Page 90 of With Love

Lock

I’ve been spending a lot of time down on the lower level of the lab recently. There hasn’t been any developments since we lost track of Owen a month ago and there are many, many ways that I can take out my anger down here.

Any time I need to relieve some stress, I come down here and choose my poison. I decided that I would let Alison live, so she helps me relive most of my stress. Sometimes, I need to hit something. She has a rainbow of bruises covering her body. Some of them are fresh and black, others are a faded green or yellow. Other days, I make her watch as I fuck Sierra, her sister. Or as Sid fucks Sierra. Or as Sid and I fuck Sierra at the same time.

Today though, well, today I have something else in mind. I have Reese with me. He’s been working really hard lately, both trying to find Owen, as well as keeping the rest of my men in line. So I wanted to share this experience with him.

I walk over to Alison’s cell when I get down there. She’s laying naked, on the concrete floor, shivering. She must have pissed herself while she was sleeping because there is moisture on the floor beneath her. I beat on the bars of the small window at the top of the steel door to wake her up. She stirs slightly. Taking out the keys, I open the door and pull her out of her cell by her hair. I throw the clumps of hair that fell out of her head onto the floor next to her as I drag her over to the rinse area. Reese does the same with Sierra. After hosing both of them down with cold water, we take them over to the viewing area. This is the place where Curtis, I and some of our more senior staff, come to observe the behaviors of our test subjects.

“What are you in the mood for, Reese?”

“I think I’m in the mood for something a little different today, Lock.”

“I’m glad you said that, because I have just the thing. We’ve both fucked them on numerous occasions, but we’ve never made them fuck each other.”

“Let’s put the whore on the bench.” I strap Alison down on the padded bench so her hands and legs are spread wide. Reese pushes Sierra over, so she is positioned next to the table.

“Touch your sister,” I command. When she hesitates, Reese picks her hands up and places them on Alison’s tits, forcing her to rub them. Tears begin to fall down her face as she realizes the remaining sliver of dignity she has is about to be ripped from her soul and thrown in the garbage.

“Fucking do it.” Reese says in her ear. He removes his hands from Sierra’s and she continues rubbing her sister. Over her chest, her arms, her shoulders.

Without warning, Reese winds up and smacks Sierra’s ass so hard, that he draws blood. She screams out in pain.

“You’re not a fucking masseuse and this isn’t a day spa. Put your fingers up her cunt,” he shouts at her. “Now, or I’m going to smack you again!”

“I’m going to have to agree with Reese here. This can either be pleasurable for you, if you let it, or it can be painful. Either way, it’s going to happen. Who knows, you just might like it.”

Sierra looks straight ahead at the wall as she runs her fingers between Alison’s legs.

“I bet she’s already soaking wet for you, isn’t she?” I ask.

Another tear runs down Sierra’s face. Walking over to her, I place my lips to her ear and fear sends shivers over her body.

“Isn’t she?” I whisper as I place my hand over hers and curve her fingers inward until they run through the slit of her sister’s cunt. When I bring her hand up to inspect them, they glisten with the arousal of her sister, just as I thought. I look down as Alison who, for the first time that I ever remember seeing, actually looks ashamed.

“Taste it,” I tell her.

“I can’t,” she cries.

“I said taste it,” I demand.

When she doesn’t move, I take her hand and shove her fingers in her mouth and down her throat until she gags on them.

Backhanding her across the face, I remind her that this can be easy or it can be hard.

“Get up on the table,” I hear Reese say.

She climbs up and kneels right on the edge next to her sister.

“No, over here,” I say, moving her ass so it’s positioned over Alison’s face. “Alison has always loved having things in her mouth. I’m sure she’s going to enjoy this.” Moving her hips with my hands, I grind her ass into Alison’s face.

“Reese, is her tongue out?” He looks down and shakes his head no.

Pushing down on her hips, I crush Sierra’s cunt and ass into Alison’s face so hard, it cuts off her supply of oxygen. She starts trying to smack at my hands to get me to let go so she can breathe again, but that’s not how this works.

“If you don’t get your fucking tongue out and lick her like she’s the best fucking ice cream cone you’ve ever had, I’m going to continue to smother you with her ass until you die, then I’m going to make her eat your cold dead pussy. Got it?”

Panicking from lack of oxygen, she nods her head frantically, her eyes pleading with me to give her air. The second I pull up on Sierra’s hips, Alison gasps for breath. Once she’s had her fill, she sticks her tongue out and lifts her head up, reaching for her sister’s pussy.

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