Chapter 5: Moriarty's Obligatory Cocktails
The Limo finally pulled to a stop outside the main entrance, Rachel was having
second thoughts about the assignment, but she knew it was too late to turn back.
She gingerly stepped out of the car, walking hesitantly towards the imposing
huge oak doors. Her heart was thumping as she looked for a button for the door
bell. Ben laughed as he reached above her and pulled a chord which sounded a
chime somewhere deep in the bowels of the castle.
As she waited, Rachel had time to study the external facade of the building. She
had been around enough sets to notice that this was a recent but realistic
reconstruction of the a real castle in Europe. The builder had taken pains to
model it closely with attention to detail.
When the doors finally creaked open, she fully expected to be greeted by a
uniformed butler. Instead, her eyes fell upon a fragile looking elderly
gentleman in his sixties. She could feel his eyes on her as he quickly scanned
her body and face, muttering "lovely, very lovely and elegant creature."
Ben stepped forward: "Professor Moriarty, may I present to you Miss Rachel
Green, our latest and most lovely addition to Cleo's family."
Professor Moriarty: "Yes, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Rachel.
Madame Tussard has told me much about you and I can see you are even more
beautiful in person, the pictures do not do your figure and complexion justice."
Uncertain of how to respond Rachel merely said; "Thank you, you are too kind."
Turning to Ben, Moriarty said: "Well, you have received latest instructions did
you not, there are some er minor changes to the usual terms."
Ben nodded back to Moriarty: "Yes, I have been briefed, don't worry."
Rachel asked worriedly: "What changes, Madame Tussard did tell you that I was
only here for a purely social visit and the obligatory cocktail?"
Moriarty: "Obligatory cocktail? Yes she did mention that, in fact that's the
change, so don't you worry your pretty little head. Ben can see himself out and
you can follow me to the bar so I can toss up something that will make you feel
a lot better." He smiled as he led her along a stone stairway that spiraled
downwards into what seemed to be a bottomless pit.
Even from the outside the castle had an evil foreboding look about it. As they
moved from the deeper into the castle, Rachel could sense an air of unholyness,
the pungent odor of death and decay became stronger as they journeyed deeper
into its unholy bowels. They passed through many closed and locked doors and she
shuddered as she imagined what lay beyond the silent bolted doors. Rachel could
not wait to end this assignment quickly and was grateful when she felt the
reassuring bulge of the agency mobile in her purse.
At last they arrived at the bottom which opened up into a central area which
appeared to be a working laboratory. Shuffling ahead of her, Moriarty hastily
cleared some papers from a bench making room for her to take a sit. He was
apologetic: "I am sorry, this is my work area and my work takes up most of my
time. So please forgive the untidiness."
Rachel gingerly took a seat, she was momentarily distracted by what appeared to
be a huge table which occupied the center of the lab. It almost resembled an
operating table : "Just what kind of work do you do Professor?"
Moriarty laughed: "All sorts, before my retirement I was engaged to carry out
various projects by the government. My two areas of specialties are genetic
mutations and artificially enhanced sensory perception."
Rachel had no idea what this meant but said politely: "how interesting and
fascinating."
Moriarty: "Yes, but not half as fascinating as you my dear" he sat down beside
her, putting an arm around her waist: "that's why I want to get to know you a
little better tonight and conduct a little experiment of my own."
Trying to extricate herself Rachel said: "Yes, but lets talk a little first, get
to know each other more."
Moriarty leaned closer, he could detect her alluring fragrance, and his fingers
savored the feel the soft smooth skin of her bare upper arms : "But conversation
is so dull, its not my forte."
Rachel was anxious to conclude this assignment fast and resorted to the
cocktail: "Well perhaps a little social drinks will help break the ice and
loosen your tongue."
Moriarty gave her a smile that showed his yellowed uneven teeth: "Actually my
tongue is loose enough as it is and I can show it to you."
Rachel: "But I am a tad thirsty, perhaps I can have a lemonade pls?"
Reluctantly, Moriarty conceded and Rachel was relieved when he left her side and
shuffled over to the fridge. He returned shortly with a tall glass of lemonade.
Moriarty: "I made this special brew just for you. I am sure you will like it"
Rachel gratefully accepted the drink. This marked her cue to end the assignment
after the "Obligatory Cocktail."
Rachel: "Thank you Professor, but I do not feel well, its been a long day for me
so its best that I depart now. We can meet up again soon."
She had expected Moriarty to object, but was thankful when he said: "Yes, I can
understand, you will be most welcomed here any time. But at least finish your
cocktail first, after all it is an Obligatory Cocktail and an agency rule."
She cautiously took a seep of from the glass and found the lemonade to be very
delicious. Moriarty watched anxiously as she slowly finished 1/2 the glass.
"Drink it all up dearie, it good for young growing bodies like yours." he urged
her on.
Reluctantly she gulped down the rest of the lemonade. "That was very nice
indeed, now if you'll excuse me, let me just alert Ben to pick me up." Reaching
for the agency she mobile she dialed for Ben but received a busy tone. Her
anxiety grew as she tried several more times with the same results.
Moriarty inquired casually: "What's wrong dearie?"
Rachel did not wish to stay a second longer in this unholy place, not wishing to
alert him to latest developments she quickly answered: "Er nothing, I have to
meet him now at the front door as he is not coming down here."
Moriarty gave her an incredulous look: "Did he now, why don't you call your
driver down, he can have afew drinks with us."
Rachel : "No no, he has another assignment and must leave immediately, in fact
he told me to hurry up."
Moriarty: "Well if you must go, then you must go, you know the way to the front
door, just follow the steps up." He gestured to her, openly grinning.
Rachel tried to getup, but it seemed her entire body from the neck down was cast
in concrete. Again she tried to push herself up from the couch, but her hands
and legs stayed dormant and unresponsive. Moriarty sat down beside her again:
"Rachel, what's wrong? I though you were going to leave?"
Rachel looked up helplessly in silent rage at him: "You bastard, you spiked the
drink. This was not part of the assignment. You are in a lot of trouble when Ben
finds out."
Moriarty responded with an innocent look: "What are you talking about? If I
spiked your drink, how can you still be fully conscious. I think my dear that
you really want to stay, that's why your body is not listening to you."
Rachel's pulse raced as she tried to extricate herself from a hopeless
situation: "You gave me some sort of drug that leaves me fully conscious but
immobilizes my body. Ben will be down here any second now."
Moriarty: "Oh really, well I have left the front door unlocked so Ben can get
here in his own good time. Until then, we can take advantage of this to get to
know each other better my dear."
Without waiting for her answer, he placed his left arm around her waist and
pulled her towards him. Rachel desperately cried out: "if you even lay a finger
on me I will scream, and you know I am supposed to call the agency at the start
of every assignment to let them know I am ok. If they do not here from me, this
place will be crawling with cops in no time."
Moriarty gave a casual wave of his arm: "Fine, if you want to invite the
authorities over, I have no objections, lets see whether they come at all. But
in the mean time, lets see if your body is as hostile to me as you are. As for
screaming, no one will hear you in this secluded part of the woods"
Rachel watched helplessly as Moriarty's fingers followed the contours of her
neck slowly down to her cleavage. The drug had immobilized her body without
depriving it of the sense of touch. She felt his fingers fumbling for the zip at
the back of her gown, finding it and drawing it slowly down the back of her
dress.
Moriarty's eyes widened in lust as the dress slipped down her upper torso to
reveal Rachel's perfectly shaped breast barely covered in the sheer silky white
bra. She knew that the expensive fabric was so sheer that her nipples it hardly
concealed her nipples.
"Mmmm, very nice, I can see fine genes has endowed you with perfectly sized
champagne shaped breasts. And my but they are very sensitive to touch too."
Moriarty followed the contours of her right breast with his fingers, moving up
to find her nipple, he gently took hold of it between his long finger nails and
squeezed and tickled them through the silk fabric.
Rachel shuddered as she felt the sensitive nipple harden partially under his
teasing touch: "Please stop, I don't feel well at all."
Moriarty laughed: "It looks like your body does not quite agree with you
Rachel." Kneeling in front of her, his right hand found her left breast and
proceeded to squeeze the nipple through the silk fabric of her bra. She watched
helplessly as the right nipple involuntarily became partially erect under his
teasing caress.
Moriarty continued: "You see Rachel, your body reveals your inner most desires
to me much like an open book, so I can see beyond your facade."
His hands momentarily left her breasts as he reached behind her to unfasten the
hook of her bra. She again tried to at least will her body to shy away from him,
but the drug had done its job well, leaving her with no control of any part of
her anatomy from the neck down. All she could do was to turn her head and open
and close her eyes.
She watched helplessly as he discarded her bra. His jaws became slack as he
fixed his gaze on her breasts. "Oh what exquisite perfection, perfect form and
texture" he muttered in a dazed state under his breath, licking his lips in
hungry anticipation.
Rachel's body was totally defenseless as her arms lay flaccidly on her side
unable to fend of Moriarty. He buried his head in her bosoms breathing in her
alluring fragrance, before moving his tongue and mouth to her right breast,
covering it with wet kisses and moving slowly up the rise before finally
settling on her nipple. "Oh how soft, like a baby's bottom, and so fragrant" he
muttered before circling it with his warm wet tongue and drawing it into his
mouth.
She flinched involuntarily as the warm wet tongue made first contact with her
nipple, and noticed that the drug did not influence her involuntary muscles and
functions like her breathing and heart-rate. Of cause this did not do her any
good, if anything, she preferred to have a unfeeling body.
"This couch is too uncomfortable, I think you would prefer to be in a fully
reclined position." Moriarty swiftly lifted her limp and unresponsive body and
carried her to the huge operating table. He was surprisingly strong for his age
and he gently lay her supple form onto the metallic table.
She flinched as the cold metallic surface of the immense table made contact with
her sensitive bare flesh. On closer inspection, Rachel now noticed that the
table was equipped on either sides with leather restraints and shackles.
Moriarty followed her gaze to the leather restraints: "Don't worry my dear, the
drug will remain in your system for another 4 hours, so we won't be needing
those."
Her body remained limp and powerless as he quickly removed her gown, panties and
shoes, raising both her arms above her head and spreading her legs wide open.
She felt the brush of cool air between her legs exposed as the last piece of
garment was removed, leaving her totally naked in a spread eagled position.
Moriarty had a clear unobstructed view of the most intimate parts of her
anatomy. How she wished she could at least bring her arms down to cover her
modesty, but they remained flaccidly unresponsive above her head.
Moriarty stood back again to admire her supple delicate form, following her
elegant feet up her long lithe legs which joined with her small waist and flat
stomach, traveling up to the delicate shapely curves of her breasts. She was
perfection, no blemishes or lines on her body, so painfully and breath-takingly
beautiful.
He approached her dormant form again, running his hands up along her slender
legs, as his fingers traced a delicate path along her inner thighs, he delighted
in the feel of the soft young skin beneath his touch. A shudder ran through her
as she felt his roaming fingers traveling up her thighs, the skin became more
sensitive and moist to the touch as Moriarty's hands inched slowly towards that
most sensitive and intimate area between her legs.
But they moved on above it as Moriarty ignored the sweet nexus for the moment.
He clambered onto the huge table and straddled her sitting on her flat stomach,
taking time again to explore her upper body. His fingers trailed up the sides of
her slender body to the side of her breast, moving upward to explore the inner
sides of her raised upper arms. Bending forward he began to place wet kisses on
her right arm, moving slowly down to her exposed arm-pit.
Pausing briefly, he studied this intimate region closely, before burying his
nose and mouth directly onto the damp sensitive cleft. Moriarty's mouth moved
like a warm wet slug around this region, where her scent glands were
concentrated, breathing in her musky natural fragrance.
For Rachel, the ticklish sensation was unbearable, she was extremely ticklish
especially around the arm-pit, and ordinarily the slightest brush along this
region would have her contorting in uncontrollable fits of laughter. However in
her current immobilized state her body was an unresponsive alien vehicle and
holding her prisoner and captive to whatever sensations Moriarty inflicted upon
it.
Moriarty knew he had all the time in the world, and he proceeded to pod and
explore every nook and cranny of her body unhurriedly. After what seemed an
eternity, his roaming mouth returned to her left breast and he again took hold
of the sensitive nipple, flicking at it with his warm wet tongue before
encompassing it entirely in his mouth and sucking continuously on it. When he
finally released it, it was covered in his saliva and Rachel watched in dismay
as the nipple rose to full erection under his insistent mouth. He laughed in
triumph as he proceeded to subject her right nipple to the same treatment. In no
time, both nipples were standing fully erect.
"You see Rachel, it appears that despite your oral objections, your body has a
mind of its own." Moriarty laughed.
Rachel spat back: "You are wrong, I feel nothing but utter disgust and loathing
for you."
"Do you? Lets see if you body feels the same way shall we?" laughed Moriarty as
he shifted his weight and moved down below her legs. She could feel his hands
spreading her legs further apart, further exposing that most intimate part of
her. As she sensed his breath caressing her moist entrance, she mentally
prepared herself for the physical assault that would surely follow.
But what happened next took her by surprise. Moriarty started to kiss the
sensitive soft skin her inner thighs, taking in her moist fragrance, as he
slowly but surely advanced towards her orifice. He did not hurry but proceeded
at a leisurely pace. As he neared her entrance, he could sense the moist heat
that radiated from between her legs. He lingered briefly just at the dewy
entrance, examining the fine pink delicate crack that was covered by a small
turf of fine pubic hair. Mere millimeters away from the small opening he
detected the musky sweet odor that was her most intimate scent, full of sensual
promise. "Ahhh Rachel, this smell and taste, there is none like that of a
beautiful young women."
Rachel's heart was in her mouth as she wondered what he would do next. She
flinched involuntarily when she felt the tip of his tongue tickling the entrance
of her vagina. "No, not there please, I am very sensitive there, please."
"I know Rachel, but your body will soon learn to enjoy this sweet torment, trust
me." He laughed softly as he parted her vagina with his fingers and dipped his
tongue further into the fine pink opening. Moriarty could feel Rachel's body
tense as he lingered in this region, and her apparent discomfort gave him
further encouragement to explore the region.
Moving his snaking tongue further up her vagina, he finally found the small
sensitive nub that was her clitoris and stopped just shot of it. Rachel's
anxiety had been growing as she felt his snaking tongue moving upwards towards
her clitoris. "Please stop, please, I do not feel well." She begged again.
But he turned a deaf ear on her pleas as he fastened his tongue directly onto
the sensitive small nub. Rachel's body jerked violently and she begged again:
"Please, not there please, of all places not there." His only answer was to
continue his assault, again and again his snaking tongue found the sensitive
nub, lashing at it repeatedly. Rachel could feel a moist heat awakening in her
loins as liquid fire consumed her. Moriarty paused for awhile and was pleased to
observe that under his ministrations, the small nub had expanded filled with
blood, and was now fully erect. This made it easier to seek out and he took the
entire nub into his warm wet mouth, sucking on it gently like a sweet.
This provoked an immediate and violent reaction from Rachel as her body almost
jerked off the table. He could hear the sharp inhalation of her breath, but he
did not stop as he continued to suck on the erect small nub, massaging it within
his mouth with his tongue. A warm musky wetness invaded his mouth as he tasted
the first unmistakable signs of her arousal.
"Oh my god, what's happening to me, what are you doing...god please stop teasing
me, you are driving me insane." She muttered weakly. Already she could feel the
burning fire between her legs spreading swiftly to engulf the rest of her limp
but responsive body. A growing hunger consumed her as she fought to resist the
sweet torment that Moriarty was inflicting upon her.
Moriarty could feel her body tense again as he rolled the small hard nub between
his tongue. Inserting an index finger into her dewy entrance, he was pleased to
note that her vagina was wet and sticky with her liquid excitement. "Why are you
fighting your own body's inner most desires Rachel? Give into it, bend with the
wind."
"Fuck-off you pervert, you disgust me." She answered back weakly. But his only
response was to gently take her clitoris between his teeth, and grind them
gently. The sensation was unbearable for Rachel as the intense feeling
multiplied ten fold, pushing her over the edge. As the intense orgasm consumed
her, Rachel curse her body for its weakness.
Moriarty stopped at last as he felt her body going rigid above him. "Now that
was not so bad was it my love?" he crooned almost lovingly. "You see, all it
takes is a talented mouth and tongue to reduce you to a quivering mass of molten
lust, in spite of all your verbal protests you are still the hostage of your
body's physical desires."
As her world stopped spinning, Rachel shook her head in denial. She could not
believe what just occurred. Her body floated blissfully beneath her, still
powerless, but also spent and drained. A fine sheen of sweat covered her from
head to foot, how could an old man push her to such explosive results merely
with the flick of his tongue.
Moriarty returned to the side of her spent body, lowering his face again to her
left arm-pit, he ran his tongue along the cleft that was damp with her
perspiration, lapping up the tiny beads of sweat and savoring the salty taste.
Rachel felt utterly revolted: "You disgust me, you sick pervert, you are a
freak, a defect of nature."
Moriarty seemed taken aback when he heard this. "So you think I am disgusting do
you. Well let me introduce you to some of my pets, my creations, perhaps that
may change your mind-set." He smiled as he moved away from the huge table and
touched a lever on the control panel.
Rachel could feel the table vibrating slightly before the ceiling appeared to
slowly rise. With a shock she realized that an immense opening had appeared
beneath the table and the entire table was slowly descending into it.
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