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She increased her sucking and went a little deeper, all on her own, then bobbed her head back and forth, trying to tell him without words that she didn't want him to die.
He came within moments of her enthusiastic participation, and her mouth was flooded with his seed. She wasn't expecting it, and the first jet choked her. She tried to pull her head back, but he pushed his hips forward and kept it in her mouth while the rest of come flowed out; thickly, and a lot of it.
She closed her mouth and throat with her tongue and tried to suppress the coughing while he was still between her teeth and managed not to hurt him. An instant later, he pulled it back and allowed her her to breathe freely, while he kept stroking her hair.
She spat her mouth clear into the cloth he was using to wipe her face clean, and he put it on top of the tray to go into the wash later.
"It's less messy if you swallow it," he said, suggestively.
She stared back at him, more than a little mad at his words. Swallow? THAT stuff? Was he crazy? And then she remembered his offer to die with her, and noted the pleased look on his face as he came. She forgave him in an instant.
She swallowed to clear her mouth, one last time, and smiled weakly at him. "Yes, sir. I think it's something I'll get used to."
He laughed as he put himself away and zipped up. "You don't have to call me sir," he said. "My name is John."
He looked at his watch. "I come back in half an hour. Would you like some eggs or something? Are you hungry?"
"Where are you going?" she asked, sounding a little panicked. "Don't leave me alone!"
"You'll be safe, I promise. The doctor doesn't come back until Wednesday, because none of the other girls are due for another two months. Then five of them will deliver in the same week!"
"How many girls are here?" she asked, curious.
"There's three other rooms on this floor, and I take care of 4 floors." He looked at her and answered her next question before he could ask. "I don't know how many floors there are. A lot. More than a hundred, because the elevator went down for a long time when I got here. It may not be possible for us to escape alive."
She tried to take his hand before he could go, but just rattles the handcuffs. "I don't want you to die!" she said desperately. "I won't try to escape if it means you'll be killed!"
"Don't try anything without me, okay? You could ruin everything before I have a chance to even try to set it up. They'd kill you!" His voice was almost as panicked as hers.
"You don't want me to die either? Why not? Because I sucked you off?" she asked.
"Not just that, although I really DID enjoy it," he said, stroking her hair once more. "No, I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you. First sight, so they say. I never believed it, but now..." he shrugged his hands expressively. "Who can deny?"
"You... love me?" she asked faintly. "Why?"
"I don't know," he said, a little puzzled. "But I'm sorry if I scared you. I'm sorry I made you... do that."
She smiled at him. "I'm not," she said. "I'm sort of looking forward to the next time you make me do it."
"After breakfast," he said, smiling again. "I'm going to feed you first, however."
"You have fifteen other girls here? And all of us have been kidnapped?" she asked, astounded. He nodded silently.
"Most of them have been here for more than two years," he said. "This room had girl that miscarried and passed, about three months ago."
"Pregnant? These girls are all pregnant?" Emily asked, closing her eyes.
"Yes, and they were all virgins before they were inseminated," he told her. "That's my job. To take of you while you gestate."
"Don't let then do it to me!" she begged. "Please? I'm still a virgin!"
"So were the other girls. They still are," he shrugged. "They get implanted, not fucked. It happens while they're unconscious, from what I gather. All I have are second hand reports from girls that are crying, and most of them forget as quickly as they can. It doesn't hurt, from what they tell me." He said this last quickly, too appease the terror on her face.
"Please get me out of here," she begged, in a whisper. "Don't let them do that to me! I'm begging you! I don't want to be pregnant!"
He stroked her hair once more and kissed her forehead. "When was your last period? Do you know your fertility cycle?"
"No, I have no idea. I just finished right before I got taken. The last of the bleeding stopped two days ago."
"Do you know your blood type?" he asked. She nodded.
"Type O positive." she told him. That's what the lady at the Red Cross station at school told me. It doesn't change, does it? She told me that YEARS ago."
He smiled. "It doesn't change. Ever." He looked at her. "It's going to be a couple of weeks before they can implant you. Give me a couple of days to put a plan together, okay?"
She nodded trustfully, watching him get the cart ready to leave, and after she was alone, she took her first sip of water from the straw.
The elevator closed and dropped him two floors. It opened onto a brand new floor for him; he'd never been here before. He usually went up three floors, to his own room level, the size of all two rooms for one floor below his. The other side was taken by another man; one who had never spoken.
He figured he was getting a promotion for convincing her to cooperate, instead of killing her, like he was meant to do. He guessed there were video cameras in the room, although he'd never seen them. He wasn't surprised. If he was wrong about disobeying orders, he's already be dead of gas in the elevator.
This room was sumptuous; there was no other word to describe it. The walls were lined with some very thick fabric and paintings every so often insured that the wall material was flush to the concrete behind it. A tall man was seated behind a desk, with six others in chairs beside him, three to a side.
"She's still alive because you love her," said the man, smiling. "Don't worry, we saw the whole thing. Very nice! Tomorrow, you can both "escape"to your apartment, where you await further opportunities. Sound good?"
"Sounds very good, sir! I can make that work nicely!" John said, smiling broadly. "It will help keep the other girls from getting too suspicious, right?"
"Yes, because you'll be spending a lot more time with this one. She'll be carrying after tonight. You can even sleep with her, if she'll let you. She doesn't have to die a virgin. You can have the honors."
"Instead of the men patrolling the surface," he guessed.
"Be careful, John. We know about love, and it's accounted for in our plans."
"Yes, sir," He wasn't a soldier, but he saluted anyway before turning and going back to the elevator, which brought him back to his own apartment.
"You let him live, sir? After what he did?" It was the last man on the right who spoke. "He betrayed us!"
"Pff. He's in love, and she loves him, you fool! Her child will go into the creche with all the others, but it won't be a clone!"
"It'll be a singleton!" said the man on his immediate right. "It will be different from the others!"
"It doesn't have to be the only one. We can create others. Besides, there's the twins. They're a few years older, but that will matter little."
"We will not sacrificing viable embryos, Mr. Maven." said the man on his left. "We can explain a singleton to our board easier than unexpected losses."
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