Chapter 13. Wet Dream
Wet. Dark. Numb...This couldn't actually be happening to her in reality. This was a dream- or quite possibly a nightmare- either way, she didn't wish to experience any of this. All she could feel for quite some time were these three sensations. That is until feeling something rather odd from beneath. Some strange liquid was encasing the trapped soul from her neck down. She could only ponder what Albert's true intentions were. Of course she found it likely for him not to return anytime soon. It seemed as though he had put her in some sort of large container perhaps a bathtub even.
That's when she realized something was chained- or rather restraints- were chaining her neck to elsewhere. She tried feeling around but still she couldn't see anything let alone hardly feel anything. These last several days had certainly taken their toll. She could only pray that her allies were in a much better state. And that's whenever she heard a door open. She couldn't be for certain how long it had taken for him to return. Perhaps minutes had passed by when losing consciousness or perhaps even hours. All she knew was at the moment he let his guard down, the moment that beastly creature of a man wasn't concentrating, she'd take him down in a heartbeat. This grueling, agonizing torment had gone on for long enough. Their plan could not fail.
Sounds of a metallic door opening could be heard, its hinges screeching quietly as though for help it seemed, filled the cold area. Boot heels clicked echoing throughout the near barren room. Based on the sounds let alone one could tell not many items- or furniture for that matter- were placed in this room. His spiteful voice filled her ears the tension growing ever stronger with each word spoken.
"Did you have a peaceful rest?"
Right then the lights came on. Apparently the light switch was on the wall beside Sacrene. Sure enough the room looked practically empty save for the metallic basin she'd been placed in along with a sink in the far corner; not that the room was all that large. When looking up an adjustable shower head stuck out of the wall. She could only groan in disgust feeling some rubber foreign object in her mouth. He must have put what was known as a ball gagger in her mouth.
'How could he do this? After all that's happened to us? I just can't understand how anyone has the potential to be this heartless... He isn't any better than Spencer had been after all.'
She watched out of the corner of her eyes as he knelt down to her level cupping her chin in a cold, icy hand.
"Aww, what's the matter? Are you lost for words, darling? That isn't like you."
She arched her brow into a pleading expression, groaning as if it suggest compliance.
"Now then, if I hear one negative, irksome word out of your mouth, this gagger will return to it's rightful home. Is that clear?"
"Mmh."
Close enough to a reasonable response. He unbuckled the device from around the back of her head as she teared up, closing eyes briefly while taking a few deep breaths before speaking.
"I'll do whatever you want. Just please don't hurt anyone else."
He scoffed, standing over her now.
"I believe that to be the least of your concerns at present. You should worry about what I expect from you. Do your best when remembering dear without straining yourself too thoroughly."
"Please let me go. I'll just go and you'll never have to see me again, Albert. I'm not useful to you...You know this already. Come on, what did Spencer even have to gain with me in regards to his conquest of becoming "a god"? All I have been and will be useful for is mind numbing sex...That's it. It's not as though I could birth him- or anyone for that matter- again...It's not possible..."
His prior explanation on her twentieth birthday had to be falsified. There was no possible way of birthing the exact same person over again... Unless the natural process was somehow altered or manipulated the way he had explained, of course it could be possible. She didn't want to believe any of what he'd said but the more she thought about those words the more they made sense. The more she recalled of him retelling how her body had been the ultimate breakthrough in science and this new compound when combined with both viruses would birth a new Genesis...It all seemed so impossible yet possible since she- and more than likely Albert- were living proof.
"Until you're abilities were discovered, no, the mere idea of rebirthing another's consciousness had belonged only in books and cinema. Why is it, do you think, that he firstly merged his DNA with yours shortly after obtaining you as a child, Sacrene?"
"I only want to go and I'm sure you want the same Al, right? Can't we at least get away from here?"
"Answer my question."
His hand squeezed the buckle around the cherry red ball gagger, threatening to make good on his demand.
"I just didn't want to see it that way since it was too painful. I know what you now say is the truth...Along with what he had originally."
She rested an aching head against hard metal, wishing to at least be somewhere more comfortable; particularly a bed.
"Rape me then. Force me to birth another form of you and you're conscience, just like he would have done. I serve no other purpose in this life to you, obviously. Isn't that right?"
She couldn't bring herself to look his way, instead choosing to cast her gaze down at whatever murky white substance now encased her. A single tear fell into the liquid followed by a sigh of a response.
"Funny, I didn't think anymore tears would fall after what all occured."
"Is your pathetic display over with? If so then you will retire to our bedroom only after firstly obeying me."
His hands were at such a close distance while from above. One wrong word could cost freedom...or perhaps life.
"Albert, please hear me out."
She licked cracked lips, tasting what she'd nearly submerged fully into while slumbering, realizing what this substance now was. A grimace tugged at her expression before continuing, suppressing the urge to comment on this vile, perverse act.
"I would be a fool to try and run away or harm you so please, please allow me to lay down on your bed. I won't struggle and will call you whatever you want me to call you...I'll say anything you want me to or do anything. I just hurt so badly right now...Please."
Her voice rasped as she choked out that last word. Doubt filled her troubled mind. There may as well have been no one else in the room. She clearly saw the prominent bulge seeing as there wasn't much opportunity to look up and meet his gaze. This chain connecting to her choker was too short for that, restricting further movement. His fists balled as a frigid, response oozing with sexual tension escaped tight lips.
"What, do you think, might your first step be prior to getting there?"
"Obeying you..."
"Good."
He waited until she realized the first move was to be made on her part. Obviously actions mattered more than words. Trembling hands that barely managed to emerge from his fluids somehow pulled down fitted leather. Unzipping them had been the hardest part due to this substance being so slippery. The thought of what caused her inability of recovery constantly raced throughout her troubled mind but that wouldn't be dared to be asked until his sated desire...Temporarily, of course.
She took most of him inside of a wet, willing mouth, feeling as he did the rest of the work for her when thrusting gently at first. It was only towards the end of their oral session when she gagged as he shoved himself down her throat, his seed spilling into her mouth. She forced herself to not pull away knowing fully well that this is what he yearned for. She swallowed every last drop, hearing satisfactory moans, feeling a hand rub affectionately thru drenched hair. He smirked before saying his next, cocksure remark. Obviously this brought him much sick joy.
