Chapter Nine.
A Study In Scarlett, part two.
Two hours before kick-off at 7.45 Scarlett took the railway train from Liverpool Street station to White Hart Lane. There she joined the thousands of other supporters gathering for the big game. Emma had told her she would meet her at the Park Lane end of the stadium as she was intending to test out her new purchase, her Honda 500 motorcycle with the six speeds and 471cc displacement. A perfect beginner bike for new female riders.
"Oh my goodness!"
When Scarlett saw Emma dismount, she nearly creamed herself at the erotic sight of the desirable actress in black leathers. With her hair pinned back in a loose chignon, she looked good enough to eat in her biker jacket that finished at waist level. So many zips! Two full-length zipper cuffs, a zip-up pocket at her left breast, and two at the front, one inside and one bigger outer. A closet leather freak's wet dream!
"It's pretty hot in this," declared Emma as she opened the jacket to reveal her lace crop top beneath that barely covered her mouth-watering tits. Last, but not least, were her skinny leather pants that clung to her slender pins like a second skin.
"Shall we go in?"
For once, Scarlett was speechless and just nodded as her throat dried from the utterly beguiling sight of her companion. Emma squeaked as she and Scarlett made their way to their seats and awaited the start of the game.
"Once the game starts, we shall make our way to the team dressing rooms and wait."
"You really think the Domino Lady is going to show?"
"100 % certain, my dear Emma. And this time she shall have a surprise. Us."
After twenty minutes of play, with the game tied at 1-1, the ladies made their way down the stairs to the player's area. At that precise moment, they saw their prey.
"I don't believe it! It's her!"
Emma pointed at a tall female in a slinky floor-length evening dress of white satin, Her blonde waves fell to her bare shoulders as she turned to Emma and Holmes. The backless gown was now shown to have a racy, plunging neckline that revealed an ample bosom. The woman looked the epitome of the classic sex kitten that she was. She planted her left leg forward to display her thigh through the big slit up that side of the form-fitting outfit. But it was the black velvet domino mask hiding her features that made Scarlett furrow her brow.
"Look out!"
Domino reached down to the garter around her thigh and produced a .22 calibre automatic which she pointed directly at Scarlett's midriff. The tense moment was broken by the uniformed security guard at the other end of the corridor.
"Hey! You're not allowed back here."
Just then, all four were distracted by a colossal roar from the spectators as presumably somebody scored a goal. All three women took the opportunity to scoot, leaving the guard scratching his head in confusion.
"Quick. That way."
Outside, in the cool night air, the Domino Lady hiked up her dress and kicked the starter on her Yamaha motorbike.
"She's got a cycle! Quick, hop on the back."
"What? On this?"
Emma was already seated on her own ride and was putting on her helmet as she patted the tight space behind her back.
"Here."
"Don't I even get a crash helmet?" asked Holmes anxiously.
"Sorry. Next time, eh?"
Scarlett lifted her left leg and straddled the seat. She grabbed Emma about her waist tightly and felt her bottom press into her front. The warmth and close contact instantly gave Scarlett indecent thoughts and she humped back with her thighs provocatively. Emma revved the motor and took off in pursuit of the blonde at fifty miles per hour. Scarlett was scared yet oddly thrilled by the huge beast of a machine she was sitting astride. The rumble and whine of the engine vibrated through her lower body like nothing she had ever encountered.
"Saints alive!"
In the dark of night, with only the lights of roadside shops and street lamps, Emma swerved this way as she twisted the throttle and reached a cool sixty mph. Scarlett's knuckles turned white as she held Emma to her trembling body. Domino Lady ran a red light and Scarlett felt her heart in her mouth as she knew what was coming next.
"Hold on, Holmes!" Emma yelled as she raced the stop light and dodged other vehicles coming from all directions.
Scarlett saw her reflection in the right side mirror and gulped at the sorry sight of her back-swept hair. The smell of rubber and oil assailed her nostrils and for a split second, she considered throwing up. The engine's roar was deafening as Emma kept up with the woman in white, speeding through the expanse of evening traffic as if she had been riding for years. She spun once but quickly recovered control, albeit hitting a couple of litter bins by the pavement and spilling the contents.
"Can you believe this is only my second ride?"
"Yes! I bloody well can!" screamed a petrified Holmes in reply.
The speedometer read seventy as Emma pushed the cycle to its limits. Then she cheered as she saw the brake lights on Domino Lady's motorbike. The suspect stopped and Emma gunned her engine, popped the front wheel on the two-inch paving stone and she and Holmes flipped up onto the sidewalk.
"We made it," panted Emma as she took off her helmet and placed it on the handlebars of her bike. "You alright? You look a little pale."
"I feel a bit dizzy. Where did she go?"
As Scarlett stood on wobbly legs and brushed her dusty derriere, Emma pointed to a two-bedroom block of flats situated by a quiet turning. They hurried up the communal entrance and took the stairs to the first floor.
"There she goes!"
The woman in white ducked into a door and as she attempted to close it, was forcefully pushed back inside by a bold-acting Emma Watson.
"Goddamn bitch!"
"Have a care, Watson!"
Scarlett joined the other two as Domino Lady trained her pistol on the women.
"So, we meet again, Stephanie Davidson."
"Her?" Emma said as the woman in white removed her mask. "But, didn't we? You know."
"Indeed. Meet Miss Davidson, Emma. Late of Louisiana, grand-daughter of one Earl Davidson, once US secretary to the Ambassador in London during the Second World War. Tragically killed by one of those experimental German V rockets in 1945. His mistress of the time was the original Domino Lady, one Ellen Hatrick, who, in her mask and white gown, stole from the rich to donate her ill-gotten profits to charity. After deducting her cut, naturally."
"Go on, clever clogs," scowled the busty blonde.
Vowing her revenge, Miss Davidson has relocated to England to carry out her twisted form of vengeance against the German community. Blaming the entire race for her father's death. In a bizarre homage to Ellen, she has resumed the masked persona of Domino Lady to wreak her revenge on her imagined adversaries.
"How am I doing?"
"As wrong as it is possible, Holmes. You have done precisely what I intended. For the real truth of the matter is I have lured you here because it is from YOU, I seek retribution, You, Scarlett Holmes. Once the bitter nemesis of Professor M, he who perished in the Falls of Reichenbach. Killed by YOU!"
"Holmes?"
Scarlett turned to Emma as she felt a sudden gut feeling.
"Who was M?"
"The Napoleon of crime. A mathematical genius, gifted schemer, and organiser of half the crimes that were committed in London during the 1880s. A ruthless and evil criminal mind never known before. And never known since. I wish him good riddance."
"And I, am his descendant. His great-granddaughter, Jane."
"Good lord! I have blundered terribly."
As Scarlett and Emma silently digested the declaration, Domino Lady reached behind her back to unzip her drum-tight gown. The bombshell wriggled out of the slinky confines and her twin mountains spilled out, large and pendulous. Her plump vulva nestled luxuriantly between her alluring upper thighs, a wisp of fine pubes just atop.
"Now, the fun begins."
x
Jane had not been born evil, although she had pondered the fact that her habitual liking for wearing fetish clothing and enjoying certain aspects of bondage sex may have something to do with her malevolent great-grandfather. She had thoroughly enjoyed being the Domino Lady for a while, a persona she had used to lure her nemesis to her eventual fate.
"Scarlett Holmes."
As she got herself ready, she wondered if the information in Professor M's genes had determined how she thought and acted. Ever since she was little, her grandmother had told her how similar she was to the long-dead math professor turned master criminal. His genius was only surpassed by his arch-enemy, famous detective Scarlett Holmes. And it was she who had done him in during a fight to the death in the year 1891.
"Bitch!"
The more Jane heard about Holmes, the more her rage burned in her blood. If only there had been some way to make Holmes pay for that one deed, some way to make her, and all her friends suffer in sweet revenge for the demise of one of the world's greatest organisers of international crime.
Then, the miracle happened. In some strange quirk of fate, it seemed that Scarlett Holmes had not perished in the fatal struggle at the Reichenbach Falls, but had reappeared in the present time. The excessively twee actress known as Emma Watson had given her a roof over her head, and even accompanied Holmes in her relaunched career in solving the oddest of crimes. Jane considered the sugar-sweet Watson with contempt, and would seriously love her to feel her wrath. Yes, both hated women would pay for that one grave mistake by Holmes and in the process, Jane would have some quality kinky sex as a bonus.
x
Jane smiled to herself and glanced at her reflection in her bedroom mirror. The statuesque honey blonde always looked her best in leather, and on this momentous occasion, she had chosen well. The tight red and black corset moulded itself around her waist, drawing it into breath taking proportions and then sitting snugly at the top of her wide hips. The panels of black leather set off the blood red in a pleasing way. Jane had foregone any type of bra but her pendulous breasts were adequately buoyed up as they rested on the top of her garment. Her thick black choker about her neck complemented her long and lustrous hair that hung in loose waves past her shoulders, and her already sultry eyes looked even more dramatic with the applied heavy shadow.
"Let's get to work."
As the vibrant Jane walked down the stairs of her house to the basement, her unbelievably enormous tits jiggled with her steps. She had chosen her most highly polished pair of skyscraper-heeled shoes, and she took her time descending to her secret lair. The cool basement was fairly dark until she flicked a switch to illuminate the scene of the wakening captives. She felt a wicked hot flash in her loins as she focused her eyes on Holmes and Watson.
"You sick excuse of a woman, what is the meaning of this!"
Scarlett attempted to twist her head around to address the strutting Jane, who flounced past them in her semi-naked form. She and Emma were trussed up naked on a three-seat sofa and made to face each other. Scarlett on top, and Emma beneath her curvy body. Bright red cords had been drawn around their necks and then carefully wound about their arms at the elbows and wrists. From there, the tightly knotted cords crossed their backs and finished at the backs of their knees, rendering both wriggling heroines helpless and most decidedly vulnerable.
"Holmes, I'm scared."
"Fear not, my dear Emma. Good always prevails over evil."
"I think not. There will be no escape now that I've snared the pair of you. You have a big ass, by the way."
Scarlett fumed, not so much at being tied up, but at the insinuation that she had a large behind.
"I do NOT have a big bottom!"
"You sure do. And it screams out to be spanked."
Jane slid her hands over the plump nates and squeezed and fondled the delicious flesh. Then she ran the heel of her hand along the luscious ass cleavage of the quivering detective. Scarlett pressed down, mashing her boobs to Emma's and bumping her exposed pussy mound against the other.
"Holmes, I thought only horrible men were sadists?"
"Oh, you'd be surprised. There have been a few horrible women too. Remind me to tell you of the time that the niece of Lord Byron handcuffed and blindfolded me to her bed and subjected me to an hour of exquisite cunnilingus."
"Shut the fuck up!"
Jane hissed as her open palm came down hard on Scarlett's right lower cheek, making the soft flesh shimmy and redden. Scarlett felt the heavy breath of the scowling dominatrix as she administered a second blow to her raised posterior. Stay calm, Scarlett told herself, as she weighed up her options.
Jane bent at the waist and drew her skimpy panties down her gazelle-like pins. In a state of increasing raw excitement, she cupped her bared pussy with the trimmed back pubes and fingered the now juiced soft folds of her swelling mons.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" demanded Holmes boldly, watching the high-heeled blonde lightly frig herself.
"Your new and final adversary. I seek retribution for my great-grandfather. And in the process, I will teach you a lesson."
"And, in your perverse way, achieve some sexual satisfaction?"
"In a nutshell. I have acquired some amusing toys I want to share with you. First up is what I call my robo-pounder. It can swivel and glide on the base so it can hit lots of different positions and angles. It's operated by remote control and can give up to 240 strokes a minute, with six inches of length. The arm extension projects out to which I have attached a thick silicone dildo."
"Holmes!" Emma gripped Scarlett's hands in hers and squeezed.
"You wretched creature. For some reason, I keep hearing 'punch me in the face' when you speak."
"You English bitch! You shall be first."
The American blonde pushed the ominous-looking contraption up to one end of the sofa. At the end where the bound pair had their legs poking back, and positioned the piston that bore the dildo to touch Scarlett's muff. Jane tipped a bottle of lubricant upside down over the detective's rump and watched the slow-motion dribble traverse down Scarlett's crack and onto the silicon fake cock. With a sharp push, the realistic-looking head of the sex toy parted Scarlett's outer labia and popped inside her.
"Do your worst."
Jane sat back in a chair opposite and held up the handheld remote control.
"Brace yourself, and think of England."
At the touch of a button, the piston began to move. Back and forth in and out easily penetrating the moistened cunt of Scarlett. The initial pace was reasonable as the robo-fucker glided inside Scarlett who tensed her body on top of the anxious Emma. Smiling to herself, Jane upped the speed, and the dildo thrust in and out at an energetic rate, much faster than any man was capable.
"Oh...my...word!"
Scarlett closed her eyes as she responded to the increasing tingling in her pussy as the relentless fucking motion persisted. Her lower body involuntarily humped up and down on Emma, whose own pussy became damp due to Scarlett's mound rubbing on hers.
"Getting hot, ladies?" Goaded Jane who thrust two fingers inside her own heated cunt.
From her view, the sight of the robotic arm moving the solid dildo in and out of Holmes was extremely arousing. Now, an obscene squelching noise could be heard over the low hum of the sex machine as it drilled inside Holmes at a regular rate. Scarlett gasped, and the light dappling of perspiration prickled her entire body. Nobody had fucked her like this. It was magnificently satisfying in its decadence. The machine was tireless and industrious as Scarlett was hopelessly impaled on the six-inch toy cock.
"Pardon me, ladies. I've neglected poor Watson. Let's switch things around."
Jane pulled the dildo from Scarlett's gaping fuck hole and noted the mix of lube and love juices therein. She lowered the long arm of the machine to align it with Emma's juicy pussy, situated just below Scarlett's.
"Will it hurt?" she whispered in her ear.
"Nothing to fear, dear Emma. It's rather nice."
"Shut up!" said Jane as she gave the detective a resounding smack on the ass.
The sopping dildo was aimed directly at Emma's parted folds and nudged just enough to pop inside the pink opening. A button was pressed and the piston started to move once more, slipping smoothly in and out of the moaning actress. At three times the rate when it was inside Scarlett, the dildo was a blur as it fucked Emma in its unforgiving and unswerving diligence.
"It's...too...good!"
Emma clenched her teeth and cursed the fact that she was unable to shut her thighs. Sweat built up on her brow as the dildo plunged in and out all the way. With all six inches of silicon shoved up her cunt, she was stretched out to the max, and her hips shifted by fractions as delightful spasm after spasm shot through her vulva. Deliciously enjoyable didn't cover it. As she shook from her intense orgasm, the dildo was removed from her puffy cunt and returned instantly to Scarlett.
"Is that, oh! That...all you...got?"
Scarlett sneered at Jane who strummed her clit madly as she watched from her seat.
"Full speed it is, then."
Again, the machine fucked Scarlett deep and powerfully, pumping in and out of her soaking cunt, and pushing her to her limit. Jane looked on with a certain admiration as Holmes actually pushed back onto the lubed-up dildo, which now teased her pussy into a creamy froth.
"Fuck, gonna cum."
The unflagging piston backed in and out of Scarlett with a louder, insistent hum. In and out, again and again, the stiff sex toy banged into her. Her heart pounded next to Emma's as they both thrashed in their binds in vain. One tremendous orgasm followed the other as she finally succumbed to the never-ending penetration.
"Enough, I think."
Scarlett panted heavily as the device finally ceased moving and was withdrawn from her slobbering cunt.
"I find ropes to be so versatile, I'm sure you'll agree, Holmes."
The bound and exhausted women were effortlessly flipped on the seat and Emma was separated from a frustrated Scarlett, who was left still tied in the biting red cords. As Emma was dragged to the other side of the room she knew what was likely to happen.
"Be brave, my love," Scarlett cried in some solace.
Jane stopped at a large metal frame that was bolted to the floor. On each side were rings built for ropes to slide through. Jane expertly grabbed the arms of the weaker Emma and tugged them back behind her. Then, her upper body was pushed down at the waist as the thick rope was wound around both wrists, threaded through two of the metal rings and up the sides of the frame. As Jane pulled on them, Emma found herself firmly secured and bent double.
"You sadistic bitch!"
"That's me," Jane chirped as Scarlett watched Emma's taut arms begin to rise behind her, making her fight to stay balanced on her toes.
She moaned in anger and annoyance as next, her ankles were pulled in opposite directions and more rope bound around her soft flesh. Emma groaned louder as her legs were spread as wide as possible, and made to remain spread by the strong ropes that looped inside more rings.
"Nice work if I do say so myself."
The frame went under Emma's middle section and this undignified position against the metal surface forced her backside to arch up. With her legs splayed out as well, it meant that her pussy slit and asshole were exposed.
"Mmm, lovely!"
Jane bent until her face was level with Emma's nether holes and inhaled the smell of her. Her light pubes and labia still glistened from the previous fucking of the robo-fucker, and her tiny puckered star sparkled from her juices. Jane studied the pink inner flesh of Emma's enticing pussy and fingered the softness inside.
"Ever been spanked, Watson?"
"Er, yes," Emma recalled some kinky fun she had with her boyfriend one time.
"With a crop?"
Emma turned her head momentarily and then screamed out as if a truck had just fallen on her foot. The crack of the riding whip echoed around the basement like a pistol shot. Both of her undefended holes clenched up as Emma was torn between fear and an odd thrill.
"Hey, do either of you ride? I love horses myself. This is my latest purchase. It's a black fleck crop of woven nylon with a leather handle and braided cap. It's sixteen inches long and has a two-inch leather keeper."
The half-naked American brought the crop down hard on her open palm with a resounding crack.
"Ooo! That kinda hurt. But in a nice way."
"Leave the girl. It's me you want."
"In for a penny, in for a pound, isn't that what you Brits say? This is retribution, don't you get it? I want to make you suffer by making her suffer as well."
Jane ignored Holmes and ran a hand over Emma's delicate and pert cheeks and thumbed the visible red stripe made by her initial smack. Emma bit her lip as she was hit again, right across both half-moons at the same time.
"OW!"
"How was that? Hurts right? But at the same time, it's all warm and tingly."
Before she could react, Emma wiggled her backside as more staccato strikes of the crop were delivered in quick succession. Two on either of her delectable pale buttocks and one more on the backs of her thighs for luck. Emma screwed her eyes up as her smarting bottom bore the brunt of four more short sharp cracks that rang out loudly. Her cheeks began to display several red lines that crisscrossed this way and that. Emma bravely tensed her backside as a few errant strikes caught her between the buttocks and stung her asshole.
"Mmm, result. Look, Holmes."
Jane dipped her middle finger inside Emma's wet cunt and held it up to show the sweet nectar from within. Pleased with herself, Jane used the keeper to gently rub the insides of Emma's splayed-out thighs. Then she moved inward with the rigid crop and worked it into the wet cleft of her mons.
"It's a nice pussy, I grant you that. I expect Holmes has tasted it, hmm?"
"Fuck you, you evil bitch!"
"My, my. And I thought the famous Emma Watson was squeaky clean."
Jane hit Emma on her vertical slit and the wholesome cutie sucked in air as she teetered on her toes.
"FUCK"
Another perfect strike on the bottom of her pussy caused her teeny frame to jerk and she cried out in between muted sobs. It was a short, sharp blow, and the crop showed evidence of tiny bubbles of Emma's inner juices. Then she was hit directly on the tip of her mound, connecting with her hooded clit, and Emma gasped from the resulting wet smack there.
"Holy shit!"
The crop came down in repeated strikes, right on the sweet spot of her muff, from the very top and then down to the sensitive perineum. Scarlett felt a tear run out of the corner of her eye as Emma shrieked as Jane used the crop to smack the petite actress squarely on her clit. Jane laughed loudly as she expertly gave Emma three more accurate cracks on the protruding nub, and Emma came with her mouth open in a silent scream. Tiny squirts of cum spat out of Emma's pouting pussy and trickled down her left thigh. She surprised herself as her guilty climax gave her a perverse sense of satisfaction.
"That was sure fun, don't you agree Watson?"
Jane held Emma's head by her matted hair and grinned into her flushed face.
"You'll keep. Don't go anywhere. I'll be back."
Emma groaned as Jane went to one corner and wheeled out a large object covered in a plain blanket. Scarlett craned her neck to see the thing unveiled and she furrowed her brows in bewilderment at the rounded contraption on four wheels.
"What on earth is that?"
"You haven't seen one before? No, you wouldn't, not back in the 1880s. This is called a Sybian. It's a self-pleasuring invention created to give open-minded females sexual gratification. See? The woman straddles the seat on top where a fixed dildo pokes up vertically for her to insert inside her vagina. Then, by remote control, the electric motor is switched on and the cock moves up and down in her pussy. Depending on speed and depth, the exquisite vibrations tend to give the majority a superb climax."
As she spoke Jane half carried, half dragged the bound Holmes to the big box. With a big effort, Jane sat Scarlett on the saddle-like seat and aligned her pussy onto the special pad. With the red cords tied at her elbows and wrists, her arms were effectively pinned to the small of her back. She clamped the toned thighs to the sides of the barrel for purchase and looked down to see small bumps and ridges under her loins, presumably objects to stimulate the vulva and clitoris. What an extraordinary device! Jane quickly loosened Scarlett's binds and raised her arms straight up. From there the dominatrix threw two of the cords over a wooden beam above them and pulled them down so that Scarlett's arms were secured in a vertical position.
"Wait, wait. That's too tight."
Scarlett's head was forced to tilt back so that her arms weren't wrenched up too drastically. Jane helped her mount the huge eight-inch dildo and pushed her down by her hips.
"There. God, so much fuss, I do declare."
Scarlett sighed at the incredible sensation of having her sex filled by the fake dick, as her legs were strapped on the base of the fucking machine.
"Ready or not, here you cum!"
Scarlett's mouth made a big O as the Sybian was turned on and sent lurid vibrations through her bodacious body. At the same time, the thick dildo moved up and down inside her with measured thrusts. The constant buzzing against her thighs and ass had a curious sensation like nothing Scarlett Holmes had ever encountered.
"Any good?" asked Jane with a smug grin.
Scarlett strained her ears to hear Jane speaking. Any good? It was fucking sensational! Unable to move an inch she had no resistance against the extreme drilling of her cunt. Her usually acute brain was unable to concentrate on anything but the stiff toy fucking the shit out of her.
"This is great fucking fun."
Jane fiddled with the remote and thrust two wet fingers in her sodden pussy as Scarlett yelled out through gritted teeth as the dildo not only moved in an up and down motion but also rotated in a haphazard gyrating that sent Scarlett dizzy with pleasure.
"It's unbelievable!"
"I know!" replied Jane, who tottered over to Emma to untie her from the bondage frame. "Let's have a look at you."
Emma's nether cheeks glowed and her pale skin was now a sorry crimson.
