The Contract by Sarah Fisher

compelling pull of her sex.
    "Whatever you have to offer me."

Chapter 4
    Emily Lawrence was woken by a gentle touch on her shoulder; the merest fleeting caress.
    Instantly conscious, she needed no time to collect her thoughts or struggle to remember what had happened to her. As she woke to the fearful darkness created by the thin mask she knew exactly where she was. She remembered the command to remain silent unless spoken to and struggled to stop herself from asking who was there, instead she strained to listen for clues. Her face and head felt desperately hot and uncomfortable under the rubber and her nipples and sex felt raw and vulnerable from being pierced.
    After a few seconds she felt gentle hands undoing her wrist restraints, the movements accompanied by soft tuneless humming. A hand stroked her collar, there was a clicking sound, and then a soft tug.
    "Come with me. We'll wash you now," said a foreign sounding female voice. The unseen woman re-enforced her invitation with a sharp tug on the collar.
    Emily unfolded her body and put her feet on the floor. Her full bladder ached. The tug came again and she guessed that it was perhaps a leash fixed to the loop in her collar. Gingerly she took two small steps, hands in front of her.
    Her companion laughed. "We'll never get there if you go so slowly. Here -" Emily felt a small cool hand linking though her arm. "I'll show you. I'd forgotten you can't see."
    They walked arm in arm out into what sounded like a corridor, where Emily had walked the night before and then – still at a snail's pace – into another room. With every step Emily was conscious of the chains, afraid to snag or catch them, she walked as if she were on broken glass. Firm small hands guided her onto a bench and she heard another snick of metal on metal.
    "Close your eyes." said the voice. "It will be very bright when I take this off." Emily complied as the mask was rolled back off her face. The cold air hit her moist sweating skin like a soft kiss. She moaned with relief as the pressure was relieved and instantly wondered if she was going to be punished. Opening her eyes she looked straight into the face of a small oriental girl, dressed in a clinical smock. Her companion smiled.
    "Better?"
    Emily nodded, unsure whether the question demanded an answer. They were in a large white-tiled bathroom. By the door was a man in uniform who was watching the two women without interest. Ahead of her were shower cubicles and open lavatory stalls – neither had any doors. Beside her, snaking away from the collar on her neck, was a long length of chain that was secured into a large ring complete with a small lock. It was so high on the wall that she could only assume her diminutive walker had given the security guard the chain as they came in – she certainly wouldn't be able to reach it herself.
    The girl smiled again. "My name is Kai. You can wash and then I'll do these -" Her tiny quick silver hands cupped Emily's nipples, touching the silver rings. Emily flinched. The girl pulled a face. "It's all right. I'll make them feel better. Lie back a little." Carefully she removed the chain that linked each ring. As the links moved through rings Emily bit her lips, praying that they didn't snag.
    Emily's body chain removed, Kai indicated the shower and the toilets. Emily glanced at the impassive face of the guard, wondering whether she could bring herself to use the lavatory while being watched. The neck chain was long enough to allow her to move freely around the room. Finally she realised that she had no choice and walked into the toilet stall, averting her eyes until she was done.
    The warm water in the shower was sheer bliss. She let it course down over her, draining away the aches and pains of the previous day. It seemed almost impossible that her life could change so dramatically in less than twenty four hours. She was reluctant to climb out of the cubicle until finally Kai switched off the water.
    "If you lie