My first ProPunk fic! WARNING: Violence and smut!
I dont know why I keep on getting myself into these situations. This isnt the first time in the past few months that Ive been punched in the face. It is the first time however, that I have been knocked out. So when I start to come to after this one, to say I'm a little freaked out would be an understatement. My body lurches as I remember what happened, I open my eyes and try to blink away my blurry vision. My head pounds and my arms ache. I try to push a few stray hairs out of my face but quickly realize that I cant move my arms. I snap my head upwards and look at my hands, restrained by zip ties, tied to a shower head. I hear a foot step and I look to see Daniel walk into the bathroom. "Oh, you're awake. Good. We can get down to buissness." He grabs a photo off the sink and holds it in front of me. Oh, it's project LEDA. "Tell me, where did you get this?" I stare at the picture then back at him. "I have a better idea. Eat me." I spit in his face.
He backs up, grabs a towel, and wipes his face. "You're not the smartest clone, are you?" He asks. "Smart enough to know youre shagging Rachel." I smirk. "Daniel, Why are you so scared for us to find out about project LEDA?" I inquire. He pulls out a razor and starts sharpening it. "What makes you think youre going to be able to tell anyone once we're done here?" He starts walking towards me with the razor pointed at me. "Daniel." He freezes and my eyes widen. "I see you have found her. Leave us." Daniel puts the razor on the counter as Rachel walks towards me. She stands infront of me, looking me over until she hears the front door close. "Did you really think we wouldnt catch you, Sarah?" Rachel brushes my hair out of my eyes. "Poor thing. You're shaking. Are you scared?" I scoff at her words. "Of you? Never." She hums at me, picking up the razor from the sink. I close my eyes and cringe at the sight of it.
"Where'd you get the picture, Sarah?" Rachel walks towards me, her eyes gleaming with athority. "Up yours proclone." I see a flash of anger goes through Rachel's eyes as she leans towards me. "Fine, you want to play games Sarah? Lets play." Before I know it she is moving my hair and slicing right behind my ear. Pain filled screams leave my mouth as I feel blood start to trickle down my neck. Rachel pulls back and smirks at the sobs escaping me. "Are you going to tell me now?" Part of me wants to spill everything. The pain in my ear is almost too much to bear, but I think of Cosima and Alison and know I cant. I have to protect my sisters, and Kira. Always Kira. "Never." I tell Rachel. "Your choice." Rachel holds the blade up to the side of my neck, presses it down and drags it down the length of my neck. "Shite!" I manage to groan out through tears. My head starts spinning, and weather its from the pain or blood loss, I dont know. Before I have time to recover from that cut, Rachel is making another one, this time across my stomach. My screams have turned deafening now. The pain spreading through out my entire body.
"Please Rachel, Please stop." I beg her through my sobbing. She grabs my face in her hand and looks me dead in the eye. "Are you going to answer my questions now?" She asks while admiring her handy work. My tears mix with my blood as I cry. I know I cant. Cosima told me if I was ever in a life threatening position that I could tell them everything, but I just cant bring myself to. I shake my head at Rachel. "I cant tell you." Your doing this for Kira, for your sisters. It's okay, you can do this. I have to keep reminding myself. Rachel goes for the other ear this time, cutting the same path as the other. Then she asks again and my answer stays the same, so she cuts my leg, then the blade is pressing into my hip when I finally break.
"It was Amelia, okay? Amelia gave it to me when she told me about Helena being my twin." I sob out. I hang my head in shame. I can't believe I broke. "How did Amelia get it?" Rachel asks while lifting my head. "I dont know." I lie. Another scream as the blade slices down my hip, blood flowing onto the shower floor. "Mrs. S had it!" I answer her last question. "Sibhon?" Rachel asks. I nod at her. "Now that wasnt so hard, was it Sarah?" Rachel closes the blade and sits it on the sink, I sigh in relief. "I'm going to have to keep you with me until I know everything you know." I feel panic run through me as I starts jerking on my restraints again. "Please, let me go." I beg her. "We need to get you cleaned up now." Rachel ignores my plea. She walks out of the room for a second, and when she comes back, Daniel is standing outside the door and smirking at me. "I need you to stand out here while I get her cleaned up, just incase she tries anything." Rachel orders him. Daniel nods and Rachel shuts the door and locks it.
As soon as Rachel cuts the zip ties, I fall to the ground, quickly realizing that they were the only things holding me up. My arms feel dead and my body throbs in pain. "Can you get up?" Rachel asks. I try to push myself up but I just end up collapsing back on the floor. I shake my head at Rachel. Rachel hums and grabs some sisscors that are on the sink. She quickly cuts my dark red tank top off of my body before doing the same to my bra. Then, Rachel pushes me flat on my back and tears my boots off of my feet. I try to sit up and back away from her but I'm so tired and weak that she overpowers me, forcing me back again before hooking her fingers in the waistband of my rips leather pants and dragging them down, with my underwear. I use my arms to cover myself, as being exposed like this to Rachel is not comfortable.
Rachel grabs the shower head off the wall, turns the water on, and sprays me with freezing cold water. I gasp and whimper as the water hits my open wounds but Rachel just continues to spray, washing away the blood. Rachel turns off the water and crouches down to look closely at me. "None of them need stitches. You'll be fine. Just some scaring." Rachel smirks. I lay on the cold tiled floor shivering as Rachel walks out of the room.
When she walks back in, its with Daniel behind her. "You know where to put her." Rachel gestures to me. Daniel walks over to me and picks up my naked body, carrying me to what looks like a closet with a window in Rachels room. When she unlocks it, I see a cot with a pillow and blanket, and a toliet. The walls are barren and the room is cold. Daniel lays me on the cot and walks out. "Welcome to your new home, Sarah." Rachel smirks. "C-c-clothes." I shiver out. "We'll have some by tomorrow. Good night." Rachel walks out and locks my (cell?) door. I fall asleep almost instantly.
I wake up the next morning and my whole body aches. I still manage to stand up and look out the small window in the room. I feel anger enter my veins when I see Rachel asleep on her bed. I wrap the thin blanket they gave me around me and start to bang on the door, waking Rachel. "What do you want, Manning?" She asks coldly. "Get me the fuck out of here, you bitch!" I scream banging even louder on the door. "If you dont quit I'm going to have to restrain you." Rachel says in her calm ice cold voice. "I'd like to see you try proclone." My banging gets even harder. Rachel sighs and gets out of bed, opening her bedside drawer to pull out some rope. "You asked for it Manning."
As soon as Rachel opens the door, I jump into action. I punch her and run past her, only for her to grab me by the hair, and drag me back in the small room. She pulls me backwards until I am sitting on the cot. "Let me go!" I scream and scratch at her. Reaching up, I wrap my hands around her throat squeezing harshly. Her face starts turning red as she chokes, but she manages to grab my hands and pin me to the bed, straddling me. "Daniel!" Rachel yells. I hiss up at her. "What? Can't fight your own battles?" Daniel walks into the room. "Yes Rachel?" "Will you grab that rope and help me tie her?" Daniel nods and grabs the rope. First he ties my pinned hands to the head board, then loops the rope under the bed and ties my feet, spread, to the foot board. "Thank you Daniel. You may go now." I squirm and buck trying to get Rachel off of me, but none of it seems to faze her.
"So-" Rachel wraps her hands around my throat. "-you like to choke people, eh?" She starts squeezing. "Well, how do you like being choked?" I cough and writhe beneth her, gasping for breath when she finally lets go. "So what else do you know about LEDA?" Rachel asks. "Nothing. I just saw the picture, thats it." Rachel slaps me across the face. "Lies." She growls. "You want to do this the hard way, fine. Lets do it." Rachel pulls my head back and starts kissing my neck, confusing me, until she finds my pulse point and bites down. I let out an accidental groan at her actions. "I always knew you were a whore." Rachel sucks the skin of my neck into her mouth, marking me harshly. "What are you doing?" I yell at her. She shushes me and starts kissing down my chest.
"Tell me what you know." Rachel orders. "I already told you, noth- Holy shite!" I curse as she sucks one of my nipples into her mouth. I feel disgusted in myself and I feel my body starts to react to her, as it starts to get aroused. "No. Rachel, stop." I order her, but she just bites down on the nipple in her mouth, making me throw my head back and groan. She spends a while sucking and biting that nipple, making a few moans and groans fall out of my mouth before she pulls away. "Are you going to tell me now?" She asks. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself before I answer. "I already did." She bites down hard on the other nipple, so hard she draws blood and makes me jerk on my restraints. She plays with that nipple harsher than she did the other one and I whimper from the pleasure trying to over throw my body.
For a few minutes, it continues like that, her switching between both nipples until they are swollen from all the attention and I am a shaking mess. "Do you have an answer now?" She asks as she twists both my nipples at once. I moan lowly and shake my head no. Part of me wishes she would pull out the blade again. That would be less humiliating. "You must be really mad at your body." Rachel teases. "I mean, look at how it's betraying you." She runs a finger across a hard nipple. "Youre so aroused." She growls. I turn my head to hide my face in my arm out of embarrassment, because yes, my body is betraying me. I can feel the heat building inbetween my legs.
"You know what to do to make this stop. Tell what you know, and who else knows about it." She whispers in my ear. "Fuck you." I grind out. Rachel leans back laughing. "No Sarah, fuck you." She starts kissing down my stomach, biting down on my hip bones, and settling between my legs. I start shaking my head back and forth murmuring "No, no, no, no" over and over again. "All you have to do is tell me." Rachel sing-songs. I shake my head, resigning myself to my fate. Making myself realize that, yes, I am going to be fucked by Rachel Duncan, the proclone. I feel Rachel biting at my inner thighs and I know my body will be covered in them. I can feel the blush on my cheeks and on my chest, my chest heaving from the heavy breaths I am taking.
I head lulls back and a rather loud moan leaves me as Rachel slides a hand up my slit, bumping my clit. "You are so wet, you must be loving this." I shake my head even as moans fall out of my mouth when she circles my clit with her thumb. Rachel chuckles and slips two fingers inside of me, making a small scream come out of me. "Are you going to tell me now Sarah?" Rachel pumps her finger at a hard but uneven pace, never letting me get used to a rythym. "N-no." I moan out, finding it hard to get words out at the time. My body writhes on the small cot, my back arching against it, my toes curling, my fists clenching and unclenching. I am in an embarrassing, tourtureous exctasy.
My moans turn into wails as she starts curling her fingers with every thrust of her hand, and I think in my head, that she must of done this before. I cry out as I feel my stomach clenching and my walls tighten, knowing that I am close, and Rachel must feel it too, because she pulls out of me right before I fall over the edge. I whimper at the loss of sensation and I start doing the one thing I never thought I would do before. "Rachel, please." Frustrated tears run down my face. "Please what?" Rachel asks smirking. "Dont-" I gulp. "Dont stop." The rational part of my brain is screaming at me, this isnt right, you dont want this, but I cant hear it much. "Don't stop what Sarah?" I whimper when I realize what she wants me to say, and I know that if I say it, she will win. I battle with myself for a moment before sighing. "Please dont stop fucking me, Rachel. Please." I beg her in tears. "Tell me then. Who else knows about Project LEDA?" Rachel asks. She runs a finger up my slit. "Cosima and Felix." I cry. A part of me cant believe I'm being so submissive. "What else do you know?" She asks. "I know about the patent and about the professors and the clone desease." I admit to her. "Is that all?" She whispers in my ear. "Yes, yes, thats it, now please." I beg once again. "Good girl." She lowers her head down, and I dont get to think about whats happening, until its already begun.
Her tounge is on me, and its so warm and so nice. She swirls it around my clit for a while, flicking it, rubbing it, switching constantly. I whimper and moan as she continues her assault on me. "Shite." I groan when she plunges her tongue into my entrance, her head bobbing as she fucks me. I can feel the clenching in my stomach come back and I hear my moans get louder. My head is filled with nothing but pleasure as my body writhes from it. She moves a hand up and starts furiously rubbing at my clit when I start to feel my body come undone. First I go completely still and tense as the clenching in my stomach tightens. Then I arch my back with a scream as the tension releases. I shake and wail as a powerful orgasm takes over my entire body. Then Rachel replaces her tounge with her fingers, pumping in and out of me, curling to hit my g-spot, and I scream again. Tears streak my face as my second orgasm washes through me, but she still doesnt stop. By the time the third one hits me, I am sobbing so loud I'm pretty sure Daniel can hear it outside.
After that one it stops. She stands up from the cot, wipes her mouth, and smoothes out her clothes. "What will your Cal think about this?" She smirks. "How do you know that name?" I yell at her. She just walks out the door and locks it behind her, leaving me naked, worn out, and tied up on the bed. This was only the first day of my imprisonment.
Should I continue it? Or leave it be? What do you guys think? Do you like submissive Sarah?