9 comments/ 40278 views/ 40 favorites The Bred Ones Ch.01 By: QueenAnastasia A flash of light. The feeling of cold steel. Grogginess. Madeline pushed herself up wearily, her eyes painfully adjusting to the sterile white light. She had been laying on the floor, though she could hardly remember how or why she got there. Only as her pupils began to focus did she suddenly realize that she had no idea where she was. The room was modestly sized, composed of one solid wall of mirrors and the remainder of the surfaces where pristine white. White hard floor, white walls, brightly lit white ceiling. In the center of the room, against one of the walls, was a large bed, the linens adorned in crisp clean white. To her left, Madeline noted a small white table protruding from the wall with two white benches where chair height should have been, both similarly attached. There was a small room off of that side of the main chamber that was obviously devoted to a simple bathroom: toilet, sink, and shower. All white. Madeline's head spun and she let out a feeble groan. The floor was chilling her skin and she looked down to realize that her clothing, or near lack thereof, was new and white as well. It was a simple spaghetti strap night gown ending at her high thigh. The brush of the fabric against her flesh told her two things: It was silky and agreeable, and, she wasn't wearing under garments. Worse, the way the silk moved against her skin, some liberties had been taken with her grooming. A deep groan from behind her snapped her attention instantly to the source. The most gorgeous and well sculpted man she had ever seen was just starting to awaken. Like her, he was laying on the cold floor, and scarcely clad at all. He wore only a pair of long, white pajama pants, probably also made of silk by the looks of it, and likely just as thin as the skimpy nighty she was wearing. The man fulfilled every unspoken criteria of perfection that Madeline had ever unconsciously considered. He had chiseled, sharp features, clean cut dark hair, and model worthy rippling muscles. Her face flushed simply looking at him and if it weren't for the foreignness of the situation, Madeline would have melted in his presence. His eyes fluttered open, revealing a deep cobalt blue. His head turned at the sound of Madeline's involuntary gasp and the beautiful blue orbs locked onto her cool, light grey eyes with intense confusion. For just a moment, they scanned her form. Her dark wavey hair was tied in a half up do, allowing her locks to hang loosely against her chest and small tendrils of chestnut to fall into her ivory face. The gown nicely displayed her natural charms, large for her frame but not so big that they would get in the way. She was slender and flawless; just how he liked his women. While he had a rugged beauty that drove women wild, this woman had the pristine look of complete innocence that demanded protection. The sensation swelled within him, suddenly alerting him to the thinness of his pants. "What the-" he let out, instantly flipping over to his stomach and vaulting himself to his feet with all the ease of the seasoned athlete his form purported. Like Madeline had done from her stationary position on the floor, the man was now actively searching the room with wild eyes. Madeline gasped as he jumped up, pushing herself up with wild eyes. "Where are we?" She asked barely above a whisper. Her chest heaved from the anxiety. "No idea," the man answered gruffly. He hadn't meant to, nor was he fully aware of Madeline's surprised expression at the tone. "Who are you? Do we know each other?" Madeline shook her head. "M-madeline," she offered in a soft voice. "Madeline Parker." The man turned to consider her for a moment. The soft spoken voice pushed his sensations of protectiveness even further and it took only the connection of their eyes for him to decide that she was his charge. "I'm Alex Longton," he answered firmly. "Look, don't worry. We'll figure out what's going on. Here, you need a hand?" He reached down, offering to help her up. Madeline nodded slightly, offering him a look of complete trust, as she accepted his hand. Alex pulled her up easily and his stature dwarfed hers. He was taller than her, but broader as well. There was nothing he could do about the partial beginning to form beneath the thin silken veil and he rather hoped she wouldn't notice, though he knew that wouldn't be possible for long. Madeline did indeed notice. She was equally attracted to him, but in her propriety, she kept her eyes attuned to the upper half of his body. "Do you remember anything?" he asked. "Did we meet at a club or something?" That was the last place he remembered being. Madeline cocked a skeptical eyebrow. "Not unless that club happened to be in a library," she offered, revealing a subtle Irish accent. She shook her head. "I... I don't remember anything." "Ok, it's alright," he told her, noting that she was on the verge of panic. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, ok? You're going to be just fine, ok?" Madeline nodded, thirstily drinking up the hollow promises he made to her. He had no idea what was happening to be making such guarantees. Her eyes drifted to the table, seeing for the first time that a note was place neatly there. Without thinking, Madeline rushed to it, snatching it up in her hands and reading it quickly, her eyes growing in horror the further she made it down the note until she had pale almost as white as the room they were in. "What's it say?" Alex almost demanded, snatching the note from her to read himself. He almost wished he hadn't. To Dr. Madeline Parker and Major Alexander Longton, You have been selected to participate in the next stage in human societal and genetic evolution. Your specific genetic composition was selected from a pool of millions and paired for compatibility with your mate. This experiment is ongoing and we expect your full cooperation as we move into a transition phase of establishing this new cultural into modern society. Failure to comply will result in less than desirable consequences and will only extend your stay in our facility. The conditions of the experiment are as follows: Firstly, you have been arranged as a mated pair. This condition will be expected to be maintained after your stay with us has ended. Failure to maintain this condition will result in re-training and unnecessary hardship in your future life. Any other romantic or sexual relationships are to cease. You will breed together exclusively. Contributions of your genetic make up have already been taken and at this time, no children are required to be sired. Secondly, you are to comply with the stated conditions of your training and you are to fulfill all requests made of you. This may be supplemented with pharmaceuticals in order to enhance your compliance or willingness or ability to comply. Resistance to your training will extend your stay and may delay your release. Finally, you are to see to the health and safety of one another during your stay. Allowing unnecessary harm or neglect to befall your partner will result in severe punishment. Your first requirements are to consummate your partnership. We are understanding of the psychological trauma you may be experiencing, and we will permit you a 24 hour grace period in fulfilling this requirement, during which time you may choose to acclimate yourselves socially to your new arrangement. If the partnership has not been consummated within 24 hours, compensatory steps will be taken to rectify the situation. Sincerely, The Council Madeline's eyes were wide and pooling. "I... but..." she didn't know what to say. "Don't worry," Alex assured her in a calm and level headed voice. "I'm not going to touch you and I'm not going to let anyone else do it either. You're a doctor, right? You know your system can't handle you hyperventilating like that." In truth, Alex was beyond furious. Here he was with his dream girl and he was already promising to not touch her. There could have been better ways to ensure these two met, fell in love, and popped out lots of little babies, he concluded in a sour thought. Madeline shook her head. "I'm not that sort of doctor!" She protested. "I'm a computer programmer! Doctor of philosophy, not medicine!" Her chest was tantalizing the more she heaved from anxiety and Alex had to force himself to keep his eyes locked on hers. Fortunately, the letter had taken all of the wind out of his sails, so he wasn't as concerned about frightening her. "Oh, ok," he replied through half a grin. "It's going to be ok. Just... just breath." "There aren't any doors," she protested, seemingly unrelated. He looked around, realizing she was right before casting her a curious look. "I'll figure out a way out. You just gotta relax or you're going to pass out, ok?" "How do you even get in if there aren't doors?" she continued. Her voice was song-like and sweet sounding. She had the sound of innocence to match her appearance. "And there aren't any outlets or even vents." "Yeah?" He snapped in irritation, taking a few steps toward her. She instantly appeared intimidated and her eyes went to the floor as she backed away. Under other circumstances, it would have turned him on. "Any other observations about how hopeless this is?" He ran his hand through his hair and turned away with a sigh. His eyes darted to the bathroom and in a flash he ran in, coming out again with the top of the toilet. It was the only hard, detachable item in the vicinity, and with all his strength, Alex hurled it at the mirrored wall. Nothing. He huffed as he saw the results. For a moment, he simply blinked in disbelief. After the moment passed, he started pacing. It seemed like hours that he paced, hours of silence between the two of them. After a while, Madeline moved over to the table, studying the note more thoroughly. "What branch of the military are you in?" she inquired softly, breaking the silence and the mental train of thought he had fallen into. "I'm not playing their "getting to know you" games," he replied sharply. Madeline frowned slightly at the response. "Just trying to see if there's a connection," she offered lamely. "Why?" "If we can understand where this all goes back to, maybe we can understand their motive," she volunteered. "Figure out what they want and-" "They were pretty clear about what they want, honey," he interrupted. The time continued to pass in more silence as Madeline decided that it was best to just stay out of Alex's way. He was in the military and being caged as they were was likely causing this hostility, she told herself. After a while, her eyes were becoming heavy. She knew she couldn't sleep, that something always happens when you fall asleep, but her body was betraying her sense of mental urgency and her head was dropping. She folded her arms on the table and laid her head down, letting the rhythmic sound of Alex's pacing usher her into an uneasy sleep. The Bred Ones Ch.02 It was sometime later when Madeline awoke. Her blood was pulsing between her legs in an unnaturally strong urgency. Her body felt stiff as she pushed herself up from her awkward sleeping position at the table. There was a new note. To Dr. Madeline Parker and Major Alexander Longton, We are disappointed with your failure to comply with our first request. You have each been given a supplement to stimulate your compliance with our request. If further willful disobedience continues, more drastic measures will be taken. Sincerely, The Council Madeline ran her hand over her mouth in disbelief. The pulsing sensation between her legs wasn't showing signs of dying down, accompanied by the tell tale humidity of her desire. Her nipples were pert and at full attention. Her breathing had shallowed out from need. To say that she was horny was not accurate to the situation in the slightest. She swallowed hard and allowed her eyes to drift over to where Alex was sitting. He was leaning up against a wall, just starting to wake up himself. His knees were drawn up and he had leaned his head back, staring resolutely at the ceiling. "Are we drugged?" He asked pointedly, not looking at her. "The note says so," she answered carefully. She didn't want to let him know how horny she was in that moment. She was fairly sure she wouldn't say no if he approached her. Alex closed his eyes for a moment, assessing the situation before rolling his head to the side to look at Madeline. She was obviously aroused and it only made her look hotter that she was resisting it. "I'm going to the bathroom and relieve myself," he told her frankly. "I suggest you do the same," he concluded. "Get it out of your system." Madeline's eyes widened from the scandal and inwardly, Alex snickered. He doubted if she had been with too many guys, given the degree of naivety she displayed. "I... you mean... uhm..." She stuttered out her words, turning every shade of crimson possible. "I won't watch," he promised. "And frankly, it's up to you. I'm pretty sure I can fight you off if I need to. But if I don't get this out my system now? " He didn't want to finish the thought. Yes, he could keep Madeline from assaulting him, but the reverse statement was definitely not true. Madeline's scandal turned to muted alarm. "I... I understand," she let out in her soft sweet voice. She was blushing again and couldn't make eye contact. "I'll give you as much privacy as I can," she offered, collecting both letters and moving to the opposite corner of the room. His eyes followed her as she moved. Every sway of the hip, every gentle sound of her feet padding across the hard floor, the sudden hint of her arousal in the air. Everything about the woman was about to become fodder for his relief. Madeline started humming to herself as Alex stepped into the bathroom. He tenderly gripped his long, thick shaft and started stroking himself. He winced slightly at how sensitive he was. He only hoped once would be enough to bring the captain back from it's full salute. Something told him that this wasn't the standard tincture of Viagra. As his first orgasm began to boil over, he realized that his gut feeling was correct. His hard cock was a deep crimson red, still ready and demanding. Worse, the first orgasm only made it worse. His mind wasn't thinking clearly. He needed reprieve. He needed to bury himself deep inside Madeline and never come up for air. Her gentle humming found it's way to his ears and he knew that had she been within arms reach, he'd have taken her right there on the bathroom floor. This drug was potent. In a move of desperation, Alex reached behind him and yanked off the door knob, essentially trapping himself inside the bathroom. It was the last resort to protect the woman from her worst threat at the moment: him. Almost fatalistically, he sunk against the wall, still jerking at his cock for any measure of relief he could find. He smirked slightly, wondering how bad it was for her and what sort of fantasies were playing out in her mind in that moment. He continued until he felt dizzy and eventually passed out. There was no way to gauge time in this pure white room, so neither Alex nor Madeline had any idea how long they had been out. This time, however, Alex awoke before Madeline to discover that they were laid comfortably in the bed, both completely naked. Whatever drug they had been given was still working it's magic, only this time it was stronger. He looked up to see another note at the table, but didn't bother to look at it. He didn't care about what they said. He was fighting this with every ounce he had. Uncontrollably, his eyes drifted slowly over Madeline's form. She was utterly perfect. Her breasts were probably a C cup with quarter sized areolas, tightened into hard nipples. They pressed perfectly into her chest bone and the thought of fucking her tits splashed colorfully into his mind. That would be heavenly, he decided, picturing her beautiful face contorted in extacy beneath him. Her chest tapered into a small waist that curved outward nicely for her hips. It was obvious that her pubic area had been waxed or shaved recently, leaving her completely bare and exposed. Alex's hand reached out involuntarily, trembling as he held onto any restraint he could, and he tenderly ran his fingers over her mound. God, she was like silk and even from that distance he could feel the moist heat rising off of her. What was he thinking! He thought, mortified, as he hastily snatched his hand back. He wasn't a rapest! Madeline wasn't even conscious, let alone the fact that neither of them were consenting. The smallest of moans escaped her lips and it snapped his attention to her face. Her lips were full but her mouth was small. He couldn't help himself, imagining how those lips would feel wrapped around his dick... Alex shook his head, trying to clear it. The note almost certainly informed them that they had received a stronger dose of the drug and would continue to do so until he fucked her like some wild animal. He pushed his feet over the side of the bed, groaning slightly from the pain he felt from his swollen balls. As best he could, he pulled the sheet beneath him up and draped it over her. A few minutes later, Madeline was starting to wake up. She was panting and then gasped in horror to discover that she had no clothing on. Alex was still sitting at the side of the bed with his back turned to her. "Did... did we..." She couldn't bring herself to ask. "No," he replied in a raspy voice. "Not yet. Don't know how much longer I can hold out if they keep upping the dose," he admitted. Madeline swallowed hard. She certainly understood. "... I'm a virgin," she told him point blank, causing him to tense slightly. "... I sorta figured," he answered. She swallowed again. "... I don't know how to... I mean, I've never..." It was going to happen. They both knew it. The point now was just to hold off for the principle of the thing; until they physically just couldn't any longer. "It will hurt at first but then it should start to feel pretty good," he told her in a hollow voice. A tear started to stream down her cheek. "Will you tell me what to do?" She asked in painful innocence. "Keep fighting it, Maddy," He told her firmly. "I am," she insisted, "but... but... I understand," she decided on finally. "I'm not going to blame you, you know that. Actually, when you can't take it any more... I um... I consent," she volunteered, making herself sound painfully inexperienced. "It's not... It isn't..." "Yes it is," he replied with a dark tone, turning to look at her eyes. "Yes, it is rape. Under different circumstances, no, but neither of us are consenting here." Madeline didn't look away. He was right and she knew it. "I'm trying to make it easier for you, Alex," she told him softly. "I know what it is." That soft voice and those beautiful grey eyes killed what was left of his resolve. In a swift move, he tore the sheet away from her and threw himself on top of her, his mouth locking into hers in a passionate kiss. Alex was on auto-pilot, with a seemingly blank check to put out this fire any way he could. Still, this was her first time, and as enthusiastic as her hip rocking came once their lips met, he wasn't about to just take her unprepared. His hands pushed down in between her legs, fingers working and spreading apart her lips as she gasped into his mouth. Her hands instinctively shot down to attempt to stop his, only to be caught by his free hand and held firmly over her head. Her vaginal muscles constricted slightly at the move. She liked being dominated. "I'm going to finger fuck you first," he whispered huskily into her ear. "Do what feels good." Madeline offered a hesitant nod and let out a surprised moan as he slid his finger deep into her pussy. God she was tight. Alex was pretty sure with their difference in size that she would always feel tight around him. He liked it snug, even though it would hurt her a little more, he loved the feeling of a tight pussy squeezing around his dick. Madeline rocked her hips greedily to meet his hand as their lips continued to dance together. His own need was far too urgent for him to take sufficient time in their love making, to his lament. He liked her and felt, for some reason, that she deserved a gentle lover, at least for her first time. But his patience had been eroded and he had only one goal on his mind. It was in that context that he forced his finger inside of her, his palm pressing hard against her joining. Madeline let out a pleased moan at this and then gasped in surprise as he slid another finger inside of her. It hurt, stretching her as he plied, but she didn't tell him no or ask him to stop. Like Alex, her need in the moment was too powerful and with it came a tendency for submissiveness. Madeline mentally recoiled at herself when she realized she'd let him do anything he wanted to her. She was inexperienced, yes, but she was not ignorant of what that meant. Whatever drug she had been given was causing her not to think rationally. She was responding to carnal lust for this perfect model of a man on top of her. Alex continued his plying and stretching until he felt her muscles clamp hard around his fingers. Madeline let out an pleading and gasping moan, her back arching and her eyes narrowing to slits. God she was hot. Drug or no drug he'd have wanted to fuck her after a face like that. He waited for her legs to stop quivering before he withdrew his fingers, promptly shoving them into his mouth and sucking her juices off of them. He dipped his head to her ear, positioning the tip of his now almost purple cock into her hot and sopping slit. He couldn't move slowly like he knew she needed. Alex had lost most control at this point. She was so slick that would make it easier for her. With a furious need, Alex thrust into Madeline hard. In the one thrust, he tore through her hymen and had his bloated sac firmly pressed against her. Alex grunted into her ear as she let out a surprised yelp. She was even more surprised when he nearly pulled out completely, leaving only the head of his cock inside of her, and then repeated the powerful thrust. This continued, long, powerful strokes with impressive speed as Alex found himself burying himself inside of her for his own pleasure. God she felt good. She was so tight around him and the way she moaned with each stroke. He hadn't released her wrists above her head but now that he had a free hand, it had drifted down her chest, almost painfully clenching her tit. His previous fantasy of fucking her tits came to mind and Alex had to fight down the urge. No, he decided, she was a lady. He wasn't going to use her like that unless... Madeline had asked to be told what to do. Alex shook his head free of the notion as the urgency of his thrusts continued. He knew that they hurt her, but she didn't ask him to stop. She simply moaned in response to him, driving him on further but also solidifying his need to keep her safe. His passion was growing and his thrusts lost any care he was putting into them. At the starts of his own orgasm, Alex pounded her with everything he had, hoping against hope to drain away the pressure and effects of this drug. He let out a moan of his own as the tip finally exploded inside of her, spraying her inner walls with his hot seed, just as an orgasm rocked through her. He wished he was done. He wished desperately to be done. The drug had other intentions. It had turned Alex from a gentleman into an animal. In a single move, he flipped Madeline over onto her stomach, tugging at her hips with one hand and keeping her wrists clamped above her head with the other. He didn't ask or wait for her to be ready before he pressed into her from behind, resuming his pounding with intense fervor. "Rock your hips," he ordered her in just better than a snarl. Madeline tried to comply, but she didn't know what he meant. Frustrated, Alex released her wrists to clench her hips in both hands, violently tugging and shoving to increase the force of his thrusts. Only then did she let out surprised cries, but Alex was beyond a place where he could hear her. This council, or whatever it was, had done an excellent job selecting them. Madeline's inherent submissiveness and sweet demeanor drove Alex on better than any drug could. She never told him no. She never complained or fought him. She only cried out and even then, it was intoxicating. Again, Alex sprayed his load into her, collapsing on top of her when he was finished. He knew he was still craving her, but the pressure of it all, the utter demand to take her fully and absolutely, had diminished, leaving him breathing heavily into her soft hair. The Bred Ones Ch.03 They awoke some non-descript time later with Alex protectively wrapped around her. It was Madeline's grumbling stomach that caused her to stir. Their captors hadn't seen fit to feed them yet and she was getting hungry for something other than sex. That was probably a good sign, she decided mentally. That drug had been powerful. Madeline was normally extremely reserved. A woman who looked like her didn't get to 28 as a virgin otherwise. That she was so sexually submissive naturally was largely to blame. She knew that if a man ever got her to that point that she would deny him literally nothing. That Alex was her ideal mate did not help that tendency in the slightest. If this were a normal situation, she doubted that she would have minded with him. Madeline pried her eyes open slowly, noting instantly that Alex's arousal had not fully diminished. She was conflicted about her response. They had just met; they had been forced together, forced to... She frowned slightly, not letting herself continue the thought. It had been amazing and therein lay the confusing element. There was no doubt they were being watched, and the humiliation of knowing that her captors had just witnessed such an intimate act, created it, in fact, did not seem to detract from the physical experience of it. Madeline rolled over, tugging the blanket up to their shoulders and faced Alex. He made an objecting sound and did not remove his arm, simply tugging her closer into his chest. Madeline drew in a long breath. She had no interest in resisting this sort of affection, even without the drug, and she nuzzled closer, their legs tangling together and her head resting on his bicep. Alex's hand drifted up her spine, tenderly caressing her soft skin as his eyes lazily opened. He looked down, finding hers and not wanting to look away. There was immense guilt, satisfaction, and concern all wrapped together. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Madeline interrupted him. "I enjoyed that," she whispered softly in a voice meant just for him. "Thank you." Alex paused, not fully knowing how to respond. Did she just... thank him? For raping her? "Not really my choice. No need to thank me," he decided on finally, "but I enjoyed that too," he admitted. His hand continued to stroke her back and he made no effort to withdraw from her. He was confused, though he couldn't let her see it. He had enjoyed it. A lot. He was fairly sure it wasn't the drug either. That he had enjoyed it as much as he had made him feel dirty and seedy, like he was somehow responsible for corrupting one of God's angels or something. Madeline did not try to leave him, but she did shift slightly. "It's what I don't understand," she started academically. "This... This council clearly has a lot of money and resources. Why set up a setting like this if the intent was what it was? Why create a situation where we resist it?" Alex shrugged. "Maybe to demonstrate the futility of resistance? Show us they have our best interests at heart or some BS like that?" "But it's artificial," she returned. "I mean, let's say they arranged for us to both be stranded at some small town bus stop. We would have talked, I'm certain. I'd not have said no if you would have asked me to dinner. The same end result could have transpired by orchestrating such a thing, albeit slower, except it would all be willing on our parts. That seems so much easier..." Alex smiled at her scenario. He certainly would have asked her to dinner in that setting. They could have dictated their own initial encounter, one where he could have been more gentle. One where all of her delicious submission could be willing. With as amazing as that sex had been, he would have certainly wanted to continue the relationship with her. Guilt swelled up again. He hadn't been gentle. It had been about shaking off that drug. It had been about cuming in her and nothing more; about using her for release. He suddenly hated himself for it. He was weak. He didn't fight hard enough. Looking into her light grey eyes, the eyes that seemed to trust him so much, he replaced the guilt with determination: He wasn't going to fuck her again in this place. Period. He shook his head sadly at her. "I don't think it's about what's easy," he told her gently. "It's about control." Madeline frowned in confusion with such sweetness that his sex drive reminded him that he was still aroused and wanting more. He forced the urge down, reminding himself of his resolve. "It doesn't matter what we want, we don't have a choice in the matter. We either comply willingly with whatever we're told, or we're forced to do it anyway." She offered him only an unsatisfied frown. He decidedly did not like her unsatisfied. "We've got to find a way out of here," he told her softly, his hand now running through her hair. "Just focus on that for now." He smiled gently at her. "Where are you from?" He chuckled. She returned the soft smile though she was obviously very distraught with the ordeal. Their sex drug was wearing off and her mind was hard at work on the problem. "Dublin originally, but I moved to Boston when I was seven," she answered. "How about you?" "Colorado Springs," he said through a grin. "Dad's a General in the Air Force though. Moved around a lot." "Are you a Major in the Air Force then?" "No, Navy," he gave her a devilish grin that elicited a sweet giggle. "I bet he liked that," she answered. Alex chuckled at her. "Not so much," he said through a perfect smile. "So computers, huh?" Madeline offered him a soft grin of her own. "I work at Boston College. I-" her stomach interrupted her with another gurgle of hunger. Madeline chuckled slightly and looked off to the side a bit. Madeline was scared, Alex could see it clearly. She was truthful that she had enjoyed their encounter, but she hadn't been ready for it and it was leaving her reeling emotionally. Alex's blood boiled at the notion that their captors had probably scared this perfect woman for life. They had almost certainly destroyed any chance he'd have at being with her after this was all over. He was trained for this sort of thing, to mentally resist when captured by the enemy. Her? She was innocent and utterly unprepared. "Hey," he said gently as he cupped her chin and turned her face back to his. Those eyes were piercingly lovely. "I know this is hard," he started as tenderly as he could. "I wish your little story were true. Hell, once we get out of here, I'll ask you out, ok?" Madeline chuckled. "That's putting the cart before the horse, I think," she let out. "The sex is supposed to come after dinner and a movie, not before..." "Nah," he dismissed. "That wasn't sex. That was... sex is a lot better than what they made us do," he promised. Madeline cocked a curious eyebrow. "Look, we'll pretend this never happened and do it right. I'll ask you out, you'll put on a pretty dress, I'll buy you flowers. It'll be disgustingly sweet. The works." She grinned but her eyes were welling. "Anything you want," he continued. "But for now? Right now we have to survive. We have to fight and resist and" "You just said it was futile," she interrupted. "Well, that's what they want you to think and to some degree it probably is, given how potent that drug was, but there's more to it than that. Resisting even through futility sends a message that we can't be easily controlled. It's not worth the effort." "A pyrrhic victory," she agreed with a nod, seeming to understand. "... A what?" He hadn't heard that one. "A victory with heavy losses," she explained briskly, "but Alex," she started. He decided he liked the way she said his name. The subtle Irish accent was decidedly sexy, especially with her soft spoken pillow talk voice. "If they drug us again... Even if I wanted to I wouldn't be able to stop it. That drug..." Madeline shuddered mildly thinking about what had happened. "Maddy," he started reassuringly. He liked that nickname for her. Cute without being childish. "You're a smart girl. This is all about a mental battle. You can control it." "I can't control you. I can't stop you," she admitted weakly causing Alex to cringe slightly. Guilt found him again. He was her biggest threat and he knew it. He hated these bastards for what they were doing to them. "I'll show you a few tricks," he promised her. Reaching around to keep her embraced, he gently pulled up her left arm. His hand tenderly glided up, stopping at the pressure point just before her elbow. He let his thumb hover there for a moment. "This is a pressure point," he explained. "I'm going to put some pressure on it for a second so you can see." He lightly applied pressure until Madeline gasped slightly. "Ow!" She let out in surprise. "That hurt!" Alex chuckled at her and used his other hand to position hers in the right place on his arm. "Yeah, that's the point. It's right here. Push on it and see what happens." "But won't it hurt?" She asked innocently. He wanted to fuck her again. This wasn't going to be easy. "Yes," he said, "But trust me, I've had worse. Besides, it really is the point. Just try it." Madeline looked uncomfortable, as if she had never intentionally hurt someone ever in her life. She lightly applied pressure, carefully watching Alex's face. He smiled knowingly at her for a moment. "You'll have to press har-" she did before he finished the sentence and pain seared up his arm. "Ah!" He let out, shaking his arm free. "Yeah, like that." He offered her a proud grin. Madeline, however, was horrified. "I'm so sorry!" She let out in a mollified voice. She swallowed hard and shook her head. "I don't want to hurt you!" "Yeah, well, I don't want to hurt you either," he replied pointedly. "I'm hoping that if you can do that, if you can cause me a little pain like that, it will snap me out of whatever drug they are giving us long enough for me to get a grip so I don't fuck you like some animal." Her face withdrew at that. She wasn't used to such crude language, obviously, and it had two effects on her: one, she was intimidated and two, it turned her on. He studied her for just a fraction of a second. "God you're beautiful," he let out in a sigh. Madeline broke off eye contact in perfectly delicious submission while pressing her thighs together slightly to contain the arousal the statement caused. Alex squeezed her against his chest, planting a kiss on the top of her head. He let out a frustrated groan. He wanted nothing more to keep taking her until neither of them could walk right for a week. The only thing stopping him was the certainty that they were being watched and he had not desire to subject Madeline to any further pornographic fodder for whatever ass wipe was recording this. "You want to go take a shower?" He asked, nodding toward the small bathroom. Madeline looked briefly alarm. "Not with me," he added, laughing at the misunderstanding. "Oh," she answered, chuckling and blushing, "Uh, no." The correct answer was yes. She felt dirty and she figured a million showers would not do the trick. The problem again was that she was sure they were being watched. Madeline tugged the sheet up further at the thought, clutching to whatever propriety she could find. Alex thought he understood. "Ok," he told her softly. "Mind if I hop in then?" She shook her head and pecked her softly on the fore head as he stood. Madeline's eyes widened at the full view of his form. There wasn't a flaw on him, save for a rather impressive array of scars. He'd been in combat, she realized. He had to have to get marked up like that. As Alex disappeared into the bathroom (quickly discovering that they no longer had a door after his little door knob incident), Madeline started thinking back to everything she knew about soldiers in combat. A lot of them had post traumatic stress. Would they have it after this? Probably, she concluded, causing her to sink down slightly. Her eyes caught something in that moment. A robotic arm was sticking out of the wall above the table, dropping off two bowls of something steamy. Her eyes widened, tracing the arm back to it's port in the wall. In an instant she was on her feet, tugging the sheets off the bed with her and darting over to investigate. The arm was retracting even as she approached but she got a good view of the machinery and the first sound of something from outside the room. It was a squeaking sound; a... a cart? Yes, it was an axel on a cart that was squeaking. Madeline's eyes were as wide as baseballs when Alex stepped out, towel wrapped around his waist. He eyed her dumbstruck expression, and then the food. "...where did it come from," he essentially demanded, collecting a bowl of the stew and eying it suspiciously. "... the wall. The port is here," she showed him where the arm had been. There wasn't even a seam in the wall, but Madeline's seriousness was undeniable. "There was an arm that brought it down, but there is a port on the other side. There was... I thought I heard a cart, like... Like someone dropped the food off and then moved a cart away." The two bowls had been placed on the table on a tray, upon which was another note. He didn't care about their damned notes anymore and he snatched it up in an instant, crumbling it furiously. He eyed the stew. It smelled amazing and he was just about to start shoveling it in when Madeline stopped him. She looked pitiful, knowing what she was about to tell him. "There might be more drug in it," she told him weakly. He looked down at the food with lament. She was probably right. He nodded sadly, picking up the other bowl with his and walking back into the bathroom. Madeline pursed her eyes shut as she heard the toilet flush. It was for the best, she told herself to fend off the hunger pangs. Alex came back and leaned on the threshold, watching the woman. She looked like a greek goddess, standing there with the white sheet draped loosely around her. Fortunately, he was so hungry, it was staving off his more carnal urges to bend her over that table and... Madeline offered him an interesting expression. It wasn't fear she gave him, but the look of someone with a plan. "... I have an idea," she whispered. Life flickered within him. It was the way she spoke that actually gave him hope. She certainly must have had a good plan with the inflection she offered and it did provide an inflating feeling to his battered ego. He knew he couldn't get them out of this room. He had already wracked his brain with every possible solution and came up with nothing. Madeline was smart. If anyone could find a solution, it would be her. The rest of the day moved without a concept of time. They were hungry and tired and afraid, the anticipation of what would come next eating away at any confidence they had. Madeline seemed more at ease, as if her plan brought her comfort, but she hadn't shared it with Alex, explaining that then everyone would know about it and they'd just stop her. Again, she was probably right. Still, she looked miserably hungry and they both ended up drifting into a light sleep. When they awoke, it was obvious something had happened. They were both still naked, but now the bedding had been removed, leaving them only a bare mattress. The only pieces of fabric left in the entire prison were two wash clothes, certainly not useful for privacy. Again, Alex awoke before Madeline. His stomach was full and the sensations coursing through him were clear: They had been drugged again. Alex forced himself not to look at his sleeping companion. He already knew that if he saw her perfect form stretched out before him, it would be hard to resist her. His jaw clenched with anger. There was another note on the table. This time, Alex decided to read it. Major Alexander Longton, By encouraging your disposal of the provided food, Dr. Parker violated our third requirement of your participation in our program: To ensure the health and safety of her partner. Your compliance with her request represents an equivalent violation. Consequently, you and Dr. Parker are subject to severe reprimand. It has also been noted that both you and Dr. Parker have cooperatively decided not to engage in further sexual contact with one another. This is expressly forbidden. We recognize your difficulty in accepting your role within our new society, however, insubordination will not be tolerated. In order to better impress upon you the importance of your compliance, you have been administered the following stimulants: Dr. Parker has been implanted with a slow release chemical device that will inflict permanent brain damage unless a hormonal release is triggered which would temporarily disable the device. This can only be achieved through coital arousal. If you choose not to properly attend to one another as partners in minimum frequencies of once every 24 hour period, the chemical will be released. While Dr. Parker will undoubtedly find this sufficient motivation to alter your behavior regarding your coupling as well your plans for escape, your collaborative decision to deny one another sustenance cannot go without punishment. Therefore, Dr. Parker has additionally been administered an arousal delaying compound while you, Major Longton, have been administered a hormonal enhancer. It is our sincere hope that such future unpleasantries will no longer be necessary. Sincerely, The Council Alex couldn't believe what he was reading. If he didn't fuck her to an orgasm, they were going to eat her brain away? And worse, they numbed her against an orgasm to make it harder for him to take her there? Given how sensitive he was, he would cum fifteen times in her before getting her off even once. Alex was beginning to panic and he rushed back over to the bed, tugging Madeline up into a protective cradle. Of course, he thought bitterly. Her brain was her greatest asset and Madeline had seemed confident that she had a plan for their escape. Apparently she was confident enough to convince their captors of it as well. This brain implant was their ace in the hole. Both of them would do back flips to avoid rendering her brain dead. Madeline let out a small whine as he stirred her. "My head hurts," she let out pathetically. Her grey eyes looked up at his trustingly. He wanted to look away. "... what's wrong?" she asked quietly. "What happened now?" That was a reasonable assumption. "... you should read the letter..." he didn't want to tell her himself. When Madeline got to the section about the brain dissolving implant, she actually started to cry, burying her face in Alex's shoulder. He consoled her for a while, cradling her protectively while allowing her to curl up for her last shred of propriety. He didn't let her cry herself to sleep. They didn't have time for sleeping right now. He slowly started hushing her, gently kissing her forehead and brushing away the stray tears. "Shhhh," he told her gently while laying her to her back. She obeyed his guidance without question which only fueled his already growing desire. "Don't think about it," he said. "It doesn't matter anyway." He kissed her sweetly and deeply, cupping the side of her face even though his body was trembling from self restraint. While she may have been drugged to not be aroused as easily, it was just the opposite for him. It was all he could to do keep from plowing into her hard and fast. "We can't control what happens to us or what they force us to do," he told her softly, positioning himself atop her. She could feel the head of his hard cock pressing into her mons and it turned her on instantly. "You can control how you respond though," he continued. He looked lovingly at her. She managed to maintain eye contact for a while, but then had to look away. He loved it. She made him feel in complete control, even in this situation where they had nothing. The Bred Ones Ch.03 "I'm not going to just screw you, Maddy," he told her in the same gentle voice. Madeline actually looked mildly alarmed as if he had just sentenced her to death. He chuckled again. "I'm going to make love to you," he corrected. She melted in his arms and pulled him into a deep kiss of her own. For a brief moment, she completely forgot where they were. It didn't matter. She wanted their encounter to mean something more than just using one another's bodies to some end. He wasn't an object to her. Apparently, she wasn't to him either. After what seemed like an eternity he broke the kiss. He was surprised at his self restraint. If he didn't come soon, this was going to hurt painfully. His hot and lustful eyes burnt into hers for a moment. She had to cum first. Her life literally depended on it. His head dipped, allowing him to nibble on her ear as his hands wandered her form. His hot and needy breath in her ear was turning her on and she actually released a faint moan. His lips moved down along the side of her neck and then to her collar bone. He slowly moved to her breasts, lavishing each nipple with sucks, kisses, and nibbles until she was actually squirming with want and need. Madeline had never experienced such a thing before and she pushed her hands up through his hair as she let out a more lustful groan. Alex grinned and calmly collected her hands, pinning both wrists in his left hand. It was an unspoken order that only turned her on more. These are mine. I want them here. it said. Nothing was hotter to Madeline than when he took control. She loved it and became damp at the mere thought of how he had held her still last time. Alex's free hand moved up to gently pinch her nipples as he continued to kiss down her stomach. Madeline shifted in surprise when she realized where his course was taking him. "Al-" "Hush," he interrupted firmly. He was in control and she would do what he told her. Oh dear. More butterflies. "... yes sir," came the meek answer. He nearly came on her thigh. He could certainly get used to that. He continued his path to her mound, kissing softly and then prying her legs apart to kiss her inner thighs. She was so soft and though it embarrassed her thoroughly, her feminine musk was heavenly. He didn't give her a chance to object or second guess what was about to happen. Her orgasm was crucial though at that particular moment, the reason had more to do with having more sex with her than anything else. His free hand pinched her nipple just as he drew her pussy into his mouth. Alex had correctly guessed that no one had ever gone down on her before. In a way it pleased him deeply. Madeline was his woman, not to be shared, his unconscious told him. As a response, Madeline arched her back in utter pleasure and let out a guttural moan of delight. He grinned. Drawing his tongue up her entire slit, he allowed it to dart inside for a moment before lavishing his attention on her clit, sucking and licking until she had lost herself in the ecstasy of the pleasure. Her every sound was intoxicating. He was going to have to take a long vacation to devote just to bedding her once they got out of this place. Somewhere in the crevice of his mind, Alex remembered the note. Clitoral orgasms didn't count in turning off the brain poison thing they put in her. Only coital ones. It was cruel to get her so worked up and then deny her the orgasm, but, the frenzy Maddy was in was beyond hot. "Oh god... Alex please..." she begged. There was really no need. In a matter of moments he was going to take her from every imaginable angle in every conceivable position. Still... He pulled himself up, planting a kiss on her lips. A part of her recoiled as she tasted herself on his mouth, but he had gotten her so hot, she didn't care. She had have sucked on his balls for an hour if he wanted it. "I'm sorry, did you need something?" He teased. Madeline panted furiously. "... I need you... Please... I need you..." "I'm right here, hon," he replied, kissing her neck and continuing his attention on her tits. "No... I need... please Alex. I'll do anything you want. Anything, just... please..." He grinned. "Anything?" As if he needed to ask. They both knew she would. "Tell me what you want. Just please... Oh god I need you so bad..." He pressed the tip of his purple head into her hot slit. Only by the grace of god did he not spill his load right then. Madeline's hips rocked, eager to feel him inside of her. He watched her face through this, smiling affectionately before thrusting slowly into her while whispering into her ear. "I'm going to make you cum so hard, Maddy," he promised hotly. "God you're so hot." In a swift move, he rolled them over so that she was on top and he could gaze at her body. "I want you to ride me until cum, you understand?" He kept his hold on her wrists, tugging them over his head so that her body was stretched out above him. He could still watch all of her, but her position caused her tits to sway in his face. Men like him didn't deserve this sort of heaven, he concluded. "Oh god..." she could scarcely breath and she squirmed anyway she could to find a release. Her hips gyrated along his length, lifting herself and then impaling, lifting and then impaling. Her pussy was so tight around his dick that he felt a suction sensation with each pass. He couldn't help himself and started to orgasm. He knew it wouldn't be his last one in that session. The drug was just too strong for that. His hips bucked, causing the thrusts to course through her body. Her breasts were bouncing deliciously and Alex was losing himself in the moment as he splashed into her depths. As he suspect, his cock was still hard and raging for her. His release was almost non-existent. Madeline, it seemed, was in nirvana all her own. "Yes!" She let out desperately. "God, take it all. Take anything. It's all yours!" If he had had more patience, he'd have kept her going. She had relinquished everything to him. It didn't get much hotter than that in his opinion. And this had happened even with a drug to repress it. Even in this prison she made him feel like a king. "I'm going to fuck those tits next," he promised through a growl under his breath. Her tits, her mouth, her ass... she was about to be taken entirely and she was begging for it. He'd never met anyone like her. Alex drew one of the bouncing tits into his mouth, holding her hard nipple gently in his teeth so that it would tug up and down with each thrust he sent through her body. She pulled slightly at her wrists, but it was fruitless. He had her exactly how he wanted it and he was pounding into her like a well oiled piston. That her tits were almost smashed in his face was just an added bonus. Alex felt himself starting to swell again, but fortunately, he felt Madeline's walls quiver slightly at his promise to move past her pussy when he was done. She really did enjoy being dominated. For as wet and hot as she was, he had far more things to explore on her. He was thankful she was about to cum, though he learned pretty quickly what the effects of this drug were on her. It hadn't delayed getting her horny, he was extending the entire orgasm. Madeline was gasping for air and pleading unintelligibly for him to let her cum. "Oh god please..." She moaned deeply. "I'll do anything... I'll suck your cock... just please..." Her walls quivered again and Alex sprayed his second load into her with no signs of slowing down. Yes, he did want to feel her mouth on his dick, though he doubted he had enough patience for anything other than just fucking her mouth. That was fine, he figured. She almost certainly didn't have experience with giving head anyway. His thrusting grew harder and the slaps of their bodies was echoing off the walls. Madeline was screaming for release. "Come, honey," he ordered her. "Come hard so I can let you suck me off." Madeline picked up her own pace in complete obedience. "Come on, baby. You're almost there." She was almost there. Her moans had become screams as she began to escalate into the most thunderous orgasm she had ever experienced. Her body convulsed around him, furiously milking his cock with every spasm and collapsing on top of him to smother his face in tits. It was the orgasm they needed to stave off the brain poison, but at that point, neither were at all aware of it. Furthermore, Alex was nowhere near being done with her. He pulled out of her quickly and spun her around so that his dick was up against her mouth. She paused, smelling herself on him, but again, he didn't give her the option to complain as he pushed forward, moving his cock easily into her mouth. Alex let out a guttural moan of his own at the sensation. God she was amazing. With her mouth completely full of his dick, Alex dipped his own face into her drenched pussy, working her clit while he thrust into her mouth. He could feel her choking slightly but he didn't care. This was his mouth to fuck as he pleased. Madeline's hips squirmed, attempting to meet his mouth. She let out a moan as he started bringing her to another orgasm, the sensation vibrating through his shaft. It was so hot. She had begged to have his dick in her mouth and now she was moaning? The damned drug didn't let him enjoy it enough. "Swallow it," he snarled at her as he started unloading in her mouth. Madeline wasn't expecting this, at least, not in the volume and intensity that he was spraying into her mouth. She tried to do what he said, but ended up choking and coughing on the pearly hot seed. The gagging felt pretty damned good. He was going to have to show her how to deep throat him and work on her swallowing, but Alex wasn't at all displeased. He had worked her up again, but she wasn't to her climax. He pulled out of her mouth and spun her around again, this time intent on taking her from behind again. His fingers dug into her hips as he powerfully slammed into her hot and sopping pussy. The drug was beginning to wear off. God, how many times had he cum in her? This time, Alex's build up was powerful. This was going to be a good enough orgasm for him to finally be spent, he thought. Madeline was moaning and crying out. She was true to her insistents, she denied him absolutely nothing. She never would. Nothing could stop him or slow him down. Even she had told him no more at this point, it was irrelevant. She was his and he needed this release. With a cry of release of his own, Alex burst into her. Madeline also cried out at this, their mutual orgasms timed so that she just started to come right after he had. Alex was spent and he collapsed on top of her. Neither had enough energy to do anything but sleep, knowing full well that it was then that their captors moved...