Chapter 14. Revenge
Maggie and Rose casually strode Sasha's way sitting down with her at one of the many break rooms throughout the facility. Rose smirked while Maggie sighed, sipping a cup of coffee while nibbling on a sweet cake.
"Don't you ever get hungry or thirsty? There won't be much time after this to eat or drink anything..."
"Maggie, I thought I already told you from before and only a moment ago at that, I've already had my fill. We just had lunch...I swear, you must have a tapeworm."
Sasha crossed both arms, narrowing her eyes. She spoke in a serious, no nonsense tone ready to get this over with tonight.
"I've already discussed this with Brutus and the other one. We're ready to execute option A. Meet us tonight during our scheduled training session on the east side."
"Sure thing but I don't think now is the best time. Doesn't feel right."
Sasha arched a suspicious brow Rose's way, Maggie piping up.
"Huh, funny how I got that same gut feeling. We are constantly being monitored and listened to...Surely someone higher up knows we're planning one thing or another. May be better to wait a little while before actually going through with this."
"I'll have to agree with her. We could at least go over details more thoroughly as a group but following through with this is a whole other matter altogether."
Sasha sighed in defeat, shrugging while standing to leave.
"Fine, if that's what seems best. You may be right anyway."
She wore a disappointed expression when passing by two guards, Maggie and Rose both exchanging looks of uncertainty. No words were necessary when brief glances explained everything. They all knew if they rushed too soon, the plan would fail. However, if they waited too long, their chances were ruined, excluding other factors that could go wrong with this plan. They knew the risks involved and still didn't care much. Even dying felt better than staying in this hell, never knowing what their outcome would have been otherwise.
...
Silence. Felt great hearing nothing or no one. Not having to answer to anyone, if only for a brief time. Still, he missed Sarene. They all did. He even suspected Ada might and he didn't even know that strange woman all too well. Sure they had occasional casual discussions along with various shared training sessions but that was about it.
Brutus clasped both hands together underneath his chin, praying in deep thought. If this was all going to happen then it needed to happen whenever that "thing" was the most vulnerable. He knew Oswell had ties with their misery, along with Dr. Marcus and Albert. He just had no idea which one posed as the biggest threat.
Memories rapidly filled his mind of all three individuals in an attempt to sort out which one could possibly be the biggest threat.
On one occasion, sexual sessions of endurance had been forced upon both himself and Sarene, since they outlasted their other counterparts of the same gender. He did recall coming into a close tie with Dr. Marcus and Albert, but both men barely outlasted him with a mere three minute difference. Another test run was being conducted after plenty of rest this time for everyone, in order to give them a second chance.
He particularly recalled the Dr.'s interactions with both himself and another man whom he hardly had any interaction with whatsoever named William Birkin. He was the one who asked him endless questions bi-monthly. Some would be about his physical, mental and emotional well-being and others, Brutus's intellect. He could only assume these particular questions were asked to make certain that as a subject, he was fully cognitive and well aware of the current events happening now.
After nearly fifty questions were asked- sometimes it was one hundred if he hadn't slept all that well- Birkin watched as he lost consciousness. His coffee tasted a bit off so he figured some sedative had been administered. In several hours he woke back up, in that same damned auditorium. Just like the few times before.
A countless number of female compound carriers were unleashed from metal cargo units, one at a time, until each lost consciousness. Didn't take all that long. Probably ten or fifteen minutes for each. Couldn't even recall for how long he had to contend with them, all he remembered was that the experience seemed to never end.
After at least sixty of them, what must have been Sasha's replica came out. She had lasted for almost three hours. Then after her, he'd lost consciousness with what must have been Sarene's. That irritating wall clock clicked time away so slowly then...What went on for five hours with her, he hadn't the slightest idea of how he had even lasted that long. It must have been ten hours before he succumbed to that nawing, looming exhaustion.
When waking next, Marcus resided nearby as he slept, sitting comfortably cross-legged in a chair. Something had been asked by that sinister fellow, probably how he was feeling but all Brutus wanted then was to be left alone. He replied, "I need to use the bathroom then want to go back to sleep. You can surely understand my exhaustion."
He did so then upon returning, the Doctor was nowhere to be found. Brutus suddenly felt his arm twisted behind his back before making an attempt to get out of his hold, pushing an elbow back in an aggressive manner. Marcus prevented this by pushing him down on the floor with a swift, skillful shove of his palms, a foot on his neck, placed ever-so delicately yet with lethal precision, still restraining his wrist along with the other one, both arms painfully pulled behind Brutus's back at an unnatural angle. Somehow his bones didn't break.
"You will learn your place, underling. I must fulfill my duties as a physician. Although, it would be rather unprofessional of me to jeopardize a patient's health...Especially one with impressive potential such as yourself."
After a moment of pondering what to do along with listening to Brutus groan in discomfort, he came to a decision.
"Well then, it's off to bed with you once more. When you wake, a guard will direct you to my office. There, you will wait for me."
Directly after those spoken unfeeling words, he rendered him unconscious with a quick snap of the neck. Next day when sleeping it all off, he followed a guard and got the silly ass twenty question session over with Marcus.
Then there was Spencer. He didn't care to remember in detail how he practically choked him into unconsciousness upon their first actual meeting; despite having tracked and spied on the unaware man for years...For the majority of his life. That had basically been the only physical interaction- along with altercation- they'd been in.
And lastly, Wesker. He didn't care for his attitude, nor personality type whatsoever. He recalled very well how he'd treated Sarene upon their first sexual encounter. Sure Spencer was a prick to her as well but Wesker had humiliated her to the point of only leaving her room when necessary for the next three weeks. Couldn't even assess him really since they never did any serious physical training together. Sure they had occasional sparring sessions, both genders had that option. Still, those sessions seemed as though he weren't even trying. He seemed to be holding back.
He just shook his head, sighing in frustration. Couldn't come to much of a conclusion about the three men but he knew they posed the biggest threats out of everyone else within this unit. He just hoped Sarene was okay.
...
Wet. Dark. Numb. That's all she felt or saw while waking however long ago. It must have been at least half an hour since. It felt like a bathtub but uncertainty still remained. He could have taken her to one of the various underground labs. She hoped not but the chances were vague if anything. All Sarene could do was hope for the best. Eerie how this previous nightmare seemed to now be coming true. She could only wonder what lied in store. Would it be completely different or exactly the same?
Suddenly lights came on, revealing what she had been laying in for however long a time. Curious eyes rested on a clear strange, peculiar sticky substance submerging most of her body. The room was metallic with hardly any furnishings, much like in the dream. She just wished that he'd get here already before this beast could cause further torment...further misery. That's what he thrived on. Speaking of the pompous creature, he now strode casually towards her, acting as though this were a regular occurrence, each arm rested at his side with both fists clenched.
"Did your slumber in my fluids help you to feel better, my dear?"
She tried moving forward to stand only feeling a tightness around her neck. There seemed to be some kind of restraint connecting her to the object.
"Tsk tsk, not so fast, darling. Before you go, Daddy wants for you to be a good girl and obey this time. Understand?"
She forced out a quiet 'yes', waiting for his command.
"Yes what?"
She closed both eyes, collecting her thoughts and regaining control of severe contention held within. This wouldn't last forever. It had to end soon.
"Daddy."
It came out in a whisper again.
"That's a very good decision, love. Now then, begin touching yourself for me..."
She suppressed a grimace, willing her right arm to move. At least it had been her left he had injured. Her body still ached but she felt thankful that nothing had been broken or fractured. Something must have happened to make her so weak...That's whenever she recalled him bringing up the represent agent from the nightmare.
After a brief time he could tell she already neared her own personal euphoria. He made haste, unlocking the collar chained to the bathtub, picking her up. He held her while standing, pausing momentarily when she discontinued fondling.
"Did I once command you to stop?"
His hands gave an intense squeeze, making her wince and tighten the hold around his neck. Her lower half screamed to be freed. She must have been in there for quite some time.
"Sorry...Daddy. I'll do what you want."
"Tell me you will obey me, sweetheart."
Her head weakly rested against his chest as she sniffled out her next response, fighting back tears. Both her mother and father often used that affectionate term when referring to her.
"I'll obey you, Daddy. I'll be a good girl for you this time..."
He let out longing moans, wearing that same usual cocky smirk while salivating with wanton, carnal unrestrained desire. She felt him rub his member against her entrance for a minute while her finger continued rubbing from above, hastily feeling him penetrate with a sultry moan directly after. She exhaled in defeat, nearly orgasming then and there. He moved her at a moderate pace until quickening his movements, slapping her violently against himself. She took the hint, increasing her own finger's pace and orgasming first, milking his fluids deep inside. He let out a feral growl when experiencing his own high, feeling that missed, vice-like grip of pleasure contract and release around his manhood, just like the first time. He fell to his knees shortly thereafter, panting beside her ear in ecstasy.
"Give Daddy more, baby. Give him more as he holds you down in his soft, silk bed. You crave that same pleasure, don't you sweetheart?"
Tears fell down her cheek as another weak "Yes Daddy" was heard. She felt numb. Not defeated, just numb.
After indulging in their shared high he picked her up again, carrying her to his bed. With unexpected gentleness he laid her down while kissing sensually from above, his member already erect once more, longing for that same feeling.
"Beg Daddy for more baby, I want to hear your sensual voice whisper out pleading moans...Please baby, Daddy won't discipline you anymore if you obey his commands..."
It took her a moment to speak but when she did her voice cracked and wavered, feeling as he licked each salty streak from rouge red cheeks until waiting for her conclusion, placing his tongue elsewhere.
"I'll be good for you Daddy...Please fill me with your...your nectar again. Please penetrate me again with your wonderful dick until satisfied."
He gave sloppy, unrestrained kisses; his tongue longingly invading her panting mouth while swiftly inserting himself, moaning with lust as her insides tightened and quivered around his throbbing manhood. Soon after that same secondary inner flesh clutched ahold, his thin peculiar tendrils and spurs seeming to seal her fate. They remained in place just like in the nightmare, except for one stray which rubbed her swollen, throbbing nub from the start. This would be much more difficult than she originally anticipated.
He knew very well her spirit was broken. Perhaps she wasn't completely without hope but her bodily reactions gave away the words which remained unspoken. She couldn't bring herself to openly admit it to him, he knew this. Still, he had instilled fear from deeply within her. She knew better than to deny him now and that was all the affirmation needed.
I want to hear you tell me how much you love me, Sarene. Tell me you yearn for endless pleasure...only from your Daddy."
She couldn't bring herself to face him any longer, gaze averting out of shame and horror. This wasn't even a pitiful creature looming from above. Instead, this was something far worse- a vindictive, obsessed tyrannical monster who'd stop at nothing in order to have whatever or whomever he desired. This might have to end badly for her if the others were to lead happy lives one day but she felt more than willing, more than ready. She already knew there to be no hope for that kind of life. She could feel something growing inside. It started no more than two months ago. Leaving wasn't an option at this point.
'Somehow, some way, things will be made right. For now I'll suffer with you, monster.'
"Yes, only from you Daddy. Have your way with me again, please Sir."
"Good, sweet girl..."
He embraced her with unrestrained force, burrowing his face into the crook of her neck and inhaling a sweet, intoxicating aroma. Both knew very well this scent couldn't be cultivated from any perfume. It was entirely internal.
His thrusts mercilessly continued between exhausted, sore legs; a small puddle containing mixed fluids and sweat began forming from below. He almost felt like a virus carrier while mindlessly acting out these primal desires...fetishes. Perhaps all felt this way when engaging in these activities. No thought required, only basic motor functions. Primal instinct.
Groans of pleasure swiftly turned into pain as she at last could withstand no more. She tried pushing firmly against his chest but to no avail did this deter him. He only scoffed in response, increasing his speed.
"Our bodies have yet to achieve satisfaction my dear. After all, yours is clinging onto me so tightly...even still. Evidently, your urges override logic."
"That may be true but this pain is becoming unbearable. Can't we stop this somehow?"
"Hmph, how do you feel about this dream becoming a reality? You know, it is true how much of a breakthrough you actually have become. And still, it astounds me that you refuse to acknowledge your full potential...Despite a represent agent currently coursing throughout your system. Alas, this is, and will be, your purpose from henceforth. You will remain beneath and on top of me, serving at my side while I rightfully achieve a new world...All thanks to your impressive womb."
Outlines of tense veins formed on her temples. This agony didn't feel right...didn't feel human. It felt foreign; alien almost.
"I don't feel right."
She barely finished that sentence before six wriggling tendrils sprang forth from her womb. A natural- or at least somewhat natural- coagulant produced from her body and the control compound began healing where these strange new appendages sprang forth. All seemed no more than six feet in length but posed as a lethal threat, nonetheless. They were comparable to a bratwurst sausage in diameter, not too big or small, just the right size. At least that had been what grew inside all this time...
"What in the devil-"
One nearest to her breast shoved itself in his mouth while two restrained his arms and the other two his legs. Another had a firm grip around his throat which allowed breathing possible, strained yet possible. The one which finished with his mouth targeted another orifice, causing her to cringe. She didn't exactly choose to do this. There must have been something more at work here, something deeper.
"Don't..."
The oddity began rubbing circles around its newfound target more than eager to begin.
"You..."
The slippery tip tickled his entrance causing an enraged sneer to emerge.
"Dare."
Immediately after these angered spoken words, the invader forced its way inside, forcibly thrusting, taking him just as he had her, leaving him no other choice.
"This isn't me doing this...Well, at least I'm not willing this to happen."
He groaned in agony, grip tightening so hard around both tendrils it nearly broke both hands. Within seconds it found his prostate, the other five forcing him to thrust inside Sarene, producing a breathless, rapture of an orgasm on his part. She couldn't feel much of anything anymore. He took that joy from her the moment he forced her into this sick obsession...This sick, morbid obsession eluding reality- if only temporary. Perhaps it all began on the day she lost her father. That day when they added insult to injury, only having lost her mother eight years prior. Sure she didn't "see" what happened to him but she knew very well that he'd either been killed or worse after they dragged him away...There was always a worse fate one could have in this place.
She felt confident knowing how to break him now which provided some consolation, temporarily drowning out painful memories. Leave him breathless and wanting more- even if it was thanks to these things. She'd take whatever help she could get if it meant this tyrant's downfall.
"Deep down, I want you to suffer. I've wanted this even as a child. You allowed me to suffer just as much as you had if not more. You just let it all happen and not only to me but all of the other children as well. You chose to let it happen whenever you had the ability to prevent our suffering, even then. Why is that, Wesker?"
"You know better than to call me that, damn you."
He sneered through clenched teeth, confused, willing himself to escape yet yearning for more pleasure...New, otherworldly pleasure that only she knew how to give.
"You're choice is simple, Wesker. Answer me now or make do without pleasure and suffer even more."
"Damned cu-"
The tendril cut him off before he could finish his insult, tightening fiercely around his windpipe.
"I can make one for you if this degradation continues any further. I'm in control now. Think before you speak, for once."
What once had been inside now firmly wrapped around a hanging bodily organ, threatening to make that offer possible.
"Let's see how willingly you'll comply then."
"You haven't the slightest inkling of what we all had to endure...I wanted others around me; everyone to suffer just as much as I had. For a long while, I yearned for death myself. Answer your own question based on this response, Sarene. Would you truly wish to help others even after enduring endless amounts of searing, agonizing torment throughout your entire life?"
She paused for a brief time, contemplating his honest reply. When one of her own came to mind she gave a cruel smirk, reinforcing her hold over him yet again.
"No but I wouldn't have been such a whining bitch and just ended my own suffering when given the chance, in turn sparing others from my own miserable existence."
He called out with feral growls and moans as her internal weapon released him, only to be penetrated once more. The other snake-like weapon slithered from his neck, resting around his shaft with an aggressive hold. Both only began moving when he did what was asked.
"Look at you now, Wesker. What you've turned into...You really are no better than your own "Daddy". I want to hear you tell me that I'm right."
He gave such an intense glare she thought he'd burst into flames right then. His own veins began bulging around his temples making him look rather menacing if it weren't for this compromising position he put himself in.
"You scowl and sneer at me all you want with that laughable expression. It'll get you nowhere."
"Either way, your goal remains the same which is waiting for me to lose consciousness in order to overthrow my reign and escape with the others. Will you be bringing Subjects A and C with you? B malfunctioned a month prior and had to be disposed of. There's a high probability A will have the same outcome within a weeks time. Thus, by all means, do take them."
Suddenly, a contained explosion was heard from the other side of the door, followed by the sound of the metallic object being kicked open then crashing against the ground. Approaching footsteps made their way towards their general direction. A wicked grin plastered onto his face as he felt fluid administered into his bloodstream followed by a sharp prick on the side of his neck. A figure loomed from above awaiting his unwilling surrender. He held on for quite some time much to both her and Brutus's surprise. He was left completely breathless for a change as minutes turned into hours, the much anticipated result occurring without warning, sealing his fate. He felt different...At first he couldn't quite place it but the effects from whatever sedative previously administered were taking hold.
Their small group just may be able to pull this off after all. Weariness began taking hold, reducing the once powerful tyrant to a mere sleeping babe. He'd pose no more threat than a tame housecat. He glowered at her as consciousness began fading, eyes narrowing in silent defeat. He whispered chilling words before darkness consumed him for forever how long, each one spoken with uncompromising promise.
"This...is far...from over Sarene. Far from it. You will never...be rid...of me."
Soon enough she felt his body grow limp. Now came the most difficult part of this plan- saying goodbye.
