My Own Darkest Villain
WRITTEN BY: WHAT SUBTEXT?
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTORS ALL RIGHTS TO WAREHOUSE 13 CREATORS
PAIRING: MYKA/HG WELLS FEMSLASH ROMANCE
RAITING: MATURE
PROOF READ BY: Aynot. (Many thanks for patience shown of late)
Earlswood Asylum (part 1)
Myka pushed her way to the doors as soon as the train from Heathrow to Paddington stopped on the station platform. As the doors opened Myka ran through the station and straight into the back seat of a waiting black cab outside.
The burly looking cabby turned to face a panting Myka on his back seat.
"Where to sweetheart?"
"The Grange, St. Pauls Hotel, please."
The cab set off and Myka looked out and up to the buildings. It was dark out and Myka was not surprised to find it raining in London. The cabby didn't waste any time in getting to know his fare.
"Where are you from my love?"
The cabby was jolly and Myka didn't want to be rude, but all she could think about was finally getting her hands on Helena. Myka had been feeling hard and horny since the flight from Rapid City. She wanted to use this down time to go over her first move on Helena in her mind. They had spoken of what they would do to each other over the phone, but now Myka needed the real thing desperately. Helena had been too far away for too long now. Myka looked down to at her recently cut fingernails to check they were a considerate and safe length to plunge into Helena. Myka flexed her right bicep briefly and ran her left thumb up and down her index and middle finger on her right hand. Helena had fired her up good and proper on the phone earlier. Myka sat on both her hands as she realized what she was doing in public. The cabby was waiting for her response.
"I'm from South Dakota; I mean I work there at least."
Myka closed her eyes and waited for the twenty questions to follow.
"What do you do in South Dakota ... Ma'am?"
The cabbies bad imitation of an American accent made Myka cringe, but she was brought up to always be polite.
"I work in a warehouse, a really big warehouse."
The cabby laughed.
"You don't look like a warehouse worker to me; I thought you may be a model with that pretty face. My Mrs would kill for legs your length kid."
Myka wondered how she ever put up with guys and there poorly executed compliments before. Helena was unbeatable when it came to seduction and this sort of comment was like an annoying fly around the dinner table. The comment was harmless but Myka couldn't help wanting to swat it away. Myka just wanted the cab to get to the hotel ASAP. Myka nearly let the phrase "Are we nearly there yet" leave her lips.
Before Myka could respond the cabby slammed on the brakes and cursed.
"Bloody Olympics, I swear they are digging up every bastard road in London."
The cabby hit the horn in his cab and shouted out of his window at the queue of traffic. From the back seat Myka could see St. Pauls Cathedral clearly. She fumbled for her wallet and tore the Velcro fastener open. Myka shoved a twenty through the small plastic window.
"Just drop me here, I can find my way."
"The traffic looks worse than it is, sit back."
Myka's patience was now paper thin and she was angry; her horniness was affecting her control over her temper.
"Seriously, open the cab doors up and take the twenty, keep the change."
On hearing that the cabby released the back door locks and watched Myka run down through the cars towards ST. Pauls.
Myka followed the signs and quickly spotted the very grand hotel that housed the woman that would pleasure her all night. Jet lag would not stop Myka fulfilling the fantasy's that had boiled away in her head for the past few days.
Myka entered the hotel lobby and nearly leapt over the desk at the wide eyed receptionist.
"Helena Wells, she is expecting me."
Myka's breathing remained heavy from running across the streets of London. The receptionist checked the computer screen and then picked up the phone.
Helena padded around bare foot in her plush hotel room. She looked down at her watch for the fifth time in that minute and jumped a little as the phone rang by the large bed.
"Good evening, Miss Wells, I have a Myka Bering here for you."
"Yes, that's fine, send her up."
Helena laughed as she heard the receptionist have to shout the room number to Myka who had prematurely ran for the lifts. Helena looked herself up and down in a full length mirror. Helena wore a casual dress that went as far as mid thigh. The dress was subtle but clung tightly in all the right places. Helena's hair was down and her pale skin was as perfect as ever. Helena knew she looked nothing short of stunning.
Helena stood on her side on the door and pressed her ear to the wood. She heard a stampede like rumble as Myka flew up the hallway and straight to her door.
Myka knocked on the door with her knuckles and leant on the door frame as she waited. Helena looked at Myka through the spy hole and thought she looked wild and animal like. Helena stepped away from the door and headed to the bar to pour herself a glass of wine. Myka knocked again, Helena would make her younger lover wait. Helena smirked as she sipped her wine.
Helena walked over to the door with her glass of red wine in hand. She had made Myka wait for long enough. As the door opened Myka was drawn to Helena's dark pretty eyes and equally dark locks. Myka pushed the door wide open and knocked Helena's wine glass out of her hand and onto the floor. The red wine soaked into the cream coloured carpet below. Helena shrieked as Myka gathered her up and lifted her body up off the floor and straight to the bed. Myka hands were cold as they slid up and down Helena's smooth legs. Myka suddenly realized Helena was in a dress, something Myka had only seen her wearing once. Myka kissed Helena as she lay pinned underneath her on the bed. Myka could not contain herself and kissed her way down Helena neck and chest pulling a breast free from the light dress and sucking hard on an already erect nipple. Helena's pushed Mykas head away and attempted to calm her. She grabbed Mykas hands and hushed her from below.
"Calm down or you will come before you even get your jeans off."
Myka's body shook with arousal and Helena stroked her wild curly mane.
"Shhh! Just wait for it ok."
Helena was trying to control her own arousal as she could feel Myka's denim clad crouch pressing against the thin layer of her red panties. Helena remembered why on occasions she loved to wear a dress so much. Myka lifted up off Helena.
Helena kissed Myka once on the lips and went to shut the door that Myka had left wide open. Her bag was still in the hallway. Helena walked towards the other side of the large suit and Myka could not take her eyes of her body in that light summer style dress. Myka looked down to the front of her jeans and noticed Helena's own arousal had briefly soaked through her pants and onto Mykas denim crotch. Myka touched the moist fabric and considered ignoring Helena request for a slow burn and just force her fingers inside her now, Myka knew that was what Helena wanted anyway.
Helena saw the way Myka was looking her up and down and warned her.
"I hope you're going to do as your told young lady. You're not having me yet."
Myka watched Helena pull a large rectangular box out from a draw. Myka saw the smile on Helena's face and was curious.
"What you got there then Miss?"
"It's an artefact," Helena passed the box to Myka.
Myka opened the box and Helena flopped down on the bed behind her. Helena began to rub Myka's shoulders from behind. Myka threw the lid to one side and blushed when she saw what was inside the box. Myka stood up and away from the box as if afraid of its contents. Helena rolled her eyes.
"Are you being very prudish Agent Bering?"
Myka felt her control freak nature kick in at the sight of the dark coloured sex toy in the box. Helena giggled at Myka's shyness.
"I think in today's world you call that a strap on."
"Whose is it?"
"It's mine, it was a gift from its creator, and it allows the wearer to feel everything."
Myka was still processing what Helena was asking of her. The toy was an artefact.
"So what, you want me to be a man now?"
"Don't be ridiculous, do you really think that would be true?"
Myka's sexual experiences were limited in comparison to Helena's. Myka admitted to herself that she was threatened by the large cock. Helena walked over to her with the toy in her hands. She smiled at Myka and Myka couldn't help but smile back. Myka was beginning to feel more relaxed around the artefact/phallus.
"Go and put it on, if you still feel uneasy it's ok, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."
Myka disappeared into the bathroom and Helena sat back on the bed. Minutes later Myka emerged, with her jeans on, and a rather large lump pressing against the denim. Helena laughed out loud.
"How on Earth have you got that thing back inside those tight jeans?"
Myka just looked back at her and blushed.
"I can't feel anything you know; it must be bust or something."
Helena raised an eyebrow and smiled at Myka.
"You won't feel a thing until I get my hands on it. That's how it works my love. You belong to me."
Myka felt instantly aroused by Helena's words. She doubted that Helena would ever run out of ways to surprise her. Helena lay back and rested on her elbows as she barked orders at Myka.
""Take it out of those jeans now."
Myka reach down inside the front of her tight Levis and pulled the cock out of them. Her jeans still sat just below her hips. Myka stood with her toy cock in her hands and waited for Helena's next command.
"Take your shirt off."
Myka peeled her t-shirt off along with her bra. Helena sat up and looked Myka up and down. She looked nothing short of spectacular with her long denim clad legs and pert young breast standing to attention. Her stomach remained as toned as ever and the cock sat virginally in Mykas right hand. Helena would enjoy taking Mykas virginity again in this way. Helena was much more mature and worldly than the brave and moral Agent Bering. Helena sat speechless and salivated at the kind of love making she was about to teach Myka.
"Come here."
Myka walked over to Helena and stood inches from her. Helena stood a few inches short than Myka and ran her hands down her chest and over her breasts. Myka's nipples were always very sensitive to Helena's touch. Helena let her hand get as far as the toy cock and she held it in her hand briefly. Myka looked down and shrugged her shoulders.
"I still can't feel anything?"
Helena smiled knowingly and stepped back away from her prey. With her right hand she swatted down at the toy cock. Helena's first gentle touch had initiated the artefacts power but Myka would only feel anything on the second contact. Helena had slapped the cock with minimal force but Myka felt it.
"Ouch...Whoa!"
Myka suddenly realized she had felt Helena's playful assault. Myka grabbed at the toy herself and moved it around.
"This is the weirdest feeling ever."
Myka looked at her own reflection in the mirror and was turned on by her own reflection. Myka had always thought that to have really good sex you had to be totally happy with your own image first. Myka looked to Helena who sat on the bed still. Myka noticed her legs had moved further apart. Helena played mindlessly with them hem of her dress and Helena starred at Myka and her toy cock. Myka felt much empowered and knew Helena was dying to let her fuck her.
Myka stood in front of Helena with the toy cock pushing out of the top of her jeans. Helena looked up at Myka's grinning face and was amazed how quickly she went from shy good girl to arrogant youth. That was nothing to do with the power of the Artefact, it was all Myka.
"Get on your knees."
Helena laughed out loud and swished past Myka, slapping at the toy cock again as she passed.
"Do you really think that's how this is going to work, on my knees indeed?"
"How is this gonna work then. I know you want it, you're "
"If you want me you will have to catch me."
Myka removed her jeans and stood naked aside from her cock. She laughed at Helena when she ran away as Myka came towards her. Helena stood on one side of the bar and Myka debated on which side of the obstruction was best to get to her woman. Helena was quick footed. Myka opted for one side of the bar and Helena duly slipped round the other side. Several items belonging to the hotel were broken as Helena led a pumped up Myka on a merry chase around the suite. Myka finally cornered Helena, she had nowhere to go.
Myka grabbed at Helena's arms and swung her round to face the wall. Myka pressed herself into the back of Helena and kicked at her ankles to spread her legs apart. Helena fell into the wall but Myka's hand quickly came round her waist and pulled her back into her naked body. Myka ran her hands up and down Helena's tepid body as if searching for a weapon on a perp. Myka found the bottom of Helena's dress and hiked it up over her hips. Myka kissed all up the back of Helena's neck and shoulders from behind, and Helena loved it. Myka pressed her mouth to Helena's ear and growled into it as she removed Helena's soaking wet panties with one hand.
"Make me wait at your door will you."
Mykas breath was hot and her voiced buzzed deeply into Helena's ear. Helena closed her eyes as she felt Myka guide her cock up between her thighs from behind. Helena's nipples strained against the fabric of her dress and she had never felt so tight in all her life. Myka was dominating her and she rarely allowed that in her lovers.
Myka placed the end of her cock at Helena entrance and her breath and body shuddered as she pushed gently into Helena. Myka knew she was only slightly inside Helena but it felt amazing through the artefact. Myka concentrated on Helena voice to know if she was hurting her. Myka pushed gently in and out of Helena's opening and felt herself slip further inside each time. Helena sounded so sexy when she whimpered each time Myka impaled her slightly. Myka closed her eyes and let herself feel Helena's inner walls clinging to her and enticing her further inside. Helena bent further forwards and grabbed at Mykas wiry forearms. Myka knew what Helena wanted and Myka wanted to hear the high minded Brit say it.
"Do you need fucking Helena?"
Helena gasped and dug her nails into Myka's forearms.
"Say it Helena, tell me you need me to fuck you and I will."
Myka stood perfectly still and watched a Helena continued to push back against her cock. Myka groaned out load herself as Helena became frustrated at Myka's lack of movement, Myka desperately needed to make Helena come.
Helena looked down at the floor and gave in. She was still bent forward in front of Myka and was impaled on her motionless cock.
"Fuck me, please Myka fuck me really hard."
Myka picked up her pace and fucked Helena faster. Helena cried and moaned as Myka penetrated her faster and faster. Helena grabbed at Myka's hand and guided it round the front to her clit, Myka found a rhythm with both her clit filled hand and with the thrusting of her hips. Helena felt herself overcome by the sensation and knew it was too late to fight off her, now, rapidly approaching orgasm. Helena gripped again at one of Myka's forearms and then threw back her head. Helena opened her mouth but there was silence for a moment, Myka continued to up the pace and then was rewarded by Helena's body convulsing and making a sound she had never heard her make before. It was a sound that made her want to take Helena all night.
Myka remained perfectly still as Helena tried to get her heart rate down, her breathing was heavy and her back was dripping in sweat from her own efforts as well as Myka's exertions. Myka slowly pulled out of her woman and Helena sighed. Before Myka could respond Helena pushed her hard towards the bed, and Myka hit the mattress like a boxer taking a jaw breaking upper cut. Helena pounced on top of the stunned younger Myka. The older Miss Wells mounted Myka and placed Mykas "artifact" at her entrance. Helena pushed down in one full slow movement and Myka could not stop her own eyes from rolling back into her head at the feeling. Helena would take control now and Myka would see how young she really was, sexually, compared to Helena.
Myka sat up on her elbows and watched Helena bob up and down onto her, her breast bounced up and down each time and a film of sweat began to cover her. Helena twisted and ground her hips in such a way that Myka had to lay back down flat and grip helplessly at the bed sheets. Myka could feel everything through the artefact she only moments ago feared. Helena began to feel a second orgasm build within her and moaned as she drove Myka slightly insane with the alternate grinding motion of her hips. Myka sat bolt up at the sound of Helena's brief cries and put her hands on Helena's hips, as if to have some control over the pace and rhythm herself. This move was unwise as she quickly felt Helena grab her wrist and pin her hands back down on the mattress and either side of her curly wild mane. Helena gripped at her wrists so tightly that Myka expected to be bruised come morning. Helena was now in full animal mode and Myka was completely crucified to the hotel's soft bed.
Helena's long black hair tickled her face and from within the hair two deadly black eyes demanded contact, Myka was entranced. Myka could feel the deepest sensation growing inside her body and she began to breathe heavily as Helena rode her like a first place jockey at the Grand National. Obscenities left Myka's mouth, all aimed squarely at Helena who simply grinned back aware that Myka was about to experience the greatest sensation under her weight. Nobody else would ever give Myka such a feeling and now Helena felt empowered. Myka had one last tug at the sheets then found herself thrusting upwardly into the Brit. Helena made the young Myka cum hard, still holding tightly onto her wrists. Myka almost blacked out and could vaguely hear Helena reaching orgasm for a second time.
Helena climbed off Myka and lay at the side of her, they both were breathing heavy and their chests seemed to rise and fall in sync. Myka wanted Helena again but was so drained that she could not fight off sleep. Helena was in no shape to go at it again and both women passed into sleep side by side.
Sometime later
Myka awoke to the sound of Artie banging on the hotel door. He and Pete shared a room not far from Helena's.
The room was still dark and the smell of sex filled the air. HG lay tangled in the sheets. Myka took a moment to stare at Helena's facial features as she slept. The strong jaw line and rose coloured lips made the younger Myka want to ignore the door, and have her Helena again. Helena's left hand held part of the sheet, her hair sprayed across the pillows. One slender leg was carelessly hanging out of the bed. Artie banged again and Helena stirred.
Myka slid out of the bed and towards the door, glancing in the mirror on the wall as she passed. Her hair was wilder than usual, Helena's hands had seen to that. Her mascara had run and her eyes were framed underneath with a heavy black smudge line. The green of her eyes looking more prominent against the black surrounding of makeup. Her lips were puffy and bite marks were visible on her neck leaving a bread crumb like trail down to her strong shoulders. Helena was every bit the wild animal in bed.
Myka threw on a t-shirt and opened the door. Artie stood on the other side looking tired and impatient. The trip on the Eurostar had been stressful for him. He did not trust the idea of a train passing through a tunnel at the bottom of the English Channel. Myka had laughed when Helena told her; that Artie flinched at every creaking sound of the train. Helena had not been able to contain herself when Artie was convinced he felt a droplet of water hit his head. Hell, the idea that the French and English had successfully completed any task together was amazing to her old mind also. That said, it was Helena whom had been more uncomfortable than both Pete and Artie throughout the journey.
Helena had felt herself being watched. It was a feeling she could not escape. It bothered her so much that she convinced Artie to swap seats with her, in order to have a better view down the length of the carriage. She hoped to spot her stalker but could not.
"Myka, what's with your hair?" Artie raised an eyebrow.
Artie tried to step into Helena's hotel room, but Myka held the door so just her head was visible. The secret service t-shirt she had slipped on barely covered her arse. Artie was in no mood for further delay and arrogantly pushed at the door knocking Myka backwards. The young agent grabbed at the hem of her t -shirt and attempted to pull it down. Artie turned to face Myka after he barged passed her. He yelped when he realised why she did not want him to enter straight away. His chubby white hands went straight for his eyes; Myka took the opportunity to dive behind a high backed chair.
"It's ok, you can look now." Myka said with embarrassment colouring her voice.
When Artie removed his hands Myka stood red faced behind the plush leather recliner. Artie was just about to speak when from the bed, across the large sumptuous room, Helena sighed audibly. She slammed her hands down either side of her in frustration at being disturbed. She sat up and the sheet fell from her body, revealing her breasts Mykas mouth dropped and Artie almost had a stroke. Myka continued to catch flies as Helena stood from the bed totally nude and walked across the room to the bathroom. Artie was old, but far from dead. He knew he should avert his eyes; Helena was in a way his adopted daughter's partner. Helena had no shame and no insecurities about nudity. As she entered the bathroom she called to Artie.
"Well sir, you have disturbed us now, let us not stand on ceremony." Helen stated.
Artie still stood in shock and turned to Myka and said.
"That woman is unreal."
Myka simply looked back having no idea what to say to him.
After a minute Helena emerged from the bathroom covered in a towel. She looked at Artie with those deathly black eyes and he winced internally. Helena's lips were just as puffy and red as Mykas. Helena was about to address Artie. She opened her mouth to speak then frowned and cocked her head towards Myka and said.
"My dear girl, whatever are you doing behind that chair?" Helena was perplexed.
With her hands covering her eyes, Myka responded sounding small and child like.
"I... I don't have any pants on."
Helena raised an eye brow at Artie.
"Well...we can't have you stand there all day can we?"
Helena walked over to Myka's rook sack and pulled out some jeans. She tossed them over to her young mate.
"Now, put those on and make me a cup of tea. There's a good girl."
Myka felt her clit go hard and the blood rush to her face as Helena winked at her. She really should refuse to be Helena's tea making slave, but she could not help herself. She liked looking after all of the older woman's needs. Artie shook his head as if he had seen a ghost. The whole dynamic between the two women had become entirely domestic. He was snapped out of his trance by Myka asking him he wanted a coffee.
"No...Erm, nothing for me thanks." Artie still looked puzzled.
Helena sat on the arm of a chair, still wrapped in the towel. She spoke to Artie.
"So...I take it you have news?"
Artie tried to remember why he has rushed to see Myka to begin with. Helena sat with perfect Victorian posture. Her legs crossed and her tits just covered by the towel. Artie thought Helena to be a very attractive woman, but still a villain. He thought her capable of anything and he feared for Myka. Helena was devious and self motivated. Myka was a very warm person with a big soft heart, under the outer facade of strength and independence. Helena's heart...well...Artie wondered how much of it was intact?
Helena eyed Artie as if reading his thoughts. She half smirked and her right foot rotated slowly as she sat cross legged in front of him. Artie's mind flashed immediately to how a large black panther sat up in a tree, starring down at its prey below. Helena's twirling foot reminded him of that Panthers long black tail displaying its mood. Myka setting down a cup of tea next to Helena broke her gaze with Artie. She thanked Myka, looking her right in the eyes. Myka swallowed loudly and nodded her head. Artie watched as Helena's gaze followed his young Agent across the room as she walked away. Myka turned and stared back. Artie felt like he should not be there. He finally spoke.
"Listen, just meet Pete and I in the lobby in an hour."
"What news do you have?" Helena asked.
"We need to get to that asylum ASAP. Claudia says there is evidence of activity there within the last few weeks. It's supposed to be abandoned."
"Very well, an hour it is sir." Helena sipped her tea and smirked at Artie from behind the delicate cup.
As Artie left the room Helena walked over to Myka. Helena's long fine fingers began to unzip the front of Myka's tight jeans. The devious HG slipped a hand into the zipper and closed her eyes as Myka growled and soaked her hand.
"Come on young lady, shower for you. You're a very dirty girl." Helena dragged Myka toward the bathroom.
An hour later
Artie paced as usual, and Pete stood dressed in a shirt and tie with the added SS trademark sunglasses. He was leaning on the reception desk, flirting with the receptionists. The lobby's lift pinged and the doors opened. Myka stepped out followed by Helena. Myka smiled when she saw Pete using every move he had to impress the two young English receptionists.
"Oh, my God." Myka giggled.
"What?" Helena asked.
Myka pointed at Pete lounging against the reception desk. Sunglasses in London, at the current time of year had no practical value. Pete was just posing and displaying his feathers like a giant peacock in season. Pete had his Tesla on display for the young girls to see. Helena could not resist and made a beeline for Agent Lattimer. Myka begged her to be gentle.
Helena stalked Pete and he lost his train of thought as she got closer. The receptionist watched with interest. Helena laced her hands around Pete's neck and shoulders. She spoke loudly enough for all to hear her.
"Darling...Don't worry about last night, it happens to all men at some point, I hear. I don't think any less of you really."
Artie half smiled as Helena swished away from a stunned Pete. The receptionists sat looking at him, waiting for his response. He went a burning shade of red as he said.
"She's just kidding, I can perform. Hey, I can go all night ladies."
The receptionists also gave a half smile and went back to working on absolutely nothing. Pete turned and headed for a highly amused Helena. He was mere inches from her when Myka stepped between them.
"Hey. Don't let her wind you up so easily."
"Wind me up! I swear I'm gonna..." Pete spluttered.
"You're going to what, Peter?" Helena still continued to goad Pete.
Myka wrestled with Pete as he tried to get to a smug Helena.
Artie came over and pulled Pete away. Helena inspected her nails and blew one final kiss at Pete. Pete pulled himself out of Artie's grip and headed for Helena again. Myka stepped between them both again.
"Pete, stop! Helena, you stop as well." Myka was tired with both of their performances.
Helena did her best innocent pose and Pete calmed down.
Artie addressed them all.
"Can we please get a cab, get to this nut house, and save the world people?" Artie was beyond frustrated. His hands carelessly fondled his aching temple.
As the black taxi cab drove through the centre of London Helena looked out at some old familiar sights and new ones. She had constant flashes and memories. She recalled visiting St. Pauls with her brother Charles and daughter Christina. She recalled walking arm in arm with Sophie down the Thames. Her mind was overloaded with sounds, smells and voices from the past. It was all reaching a crescendo when the touch of Mykas hand on hers brought her back.
"You ok, Helena?" Myka held Helena's hand softly in her own.
"No, I'm afraid I'm not. Something is very wrong Myka." Helena said with concern.
"It will all be ok; we just need to check this place out." Myka reassured Helena.
Helena looked on at Artie who shared the same apprehensions as she. Artie was unsure if Helena knew of the true activities going on at the asylum. He worried this was all an elaborate trap that he and his Agents were walking into. Pete's next comment stopped his thoughts for a second.
"Whoa... Big Ben, not so big after all."
Myka laughed at Pete's comment, but nothing would serve to lighten Helena's or Artie's mood.
Next: Earlswood Asylum, part 2