First, I want a start off with one thing; the updates for this will be s-l-o-w! I may get a couple out, back to back but don't expect it, my memory is basically still a mess so I'll need time to get stuff in order so please don't hold that against me. That being said, here's the sequel to Over Her Head, and I hope you enjoy!

Dick Wolf owns the SVU characters.

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"Why isn't he crying? I can't, why isn't he crying?" She asked frantically as the doctor cut the cord of the baby and handed him off to the nurse.

"Olivia, I need you to calm down." The doctor said in a tone that was meant to soothe her but just made her more nervous as her contractions continued to help her deliver the second baby.

"No, what's going on? What- oh god!" She cried, breathing through the pain, and out of her mind with fear! "David…"

"You're doing fine Queenie…" He said as he looked nervously over to the table where the baby was.

"David why isn't he crying? Something's wron- ooohhhhh!" She screamed as the second baby was making its way out of her. "God it's coming!" She put all her strength into pushing when she heard those words from across the room, low and sad.

Time of death, 3:27pm.

"Nooooo!" She cried as she thrashed about. She was at home, in her bed and in the throes of another nightmare. David quickly woke up, turning on his bedside lamp and went to wake her.

"Queenie baby it's alright; it's alright!" He said to her softly as she woke up, quite disoriented. "That's it baby, you're okay." He said as he took her into his arms. "It's okay."

"Oh god, I'm sorry!" It came as a whisper into the crook of his neck as she held on to him in tears, breathing hard with her large belly stretched taut across the purple, satin nightgown she wore.

"Shhh, it's alright, I've got you now."

"I don't know why I…" She cried. "I woke up again, before the other baby could…"

"It's just a dream. That's all baby." He said as she struggled to get out of bed. "Where are you-"

"To pee." She kissed his cheek after she got up. "Go back to sleep, I'll be fine." She said as she waddled into the bathroom and shut the door, leaning against it and breaking into silent sobs. It had been four months since she lost the other baby; this baby's twin, and time didn't seem to make it any easier. Every day, she thought about him, dreamt about him and sometimes, she swore she could feel him moving inside her. Her therapist said it would take time for her to come to terms with it, but when and how long?

David sat up in bed, wanting to go to the door of the bathroom, to take her in his arms, but he knew that she would just pretend that everything was fine, when in reality, everything was anything but fine.

Eight months, one week, four days and 14 hours. That's how long I've been a prisoner here; a sex slave, catering to the very richest in the world to play out their most perverted fantasies and I've more than happily done them all. Well, depending on the people in charge; happily. Ask me, and you'll get a different story, one filled with heartache and a desperation to be back home!

The moments I had where nothing was expected of me, I'd sit and try to imagine my old life. My friends, the people that loved me. They all must think I'm dead! I'd often think, never giving any outward signs that I was thinking of them. No, I'd learned a long time ago to cry inside while smiling outward, no matter how much my situation ate away at me. I'd save my tears for those nights when I would finish a party and be so bruised and so sore, I'd lie there in the infirmary and wail, ice packs often needed to soothe the bleeding and swelling down below while I'd have my wrists treated for the ropes that dug in too deep while I was subdued during rough sex, or the horrible welts to my entire body from the whips that they so loved to use on me for their idea of play.

When I thought of how my life had taken such a turn, my mind went to him. Always to him. He had put me in this hell. No freedom, no control, even over my own body; no right to say no to what was being done to me and all because I'd refused him; turned my back on what he wanted from me, turned my back on our baby… Not a day went by where I didn't think of that child. It would be the only one I would have ever had; Thomas saw to that when he sent me here. He'd won.

"The past is the past, Amanda. You can't live there!" I said to myself as I sat in the bath house in the far corner of the giant tub, soaking in a bath of milk and rose petals with the other girls before tonight's party. Another that I prayed I'd only be required to sit and stroke egos. Maybe have a couple of them feed from me- of course it was never left at just that.

Two months ago, the master had decided that I was to be one of the girls that would feed him during sex. He'd long had a milk fetish I found out not long after being here when I'd begun to notice things around me, having resigned myself to the fact that I was stuck here at least for now. I'd noticed that three of the girls; Angelique, Paradise and Kyoko often would entertain this way and sometimes at night when we weren't performing, Angelique, the newest to have this done to her would be terribly engorged and need the nurse to come and administer the pump. Having learned quite severely when she'd tried to let off the pressure by herself. We weren't considered human. We didn't touch our bodies except when instructed to, not even scratching an itch. Everything was monitored. Anyway, when I'd seen this, I wondered how it was possible and asked Kyoko one day. Drugs. Master kept drugs to induce lactation and once the drugs took effect, him and the others feeding kept the supply steady. When he'd chosen me to be one of them to participate in this sickening perversion, I begged him not to, and was rewarded with a hearty slap to the face that bloodied my nose, to remind me. I was at his mercy. I was started on drugs to make milk come in and had to deal with the effects of them. My breasts swelled, going up a whole cup size and my nipples grew as well, though they, with the breast, hurt so bad and I couldn't take my piercings out. I'd run a fever for weeks on end and with the fever and the terrible pain I was in, I'd still be required to perform and have my breasts often manhandled. It was hell.

"Seraphine, Master has requested your company." A woman who entered the bathing room said. She was nude, save the tiny bikini panties like we were required, but she was adorned with beautiful henna tattoos and jewels about her head, arms and ankles. The same way we'd all be made up when it was time to entertain. But she was always this way.

Immediately, I got up, the gold barbells in my nipples shining. I was immediately dried off by the attendants and whisked away into the next room to be rubbed down with oils before being taken into the master's suites. Though it was still forced sex, it meant that I wouldn't have to work the party tonight. It had been that way for a long time. I was becoming one of the masters favorites. slowly. And that was, in my book, something to be celebrated because it was getting me and all of us that much closer to freedom!

"His heart just stopped beating." Was the explanation the doctor gave her when he was born. "Sometimes; and we don't know why, but it happens…" Her water had suddenly broken in the middle of a case. Nick had been there and rushed her to the hospital. Two hours later, after numerous tries to get the contractions to stop, her son was born, weighing only a few ounces. She was devastated to say the least. She remembered how Nick had held her, and how she never wanted to let go, but then David came with the girls...

This baby she was carrying was David's. She had had months to adjust to this but she still couldn't believe it as she sat at her desk and absently yet lovingly ran her hands over her swell and stopped where her navel was now poking out. It had been this way for months; months that she wished would have told her that they were his. This baby boy… She thought. Deep down wishing that he were Nick's.

Thinking back to four months ago, it was all she could do to not scream right there. She was absolutely heartbroken. Part of her still loved him, a big part of her. And when she lost that baby, she just wished that everything could have been different. Secretly, she'd hoped that Nick would have turned out to be the twins father and somehow they'd work their way back to each other but fate had different plans. It's not that she didn't love David; she loved him with all her heart but when you spend so much time on a relationship, especially one like her and Nick's. They'd been through so much; he'd helped her to get over her fears after Lewis and had reintroduced her to life and living; to lovemaking. When you let that go and it's unresolved…

"Hey Liv, Melinda needs to see you, now!" Fin said as he stood in the doorway of her office, disturbing her, thankfully from her thoughts.

"She found something?"

"If I had to guess. You gonna be alright? You look like you're gonna collapse!"

"Yeah, this baby is taking a lot out of me." She said getting up. "But I'm okay. I tell you, I will be so glad when he decides to come out."

"What do you got, seven weeks?"

"Barely. Though I don't think I'll go all the way this time. If there's a god, I'm praying I'll deliver much sooner." She said as she grabbed her coat on the way out.

Ever since that day, he's been thinking to himself like Liv and Fin that they'll never find Amanda if she's alive, with Thomas dead.

He wishes every day that that he hadn't given into his anger and had Mr. Answari kill the bastard. Even though he now knows that what he'd told Mr. Answari was true, Thomas had been responsible for killing his daughter. He just wished that he'd taken the time to get answers out of him before…

"Can't change it now Nick!" He told himself as he sat at his desk. He meant to open his phone to contacts to find a phone number when he accidentally opened his pictures and saw the one that he just couldn't get rid of; he and Olivia in her apartment two years ago. He remembered it was early in the morning, one of the weekends that the girls were with David, and he and Liv had spent the entire weekend in bed, just making love like nothing else mattered. Anyway, she had fixed him breakfast, and they ended up making love on the counter, but before they did, Olivia snapped a picture of them kissing.

He's been staring at that picture daily for the last six Months and God he still loves her! Even in spite of everything! Even though he's tried so hard to let her go, to tell himself that she's moved on; he can't seem to get her out of his system! He thought back to that day when she lost one of her babies. Luckily he was there because she was so scared and when he'd found out from the doctor that she'd lost him, he went to her and just held her so impossibly tight; it was as if on some level, they mourned that loss as more than what they were to each other now. Acquaintances who occasionally had to work together. She held that baby; that beautiful, tiny child and together they cried for that loss and in that moment as he had every moment, he wished to god that those twins had been his babies. Even the little life they'd- she'd lost.

"Amaro, you and Mays get down to Broadway and 44th, we got one." His captain said, he guessed he'd make that call later.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" I moaned as the dick of the man I called my master was buried in my ass and simultaneously, he wore a strap on that was buried just as deeply in my pussy. A spiked, very large dildo and he was ramming me at a punishing pace.

I'm lost somewhere between pleasure and pain as I stay in position; face down, ass up high. I was cumming uncontrollably from being fucked nearly to death while milk flowed freely from my breasts, every drop of it painful. I needed to be suckled, to get release and let down but I knew better than to touch, just like I knew better than to ask for a break although he was hurting me with his thrusts. But I knew the price if I asked for one. So instead, I voiced my pleasure, even though my pleasure had long ago ended and now it was just painful. "Please!" I begged, wanting him to stop but he took it as me wanting more and fucked me even harder. My ass and pussy are on fire! Master is not a small man, and the dildo is a large one. Not to mention he's had an assortment of other toys brought in to use on me.

Quickly when he makes me cum again, squirting all over the bed, he pulls out and lies on his back, slapping my ass to roll over and mount him and I don't hesitate to do it. Groaning loudly as I felt the massive dildo stretching my already abused and aching asshole while I lowered myself on it, and his massive penis sank into my vagina. The only salvation I could find in the situation was that as soon as he grabbed my hips and slammed me down on him, he pulled me forward and immediately went to sucking my left nipple, wrapping his mouth around my areola and blissfully releasing my milk while he squeezed the other and it soon poured all over him, and honestly, I was in heaven. Right now, in spite of the pain down below, my breasts were being relieved of their painful engorgement and like always, I revelled in it while secretly getting a look around the huge room to see what I would be able to use to my advantage, when the time came!

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