Page 32 of Resistant

I set her down. I kiss her mouth, her forehead. I press my forehead against hers and close my eyes and breathe her in.

“Come on lover boy, time’s up.”

I step away, feeling her fingers fall from my grasp at the last second as I walk through the door.

I dream of her all night. I see her face, but I can’t see her eyes clearly. She’s being pulled away and I know that I need her.

I can’t let any of this happen. But I don’t have any understanding of whatthisis. I wake to the sounds of a fight in the cell next to me and I roll over and try to block out the noise and bring her face forward in my mind’s eye.I am so totally fucked.

Revelations

Brynn

I’m in the laundry again the next day, and I’m scrubbing clothes in a large basin. It’s miserable work. My fingers ache, and my fingertips are red and raw.

Two women across from me start slapping and screaming at each other. I freeze, water dripping down my wrists and arms. Guards burst through the door to break them apart. A prickling sensation spreads across my neck and I glance over my shoulder. The woman from the greenhouse is standing right behind me.

“Look away Brynn,” she whispers. “Listen, you were chosen by the Resistance, and I’m going to help you as much as I can, I need you to trust Declan, 6457. He’s going to get you out of here. Trust him. Tell him Sasha sent you. Stocks will be canceled tonight because of this distraction.” and she nods towards the fight.

She hands me a roll of duct tape, and says, “It’s all I could find to fix it.” she nods at my torn uniform that I have tried to tie together in knots but there is still a gaping hole at my belly.

She stares hard into my eyes and turns and walks away.

I’m shaking, and I turn back to the laundry. My mind is swirling with possibilities, and I’m scared. I have no idea what she’s talking about, but a small kernel of hope begins to grow deep inside me at the thought of escaping.

The following evening, I’m heading to the showers after the chute, and am troubled by the sight of many women waiting at the entrance to the showers. Sasha looks at me and gives a small nod and mouths the word “stocks.”

A guard is chaining all the women together, and he attaches the last open cuff to my wrist and we all file in the shower room.

The next five minutes is an assembly line of water turning on, soap being passed from one hand to the next and shampoo moving up the line from the opposite direction.

I fumble and the woman next to me stares hard at me. I’m pretty sure I’m not her favorite person right now. The guards turn off the main valve and they hand us towels and we all shuffle to the elevator. As the car descends, I can hear noises coming from inside the stocks. The guard removes the cuff from the right hand of each woman, and he opens the door as we stop.

“Red light ladies.”

I hear moans, whimpers, and the slap of skin on skin. A woman screams, and I’m unsure if it’s from pleasure or fear.

I shudder as I walk down the hallway toward the room, the one I’ve been in almost every night this week. I glance in some of the rooms as I pass by and see similar setups, and tables with blindfolds in each room. So, the stocks aren’t necessarily a solitary reward, more like a sex chute.

I put on my blindfold and listen to the voices around me. I hear more than sex, I hear desperation, fear, pleasure, and sounds of satisfaction.

Goosebumps break out on my skin. The whine and clanking of the elevator descending reaches me. Heavy footsteps of many men follow shortly after. I replay my memories from the last night I was here, the way he called me Angel and devoured my pussy. I squirm pressing my thighs together. Someone enters the room and I hear a whoosh, like a power surge and all the cell doors slam shut simultaneously.

“Angel” he growls in my ear.

I feel my body relax into him as I reach for him. His mouth is on my neck, and I shudder. I hear a woman nearby scream, and his mouth is on my breast. I’m groaning and fidgety as his fingers reach my cunt. He’s rubbing me with his thumb and finger fucking me all at once. He groans, his breath hitching in my ear.

“Angel, you’re so wet for me. The things I want to do to you. This is going to be fast.”

His mouth skims down my neck and I’m pushing my pussy against his hands. He curls his fingers up inside me, his thumb grinding down on my clit and my body ignites, waves of pleasure crashing over me.

“So beautiful, my Angel,” he murmurs.

His fingers ride out my climax and I slide to the floor, my hands feeling his torso until I find his cock. I lick the tip and stretch my lips around him and pull him towards my mouth. I take him as deep as I can, licking the underside of him. He hisses and gathers my hair in his hands. Then he takes control, pumping himself slowly to the back of my mouth. I breathe in deeply through my nose and fight my gag reflex and he pulls back.

“Fuck Angel, you feel so good.” I hum around him and sink down curling my hands behind his thighs so I can take him deeper.

“Fuck you have a sweet mouth.” He grunts.

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