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Scarlett's mind was retreating into a fog of desire but the small part of her brain that still processed rational thought started scheming. In the new world of honesty she promised herself, she admitted in her mind that she was determined to tempt Henrik into taking her by force.
The deviousness of her own mind surprised her, but she quickly solidified her to thoughts: Henrik is the most powerful man in Newdawn. I can get him into my power. I can gain influence over him. He is my route to building a long-term future in Newdawn. It doesn't hurt that I am increasingly obsessed by the idea of him taking me by force. If I can tempt him to break his vow of decency and respect for my body, I will win on both counts.
Scarlett couldn't help grinning with the deviousness of her plan. As Henrik released her nipples, she looked demurely at him and said, as innocently as she could: "Of course, now that I have signed your contract, I am hardly likely to be allowed to keep my clothes on. There is part of my body you have missed."
As she said this she glanced down at her pussy lips and then back at Henrik. He got her meaning immediately, hesitated and then clearly saw the logic of what she said. Thankfully, he didn't seem to question her motives at all.
As enticingly as she felt she could get away with, she wiggled her hips and slowly, sexily drew her panties down her legs, letting them drop to her feet before she stepped out of them. Of course, he had seen her naked and in much more obsence postures than this. But something about the privacy and the shift in power balances made this brief strip show even more laden with sexual tension.
She spread her legs, and leaned back on a table behind her to give him full access. Henrik made a futile attempt to retain the pretence that he was stroking her engorged pussy lips only to protect her from the sun, but as soon as he felt the pools of lubrication his inner animal took over.
Scarlett felt the delicious sensations of his finger scraping over her clit. As he did this a second then a third time, she pushed her hips forward as a signal for him to increase pressure on her clit. He took this signal readily, and was soon rubbing against her clit as hard as she wanted.
With his other hand, one finger and then two caressed the length of her pussy before sliding deep inside her. Using both hands, he applied intense pressure to the whole clitoral region, and she felt the familiar waves of orgasm gently approaching.
All power play was put to one side in Scarlett's mind; she felt her raw sexuality in complete control once again and, on instinct, she reached for Henrik's cock, feeling its rigid girth in her hands.
But as soon as she gripped his cock, it was as if a warning light had gone off in Henrik's head. With an obviously gargantuan effort of will, Henrik tore his eyes from her pussy and removed both his hands in order to uncurl her fist from his cock. "No!" he said gruffly, although with noticeably more reluctance and less conviction than when he had said it earlier.
"You are not my fucktoy, remember. I am here to protect you."
Mewling with frustration, she nevertheless knew that she had lost this particular battle, even if she was determined to win the overall war.
"Thank you for putting cream all over me," she said innocently, smiling sweetly as she did so, even though she knew exactly what image that would plant in his head.
She put her panties and jumper dress back on and found her sun hat. Reflecting on how quickly she had come to see Henrik's hut as a safe haven, she nevertheless realised that she was ravenous and parched. If she was to feed herself and find water, she would need to venture back out into Newdawn.
Imagining what she might need to do in order to bargain for that food and water caused the barely contained lust in her head to rise to the surface once more and so, with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, she took a deep breath and stepped outside the hut.
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More to come! This story (and particularly the relationship between Scarlett and Henrik) took an unexpected turn as I was writing it - I'd love your feedback on how the power dynamics between Scarlett and Henrik might develop. As always, if you like the story please do rate it - I love seeing the feedback. Thanks!
- COMMENTS
Horrborradventureover 1 year agoAuthor@James - really appreciate the second comment, thanks. I've thought about the idea you suggest, but despite being fantasy, I'm trying to keep the realism. Jeff washing up seems a little difficult to make work in the plotline!
JamesBlondeover 1 year agoone more thought for part 3 or 4 - a super fun kink would be if her erstwhile husband washed up on the island - to find her being used as the sex slave and cum repository for the entire population. You could have fun with his reactions and the interplay between her, him and the Archer. I can imagine a scenario where he is forced to watch as she's gang-fucked, then has to clean up her pussy and ass hole with his mouth ... before the next set of men use her. Just a thought :)
Horrborradventureover 1 year agoAuthor@James - thanks! There is something you might like coming up - not exactly what you've requested, but I think you'll enjoy it...just got to find time to write the thing now!
JamesBlondeover 1 year agoLove this story. Would love to see Scarlett have her pushy shaved and more details about her labia, clit and bulbs. I can see her clit getting pierced as a sign of ownership - and nipples.
Horrborradventureover 1 year agoAuthor@anonymous 1 annd 2 - thanks!
@Whackdoodle - point taken, and much appreciated. I am still relatively new to writing, and do try to get the scenarios 'right' but its a tricky balance. You'll notice in the first part that it is only as Scarlett approaches the island that she drinks the last of her water and loses her clothes; in my mind the dehydration, sunburn and starvation are in prospect, rather than in full force. That's why she has to make the decisions she does. And as for bathing - remember she stocked up the raft (including with soap) and has been surrounded by water for a month. However, I'm well aware that what is in my own mind might not have come across on the page!
