CHAPTER 12: Sex Slave
AN: Sorry for being late with this, again!
Selina opened her eyes to the sounds of medical equipment and beeping devices. She felt tired and groggy, like the life had been drained out of her. She tried to move her arms but something tight was wrapped around her wrists and she couldn't pull them off no matter how hard she tried.
As she focused her vision she realized she was in a hospital room, resting on an adjustable bed against which her hands had been tied down with leather straps. She turned to the right where the medical equipment was humming and saw someone resting on the guest bed. It was Bruce.
She lay silently on the bed for a while contemplating everything that had happened, the last thing she remembered was tearfully tearing a razor blade across her skin and watching the blood run down her skin. Obviously Bruce saved her, he couldn't bear the thought of losing herand she hated that he cared so much. It made him vulnerable.
Her previously numb fingers were now slowly regaining their sense of touch and she realized that she had been holding the call button for the nurse's station. She clicked the button a couple of times and waited for the response. A few moments later the nurse appeared to investigate the situation.
"Anything wrong?" The dark-skinned brunette questioned.
"My hands are tied." Selina replied.
"That's for your own safety ma'am. We'll remove them once we ensure your condition is stable." The nurse replied.
Selina didn't protest further, she had earned this. As the nurse left, Selina noticed that Brue had been jolted awake and was now staring at her. He didn't look happy.
"How are you?" Bruce asked.
"Doing fine." Selina said sheepishly, for once she couldn't be mad at him.
"Are you satisfied, with what you did?" Bruce questioned, his voice bitter and full of grief.
"You don't have any right to be angry." She answered just as quietly as before.
Bruce walked over and loomed over her, she noticed he had been crying, " I have every right! What gives you the right to kill yourself? Why would you do this to me?"
"I didn't do anything to you, I just took matters into my own hands." Selina replied.
Bruce was having none of it, "You're selfish you know that. You think nobody cares so it's okay to throw your life away. I mean what do you care who you hurt, right?"
"Nobody cares Bruce. My friends either turned on me or abandoned me. Even my mom's probably never coming back. I got nobody Bruce. Everybody else just pretends." Selina said sadly.
"And me? Do I mean nothing to you?" Bruce questioned angrily.
Selina turned to him with a sad smile, "You mean everything to me. But I'm not worth it. I'm a fuckup and a burden."
Bruce pushed himself away from the bed and began to pace, "You're not a fuckup. You're hurt and you think that killing yourself will make it go away. But it doesn't. You'll just shift your pain to someone else."
"So what do I do?" Selina asked sadly.
"Endure. That's what I have been doing. That's what everyone does." Bruce said adamantly.
"And what if you can't take it anymore, what if you're not strong enough. " Selina questioned.
"Then you find strength in others, your family or your friends…" Bruce began.
"Or someone that means something special to you." Selina finished.
"Am I special then? Or someone to just use whenever you feel like it, to bat around like a toy." Bruce questioned.
"No, never! You are special to me." Selina wailed.
"Then why do this? To yourself? To me?" Bruce questioned leaning over the bed.
Selina turned away and was silent for some time. Bruce accepted her non-answer and plopped himself down on the sofa near the windows. Soon the only sounds in the room were the occasional beeps from the heart rate monitor and the almost inaudible drip of the IV.
"What are we going to do Bruce?" Selina asked turning back towards him.
"We'll manage." Bruce replied.
"How, will you keep me locked away in some room in Wayne Manor? Visiting occasionally to fuck me?" Selina asked.
Bruce was shocked and appalled by the implication, "How can you say that? I would never do that to you. I… I would try to make you as comfortable as possible; I'd dedicate my life to you!" He said with protest.
"And what about everything else? You once said you'd dedicate yourself to finding your parents killer and getting them justice. The court is still out there and god knows who else. You said you'd save others from your fate." Selina questioned.
Bruce was silent as he contemplated Selina's words. Indeed he couldn't risk Selina in her vulnerable state; his crusade may have to be put on hold indefinitely. There was no telling when a cure could be found and that was assuming there was a cure in the first place. That would have to be his new mission.
"I'm not sure. There are things… my parent's legacy, getting them justice. But… I will make time for you, we have to… we must solve this together" Bruce stammered.
Selina responded with a tearful smile, "That is why Bruce, that is why I was going to kill myself. So I could stop being such a problem for everyone. You'd tear yourself apart trying to have it both ways and I don't want to watch that. Listen to me talk, when did I start caring so much."
"Selina, please. Don't make me choose." Bruce pleaded.
"It's ok Bruce, you never needed me. No one did." Selina replied and turned her head over.
Bruce wasn't sure how to respond and left the room dejectedly. Outside, Alfred had been waiting for him with the expectation that Bruce would want to stay until Selina was discharged. To his surprise Bruce told him to take him home. Naturally, Alfred questioned the sudden change of heart.
"Is there something wrong Master Bruce?"
"No, there's just no reason to stay." Bruce admitted quietly.
"Now hold on a minute, something happened in there innit?" Alfred questioned.
"Yes, something happened. Selina freed me from my responsibilities towards her. She no longer needs me." Bruce said bitterly as he turned around.
"Tell me Bruce, why do you tolerate this behavior from her? Why suffer this going back and forth?" Alfred asked.
"I don't know. I want to be free of it." Bruce replied.
"Free of what? Human affection?" Alfred teased.
"If this is affection then I would rather be by myself." Bruce replied.
"Well it's certainly a part of it; no relationship is solely puppies and rainbows. You need to take the good with the bad." Alfred explained.
"But I only see the bad. She's suicidal and I want to help but even now she pushes me away." Bruce protested.
"There is a good reason for that, much like yourself she's a loner. I've seen people like her and their greatest fear is the feeling of being dependent on someone. They fear shedding their armor for even one second would leave them open for betrayal and a fatal blow." Alfred replied.
"So what do I do? Just leave her?" Bruce questioned, crossing his arms.
"Why not? Unless you do truly feel something for her in which case you won't. I always thought Miss Kyle would eventually get bored of you but time and time again she crawls through your window, poking and prodding you to see what you say and do." Alfred answered.
"I hate it. Why can't things be… simpler?" Bruce wondered.
"To be honest, many say that simple is boring. No spice in predictability and all that. However, if you do want simple you need to make a crucial choice. Things are muddled and chaotic because you keep chasing ghosts of past crimes and she is desperate for a place to belong but isn't sure if it's with you."
Bruce contemplated his words before replying, "I said I would keep her safe… but I can't do that in Gotham. This city is pain… Selina said as much. No wonder neither of us has experienced any sense of peace."
"Consider your next move carefully Master Wayne, do you want to run away?" Alfred questioned.
"Yes. Is that bad? We're kids; we'd be running away from things far bigger in scope than either of us can manage. Everyone things I'm way over my head and maybe they're right." Bruce nodded with understanding.
"I can't say I'm upset with your decision Master Bruce, perhaps one day we can return when we are better equipped at handling the mess of Gotham City. As a philanthropist, like your father would have wanted." Alfred admitted.
Bruce let out a deep sigh and went back inside the room. Immediately he felt warm and the scent of lilacs entered his nostrils. His vision was hazy and then he saw her writhing on the bed, moaning softly. She looked at him longingly, like there was this energy building up inside her and she was desperate for release.
He wordlessly moved over to the side of her bed and proceeded to slip his hand under the sheets. Selina squirmed with anticipation as she felt his hand tug at the tie that held her gown together. Bruce slipped his hand through the new opening and navigated towards her now moistening slit with a teasing smile on his face.
He began to the rub the slick fleshy surface to which Selina responded by arching her head back. She bit her lip while he continued to stroke her before trying to penetrate the opening. There was an audible squelch as he managed to jab his middle finger into her.
Selina let out a light gasp as Bruce began to work her and she grew wetter with each thrust. Suddenly she felt a tight squeeze on her chest and noticed that Bruce was teasing her breasts through the fabric. She tried to stay as silent as possible but the little sparks of pleasure pulsing through her made it a challenge.
Both noticed that the monitor in the background was beeping faster and faster, they had been informed that if the monitors showed unusual activity, the attending nurse would be immediately called. They both had the same thought.
"Do you think we can push it fast enough for the nurse to get called?" Bruce pondered out loud.
"Let's find out." Selina breathed.
Bruce started to thrust his finger faster and faster into her, he watched her squirm even more and tried to enhance the effect by squeezing and tugging at her soft nipples. She was very sensitive there, perfect for getting the heart racing.
But that would never be enough. Once he was sure her insides were lubricated enough, he pushed a second finger which itself was followed quickly by a third. Both Selina and the monitor began to go wild; Bruce figured that the pain of having your vagina stretched so much must have been a factor.
"Does it hurt?" Bruce questioned.
"Keep going." Selina groaned as she balled her fist.
They both knew what was next. Selina steeled herself as Bruce inserted his thumb into her, she grunted through the pain and gritted her teeth. Finally, Bruce managed to stick his pinky finger into her except something went wrong, the hole felt different.
Selina cried out as Bruce penetrated her rectal opening while Bruce unsure of what to do next carried on thrusting his hand into and out of her. Selina protested, she was now flipping back and forth between two sensations in rapid succession, pleasure and pain pulsing through her.
The heart rate monitor was beeping quite fast now, as if the patient were in some duress but not quite enough. It didn't take long however, Selina could feel something building up inside her and wanted release. She begged Bruce to go faster and faster, the room now filled with both of their grunts and moans.
Suddenly it came and so did Selina. Bruce felt mucous like liquid coat his hand as Selina's insides became slick like a watery slide. Selina let out a long, exasperated moan as if a great weight was lifted off her shoulders. She began panting vigourouly while feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Bruce quickly removed himself from her and began to wipe his hand on a towel just as the nurse burst in. She moved over to Selina to check on her and at her first it seemed that she didn't suspect a thing. As she undid Selina's straps Bruce began to move away but was stopped by an exasperated sigh from the nurse.
"Ugh… this is highly inappropriate, you do know that right?"
"Um. What do you mean?" Bruce asked nonchalantly.
The nurse turned around and shook her head with dismay, "Mr. Wayne, just because you're the benefactor of this hospital and a friend of the patient that does not mean you have the right to ruin the decorum of our establishment."
"Jeez lady, he just finger banged me, is it that bad?" Selina asked with a laugh.
"Fine, whatever!" The nurse sighed and after a quick check of Selina's vitals, she left.
Bruce and Selina fell into giggles the moment she left. It was that bit of levity that caused a moment of clarity in Bruce's previously clouded mind. He realized that true happiness was there before him but he always denied it to himself. He considered his actions in the previous year or so and wondered if any of it was worth it.
He had mostly figured out the who and it was easy to understand the why. He could work at it hard enough until they were dragged kicking and screaming into a prison cell but something inside told him that was naïve, a kind of fantasy those who are wronged always cling too till their dying breath.
Perhaps it was time to step away, maybe he had spooked them enough that they wouldn't try anything or at least he no longer held any importance in their machinations. Perhaps that was enough. It was settled then; he'd drop his foolish crusade as Alfred had called it so many times and live his life proper. After all, the best revenge was living well.
He plopped himself down on the side of the bed and spoke to her, "Selina, you may not need me but I need you. I desperately need you. But I realize our current circumstances make it difficult for any of this to work…"
"What do you mean by that?" Selina questioned.
"I mean that you were right that I have to make a choice and I've made it. I'll be leaving for Florence, in Italy. I'll carry on my education, expand my father's business and live my life. And I want to do that with you by my side."
Selina was taken aback for a moment, Bruce was being deadly serious. She sat up on the bed and stared at her feet to contemplate what he was offering. She could leave this shithole town and live the high life. She thought about her friends but then wondered if she had any left. Bridget was insane and Ivy was good as dead.
Her life was hard enough before and in her current state it would be exponentially painful. The city nearly killed her dozens of times and recently had driven her to suicide. No, enough was enough. She balled her fists and offered Bruce a steely gaze of determination, "Fuck this city. Let's go Bruce, let's live the life we want and deserve for once."
Bruce embraced her much to her shock and offered his thanks. Selina meanwhile was pondering the logistics of their potential new life. One thing in particular was a matter of some concern, "Bruce, my condition."
"It can be managed. Italy's full of young couples, even underage ones like us. We can be a lot more out in the open there without fear of judgment." Bruce admitted.
"Wow… when you put it that way." Selina chuckled.
Bruce moved away for a bit and added, "We'll still search for the cure but on our own time. We both know people who can help and they can do the heavy lifting."
"Fine by me, Selina admitted. I may even get used to this. Look at you, rich boy with his own little sex slave." Selina teased.
Bruce looked embarrassed by the comparison but laughed anyway.