SJ/Wormwood
Title: Rope Burns
Pairing: I don't need to say it do I? lol
Summary: Sarah Jane Smith is more ruthless than she ever thought a human could be...
Rating: R (Sexual content, mild bondage)
A/N: I really have no excuse for this...
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Whatever Horath had been before his incarceration it was clear to Mrs Wormwood that in his current existence he had a sick sense of humour.
She can still feel her body falling, endless air rippling around her body -on her front or on her back she is always on top of her, still winning - but she feels the dirt beneath her toes and no matter where she walks, she stumbles. Sometimes it’s easier to just give in and crawl - on her knees again, hands that she never liked tied roughly behind her back - Horath has no eyes but he’d know.
But she has eyes. And despite suspecting that the apparition was an extension of Horath’s amusement at her expense - soft laughter reaches her ears, and she knows the words that come next - she is sick of doing as she is told - “Further apart” - and relishes the punishment her insubordination leads to.
Sarah Jane Smith is the punishment and - oh god, she was wearing the spiked heels again - the weakness of her own paltry flesh disgusts her more and more. The human woman knows and makes her flesh pay for her crimes - her breast heaves in time to the fingers inside her and more fingers (surely humans didn’t have that many?) pinch her nipples and it hurts so beautifully - while her alien mind refuses to acknowledge the desire her human body feels. The desire floods through her like poison, infecting everything and the more she fights it the stronger it becomes - her body’s on fire as she struggles, the binds on her wrists rubbing raw, leaving rope burns to aid the destruction of this form she hates so much - until there is nothing for her to do but surrender - “Scream for me.”
Sarah Jane Smith is more ruthless that she ever thought a human could be - twisting and turning her fingers, pushing her harder and harder - and Mrs Wormwood cursed her own lack of insight for not preparing her. She can’t look at the other woman with the critical eye she wants because all she can see is flushed skin and she’s not sure whether it’s Sarah Jane Smith’s or her own - her own skin is certainly burning enough - Sarah Jane Smith is merciless and punishes her even when she’s burning like never before - for her to think it’s her own and she can’t quite wish herself away - “Good girl.”
The rope burns allow her the illusion that she is struggling.
The burning, bubbling heat inside her stomach every time Sarah Jane Smith appears reminds her she has surrendered.