Strangers on a Train
Title: Strangers on a Train
Fandom: Alias
Characters: Sydney Bristow, OCs
Rating: R
Orientation: Het
Word Count: 899
Prompt: Caning
Sydney looked over her shoulder. Through the window of the door that separated the cars, she could see people moving aside as her pursuer made his way through the crowded club car, searching for her. Damnit. She was running out of train, and it would be almost three hours before they reached the extraction point. Luckily, he knew only that he was searching for a female agent and not what she looked like.
Trying compartment doors, she found one that was unlocked and slipped inside. She pulled up short, staring in surprised shock at the naked woman that was handcuffed to the luggage rack. Across her ass and thighs, Sydney could see raised red and purple welts. The welts were obviously delivered by the cane held in the hand of the man that was now regarding her with curiosity.
Her knees went weak as she stared. Her tongue darted out and she licked her lips, imagining that she was the one cuffed there. She had just accidentally walked into one of her favorite erotic fantasies.
“The door was open,” she managed to squeak out.
“Purposely. Do you perhaps like what you see?” the man asked in heavily accented English as he bent the cane between his hands. The woman raised her head and gazed over at Sydney with a sappy, dopey expression of bliss. Sydney felt a wave of jealous lust; she wanted that, she wanted that bliss.
Silently, Sydney nodded and took a step forward, and then another. “Please?” She had a couple of hours to kill, and a scene here with these strangers would provide her with cover. She held her wrists out to the man, who smiled and gave a nod.
He quickly un-cuffed the woman and helped her to lie down across the bench seat of the compartment and quickly rubbed some cream from a tube he took from his pocket over her ass. Turning back, he expertly cuffed Sydney with two sets of handcuffs and stretched her arms up over her head and attached the cuffs to the edge of the luggage rack. She could easily get loose if she wanted to; he had not done the cuffs tightly, and she could squeeze her thumb in and tug her hands free, should the need arise. She had been in far worse predicaments unwillingly and gotten out of them.
The man, who did not give her his name, undid the button and tugged Sydney’s black skirt and thong-style panties down and off, leaving her clad in her pale pink blouse and thigh high stockings. “If you wish me to stop, you will say ‘red’, yes?”
“Red, yes.” She nodded her head, the bright blonde strands of her long wig falling forward over her shoulders.
She heard the delicious sound of the reed cutting the air as he did a few warm up swaths, likely done for her benefit as he had clearly had enough of a warm up on the other woman. The first light strike landed perfectly across her butt cheeks. She jerked forward, smiling at the sting. This was exactly what she had needed to take away the edge she had been feeling lately. She glanced back and the man smiled at her. The woman was curled on her side on the seat, her eyes closed, with a dreamy smile on her face. Four more swats of the same intensity followed, and soon her entire ass was heated and stinging. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes and sighed in contentment.
The next three, harder, were evenly spaced at the top, middle and bottom of her ass. As the third hit, she heard the compartment door open. Someone gave a gruff, embarrassed, hurried apology and the door snapped shut again. Sydney was slipping into a lovely haze of pleasure-pain and vaguely hoped it had been the agent that had been following her that had opened the door and then rushed out again.
The man moved forward and ran his hand lightly over the welts. “Good, yes? Hot skin.” He pressed his palm in more heavily, causing Sydney to gasp at the flare of heated pain. He chuckled low and pressed harder.
“Yes. Good. More, please.” She had a high pain tolerance. She wanted bruises; purple would leave her quite satisfied.
He delivered, whipping her with the cane until she finally whimpered, “Red.”
He smoothed cream over her blazing hot ass cheeks and then undid the handcuffs. Sydney stumbled forward a step as she turned around. He caught her by the shoulders and steadied her. He knelt at her feet and held her skirt, helping her step into it. Sliding it up, he fastened the button and then returned to his companion, stroking a hand over her hair and lifting her head so that he could slide under her, pillowing her head on his thigh as he sat and left the seat across open for Sydney.
“I get off at Prague,” she said as she gingerly settled on the seat. She quickly turned onto one hip and then gave up and curled on her side. Neither of them offered a name, it was perfect.
“As do we. Rest, I will wake you, should you sleep.”
She wouldn’t, but she appreciated the offer. The next couple of hours belonged to her. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the afterglow.
The End Originally posted at http://rinkafic.dreamwidth.org/
Fandom: Alias
Characters: Sydney Bristow, OCs
Rating: R
Orientation: Het
Word Count: 899
Prompt: Caning
Sydney looked over her shoulder. Through the window of the door that separated the cars, she could see people moving aside as her pursuer made his way through the crowded club car, searching for her. Damnit. She was running out of train, and it would be almost three hours before they reached the extraction point. Luckily, he knew only that he was searching for a female agent and not what she looked like.
Trying compartment doors, she found one that was unlocked and slipped inside. She pulled up short, staring in surprised shock at the naked woman that was handcuffed to the luggage rack. Across her ass and thighs, Sydney could see raised red and purple welts. The welts were obviously delivered by the cane held in the hand of the man that was now regarding her with curiosity.
Her knees went weak as she stared. Her tongue darted out and she licked her lips, imagining that she was the one cuffed there. She had just accidentally walked into one of her favorite erotic fantasies.
“The door was open,” she managed to squeak out.
“Purposely. Do you perhaps like what you see?” the man asked in heavily accented English as he bent the cane between his hands. The woman raised her head and gazed over at Sydney with a sappy, dopey expression of bliss. Sydney felt a wave of jealous lust; she wanted that, she wanted that bliss.
Silently, Sydney nodded and took a step forward, and then another. “Please?” She had a couple of hours to kill, and a scene here with these strangers would provide her with cover. She held her wrists out to the man, who smiled and gave a nod.
He quickly un-cuffed the woman and helped her to lie down across the bench seat of the compartment and quickly rubbed some cream from a tube he took from his pocket over her ass. Turning back, he expertly cuffed Sydney with two sets of handcuffs and stretched her arms up over her head and attached the cuffs to the edge of the luggage rack. She could easily get loose if she wanted to; he had not done the cuffs tightly, and she could squeeze her thumb in and tug her hands free, should the need arise. She had been in far worse predicaments unwillingly and gotten out of them.
The man, who did not give her his name, undid the button and tugged Sydney’s black skirt and thong-style panties down and off, leaving her clad in her pale pink blouse and thigh high stockings. “If you wish me to stop, you will say ‘red’, yes?”
“Red, yes.” She nodded her head, the bright blonde strands of her long wig falling forward over her shoulders.
She heard the delicious sound of the reed cutting the air as he did a few warm up swaths, likely done for her benefit as he had clearly had enough of a warm up on the other woman. The first light strike landed perfectly across her butt cheeks. She jerked forward, smiling at the sting. This was exactly what she had needed to take away the edge she had been feeling lately. She glanced back and the man smiled at her. The woman was curled on her side on the seat, her eyes closed, with a dreamy smile on her face. Four more swats of the same intensity followed, and soon her entire ass was heated and stinging. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes and sighed in contentment.
The next three, harder, were evenly spaced at the top, middle and bottom of her ass. As the third hit, she heard the compartment door open. Someone gave a gruff, embarrassed, hurried apology and the door snapped shut again. Sydney was slipping into a lovely haze of pleasure-pain and vaguely hoped it had been the agent that had been following her that had opened the door and then rushed out again.
The man moved forward and ran his hand lightly over the welts. “Good, yes? Hot skin.” He pressed his palm in more heavily, causing Sydney to gasp at the flare of heated pain. He chuckled low and pressed harder.
“Yes. Good. More, please.” She had a high pain tolerance. She wanted bruises; purple would leave her quite satisfied.
He delivered, whipping her with the cane until she finally whimpered, “Red.”
He smoothed cream over her blazing hot ass cheeks and then undid the handcuffs. Sydney stumbled forward a step as she turned around. He caught her by the shoulders and steadied her. He knelt at her feet and held her skirt, helping her step into it. Sliding it up, he fastened the button and then returned to his companion, stroking a hand over her hair and lifting her head so that he could slide under her, pillowing her head on his thigh as he sat and left the seat across open for Sydney.
“I get off at Prague,” she said as she gingerly settled on the seat. She quickly turned onto one hip and then gave up and curled on her side. Neither of them offered a name, it was perfect.
“As do we. Rest, I will wake you, should you sleep.”
She wouldn’t, but she appreciated the offer. The next couple of hours belonged to her. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the afterglow.
The End Originally posted at http://rinkafic.dreamwidth.org/