm of her panting respiration, Mina took over from where the woman had left off.

  Melissa’s responses grew evermore fervid, the attendance of breasts and pudenda by Mina’s devoted tongue and hands drowning her in a sensual ocean of excess.

  All recall of Mina’s past felonies were gone as Melissa clutched her hair. All Melissa cared for now was Mina. The plan set into play had been flawlessly executed.

  Mina was fond of her, but it was nothing more than that. She could not allow herself to become attached, for perhaps one day she might be called upon to terminate the woman on the orders of her superiors. Besides, emotion was a quality that had been burned from her by deed and design long ago. She had never been more than a withdrawn and cold figure, and her isolation and dedicated training and service had fully stunted any such possible growth. She was little more than a sentient automaton, designed for service, capable of anything to achieve her goals, dedicated to perfection because it was all she had.

  Melissa stepped away, clearing Mina’s devotions and dropping her underwear, discarding it as she took Mina’s hand and led her to the bedroom.

  Sliding the double doors apart like wooden curtains, the spacious chamber was revealed. Again it was furnished only by necessity, Melissa’s love of sparseness stretching throughout the home. The bed was a vast form, its carved posts rising up to elaborate peaks, the satin sheets a sea of ivory-white that tempted others to luxuriate in their smoothness.

  Turned around before it, Melissa took a more impatient and active role. Pushed with authoritative hands to her shoulders, Mina flopped onto the bed, bouncing back until she was splashed across its surface.

  Curling her fingers into the sheets, she rejoiced in their silky texture and gave a gasp as the chill of the fabric crept into her skin. The soft rustle as her body squirmed upon the sheets aroused her further, the satin exquisite upon her skin as it warmed with the heat of passion.

  Melissa crawled onto the mattress, skulking forward on all fours before setting her features between Mina’s splayed legs. Soft kisses flowed up the inside of her legs, Melissa pecking a path to Mina’s sex.

  With eyes fixed to the barren ceiling, the four peaks of the posts intruding at each periphery corner, Mina waited, relishing each brush of soft lips to her tender skin. The flitting tongue of her lover danced into her loins arching Mina’s torso up and pushing a wanton groan from her throat.

  Melissa’s face became hidden by a mop of curly brown hair between her legs that assailed her with frenetic cunnilingus, and Mina craned her head back and gasped with delight.

  The trembling hands of the small woman slithered across her thighs and her torso, cupping her breasts, admiring Mina’s physique with studious lust. It was as though she wanted to fill her senses with the feel of Mina’s body, to appraise every inch of it, to drown in a sensory banquet of devotion.

  It had not been hard to initially seduce this minor employee stationed at Korin’s headquarters. Mina was a relentless foe, and was adept with every weapon be it a cold steel blade, or the volcanic fires of sexual passion.

  It was irrelevant whether or not she actually had such inclinations to either gender, there were no such preferences, only that which was required of her. She was doing what was needed, and that was the sole motivation behind her, behind everything. Perfection was Mina’s obsession, to be without flaw, to exist in a state of symmetry as a zenith of physical and mental achievement. It was an impossible goal, but one that she doggedly craved to fill the emptiness within her.

  Emotion was a concept beyond her. She did not love, she did not hate, all she did was act as necessity demanded. The pursuit of perfection filled the holes in her psyche, replaced the need to find a love of her life, to find a life, a family, friends, to enjoy and despair, to feel. It did not truly plug the gaps, and wasn’t much of a replacement, but it was her sole option and was preferable to leaving the craters yawning and hungry for something to choke them.

  Locking her thighs about the burrowing features, Mina gently squeezed, trapping the woman, holding her firmly as the squirming damp organ continued to tease her clitoris.

  Her body gave a sudden spasm as a burst of joy ran through her. Dropping her legs open, she grabbed the woman and hoisted her up, bringing her forth to lay across her. Lacing her legs around her partner, Mina snatched a handful of the woman’s shapely, gym-tuned rear and cupped the back of her head, drawing her in for a kiss. Melissa’s face was hot and flushed, her lips wet and flavoured with the tang of Mina’s sex. Their lips locked and their tongues entwined, rolling and delving, exploring each other’s mouth as their hands continued to caress and embrace e
ach other’s smooth flesh.

  With a push, Mina rolled the woman aside and onto her back, letting her sprawl onto the opulent bed covers before straddling her chest. Sitting upright for a moment, she let the woman grope at her curves, her eyes wide as they soaked in every detail of her statuesque lover. With a soft sedate smile, Mina let a hand drift between her legs, capturing a slick sheen of the ample moisture. Clamping a hand to the woman’s mouth, she let the female suckle at her fingers, treating the digits with the same intensity as fellatio, her eyes rolling back at the taste of her obsessive love.

  While the woman drank of the juices, Mina bent down and kissed the tips of Melissa’s breasts, sucking at each teat in turn and with a combination of light nips and attentive tongue work, the points gave sharp voluptuous results. While she was continuing, the woman’s fingers slipped across the panes of Mina’s back, holding her shoulders as Mina continued to suckle, the recipient exulting in the kisses to her breasts.

  Mina slipped aside, letting her tongue glide across the skin, the salty tang of the perspiration they had generated was strong on her palate as she snatched at the other teat and continued the session.

  Melissa’s chest rose and fell with gasps, the heaving consequences of such play exposing her elation. Lifting herself up, Mina reversed position, letting her hindquarters loiter in the air over Melissa’s features. With her shins laid across Melissa’s upper arms, she held her pose, making the woman clamp hands on her hips to haul herself up.

  Closing her eyes, Mina let herself dwell in the giddy heights of bliss, the woman’s tongue pouring into her, her clitoris rendered sensitive to the slightest touch by their frolicking. She could feel the strain in the woman’s muscles, her tendons tight as she held herself in place, her neck craned forward, shaking slightly with the labour of trying to keep herself within reach.