Subject: FANTASIA: The Contract  (nc, bondage, pain etc)
From: an117711@anon.penet.fi

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                        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... 
