Chapter 11. Relent
That same weight rested against her weakened body as watery eyes fluttered open, hearing his steady breathing. He must have just fallen asleep since the feeling of warm fluid seeped out from below. A small sigh escaped full lips as small hands trailed down to his flaccid member then wondering eyes rested on the bedside alarm clock. 5:36 a.m. Great, he forced her to make love for almost two hours while awake and now she slept for half that, the urge to urinate overtaking all others.
Her hand quickly withdrew from down below upon realizing their current state, her other one pushing against a limp shoulder. Nope, he sure wasn't budging as of now. He must have over-exerted himself.
'I'd rather not wake a sleeping tiger but I have no other choice. He may not care to be yelled and yet he isn't leaving me with any other choice.'
At first she whispered then hearing no response for a moment, her voice raised to a near yell.
"Hey, let me up. I need to use the bathroom."
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"Damn it Al, do you want to get pissed on?!"
He rolled over onto his back, let out a long sigh then rubbed away light sweat from an exhausted head. A thud of her running into the wall was audible causing a smirk to creep across an otherwise weary face.
"Ow! I can't see anything! Turn the light on, won't you...Please?"
She heard him sigh again, get up then the lights turned on. She hurried to the bathroom which was straight ahead, relieved how the door had already been left open a crack. After finishing up she slowly returned, crossing arms over an exposed chest. It made her feel more than uncomfortable exposing herself to him which seemed odd since it was only while around him and no one else. She watched him leaned back against the wall, his eyes focused on her every step of the way. Her timid gaze broke from his while trying to gather clothing from the floor only to be stopped by a cold hand.
"I never once permitted clothing to be worn. You need your rest."
He pulled firmly on her small wrist, directing her back to his bed. She submitted to a certain extent only sitting down.
"Aren't you hungry Al? I haven't eaten in nearly six hours."
He arched a brow now towering over Sacrene's smaller frame. Her stomach rumbled almost on que, a hand instinctively clutching it.
"Ah, well then, I suppose this can't be helped. Follow me into the kitchen."
She at least put her tracksuit top on and underwear, taking note of him already wearing something. He must have slipped into his boxer/briefs during her momentary absence. She hesitated for a moment before following him out into the hallway, having to take no more than a few steps. Apparently there had been a small kitchen and dining room diagonally across from his own. Then again she hadn't been to his all that often since Oswell often kept strict watch over his "precious gem" as he used to call her from time to time. She had only been allowed to see Krauser's, Heath's, Marcus's and Ada's while he accompanied her on the rare occasion when he considered her feelings. She recalled getting her way after begging for five minutes straight on her own birthday as well as on theirs. By the age of fifteen interest was lost since by then, Oswell kept her in isolation for the most part.
She came back to the present after opening the plain brown door, taking in the rather spacious kitchen. An elongated table capable of seating eight was the first thing to fill her sights following elegant paintings hanging on the wall. She peered back into the kitchen, surprised when seeing and hearing him behind a separate room. A metallic counter separated them with a small open-door walk in, the only way to enter. He spoke after a minute passed telling her she could take a seat.
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable while waiting. Rest assured, I'll make certain to fill your meal with plenty of protein."
She jumped slightly with a start when hearing him speak, shaking her head for a moment until taking her seat closest to the exit. She zoned out for a moment at first because of a painting depicting a father and daughter. It brought back too many memories along with a flood of emotion, leaving her stunned, feeling saddened. What would her father think if he could see her now? That simple picture made her wonder if both parents were watching right now. Silently, she prayed they weren't.
Time passed in a flash, ten minutes only feeling like one. He sat a plate with an omelette and bacon in front of her then returned seconds later with what smelled like tea. Her eyes widened upon discovering white liquid all over her own food. She blushed, looking away while reciting an internal prayer. When looking up he'd already started eating paying no attention to what she was doing. She took a sip of the tea first tasting the sweet camomile flavor. It made her smile as relaxation washed over, exhaling deeply.
She reached for the fork, hesitating a moment until slowly cutting the food into pieces, a look of disgust clearly displayed as her recent suspicions were confirmed. His semen coated her taste buds first with the egg and cheese following afterwards. She cringed during the entire meal yet forced herself to finish. He may have wanted to get the best of her by doing this but he needed to think again. She'd play his little games and win all while making him think himself as the victor.
He waited on his partner to finish, clearing dishes away. Upon returning he found her ready to leave, preventing this by giving a stern response.
"We aren't finished here yet. You haven't thanked me properly for preparing such a delicious meal."
"Thank you for feeding me, sir."
"Face me while you give thanks."
She obeyed, casually turning around and keeping her head held high.
"Thank you, sir."
"Did you enjoy the added contents?"
"Yes."
"What's with this "sir" nonsense? I never once permitted this term. Come to my front and kneel."
She did so, being bold enough to give him a quick kiss before kneeling. He held her head in place, making their tongues fiercely dance as soft lips locked. She trailed eager hands down his back removing the little clothing he wore. He did likewise, completely undressing her while continuing their lustful kisses. She filled his ears with longing moans stroking his back tenderly. For a brief moment she broke the kiss wanting to voice internal thoughts.
"I'd rather we do this in your bedroom...I don't think it's appropriate while here."
His hands rested on tensed shoulders as he firmly pushed down more than ready to begin. Not willing to face consequences of disobedience she followed his instructions yet again. His hands gently grabbed hers, resting them against muscular thighs. His member pulsed; seemingly on its own accord just beside her cheek. She rubbed the back of his thighs until hearing a soft request- which may as well have been a command- fill the tense atmosphere.
"Touch yourself while pleasuring me."
Alluring lips parted when that same picture came into view, directly after those words were spoken. A single tear fell from her eye upon noticing due to closer inspection that the picture had been a painting of none other than both her and her father. Someone painted them holding hands, backs turned and walking into a sunset while looking at an actual photograph. She couldn't have been any older than five. She remembered her mother waiting for them just over that hill in a nearby meadow...Waiting to have a picnic. Before she became sick. Before she died.
"Do it for daddy, please? You'll be rewarded lover...rest assured."
At a complete loss for words, she chose to let actions speak for her. This must have been some kind of test; either that or some sick twisted fantasy he wished to enforce upon his unwilling prey. He placed that picture there for a reason. Waiting for this day to come. Waiting for his turn to be in complete control.
She closed both eyes, exhaled then leapt away much to his astonishment, bolting out of the swinging mahogany brown door. She ran as fast as possible only to be prevented from escaping. Someone who resembled Albert stood guard from close by, slowly, menacingly stalking her way, leaving his post from a potential exit. She turned abruptly, sprinting past the now opened door, faced with the same obstacle blocking her path at the other exit. She turned around again, only to be grabbed by whom she presumed the actual Albert; even though uncertainty remained in regards to this troublesome conundrum.
A nearly inaudible gasp let out as he covered her mouth with a cloth, restraining her even though no struggle was made. Just to be certain she didn't get away...That's all that seemed to matter. Whoever held absolute control in this sadistic environment ruled over all in his domain. None dared to deny him, nor challenge him. That's all she must mean to him...Only another conquest. Something to possess. No more than a plaything. She only could wonder in what way he viewed her allies.
She willingly allowed the chloroform to take affect as soon as possible, inhaling its fumes deeply while similar terrifying thoughts plagued her mind. Perhaps, if lucky enough, she'd remain in a drug-like state while being used. Almost anything imaginable was better than this.
...
No surprise. It was him sitting at the bedside. His unforgiving stare pierced through her while watching the once still figure break out in a light sweat, struggling to free herself from taut restraints. If she kept on this way, rope burns would occur and start to sting...Painfully. He knew of this fact all too well.
Six large monitors were placed in the room's center. Brutus and the two spies came into view as he began stroking himself, alternating his gaze between her and the television screens. The two women could be faintly heard, saying "Why not have a make-up session? It couldn't hurt anything..."
The older one spoke first followed by her younger, British ally.
"After all, it will show you just how sorry we truly are."
He seemed to take what they had said in stride, showing agreement by hastily finishing their striptease for them. The tanned one kissed while the latter pleasured him by means of fondling at first, until providing oral moments later. Encouraging hands trailed along each others bodies as Sacrene could look on no longer, closing both eyes out of shame. She did hear them moan loudly, and what sounded like oral being administered amongst the trio.
Soon enough, curiosity got the best of her after a short while, glancing quickly at the screen. He penetrated the more mature woman while their friend licked her breasts, clitoris and even his member periodically, the pulsing organ thrusting a few times til entering inside its prior aperture. He continued on this way for a period of time before switching positions, both women unexpectedly doing this for him with one simple look exchanged. The same process went on til her smaller counterpart got beneath, semen dripping onto her from above. Brutus composed himself briefly until grabbing ahold of his smaller temporary partner's hips, repeating what had been done already.
They all panted in exhaustion, most likely having done this all day. The screen was turned off after all took turns kissing one another. She'd seen more than enough to last a lifetime at this point. It was all the same to Sacrene.
"Are you aware as to why I allowed you to view this occurrence?"
He now stood directly beside her, still stroking himself at a moderate pace. Her eyes remained closed while turning her head away, too ashamed even meeting his gaze.
"It's to show what I'll enjoy while you remain immobile. In fact, until you are able to respond with an appropriate apology, your freedom will be denied. You belong to me Sacrene. Heed each word spoken from your master."
After saying this, semen coated her chest and stomach regions, causing a visible grimace out of disgust. She said nothing as he left the room leaving her for however long he chose. Little did she know, this turmoil would last an agonizingly long time.
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