"Let me give you the benefit of something you don't know, Scott. Samuel is not done with her. When she's utterly addicted and broken she's going to be used for some other trials, a black project I can't even tell you about. You snatch her now and put her anywhere, and the hunt is on for her and anyone who had involvement. You won't survive, and I don't just mean politically."
I shivered a little.
"Bill... you're not a bad sort. You watched out for Julianne. You can't be good with this."
"I'm not. All I can tell you is that the Company has taken a pivot recently and it's going in a direction that a few people are concerned about and no one knows how to stop. Trust me when I tell you that I know how you feel about what you know, because I know more and I feel worse. But if you intervene now, you could vanish and it could be Julianne used for trials next. That's how this goes -- people who know a little too much either take up airless scuba diving or end up like Cheryl. And the problem isn't just Samuel-"
"That fucking piece of ass raping cum-stained shit eating cunt! I'll take his balls off with a rusty spork!"
"Not if you're dead. Look, I have the beginnings of an idea, but I need more time. Visit Cheryl occasionally, be kind to her. I will as well -- she's a free-for-use toy right now for those that know about her, so no one will ask questions about guys visiting. I'll let you know if something else can be done. We'll talk again."
He clicked out.
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I got home a little stressed that night. I had some reason for it, I thought. First an ass-raping, then the realization that the Company casually broke women because of personal vendettas, then Bill's hint that however dark I thought it all was, I wasn't even aware of all the black yet. I was starting to wonder whether simply working for a place like this, knowing what I knew, was itself an ethical problem. And what would I do if it was? Work services? Live like the unwashed masses? I didn't even know how. I settled into a chair and sank deep into wondering about the world.
When I looked up, Julianne was in a tight white tee shirt and white shorts. I eyed her, slowly. Once upon a time in a mood like this I'd have grabbed her by the hair, torn her clothing off and fucked her. I'd have called it dominance but it would have been a hate-fuck. Not hate at Julianne; hate at the world, for which Julianne's body would have been a lovely if hapless replacement. Women got off on rough, demanding sex, so I'd gotten away with it for years. Julianne got off on it hard, whether she liked it or not. But I was coming to realize that what a woman's body loved and what a woman needed, weren't always the same. It was almost as if their minds and bodies were different things. I was glad I never had to live like that.
She settled behind me and started to rub my shoulders. "If Sir doesn't mind?"
"Sir absolutely does not." When she got to the sides of my neck I gave a little involuntary groan. "I think I love you," I said, eyes closing on their own, and my head falling back.
"Sir doesn't know how, he said once," she said, very softly. Her hair brushed against my face.
"A man has to learn sometime, and you'd be the best teacher in the world."
I opened my eyes again. She was bent over me, her hair a cascade all around my face, hiding the world from me. Her wide-set eyes were quiet, shimmering pools in the darkness, and for the first time I realized what lambent meant. Slowly, I reached up, and ran my fingertip across her lips, parting them. She licked them.
"I haven't, um, had sex or even touched myself since, um... we last did anything. Those were your rules."
"When you were transferred, I imagined you were ignoring those rules."
"I imagined that too. A lot. But I couldn't actually do it."
I stroked her lips again. "Don't lick."
"I thought you liked my lips wet-"
"Or speak."
I stroked again and again, keeping her lips parted. Her eyes got wider, and then she kissed my fingertip, pressing her tongue against it, very softly.
"Or kiss," I murmured. I pressed my fingertip deeper into her mouth, very lightly caressing the inside of her lips. After a few seconds, her eyes fluttered closed.
My hands shifted to her neck and throat, and petted them, pulling her lower by slow degrees, towards my mouth. Her eyes opened again, openly pleading and needy now. "S-sir?"
"You're interrupting a kiss. This better be important."
"Um... no, I'm just being a girl. It's just... no bra or panties."
"I noticed."
"And somehow I thought you'd just... take. But this is more like seduction. You don't have to do that. You already got me used to you just... having me. I just didn't expect-"
"You're right, this is not an important conversation." I stroked her lips again, and her eyes closed helplessly. I returned to massaging the sides and back of her neck, and lightly running my thumb over the hollow of her throat. She started to pant, and I drew her lower, and lower...
I kissed her mouth, and then ran the tip of my tongue around her lips, making them wet myself. I slid my hands further down, letting her breasts fill them. It was very tight, thin cloth and my thumbs began to make slow circles over her nipples. Her hands suddenly got unsteady, drifting over my shoulders and chest.
"I can make you burn... but I need to make you care," I said, softly against your lips. "But that's started to happen and we both know it. Don't kiss back yet. We both know how this trick works. When you can't kiss back, you want to more and more. I'll fill you to overflowing with the need to please me and sate me, but worse, I'll make you want to do it well. I will make a little confession. I broke into your poetry collection. So now I know that when a woman is made to desire hard enough, she comes to care about the man even if she desperately doesn't want to. I also know that being given strawberries is what finally made you..."
"Unfair," she whispered raggedly. "It was locked. How did you..."
"Maybe you shouldn't have chosen such a simple password."
"It was one you'd never guess. I was sure. I was so sure."
I pinched down on her nipples, very gently, and used them to guide her down into a deep, slow kiss. She kissed back uncontrollably.
"Unfair," she whispered again. "I'm so needy right now. I can't think. You're supposed to pound me with your cock and then I'd be sane again."
"I know your password, Julianne. It's love. Once I realized you wanted me to guess it, wanted me to read, wanted me to understand it, it was an obvious guess. You're shaking now. I know too much now, I know everything. You're revealed. Let's make you a symbol of that. Stand in front of me and undress."
She nodded, and took my collar from her pocket and put it on. Then the clothing slid off. She stood before me, long hair brushing hard nipples, hips shifting slowly as her legs pressed together, lips still parted and begging for another kiss. I just admired the art of her face and body for a moment.
I drew her into my lap. We kissed again, and her lips clung, soft and warm. I stroked her shoulders and back, and then returned to the fullness of her breasts, rubbing them from the sides. She pressed them against my chest, through my shirt, and then made an inpatient noise, and unbuttoned my shirt. I adjusted her legs so she was kneeling over me, the way she'd been when she'd imitated the actress in my porn collection and gotten me so hungry I'd completely lost it. She shivered as I posed her, remembering. Once my shirt was open she rubbed herself against me, sensuously, and got busy on my belt and zipper next.
"If you take that out I'll stop kissing you," I whispered.
Her hands moved indecisively between my zipper and my neck, and back, and back again... then she decided, and wound her hands around my neck and kissed me, wetly and passionately, over and over. My cock emerged without further help, making a stiff pillar of need. Her thigh brushed against it, and she looked down, freezing, licking her lips and staring hungrily.
"I... want it...."
She shifted forward, but I took her hips in my hands and controlled her, rubbing her slit against my cock, over and over. I burned, but I'd always taken the easy way, just taking... for once I was going to do this slowly, I was going to tease us both mad with need and the desire to please each other.
But I'd forgotten about her hands, and they both slid over my cock, working it up and down quickly and firmly. When I growled, she bent my cock to her pussy. Her soft moan, and the way her head fell back as I throbbed against her, was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. Her was throat, exposed, vulnerable; her hair all flowing back, aching to be taken in my hands; her nipples, upthrust and sensually alluring in their movement as she panted... I licked the hollow of her throat and she sobbed helplessly and tried to sink down on me, but I didn't allow it.
"You want to make me say please," she half-sobbed.
"No. For once I just want to feel the sensation of slowly filling you. Kiss me." I pulled her by the collar back into the kiss, and pinned her there, kissing her hungrily, and letting my other hand work my cock into her, little by little. She was hot wet silk, clenching and massaging my cock. Suddenly her hips began bucking -- my cock had gotten to that spot inside her that made her turn desperate.
"Take," she whispered. "You don't have to go slow. Just... take me."
"No. Too easy. You want this, you want to be mine as much as I want to make you be mine. You're going to give yourself to me." I said. I slid my hand over her again, petting her ass, then running fingernails lightly over it. Whimpering helplessly, she licked my mouth and began to work my cock.
It was glorious, but it was still too fast. I wanted to make this girl mine, not by conquest but by kindness. New ground for me, but I understood the basics. If she just got me off now -- and she was already trying -- we'd be back to the old way of thinking -- enslavement, demands, and no trust at all.
"Wait," I whispered against her ear, panting already. "Come to the bedroom. I want to do this a little differently."
"You know I'm already burning, right?" she whispered.
I slipped out of her. "Look down," I said. "Look at that hard, thick cock. You can see the precum trickling. I can tell you that there has never been a cock in the history of the world that was more ready, more hungry, to slam into pussy and ravage. I want you. It's hard to think about anything else. You can see my heartbeat in that little movement. When I take you you're going to know what it is to be desired. But something else has to happen first. Go to the bedroom or be dragged there by your collar."
She stared down at my cock again, lips quivering, hands making little sudden movements, and then she moaned and darted for the bedroom.
I went to the closet, and then the kitchen, and quickly gathered a few supplies. In the bedroom she was sitting, waiting, legs crossed and shifting restlessly.
"I have something I've wanted to try," I said. "Massage gel. It's very... well, you'll see."
"Drugs?" she said, warily.
"No. It's slippery, but nothing else."
I laid a shower curtain across the bed, and put a sheet on top of that. The gel made a mess, I'd been warned. "On your belly," I said, pointing to the bed. She laid down, curling, a little nervous.
I took everything off, and dimmed the lights.
I'd kept the jar near the apartment's pyro, and it was warm to the touch, not quite hot. I laid her out flat, and dribbled a little over her ass. She made a soft noise, and I stroked the gel into her skin, slowly.
"That's... very slippery," she said, in a little half giggle. "It's... wow."
I massaged it into her back, and then moved to the backs of her thighs. That got a moan, but I ignored her little hinting movements and did the backs of her pretty legs, and then her feet. Then I straddled her, nestled my cock in the valley of her ass, and worked her arms. As promised, it got everywhere and I didn't like the mess it made in her hair, but the rest of her glistened and gleamed like oiled brass. Brass would have held still better, though.
"Sir," she whispered. "Are you sure that's not drugged? Because I think I'm going to start crying. Or faint. Or cumming just from your hands on m-my shoulders. Or... sir, your cock. I need it. I want it so m-much..."
I slid off her, and rolled her over.
"This cock? This cock that wants to fill you over and over? Just look at it while I do your torso."
I started with her belly.
"Sometimes y-you tie m-me up and I feel- so helpless," she stammered. "And it's so hot. But this... now I want you to t-tie me up b-because I know you w-want me to hold still and w-wait, and sir I can't, my hands and legs are -- look at me. I'm falling apart. You're being so gentle, but I know you demand my... o-obedience. I f-feel -- sir, what are you doing t-to me? Just take me, I understand that, but t-this is something else-"
I did her breasts. I loved the hard, swollen nipples, and I bent over her and licked them, once, each, as I worked the gel under her arms. Watching her skin love the touch, the sensuality of it all; watching her body melt under my hands even as she twitched and stared and panted frantically was so beautiful.
I did her throat, around the collar, and that's when she began to whimper without stopping. Her eyes danced from my cock to my face and back. I oiled her lips next, and her eyes closed and she sucked my finger, almost like a baby nursing. My cock was starting to ache.
Her eyes were closed now, so one last surprise was in order. I bent over to kiss her, lightly and slowly... and pressed a small piece of chocolate into her mouth with my tongue.
"...oh...!"
He eyes opened slowly, almost sadly I thought for a moment, but then I understood better. She'd let go of everything, and was just feeling.
"I feel... safe," she whispered. "Like there's a camp of soldiers around me. But it's just you." Her hand moved, slippery with the gel, around my cock, and stroked it. "No more seduction," she whispered. "I'm all seduced now, I promise. And you didn't tie me up so now I get to do to you what you just did to me."
She shifted, and her mouth was on mine, and her hands stroked my chest and belly and cock, and then she rubbed her slippery, hot body against mine, with her legs opening wide. We both gave in at the same time and I was inside her, and her impossibly slick body moved urgently under me, and I gripped her hair and made sure she'd never slide away from me again. We sank into animal sexuality, thrusting and begging and grasping and I kissed her over and over, because I was going to come and I wanted her kissed when it happened so it wouldn't just be cum. Her toes suddenly played up the backs of my legs, and I wouldn't cum, I wouldn't, no more easy way, I wasn't done making her feel, but suddenly my choices were easy or impossible, and I arched and pounded and gushed into her. She sobbed and came, violently. I kissed her through her orgasm, tasting chocolate, and then salt, from what I realized were tears.
I licked the tears away, and slid off beside her, not because I wanted to but the gel was so slippery it just happened. She pressed herself against me, still shaking.
"The chocolate was a dirty trick," she whispered.
"You were in love before that."
"Don't say that. It's not true."
"Yes it is. I love you, Julianne. I don't think I could say it if I didn't know you loved me. Someday maybe I'll understand why you do, because I know I didn't earn it."
"I fought it for a long time. All that does was make it worse when you lose." She giggled, softly. "This gel... it makes my body one big pussy. Everything on me is a place to love your cock. Look."
She caught my cock between her arm and torso, then between her breasts, then between her thighs, and between her feet, and in her hands, and with her asscheeks. And then she kissed it. "I'm just a little shiny fuck toy, all over now."
"You were. You're more now."
"No, I'm pretending I'm still just the fuck toy. Don't you dare kiss me to prove me wrong."
I kissed her, gently.
"Then... don't lick my ear and tell me you love me, either."
I did exactly that. She shivered from head to toe.
"And absolutely don't give me any more chocolate."
"Nice try."
"Where did you get it?"
"Oh... I know a guy who knows a guy. I had to call in some favors, but..."
Actually I'd just asked Bill, and he'd sold me a little for half price and a promise I wouldn't actually eat much of it myself. But she'd never know that.
"Sir-"
"You could call me Scott at this point, you know."
"I like Sir. Anyway, as soon as you can I'd like it very much if you could fuck me again please. And then a few more times. I want to make sure I'm doing it right."
"You really didn't have any sex or masturbate when we were apart, did you."
"I didn't. And going to bed without your collar -- I didn't realize how that would affect me. I cried a couple of nights, touching my throat and wondering if my little revenge prank wasn't the stupidest thing I'd ever done with my sex life. Some nights I'd wake up from dreaming about the way you'd just take me, and I wanted to touch myself so much. And you didn't call at night. You made me wonder who you were sleeping with. That was cruel."
"Leaving was your idea. The dreams sound hot, though. I'll make you dream like that a lot."
"You can't anymore," she said. "People dream about what they don't have." She stroked my cock, slowly. "I'll never need to dream again."
Corny, I thought; but still kind of sweet.
She kissed me, continuing to stroke my cock with warm, still shaking, slippery hands. Very slowly, it turned into sex again. Neither of us came, but it didn't matter. Then I kissed her, and ran a finger down her belly, and slowly touched her until she whimpered softly, shivered tight against me, and came again. Her eyes stayed closed, and she smiled, just a little, and wrapped my hand around her hair. Slowly she fell asleep as I watched her, all pretty and slick and shiny and nestled against me.
I woke her up after a half hour. She had wanted to practice, after all.
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I don't like it when a phone rings at 2. Generally I've just really gotten to sleep, and with my girl asleep beside me, no one should need me then.
"What the fuck," I said into it, not even looking to see who it was.
"Not this time," said Eric's voice. "This time it's a beating."
"Wait... what?" I was awake now. Beside me, Julianne stirred, and her eyes opened slowly in the darkness, doing that lambent shimmering thing again.
"Cheryl. Starlight Dreams Bar. I don't think anything's broken but she's bruised up pretty bad. And she's still interplanetary. But she's refusing hospitals."
"How do you happen to be there?"
"A coworker saw her stumble in, and I live nearby, so he called me."
"How bad is she?"
"I'm not a doctor. It's not life threatening, but she pretty much can't walk straight. I've got her in my car for now. I don't think anyone called the Police. Nobody at that bar would."
"Eric, she's not sane right now. Overrule her on the hospital thing. She's clearly not competent to decide."
"Then the Company finds out. We've talked about this. Hospitalized for drug use gets her flagged and there's an investigation. That's all the HR trail they need to terminate her. Even she knows that."
"But the beating means the hospital notifies the Police, and maybe the assailant -- rapist, more likely -- can get found."
Julianne growled softly, and sat up. I put a hand on her shoulder.
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