Current A/N: Yay thanks for the reveiws :) I'm glad some of you who read it previously are back! So, here's the next bit.

Authors Note: Okay, to help with the progression of this fic, i'm going to start labeling the days. There is going to be a shift from the way the first 3 chapters were written, to the ones from now on. Hopefully it works out better this new way :)

This chapter is also going to contain some pretty graphic/disturbing material and explicit sex.

Chapter 4

Day 3

Chase braced his fall with his hands, grunting as he felt a stab of pain shoot up his left wrist. He kept his eyes clenched as he was rolled onto his back. A forceful pair of hands pushed down on his shoulders while another yanked off his pajama bottoms. Once they were off, his waist was then pinned to the floor while his top was pulled over his head. Now that he was fully naked, the hands let go of him and walked back over to the wall.

"Robbie." Chase winced at the sound of his voice and rolled onto his side, curling his knees tightly into his chest. He still kept his eyes firmly shut. "Robbie." The voice repeated, this time noticeably louder and more authoritative. When the trembling doctor still didn't respond, "Come here child, or I'll have to punish you again!"

This caused the hairs on Chase's neck to stand up. Against all better judgment, he slowly uncurled himself and got shakily to his feet. Now that he was standing, he had to crack open his eyes to make sure he was facing him.

"Come here, boy." The voice spoke, this time much softer and less threatening. Chase choked down the sobs forming in his throat as he tentatively walked forward. When he stopped in front of the large, throne like rocking chair, a new set of hands reached out and gripped him around the hips, pulling him onto the chair as well.

The figure had Chase straddle his lap; the boys knees on the seat besides his hips while their chests pressed together. He felt a hand brush through his blonde hair and bit down hard on his lip to keep from crying. The figure pulled gently on the boys head, resting it gingerly on his shoulder as he began to rock them back and forth.

As the chair moved, a hand was brought down across Chase's back, rubbing soothingly over the terrified mans skin. "Shhhhhhh, Robbie." A hauntingly calm voice whispered as a second hand began to travel down his skin, this time straying more towards the boys stomach. "You don't want to fight this." It told him as the hand drifted further downward towards the juncture of his thighs.

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Cuddy couldn't believe she was doing this; here, in their prison. She had no doubt that there were camera's in the room, and probably microphones; still she found herself dipping her hand into House's boxers. She wanted to blame it on the stress of their situation, or the adult channel House had switched the television to, but who was she kidding? She was aroused; his hands effortlessly sending shivers up her bare back as they stumbled their way towards the oversized bed.

She landed on her back, her knees bent over the edge of the mattress as House maneuvered her out of her skirt and panties. Her shirt was already lying across the room, keeping his jeans company. "Yours now." She instructed as she tried to yank down his boxers before he could climb on top of her.

"Mrow." House grinned naughtily at her, and with skillful ease he slipped the fabric to his ankles and kicked them off with his butchered leg. He had barely set his good knee on the blankets before her hands reached out to grip his swollen cock. This caused him to groan loudly as he lost his balance and quickly rolled from his side onto his back. Without his Vicoden, he was finding it harder and harder to put stress on his right thigh, so this position suited him just fine.

Cuddy hadn't let go of him as he rolled and was now pumping his length fervently, bringing him to his full capacity. House closed his eyes as her tongue soon slid over the tip of his cock, her lips then circling around him and sucking eagerly. "Woah, slow down Speedy Gonzales." He entwined his fingers into her hair and pulled her up his body until their faces were mere inches away. He lifted his head and placed a kiss to her lips, which she returned but then immediately pulled away.

"I want to fuck House; this isn't our bedroom, incase you've forgotten." She stared down at him, her eyes dark with lust and need. He kept his gaze on her, unable to push away the unsettled feelings stirring inside him as he took her in. He new her spontaneous sexual appetite was some form of coping mechanism, to forget about their helpless situation. Only, he wasn't sure if he would be taking advantage of her state of mind, if he gave her what she wanted. "Stop thinking and fuck me."

All rational thought fled his mind as he felt her straddle him; her moist sex dragging across his abdomen as it searched. Soon he felt her slide down on him, pushing him to the hilt in one, agonizing thrust. House had to grab onto the blankets beneath him as he fought with his body not to release right then and there. "Oh god." He uttered breathlessly as she started to raise and lower her hips; each downward thrust bringing their bodies tightly together.

Cuddy was alternating between gripping his shoulders for support and using his chest as a scratching post for her uncharacteristically long nails. "Mmm, Greg." She moaned when she felt his hands grip her hips, alleviating some of the strain on her thighs. He kept their pace steady, which was doing less and less for her, so she leant back in his lap, sliding a hand down to their union, and began rubbing her clit feverishly.

House was desperately holding back; wanting her to reach her orgasm first. With her fingers teasing herself, he didn't have to wait too much longer before he felt her stiffen; her back arched while a high pitched whimper escaped her parted lips. The feel of her walls clenching around him, brought him moments later, though he refrained from making any noise louder than a low grunt.

Her body satiated, Cuddy began to wind down from the high, her body still trapping him inside. "Oh god." She whispered as her eyes made contact with his. House saw it coming moments before the first tear spilled down her flushed cheek; his arms reaching up to pull her into his embrace. "Oh god." She was now crying fully, her face buried in the spot between his neck and shoulder.

He couldn't think of anything to say. He knew he could never empathize with what she was feeling at that moment, so trying to reassure her would be pointless. It was hard enough for him to pinpoint what it was he was feeling, so to avoid the risk of sounding patronizing, he simply kept his mouth shut and held her to him as she cried.

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"Your brother was such a good boy for me, so as a reward I'm not going to fuck either of you." Allison tightened her grip on Remy's hand as they watched the man circling around them. As had happened twice before, the moment they'd been brought into the white room, they had been forced to the floor and stripped of all their clothing. Now they stood, naked and trembling, in the center of the room as dark, piercing eyes examined them.

"Please let us go." Cameron whimpered as the figure tightened his circle to the point he could easily reach out and touch them. The new day had brought with it fresh batches of tears, and neither girl had hesitated to take advantage of this.

"Why would I let you leave?" The voice questioned. "This is your home; this is where you'll grow up." At his cryptic response the girls glanced at each other and began to cry harder. "No no no, shhhhh." He soothed as he brought a hand up to wipe some of the tears off of Remy's cheeks. The girl pulled away and instinctively inched behind her friend. The figure had stopped circling and was now glancing patiently between the two frightened girls. "It's okay to cry now; I know you miss your Mommy and Daddy." This time his hand brushed across Cameron's face. "But they will be home soon, which is why I need to teach you to become more obedient, satisfying children."

Remy jerked away again as the hand tried to brush through one of her pigtails. "Satisfying?" She questioned through her tears. She could have easily guessed what he was referring to, but the words had come out of her mouth before she could stop herself. The figure smiled lovingly at her, but didn't answer.

"I need you two princesses to follow me now." The man was suddenly walking away from them towards a large door in the corner of the room. Neither girl moved from their spot. Sensing that he was alone, the figure turned rapidly and pointed a heated finger towards them. "Girls, come here now!" He pointed to the floor beside him.

Allison forced herself to take a step forward, the hand still gripping Remy's causing the other girl to unwillingly follow her. "We have to do this." She whispered to the younger doctor as they made eye contact. "Chase said not to fight him." Remy was biting so hard on her lip that blood was beginning to trickle down her chin. She didn't understand how either of them could say such a thing, as it felt to her like giving up. Cameron tugged harder on her hand when she'd stopped moving forward with her. "Remy, please." Her voice was almost desperate, pleading. "We should stay together."

The figure had about run out of patience. "Listen to your sister, Remy." He tried to keep calm through his gritted, tense teeth. "Or I will separate you two and take back what I had said about the fuckings." This got the younger girl to unhinge and together they slowly crossed the floor towards him and the door.

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Chase pulled the helpless yellow duck all the way to the bottom of the large garden style tub, and then let it go, watching as it soared up to the waters surface with a satisfying plop. He wasn't sure what had compelled him to empty the entire bucket of bath toys into the water with him, but now that he was surrounded by rubber ducks and toy boats, he found it oddly comforting; like it could take his mind off of everything that had happened and give him something innocent and benign to deal with.

He was halfway through orchestrating a ducks vs pirates sea battle when the door in the bedroom swung open and then slammed shut a few moments later. Startled though he was, he hadn't jumped this time. He'd just assumed it was Cameron and Thirteen being brought back in. This was confirmed, when a few seconds later, they both appeared in the doorway of the bathroom. Each had on identical bright pink dresses; their hair no longer in pigtails, but sprawled damply across their neck and shoulders. Chase ignored his quickly drifting armadas to look up at them. "Hi." It was all he could think of to say.

"Hi." Cameron replied softly, followed moments later by an awkward Thirteen. The two girls walked further into the bathroom until they were staring down at Chase in the oversized tub.

Chase took note of their appearance and frowned. "They let you shower somewhere else?" He absently grabbed a duck that was floating by his left arm and squeezed it, water squirting out of the hole in the bottom of the toy.

"He gave us a bubble bath." Remy stated, reaching up to wipe away a stray piece of hair from her forehead. The two girls continued to watch the toys floating around the surface of the water, neither showing much emotion over the events of the last hour. As doctors, they instantly recognized the symptoms of shock in each other, but when compared to alternative reactions, none of them seemed to care.

Allison watched as Chase continued to play with the yellow duck. "Can we?" She motioned towards the water hesitantly, oddly afraid of being rejected by him. Chase immediately moved towards the far end of the tub and kept his eyes on the water as both girls stripped off their dresses and climbed in next to him. "I feel like such a little kid." Allison whispered as she plucked a toy pirate ship from the surface and held it up to her face.

Remy was rubbing her arms beneath the surface of the water, desperately trying to get rid of the chill that had settled permanently into her body. "I think that's the point." She sighed in response, giving first Allison and then Chase a defeated look.

There was a momentary pause before Chase found himself holding back a painful grin. "They don't teach you how to deal with this in Med School." He shook his head. "I'm sorry guys." He quickly followed up, though he couldn't wipe the expression off his face. "This is just so, well, fucked up."

"Yeah." Allison pushed her pirate ship across the water over towards Remy, who splashed it towards Chase. "But three doctors from the same department mysteriously gone missing, is definitely going to alert the authorities. I'm sure House has got everyone and their grandmother out looking for us."

Chase sucked on his lip at this. "Allison, House and Cuddy were with us in the Morgue. I mean, that's the last place I remember being before waking up here."

Remy looked up from the toy mermaid she was inspecting. "You think they're here as well?" Her stomach was twisting itself into knots at the thought.

Allison squeezed a rubber frog, which unceremoniously squirted a stream of water right into her face. They suddenly found themselves laughing, unable to stay serious in the moment. The oldest doctor was the first to come to her senses. "Oh god, listen to us. We are acting like little kids." Her face took on a fearful expression as she glanced between her two colleagues.

Chase frowned. "Well, if House is here, then I'm sure someone else will notice us missing." He suddenly realized that he'd been staring at Allison's chest and quickly averted his eyes. She hadn't noticed. Or if she had, she didn't say anything. "We already know that whoever this guy is, he's not afraid to - " He stopped mid-sentence, knowing they all understood his point. "I think we should just play along for now."

Remy glanced at him, eyes wide. "Chase, he's raped us once. You think he won't do it again if we play along with his sick fantasy?" The mermaid in her hands was emitting a high pitched squeak as she clenched it tightly in her fists.

"I don't know what he'll do if we cooperate, Remy, but he's made damn sure we know what he'll do if we don't." Chase reached out and placed a hand on the youngest doctors shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Thirteen drew in a deep breath and held it while she willed herself not to start crying again. Allison stared at her empathetically and carefully drew the girl into her arms. Moments later Chase was on her other side, his own arms crossing over Cameron's as they cocooned the tearful doctor between them.

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