The final piece of the jigsaw. This was why he was healing faster than natural. The doctors here did more than touch, they healed with that touch.
Magic? People back on Earth had made similar claims, but Ari – she was supposed to be a physician. He’d bet her anti-cock power was connected to being able to heal. The rumors that she was bad at doctoring...those now made sense. She must suspect this.
The healing triggered a new wave of fatigue.
After the doc left, a slave brought an evening meal. Since he wasn’t sure he was strong enough to keep Ari from falling into the abyss of the toilet if she tripped, he organized for others to lead her there and back. When they brought her back, he took charge of the chain and her at the door then towed her to the bed.
He had her stand there while he sat.
His never-ending poking of her, taunting her into arousal, making her use that power until whatever well within her was exhausted...he would do this despite his own fatigue.
He was sure those cock-numbing ripples had lessened. His cock thought so too. Ideas, it had ideas again, and rose when he touched her skin, starting at her hip and feathering his fingers down her side.
Goose bumps, he felt goose bumps. She flinched, and he wondered if this tickled. With thumb at the front, over her mound, his fingers pushed between her thighs, taking control of the territory of her ass.
Ass territory was good. “Your pussy is at mouth height.”
She grunted, frowning. Frowning was bad, he supposed, yet he liked it too.
It said defiance. Defiance spurred him on.
With the chain in his hand, backing away was unwise, yet she tried. He tugged at her neck, reminding her he had the chain. She didn’t raise a hand to smack at him and didn’t spit or swear.
Progress.
He’d only smack her harder than she ever could. He turned her like a carousel, wrapping the chain around her below her butt and above, turned her until her pussy was again before him. His tongue tip touched her clit.
Silence fell. All her small sounds, her breathing, the movement of her feet, were on pause.
At her back, he trapped her hands with chain and his fingers while he nuzzled and licked.
Then he checked her face. Her mouth was partly open, and he thought he detected a mild sort of astonishment. No man had ever licked at her pussy before, obviously.
Again, he sneaked out his tongue until it was in full view of this surprised girl and licked her again – from the lowest part of her slit he could reach, to her clit, and above. After a while, she shoved herself toward him. Her breaths came faster, rougher.
He lowered his mouth, engulfed the swollen button, and licked some more.
When he paused, he found her swaying, her tongue tip stuffed out between lips in an unconscious replica of a wet pussy.
“Any words to say?” Teasing only. He knew she’d not want to talk. He switched his grip to keep her wrists trapped at her back with only one hand and pushed her thighs apart with his spare hand, wriggling a digit upward, along, slipping in slickness, parting her lower lips and...up.
Tight, if well lubricated. Though for a virgin she was not as difficult to penetrate as expected. He wondered at the sex toys she might have used. Had she stuck anything up there and masturbated? Did they have those on Aerthe? Even the ancient Egyptians had made them.
Then...she moaned, distinctly moaned, her eyelids shuttering down, her body moving into his finger thrusts. He sucked on her again, driving her toward climax.
The events unfolding in her body had suppressed what she did and his cock could almost hit full erection. He could maybe fuck her now. Maybe wasn’t good enough.
If she was a virgin, he should take it slow, theoretically. Really, though, he just wanted more, wanted her unhinged and begging. After her homicidal inclinations, the irony of taking her like this would be spectacular.
Maybe then he’d be over her, could sell her to some dirty great Scav, could move on.
He unwrapped the chain, unplugged her cunt, and brought her into bed again. If she noticed his erection semi-fucking the split of her ass, she still said nothing.
He set to work and brought her closer to orgasm than ever, until she was bucking against his hand and clawing at the bed. Air hissed between her teeth when he let her go, and she turned her face into the bed. He figured she must hate what he was doing and was trying not to come, which only made it easier to keep her on the edge of climax.
Edging her and blowing her mind with a momentous orgasm was precisely his aim.
Saw smiled into her hair. “This I call fucking wet.” He brought his hand up so she could see. Her wetness slicked much of his palm, and when he spread his fingers, there it was, shining in a translucent web.
“Gods, I hate you.”
Her panting heaved her body.
“Yet, look at you, breathing like a fucking piston.” He kissed her beside the chain collar.
“Isn’t there something else you should be doing?”
“I’m healing. This is important to my healing.”
Her derisive snort was more amusing than it would’ve been a day ago, but then he did have her chained and in his bed.
“There are other women. Ones who would welcome you. Leave me be. Please.”
Saw anchored his hand in the chain, tangling some of her hair into the knot of his fingers. He stared at her back. And his answer to that was?
Someone knocked at the door and yelled a question.
“Go away!” he yelled back.
The man laughed. “You fucked that girl yet?” Dayne, he knew the voice, though the man sounded drunk.
“None of your business!”
More laughter. “I thought we were watching!”
“Not this time.”
“Change your mind and you’ll find us in the room with the lights down to the left.” After a last thump on the door, Dayne walked away, the sounds of his footsteps receding.
Yelling had made that post-concussion headache fill his temples again, and his eyes wanted to shut.
With his arm draped over her to keep her where he wanted her, Saw let his eyelids drift down. Soon darkness reigned.
Chapter 11
Now she knew not to go left out the door, and also that straight across the corridor the building had sheared away into that hole. So she’d have to go right...once free of this bastard. For a minute or two, Ari contemplated possible ways to do this.
Being skin to skin with Saw for so long had triggered her physician’s awareness. Rarely did she feel people as she should – she disconnected where she should connect. A became Z. No other physician had ever understood her disability.
A few times, she’d even thought she’d harmed people instead of helping. It was awful.
Very infrequently, she hit a peak. This was one of those times, and it wouldn’t last long. She could heal Saw’s wounds far more than Largo. She could heal him almost fully. It’d take a lot of energy from her, and she’d sleep afterward, be weak.
She’d rather give him a deadly disease.
Maybe that amplified connection was why his touch made her come so easily. The effort to conceal those three little climaxes had been enormous, but she’d clamped down and confined the muscle spasms to the barest twitches. Her uncontrolled breathing – he seemed to think it was merely arousal. Her mouth twisted. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d pleasured her so well.
Touching his hand with hers seemed likely to wake him, so she avoided that. Slowly, Ari wriggled out from under his arm then slid off the bed and into a crouch.
She picked up the key from where he’d dropped it to the floor, unfolded her legs, and stood. A few deft backward steps, watching...watching. He was sleeping and seemed unaware she’d left him.
Should she try to incapacitate him? Chain him up instead of her? The stickiness on her inner thighs made her grimace. If only she could throttle him.
Touching him was fraught with difficulties and danger
. If he caught her, she’d find it impossible to easily escape. Another day, two, and he’d be bouncing about and strong, and thinking clearer. Saw was so confident in his abilities but hadn’t figured out the injuries from the blast were hampering him – he hadn’t tied her down and had left the key almost beside her hand, just a few feet below.
Smarter to leave him be.
She unlocked the chain from her neck, though she had to mostly feel for the lock hole to get the key in. Even when the chain clinked as she lowered it, he didn’t stir.
Sleeping like a baby.
She shut her eyes. Clothes. His would have to do. Get them on the way to the door, then out the door, go right, get dressed when she found a safe place, and hope she could find a way out of this labyrinth of a city. The buildings must’ve toppled into each other when a swathe swept past and buried them. Whatever, whyever, the Scavs were here, she didn’t care.
Get a vehicle. Get home.
They guarded their vehicles as if they were precious children.
Okay, get a jagg and get home. Even an untrained mid-adult would be big enough. Except riding a wild one was going to be dangerous.
Fuck. She scooped up the fork from the food tray – it was the only weapon available – and went to the door clutching it with the clothes over her shoulder.
She’d plan the larger journey once outside.
Getting out was first. Even dressing might wake the snoring bastard.
He’d had his fingers inside her. She restrained herself from going back and sticking the fork in his dick.
The door. Okay.
She peered at it. The door was off center to the frame. Her eye for perfection and changes clued her in. It was how she’d spotted Saw lifting that key from her guard, whatshisname. Saw had never figured that out.
She smiled despite the task facing her.
The last time the door had been shut it’d made enough noise to wake the dead. The scrape marks on the floor gave her clues. Lift the door as she opened it.
She had to do this to escape.
After one calming breath, she put her hand to the handle and strained upward as she opened the door.
Not a sound was made, apart from the mildest squeak.
Until the handle snapped. It came off in her hand, jarring her wrist. The door thumped into the floor. The handle went spinning through the air then clattering across the floor.
Horrified, she watched the bouncing path of the handle.
The door! Look to the door! This would wake him.
The gap between door and frame was small but enough for her to squeeze through. She flung herself at it, twisting her body and reaching through to the outside corridor with a leg and her head. There was no one outside to stop her. Wriggling, she discovered her breasts were at the widest part of her.
A grunt from Saw and the rattle of the bed supports said he was coming.
Frantic, expecting him to grab her, she squeezed fully out, almost falling but only dropping to one knee. She scrambled to stand and run.
The door grated. His fist closed over her ankle. She lashed out with her other leg, but it was too far to reach him, so she threw the fork.
It bounced off the door then off his arm. He actually laughed, but his eyes, fuck, those had a demon look in them.
She put every bit of power she had into pulling her leg from his hold, shaking, tugging.
He dragged her backward while ripping open the door fully, creating a terrible groan and shriek and leaving blue gouged into the floor. She saw the blue as she was whisked across. Her chin had bounced but he’d let go of her ankle, and she put her hands under her to push off, found the fork flipping out from under her fingers.
Outrun him. Even now she could do this.
“Not so fucking fast.” A foot landed beside her and his hand crunched in on the top of her head, wrenching a huge area of her hair into his fist hold. She grabbed the fork and stabbed at his forearm. The tines sank into him, twice, before he swore and plucked the fork from her fingers. Saw sat on her back, ejecting the air from her lungs. He grabbed both her wrists, hauling them inexorably back toward him.
Her shoulders almost dislocated and she shrieked.
No matter what energy she poured into her muscles, it was as if she were made of paper. With her hands caught and trapped at the small of her back, he pulled her to her feet then wrenched her over to the bed.
The whole time she’d been gasping and cursing him, and yet he’d remained silent, apart from when she’d stabbed him.
Scary silent.
Maybe it was because she’d tried to kill him with a fork.
She had hoped to get his eye.
“Kneel.” He kicked the back of her knee, and she crumpled. From the tang, her mouth was bleeding.
“Fuck, you,” she whispered. It seemed a good time to add more swearing.
“Hah. My thought exactly.” He wrapped the chain about her wrists and dragged her to where the stake was in the floor. With a foot on the small of her back, he did more things with the chain – around her neck again, only this time...
When yanked to her feet, she found she had chain connecting her neck to her wrists.
“Come. You wanted to go outside. People want to meet you. Sassik and Dayne for example.” He hustled her along the corridor to the left.
Ahead, a tall and wide doorway spilled light. She had an inkling of his intentions, and dread wormed in her stomach, but still, she hoped.
“Your first time needs to be memorable. Yes?” Hand at the back of her neck, gathering chain, he pulled her through the door that sprouted light.
Wasn’t morning yet. More star windows shone, shafting splinters of a brighter light than the room ones.
“Looks like a party.”
She heard the smile in his voice, but seeing that he was exhibiting both her and him naked to a whole bunch of Scavs, this wasn’t what she’d call a happy time. If her heart beat any faster, any harder, she’d be bruised on the inside.
“Hello there!” he called.
She wanted to spit on him again as the crowd roared a greeting. Crowd? She looked about, fear clogging her veins. Four men.
Four too many.
She glimpsed scarred metal in a back corner and realized the JI-mech was here. Weirdly that made this worse – as if it were a child and not to be exposed to this sordid spectacle.
“This one’s a virgin, and I figured fucking her in public was how to make this the best. She just tried to run away then attacked me with a fork, so please stay and watch.”
He wouldn’t. Stupid. Of course he would. Every part of her shook, and she shut her eyes.
Hiding wasn’t going to work this time.
There were cheers and hoots as he hauled her to a decrepit chair padded with all manner of stuff – cloths and cushions. Then he made her lean over, so the top of the chair’s back rested under her breasts. She hung her head so her hair cascaded forward and shielded her, until Saw gripped her there and craned back her neck.
“This might hurt.” Grit scraped through his words. “I hope.”
His cock prodded at her, slipped partly into her entrance despite her desperate attempts to squirm to the side. That tingle, that swelling of lust as he’d pushed in, it frightened her. Climaxing made you vulnerable. That his fingers and tongue alone had made her come, she feared what this might do.
“Please. Don’t.” The croak in her voice was deplorable.
“I wanted to do this the nice way. You don’t seem to understand nice.”
If ever there was a time she needed her power to kill his erection, it was now. Of course it failed her.
Then he shoved in, a long way, pain split her, he split her. Nothing had ever felt like this. A man inside her. The raw touch of his flesh at her very core consumed the pain and shrouded her mind. Sensation blotted thought. She was melting, her soul, her heart, whatever made her her, was vanishing.
“Perhaps I should go?”
Distraught, rocked by his vic
ious thrusts into a place she feared and yet craved, she dully recognized the speaker.
The mech.
“Stay or go. Your choice.” Voice thick, Saw fucked her. He fucked her as deeply as he could, forcing her forward but pulling her up by the hold in her hair and his fingers anchored in her shoulder. The excess length of chain, pooled partly on chair, partly on floor, tinkled where it rattled to and fro in time with the shunting of her body.
She choked as he rammed in again. Then he withdrew until he was barely inside and his fingers reached beneath, swirling in the moisture there, poking inside her, probing at her clit, massaging.
“Going to come this time?” he asked.
She choked, coughed, and laughed, almost all at once. “I did before, you fool. You just never knew.” Oh the irony. She’d had to throw that at him, her secret, though it might’ve been foolish.
“You need these.” New hands grabbed at her breasts, though whose they were she couldn’t see. They lock-pinched her nipples in little metal jaws with weights swinging from them. Gaping, she moaned at the small agonies that burst from those pincers – agonies that flowed along her betraying nerves to where he did foul things between her legs. His cock, those pinching jaws...
Mouth opened wide, she groaned, the room disappearing as her eyes rolled up.
“I will stay then,” said the mech. His voice echoed.
Her muscles began to stiffen as a climax loomed, her toes stretching, digging into floor. Her pussy clenched inward, holding onto cock, spasming. No. She couldn’t and must not...
He opened her, opened her fully with a thrust that bore in, thickness carving her.
She shuddered, crying out as the orgasm tore a hole in her vulnerability and obliterated her innocence in one throat-rasping roar of blood. The harsh sound behind her as Sawyer came penetrated her consciousness. He speared into her one last time.
That burgeoning swell within her could only be his cum.
Torn down into a mere puddle of flesh, she hung over the chair, gasping, when he released her and pulled out. Wetness dripped down her legs.
“I had heard that humans make the Aerthe people feel a greater orgasm when they are each subjected to sex. Is this so?”
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