The wooden chair creaked as Jennet shifted nervously, her eyes fixed on the board in front of her. She could feel her opponent's stare. Her left hand lifted, moved towards her one remaining rook, and hesitated.
Fuck. That's not going to work.
With a sigh, she looked up into the inscrutable face of the man across the table. He raised an eyebrow, glanced down at the board. He'd spent the last ten minutes patiently spinning a web of pieces around her king, and now they both knew that she had nowhere left to go.
Jennet bit her lip, then made her last move. Calmly, Spider placed his pawn precisely down. Mate.
A few desultory claps and mutters of congratulations came from the assembled spectators, before they moved back to the bar for the post-session pint and gossip. This was the expected result, after all. Spider was the highest rated player in the club. Eyebrows had been raised when he'd beckoned Jennet over to the top table at the end of the practice session, accompanied by a few well-worn innuendoes. Jennet was used to the ribald comments, and mostly didn't mind them. Apart from her, the club was almost entirely populated by mild-mannered, retired professional men. She'd got used to being watched whilst she played, to the well-meant advice and the endless schoolboy pawn jokes.
Spider stood out from the other club members, and not only because he was at least a decade younger than most of them. Intelligent, engaging and funny away from the board, he was deadly serious about chess. His composure during games was unshakeable. Jennet found herself attracted to him, with his long, muscular frame and smooth, educated voice. She'd taken to watching his games when she'd finished her own, trying to anticipate his moves, secretly pleased when she worked out his strategies. On the rare nights he didn't turn up to practice she felt irrationally disappointed. They didn't speak much, though, and she'd been as surprised as the rest when he'd asked her to play.
She looked up from the board to find him still watching her. "Good game", she said, tentatively.
"Not really", came the quiet answer. "You started well enough, but then you moved your d-pawn out without protecting it. You failed to spot my bishop covering the long diagonal, and you let me take your second knight without any compensation."
Her cheeks flushed bright red at his criticism, her mouth opened to ask him why the hell he had asked to play her, then, if he thought she was so useless, but somehow the words wouldn't come. Besides, he was absolutely right. She hadn't played well. To her own surprise she found herself smiling sheepishly back at him. "I guess I was distracted," she said, then immediately regretted it.
Spider gazed at her intently, clearly assessing her response. She waited with mounting embarrassment for the inevitable questions, but all she got was a curt "alright, then". He gave her one last searching look then turned abruptly away, striding over to the bar to speak to the club chairman. Cursing her ineptitude, Jennet gathered up her things and left.
The dream came out of a deep, black sleep. She was at the board, her king trapped and alone on the back rank. Her opponent reached out a strong hand and slid his queen slowly down to mate her. Spider.
"Oh, Jennet", he murmured, his voice full of dark amusement. "You really do need to learn, don't you..."
Suddenly, an arm snaked around her throat and she was dragged back and slammed against an unseen wall. Her assailant stood in front of her, a tall, blonde woman in white, a crown on her head and a large sword at her side.
"White queen.." she gasped, before her throat was grabbed in an iron grip. The queen smiled mockingly at Jennet's scrabbling attempts to free herself, then moved in close, bending down to glare into her frightened face with merciless ice-blue eyes. Her cool lips brushed Jennet's, and she felt an unexpected jolt of desire course through her as the queen kissed her hard, forcing her tongue into Jennet's protesting mouth, momentarily crushing her body against the wall.
"Strip. Now." The queen's voice was as hard as her beautiful face. Jennet gulped, transfixed. The queen raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and glanced over at Spider, still sitting at the table and watching the women with every sign of enjoyment. He nodded, lips curling upwards in anticipation. The queen turned and, in one fluid movement, drew her sword and sliced down the front of Jennet's dress. The material parted like mist and floated to the floor, leaving her naked and exposed. Sheathing her weapon, the queen stepped closer. She smiled as she ran her fingers down Jennet's flushed cheeks, down her neck to the hollow of her throat and downwards. Hard hands cupped Jennet's warm, round breasts, thumbs circling the nipples until they stood proud and erect. Suddenly her fingers tightened, pinching hard. Jennet let out a strangled squeal. Spider stretched, rose to his feet and ambled over to them.
"You see, Jennet," he smiled down at her, "once you're in this position, you are helpless." He nodded again to the queen, who lifted one hand to Jennet's head. Strong fingers grabbed and twisted Jennet's hair, forcing her up onto her tiptoes and holding her, whimpering, against the wall. Jennet gasped as a finger probed roughly between her legs, slid briefly into her and out again. The queen held it up, glistening with Jennet's juices. "Perhaps she likes being helpless, my lord?" she observed with a hint of scorn. Spider tilted his head, appraising the queen's statement and scrutinising his naked captive. Loose tendrils of red-brown hair brushed her collarbones. Her round, pale breasts rose and fell with her gasping breaths. Her lips were parted, her hazel eyes full of pain, excitement and lust.
"Do you, Jennet?" he asked, quietly. "Do you like being trapped like this? Would you still like it, if I told my queen to bend you double over the chess board and spank that round arse of yours until you squealed for mercy?"
Jennet stared back silently, trembling, as he continued. "How about if I ordered her to pin you down and sit on your face? Would you lick her clean while I took your wet, hungry cunt? Would you tease her clit, tongue and suck her until she came onto your helpless mouth?"
Jennet shook her head, crimson with embarrassment, only to hear Spider laugh. "Oh, Jennet. You will. You really will. You'll lick her, and suck her, and then you will pleasure me until you are covered in our juices. You're mine now, and I...we...will take you in whichever holes we want, over and over again, until we are both sated. But first..." the queen let go of Jennet's hair and backed away as Spider took her place. She could smell her own arousal, and by the look in his eyes he could, too. He lifted her chin and placed a soft, powerful kiss on her open mouth. Jennet groaned and reached for him, pulling him close, her fear melting into a deep, unstoppable hunger...
The shrill buzz of the alarm had never been less welcome. She rolled over, groaning, peering blearily at the time. Wednesday morning beckoned, full of meetings and paperwork and other people's problems. Jennet stretched her naked body langourously, like a cat, then slid out of bed and made for the shower. She noticed the stickiness on her upper thighs as she walked and smiled, half-embarrassed, at the fading memory of the dream.
I'm getting wet dreams about chess pieces...it's
clearly
been too long...
On impulse she doubled back to the bedroom and rummaged in the little box of toys under her bed. She smiled as she found what she wanted - a large, thick, showerproof vibrator. Returning to the bathroom she switched on the shower, letting the room fill with steam as she cleaned her teeth. She hopped in and sighed in pleasure as the hot water massaged her shoulders. Reaching for the soap, Jennet poured the cold gel directly onto her breasts, shivering happily as it slid wetly down to drip off her nipples. She held her breasts and rubbed, gently, at her nipples until they stiffened into hard pink nubs. She pinched experimentally, and winced as the delightful pain shot through her breasts and straight down into her already aching cunt.
Jennet continued teasing herself, rubbing and pinching, rubbing and pinching until her breasts were a mass of shining bubbles and soap dripped down her belly to her aching groin. Her fingers slid down her slick flesh, massaging the stickiness from her thighs before heading for her erect clit, delicately teasing it whilst her other hand continued its assault on her breast. She slid one finger inside herself, then another, circling and stroking as the water pounded down.
Her eyes, half-closed, spotted the vibrator and she smiled as she lowered herself to sit on the floor of the shower with her knees up and her legs wide. Her soapy hand fumbled with the control, turning it on low and holding it hard against her clit, moaning in delight as the vibrations spread through her. Gently, she slid it inside herself as her other hand descended on her clit. Her eyes closed fully and she lost herself in sensation of being filled, again and again, harder and harder as she stroked and rubbed. A sudden image came into her head - of Spider, standing there, watching her playing with herself, a smile on his face and a very noticeable bulge in his jeans.
Mine
, he whispered. Her back arched against the tiled wall, her mouth opening in a silent scream as an unexpectedly powerful orgasm shot through her, lifting her out of her body and leaving her shaky and gasping on the floor of the shower. She slumped there for a moment, enjoying the last fluttering pulses of her orgasm, trying to avoid thinking about the sudden apparition that had taken her over the edge.
