Chapter 1. Sarene
Creaking sounds came from the bed as a worried feminine body tossed and turned throughout the night. She kept having these recurring nightmares serving as a constant reminder of her dark, macabre childhood. If only it were possible to return to that time again in order to make things right, she'd do it in a heartbeat.
A small child version of herself watched helplessly while restrained by one of Oswell's bodyguards as his own cousin's throat had been slit. He had the nerve to do this himself knowing very well what kind of impact it would have on her life. That was her own father she had just watched die. It felt horrible being unable to do anything. She had only been thirteen at the time and had clearly been outnumbered; both of them had. All Reynold had been trying to do was start a new, better life far away from him and somehow Oswell found them. He always found them. This time was apparently the last one Oswell ever allowed Reynold to leave with Sarene.
Both agreed to share her but when Oswell heard him say he planned on leaving soon because "this didn't feel right anymore", that's when he must have snapped. He'd driven himself mad with jealousy. It didn't take a genius to understand what he meant then. She had sneaked out of her room, listening to their conversation mere days ago. If only she had just said something and opened the door to Oswell's private study then her father might still be alive.
Tall stalks of natural grass swayed in the wind while she fell to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. Oswell had given his subordinate confirmation to release her just then. She had been too far away to hear the words that were exchanged between the two men only moments before this tragedy. They both stood less than fifty steps away on a dock nearby a small ship. Her father's words replayed over and over in her head right before the two were ambushed by his own cruel relative. He told Sarene that no matter what may happen to him that he would always love her, along with her mother, Daya, and that she was smiling down at her from heaven.
While the sun kissed the sky goodbye, two feet came to a halt directly in her front. She hadn't even noticed his approach until that irritatingly familiar stern voice spoke, every word tinged with bitterness.
"From this point onward, you belong to me, Sarene. That traitorous wretch got what he deserved. It's better this way, believe me."
She refused to look at him while he bent over, prompting her to stand. His arms gently hooked beneath hers making an effort to help the young lady stand. Legs felt similar to jello. Shaky, unsteady globs of jello. He had no choice that day other than carrying her back to his own vehicle then returning to base while her recently deceased father was put on his own ship. She looked back only to see smoke rising into the late evening sky.
All she wanted to do was wake up. Little did she know at that time, the rest of her life would be a nightmare. How naive that young girl had been on that cold, frigid night. That hope felt in her heart suggesting things may get better one day...Things may have a chance to be made right at one point. Even during the nightmare that same emotion still could be felt. She just wanted to forget everything.
The memory faded gradually while vision returned, blurry at first then made clear after a few blinks. What new nightmare awaited the woman only time would tell.
...
It was now that reality had set back in. Laying in her bed, she opened her eyes, looking around her room, taking in the beautiful design. The ceiling had a placid, cream/white coloration while the walls design had pink and white hibiscus flowers. Vines connected these flowers, making them appear to be even more realistic.
Her bed had a standard cage-like golden frame which was queen sized along with the double mattresses. Her sheets were a silk texture, light cherry red, while her pillows were lime green. Another pair of pillows were a dusty rose pink, just as the polyester canopy had been. The canopy hung above her and around the bed.
There had also been a mirror and chair dresser set on the far side of the room, twenty feet from her bed. The mirror had a beautiful silver coloration on its backside and was rounded. It could flip over, due to its swiveling mechanism on both of its sides. The back of it had a hidden latch where one could store small trinkets. She had family pictures, cards and other memorable items kept away there.
The white ivory chair looked very elegant in design, having lilly flowers on its seat and a golden rounded back with three bars bending in a circular appearance. This created something similar to a heart like design. She thought it ironic for the chair to be that way; seeing as how he didn't have a heart. He had it designed especially for her, even though she had refused after time and time again.
Everything else which he bought or made for her; the jewelry sets, brushes, dresser and two closets with multi-cultural wardrobes of her choice, were all in Oswell's room. His large, black and dark blue colored room. In order to do any enjoyable activities she had to either go in there or the game room. He would always want to play cards with her or chess, perhaps even checkers. Every now and again, he allowed her to play a video game, but only if she behaved and had no outburst for whatever reason. Whichever room she chose, she always had to sit on his lap; whether it meant facing him while they played a board or card game or while she played any other game.
Thinking of that last thought caused her dread. Every other thought- how lovely her room looked, her outfits, accessories, fans, parasols, tea and chopstick sets, pictures, games, even her set of stories and journals which she kept hidden in the mirror back- brought her comfort. By looking at the bundle of pictures she had of her father, mother and few pets, gave her joy. She remembered when they used to play with their cats, dogs and chickens. Looking at her child self also made her happy, yet sadness often accompanied this feeling as well.
Rain began trickling down the window. There were two on the east and west side of her room. She preferred looking out the west side because of the large, spacious view. On the east side, it faced Oswell's room. The compounds that made up the object had been made especially for only them; no other window in the entire facility had a similar design. This design allowed him to see her and her to see him.
Oswell had perfected the design by experimenting with multiple elements and compounds. Once he found suitable ones, he matched their eye components with the other materials that these particular windows would be made up of. To any other eye, it seemed as though these windows had a clear looking blockade; that is, if anyone were to walk past their rooms in the courtyard. The windows had also been made up of components making them bulletproof. He decided that it would be in his best interest to ensure their protection.
Oswell had perfected the design by performing some type of mysterious procedure having to do with their eyes. Somehow he had extracted cells and molecules out of his and her eyes with a very peculiar contraption which consisted of a small laser-like item. This device was in the shape of a gun, a white colored gun that was used for that very purpose. He at least had enough courtesy to tell her this before extracting the necessary components out of her eyes.
All the sudden, she heard the door open slowly. A slight chill ran up and down her spine. It seemed as though she was taking part of a horror movie, starring as some victim for this strange sci-fi story. It almost reminded Sarene of that movie called "Wolf Man" that she had watched as a fourteen-year-old teenager. She still remembered it; except the main difference between that movie and what took place now was that Spencer was no werewolf, even though he acted like one often. Well, it was that reason along with the fact that the classic horror movie had no sex scenes included or other strange mutant creatures besides the wolf man. This thought crossed her mind again of having to sit on his lap, along with him walking towards the bed. His footsteps grew closer and closer, slowly, it seemed.
He pulled back the canopy painfully slow, reminding her once again of how a killer would in a horror movie. This is what it felt similar to for her- one long horror film. Crawling onto her bed, he took his shoes off by using only his feet. He did this effortlessly.
In a seductive tone of voice, he moaned, "Father's here.." It sounded as though the inhuman creature longed for her touch. As usual, there would be no way for Sarene to stop his assault; at least not this time around. Somehow, she felt as though everything would change soon. This strange preconceived notion, this foreboding sense of dread. And yet, somehow hope still remained within her.
As he came in front of her he halted, gazing down in admiration. "Do you want to play any games with me first or..." Sarene looked away quickly as he trailed off in thought, attempting to crawl away. Whenever he noticed this, he chuckled, putting all his weight on top, then pinned her top half down with his left arm. "Ease the pain, take it all away." He then came in between her legs, grabbed her face with his left hand while he held her wrists in place with his right.
"Come now, I'm well aware that your past plagues you to no end. You were having nightmares again, were you not? Allow me to ease this pain..Forget about the past, Sarene. My precious one, why do you not choose to look towards the future while remaining active in the present? Come now..Respond to my caress.."
What should she do? If she chose to resist him, then he would enjoy it, giving him the desire to penetrate her even more. On the other hand, if she were to seduce him by unexpectedly kissing, rubbing and stroking him, he would be all the more rougher. It was truthful that both were attractive, yet deeply inside her soul, she didn't want this. She wanted to discontinue this lustful engagement. Oh, but how the poor soul had no choice.
"Yes, of course. Do as you please with me..my master." He moaned softly with satisfaction. Sarene's response pleased him greatly. He refrained from stroking her, choosing to rub against his lover's nether region instead. All eleven inches in length and four in width could be felt as he pressed gently down on her sensitive area with his pelvic region, slowly moving back and forth. This pulsating, throbbing sensation had always been too much for her to bare. She could feel his member through his suit, tempting her to give in and plead for her reward. This had always been his main advantage against her, always resulting in submission. Right now she wanted him. That longing, pleasure filled urge clawed at her core, demanding to be set free. Just as the urge consumed her, she realized his actions to be a good sign. She was actually grateful that he hadn't paused advancing towards her, sitting in front of Sarene.
Often he would begin stroking himself whenever he did this, causing her to yearn for him, desiring nothing but penetration and to be taken quickly as well as roughly, if only for a little while. There were times when their session only lasted half an hour due to a disturbance call. He preferred them to be longer and she hated to admit it, but she did as well. More often than not this would happen. He would always make up for their lost time whenever he actually had enough time available.
He began undressing himself, then her very slowly as he spoke softly. He touched forcefully, but passionately as well. While rubbing her arms and focusing on her outer/inner thighs, fifteen minutes had already passed so quickly. Finally, it was then when he began to rub her clit with his middle finger while teasing her opening with his member. Oswell's left hand started rubbing her chest.
"Don't you want this my love?"
He moaned as they laid there, naked, in each other's arms.
"Not exactly. I'd rather end this simulation in order to carry on with daily training."
Sarene said this impatiently, out of frustration.Her response made the researchers annoyed along with the rest of the members within the room. Oswell clicked his tongue, turning on his heel towards Wesker and Krauser. He kept his hands clasped together behind his back, glaring in frustration. His dark blue eyes pierced through his subordinates as he said through clenched teeth, "Make certain that her training is more than back breaking today. I will inform Heath of this. Send him in once you're finished."
His coal black hair had a regal wave to it, aside from two unruly streaks that always seemed to jut out to the right. His hair was rather short, ending at the base of his neck. Spencer's jaw structure was chiseled, giving him the look of a "Greek god", as some would call it. His physique went along with his looks. The man had a six pack along with a rather muscular looking frame, standing at around 5'11. No one dared challenge his authority; they knew better than to.
Krauser smirked while Wesker had the usual poker face. Oswell walked out of the room, stopping at the door, turning towards Sarene before leaving. The simulation system that she had been undergoing would have been successful only if Sarene would have followed through with each training session. She had not yet completed counter active strategies when faced with seductive advances from potential adversaries. The end result had always been the same every time- her submitting.
They would perform this simulation by adding various employees into the equation. Placing that strange head device onto both Sarene and her potential partner, they would begin each simulation. Whether it would be Wesker, Krauser, Oswell, Hunk, Ada, Birkin, or even Annette and Marcus. Most of them would have to partake in this training in order for Sarene to successfully complete it.
A new employee named Jeth removed the metallic helmet from her head, slowly and meticulously removing the wired pads around her scalp.
"I'm disappointed in you Sarene. You will have one final attempt with this program. The next time this results in failure, then you will spend the rest of your days in my chamber, withstanding my thrusts, since that will be all that you will be able to successfully "counter". It shall be no simulation then, rest assured." He scornfully left the room, smiling mischievously. Everyone's faces turned red while Sarene muttered, "It's not the first time you've said this and it won't be the last."
Oswell retorted on the other side of the door, yelling, "I heard that! The control compound does wonders! Watch your tongues!"
Krauser scoffed, going over to her. The researcher's continued their work in other studies while Krauser motioned for her to follow them. She crossed her arms, rolling her eyes at them both.
"Oh yay, another day in purgatory. Can't wait to get beaten senseless."
Wesker opened the door, then allowed it to shut as they proceeded to the training area.
"This is due to your lack of reaction time. When you become faster, as well as more flexible, then you will achieve this."
Sarene sighed, responding, "It's not my fault that I have this body. Hips can really slow a girl down."
They finally arrived at their destination. They came at her simultaneously, attempting to throw her off guard. She countered, but didn't know how long she could hold out for. If only for one more minute..That would make it an hour this time. She could finally pass this part of her training.
"And my feet..I don't have very high arches. It works to my disadvantage."
She said this in between dodges of their punches and kicks. They proceeded to combine low and high throws, kicks, made grabbing motions, lunges towards her- and yet she blocked them all and dodged them. It was whenever they would perform sweep kicks to throw her off balance...That's whenever they had the upper hand. They would catch her off guard, have the upper hand, then either pin her down or hold her up against the wall while beating her, teaching her not to mess up again.
The pain didn't feel all that bad, the affects of it were muddled due to the control compound. Since part of the compound came from her, it worked wonders on healing her wounds as well as numbing the pain. She grew used to it over time and as a result, the pain lessened. Krauser taunted her, saying, "Do you honestly want to be used as a sex toy for the rest of your life? If that's what you choose, then he better damn well share."
She leapt back as Krauser tried to perform his sweep kick. 'Oh no, not this time! I'll try to have the advantage here!' She thought to herself. She wanted to hold out for just one more minute. One more minute to find her opening..
She smirked whenever she found out something. She realized what she needed to do. She needed to use her assets to her advantage. She hesitated as they proceeded to back her into a corner. They did this every now and then whenever they knew she had more than likely given up. Nearly an hour had gone by already. She noticed that the clock in the corner of the room read 5:10 p.m. Looking back at it, the time read 6:08 p.m.
"Perhaps I do Krauser. Maybe even Wesker can join in too."
Their mouths fell open in shock. With these words coming out of her mouth..She had never said anything like this before.
"Do you like what you're hearing?"
She took off her white t-shirt and black gym shorts, revealing the sports bra and underwear underneath. They slightly blushed as they hesitated, not certain what these affects were. Something felt..different. This had been her first time forcing herself into an aroused state. They couldn't move! They were stunned..but how? They wondered how this could be? Until both noticed the strange aroma permeating around them.
"Does this sight and aroma please you? What you are smelling are the affects of this control compound within me. I finally know how to overcome foes in battle. I must force myself into an aroused state, paralyzing the potential enemy. However..it took quite some time to work. It nearly took an hour. If I can just hold out long enough, then I'll win." They stood there, eyes wide with shock.
In her own right, she was a genius. For once, they were left speechless. She smiled, putting her fists into the air, jumping up and down.
"This day belongs to me! Victory! Yes!!"
It took her two years to figure this out. No one told her this, but somehow she knew if she would just hold out longer in battle, she could have the upper hand. Since the compound had been created by using a sperm cell and ovary, along with a sweet smelling plant which had an erotic appearance, she figured that seduction, arousal, somehow the smell of it combined with the sight, would work to her advantage. She had been correct. After all this time, she finally had a breakthrough.