Sarah Fisher - The contract

There was nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide. The man walked slowly across the room towards her, eyes glittering in the fading light. She glanced around in desperation and without thought leapt off the bed, trying to get away. She dropped to the floor against the wall, crouching like a cornered mouse.

Her tormentor smiled lazily. "Run all you like," he said softly, undoing his jacket. "The fight excites me. I love it when they struggle."

Emily sobbed as he circled the bed. His progress was slow, unstoppable. For a few seconds he stood over her watching her face. She shivered; his eyes flickered with desire. She felt the tension ease in her body as the seconds ticked away. Just as her breathing had slowed, he lunged forward and grabbed hold of her wrists, jerking her to her feet.

She whimpered.

One hand dropped and tugged at her harness. He pulled her closer to him, running his lips against her cheek, pressing hot wet kisses into her flesh. The man licked her throat, then lower, touching his tongue to the metallic rings through her nipples, stroking her belly with long fingers.

In spite of herself, to her horror, Emily felt his touch light a beacon in her belly. The brush of his tongue sent a shard of silvery sparks through her mind. As he tipped her face towards him and pressed his lips to hers she was stunned to realise she was relishing her forced submission. His kisses were tender and exploratory, like a real lover. She moaned as his fingers stroked the delicate skin where the lips of her sex met.

The guard pulled away sharply, his face contorted into a lecherous leer. "Don't tell me you don't want me to touch you. Look at yourself."

Emily blushed and dropped her gaze. Her nipples had swollen and hardened, flushed crimson with need – and her sex – she shivered. She knew she was getting wet but knew that it didn't matter how wet she was – the guard had other plans. He pushed her toward the bed and rolled her over onto her belly, securing her hands to the bed frame. She began to tremble, unable to fight him. Her mind was a mass of contradictions. She didn't want what was going to follow – or did she? Her body was telling her something else, part of her was aching to feel his touch, his lips – she cried out as he ran a finger along her spine.

"Get up on all fours," he said flatly.

If she expected him to be quick and furtive about his plans she was wrong. He moved around her, cupping and touching her breasts, stroking her belly with cool invasive fingers. She closed her eyes.

His clinical appraisal was exciting her beyond all belief and knowing that he was looking, touching, exploring, made her flesh quiver. She had no choice, she had to submit to whatever he had planned and the knowledge excited some dark submissive creature that lurked in her mind.

He turned his attentions to her sex, rubbing a finger into the groove of her lips, sliding beneath the ring, seeking out her pleasure bud. She let out an excited sob as he brushed it, tempered with fear that he would dislodge the ring.

She gave a throaty gasp as he climbed onto the bed behind her, fingers fiddling with the straps that held the dildo in place.

She had expected him to take the harness off but instead she just felt the relief as the stretcher slid out. She sighed as her muscles eased. Behind her the guard grunted softly. She felt him moving closer, his breath on her back and lower still on her buttocks.

What happened next astonished her; his tongue slid darkly between the gaping lips of her quim. He dipped into her, lapping and sucking, fingers lifting to join it.

Emily was stunned. She felt her body respond, moving with his touch, seeking out his attentions. She eased herself back to chase his tongue, pushing herself back to meet him. She began to shiver, praying that he wouldn't disappoint her.

The man chuckled. The sound was softened and distorted by her flesh. When she felt his fingers moving back to stroke the tight bruised bud of her anus she resisted, stiffening, suddenly afraid.

"Don't fight me," the man whispered thickly. "Remember, lady, I won you, and I'm going to have you. I'm going to bury my cock so deep in you, make you scream out for more." His finger slid into her and she gasped as her body closed gratefully around him.

"Please," she begged, "No, please I'll do anything -"

He laughed. "Too right you will." His finger eased out slowly. Over her shoulder she heard the sound of him climbing down off the bed – and the unnerving muffled sounds of clothes being removed.

She could sense his eyes on her body and imagined what the pictures were that he was seeing. Her sex was gaping, slick and hungry, her breasts were flushed and her back was striped with the mark of Leonora's whip. She had seen the way the ring between Kai's legs glittered as she moved. Was that what this man could see; the flash and glitter of invitation?

She swallowed hard as he moved closer. She could feel the heat of his body, smell his musky male odours. Something trickled down over the crease of her backside, cold and oily. She shuddered as he worked it into her, dipping now and then between her legs to smear her juices there too.

"You look so good," he whispered as he moved closer. "You know they're all going to want you? They'll take you every way they can once you've been sold and broken in. There's an Arab here likes to fuck woman in company – one cock up your arse, another in your cunt, maybe a third in your mouth. They'll whip you till your skin is raw and then make you beg them for more -"

Emily let out a strangled terrified sob.

"And you'll love it, because some hungry part of your body wants it all, doesn't it? You'll thank me then for being so gentle – I've seen women split if they're too tight and the client wants it like this -"

As he spoke Emily felt the dark unnerving press of his shaft at the very entry to the most secret parts of her body. His fingers pressed down on her clitoris, rubbing it knowingly, circling the engorged hood, encouraging her to come with him, to accept what he was offering.

She gasped and then screamed as he opened her, pressing his cock slowly into the tight closure between her buttocks. The sensation was of pain and fullness, a tight terrifying progress that stunned her.

Over her shoulder she could hear his laboured breaths. "There," he hissed, creeping closer, brushing her raw flesh with his belly and chest. He encircled her like a great bear. His fingers moved again, sending shards of pleasure through her as he started to move. She thought each thrust was going to tear her apart; her fear ebbing and flowing with the waves of pleasure he was creating with his fingers.

"Move with me." He thrust deeper and deeper. "Come on!" He suddenly grabbed hold of the harness around her waist and jerked her back onto his body, impaling her again and again. She mewled in pain. "Move," he gasped and she had no choice but to follow his orders.

Her body seemed to have a will of its own, pressing and surging with each movement. She could sense he was close to release, her own excitement hovering unfulfilled between her legs and he drove deeper still until she thought he might kill her.

He snorted suddenly and drove so deep that she screamed out in terror. Deep inside she could feel the throb of his orgasm and on her back his breath in red hot ragged snorts.

Slumping down across her, he fought to get his breath. She tensed as he slid out from inside her leaving a sensation of rawness and heat. She pressed her face into the pillow. Her body had been abused and yet her mind longed for her own release. She bit into the cloth, tears prickling up behind her eyes as the guard clambered off from bed. The unfulfilled excitement in her belly ached like a tooth.

"How was she?" said a familiar voice.