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A Cell Without Walls

By Hour Glass

That's how I, the fifteen-year-old princess of pacifism, succeeded in becoming a prostitute for my country. As ashamed of myself as I was, I didn't regret it. I was merely sacrificing my own dignity, in exchange for my father's. I wanted to believe that I had a worthy cause to offer my body as a part of a deal with a powerful man who was nine years my senior. Of all the obstacles I have had to overcome through out my life, this was probably the hardest one of all. I was too young; too wholesome to have gotten involved in such a scandal, but age didn't matter anymore. Worse things than this happened everyday in the war, and it was just another price I had to pay for having such a pristine existence.
As I drove from his house that afternoon I thought I had just learned just how dark and cruel the world could be- but I had no clue just yet. It wasn't until I came back to his house the next night with all of my most basic belongings when I got a true taste of what emotional hell I was in for. My stomach had not been still since the moment I signed myself away. My heart thumped against my chest so hard as I walked up that grand staircase that my whole body trembled and my knees felt like they could buckle at any moment.
Fortunately, I made it to my new room without collapsing and laid my bags on the sofa that was against the floor to ceiling window at the far end of the room. It faced the right side of the queen-sized bed made with lavender silk sheets and a deep purple, satin comforter. Arching an eyebrow I leered at the bed with sarcasm, Not much point in having a bed since I won't be using it at all. Looking over at the grandfather clock adjacent to the dresser, I saw the hour was already seven o'clock. I remembered his oh so casual mention of dinnertime at seven, but despite my growling stomach, dinner was out of the question.
I let the time pass as slowly as possible. I knew I couldn't postpone the inevitable but my mind still hadn't grasped the reality of the situation: I was going to lose my virginity to Treize Khushrenada tonight. I stirred the thought around in my mind like a glass of fine wine. It was too much for me to take in, to even comprehend. I was still waiting for someone to save me. I was totally naïve and in inexperienced in every way imaginable. I looked at the clock again, wondering how an hour had passed so quickly.
I suddenly felt very self-conscious. I stood up, locked the door and undressed my self. I looked at my small figure in the full-length mirror in front of me wondering how I had always looked so childish in my simple white brassiere and girlish pink panties. The soft pale curves of my underdeveloped body were hardly enticing. I couldn't compare to a grown woman. What would a twenty four-year-old man want with fifteen-year-old girl?
I turned away from the mirror, and finished putting my things away as a distraction. I was going to be here for a while, and all this was going to be routine. I knew eventually the nervousness would subside, but I didn't want to become used to such a lifestyle.
I looked at the clock again- 8:57. I ran a brush through my hair and misted my self with my favorite perfume with my unsteady hands. I was shaking uncontrollably as I fumbled through my clothes for a nightgown. Successfully, I found a long, cotton nightdress that fell loosely above my ankles. It was simple enough, with a lace trim around the neckline held by thin straps, exposing the long graceful cleft of my neck and shoulders. It was my favorite.
I walked down the corridors in the direction of my final destination: Treize's bedroom. Iistened to the sound of my feet padding on the blood red carpet In the dimly lit hall. Suddenly, and for no reason at all, a song popped into my head. Oddly enough it was the song my mother used to sing to me when I was very young. I remembered it always as a soothing lullaby that never failed to send me to dreamland as a child. In a sense I felt it offered some kind of security, some kind of familiarity. It reminded me of myself, something I needed very desperately at that moment. It reminded me of Relena Darlian.
There's a tear in your eye
And I'm wondering why
For it never should be there at all

With such power in your smile
Sure a stone you'd beguile
So there's never a teardrop should fall

The tune ceased as soon as the strip of light below the door at the end of the hallway caught my eye. I was frozen right there, motionless. My whole body suddenly felt very hot and I felt my muscles tense severely. My stomach churned and my heart leaped into my throat as I felt the adrenaline of my fear rise. After I had stood there for what seemed an eternity, my knees buckled and I held onto the wall for support. I wiped my damp palms on the sides of the soft gown and advanced toward the door. I took in a deep breath before raising a trembling fist to the dark wood, knocking twice.
Only a moment later the door opened by the hand of the tall, ever-charming Treize. It was odd to see him with out the usual blue OZ uniform on, it seemed unfit to see him anything but- almost like the uniform was a part of him. Instead he wore a dark green oxford shirt and slacks. His crisp, ironed shirt had a couple of buttons undone, and I remember distinctly the entrancing smell of his musky cologne, tinted with the sweet scent of roses that seemed to have permanently odored his surroundings. I followed him into the room, which was of course nothing less of gloriously luxurious. It was large as it was lavish, but tastefully so.

"You know", the sound of his voice cut through the air suddenly, making my heart skip a beat.

"It's not too late yet to change your mind."

"And send my kingdom to ruin? I will not be guilty of killing all the hope for peace my people have", I said sternly, trying to hide the shrill in my voice. I glared at him with all the hate in the world flaring from my eyes.

"Scowls don't suit you Ms. Peacecraft, don't look so angry with me."

"What do you care if I am angry with you? You still get your end of the deal."

He didn't respond, he turned to face his back to me and kept silent. There was a long pause and I stood frozen in the center of the room, anxiously waiting to see what his next move would be. After a long while, he turned again to face me and I nearly jumped after his sudden gesture, hoping he hadn't noticed my terrible skittishness.
He smirked ever so slightly and only for an instant, then his expression went serious again as he advanced. My mind was racing and I swallowed hard, trying to replenish my dry throat. He stopped when he had gotten as close to me as possible. I didn't look up because I knew he was looking right at me. I didn't want to see his eyes, his eyes would make everything real… I didn't want to believe in the moment. This wasn't happening.
He gracefully lowered himself, kneeling on one knee like a prince… Now we were face to face. I focused my eyes to the side, refusing to look down. If I looked down, I would look weak. His hand… So warm, and so foreign, gently touched my cheek, sending an electrical shock all through my body. Slowly it moved down, to the cleft of my neck, and with surprising tenderness, he stroked my jaw with his thumb. His head moved in, his lips touching mine as his other hand traced its way down the length of my torso, stopping at my waist. Caressing kisses pressed along my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, until finally reaching my lips once more. The moist heat of his tongue suggested entrance to my mouth, and for the first time, I tasted a kiss. Despite the nasty circumstances, it had to be the warmest, most sensational feeling I had ever had up until then. I knew he didn't love me, nor did he care for me, but he made it hard to believe with the way he kissed.
His hands became more intimate, and my favorite nightgown slid from my shoulders, down to a white puddle at my feet. My cheeks glowed hot with virgin modesty. The room was warm with the flicker of candlelight, still, goose bumps rose from my skin feeling his eyes burning into me. I felt his arms wrapped around me, hiding my skin, as a substitute for my disposed nightgown, and his hands met the clasp for my bra at the center of my back. I lifted my slender arms and crossed them behind his shoulders to assist him. With his cheek against my breast, and the slide of his fingers, the clasp came undone. Chills ran down my spine, and I could feel the tips of my breasts stiffen underneath the silken bra that was loosely detached from my body. A hand slid down the length of my spine, and fingertips trailed back up the newly expose skin between the two parts of my unclasped bra. N' sync, his hands moved up to my shoulders, and his two fingers delicately pinched the straps, pulling them slowly down my arms, now resting at my side. The bra soon joined the white pile of clothing at the floor around me. My first instinct was to cover myself, and my arms quickly moved to shield what had been revealed, and in one quick swoop, he picked me up, placing me on the bed. But he did not follow immediately. He stopped in front of me, as I pulled the blanket over myself and waited.
In a very dignified manner he began to remove his own clothing. With intricate fingers, he made his way down his broad chest, unfastening each button on the green shirt. He dropped the shirt to the floor and did the same to his pants. When all was finished, his perfectly sculpted anatomy was unveiled for my eyes. Though I had looked away as soon as he had started undoing his pants, I was perfectly aware of his nakedness. Once more he made his way toward me, as I sat on the edge of the bed fingering the tiny silver cross on my necklace, awaiting his next move.
He leaned over me, and slowly pulled the blanket down off of me. I didn't have time to object before I felt the entirety of his body's warmth to mine.

"Now we're even." He said softly against my lips.

I felt him shift his weight as his knee separated my legs, and he was completely parallel to me. What a feeling it was… The room was spinning along with my emotions, everything moved so fast. I wasn't ready for this. My breathing picked up into short flustered breaths, and I knew he could see the panic on my face. He moved his head so we were cheek to cheek and whispered something I will never forget, into my ear.

"Shh… Don't be scared dove… Just breath."

The sincerity in his voice was comforting, but I felt the tears welt up in my eyes anyway, and I took one deep breath, exhaling shakily.
Ever so carefully, he took my breast in the palm of his hand, and gently squeezed. His touch was so deliberate; it was like he was afraid of breaking me… Like I was made of glass. The next thing I felt was the wet heat of his tongue circling my nipple, gingerly nibbling and sucking.
I can't remember much else other than what I felt. I had never even dared to dream of this happening to me. My body shook, and my muscles contracted fiercely, but all I wanted was more… but I hated that he was in control.
When he had lingered for long enough on my breasts, he started spreading kisses down my stomach that jumped every time his lips landed on my skin. I felt his last kiss fall onto the center of my body through the thin material of my underwear. My stomach quavered uncontrollably then, and his hands assisted in removing my last piece of clothing, which he tossed along with the other clothes on the floor. Before he resumed, he sat up, looking down at my completely naked body. I watched his eyes, as they seemed to graze every inch of me. He seemed to have gazed at my body forever, and so I took the opportunity to look at his. I stared in amazement at the never ending bumps, and curves of muscles that sharply defined his upper body, and only glanced at what was past the perfectly chiseled chest, but couldn't bring myself to investigate any further. This man was like a piece of art, something of a Michelangelo. I quickly brought my eyes back up from the prior view, and saw that he had been watching me all along. I blushed deeply once more, but he didn't seem to mind.

"You are… beautiful," he muttered, seemingly in a daze.

Through out my life, such a compliment was not so rare, but never has one sounded as sincere, or as deeply meaningful as when he said it to me on that night… He honestly believed with all of his heart that I was beautiful. He said it so convincingly that I wanted to believe it too. This one compassionate utterance was so unexpected that I just felt lost. I wanted to leave, I wanted to get out of there so bad, I wanted to throw away the deal and forget this ever happened. He wasn't supposed to care about me. He was torturing me, he was fooling with my emotions, and that was dangerous. The instant he could manipulate my emotions he gained more power, more control over me. More of what I despised.
I couldn't move. I was frozen there. I wanted so badly to give into the tears that threatened the edge of my eyes. I felt his lips press against my forehead, and the entrance of his finger inside of me. In and out he worked a rhythm… He was so patient with me as he added another finger, stretching me a little more, again keeping the rhythm. I moaned, not really sure of how to react to the odd feeling… It hurt, but for some reason, it made my blood burn with anticipation. He kissed me again, deeply this time. It was like he was trying to distract me, but I didn't find out for what reason until a couple seconds later when I felt a third finger thrust inside me, and swiftly, in one quick movement, he twisted his fingers violently- tearing my hymen. I let out a loud scream of pain into the kiss, and jerked my head to the side, my body writhing in agony. Despite my outburst, Treize maintained the rhythm, and I eventually began to move my hips back… It was like some sort of dance, back and forth, back and forth, up and down; A soothing pattern. The placidity of the moment was broken as he removed his fingers from within me, and replaced it with pulsating libido. Again, we danced to the rhythm, back and forth, up and down. My hands stroked his broad back, my nails digging into his skin, and I pushed harder against his hips. I hugged him close, burying my head into his neck. I couldn't stop myself from moaning, the pleasure was unbearable, but I hated letting him know just how good it felt. I felt him push harder into me one last time before groaning and falling next to me. I felt the flames of euphoria burn into my body, consuming every part of me, throbbing at my sex. I laid there in the next moments, trembling uncontrollably in the aftermath of my first orgasm.
No words were spoken and I was too tired to think about what had just happened. I couldn't imagine doing this every night for a year. I was exhausted. With weariness I turned over to my side, so my back was to him, and drifted into a naked sleep, and the steady ticking of the grandfather clock was now my only lullaby.