Hello few but treasured readers. I will no longer be able to update every friday, i'm switching jobs, but I will try to still update once a week. Here's my latest chapter. It's a twist that's for sure. Let me know what you think :)
Chapter 10
I run free, away from that terrible place. Everything is wrong. I was there too long, way too long. I was able to get away, but not before the baby. The poor baby. How will I take care of it? I'll have to give birth eventually, how can I make it survive out here when there is little food even for me? How will I raise him or her? Will I be able to keep him or her alive?
Of course I will, I will try my best. I am free, that is what matters. My child will grow up in cautious fear, but at least it wont have to live how others do, like I did. I am free, and so is my child. All is well.
I startle awake. It was a nice dream, but not a truthful one. I will never be able to escape, I don't know enough of the place yet, I know some have been here for years and have never known the whole of this place, let alone secrets to get out. Very few have been able to.
I will not have the chance before I concieve my first child, that much is certain. It is too late. I am moved to the maternity wing, all settled in, and today will be the day that I will be taken by the donor who will use me for pleasure until I am pregnant with his child.
His child that he doesn't even want
I shudder. He will be here any minute, or so I am told. I can only hope he is the gentle type, though I know not many are. Most like to be rough with women and use them for their pleasure, they care less if you are sore from previous arrangments, they don't care if they hurt you, all they care about is themselves.
The time comes where I am removed from my cell and taken to a room, stripped and told to put on a nice dress which they give me, and my client will be in the room in a matter of minutes.
I do as I'm told and put the dress on along with the shoes. It is not revealing as they usually are, but it is a simple dress with a nice blue shade and white heals to go with it. It is comfortable.
When I'm done dressing I sit and wait. The door opens and I am face to face with the devil. A handsome brunette man, very muscular, with blue eyes and a strong build. He is attractive, but not overly so. I still cannot take my eyes off of his natural looks. A strong jaw line, stocked build, eyes that are unreadable in emotion.
I wonder if they ever even thought of what my child will look like with different candidates or if they simply picked one.
"Hello, my name is Brea," he says and extends a hand. I don't take it, even though he is attractive, I still loathe this man. He withdrawls his hand awkwardly and speaks again in a lighter tone, "What is your name, they only call you by your cell, number 721."
I don't answer and he looks confused, but doesn't retreat. "Okay then, well since your not giving me answers I guess we should get going, come," he says extending his hand to help me out of my chair. I take it and he helps me up, he opens the door and pulls out a cable tie and bounds my hands so I do not run. I am trapped, I am his.
He leads me to his car and helps me in the passenger seat, then shuts the door and gets in his side. We drive for an eternity before pulling up to a house outside of the main city. It is a nice beige house, a two story with green shutters and nice sized windows. It looks homely.
Elodie would always point out how nice they were on the outside. Now I get to see the inside of one as well.
"Alright, home at last," he says and helps me out of my seat, placing his hand on my back as he escorts me inside and locks the door with a key behind me. He takes scissors and cuts the tie around my wrists, apparently the place is sealed enough that he's not worried about me escaping.
"Okay, I'll give you the tour, your going to be here for a while so I'll show you where everything is that way you know," he says and walks indicating for me to follow him. He leads me down the main hallway downstairs and shows me the kitchen, living room, and dining room. He shows me the bathroom on the first floor that contains a toilet and a sink. "Now for the upstairs," he says leading me up the steps. I am completely silent through all of this, taking in my new home where I will stay until the inevitable happens.
"Here is the bathroom, you are welcome to use any time you please, here is my bedroom, and over to the left is my office, I would prefer if you would not go into my office. And over here, on the end, this is your room." He takes a key and unlocks the door, revealing a white room with purple silk curtains and a soft lavender colored bed, a closet full of clothes, and a stand with a lamp. The room also comes with a bathroom so I will not have to leave at night, which will not be possible as Brea instructs me because he will lock my door after nine.
"You are free to go anywhere you like in this house except my office, eat anything and drink anything in the refrigerator, whatever your heart desires."
"Thank you," is all I mutter and walk into my room and sit on the bed. He tilts his head to the side and gives me a puzzled look before sauntering over to me and sitting beside me on the bed.
"Make yourself comfortable," he says and then the tense pressure in the air builds and he gets up and leaves, leaving my door open as if to let me know I am able to change my mind and follow him. I decline and lay back on my bed and sob quietly as he walks down the stairs.
I hear him clang around in the kitchen, what he's doing I don't know, but he seems hell bent on making a lot of noise. I ignore it and shut my door and continue to sob until I cannot cry any more tears. When I am exhausted to this point I fall asleep facing the wall with the windows, not the door. I dream that I am not in this place. I dream that this is not our world.
The door opens and I shutter awake, Brea is in the entrance with food, pancakes and bacon and eggs, a huge meal. "I brought you something to eat, I know it's not breakfast time, but I wanted to make you something nice," he says and sets the plate on the stand. Not wanting to upset him I pick up the plate and take a bite, whispering a compliment and a thank you.
"So after your done eating why don't we take the time to get to know each other," he says gently. "We - "
"We can do that," I interupt him. I should have known he was buttering me up so he could get right to business. I finish my meal quickly, and set my plate back on the night stand before moving to him and giving him a kiss. He returns the favor and I straddle him, he cups my ass and I push him back on the bed grinding into him. This is what they want, what he wants.
He stops and breaks the kiss, his erection beneath me. "Whoa, I meant talk," he says and gently pushes me off of him. "Let's not do it here though, why don't we go into the living room." He stands up and takes my hand helping me up as well. I take it and he walks with me down the stairs and into the living room. He sits on one end of the couch and beckons for me to sit on the other end of it.
"Okay so I guess first we should talk about living accomidations, first off, is there anything here you are not okay with."
"No," I tell him, plain and simple. I keep my answers to the point, short and direct. There is no need to elaborate.
"Okay," he continues awkwardly, "Is there any food you do not like?"
"No."
"Alright, maybe a question that has more of an elaborate answer other than yes or no," he trifles. "How do you like to fuck?" I shrug my shoulders and he takes that as a cue to talk about how he likes it.
"Okay, well then, I like it rough, hard. I love pulling hair and smacking a girls ass. I love to feel her writhing beneath me, love to smell her wetness and cumming on her face. I don't know how you like it, but I'm guessing you've not had much experience or just don't care either way."
I shrug my shoulders again which makes him laugh. "Okay," he says "obviously this isn't going anywhere. I need to head to my office and do some work, please make yourself at home." He saunters off and upstairs to his office. I wait a few minutes until he is deep into his work, then quielty walk upstairs and go in my room. I explore a little bit then slip under the sheets and wait.
After a while, in the evening, I hear him walk downstairs and rummage in the kitchen, then I assume he goes into the living room. He stays down there late, and I stay in my bed, waiting for the moment he collects me to do what he wants with me, but that moment never comes. I fall asleep as the night gets darker and quieter, he never rouses me, and I awake in the morning on my own.
The sounds of Brea in the kitchen bring me out of my bed. I am wearing a large T- shirt and panties. I walk down the stairs into the kitchen where he is eating a bowl of cereal.
"Good morning," he says polietly, "can I offer you any cereal or anything this morning?" he asks. I shake my head no and tell him no thank you.
"You need to eat," he says non-chalantly. "I have plans for you later, I need you to keep your strength up."
Great so starting right into it this morning. "Can I get a shower first?" I ask him. He nods his head and beckons for me to go, calling out once I walk away to let me know where the towels and wash cloths are located.
I grab one of each and mess with the buttons until hot water shoots out. I step in and stand under the steaming water. I let it pour over me and wash myself and my hair. I stand in the shower for a long time, prolonging the inevitable. When I've had enough I step out and dry myself, brush my teeth with a new toothbrush that was layed out, and then step out of the bathroom.
Brea is waiting for me outside the door and I jump. He smirks and takes me into his embrace. It's time. He lifts me and carries me to his room and throws me on the bed. I grunt and he rips the towel I have around me off and eyes my body.
Despite being naked with so many men I want to cover myself. I don't want him to see me. He undresses himself in front of me and pulls out his impressive length. I gasp. He's the biggest I've ever seen.
"I know baby, and it's all yours," he says in a husky voice. He bends down onto the bed and sucks on my neck, biting it every few inches. I try to groan, but it's a pathetic one. "You smell so good," he breathes and moves from my neck to my breasts, grazing his teeth lightly over my nipples. I inhale sharply, knowing men like that sound as well. He groans deep in his throat and continues.
His fingers trace down my neck and rest on my groin, slapping it and then inserting his fingers. I moan, he ignores me and places a finger in my ass as well. I hate the unfamiliar feeling but groan as if I like it because it will make it quicker.
"Mmmmm," he moans and licks my lower lips. "Your pussy smells and tastes so good." He licks and sucks and moistens the area, I spill out dishonest groans. Finally when he's had enough of stimuating me he slams his huge length into me. He slams into me once, twice, three hard times and then turns me over and smacks my ass. I yelp and he inserts himself into me again and again and again until i am in pain. I writhe beneath him since he said he liked that, and try to moan with every thrust.
"Ah" I cry out as I fake an orgasm, a technique Analia has taught me, and he stops immediately and pulls out. Fake panting I ask him "what? aren't you gonna keep going?" I know he didn't come. I didn't feel his seed spill into me, I don't feel the extra lubrication between my legs.
"You're not enjoying this are you?" he pants. "I know you aren't."
I look at him suprised. "H-how could you tell?" I ask him, bewildered. I did everything the way I normally do.
"You're body gives you away. Your only a little wet, and most of it is from when I went down on you. You're moans are strained and forced, not truthful, and was that an orgasm you tried to fake? Oh honey I know better, you're just insulting me."
"I-i didn't know I was being so obvious, I'm sorry I'll try and do better," I say and avert my eyes, embarassed that he has seen through me.
"No, don't try and be better, it's not your fault. I'm going to do better to pleasure you. But not until your ready. After all you're having a baby, the least I can do is make the sex comfortable until you get pregnant." I nod my head and look down. I was taught not to look your superior in the eye unless he tells you to do so.
To my suprise his fingers curl under my chin and gently lift it up, his blue eyes pierce mine and give nothing away, but invade me and my thoughts. "We'll find what you like," he whispers and walks over to his bathroom. "But not today, I don't want to start again after this bad note. We will start maybe tomorrow."
"Okay," is all I manage and he walks back out of his bathroom with a wet washcloth and a dry towel. "Here let me clean you up," he says and wipes me gingerly, cleaning the small mess that was made during our activities, then drying between my legs.
"Why don't you go back to your room and get some clothes and put them on, I'll make you something to eat."
"Okay," I squeak and return to my room and retreive a T-shirt and soft silky athletic looking shorts and putting them on before going down to the kitchen. Brea is making something that smells sweet in a pot and is frying bread in a pan. I don't know what's on it, but it's better than nothing. I'm starving.
He finishes cooking and hands me the plate and a mug with a light brown liquid in it. "Here, french toast and hot chocolate," he tells me and then sits down with a mug of his own.
"So I just want to talk about a few things, and if you don't want to right now tell me to stop, or if your not comfortable just don't answer, I want you to be honest with me, but I want you to be comfortable. Understand?" I nod my head and he continues. "Okay, so here's the first question, and I want more than just a shrug, how do you like to be touched."
I look at him, trying to form a response. "I-i I really d-don't know, I've ne-ver really..." I trail.
"You've never enjoyed it? How many clients have you had?"
"I d-dont know," I say honestly, enough to know I don't like it hard. "A few.."
"And you haven't had one that you enjoyed even a little?" he sounds surprised.
"No, i haven't," I say, lost. He looks at me with wide eyes and an exasperated expression. As if he can't believe what he's hearing. He stares at me for a few minutes, then speaks once more.
"What have they done to you."