(Note: I apologize for the long lack of productivity. I hope you continue to enjoy the series.)
Time had passed, and 92 hadn't dared to wander from her room since the incident with the other woman. She was becoming a recluse, no longer feeling the need for human contact. Multiple examinations had been made and it was becoming clear that she was sustaining serious psychological and emotional damage from the abuse. Unlike most patients, who by this time had (for the sake of survival) adapted and learned to live the new life they were forced into, 92 had withdrawn and turned to a zombie-like existence. She had come close to bonding with her doctor, but took too many steps backward, and it was evident she could be a danger to herself. When this ever happened to a patient, they would be removed from the building, and their whereabouts were unknown to other patients and most staff. Her doctor was truly doubtful that failed patients were executed, but couldn't imagine that they led happy lives after leaving. He knew from the many meetings held to discuss 92's future that she was coming close to being removed. He didn't want to see that happen. He had put his heart into this project, he had faith in her, and he wanted her to become one of the many successes. He figured this meant a different approach and more delicate handling. Things that couldn't happen within the company at this stage in her development.
He was a great doctor, well paid and needed by the company. He could afford to disobey regulations, and often did in minor or occasionally major ways. The authorities always looked the either way or had a smile and shrug attitude, content to let him do as he saw fit.
He decided to take 92 home with him. The other patients and doctors were causing her too much emotional trauma. He knew that if he could spend one on one time with her, he could prevent her from failing.
He did it quite easily, just some heavy sedation, shackles, and a few tools from the workplace and she was in the backseat of his car on the way to his house.
He got home pretty late, and feeling tired himself decided to leave her restrained in his living room, and went to bed.
He got up in the morning feeling well rested, andI
carried her into his bed. She was dully aware of her surroundings, still acting virtually lifeless, and he removed her restraints and she did not try to escape. He cuddled her warm naked body up to him. She'd never in the time she'd known him seen him in his home setting, or in his pajamas. A strange feeling of intimacy crept up on her.
He ran his hand down the curve of her hips, feeling the soft skin and taking his time, began to gently kiss her. This behavior had become alien to her. She was only familiar with the feeling of rape now, where real signs of affection were scarce. She began to cry as an unrecognizable feeling flooded her senses.
He kissed her neck, his hand rubbing her thigh gently as he slid down lower, his lips finding her nipple. His hand slid to her inner thigh and he massaged the skin around her opening gently. She became moist, accepting the first kind treatment she had received since she last gave into him. He was hard as a rock now. He rolled her onto her back and laid himself gently on top of her. Her eyes were still sad and dull and did not meet his but the color began to return to her face.
He slid into her, slowly and carefully, trying not to settle into rabbit and become rough with her quickly. Her eyes closed, and she had gotten to the point where she cared so little she didn't mind if he noticed and realized she was relaxing and enjoying it. He pumped into her steadily, and gained speed as he got closer to climax. He kissed her and she laid still for him, letting him fill her and grateful for the peace and pleasantness. She still had bruises from her daily abuse but he was careful to avoid them. He traces her body with his hands and touched his lips to her neck as he gained more speed. She came, making the sensation slipperier. He was coming close now and wrapped his arms around her as he pounded into her. She weakly wrapped hers around him too, and with that he blasted his come in her like he never had before. Panting, his face buried in her neck, he rested until he got up and rolled over on his back and held her. She didn't flinch away from his embrace and, tired, fell asleep in his arms.
She woke at about three in the afternoon, and the first thing she noticed was that she was starving. The second, was that her doctor was not in the bed with her. She sat up and her mind was flooded with ideas of escape, but for some reason, all she did was walk out to the living room to see him in the adjacent kitchen, preparing food for the two of them. She took in her surroundings. The house was huge, well furnished, and what she figured she expected from a man like him. He saw her and smiled. He walked over to her and, putting his arm around her waist, led her to the kitchen where he lifted her and set her on the counter. "Are you hungry?" he asked, and she nodded sleepily as her nose picked up the scent of his cooking. "It won't be ready for about twenty minutes, think you can stand to wait?" He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her gently. She rested her head on his shoulder and the thought that this didn't feel like rape anymore passed through her mind. He slid a hand down her chest and belly and down to her spread legs, where he began rubbing her clit. She sighed and leaned into him as little waves of pleasure filled her. She was becoming wet again. And he leaned down and put his head between her thighs. He began licking and sucking at her, and she leaned totally forward so that her arms rested on his back as he slid his tongue over her flesh and into her opening. She began moaning, and out of relief for being in this new environment felt and almost gave into the need to cry again. She didn't want to bar herself from him anymore. He treated her like a lover now, and she felt it was finally time to give in. She didn't want to go back to the company but right now she only reacted to his tongue, as it flicked herto clit around. She came. And he looked up at her and smiled and lowered her to the cold tile floor. She wrapped her arms around him and he dove into her. She swayed he hips, and pushed them back at him, trying to get more of him inside her. She cried out as another orgasm flowed through her. He began filling her with his warm come, and slowed as he finished. She panted and smiled up at the ceiling as he rested his head on her breasts. She let a wave of ecstasy settle over her. She didn't want to leave. She wanted him to do it again and again and to never take her back to that building.
She pushed him off her, and leaned him up against the counter as she lowered her mouth to his cock. She took it in her hand and worked at it slowly and he ran gis fingers through her hair. She touched her tongue to it and began licking and sucking the tip, allowing him to harden. She took more of him in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around him as she moved her head back and forth. He put his hands gently on her head and pressed her to him. His cock, hard again now, filled her mouth and she sucked and licked at it hungrily. He began to thrust his hips and moan a little. She sensed he was getting close, and giving it her all, choked him down and sucked as hard as she could. Hot come shot out of him and she swallowed it down, still rubbing him with her tongue. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes and sighed, satisfied. He then looked at her, and just as he opened his mouth to speak she interupted him. "I don't want to go back," she said, "I don't want to leave at all. I want to stay here with you." He closed his mouth and smiled. She was a success. And he didn't care. He wasn't taking her back.