Chapter 12
"Don't think of it as you're broken, look at it as if I'm trying to better you. I'm really trying to make your life a little easier by helping you to know what you really like and what you don't like," Brea tells me.
"But if I don't like anything and you can't fix me, you'll set me free?" I ask.
"I will, but I will know what you do and don't like, therefore I will know if you're faking it in order to be left go. Look, I can't set everyone free, there's too many legal issues with that. I will set one free, one. And I'm saving that for the one I can't teach to feel good."
"Oh," I say and look down. I don't know how great my chances are of me being the one that he sets free. I almost came when he did things to me the last time, that must not be very good of I want to be let go. I need to control myself better, I can't do what he tells me to do. I need to focus on me, not what he is doing.
"I'm sorry, I can't set you all free. I would be put in jail, my career ruined. I can't have that, but if I can make it look like one of you escaped, that's all I can afford. If I keep letting all of you go, then they won't rent to me anymore, or I can go to jail if they find out my true intentions of renting you. The most I can do for you girls is to rehabilitate the ones that need it, that way their lives will be a little less shitty. I know how horrible it must be. I've seen a lot of injuries on some of you, but I can't do much about it."
"I know you can't, you don't want to risk your life or job," I tell him. This guy is crazy, he has seen some of the things done, and he still doesn't care. I know he wants to help, but he could do so much more. Is it really that hard to help us out, other then teach us how we like to be fucked? There isn't any point to that anyway since we can't choose who we get, they choose us, they use us how they like. There is no say for us. Only silence and acceptance.
"I can't, I'm sorry I can't. I wish I could do more, but it's not in the cards. Why don't I make you some hot chocolate."
I shake my head, "I think I'd rather just go to bed." He looks at me with a suspicious look, and to make it more believable I add "I'm just very tired."
"Okay, as you wish," he says. He offers his hand to me and I accept, and he leads me up the stairs and to my room. He stops at the door and lets me continue inside. He shuts the door behind me after telling me goodnight, and I go into my bathroom.
I brush my teeth and then draw a bath full of steaming hot water. I rummage through the cabinets and find a bottle of soap and squirt some into the bath, which makes it foam up. When it's ready I sink down into the water.
I let the steamy water consume me, my hair pools around my shoulders and the tips float on the surface of the water and bubbles. I relax my muscles, and breathing and eventually I find myself getting sleepy. The water relaxes all parts of me and I start to fall asleep in the bath tub. I'm there a few minutes in a deeply relaxed state before I jolt awake and I know I should get out.
I find a towel and step out, drying myself before I climb into bed. I don't even take the time to put clothes on. The silk sheets engulf me and I drift off to the sound of Brea walking up the stairs.
After a long night of sleep I find myself slowly awakening to a weird sensation between my legs. I moan and open my eyes to find Brea's head between my legs and his fingers grazing over my skin. He flicks his tongue from side to side and then runs it all over my sex. I moan unintentionally, and he responds by sliding his hands upwards towards my nipples and squeezing them gently.
"Good morning baby," he says in a husky voice, taking a moment to look up at me. "I thought I would just come in for some breakfast." He continues his assault on my pussy, and then works his way up, sucking and biting on various parts of my skin until he's all the way up to my lips and I can taste myself on him.
"How are you liking this?" he asks when he pulls away. I look in his eyes and there is nothing but want and desire in his eyes.
"It's good," I say. His pupils dilate and I can tell he's trying to read my honest mood. I assume he sees nothing wrong with it since he says nothing and gets back to groping me.
He squeezes my bottom and sucks on one of my nipples. I moan in appreciation, and he kisses me fervently, asking for permission with his tongue to grant access. His kiss is gentle, and I allow myself to let go for just a moment. Savoring it for just a moment before I need to go back to pretending that I don't like this so I can be set free, but in all reality, it's the nicest thing a man has ever made me feel.
He increases the pressure in his kiss and trails his fingers down to my sex and gently pushes one inside and stroking my front wall. I can't help it, I groan in appreciation, and he continues slowly, achingly slow. I squirm and writhe without control, and I find myself lost.
"Please," I moan without even thinking of saying so. He doesn't stop, but looks up and evaluates my expression. His eyes widen and he meets my unplanned demand with a kiss and he gently places himself on top of me.
He circles my nipples with his tongue and places his length at my entrance, then easing in but he stops.
"See, this is the face of enjoyment baby, this is what I was talking about. It feels better, doesn't it?"
I wriggle and writhe underneath him, panting for him to get going. I don't know what to do. I don't want to admit to him that this is indeed making me feel good, in fact more than good. I've never felt this good in my life. "Uh, mhmm," I manage. He pumps once into me and then stops again.
"I said it feels better, doesn't it," he repeats himself, looking at me with eyes that burn right through me. He's looking for the direct answer he knows I don't want to give to him.
"Ah, yes," I groan. "Now, please."
"No, I want to hear you say yes, I'm not moving until I hear that you're truly enjoying this."
"Yes, I'm fucking enjoying it, come on already!" I yell at him, frustrated at him for not doing as I wish when that is all I have done for him.
"Agh," he yells and slams into me. He goes fast, pounding into me with more might than I've ever felt. It's really painful, but filled with something more. Enjoyment maybe?
He pumps and grinds and pushes into me, varying his speeds and pressures, he licks my nipples and kisses my lips, palms my breasts and smacks my ass. I whimper and yelp, he's going too hard, and he knows it. He sees it in my face and slows down some, then pulls out and waits several seconds before slamming back into me. I yell in ecstasy, and he does it again and again, then changes the pace to move at a slow but forceful pace.
I pant and clench around him. I feel the thing I felt before building inside of me, and Brea knows it. He eyes me, gauging my reactions to different ways.
"Come on baby, come on, I know your there, just let go," he says, continuing to go slow but hard. Everything keeps building and building and building. Brea keeps sinking into me at a constantly steady pace, and then licks my nipples and I lose it.
I crash, over and over I crash. My walls contract and grip his length. My breathing is erratic and uncontrolled, my body shaking with my release. I cry out in ecstasy and Brea speeds up as I orgasm, coming just after my release is done. I am in awe of how that felt.
For a moment, we lay there, Brea on top of me, the both of us panting. After a minute or so Brea rolls off of me and lays on the bed beside me. His chest moves with each breath, his muscles contracting. He really is an attractive man.
I see the smallest tattoo on the underside of his arm, it's tiny and barely visible. I've never even noticed it, since he wears a shirt with sleeves long enough to cover it when he's dressed, and I was always occupied with other things when he wasn't.
"Can I ask what your tattoo is of?"
He thinks for a moment, "Sure, but only if you answer a question of mine."
"What is that?"
"What is your name. You've never told me, and none of the managers know either. You go by the name of 721, which I know is your cell number, or was before you got moved to the maternity ring. But I know you have another name, what is it?"
I pause. I've never told anyone my name. Not even Analia. I've told Elodie, but she betrayed me a long time ago. She was the first and last person to know my name. It's the only part of me that is not exposed. With everyone knowing it, I will be even more naked than I already have been.
"I can't tell you," I say, and Brea looks at me as if I've grown three heads.
"Why, why can't you tell me your name?" he asks. He sounds angry, and he has a right to be. I just can't let him take the last part of me away.
"It's all I have left," I whisper. I see no sign of understanding in his eyes. I don't think he knows what I mean when I tell him it's all I have left.
"I don't understand," he shakes his head.
"It's all I have left to call mine. It is my only possession. Who knows, maybe if they find out my name and don't like it, they might change it. I don't know what they are capable of. There is one person that knew my name and that person betrayed me. I don't want to trust anyone else with it. Especially someone that doesn't care."
"I do care. I'm trying to help you as much as I can."
"You're not trying to help me, you may think you are, but I'm just a plaything until you get me knocked up!" I yell. Brea looks at me with anger in his eyes, but I don't care, I continue. "You're being paid to have me here and do what you wish with me until I'm knocked up and bred like a cow, then I'll be brought back and I'll deliver your baby that you don't care about, and then I'll go back to the same shit that I was doing before I have this child. I'll go back to the facility like nothing ever happened, and you can think all you want that you're helping me, but just because you show me how I like to be fucked doesn't necessarily help anything. I'm not given a choice in how I'm fucked, so why should it matter that you're teaching me the way I like it. I'm going to be miserable for the rest of my life and there is no cure for that."
Brea looks at me with fire in his eyes. Anger, but there is a hint of something else I can't place. He doesn't say a word, he just gets up and leaves me in my room, quietly closes the door, and then goes into his room.
I sit there, angry that he didn't answer me back, I don't leave my room until I hear him leave the house, he closes the front door and locks it behind him, then drives off. I am left alone for the first time in his house. And I don't know how to react to it.
I go downstairs and find some cereal and milk and pour breakfast. I wander around the house, eat lunch, learn how to work the TV, and I watch it until Brea comes home. It is a very long time before he returns. When he does, he opens the front door and walks quietly in, hearing the TV he peers into the living room and sees that I'm there. He is dressed in business attire with a briefcase.
"Where were you all that time?" I ask.
"I was at work, I do have a job that I need to report to. I have been working at home as a sort of long weekend, but I needed to go back today, regardless of your attitude. I'm sorry you feel this way, it is the best I can do to try and help you. I'm sorry I cannot help you in any other way. Law forbids it."
I look at him like hes a snake. A terrible snake that needs its head cut off with a shovel. I loathe this man, I loathe this life.
"Don't look at me that way, I need to prepare supper, is there anything in particular you would like?" I don't answer him, only with a scowl do I show any expression. He takes my silence as a no and sighs, then goes into the kitchen and starts pulling out dishes and pans. I go upstairs to my room and take a shower. I feel dirtier than ever knowing that I let him touch me this morning. I feel even more disgusting once I remember that he actually made me orgasm.
I scrub at my skin until it's red, I let the scorching water sting my skin, I try to get as clean as physically possible while being in this horrid house. I stay in there for as long as I can and eventually Brea comes upstairs and knocks on the door telling me dinner is ready.
I don't care, I keep washing, I keep soaking my skin until my fingers are pruned, I'm in there for a long time until Brea comes up again, once more, and opens the bathroom door without asking.
"Come on, you need to get out, you're going to use up all of the hot water," he says in a clearly annoyed tone.
"Let it run out, I'll shower in cold water," I say. This angers him and he reaches in the shower, shuts the water off, grabs a towel and yanks me out of the shower. I stand in front of his blazing eyes, naked, but he doesn't look at my body, he looks straight into my eyes, never breaking contact with them.
"I need you to dry off and get ready, you need to eat dinner, and then we will see what to do with you."
***** If you want the sad ending stop reading here, it will be written along with two other endings once I am finished with this story.*****