THE CONTRACT
by V.P. Viddler
I had Nina just as I wanted her. Finally. At long last.
Nina. Tall and lissome, sinuous and sensuous, flashing dark eyes and
long, long smooth brown hair, luscious mouth, soft skin, high, rounded,
miraculous breasts, finely curving body, long, luscious, mouth-watering, sexily
flexing, voluptuously shapely thighs and calves. And a mind and will of her
own.
Thus far.
But now I had her.
I sat and looked at her. Just sat and gazed. And Nina looked back. Still
defiant. Still unvanquished. Even this way. Helpless. With arms stretched up
and back, pulled high, with wrists bound tightly together, pulling tightly,
pulling at a chain straining at a hook high above. With ankles also bound,
roped to a ring in the floor. With all of her pulling tight. Tight. And with
that bar pushing her forward. That round iron bar running across the room, and
running just in back of my straining Nina. Running just above that sinuously
slim waist, running on a line just a bit in front of that ceiling hook and that
floor hook. So that it was pressing into Nina's back, pressing hard against
that taut back, just above that waist, and pushing that fabulous body outward.
Forward. in a taut, straining arch. A fantastically sensuous, arousing,
blood-quickening arch. Making that whole body stretch. Straining. So tight. So
painful. With Nina's high, taut breasts pushing outward, standing, thrusting,
against the silk blouse. Thrusting hard, as if offering themselves for
sacrifice. Painful, tormenting, agonizing, screaming sacrifice. With Nina's
nipples highlighted, molded by that thin silk. For Nina had no brassiere today.
And Nina's body, tight, taut, arching painfully toward me. Nina's legs
straining, quivering, thighs, half bared by that short black skirt, pulling
high on Nina's thighs. Curving, straining thighs. Shapely, sensuous, straining
calves. Arching, straining, taut body. Nina. Watching as I was watching. Not as
I was, with lust and anticipation. Lust. Anticipation. Watching Nina.
"What do you want?" Nina said. Not giving in. Not showing pain or fright.
Not yet.
"You know what I want," I said. "I want you to sign that contract."
"I won't," Nina said.
"You will," I said. "You will, Nina. And that's not all."
"What do you think you can do to me?"
"Anything," I said. "Anything I want, Nina."
"If you touch me, I'll kill you."
"You'll sign that contract first, Nina."
"Go to hell."
I got up. Moving toward her. "That's so fine, how your breasts push out
that way. I want that body, Nina. You know that, don't you?"
"If you put a hand on me --"
"That's just what I'm going to do. Put a hand on you. Both hands."
"Don't you even think about it, you filth." Body straining. Shrinking as
I put my hands out toward her breasts. Trying to pull away. "No!"
"Darling Nina," I said, and I put my hands on her breasts. Firm but soft,
yielding but resisting, fantastic springy breasts, touching, shaping, sliding
my hands over, around, into -- and Nina spat in my face.
My hands twitched, wanting to clamp hard on Nina's round bosoms. But I
didn't do that. I spat back at her. Nina's dark eyes burning, blazing at me.
"No, Nina. Bad. That's a bad girl. Bad girls must be punished, Nina."
That body still trying to shrink, squirm from my hands as I held her breasts.
Now sliding my fingers over them, stroking, touching lightly, caressing that
lusciousness through the tight silk. Now putting my fingers on Nina's
outstanding nipples. Taking them in thumb and forefinger. Both of them. Holding
two stiff throbbing nubs in between thumbs and forefingers. "Like this, Nina,"
I said. And I squeezed. Hard. Very hard. As hard as I could. Clamping those
soft helpless things, clamping them, mashing them hard. Tightly. And watching
Nina. Hurting. In agony, but trying not to show it, not to show a thing. I just
kept clamping, squeezing hard as I could, my fingers white with that agonizing
pressure.
And Nina couldn't stand it. Nobody could stand it. Nobody. Until,
watching, I saw Nina's face in awful pain, and Nina's tightly stretching body
was squirming, writhing and squirming in its limited capacity, and Nina's
breath was coming in sharp, panting gasps, gasping with pain. Still I didn't
stop. I went on clamping, only varying my pressure slightly, letting up only
the tiniest bit, and clamping down again still harder. Nina was beginning to
moan, moaning in agony, shaking her head, that straining form straining harder,
writhing, twisting.
"Ask me to stop," I said.
Nina tightened her lips, shaking her head, but still moaning, still
twisting.
"Ask me to stop." Still clamping as hard as I could. Twisting those
nipples now. And Nina writhing, moaning loudly.
"Ask me to stop," I said.
"Nnnn," Nina said. "Nnnnnghh."
"Ask me, Nina. Ask nicely, Nina." Twisting. Clamping. And Nina grinding
her teeth, gasping, groaning. And finally giving in.
"Stop," Nina gasped softly.
"What?" I said. Clamping.
"Stop... stop..." Almost whispering.
"Say it louder," I said.
"Stop," Nina said.
"Again," I said. Nina panting. "Again."
"Stop. Stop. Stop."
"Ask me. Ask me, Nina. Nicely."
"Annnhhh," Nina said. "Ssss... Stop. Please. Please. Please stop.
Please."
"All right," I said. I did.
Nina was panting hard. My hands around her outthrust, heaving breasts.
"You bastard," Nina said, gasping it out. "Oh you filthy scum bastard."
Taut, arching body shaking with rage and pain, trying to catch its breath. I
rubbed those breasts. "Bastard, oh you bastard!"
"That's not nice, Nina. Saying nasty things like that. I want you to
apologize."
Nina said nothing.
"Shall I do that again?" My hands at her nipples.
Nina wanted to keep her mouth tightly closed, but she couldn't. "No."
Whispering.
"What?"
"No. Don't." Hating to say it, hating herself for saying it. Hating me
most.
"Say you're sorry, Nina. Go on. Say it." Fingers rubbing slowly around
the throbbing helpless tender nubs.
"I'm... sorry. All right? Damn you!"
"Nina --"
"I'm sorry. I'm -- I'm sorry."
"Good. That's what I want to hear, Nina. That's how I want you to be.
Always. Now will you sign that contract?"
"Go to hell."
"What?"
"I won't. Not for anything. I don't care what you do to me. You can hurt
me all you want, you can kill me. Go on, kill me if that's what you want to do.
But I won't. I will not. I won't, you dirty filthy -- ohhh Jesus, ohh my god,
aaaahhh! Aaaahhh!"
Nina was shouting and I was twisting her breasts, hard, pulling and
twisting. Nina went on shouting and trying frantically, vainly to push that
arching body still further forward, to allay some of the awful agony I was
giving her. This continued until I tired of it.
It took a while.
Nina was virtually hanging from her wrists now, that pain- wracked body
almost sagging, except that it was stretched so tautly that it couldn't sag,
but had to maintain its arching tightness even when Nina's lusciously curvy
legs wouldn't hold it up. Nina was moaning. Tears of pain ran down that lovely
face, but Nina was still, I knew, stubborn. Hurting Nina was a lot of fun, but
I had to do more to accomplish the signing of that contract, that contract
which would forever put Nina in my thrall. I had to break that spirit, and I
would.
My cock was throbbing with lust and want. I had to have her. I could have
her. I would have her. My Nina.
"Look at you, Nina," I said. "Just look at you now. I can do anything I
want to you, Nina. Anything I want. And you can't stop me. Isn't that right,
Nina? You can't do a thing about it."
"Go to hell!" Nina rasped, gasping, groaning. "I won't sign. That's all.
I won't!"
"That's not all, Nina darling. Not by a long shot. Nina. I want you, you
know. I've always wanted that body. And now I'm going to have it."
Nina was shaking her head, but she knew it was going to happen. "You
bastard, you lousy dirty bastard, don't you touch me!"
I didn't say anything. I just took off my clothes. Just took it all off.
Nina made a sound, turning her head away, a sound of hatred, disgust, rage and
despair. Moving to her again, I put my hands again on that jutting rounded
bosom and I thrust my body against hers, all of my body pressing against that
arching, straining form. And I slid my body back and forth against Nina,
rubbing all of myself against all of her, rubbing my stiff cock against Nina's
thighs. Nina shrank away, but she couldn't shrink, couldn't do anything. She
almost spat at me again. Almost. But she didn't. I pulled away.
"I'll kill you," Nina whispered. "I will, I swear it."
"Nina," I said. "Nina. I'm going to take you, Nina. I'm going to have you
any way I want, for as long as I want. You're going to hate it, and I'm going
to love it. Do you understand what I'm saying, Nina?
Nina didn't say anything. Glaring. Panting. Helpless. Arching toward me.
"I want to see you naked, Nina. And I'm going to, right now."
"I'll kill you."
"Nina. Ask me to take your blouse off. So I can see your beautiful
breasts. Naked breasts. I want you to ask me to do it. Ask me, Nina."
"Go to hell!"
"Ask me to take your blouse off."
"If you think you can --"
"I'll tell you what I think, Nina. I think I can do anything. You know
what I did to those breasts? Remember? That's nothing, Nina. Nothing." I put my
hands on them, clamping, but not hard. Nina took a sharp breath.
"How helpless they are. Just like all of you, Nina. Helpless. Think of
all the things I could do to them. Not just this." Clamping. "That's nothing at
all. Think of that little riding whip, Nina. Think of me whipping them. Again
and again. Do you think you would enjoy that? I would. Oh, I would enjoy it so
much. I'm aroused just thinking about it."
Nina was trying to stay aloof, but I could hear her swallow. Hard.
"That's not all, Nina. Think of metal clamps on your nipples. Not just
fingers. Hard iron, clamping tightly, stronger than a million human fingers,
crushing, mashing."
"Filth," Nina said, so low I could hardly hear it.
"Ask me to take your blouse off, Nina."
Nina said nothing.
"Or think of cigarettes. Burning hot. Think of me putting cigarettes out
on these breasts. All over. Burning into your skin, burning red hot, scorching
and singeing, as I grind the burning tips into your nipples. Think of --"
"Stop. Stop, damn you, stop it."
"Ask me, Nina."
A long pause.
"I'm waiting, Nina."
"All right." So low, so unwilling. "All right. Bastard. You'll do it
anyway."
"That's right. I'll do anything I want to do. Ask me, Nina."
"I -- take --"
"Nicely, Nina."
Nina swallowing. "Please. Oh god. Please... take my blouse off."
"Again. Louder."
"You -- no. No. All right. Please take my blouse off."
"All right. If that's what you want." Smiling at Nina's blazing, hating
eyes. And I did. I took Nina's blouse off. Unbuttoning it down the front.
Slowly. Pulling it apart. Slowly. Nina looking away as I gazed at those naked
round breasts, pushing outward, thrusting toward me, high, firm, smooth, pink
nipples stiff, jutting, quivering. Ripping that blouse away, ripping, pulling
it off, all of it off. Nina bare to the waist, torso straining, luscious,
helpless. Nina looking away, cursing, panting.
I put my hands back on that naked flesh, touching, stroking, possessing.
I put my mouth on Nina's breasts, tasting that soft firmness as Nina moaned
with outrage, tongueing, licking, sucking them into my mouth, and finally
biting, biting hard, biting breast and biting nipples, until Nina was crying
out in pain, biting and sucking and listening to Nina's cries.
Finally stopping.
I was dying to have her. And I was dying to look at the rest of that
body. All naked.
"Look at me, Nina." I was panting now. "Look at me and ask me to take
your skirt off. Do it, Nina."
Nina did it. Unwillingly, painfully, hating it, but she did it, and I
took hold of that dark, high-riding skirt and pulled it down, down over Nina's
long, sensuous, straining legs, down her thighs, past her knees, down those
curving sexy calves. And ripped it from her feet.
Now I could look at Nina's bare legs. A sight that could drive a saint
mad with lust. Thighs so luscious, so voluptuous, so smooth and long. Calves so
intricate, so astoundingly curvy, so fantastically shapely. All of it a
magnificent pair of exquisite legs, calling out to be touched. And hurt. And
had.
I put my hands on those legs, touching, sliding, caressing, stroking,
feeling the strain, the tautness. I slid my hands all up and down them, slowly,
savoring, slowly, touching all of them, inch by inch, slowly, inch by inch, up
and down Nina's thighs, Nina's calves. Up and down.
But I had to have it all. Nina wore a pair of pink panties, it was all
that was left of her clothing, and I quickly got rid of them, ripping them from
her loins. Nina gave a whimper, a tiny sound of loss, and Nina was naked. And
gorgeous. And I had to have her, just as she was, stretched and bound, taut and
straining, helpless and hurting.
First I unbound her ankles, retying them far apart, to rings in the floor
again, but far apart, spreading those legs wide. This tightened that arching
body still more, pulling it to its limits, straining that smooth unmarked skin
over bone and muscle, stretching Nina as on a rack; and Nina's long, quivering
legs pulling, straining, more arousing than anything I had ever known.
"No," Nina said as I slid my hands around those thighs, stroking the soft
insides now, higher, higher, savoring, finding what was at their apex. "No," as
I got up, moved toward that open, outstretched body. "Oh god, no," as I found
what I sought, pressing against that body hard, fitting my body to hers,
adjusting my hard stiff seeking cock and finding that soft hidden opening. "No
no no no no --"
And I took her. Nina. Slowly. Taking her. Slowly. Moving into her. Into
Nina. Slowly. Up. Into Nina. Up. In. Standing flush up against Nina's arching,
writhing body and probing all the way into it. Into Nina. Up. Up. All the way
up and in.
And I had her.
I had my Nina.
Nina was sobbing softly, crying and gasping and damning me. And I took
her, slowly, taking my time, moving inside her, in and out, slowly, in and out,
rubbing my body against hers, thrilling to each sensation, moving so slowly,
and listening to Nina softly sobbing. As I took her I looked at that pretty
twisting face, but Nina was looking away.
"Look at me, Nina."
Nina didn't.
"Look at me, I said." I put my hands on her breasts, clamping the
nipples.
Nina slowly looked at me. Pain and hatred in her gaze.
I thrust hard at her. "I'm taking you, Nina," I said, probing her eyes
with mine. "I'm taking you, I'm doing it to you, I'm raping you, ravishing your
body, I'm having my way with you, Nina. As I said I would. And you can't do
anything about it, can you, Nina darling? Not a damn thing. Nothing."
And Nina spat at me again.
"Nina," I said softly. "I want you to kiss me. Right on the mouth, Nina."
Nina turned away from me.
"Is that right?" I said. And I put my hand around Nina's body and took a
fistful of that long brown hair, soft lovely brown hair falling down her back.
And I pulled on it. As hard as I could. So that Nina's head was pulled
backwards, and Nina cried out in pain as her head was forced back, and still I
pulled, until Nina was looking up at that hook in the ceiling, straining and
crying out, scalp in agony, body writhing with protesting shock. Holding Nina
that way as I still went on taking her, and at last loosening my grip on that
hair, so Nina could look at me. But I still held it, and now twisted hard so
that Nina had to keep looking at me, unable to turn away.
"Now," I said, twisting, bringing moans of agony from Nina's throat.
"Now. Kiss me, Nina. On the mouth." Twisting. "Kiss me good."
It took a few moments. Nina holding back. Me twisting. Hard. And Nina did
it. Bringing that soft, trembling mouth to my lips. Putting her soft luscious
lips on mine. And kissing me. As I kept her that way, still twisting that hair,
still moving in and out of that body. Kissing. Kissing. And when I opened my
mouth, inviting Nina's sweet tongue, and Nina holding back, hesitating,
unwilling, and I twisted and ground into her and took hold of that nipple with
my other hand, that slow tongue inched forward, into my waiting mouth, sliding
so slowly into my mouth, moving in my mouth, Nina sobbing against my lips,
probing my mouth, obeying my commands, moving.
And I ground against Nina's tight, taut, stretching, straining,
thrusting, arching, shaking, squirming, writhing, twisting body and I came,
hard and strong, shooting up into her, up into Nina's guts, spurting again and
again and again and again, wanting to spurt into Nina forever, and shot all I
had into her, and it was through.
And I at last pulled out and away from her, and Nina was crying and
sobbing and panting and gasping, and I said, "Sign that contract, Nina."
And Nina said, "No."
"No?"
"Kill me. Kill me. I won't do it. You rotten filty bastard, I don't care
what you do now, I'll never do it, so kill me. Dirt. Scum. Filth. Filth!"
"What a mouth," I said. "But it's a beautiful mouth. And I want you to
use it. On my penis."
Nina vomited.
"Poor Nina," I said. I got things and cleaned it up and got rid of it.
Then I said, "Nina, I am going to hurt you now. I'm going to enjoy doing it.
And it's going to get me all excited again. Watching your pain. Listening to
your screams. Hurting your wonderful body. I'm going to hurt you very badly,
and for a long time. And you will beg me to stop, promising to do anything I
say, anything at all. You will, Nina. You will. And finally, finally, Nina, you
will use that mouth on my penis, you will suck my cock as long as I want you
to, and then you will sign that contract. Okay, Nina?"
"I will not," Nina said. But Nina was shaking.
I got out a carton of cigarettes. A full carton. And I took all the packs
and piled them up. "I'll use all of it, Nina. If that's what it takes."
And I did.
A pack on her right breast.
A pack on her left breast.
A pack on her right thigh.
A pack on her left thigh.
A pack on her right calf.
A pack on her left calf.
A pack on her right buttock.
A pack on her left buttock.
A pack on her stomach.
A pack on her arms.
A pack on her feet.
Two packs on her back.
Two packs for me to smoke while I did it.
Two more packs on her thighs.
One pack for her vagina.
And one more pack to finish off each of her breasts again.
Nina tried to contain her pain, but it was no use. Nina screamed
delightfully. Screaming as I ground hot cigarette tips into her nipples.
Yelling and howling as the burning tips kissed that soft flesh. Shrieking as
again and again I brought my burning cigarette into contact with that
shrinking, twisting, helplessly arching body, those outthrust breasts, the long
smooth thighs. And always saying the same thing. "Will you suck my cock, Nina?"
Above Nina's screams of agony. "Will you do it, Nina? Will you suck my cock?"
"Don't," Nina said, and "Stop. God, stop, no more," and finally, "Please.
Please don't, please, I can't, please god oh please," and, "Oh Jesus god my
Jesus I can't for god's sake lord help me kill me please no more oh no oh
please no don't Jesus god I'm begging you no no no NO NO NO AAAAAAAH. No AAGGH
ONONOAAAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE."
"Will you suck my cock, Nina?"
And at last Nina broke.
My Nina broke.
I had broken her.
"Yes," Nina sobbed.
"What?"
"Yes. Yes. I'll do it. I will. Yes. Stop. Yes. Please stop. Yes."
"Tell me what you'll do, Nina."
"I will, please, all right, I will, I'll do it."
"What, Nina?"
"I'll suck your cock, I'll do it, you filthy bastard, I'll suck your
cock, I'll suck your cock, I will, please stop, please take me down I can't --"
"All right, Nina. Say please let me suck your cock. Beg for it, Nina. Go
on."
A long silence.
Another cigarette.
"Please! All right, please, I'm begging, please let me suck your cock,
please let me suck your cock, please please please."
"And you'll sign that contract, won't you, Nina?"
Nothing from Nina but sobbing.
"Nina?" I lit a cigarette.
"No! Yes. I will. I will, I will, I will, I will, yes, I will, I'll do
it, I'll sign, please let me sign, yes, I will, I'll sign it, I will. I will. I
will. I will."
And I took Nina down at last. Unbound her. I was hard and stiff. I lay
down on the floor on my back, across the room. I said, "Crawl, Nina. Crawl to
me."
And Nina did. On her hands and knees. Crawling. Crying. Crawling toward
my body.
"Start at my feet. Kiss them. All over."
And Nina did that. Shaking lips on my skin, sobbing, kissing.
"Lick. Lick my legs. Slowly upward. Slowly. Kissing and licking."
Nina did. Kissing, licking. Slowly moving upward. Up my thighs.
I told Nina what to do. And Nina did it all. All of it. Just as I said.
Nina kissing my throbbing cock. Licking it all over. Rubbing that mouth around
it. Sobbing. Crying. Broken.
"And now, Nina. Take it in your mouth. Slowly."
And Nina did. Taking it slowly into that trembling soft warm mouth.
"Slowly, Nina. That's it. In. All the way. Down. Slowly. Go on. All the
way down. All of it. All. That's it, Nina."
Nina filling that mouth with my cock, choking on it, gagging on it,
strangling on it, and I had her stay that way, and at last I told her to suck
me. Slowly. Up and down, slowly, licking, tongueing. And Nina did it. That
mouth. Up and down. Up. Down. Licking. Kissing. Sucking. Hair bobbing. Head
moving slowly. Up, down. Doing what I said. Up and down. Breasts shaking.
Kneeling at my body. Moaning in pain and shame and humiliation and final
despair. Slowly sucking my cock. Up and down. Obeying. Debasing that body. That
spirit.
And finally I had to give it up into that sweet sucking mouth, and I
said, "Now, Nina, take it, darling Nina, take it all, here it is, Nina, now!"
And I shot it into Nina's mouth, shot it down Nina's throat, and Nina was
choking and gagging and I said, "Swallow it, Nina, swallow it all, Nina," and
Nina was swallowing, gulping and gagging and swallowing, and I shot it all and
Nina swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, Nina, taking it all, rolling away
from me, vomiting again.
I brought her back and put that contract on the floor and put Nina on her
stomach and had her take my cock into her mouth again, and hold it in her mouth
as she signed that contract, arms stretching across me to sign it. And Nina
signed. With my cock in her mouth, stretching, sobbing, Nina signed and Nina is
mine for always now.
Ah...
