A/N's: Extreme Lemon warning! If you are of a sensitive nature or you are underage, you should not be reading this chapter. If you are underage and you do read then I don't want to know your age. (but still send me a review) lol

I'm posting this chapter earlier than usual because I'm at a wedding this weekend and I'd rather post early than late. We'll be back to the usual Saturday schedule next week.

Thank you to my Beta Acrosstheskyinstars. She is truly amazing, superfast and teaches me to be better. You should check out her fic "Forgive me, please" It really is beautiful with an extreme Angsty Edward.

Sending all my love to Malmo722, into scrapes and inside the disarray, I love having picture of day with you guys over at Twilighted.

Ch4 The agony and the ecstasy

BPOV

The medicine James had given me helped me to sleep. I awoke the next morning to a slight tapping sound from the door.

"Come in," I beckoned.

The door opened and the guard named Hale walked in followed by a tall, blonde haired man I had never seen before.

"Isabella." The blonde placed a large black leather bag down on the end of the bed. "May I come in?"

I nodded, slightly bemused by his manners.

"I'm Carlisle, the Kings physician. I dressed your arm whilst you were ill. Is it to your satisfaction?"

I lifted my arm and looked briefly at the clean bandages, then back at Carlisle and nodded again. I hid my hands back under the blankets, my nails and wrists were still grimy and I longed for a bath. I felt awful for being in the clean sheets, my legs and feet no doubt as filthy as the rest of me.

"Hale, you may wait outside." Carlisle instructed the guard who turned and closed the door behind himself.

Carlisle turned back to me but didn't speak. His smile from earlier had vanished, his brows were now creased. Stepping over to the bed he pulled my arm from beneath the blankets and proceeded to remove the bandage.

I watched him, unsure if I should speak. I opted for a simple show of gratitude.

"Thank you," I said softly as he gently cleaned the wound and dried it with a soft white piece of fabric. The stark brightness now tinted pink with the dye of my blood.

"How are you feeling, Isabella?" Carlisle asked me.

"I'm ok," I replied. He raised his eyebrows at me. "Well, only a little ok, I'm also scared, lonely, in pain and terribly dirty."

Carlisle smiled and finished with his new bandage, he sat on the edge of my bed. "Isabella, what has James asked of you?"

I wasn't sure I should be honest so I lowered my gaze. I had no idea the strength of his loyalty to James.

"You don't need to be afraid of me, Isabella. I'm not your enemy. I have a daughter, Mary Alice, she is about your age and when I first saw you in here, hurt and alone – well, it ached." Carlisle pressed his hand to his chest. "I wondered about your family. If you were my daughter and I knew that you were here with him..."

Carlisle stopped talking and busied himself with putting away his medical supplies.

I placed my dirty hand on his arm, ashamed of my physical appearance but touched by his openness.

"Thank you for your concern, Carlisle. I'm sorry if I'm suspicious."

He smiled at me and patted my grubby hand.

"You need a bath young lady."

I nodded and smiled in agreement. A bath sounded divine.

"I'll send for Mary Alice, she will assist you whilst you are in these rooms. Ask her for anything, she will be happy to oblige."

As he stood and lifted his bag from the bottom of my bed, Carlisle leant forward and kissed me softly on the forehead. His hand cupped my cheek and then he turned and left the room.

I felt a tear fall down my face and I suddenly ached for my father. To be with him meant I was safe, away from this nightmare and no longer alone. My father would take care of me and never let any harm befall me. He was the only man I had ever been truly able to rely on and I missed him dearly.

Another knock at the door announced Mary Alice's arrival. She didn't wait for me to speak, just opened the door, and lifting her eyes momentarily to Hale's, she pressed the door quietly closed.

"Hello. I'm Mary Alice. My father said you needed to bathe."

"Yes," I answered her. I watched her walk through another closed door and realised it had hidden from my view a washroom. Set in the middle of the room was a large bathtub. Beneath the window was a dresser with a jug and bowl, fresh towels and bottles of bath salts. Across the room was a fireplace, already lit and heating a huge cauldron of water.

Mary Alice began ladling steaming water from the cauldron to the tub.

I lifted the blankets and swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat watching her.

She eventually came back into the bedroom and stood waiting at the door for my next instruction.

"Mary Alice?" I addressed her.

"Yes."

"Could you – would you just sit and talk with me for a while?"

A small smile lit her face, and uncrossing her hands from in front of her body, she walked over to me and lifted herself up onto the bed, dangling her feet over the side, just like I was doing.

"What are you doing here?" She asked me.

"In this room or as a prisoner?" I joked.

She laughed with me. "Well, both."

"I'm a prisoner of his Majesty the King because I was accused of the crimes of witchcraft. I'm here in this room because James has chosen me as his next conquest."

"How do you feel about that?"

"Disgusted," I whispered. "He disgusts me. But I really have no choice."

"You always have a choice," she stated. It annoyed me.

"No Mary Alice, you really don't understand. I can choose to lie with him or I can choose to die."

"Hmm, it's not a great selection, but still a choice."

"You think I should choose to die?"

"I didn't say that."

"It was implied."

"I can help you."

I recalled Carlisle's words before he'd left the room.

Ask her for anything, she will be happy to oblige.

"How can you help me?" I hoped it was with escape.

Mary Alice reached inside her pocket and withdrew a small bound package. It smelt of herbs and looked suspiciously like items from a forest floor.

"What is that?" I asked, curious as to how this could help.

"I'll ask you again; do you want to lie with James?" She asked me.

I shook my head, "No."

"Is there another whom you would prefer?"

I blushed but answered her, "Yes."

She placed her hand over mine and said earnestly, "I understand your desire's Isabella, there is a man who has captured my heart, but he doesn't even know I exist." She glanced towards the door, making it clear the guard on the other side was the object of her affections.

Looking back at me, she placed the package in my other hand. "Put a small pinch of this in your drink before James takes you, it will – relieve the suffering. Think of the other, the gentleman you prefer and this will help."

I lifted the package to my nose and sniffed. It didn't smell unpleasant but I wasn't certain I wanted to ingest some of it.

"Do not show anyone this gift, Isabella. Keep it close but keep it safe. Tell no one."

I nodded.

"Now." Mary Alice leapt from the bed landing softly in front of me. "Time for your bath."

"But my clean bandages." I lifted my arm to show her.

"When you're done, I will re-dress it for you."

I smiled and walked with her into the washroom.

Inside, the bathtub was filled with steaming hot water and bubbles. The room smelled decadently of roses and I was reminded at how dirty I really was.

Before she left me alone, Mary Alice offered me one last piece of advice.

"Before you lie with James, prepare yourself."

"How do I do that?" I asked.

"With your own hand, Isabella, you will be wet and it will hurt less."

I didn't want to ask her how she knew this.

"Bathe then change your clothes." She indicated to a pile of clothes folded neatly on a chair in the corner. I watched her leave the room and felt grateful for meeting her. James had been cruel and heartless, arrogant and frightening; to find kindness within Carlisle and Mary Alice made me believe in basic human goodness again.

I stripped off my grimy clothes and slipped beneath the hot water. It was divine. Holding my breath I sunk below the surface and ran my hands over my hair till it felt cleaner. Breaking the surface of the water again, I brushed the bubbles off my face and lay back, delighting in the heat of the water and the smell of the soap on my skin.

My mind wandered back to Edward again and I suddenly wished I could share this bath with him. To wipe away his grime and let his cold skin warm with the heat of the water. He was elegant and graceful and didn't deserve to be sat in that prison. But even when covered in the filthy mask he had created in order to resist me he had sat with a poise resembling a King.

I knew nothing about Edward and the person he was before, but I could see he was proud and strong and decent.

I recalled Mary Alice's words of advice.

Think of the other, the gentleman you prefer and this will help.

Running my hands over my arms and across my neck, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Edward's hands touching me. I felt heat rise up my body and I wondered at his power over me. I could count the days I had known him on one hand, yet my senses were stirred and I was drawn closer; into his supernatural word without any care or thought about what danger he posed to me.

For a second, I realised I didn't care what or who he was. I just knew I wanted to help him and to ease his pain.

The energy I felt between us was awe inspiring and I'd never felt that pull with anyone before him. I had no idea what I could do to help him but I was certain I may probably die trying. I needed more time and only James could grant me that reprieve. Edward had said I should do anything to save myself, but in saving me I could possibly try to save him too.

I would not help James break him. I made that my solemn vow.

Swishing my hands across the surface of the water I gathered up the bubbles and lifted them to my face to inhale. The smell was lovely.

I rubbed the lather over my arms and up my shoulders, and lying back against the tub I lifted my leg and ran my hands over that too. I thought of Edward's black eyes and I wondered what it would be like to see happiness or even love shining in those eyes rather than despair.

In my mind's eye he smiled back at me and the blackness swirled with desire. In reality that desire would be for my blood but I pretended it was for the woman in me; that he yearned to run his hands over my skin and taste me with his lips not his teeth.

I felt my own desire take over and let my hands wander down my chest to cup my own breasts. They felt soft and the nipples puckered under my touch; I taunted them with a flick of my thumbs and moaned quietly at the pull of lust growing inside.

Before you lie with James, prepare yourself, with your own hand, Isabella.

Leaving one hand on my breast, I lowered the other hand down my stomach, over my thigh and back up again to my hip. I dared to move it over my pelvis, and opening my legs slightly I slid my finger down and felt the moistness of my desire, warm and thick and untouched by the bath water.

I had never been touched like this by anyone and never by myself, but without thought, my hands knew what my body craved and my imagination conjured up the idol that had ignited these feelings within me.

Edward.

I hooked my leg over the rim of the tub and opened myself up to more sensations. I ached and moved my hand over the area that puckered for more. It felt like a small bud, and was hard and sensitive. Changing my strokes from rough to light, the sensitivity slowly turned to pure pleasure. I lifted my hips and moved against the motion of my hand and it felt so good. The bath water slapped against the side of the tub with each thrust of my pelvis.

But soon it wasn't enough, I needed even more.

I didn't really know what happened between a man and woman, but I had seen and heard enough to know that when he lay atop her, their desires usually built to the crescendo my body now screamed for.

I pictured Edward, naked and smooth and laying above me. His weight would be supported by one elbow as he caressed my face and breasts with his other hand. I could almost imagine his legs pressing against mine. His thighs would be strong and thick and would push himself between me; using my finger I pretended it was his manhood pushing into me. It wasn't enough pressure for me so I pushed in a second finger and groaned with the relief.

This was almost what I had needed and it felt so good.

Edward's face pressed against my neck, and kissing down my body lightly until his mouth found my nipple, he would lick it and take it in his mouth. I blushed at the brazen thoughts I was losing myself in.

I can smell you.

I recalled his words from last night and in my mind his tone changed to one of pure pleasure instead of pure torture. The reference would be to my womanly scent and not for the lure of my blood.

He would rock against me, pushing into me deeper; I increased my pressure to match those of Edward's imaginary movements.

I opened my legs wider wanting more, but the position pushed my face closer to the water's surface and splashed me. I wiped at the water over my face and felt frustrated that my pleasure couldn't be sated whilst on my back in the tub, so I turned onto all fours and positioned myself so that my back and bottom were out of the water. I rested my face against the cold side of the tub, my nipples lightly brushing the surface, it only added to my pleasure.

Holding myself up with one hand, the other found my tender spot again. I pushed my fingers inside and this time the Edward of my mind was behind me, his thighs pressed against the back of mine. His hips pushed on my bottom and his hands on my waist guiding me; pushing me away and then bringing me back towards him.

I was sliding along the length of him and I imagined that it felt so hard and wide and he went in, oh so deep.

Ignoring the cool air tickling my exposed skin, I pushed on and on. I wanted to burst, it wouldn't come and it frustrated me.

The crescendo was building and Edward's own desire was making his fingers grip at my hips. The thought of his face creased with the pain of his pleasure; his brows furrowed and his lips pursed was my undoing. I felt shudder after shudder roll over me as I moaned. The affect shocked me as I felt weak yet so alive with the simple pleasures of my orgasm.

It was my first and it was wonderful. I believed it was just as good for my imaginary Edward as it was for me.

I rested my head against the cool metal of the tub and waited to catch my breath. It was so overwhelming; to feel desire and to give in to it and I suddenly felt a tremendous need to get back to Edward and to hold him.

I'd never felt such intense longing and believed that if given the chance, the reality would surpass the imaginary. But still, I couldn't help feeling slightly embarrassed by my passion.

A few minutes passed and I started to feel cold, and lifting myself from the tub, I pulled on a robe hanging on the back of the door and walked back out into the other room.

James was waiting for me on the bed; a smirk lifted the corners of his mouth. He lay back against the pillows, resting on one side, with his knee bent.

I looked at him in shock and then noticed the washroom door had never been closed. He had witnessed everything. I felt heat fill my face and I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

"Did you enjoy your – bath?" He teased.

I nodded unable to speak, I felt such shame.

James sat up and walked over to me. He pulled at my robe but I clung to it, desperate to retain some small amount of dignity.

"Drop the robe, Isabella. I won't tell you again."

I let my hands fall to my sides. James pushed his inside, up over my shoulders and the robe fell to the floor.

I stood before him naked.

Lowering his face to my collarbone, he inhaled. "You smell so good, are you ready for me?"

I didn't reply.

"Let's see shall we?"

He trailed one hand down the middle of my chest, over my stomach and through my pubic hair. His finger dipped lower and gently, he inserted one inside me.

I felt my stomach knot. It was not with fear as I had always suspected my reaction to him would be. My body betrayed me by remembering the pleasure I had experienced moments earlier. I was still wet and James moved his finger, pushing it all around the outer lips. He cupped me and I could feel his thumb on my clit, his finger inside me and another pressing below my bottom.

It felt sensitive and I shivered.

He rested his forehead against mine. "Ahhh, Isabella. You feel so fucking wet. Is that for me? Do you lie when you say you don't want me?"

He lifted his head away from mine and waited for me to answer.

I shook my head. It wasn't for him.

"Hmm, then why do you react when I do this?" He pushed his finger further in and with the other hand he lightly brushed his palm against my nipple. I felt it stiffen under his touch, and closing my eyes I conjured up Edward, my saving grace. If I was to feel this pleasure I didn't want to be looking at James's face. My hands gripped at his arms, I didn't want it to feel this good but his touch was so sure. He knew what he was doing and I felt my legs turn to jelly.

"Get on the bed!"

I opened my eyes, broken from my reverie and glanced towards the bathroom. I had left Mary Alice's potion in my dirty clothes, I had no chance of retrieving it now.

"Why do you insist on making me repeat everything?" He demanded. I turned and walked over to the bed.

"Now, lie back and open your legs."

I did as he told me.

James started to undress.

"Look at me."

I opened my eyes and turned to face him, I watched his face rather than his body, but as he stepped out of his trousers his erection sprung free of their confines and I couldn't help but look. It stood hard and proud and reached just under his belly button. The sheer size of him frightened me, he couldn't possibly fit and I squeezed my eyes shut again.

I felt him settle between my legs and without hesitation he pushed and slid himself into me.

The pain of his entry made me scream and automatically I grabbed at his back, my fingernails digging into his skin.

"Fuck yeah," he hissed as I scraped my nails down his sides.

James started to rock and the pain did not ease. It throbbed and I suddenly wanted to hurt him too.

I tried to think of Edward, but the pain robbed me of any other thought.

I tried to think of a way to get to the potion but the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress stole away any ideas I could muster.

He panted and his breath felt hot against my shoulder.

"Kiss me," he grunted, his tongue finding my mouth and I gagged, not used to the taste.

"Kiss. Me!" He demanded and I tried to summon up any ounce of enthusiasm for his vigorous onslaught. He lifted himself away from me, his hips bones pressing into mine and pounded faster and faster. I shifted my bottom to try to ease the combined pain of his cock inside me and his hips on top of mine but as I moved the pain abated and I moaned involuntarily as a new sensation began.

He grunted into my mouth as his hand found my breast and squeezing it hard he sighed and thrust into me deeper. The piercing pain returned stealing away any other feeling and I suddenly wanted this to be over.

With one final push he then pulled himself free and gripping his wet cock in one hand he released his seed all over my stomach and breasts.

I lay there panting and turned my head away from the sight of his sexual discharge.

James lay down with one hand thrown over his head. I could feel the hairs on his legs prickling my skin and I wanted to push him off and away from me.

Shaking, I stood and walked back towards the washroom, I closed the door behind me and went over to the still full tub. Lifting the cloth I had used to sponge the grim from my body, I rinsed it and wiped any trace of James from my body.

I turned toward the commode and vomited.

"Isabella, be ready in twenty minutes. I'm not done with you yet." I heard him leave and finally I was able to succumb to my shock.

He had taken my virginity and soiled my dignity and I had started to enjoy it. My nightmare had only just begun.

Xxxxxxx

I heard the door to the bedroom open and knew that James had returned. I was still sat on the washroom floor.

Frantically, I searched through my clothes for the potion and finding it I opened the package carefully. There was water in the washroom, hot and in the cauldron above the fire. I wasn't sure if this is what Mary Alice had referred to when she had told me to add it to my drink, but I quickly filled a cup, added a pinch and gulped it down as fast as I could. I hadn't given it time to dissolve and could feel the grit and bark as I swallowed.

I needed whatever she had given me to get me through this night.

"Isabella." James called me and still shaking, I opened the door and went through.

He was stood in front of the window and on the bed lay a beautiful blonde girl. She was naked except for an ankle bracelet that looked like it was woven from brightly coloured fabric.

She lay with her legs spread wide and her hands beside her on the bed. Her head was turned towards me and she had the most vivid violet blue eyes I had ever seen.

She lifted one hand and beckoned me over.

I looked cautiously over at James but he continued to stare out of the window.

"Come here." She spoke softly and I walked over to the bed. "James likes to watch," she explained. I stood and looked at her, unsure of what she implied. I didn't know what they wanted me to do.

She spread her legs further apart and using her fingers she opened her lips and I could see how wet she was already. Her other hand pulled at her nipple and looking me in the eye, she groaned.

"Lick me," she begged.

I stood and stared at her. I had never had this act performed on myself never mind to do it to another, I had no idea where to start nor could I find the strength to move towards her.

As I watched, I noticed her hands omit a gentle light. It pulsed after her movements, leaving behind a trail of rainbows. It was so pretty, and feeling light headed I sat down on the bed and stared at her fingers, slowly moving in and out of herself. She lifted her hips a little and moved in time with her hands.

Moaning she asked me, "Have you ever touched yourself like this, Isabella?"

I nodded and felt my own warmth spread with the sight of her pleasures.

"Do you want to taste me?" She murmured and I was surprised to find that I did.

I climbed onto the bed, between her legs and lowered my face to her pussy. I could smell her, musty and warm. It wasn't unpleasant and tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and tasted her.

"Argh," she sighed, her hands gripping the back of my head. Pushing her hips up she moved against my mouth, grinding her-self into me and without thought, I cupped her bottom, helping her lift off the bed. I closed my eyes and marvelled at the bright lights dancing across the backs of my eyelids. I could feel her juices flowing over my tongue and my nose becoming wet as she thrust at my mouth.

I wanted the same pleasure. I could feel it building in her as her movements became faster. One hand released my head and she pulled at her nipple again.

Suddenly, I could feel hands on my hips and from behind me James lifted me to my knees and pushing at my legs he opened them, then with one hand on his cock he searched for my entrance. He tried to enter me but his cock slipped away briefly before he gripped it in his hand and then massaged himself against my vaginal lips. I immediately thought of Edward and pictured in my head his black eyes and full, soft lips. I opened my eyes and replaced my tongue on the girl's clit with my fingers. She didn't seem to care as she continued to writhe beneath me. I looked behind me and instead of seeing James I saw Edward settling between my thighs. It was Edward's cock that was pressing at my entrance. I was wet and ready and when his tip was slick with my juices, he slipped inside.

With his lips slightly parted he smiled at me and then he looked down to where our bodies met. He felt so deep and hard and I gasped with the sheer force of it. There was no pain this time, only pleasure.

He looked back up from watching himself slide in and out of my wet mound and straight into my eyes. My breath caught and I whispered his name.

Edward

He felt so good and I pushed back against him, wanting to match his motion, to feel my release.

I looked at the girl and lowering my face again I sucked at her clit and licked at her lips and moaned as Edward gripped my hips and ground himself deeper into me from behind.

All three of us sighed and moaned and the sounds permitting the air were just as much an aphrodisiac as the actions themselves.

I felt the pressure in me building and Edward pounding faster and faster; I could hear him slapping against me. I raised my head and howled, letting the shudders take over me. It felt so good.

The girl beneath me called out my name as she lay quivering on the bed; her hands gripping her breasts and her own eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Edward started to thrust harder then he shouted, pulled himself out of me and before I could focus, the girl turned so she was able to take him into her mouth. She cupped his tight balls and sucked his cock until he grunted and gripping her head he came into her mouth.

"You fucking bitch, you fucking dirty whore," he mumbled as he pushed himself slowly in and out of her lips.

I looked up at him and realised it wasn't Edward at all but it was James, my worst nightmare.

What had Mary Alice given me? What poison was this?

I had felt passion and desire and had allowed this strange girl and this evil man to seduce me and I had enjoyed it all.

Place a small pinch of this in your drink before James takes you, it will – relieve the suffering.

It certainly had!

I felt movement beside me. "Rosalie, go clean your-self up."

I turned to watch the girl called Rosalie walked into the washroom and then turning onto my side I curled up into a ball and prayed James would disappear too; I was so ashamed of my actions.

"I said you were a whore," he muttered as he lay behind me. His hand caressed my hip and I wanted desperately to flick it off.

The potion was starting to fade and I worried I wouldn't be able to take anymore before he wanted me again.

"I will let you rest now. I'll have some food brought up. You will eat, change your bandage then go back to the cells. I am away tomorrow but will need you on my return. Be ready for me, Isabella." I felt him move away from me, the air against my back now cool.

They both left the bedroom and I reached down and pulled the blankets around me.

Xxxxxx

Hale walked in front of me, leading me back to the cells and back to Edward.

He didn't speak to me and I thought of Mary Alice and her attraction to this silent guard.

As I stepped into the foyer and faced the four cells, I noticed that all except Edward's and Michaels' were empty.

"Where are the other prisoners?" I asked Hale.

"Captain had them moved for food and change of clothes. Their cells will be cleaned and they will come back in a few days."

I looked over at Edward's cell and just like the first day I'd seen him, he sat with his back against the wall and his hands above his head, chained and bound. Except today he was clean, his beautiful face free of dirt, blood and faeces. His tattered clothes replaced with fresh new linens.

But his expression still looked pained and he refused to meet my gaze.

Hale walked to Edward's cell and unlocking the door he motioned me inside.

"This cell?" I asked, remembering James's taunts about locking me in with Edward.

"Yours is to be cleaned," he answered.

Hale closed and locked the cell door behind me then left us alone. I walked over to the far wall and sat on the floor, my knees raised and my chin resting on my hands. Eventually he lifted his head and looked at me. His stare was as black as night and I shuddered at the multitude of feelings he invoked in me.

"You did what you had to," he whispered.

I started to cry.

Lifting his wrists free of the chains he moved over to my side and placing his hand under my chin, he raised my face to his.

"You did what you had to," he said again. There was no accusation in his voice, only understanding and I hated myself.

Lifting one finger to my face, he caught a tear and lifted it to his lips. I watched in awe as his tongue flicked out and he caught the tiny bead on its tip. Looking at his eyes I watched as they grew blacker as he tasted the salt of my tears.

"I want to taste you, Bella. All of you."

I pressed my hand against his cheek. "You can have me, if that's what you wish."

He closed his eyes and slowly moved his face closer to mine, "You don't know what you're saying to me," he murmured. "You couldn't possibly know."

His lips parted slightly and puckered and I was instantly drawn to them with my own. It felt like an eternity but eventually he reached me and pressed his lips on mine. He breathed slightly into my mouth and he tasted wonderful.

His tongue flicked out and lightly moved over my lips and I moaned because I couldn't help but react to him.

This is what a kiss should feel like.

I wanted to forget my body's betrayal with James and how I had reacted to his touch. He disgusted me but I had enjoyed him. Right now though, I only wanted to feel Edward. No matter that he was a vampire, he was good and kind and he cared for me. To feel his skin next to mine made me feel safe again and I wanted to cling to him for dear life.

Just as I was about to twine my arms around his neck and hold him close to me, Edward pulled back.

"To erase any last trace of him," he sighed. Rubbing his thumb across my bottom lip, he kissed the tip of my nose and pulled me into his arms to hold me.

His chest was empty and hard and cold but there was no place on this earth that I'd rather be.

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