Authors Note: So maybe i'll be posting 2 chapters a day... only if I keep getting a good amount of reviews for each that is ;) Plus it's awesome to see so many people reading this story for the second time and still loving it :-D
Warning: A little more abuse, non-con sexual acts etc
Chapter 6
Day 5
The next morning found all three of the ducklings huddled together in the white room. This was the first time they'd all been together, and none of them knew if this was a good thing or a bad thing. The man soon walked in and they all tensed, waiting for the other men to start forcefully stripping them. Only this didn't happen; the figure skipped over initiating this act and instead stepped about ten feet away from the three. "They won't force you if you do it yourself." He said simply, noticing their tentative glances at the men around the room.
Remy bit down hard on her tongue, trying to work up the nerve to put her plan into action. Eyes closed, she counted slowly to ten and then took in a big gulp of air. Opening her eyes a few moments later, she confidently strode forward across the gap between her friends and the man. At least she hoped she was appearing confident, cause inside her mind was threatening to shut down and leave her in hysterics.
The figure inclined his head as the youngest girl approached. The bravery and certainty on her face surprised, but also pleased him. "Yes child?" He asked, smiling at her patiently. To everyones surprise, the girl began tugging at the buttons to her top, letting it fall to the floor once opened; her pajama bottoms and panties quickly following suit. She now stood there, completely naked with her arms at her side, her eyes searching his for approval.
"Interesting." He mused as he stepped around her, eyeing her up and down. "Are you trying to tell me that you understand and accept your role in the family?" She nodded slowly, her eyes now averted to the floor. She could hear Chase and Allison whimpering in the background behind her. The man stopped circling her and placed a hand gently on her shoulder. "Prove it." With that, he turned her around to face the other two doctors.
Remy felt an overwhelming sense of shame as she looked at the incredulous expression on their faces. Allison she could understand, but she had told her idea to Chase the night before. She didn't have an opportunity to think more on this because the figure was now pushing her forwards, towards the other two. "Do you love your big sister, Remy?" He asked, motioning for the men around the room to draw Chase to the side.
"Uh, yes. I love her." She hoped he couldn't hear the wavering she knew laced her voice.
The figure released her shoulder and stepped back. "Good. Now I want you to show her how much you love her." This cryptic request caused both girls to stare up at him. He kept his face pleasant as he focused his gaze on Allison. "Little sisters love to please their older sisters." He restated, "So I think you should give your big sister an orgasm."
"What?!" Remy exclaimed, her facade immediately broken. She twirled on her heels to stare at him. "You can't expect me to-" She couldn't finish because he'd suddenly reached out and slapped her hard across the cheek. The force of the blow brought her to her knees.
"Don't hurt her!" Allison ran to her friend and brought her into her arms. Her lip was split and bleeding, but she otherwise seemed okay. The man simply stared at the two, his expression no longer pleasant.
"It was a simple instruction. If she really accepted herself as your younger sister, she would not have questioned it. Do you think your new parents are going to want a child that lies?" He paused for a few moments, running his hand over his chin. He needed a new strategy. "Allie, you're going to stay with me." He waved at his men, "Take Robbie and Remy back to their bedroom."
Allison barely had time to stand up before hands were on Remy, pulling the struggling girl towards the door. Chase was being pushed towards it as well, his angry remarks meshing with the younger girls pleading ones. Soon they were gone, leaving Cameron completely alone with him. "Why are you doing this?" She whispered, turning to face the man.
"Because there's something wrong with you." He explained, watching the surprise in her face at this new response.
"There's nothing-"
"Silence!" His voice thundered around the room, effectively silencing her in fright.
"You will not speak back to me. You will not question what I tell you." He was walking towards her now. She remained still even when his hand reached out and brushed some hair behind her ear. She was exhausted, emotionally and physically; she simply didn't have it in her to fight. Especially since he didn't seem interested in hurting her physically.
"As a young child you lived with both your Mom and Dad. You had a sister, two years younger than yourself. You lived in a nice suburban neighborhood, went to a private elementary school, had many friends..." He could see the shock in her eyes as he rattled off her history. "On the outside you appeared to be part of a happy, healthy family."
Cameron knew what was coming next and tried to prepare herself for having her past thrown back at her. "But your family wasn't happy, or healthy, was it Allie?" The hand in her hair moved to brush a stray tear from her cheek. "Shhhh, you don't have to cry." His palm was now cupping the side of her face as more tears began to spill.
"Your Mommy and Daddy stopped loving each other. They yelled and fought all the time, didn't they?" It was rhetorical so he kept on going. "Do you know why your parents split up?" He paused, giving her time to process what he was saying. Not that she needed to; for she already knew what was going to come next.
"They split up because of you, Allie." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, she broke down. His arms caught her before she could slide to the floor; her legs too weak to help her stand. Taking advantage of the situation he had caused, the figure hoisted the girl into his arms and carried her over to his large rocking chair. Keeping her head to his chest, he sat down, placing her body sideways across his lap.
Cameron couldn't control it; her heart was aching like it was happening all over again. A small part of her mind was trying to keep her rational, make her realize that this was just another mind game. Unfortunately, the rest of her mind was focused on relieving the pain she still felt inside.
Her hands had gripped onto his shirt the moment he'd started rocking them gently; his own hands placed benignly on her stomach and back. "Your Daddy never touched you; not like he did your sister." He continued, his voice calm and soothing. "You were so jealous of her. You wanted your Daddy to love you just as much, right?"
Allison's sobs had turned into sniffles; her eyes glazed over and unfocused as he talked to her. "You did something bad, Allie. You told Mommy he didn't love you and she got mad, didn't she? She got mad at Daddy, and that's why she made him go away." The hand on her back had slipped under her shirt in order to rub tenderly across her skin. He could feel the tension evaporating from her body, her face now pressing into his shirt for comfort.
He felt a pang of excitement as his plan was nearly completely. He continued to rock her as he prepared to force in the last dagger. "There's something very wrong with you, Allie. That's why your Daddy didn't love you."
*****
"What if we don't get rescued? Huh? What if these people do manage to brainwash her? Do they really expect us to be her parents?" Cuddy was pacing back and forth over her favorite patch of carpet by the bed. "I mean, is any of this even possible?" She paused to stare questioningly at House.
He was perched on the edge of the mattress, clad only in his boxers, his hands expertly massaging his injured thigh. The Ibuprofen he'd found in the bathroom was helping to take the edge off his Vicoden withdrawal, but was doing next to nothing for his actual pain. He was only half listening to Cuddy as she rambled off statements and questions and more statements, rarely giving him the opportunity to reply or voice his own opinion.
Now that she was silent, "Of course it's possible; cults have been doing it for years. Political parties too. They just need to strip away her identity; cause her to question everything she knows. Or make her believe she's done something bad to warrant this situation, and that the only way she can atone is by conforming. If they really want to infantilize her, I don't doubt that they're going to succeed."
Cuddy brought a hand up to her forehead, the other clutching the fabric over her chest. How could this be happening to them? What kind of sick, twisted irony was it, that she'd always wanted a baby and now she was getting one? "Dr. Cameron's stronger than that." She had to hope.
House had given up hoping the moment he'd seen his ducklings folder. "No Lisa, she's not."
*****
"This is all my fault." Remy whimpered, a large stuffed dog wrapped tightly in her arms; the fur on it's head effective at soaking up her tears. Both lunch and dinner had come and gone, but Allison still hadn't been brought back. "You were right, I shouldn't have tried to fool him. Oh god Chase, what if he's really hurting her because of me?"
Chase was sitting a few feet away, his knees pulled up into his chest. He had been listening to Remy cry all day and was no more eager to comfort her now than he had been earlier. He had told her it wouldn't work, trying to pretend she'd succumbed. But she still tried, and failed, and now Allison was taking the fall for her stunt. He just hoped that whatever it was that was happening to her, it wasn't bad enough to break her.
*****
"You're very pretty, Allie. But if you want your new Daddy to love you, your going to have to stop arguing with me." The man picked up her sippy cup and handed it over to her. He had brought her into a second master bedroom, both of them now lying on the oversized bed against the far wall. They had their backs propped up on pillows to give them more of a reclined position, the dark red blankets pulled up over their laps. Both of them were still fully clothed. "Have some more to drink." He instructed.
She'd lost count of how many cups of juice he'd had her drink since bringing her into his bedroom; he'd made it clear that she was to do everything he asked her to. Placing the awkward mouth piece into her mouth, she tipped her head back and drew out as much juice as she could in one long breath. Once she'd swallowed, he'd taken the cup and placed it back on the nightstand.
"I was a little kid then, I didn't know that what my father was doing to Julia was wrong. But I did do the right thing in the end, I stopped him from hurting her." She continued to counter each of his statements. When he had brought it up in the White Room, she hadn't been able to latch on to the rational side of her emotions. What she had felt hours before was exactly how she had felt when she was eight.
It was taking all his energy to keep from hitting the girl every time she disagreed with him. But he needed her to trust him, to feel safe with him. Working on the three of them at once had been a mistake, but now that he had reworked his plan, he wasn't going to screw it up by letting his temper get the best of him. "You didn't do the right thing." He insisted, the arm wrapped around her shoulders shaking her slightly. "You got your Daddy in trouble. You made your Mommy cry. Daddy's don't love little girls who do those things. That's why your Daddy went away. He went to find another daughter; one that didn't have anything wrong with her."
Allison shook her head, knowing there were some major flaws in his logic. Only her head was now starting to feel foggy, her own logic being suppressed by the drugs she didn't know he had been placing in her drinks. It's like she could hear what was wrong with his statements, but once she'd processed the error, the information was then pulled away. She didn't like this feeling at all.
The man noticed her disorientation and grinned; the drugs couldn't have taken effect at a more appropriate time. "Allie, are you okay?" He asked, concern expertly laced through his voice. She blinked a few times, clearing the haze, and then looked up at him and smiled. "Good. I want you to move to the center of the bed." He tossed the blanket off their legs and motioned her where to go. Now that he knew one drug was working, it was time to test if the other one he'd slipped her was working as well.
Allison slowly got to her knees and crawled to the spot he'd pointed at. Once there, she sat down and faced him curiously. Her vision was starting to blur, but she kept her gaze on him as best she could. The figure got up and moved so he was now kneeling behind her. He wrapped one arm around her torso and lifted her up to her knees, her back against his stomach. With his free hand he gripped one of hers and dragged it down to the waistband of her pants. He'd managed to slip both their hands beneath the two layers of fabric before she realized what he was doing. "No, I don't want to." She whimpered, trying to pull her hand from his grasp.
"I told you not to argue with me." He said over her shoulder, into her ear. With half her mind floating in the clouds, he was soon able to keep her from continuing to fight him. "Besides, I think you'll like this." He grinned. With his hand instructing hers, he pressed her fingers into her moist folds. This got the desired rise out of her. On contact with her clit, she bucked her hips and groaned loudly. "See, doesn't that feel good?" He knew he just needed to get her going, and then the aphrodisiacs he'd slipped her would do the rest.
*****
House glanced at the picture in his hands one more time before folding it and ripping it into pieces. He was enormously glad that Cuddy was in the shower when the new envelope had been slipped under the door. If she had seen the photo that had been placed on top of the new papers, she would have no doubt broken down again. It had been another picture of Cameron. She was kneeling on a bed; her back arched, one hand buried down the front of her pajama pants. Her face was contorted in an expression House easily recognized as ecstasy. He would have bet anything that this photo was taken the moment she orgasmed.
He tossed the remnants of the photo into the bin and then sat down with the remaining papers in the new folder. Unfortunately they appeared to be copies of the adoption paperwork they'd already received in the previous folder. Sighing, he tossed it onto the coffee table and went back to waiting for Cuddy to finish her shower so they could go to bed.
Authors Note: Woo boy, that was long! I'm trying a different approach, now that i've read up on some more stuff on mind control/brainwashing. Once again, apologies for the lack of Huddy, but I will be more than making it up within the next chapter or two. *evil grin*