by TylerRose.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Good. A meal will come to you quickly once you’re in your room. You’re going to rest for a couple days and then we’ll do a new scan and see where we are.”
“Will you up my medicine or stop it?”
“I don’t know yet,” he said with a small sigh.
“I’d rather stop them entirely. Thor has offered to heal it all,” she said.
He pulled up the stool to sit, actually intending to spend more than fifteen seconds with her.
“Mally, you think you’ve made a deal with devils in being here, right?” he asked.
“Pretty much, yeah. But the devils aren’t holding up their end of the bargain.”
“Thor is the king of the devils in this place. You will get far more than you ever bargained for in dealing with him. So you think very carefully about what you think you want versus what it may actually mean. Our choice at this time is to increase your medication to prevent the tumors from firing off as intensely. We may also have to cease all sexual activity and put you on complete hands-off status.”
“Then what would be the point of my being here?” she asked. “To keep me alive to die a slower death? I was trying to avoid that in the first fucking place. I do understand what he’s offering me. This kinda seals the deal. I want what he’s offering. I can’t keep doing this. When I was first diagnosed, I saw this kind of thing happening in my future. That future is here. If these assholes won’t kill me, then I need him to kill and resurrect me.”
“You’re that certain?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I’ll discuss it with the House Master and President,” he said, and sent her with a guard back to her room.
Ordered to lie on the sofa or in bed and rest, there would be no serving in the Manor for the time being. Her supper was brought by the guard who had been fucking her when it happened. He sat with her at the table while she ate.
“Doctor’s orders, in case you have a seizure while eating,” he explained when she said she could eat alone. “It means I get to be sure you’re okay. That was scary for us all.”
“I’m sure. Yes, I’m fine. I’m tired is all. And sore. Happily sore in all the right places. They should book you for a rematch. Maybe you have to escort me somewhere and stop in a conveniently empty side room or something.”
“That would be great fun,” he smiled, glad she would be willing after so terrible an event.
After the meal, she got her blanket from the bed to lie on the sofa.
“It’s more comfortable when I’ve had a bigger event. I can fall asleep whenever.”
“Let her,” he heard in his ear.
“Okay. I’ll take your dishes out.”
“Bring me the cat. She can’t run out if I’m holding her.”
“They all do that, you know. So don’t feel bad when yours escapes. There is literally nowhere for them to go but they do it anyway,” he said.
He captured Chutney coming out of the bathroom and carried her over to the sofa.
“You need a diet, cat,” he teased good-naturedly.
Mally laughed. “She’s a big girl.”
Cat on her belly and chest, Mally held her close and rubbed around her ear the way kitty liked best. Within half a minute, Chutney was a purring machine with paws kneading Mally’s chest.
The guard needed a minute with the door open, to carry the supper tray out. The second guard held the door, and gave Mally a nod. She remembered him from the guard house too.
“Have a good night,” they both said before the door closed.
She released Chutney but the cat didn’t want to go. They lounged together on the sofa, watching movies and talking, napping now and then.
In the morning, she was given toast and juice before being taken to the doctor. Lying on the exam table, the dye solution was injected. The scanner rolled up to the end of the table, was clamped firmly into place, and she scooched backwards to place her head on the cushioned rest.
She had to hold still as possible for the five minute cycle. At least it was a fraction of the time of the hospital’s machine. She had to suffer that thing for half an hour. When it was done, she could get down and go into his office to wait. The House Master was arriving and they sat alone for a moment before the doctor came in.
“Have you ever had a scan so quickly after a big seizure?” the doctor asked.
“I can’t say for sure. I can’t remember.”
“It looks like fifteen or so tumors all fired off at once, causing the seizure. They are now all but gone, leaving little slivers of dye to be seen. There are about another twenty five currently visible. Several have increased in size since your last hospital scan. I want to perform a scan every two days, to see if new ones sprout or if these old ones regrow.”
“You think they don’t go away? They release their adrenaline, deflate, and then refill over time until they fire off again?” she asked.
“That is my hypothesis, yes.”
“At what point do I stop being a prisoner and become a science project?” she asked. “I never wanted any of this. I wanted to die for a reason. Here’s the reason, big as life. Thor made me an offer. Let him do it.”
“It is being discussed, I promise you,” the House Master said. “Until a decision is reached, you are to rest. The guard will take you back to your room.”
She stomped her way out as much as she could stomp in bare feet, the guard having to hurry out of his seat to catch up to her out in the corridor. She paced back and forth as he punched in his code for the first door. Soon as she was inside it, she put her back to the wall and sank down to the floor to cry.
“Fucking asshole bastards don’t get it,” she muttered. “I have to live this nightmare because they decided to grow a fucking conscience. Shoulda killed myself and let my family deal with the mess.”
Chutney was there, trying to comfort her distressed and sad friend with a tapping paw on her arm. The storm passing, Mally pulled the cat up onto her belly and chest to hold a moment.
The guard, the same big one, gave her the time, telling the voice in his ear a quiet “just a minute.” He gave her another twenty seconds to compose herself.
“Mally, I have to move another girl on this corridor. I can’t until you’re in your room.”
She sniffed back the lingering tears and made her way to her feet. Her door was already open. She went in and it closed as soon as she was clear.
At once her eyes set about searching. What could she use? How could she end it herself? She came up with her suit. It was thin enough. She took it into the bathroom with her, tied it around her neck, stood on the short side of the shower stall and reached the rest of the suit over the bar. Pulling, she took out all the stretch and was reaching to tie it off when her door burst open and two guards stalked and stomped in to take her down and untie the fabric from around her neck.
She hit and kicked, cursing every foul word she knew until they put her face down on the floor and cuffed her wrists at her back.
They stood her up to walk out and to the first cell inside the block on the opposite side of the large corridor. It was across from the doctor’s office and the doctor was already there with a syringe in hand. Still cursing at them, she was rendered unconscious.
Her last words before falling asleep were a whimpering “Just let me die.”
Chapter Three
Thor’s wrathful glare, as it flashed over them all, was as hot and lasting as any holocaust of hell. He reached to turn off the screens with a flip of a single switch and that same glower scorched over them once more.
“But I am the King of the Devils for offering her health and peace,” he said to the House Master with a painfully sharp point. “The decision is made for us by her actions. I will take possession of her and lay out the rules for her continued existence in the Manor. When she wakes, tell her that I will see her in due course and she is to be on her best behavior or she will answer to me for it. I’m sure she will not
have to wait more than a few days. No one touches her until I return for her unless I send specific instructions.”
“As you command, Your Grace,” the President replied.
“You all need to rethink your purpose here,” Thor left them with, teleporting back to his office in the Doyen Confederacy.
When the House Master returned to his own office, after killing two prisoners, he found the list of new prisoners that had arrived and a message waiting from Thor. A list of instructions regarding Mally that began with asking her what sexual experiences she wanted to have in the next five days and letting her pick out what nightgowns she’d like to wear from an included selection.
Item: She hadn’t been outside since arriving at the Manor. She was to be assigned the guard of her choice and taken out on a daily walk, allowed to go in the pool if she wanted to.
Item: No one was to touch her if she didn’t want them to and she could masturbate if she wanted.
Item: She was not to be given any medications except for over the counter analgesics if needed for headaches.
Item: The price for her death was now death at Thor’s hands.
Item: No tags were to be on her collar ever again.
Item: If she misbehaved, she was not to be immediately punished. She was to be removed to her room and the transgression written into a record that Thor would review when he returned. He would deal with her himself if he felt the transgression warranted it.
Hank forwarded the message to the President with a note that he would see to it once Mally was awake, which was likely to be another hour. In the meantime, the new girl for room K was brought to him for her introduction meeting.
K was a weepy girl, sentenced to die for killing a man while at gunpoint herself. The law was the law, and made no exceptions for coercion. So she was brought to the Manor to replace the girl who had been executed a week earlier when she’d spat at an Earl.
“But I don’t want to have sex with every guy in the place,” new K protested.
“Your life is no longer about what you want,” he told her, as he had many dozens of girls over the years. “You will do what you are told and you will cooperate or you will be punished. Refuse to cooperate too frequently and they’ll tire of you and kill you. It’s that simple.”
She stared up at him, on the verge of tears again. He decided to forgo the initiation blow job.
“You’ll be taken back to your room now and your instructions will appear shortly.”
She left and he remained with his thoughts. He went over that list again and went to see Mally in the infirmary. She was just waking from the sedative.
“Feel better?” he asked when she looked at him.
“Fuck you.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He pulled up the doctor’s stool to sit on. “I have new instructions regarding your keeping. Thor has taken you into his possession. He cannot come to take you In Hand for a few days. You are to tell me what sexual experiences you want to have in the next five days. You are to pick out what nightgowns you’d like to wear from a selection I’ve forwarded to your room view screen. You’ll see it when I take you back in a few minutes. You’ve not been outside since arriving at the Manor. You will be assigned the guard of your choice and taken out on a daily walk. You can swim in the pool if you want. From now on, no one is to touch you if you don’t want them to. You can masturbate if you feel like it, with no punishment or chastisement. Also, your medications will be stopped except for something you might need for a headache.”
He looked up from his data pad to see her staring at him dully.
“You’re shitting me, right? You’ll take me out to the pool and there will be six men waiting to fuck me.”
“Only if you want there to be. I assure you it is true. So if you will come with me, we’ll get you a meal and you can tell me who and how you want to fuck over the next week. Then you can go out for a walk and a swim.”
“You are seriously telling me you are all hands off?”
“I am. What do you want?” he asked, reaching his fingers to the collar to remove the tag of Spite that she still wore.
“I can tell you right now I’m bored as fuck sitting alone all the time in my room. I’ll tell you when I need to rest. Give me to the guards during the day. There’s always someone there, if you’re worried about me being alone after today. They will take better care of me than any of you. That guard who was doing me when I had the seizure, I want to spend time alone with him off camera somewhere.”
“Okay. Go with the guards back to your room. A meal will arrive. I think you know that if you try to kill yourself again, it will be Thor who deals with you.”
“I haven’t decided if I care,” she replied, and sat up to dangle her legs over the side of the bed.
He reached a hand to help her.
“I can get off a bed by myself, thank you. I’m not a fucking invalid.”
“So a seizure doesn’t change your disposition much,” he noted.
“Why the fuck would it?” she said, waiting at the door for him to open it.
He tapped on it, the guard outside opening for them.
“Take her to her room and then come see me in my office,” he told the guard.
“Yes, House Master.”
She broke all propriety by taking the guard’s arm for the walk across the corridor and to her own door. The House Master said nothing, going to the end of the corridor to return to the Manor.
“Are you married?” she asked. “Engaged?”
“No,” he replied, opening the door. “Why?”
“He’s probably going to ask you if you would mind spending more time with me. I can have any guard I want as an escort. I’m allowed to go outside to walk and swim in the pool. I’ve asked already to be given to the guards during the day when I’m bored.”
“You’re not going to work in the Manor anymore?” he asked.
“Correct. So will you?”
“We’ll see what the House Master actually says to me.”
She said nothing more, letting him close the door.
He went directly to the House Master’s office and was told pretty much all the same things that she’d just said. Then Thor came onto a video screen for a three way discussion on his duties. He would still be a guard, Thor told him, but as time went on he would spend more and more time with Mally. Thor had specific instructions, some he let the House Master hear and others he gave directly to the guard via telephone handset.
“Where would we spend time alone?” the guard asked when the conversation went three ways again.
“A bed can be put into one of the viewing rooms,” the House Master suggested.
“Room Q is empty upstairs. The membership hasn’t been auctioned off yet,” Thor said. “I want her comfortable. It is to be her room from now on. I’m sure you have another girl to be moved into Room L of the prison.”
“That is true,” the House Master said and turned to the guard. “You can take her there after you take her for a walk on the grounds. Do you have any outside commitment you need to make in the next week?”
“No. I’m not married. I don’t have any pet. My apartment is in a security building. I’m sure my cactus will survive.”
“Then it is decided. She is to have no idea when I might arrive,” Thor said.
“Yes, Sir,” the guard said, and Thor ended the call from his side of the screen.
“Go to the kitchen and get her meal,” the House Master said. “Then spend your time with her as you and she choose until tomorrow morning. Thor won’t be coming for several days, I’m sure. If she’s occupied, she will not mind so much, and I won’t have to constantly be checking on her. I’ll call the room if I need to speak with either of you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Mally very much enjoyed her meal, knowing she was going outside when it was finished. They walked down the terraces to the tennis court, back up and around the side lawn where the golf courses were. She pointed out what she could
see from the small window in her bathroom. When she wanted to go into the pool, he took her down. There were no swimsuits for the women. She took her nightgown off and tossed it aside and dove into the deep end to swim. He was slower to get in, coming down the wide steps in the corner. Much of the pool was shaded by an awning, preventing sunburn.
He was nude as well and she found the notion of having sex right there, with members and other lettered girls watching, highly arousing.
“I don’t even know your name,” she said. “Except the last name embroidered on your work shirt.”
“Dan. Short for Danail. And you are Mally, short for?”
“Nix Mary.”
“Kneez Mally,” he repeated, making her smile to hear her full name for the first time since her first day here.
“I like to hear you say it,” she said, her legs going around his waist in the water as he put her back to the side of the pool.
He could stand at the midpoint before the drop off, the almost chest-high water making it easy to hold her up. She sank down while he pumped his cock upward into her. She gave a soft groan-moan, arms going over the edge of the pool to hold herself up. He took two steps backwards to take away her support.
“No,” he said when her hands sought his arms. “Put your arms out and lie back on the water. Let yourself float.”
His hands gripped tight around her hips and ass, to hold her to him, and she eased herself backwards until she was lying on the water. Her breaths came in short jerks as she performed so difficult an act of trust. He didn’t thrust, but flexed his muscles to make his cock pulsate inside her. Her channel clenched in response and within a minute she was struggling with orgasm and floating.
“Hold your breath,” he told her.
She took a big one and his large hand pressed down on her chest while he lowered to his knees under the water. She used her finger and thumb to close her nose. When they were no longer sinking, she opened her eyes to see him fully under the water with her spiked onto his cock. He held the position for only about fifteen seconds before sliding her off to go to the surface.