by Loki Renard
She just smirks at me. She’s not afraid of this. She’s not scared of pain. Or of me.
“Tell me you love me and I’ll do what you say,” she says.
“Love isn’t a bargaining chip, Brown. It’s not something to hide behind. And it’s not going to get you out of trouble here either.”
“I’m in trouble?”
“Talking back, refusing orders. Yes, you’re in trouble.”
“Oh no, what are you going to do to me?”
The little brat smiles broadly, thrilled with herself. She’s pushing me ever further down the path of being an unrelenting hard ass to her and she doesn’t even know it.
“Drop and give me twenty, Brown!” I bark the order, raising my voice and injecting enough bass to make her flinch. “NOW!”
She slips down to her hands and knees and starts doing as she’s told. Her form is sloppy from the get go, which suits me perfectly.
“Get that ass flat in line with your body,” I growl, whipping the cane across the rise of her cheeks.
She lets out a squeal and a little breathy gasp. Jesus. She’s enjoying this. And goddamn it, so am I. I bring the cane down again, just below the other mark. It has to burn like hell, but she takes it with another one of those grunting little groans of pleasure.
“Cut it out, Brown!”
“What?” She drops to the ground and rolls over to look up at me with a smirk on her face. “I’ve been a bad girl, Ken. You should punish me.”
MARY
I can see his cock tenting his pants. I’m winning. He knows it too and he hates it.
With a growl, Ken drops the cane and grabs me by the hair. He yanks me up to my knees, pulling me hard against his legs. My cheek grazes the throbbing ridge of his cock and I let my mouth open, my tongue extending to lick the fabric covered ridge.
“Stop it,” he growls, giving my hair a tug.
Being handled like this is making me wet. My nipple is hard, my pussy is fucking soaked. I want him so badly I can hardly stand it.
“Let me suck your cock,” I whisper up at him.
“Mary…” he groans my name.
“Fuck my mouth,” I add. “My pussy… or fuck my ass, just please take me.”
I feel him pull me against his crotch a little harder, rubbing his dick against my cheek. And then I see a light come into his eye. One I haven’t seen before. It’s dark and there’s a hint of cruelty.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes…” I mewl the word, rubbing up against him like a kitten.
He’s going to break. He’s going to give into the lust between us. He’s going to fuck me and then I won’t be in trouble anymore.
Ken taps my cheek lightly with his fingers, a little gesture of censure.
“You haven’t earned my cock,” he says, shaking his head as if I am some petulant little thing who doesn’t deserve his dick.
I feel a blush creeping over me as my attempted seduction turns into a shameful desperate display. I was wrong. He’s not losing control at all.
“If you want this cock, you’re going to have to be a whole lot more obedient, little girl,” he growls, pulling me back across his pants, my mouth almost making contact with that hard rod I so crave. “Right now, you’ve earned nothing at all.”
I thought, for a minute, that I might be able to get back into his good graces and turn this experience into something more pleasurable for myself, but Ken is not stupid and nor is he weak willed. I can see his arousal. It’s close enough to nearly taste. But it’s not going to do me a damn bit of good.
He releases my hair and lets me sink back down onto the floor.
“Go have a shower, Brown,” he says, giving my thigh a light tap with the end of the cane.
This time, I’m more than happy to scramble away to the seclusion of the shower. All I’ve done is wind myself up, and gotten absolutely nothing in the process.
12
MARY
I’ve made a decision. I obviously can’t please Ken. I can’t be what he wants me to be. The trust he had in me was shattered when the Germans walked in, and it won’t ever come back. I think we both know that. He just doesn’t want to admit it, because he’s a fighter and he’s honorable. So I’m going to relieve him of the burden. I’m going to get out of here. Tonight.
The security in this place is pretty good, but it’s not really intended to hold people. It’s intended to train them. And once Ken goes home every night, the staff switch out. The ones who replace him are much more relaxed. Nicer, really. They feel a bit sorry for me for being locked down all the time and sometimes they give me treats, like access to the rec room. I’ve never been so thrilled to be able to watch shitty tv than I have been here.
I’m going to be taking advantage of their kindness, which is shitty, but it’s for the greater good. Everybody will be better off without me.
My previous handlers, the ones I didn’t really even know were handlers, the men and women who were always around me in my teenage years, did teach me a trick or two. Like how to fool the kinds of scanners they use here. Fingerprints are unique to people, true, but people also leave them fucking everywhere they go. If you know what you’re doing, you can make an impression of almost anybody’s prints. I’ve taken the liberty of doing that for a few people, even Ken. Anyone who touches anything inside my room is a candidate for the technique.
I leave my room around midnight. It wasn’t locked because I slipped a piece of plastic into the mechanism which allows the bolt to slide a little ways, but not all the way. If someone isn’t paying attention, it looks like the cell is locked.
There aren’t any patrols on, because nobody is supposed to be out until morning. I walk out what is basically the front door and into the parking lot. There’s a car there. It’s always there, some silver thing. It opens with a thin strip of metal pushed down the inside of the window, and the engine starts when I pull and strip the wires under the steering wheel. This is almost too easy.
The last obstacle is the main gate. But that’s actually the simplest obstacle of all, because this car never gets stopped. I don’t know who it belongs to, but this car has special privileges here. Whoever is monitoring the gate doesn’t even look at me. The gates just open.
I’m free.
A grin spreads over my face. It really was too fucking easy, but then again, that has been my experience of life a lot of the time. Sometimes, the biggest obstacle to a thing is just daring to do it. I dared do this. And now I’m out. On the road.
I press my foot down on the accelerator and feel the thrill of freedom. Pure joy courses through my veins. I know I’m not necessarily going to get away with this, but right now it doesn’t matter. The walls are gone. The world is wide open.
The smart move would be to head inland. Find a rural state. Hang out there long enough to get hold of a passport and then jet off to a foreign country where the quality of life is good. Australia, maybe. New Zealand. Somewhere nice and far.
I could head to Hawaii, or Indonesia. I could go on perpetual Safari in deep Africa.
I could go anywhere. But there’s really only one place I want to go: home.
It’s past two in the morning when I slip open my daddy’s window. Tom never locks it. He likes it to be open just a little to let the fresh air in.
He stirs as I slip through the gap, but before he can panic and yell, I flick the bedside light on and whisper to him.
“Don’t worry. It’s just me!”
The sleep falls from his handsome face instantly. It’s been weeks since I saw him and I almost forgot how fucking handsome he is. His hair is messy from sleep. He has a five o’clock shadow which is graying just a little. He looks perfect. Shocked, but perfect.
Tom’s eyes widen as he gets up and drags me into a big bear hug. I breathe his scent deep and snuggle into his arms as he holds me so damn tight. I have needed a hug for a long time. I missed him so much. I wish he could come with me, but I know he can’t. I’ve got maybe a
few minutes with him, and I just want to be held.
“What are you doing here, little girl?”
“Shhh,” I put my finger to his lips. “I just wanted to say goodbye.”
“Goodbye?”
“I’m leaving.”
“Leaving where?”
“The state, the country, I don’t know,” I shrug. “I’m just leaving. But I wanted to say bye first.”
Tom’s arms tighten around me.
“You know Ken is in the next room, right?”
“Yeah. And I know that in about two minutes, he’s going to get a call saying I’ve escaped. He’s going to leave here and rush to the facility. When he does, I want to take your car. There’s another one parked around the corner. I don’t want to steal it. I want you to give it back to them when I’m gone.”
Tom shakes his head.
“Little girl, I am not helping you run away.”
I expected this. I need to appeal to his softer side. “Do you know what they’re doing to me there? They keep me in a cell. And then Ken comes and makes me do the most ridiculous physical activities that aren’t even for any reason. He just wants to hurt me.”
“That is not true,” Tom says. “That is absolutely not true.”
“He wouldn’t let me see you. He kept me locked up in a cell and he humiliated me. He made me run naked.”
“And?”
I look up at Tom, shocked. “And that’s horrible!”
“It sounds pretty standard for special forces. Actually, it sounds mild,” Tom says. “When Ken went through, they made him dip his balls in a freezing lake for as long as he could take it. And then they did a whole lot of other stuff that made that seem like a joke.”
My jaw drops. “You want them to freeze my balls?”
“You don’t have balls, little girl,” he says gently. “But I know what you’re going through. And I know it’s tough. But he’s doing what he needs to. And you…” Tom lets out a small chuckle as the enormity of the situation hits him. “Oh my god did you just get yourself into trouble.”
“I’m leaving,” I repeat. “I’m going away.”
“You absolutely are not,” Tom says firmly. “You’re going to stay right here and we’re going to wake Ken up and tell him. He might still be able to fix this.”
“No!” I hiss in a whisper. “He’s not the same man he was before. He’s mean. He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t even like me.”
Tom runs his hand over my hair, stroking it back from my forehead gently. “He’s trying to get you where you need to be, baby. He can’t be your lover right now.”
“So I don’t get love until I do what they want?” My lower lip trembles as Tom snugs me tight against his body. I need this so badly. I need him. I have craved this, and I have been denied it. Right now, I don’t even care that half the reason he’s holding me so tight is so I don’t escape again. I close my eyes and I try to hold on to this moment. I will time to stop so that I can just stay here forever, held by a man who has never shown me anything other than complete and total care.
“You’re loved, Mary,” Tom murmurs. “By both of us. But you have to be a good girl.”
“I have to be a good little prisoner, you mean,” I snort. “I won’t be. I can’t be.”
“What the hell!?”
The exclamation bursts out from behind us. I turn to see Ken standing in the doorway.
The look on his face is priceless. He’s so shocked. This moment is utterly absurd in so many ways. I escaped clean and fucked it up by coming here. And now Ken’s woken up from a deep sleep to find me in his brother’s room. This is ridiculous. We are three utterly fucked people. All we want is to be together, but we can’t because of a past none of us had any control over, but now they have to punish me for it. And themselves. How fucking stupid.
I can’t help but laugh.
That might be the single biggest mistake of my life.
Ken crosses the room, grabs me by the wrist, and yanks me out of Tom’s arms.
“What the hell are you doing here?” He thunders the question down at me. He’s wearing nothing but boxer shorts. It’s been a while since I saw his body like this, the muscular planes, the breadth of his shoulders. He’s so fucking hot. Especially when he’s angry. And right now, he’s furious.
“I came to see Tom.”
“She’s running away,” Tom says, dropping me right in it.
“Mary!” Ken says my name like a curse. “Mary what the hell? How did you…”
I am not telling him how I did what I did. That’s for me to know and him to review on the security footage.
“Do you have any idea what would have happened if you’d actually gotten away? You could have been declared an enemy of the state!” He snarls the words at me, his fists curled in my shirt.
“Who cares?” I damn near yell back at him.
“I care, Mary. I fucking goddamn well fucking care,” he swears. “Goddamn, girl.”
I’ve never seen him this close to losing control. Ever. Anger is coming off him in waves to the point I am actually frightened. He has never harmed me before, but he might really hurt me this time.
The ground starts to slide away beneath my feet as Ken drags me out of the house and puts me into his car, picking me up and more or less tossing me inside it. “Don’t fucking move,” he snarls in at me, his eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared.
The car door slams shut, and I am left alone.
KEN
“Watch her,” I instruct Tom before I go back inside and get dressed. It takes me no more than sixty seconds to yank my clothes on. They’re sixty long, furious seconds. I can’t believe Mary. She seems to make things worse for herself almost on purpose. I thought she understood that she was being given a second chance. A last chance. Apparently she understands nothing.
Tom is standing guard outside, still in his pajamas. He pulls me aside before I get into the car.
“I know you’re pissed,” he says. “And you have every right to be, but…”
“I don’t want to hear buts right now,” I growl.
“I know” he says. “And that’s exactly why you need to hear one. She’s a brat.”
“This goes way past bratty.”
“Agreed, but, Ken. She came here. Where she had to know she’d be caught. She ran away to home. She missed us.”
“So? Everybody misses their families. You think we can have a military or secret service where people just sneak off home mid-war because they need some snuggles?”
“She’s been through a lot.”
“I know. I know exactly what she’s been through. And I know exactly what she’s doing. She’s proved a point. We can’t hold her. She can get out whenever she wants. I’ve spent weeks working on this girl and it’s done precisely fuck all.”
I am beyond frustrated. I am angry. Deeply angry, because either I’m going to have to lie to cover for her, or she’s going to likely lose her chance to be rehabilitated at all.
Tom nods and steps back. “Okay,” he says. “Just know. This isn’t your fault. You did your best.”
His words are well intentioned but they just piss me off. This cannot be my best. Having the woman I love sitting in the car crying, waiting for me to take her back to a facility she hates to put her through training which makes me a brutal, cold taskmaster is not the best. I’d say it was the worst, but I know things can always be worse.
“I’m going to take her back, Tom. Don’t wait up.”
I get into the car. She’s sitting next to me quietly and she doesn’t say a word as I start it and get on the road. For about twenty minutes, we drive in silence, heading out of the city. As we get out of the suburbs, she tries one more time.
“We could just go.”
“What?” I snap the question, my eyes never leaving the road.
“You could just drive somewhere inland. We could go and hide in the mountains. We could be together. You could not have to hate me.”
Her voice is so sm
all and so plaintive I almost feel sorry for her. But I can’t. She wants to run away to escape the consequences of her actions. It’s what she always does. She has no idea how to resolve trouble she finds herself in. She doesn’t even seem to understand that it can be done.
“I don’t hate you.”
That’s all I say. For the rest of the journey, we say silent. She can tell I’m taking her back, and I’m not in the mood to discuss the matter. My mind is on the near future, when we’re both going to face the fallout from this little stunt.
Sure enough, on return I find the place lit up like the Fourth of July. There are armed guards everywhere. The moment we come to a halt inside the gates, they swarm the car and they take Mary into custody. It’s like a zombie movie, except instead of brains, they just want her. She goes quietly, thank god, not that she has much choice considering how many people are on her. Took fewer people to catch Bin Laden.
I’m torn between wanting to kick the ass of everyone who dares lay a hand on her, and feeling a sense of satisfaction that she’s getting the treatment she deserves.
That satisfaction doesn’t last long. I’m next out of the car. And of course, someone wants to see me.
“How do you explain this, Ares?”
The Head is not pleased. When this woman isn’t pleased, you damn well know it. She’s not a tall woman, but she has a presence which can fill the room. And she’s not a particularly attractive woman by merit physical features alone, but she has a steel about her which makes her unique and in her time she has bought many, many men to their knees.
I’ve been called into her office and I’m standing on a small rug in front of her desk like a damn schoolboy. Her hair is down, because like almost everybody else currently on site, she was called in from sleep to deal with the breach. In other words, Mary.
“Well, ma’am. It would appear that the subject took it upon herself to escape after I had left the premises.”