Sarah Fisher - The contract

The guard grinned and drew a finger between the outer lips. Her clitoris peeked seductively between the flushed pink labia. "I want to see you on all fours with your tongue between her legs," he said softly. "I know that's what you want, Kai. I've seen you before when you've been in here with the other girls."

Kai knelt slowly and caught hold of Emily's collar, pulling her close. Her lips brushed Emily's cheek and then her mouth. Her kisses made Emily whimper; so gentle, so soft – mixed feelings of revulsion and fear rose in Emily's gut. She gasped and tried to pull away as Kai's lips opened and her tongue sought entry.

The oriental girl's hands lifted to her breasts, teasing at the engorged peaks with great care, tracing the line of the rings. Her head moved lower, kissing out a wet trail of desire on Emily's tingling excited flesh. Beside the bench the guard watched with a grin on his face. "Does she taste good?" he murmured, fingers on the fly of his uniform trousers.

Kai moaned and moved lower still, pushing her pert bottom up towards the guard, who turned and locked the door to the bathroom.

Emily was so stunned that she was frozen to the spot. Kai's cool oily hands worked along her open thighs. Emily gasped. A few second later they were followed by a tongue, as warm and compelling as the heat of summer. Kai hissed softly and Emily felt Kai's tongue persuading the lips of her sex to part.

Emily whimpered as Kai's fingers slipped beneath the leather of her harness, and pulled her onto her exploratory tongue. She wriggled to try and free herself. Emily had never been touched by a woman, nor ever in her darkest, most erotic dreams imagined what it might be like.

Kai's expert kisses were electrifying. Emily's mind screamed in revulsion while her body begged for more. Her legs opened spontaneously, pressing the anal dildo deeper as she felt Kai locate the tender swelling peak of her clitoris. As the oriental woman's mouth closed around it Emily knew she was lost.

Behind them the guard grunted and dropped to his knees. Emily caught a fleeting glance of his thick meaty phallus as he manoeuvred himself into position. Kai gave a wild shriek as the man plunged into her open waiting body. Emily had no idea which orifice the man had chosen, her mind full of the wild suckings and lappings of her female lover.

The guard thrust forward, leering at Emily, his fingers playing with her peaked nipples. He set a furious pace, matched now by Kai's hot wet tongue.

Emily thought she might faint as the flurries and waves of pleasure grew and grew with each new sensation. The stunning crystal waves seemed to come closer and closer together until suddenly her mind was filled with a brilliant white light and a pleasure of such intensity that she could barely breath.

The guard gave one tremendous final thrust and then fell sated across Kai's leather clad back. All Emily could feel now was the roaring glow of satisfaction deep in her belly and the soft breaths of Kai on her thighs. Slowly the guard pulled away, pressing his wet flaccid cock back into his trousers. He looked at the women, crouched on the floor for his pleasure, with total disdain.

Kai pulled herself upright and looked down at Emily. "I'll take you to see Leonora now – and then you will eat. No mask, but you'll have to be blindfolded." Her voice sounded remarkably normal, whereas Emily was trembling so much that she didn't think she would be able to stand.

Kai unlocked her hands from the couch and helped her to her feet. She signalled to the guard who took a long silk handkerchief from his pocket and covered her eyes.

He leant forward as he tied the knot tight. He was so close that Emily could feel his breath on her skin, "Keep an eye out for me. Don't forget, I'm going to be the first," he murmured threateningly. As he spoke he slipped his hand between her buttocks and pressed on the strap that held the dildo in place.

Kai sighed theatrically. "Let me take her, pass me the leash."

Emily heard the guard leave and then felt the gentle tug as Kai directed her to move. This time the leash was far shorter so that as they moved forward she felt Kai's knuckles brushing against her shoulders. Finally she could stay silent no longer. "How can you let him treat you like that? Are you a prisoner here?"

Kai's reply was a short barking laugh. "A prisoner? Don't be ridiculous. I signed a contract. We all have."

Emily nodded miserably, thinking about standing at the desk in Roderick Banyon's office with her hand poised over the contract that had brought her to Deuvar. "So the contract is genuine then?"

"Yes, of course, we all sign up for a year at a time. I came over here on the recommendation of my sister."

Emily was stunned. "You chose to come here?" she said incredulously.

Kai snorted. "It offered a better life than the one in my village. Another year, maybe two, and I'll leave. Most girls stay five or six years. When we decide to leave, Leonora arranges for us to have suitable papers, money -" she paused. "And freedom to do what we like. Some of the girls choose to go with their masters, but it isn't compulsory. You should have read the contract."

Emily shivered. "But the way they treat you? That guard? It was awful."

Kai laughed. "The clients who come to Deuvar are connoisseurs; they understand the electric combination of pleasure and pain."

"And the guards?"

Kai tugged her lead so that Emily followed her around a corner. "It's in your best interests to keep them sweet. They have the power to control who goes where, who can get in to see us and who can't. Don't ever underestimate the advantages of doing what they want."

A porter pushed Peter Howard to the front foyer of the hospital. Outside, beyond the plate glass doors, the new morning was grey and unpromising. It reflected the way he felt almost perfectly. A male staff nurse had managed to find him a bizarre assortment of second-hand clothes from the charity box – but no socks.

The staff had barely commented on his request to discharge himself, too exhausted from the night shift to have much fight left in them. Sister Ruskin and an overworked young houseman from Accident and Emergency had signed his discharge forms in the office with hardly a second glance – and so now Peter was waiting alone in reception for a fictitious taxi that had been booked to take him for two weeks of rest and recuperation.

On his lap, Peter cradled Magenta, carefully re-wrapped in polythene in his hold-all and the thick white envelope that some-how had managed to offer him a way out of his predicament. He grinned, wondering what Johnson would say if he knew that it had been Deuvar that had been Peter's ticket out of oblivion.

Staff meandered around the foyer waiting for the change of shift. Finally, Angela appeared through the noisy throng, pale and heavy eyed, swathed in a full length navy cape. She lifted a hand in greeting. "Well, don't you look quite the bon viveur?" she snorted, glancing down at his charity shop outfit.

He lifted an eyebrow and waved the white envelope in her direction. "Appearances can be very deceptive," he said with good humour. "Can we get out of this bloody place now?"

Angela nodded and took hold of the wheelchair. "No problem. I've got my car parked just outside. Another half an hour and we'll be sipping tea in front of a roaring fire."

Peter grinned. "I'd prefer you naked for that," he said.

Angela poked him playfully. "If I don't get home soon I'll be asleep before we get to that part. Come on -"

Outside, the change in temperature hit Peter like a body blow. He winced as the wind cut through his charity-box coat and made a bee-line for his aching ribs. He hunched miserably and let Angela guide him toward her large, if somewhat ancient, estate car.

"Nice car," he gasped, as she manhandled him into the front seat. He was stunned that his legs refused to bear his weight or obey his commands. By the time he fastened his safety belt he was shaking from the effort and bathed in sweat.