Tightly Bound

The sound of somebody's breathing and the warmth of their body woke Erin from her slumber. She woke up with a start and looked about her, she could feel somebody's presence nearby, the warmth of their body radiating its heat out towards her, warming her against the cold unforgiving concrete. The room of the basement was bathed in silver light, cast from the moon giving it an almost ethereal appearance. Looking about her she spotted the figure of Natasha curled up on the floor nearby. Her clothes looked tattered and torn as they hung twisted and loose upon her frail body. But her face looked peaceful and asleep, her mouth slightly open as she breathed in and out. The movement of her diaphragm moving up and down the only indication that she was alive. Crawling over to her cautiously, so as not to wake her Erin curled up besides the sleeping form of Natasha. Her naked body against hers as she wrapped her arms around her pulling her towards her. Natasha stirred slightly but didn't object to Erin's arms around her as they both fell back to sleep, peaceful and at ease with each other. Erin had finally found solace, and it was in the arms of Natasha.

Unfortunately for Erin though, sleep did not give her the solace she had hoped to find. Her dreamless sleep was now plagued by nightmares of the master chasing her down like a pack of dogs after its victim. Chasing her tirelessly, always upon her heels. The sound of his breath reverberating in her eardrums as he chased her tirelessly, slowly getting closer and closer as she tired more and more, her legs feeling heavy as if it were being held down by lead weights until her faltered steps tumbled to the floor. Sending her sprawling to the floor as she felt him pounce upon her, tearing apart her body in a feeding frenzy. Her screams of agony filling her ears then silence.

Erin woke up panting. Her face and body was covered in sweat, which was quickly growing icy cold in the dank atmosphere of the basement. She felt the warmth of Natasha who had sat up upon hearing Erin's cries of pain. Stroking Erin's head like a mother would to a child; Erin slowly lay back down in Natasha's lap as Natasha continued to caress her hair.

The bright sunlight and the sound of the birds chirping heard faintly from the basement woke Erin from her slumber. Natasha was awake too, but silent as she stared out towards the window. A faraway look was in her eyes. With an effort Erin got off Natasha's lap and stood up unsteadily, the dull ache in her back was still present, but not as severe as it was the past few days. Natasha was still sitting in the same position but was now looking at Erin with a faraway look in her eyes. Erin seated herself down in front of Natasha and picked up a cold piece of toast from the tray besides her, at least master hadn't deprived them of food she thought to herself wearily as she continued to eat, chewing the food nonchalantly. After some time Erin looked up, Natasha was still staring at her with that same look in her eyes.

"Are you ok?" Erin asked Natasha, her stare beginning to unnerve her.

"I'm sorry. It must not custom to stare. In my country stare convey wishes, unveil desires about person. It used arouse, but used pacify. I observing sunlight off hair. Angel appearance. Forgive me. My staring. You feel... uncomfortable." Natasha replied her pronunciation of the words thick with her accent.

Erin blushed, she did not feel uncomfortable, but rather felt embarrassed how easily Natasha complimented her appearance. Deciding to change her subject Erin asked a question that had been bugging her for some time.

"How long have you been imprisoned in this.... Place?" Erin asked blatantly. Not being able to find a word to describe her habitat.

"Imprisoned? Such strange word. I 'serve' master long I remember. I free, but I no reason to. I not live 'society', my life ruled many rules." Natasha replied, her eyes fixing from Erin's hair to her face.

Erin fell silent, as she could not think of anything to reply to Natasha's strange answer. After some time Erin replied in a quiet voice.

"I'm sorry about last night. I didn't know that he would punish you the way he did because of something that I..."

An awkward silence descended as the two looked at each other; Natasha smiled weakly and moved towards Erin into her embrace as the two hugged. Finding comfort in each others embrace as they began to rock back and forth, the silence broken by Erin's silent weeping. Natasha cooed into Erin's ear whispering softly. Controlling her sobs, Erin began to talk aloud, her voice quavering slightly with emotions.

"...So much pain and suffering. I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I would never hurt you. Please..."

"Silence." Natasha replied, tilting her head up so that they were eye to eye.

Erin's eyes were red and swollen as she looked up at Natasha. The two regarded each other for some time, then Natasha leaned forwards towards Erin, her eye's closing as their lips met. Erin closed her eyes as her mouth flowered open, welcoming Natasha. At first it was awkward as they fumbled around, but as their passions grew so did their confidence. Natasha began to softly stroke Erin's face as they continued to caress, Erin's tongue exploring the dark crevices of Natasha's mouth, enjoying her faint flavour as Natasha's tongue explored Erin as well, the feeling of their tongues sliding against each other a strange sensation for Erin. Strange yet arousing. She had never felt attracted to someone like she did at the moment to Natasha.

Climbing out of her tattered clothes, Natasha stood in front of Erin naked. Her body was beautifully proportioned from her small dark erect nipples and to her neatly trimmed bush, the thin dark curls disappearing to a point in between her satin legs. Erin looked up and down her body, savouring it with her eyes and drinking her in. Erin's hand was stroking Natasha's calf, enjoying the silky smoothness of her skin. Just as Natasha was about to sit back down into Erin's embrace, Erin asked her if she could see her wounds from the other night's punishment. Natasha obliged with a smile, turning her back and sitting back down on her knees.

The light was bright and Erin could clearly see the markings wear the whip had broken her skin, leaving small black lines where the blood had already dried up. The surrounding skin was blue or yellow, depending on the deepness of the bruising. Erin began to sob again when she saw this as she began to chant over and over again.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

Erin's fingertips trailed over the bruised skin ever so gently as Natasha stiffened slightly. Leaning forward, Erin began to kiss her wounds, ever so gently at first, using nothing except her hot breath exhaled upon the wound, but slowly more when she realised that it wasn't hurting Natasha as she began to lick at the dried up wounds. The faint metallic taste of her blood filling her mouth as she softly licked at the wounds and surrounding bruises. Natasha softly groaned as Erin continued her descent down her back, healing her wounds with her tongue as she went. Until she finished at the base of her spine. Natasha was moaning softly now as she was last night as her hands gently touched herself, feeling her dampness with her fingers. Parting her knee's, Natasha raised her buttocks off the ground, Erin manoeuvred herself so that her face was directly ontop of Natasha. With gentle ease, Erin pulled Natasha onto her face, her tongue parting her and tasting her, she tasted of cloves and mangoes as Natasha continued to tongue at her loins, setting them on fire. Natasha felt Erin's tongue slide deep inside her and groaned, her thigh muscles tensing unexpectedly. Erin continued to drink from Natasha with her tongue until she came. Her orgasm sounding more intense than last night as her moans filled the room, her thighs tensing and rocking against Erin's tongue.

Sitting up shakily, she extricated herself from Erin's tongue, reuniting her own tongue with Erin's as they shared Natasha's juices between the two of them. Beckoning Erin to do as she bid, Erin turned over onto her back so that she was lying on the cold concrete floor, not one of the most comfortable positions to be in Erin thought to herself as she regretfully obliged, exposing her back to Natasha. With the softest touch Natasha ran her fingertips around each bruise, she felt her warmth flow from her as she trailed her fingertips over Erin's purpled back, entering her where she hurt the most. Natasha's head bent down and she felt her mouth open up against her bruises and grazes, feeling her tongue run across her bare skin like satin. Its pressure and warmth flowing out from her, then nothing, as if her painful memories that had lingered in those painful places were exorcised from her mind. Erin felt her warmth building through her weary body, strengthening her in so many different ways that she couldn't even begin to count as her tongue continued its way down her back. As Natasha reached the base of her spine, Erin couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation as she felt her long hair fan her naked thighs. Erin's thighs were already damp as its heat rose to her face causing her to look flushed. Gently parting her legs, Erin felt Natasha's soft tongue against her thin mound of pubic hair then the feeling of her tongue against her flesh as it parted her lips and began to explore her, from the inside. Erin's breathing became harsh as Natasha continued to gently drive her tongue deeper and deeper into her until Erin thought that it touched her core. Moaning loudly and uncontrollably Erin's loins tensed as her pleasure soared from deep down, travelling up through her body, to the tips of the hairs upon her head.

Natasha and Erin lay intertwined for some time, breathless and basking in the afterglow of their copulation. After some time Natasha rolled towards Erin, her mouth on her ear as she whispered into her ear.

"word advice. You want survive, Let go life, let go dreams, let go all. Belong him now. He kill when wishes. Only then let go.. Only then breathe. Only when broken, you begin rebuild."

Erin tensed, this was the last thing that she had expected from Natasha, the sudden brutality of her cryptic message flooded back the painful memories of reality. Lying on her back staring at the ceiling, Erin had never felt so out of control in her life. There was no god; there was no little guardian angel to keep her from danger. There was no happy ending where the witch gets cooked in the oven and the children run back home. With these disturbing revelations playing in the back of her mind she curled up next to Natasha and fell into a deep dreamless post coital sleep.