Dean, Seth and Roman made their way down the hallway all sweaty and tired. They had left a beaten down Bray with his two annoying minions Luke and Erick inside the ring. Bray had tried to get one over them but they hadn't backed down. The cult leader didn't scare them and they made sure he knew.
"He's gonna keep coming," Seth said.
"And we're gonna keep beating him," Dean said.
Seth and Roman walked into their locker room and Dean was about to follow when he caught a glimpse of white in the corner of his eye. He turned his head just to see her standing there further down the hallway, half hidden behind a tall plant, smiling at him.
"What's going on? Aren't you coming?" Roman asked.
He stuck out his head and noticed the woman that had captured Dean's attention.
"Really, Dean?" He sighed. "What is it about her?"
"I don't know," Dean answered.
He didn't know but he wanted to. There was just something about her that made him want to know more, to find out what else was hidden inside this woman.
"Car keys," Dean demanded.
"For crying out loud," Roman rolled his eyes. "Fine, I guess we'll just walk home. Seth! Bring the keys!"
Seth came over to them with the keys in his hand. He stuck his head out too and watched the woman standing further down.
"Why does Dean's dick always get to decide everything?" He chuckled.
"Hey!" Dean snapped his head back to look at them. "It's not about that."
"What is it about then?" Roman asked.
"I'm not sure," Dean answered.
"Well, when you figure it out, come tell us," Roman said.
"Meanwhile, have fun," Seth smirked as he handed Dean the keys.
Dean took the keys with a smile and a nod.
"Careful though. Bray's not gonna like this," Roman warned.
"He's not gonna wake up for a while after what we did to him," Dean winked.
He started walking down the hallway towards her. She just stood there, watching as he came closer, waiting for him with her head tilted a bit to the side.
"Hey," he said when he finally reached her. "Wanna go for a ride?"
"Where to?" She asked.
"Somewhere we can be alone," he answered.
"Okay," she said.
For the first time ever he didn't have to chase her down. He walked side by side with her and he felt his hand twist to reach for hers but he restrained himself. Instead he looked down and watched as her bare feet moved silently over the floor at first and then out on the hard asphalt outside.
"Why don't you wear shoes?" He asked.
"I'm not allowed to," she answered.
"The others do," he said.
"Just one of my punishments," she smiled as if it meant nothing. "Where are you taking me?"
"On a little adventure," he said.
He was astonished that she chose to trust him and just follow him blindly. Poor thing probably didn't know any better after being with Bray for so long. It was then he realized that he didn't know exactly how long she had been there. Many of the kids were born into the cult.
"How long have you been with Bray?" He asked.
"Mom brought me here after dad died. I was 10," she answered.
"So you do remember another world besides Bray's?" He asked.
"Yes," she smiled widely. "I'm not allowed to remember though. I'm not allowed to remember dad or anything else. Bray is my father now."
"That's just wrong," he said lowly.
"I talk to dad when no one listens," she said.
He looked at her shocked. For a second he questioned her mental state.
"Don't look at me like that," she laughed. "I don't mean it that way. I know he's dead and that he's not here but I like to talk to the air, hoping his spirit might still be around and that he hears me. I don't wanna forget him."
He smiled and reached over to pat her knee. Not crazy then. Just a woman missing her dad.
"I'm sure he watches over you," he said.
He parked the car far away from the city and everyone in it. They both stepped out and walked to the hood, leaning up against it while looking out in the darkness at the stars and the moon.
"Are you gonna make me cum again?" She asked.
He laughed and turned his head to look at her. She was just straight forward and as weird as it was, he actually liked it. He moved to stand in front of her, pushing her slightly back while his hand trailed up her inner thigh and down her panties. She let out a soft moan as he started rubbing her clit slowly with his fingers.
"It depends," he said.
"Depends on what?" She breathed heavily.
"If you answer my questions, and if I believe your answers, then yes, I'll make you cum," he smirked. "If not, I'm gonna work you up to the point of frustration and leave you like that."
A small whimper left her before she looked at him with lust filled eyes and nodded. He leaned a bit closer, keeping up the same slow pace with his fingers to make sure she didn't cum already. He ghosted his lips over her neck and jaw before stopping right in front of her face.
"I'll start easy. Why are you being punished by not being allowed to wear shoes?" He asked.
"Because I'm bad," she answered.
"Bad how?" He asked.
"I don't call him father," she answered.
He chuckled a little. Bray was always so obsessed with getting everyone to do exactly what he wanted. He knew such a small thing was like an earthquake in Bray's world.
"Roman brought something up to me. Have you been with men outside the cult?" He asked.
"No," she answered.
"I didn't think sex was allowed between the members. Do you have a secret boyfriend?" He asked.
"Oh no, not like that. Bray pairs us and then he questions the boys afterwards on how it was. Once Bray sees a fit pairing, he tells us to marry," she explained.
"What?" His eyes widened.
He stopped what he was doing. Not on purpose but simply because he was so surprised to learn that.
"Dean, please," she whimpered and tried to move against his hand.
"Right," he smiled a little.
He started moving his hand again, finding the same slow and tormenting pace to keep her willing and desperate but without allowing her to go over the edge.
"So basically he gives you out as he sees fit. Why is it that none of these boys have been able to make you cum?" He asked.
"We're not allowed to. Bray says the female orgasm is the devil's work," she answered.
"Words that can only have been spoken by a man who's not good enough to pleasure a woman so he hides his own faults by putting it on you," he chuckled. "Good thing you came to me then."
She moaned and fell a bit more backwards. He reached his free hand behind her to pull her back up to the position he wanted to keep her in. Close, face to face, not able to get away.
"Dean, please, I... I... let me... please..." She couldn't complete a full sentence.
How he loved having her there, begging for his mercy, begging him to make her cum, holding all the power.
"How old are you?" He asked.
"25," she answered.
"Is it normal not to be married yet?" He asked.
"No, I'm bad so he punishes me by not giving me a husband," she gave him a naughty smile. "I'm bad on purpose so he doesn't marry me out."
"Clever girl," he chuckled. "I still don't like it though. He's whoring you out against your will. Who got to take your virginity?"
"We lose it on our 18th birthday. We spend our first night as adults with Bray," she said.
"What?" He yelled.
Once again he stopped and stared at her in disbelief but he met nothing but truth in her eyes. His heart suddenly broke for her. Everything she was living with was dead wrong and he wasn't sure if she knew it. She knew some things, that was for sure if she was being bad on purpose like she said, but he wasn't sure if she saw the full picture. There she was, a grown woman in his arms, actually deciding on her own to be with a man for the first time in her life, and he sure as hell wasn't gonna let her down.
He started moving his hand again, more frantic this time, while he leaned in to kiss her and swallow all her moans. He kept at it, increasing the pace, until she finally tilted her head back and cried towards the sky. As she turned her head back to smile at him, he pulled his fingers out of her panties, placed his hands on either side of her and leaned as close as he could.
"One last question, sweetheart," he grinned like a child. "Am I the best or what?"
She let out a loud laugh and he couldn't help but smile at the sound. She had the sweetest laugh he had ever heard and once it turned down to a chuckle, he moved in to kiss her again.
"Let's get back, shall we?" He asked as he pulled away from her lips.
"We're not gonna have sex?" She asked.
"Not tonight, sweetheart," he pulled her down from the hood.
"But another night?" She asked.
"Yes, another night," he answered.
So many things he wanted to say but he didn't know how to start or how to finish. With what he had just learned, it just felt wrong to fuck her. It felt like he would take advantage of her too. Instead he wanted to give her what he had given, pleasure solely to her so that she could see that it was alright for a woman to cum, alright for a woman to enjoy it, alright for a woman to choose her own man and have her way with him too.
"Where can I take you?" He asked as they sat in the car again.
"Just drop me off at the arena. I'll make my own way back," she answered.
"Right, probably not good if I drop you off at the compound and risk Bray seeing us together," he said.
He dropped her off and watched as she made her way through the parking lot, slowly being swallowed by the darkness. Her feet had to be cold and hurting from running on the hard, cold ground like that. In that moment he hated Bray even more than before. He made a growling sound as he hit the gas and drove home.
"So?" Seth smirked as Dean walked in.
"Bray's an asshole," Dean said.
"What else is new?" Seth laughed.
"He's a fucking pimp. He whores the girls around between the men until he decides who they should marry," Dean fell down on the couch.
"For real?" Roman asked.
"Oh, that's not the best part. He takes it upon himself to take their virginities on their 18th birthday," Dean sighed and tried sounding like Bray. "Hello, darling, welcome to the grown up world. Come here and let me rape you."
"That's fucked up," Roman said.
"And they don't even know it's wrong. They just follow blindly or they'll be punished. Catelin isn't even allowed to wear shoes because she refuses to call him father," Dean said.
"That sick bastard!" Seth hissed.
Catelin made her way silently through the big house, thinking she might be lucky this time as the place was dark and she couldn't hear anyone. She was almost through the livingroom when a lamp was turned on and she found Bray sitting on a chair.
"Where were you?" He asked.
"Just walking around," she answered.
"Don't lie to me, child!" He raised his voice.
He got up from the chair and closed in on her, backing her up against the wall and grabbing her jaw.
"Why can't you just play nice like the other girls? All this..." His free hand waved around in the air. "All this I've given to you. I took you in when you had no one. I saved you and your mother from the sharks. I gave you a home, I gave you food, I gave you my love and this is how you repay me? By running off doing god knows what?"
"I just went for a walk, Bray," she said.
"I am your father!" He shouted. "You got a devil inside you, child, and if you can't get it out on your own, I will have to take drastic measures to get it done!"
