Chapter 10. Submission
A cold stare captured her full attention as she released a gentle grip, having to take a break. A look of utter disappointment painted his face causing her to look away again unable to face him. She laid back down again unwilling to continue.
"You must be putting your best effort forth in disappointing me this way. Honestly, how much do you value your own life?"
She felt an icy hand clasp around her neck as his other groped supple breasts, trailing down to already parted legs shortly after having his fill of groping from above. This caused a gasp from her then a sudden jolt. Dare she think it but this coldness almost reminded her of a lifeless corpse. It caused her warm body to shiver. The room even felt cold. The black, dimly lit space also reminded her of his soul. She wondered how his heart managed to keep beating while feeling so cold. Spencer's room must have been warmer during the group sessions. Obviously he made efforts to not aspire to be anything like the man, despising him to no end. At least he only desired one night with her instead of years...eight agonizing years.
Fingers rubbed against her for a moment before penetrating, making slow thrusting motions for quite some time. She wished he would remove his body since it felt similar to a giant ice cube wishing for a warm cover instead. An idea came as a way to hopefully speed things up. She gently cupped warm hands around frigid cheeks, making a quick effort to kiss. The embrace felt awkward since he hadn't reacted, pretending as though it never happened.
Now it was her turn to feel disheartened. Surely he felt this way while watching other couples having intercourse, particularly her and Spencer. She noticed how he shot daggers his way when the man often requested her company. This made her feel so awkward and even helpless while he made Albert stay in the same room during almost every session. He claimed that only Albert could be entrusted with this task but the real reason had been known by all three. That cruel monster wanted nothing more than to rub salt in his already wounded heart, furthering his contempt for the man who demanded to be called "Sir" only by him. He required no one else to call him this, clearly singling his subordinate out.
There had even been a time when he almost succeeded in forcing Albert to give him oral. He claimed this made Sarene even more aroused and it provided necessary lubrication. She remembered sitting there on the bed, looking at him helplessly while Albert fiercely glared at the two. At first he hesitated then made himself begin the task. Fortunately for him, Sarene claimed she had felt sick, suddenly having an upset stomach just before anything could happen which led Spencer to call off their session for that day. She pretended to run to the bathroom after stating this, proceeding to throw up. Not once did Spencer request anything of the sort from Albert that day onward.
This happened nearly five months prior to now, causing her mind to wonder once more why Spencer seemed so tame since then, docile even. Dread often accompanied similar thoughts, furthering confusion. She tried not to waste time trying to figure it out. It would be easier just asking Albert what had happened to him but the real question remained whether or not an answer would be provided. The last thing she wanted was to cause resentment but she couldn't see any other way to obtain a clear answer.
She turned a flustered head away in shame sighing while resting strained arms by her side. A warning followed directly after this reaction.
"Don't provoke my anger, impertinent quean."
"I'm sorry I can't seem to please you...I never did right by you, did I? It's a wonder you didn't injure me badly as a child...I caused so much trouble for you and took what you did for me for granted. All of those times you watched me...Played with me almost like an older brother...I feel too sad while looking at you Albert and going forward, I don't think this intimate of a relationship will be possible."
His vice-like hold tightened into a near choking one, causing a shudder reaction. A single tear fell from her face upon slightly opening bewitching green eyes followed by a forced whisper of a response.
"Do it, it's better this way. End my suffering...Please."
He gave into temptation, smothering her mouth with his own while invading the other slippery, saturated entrance as well. His arms held firmly onto thick thighs as he ruthlessly thrusted withholding none of his strength. This unexpected action mixed pleasure with pain nearly sending her into orgasm right then. Legs naturally wrapped around his waist, enticing him even further inside while providing the preferred angle of full submersion. Arms hugged him close as hands clung to well toned shoulders, angelic moans filling his ears even while their tongues intertwined. She tried restraining herself for as long as possible but knew withstanding the relentless urge for much longer could only inflict even more pain.
"Damn you, Sarene. Damn you."
He growled this as his pace quickened, feeling that peculiar appendage emerge suddenly. This was to be expected after already experiencing the occurrence during a trial run while Sarene had been sedated, never knowing herself what all took place. Even while under sedation he barely managed to recover from this odd phenomenon, somehow remaining conscious after the entire experience. It took nearly two hours til he even had the chance to pull out. This made him wonder how long it would take with her now awake.
"Call me master while I emit inside of your womb. I want to hear that word come only from your lips each time I seed you. Is that clear?"
He rasped this response, panting as that once forgotten ecstasy returned, rapidly consuming his being. He barely managed to form each word while maintaining self composure.
"Yes. I want you inside of me each time, filling my womb until your semen spills out. Don't stop until I lose consciousness. Even then, I hope you'll continue until satisfied, baby."
His jaw clenched as he released a feral growling moan, squeezing so roughly she thought he may crush something. She felt both his lips and teeth pressed firmly against her neck, remaining still so as to avoid any accidental injuries. She felt him pummel into her several more times before achieving his intended high, panting with temporary relief. She had her own orgasm post his as warm fluid spilled inside. At least his own body felt warmer now having generated plenty of heat as a result of their intense physical activity.
He kissed her neck, hearing her softly whisper "Thank you, master." Smooth legs released him gradually resting at ease. Something else still refused to, milking his member despite her wanting otherwise. After nearly a minute this stopped and yet the web refused to allow him freedom. She let out a soft sigh stroking his back in a soothing rhythm. He didn't seem to mind allowing his body to relax. He didn't feel overbearingly heavy and so she didn't mind either. Any man would do the same after exerting that much energy in less than an hour; if he could still really be called that.
She turned her attention towards trying to pull him out, gently pushing his hips away which did nothing unfortunately. She felt completely helpless wishing he felt differently about her. At this point, hating her would be better than this because now he didn't seem all that bothered by being "stuck".
"You must think I'm disgusting...right?"
"Quite the contrary, darling. Your body more than intrigues me, provoking insatiable curiosity during each encounter."
"So that's the only reason you have any interest in me at all? I'm just another project for you?"
Her irritated response prompted a playful one of his own, a low rasp filling her ears.
"Of course not. Although, if it weren't for this peculiarity, intercourse wouldn't nearly feel this pleasurable. Despite that fact, I'd still desire you nonetheless."
"So then what now? How do you plan on outlasting me when there's no possible way? You'll lose consciousness just like the others did..."
"Is that right?"
A mischievous gleam filled his eyes, giving away the possiblity he knew better.
'He's testing me...It's either that or he knows that he won't pass out. But how could he unless...'
Her eyes widened and nostrils flared, an accusatory stare casted in his direction.
"How else could you know otherwise unless you've done this with me before in private?"
A cruel smirk slowly spread across his smooth skin, a soft cackle filling the room.
"Have I?"
"Stop deflecting the question and just answer me! What is it with you men keeping secrets all the time? It's getting you nowhere in life."
"You already sound like a scolding mother."
She rolled her eyes at this response while crossing tense arms annoyed at his childish behavior.
"Why do you have to make everything so damn difficult? What will you do now? Beat me again because I didn't give an appropriate response? Does beating women make you feel more like a man?"
He arched a curious brow, wondering where this response came from. Before he could readily question and provide an answer, she cut him off.
"I had seen what you did to Ada once. She voiced her opinion about you and you had the audacity to slap her and only because of rejection. You did the same thing to another woman whenever she discovered your true intentions with her teammates, imprisoning her and almost succeeding while trying to do the same with her male ally. I heavily emphasize "almost" since you failed miserably."
"Ah, that's where you're wrong, dear. My replica failed miserably. There have been nearly twelve clones of mine created since 1996. I've continued improvements on each creation, furthering Marcus and Spencer's work. As for assaulting Ada, yet again, that was another rejected clone who malfunctioned later on and had to be disposed of. It surprises me you had viewed that interaction since at the time, you were twelve. You must have witnessed many disturbing occurrences since then, haven't you?"
"You're one to talk. I've seen what the others had done to you as a young adult. Oswell forced me to watch videos...Horrible videos of you as well as failed test subjects being experimented on. I watched as needles were shoved into your veins, entrails displayed while both Marcus and Oswell aimed for "perfection". He told me how lucky I was for not having to endure what you did...He told me how easy I had it in life and all because of my gender...All thanks to my body having been the ultimate breeding ground for this awful compound.
That being said, I can only wonder how he's going to react upon discovering what you're doing behind his back? This isn't the first time you've done this to me, isn't it?"
He knew what she was trying to do. He didn't see any reason not to answer her questions, deciding he had indulged in his fun for long enough.
"Spencer is no more since the real one had been terminated nearly five months prior to today's date. Marcus, Edward and Spencer are mere shells of their former selves, their sole existence in life to please me. Although their consciousness still remains from within, the pair are docile thanks to our favorite compound."
"I knew something was different with them...Tell me, honestly, did you have your way with me while I remained unaware?"
His sadistic grin explained for him, providing the desired answer. She grimaced at this, asking one more thing.
"When?"
"Three days after those before me succumbed to the same masterpiece which is currently embracing my own manhood."
"And you didn't give in too, just like them?"
"Certainly not. It was rather challenging to free myself but eventually, I managed. However now, I wish to make a wager with you at this time, for the sake of your freedom. Do tell me if these terms and conditions seem unfair after hearing them. If I am capable of withstanding your...seductive flesh then you shall belong to me henceforth. If I should fail, you shall have what is desired most, which I already know to of course be your freedom as previously stated. And your answer?"
"If I'm to refuse?"
"Then you will have automatically forfeit, leaving me victorious."
She intensified her glare, rolling him over on his back, now the one on top. Much to her surprise he allowed this, even letting her pin him down her own gaze burning with insatiable desire.
"I'm not one who is easily broken, as you know. The real question is whether or not you can stay awake; regardless of what had or hadn't been exchanged between us. Don't think for one second I'm oblivious to what you did behind Marcus's back. That's right, during the operation, you added something of your own to be placed inside of me...Replacing what should have been Oswell's. I feel the connection everytime you're around too, I just seem to be more resistant. Perhaps it's because of-"
"Your libido, your natural hormonal reaction. Mine is far higher, thus, making resistance almost impossible. Who told you?"
"Oswell himself. He wanted to gloat the day of about how I belonged to only him, not even bothering to realize what you had done."
He scoffed, pompously retorting "That fool was oblivious to much more than the events which eluded him seven years ago. Rest assured Sarene, if you ever attempt to overthrow me just as he did before, your fate will be far worse than death."
His words left her wounded as she began grinding against him, placing warmed hands against full hips. She brushed his threat off by bending down, softly biting and sucking soft nipples then trailing her tempting mouth to his neck while cradling his head.
"Why bother comparing me to that thing? What makes you think I could ever overthrow you when making love feels this amazing? I doubt you'd want to pull out even if able...Do correct me if I'm wrong at any time."
Her remark left him speechless for once. She did feel foolish for thinking him to be much different than Oswell. Especially after he made that awful wager.
'I should have known he'd be much like him...But even worse. He knows I couldn't outlast him. He's found a way to win somehow. This feels hopeless...'
Her head rested against his chest while doing the work for him, roughly slapping herself against him. He wasn't even moving and still felt more than exceptional while somehow pulsing steadily to her rhythm, causing a wave of passion to rip throughout. She clenched her entire body around his while pushing him all the way inside moaning with satisfaction. He managed to hold out this time allowing her to continue another round of getting an orgasm out of him. This time she leaned back, gently gripping his balls periodically and yet still, even after nearly an hour he had yet to have a second orgasm while she already had her third.
Alluring moans filled his ears just as before, her insides milking him again and yet nothing came out. She rested against his chest panting and feeling frustrated but not admitting anything. He turned her around mounting from behind as a thickened member throbbed almost too hard. Some sort of spurs held her in place resting at her canal's end, quite literally entangling with that strange web. This caused panic to stir but she chose to hold both pillows close instead, arching her back. Another odd sensation occurred upon feeling a small tendril emerge from his own strange appendage rubbing against her still throbbing clitoris. She moaned again while moving back, her turn to become in sync with his rhythm, begging for him to release inside.
"Please baby, I want to feel you cum inside again, please. I don't want you to let me go...Until you have your satisfaction."
"I will never fully have my satisfaction of you, always yearning for more, Sarene. Every day I will only desire you."
He suddenly placed most of his weight onto her, pinning her down from behind while wildly slapping against sore flesh. The action caused more pleasure than pain but still it was almost too much. She felt his finger replace the small tendril, pressing quite roughly. She placed a trembling hand against his as her moans grew louder, wilder, begging him still.
"Cum with me...Please master."
She could only rasp as ultimate pleasure shook her yet again, feeling him unable to restrain any further, allowing that same warm semen to fill her womb. His cheek nuzzled against hers while they both came down from their shared high, clasping one another's hands.
"It seems as though an appendage of mine wishes to keep you as well. Do you submit yet or wish to prolong this...brutal intimacy?"
She still required a chance to catch a much needed break, along with breath. He began massaging trembling arms and legs moaning while gently thrusting already again. His teeth lightly bit a squishy ear lobe, sucking gently til whispering his next command.
"You will provide me with an answer lest I do so for you, minx. Which have you then?"
"Let me catch my breath first...I don't understand how you're able to keep going when we had just finished again."
"Tsk, clearly you underestimate my vast reserves of stamina. Don't you learn best by being shown what to do, hmm Sarene?"
He turned her around by using a sudden agile flick of both wrists, holding firmly onto her wrist and ankle. She gasped at this unexpected behavior her expression almost reminding him of an innocent child's. He swiftly crushed both the warm feeling along with image the expression evoked with an obvious yet hurtful response.
"You clearly aren't the only one withholding hidden potential. I have no use for those who make excuses. Answer me."
He clearly wasn't asking her nor joking around due to a stern, harsh tone.
"Well, if I submit then you'll just have your way with me as many times as you wish. If I somehow manage to get away, you'll find me in a relentless search. I lose either way."
A finger twirled tightly around a loose strand of hair, violently tugging before she had the chance to realize what he was doing. He pulled at that same space from earlier causing a painful groan.
"Ah, we're playing this game again, are we?"
Nails pressed into his forearms. No blood had been drawn from it but the pressure applied did come close to breaking skin. She took a brief moment to compose herself then quickly spoke through clenched teeth, seething with anger.
"Yes, damn it! You're not giving me a choice anyway! I submit!"
His hold released her just as before when the desired response was given. His gaze looked stoic, unreadable.
"That's much better. Such a well-behaved woman you'll learn to become in time."
His thrusts, no matter how slow or fast, never once ceased during conversation nor had they for the remainder of the night. She couldn't recall what else happened not long after those spoken words, darkness consuming blurry vision within minutes.
