Chapter 14 Tiff
Carter’s visit had swirled my emotions into an overwhelming cocktail.
He had been gone for an hour now and part of me furious with him and the other part was .
.. confused arousal. He’d imprisoned me and humiliated me; even in his kindness, he treated me like an animal (a prize cow he was very proud of owning, but still an animal).
Despite that, I couldn’t just be angry. His words were full of sincere admiration, praising my body.
After all, he didn’t have to be nice considering he had total control already.
I felt appreciated for what I was. Even if it was by a maniacal sociopath.
He made me feel seen and kind of beautiful in a way that was foreign, confusing, and obviously wrong considering he’d been bathing me and had ignored my protests while taking care of me.
Seeing his big cock bulging against his pants and his piercing blue eyes did things to me. He inspired thoughts I wasn’t proud of.
My stomach growled, distracting me. The single granola bar hadn’t put a dent in my hunger. I heard boot-clad footsteps and spotted a salmon-colored paint suit even before I saw the two henchmen in white jumpsuits that scored the semi-familiar woman.
“Unlock her,” Susan said.
They did. First, they removed the straps and manacles from the device that kept me locked there and pinned.
They guided me to my feet, focused on me like I was an escape risk.
I didn’t even try to run. I was barely able to stand.
When I did, the guards placed their hands under my shoulders to help me stay up.
“What’s happening? Are you – Are you letting me go?”
“No,” Susan answered, deadpan. “Mr. Hill has ordered you to go get your blood drawn and to get your medical check-up, to see if you can join the other girls at the atrium room.”
“Atrium room?”
Susan didn’t explain anything, merely gestured at the guards to help me walk or prompt me to walk.
They had cattle prods in their hands. I wasn’t delusional to the point of thinking I had any chance of beating them in my state.
So I didn’t resist. I didn’t want to be shocked.
Instead, I followed Susan through the stalls and down a concrete corridor outside them, leading to a double set of doors.
We went to a green, polished room that reminded me of an old-fashioned hospital, although without windows.
There was some fresh air being pumped through some ventilators, making my nipples immediately stiffen.
“Sit on that chair. Nurse Jackie will take your blood,” Susan informed me.
A woman approached me. As she got closer, I noted more about her.
She wore a mask to conceal her face, had a short black bob, and dark eyeliner visible.
She was wearing a very short dress that, while colored like the scrubs of a nurse, had the cut and the tightness of a body-con dress.
I sat in place, just watching her. Jackie said nothing as she began taking my blood.
I winced as the needle pierced me and turned my attention to Susan. “Why is this e-even necessary? Why do you care?”
“Why do we care? Because we want to give everyone in our care the best possible health treatment, diet, etc. Your well-being matters and this is an important step in helping us figure out what you need,” she explained
“If you cared about my well-being, you’d let me go,” I whispered.
Susan didn’t respond to what I said. She simply shrugged. As Jackie pulled the needle out of my arm, she gave me a tall glass of water and a small plastic cup.
“Wh-What’s that for?”
“Urine analysis,” Jackie said.
“You need urine too?”
“And a nose swab, mouth swab, and vaginal swab,” she listed.
“V-vaginal?”
“Very important,” Jackie said, not understanding my shock.
Susan offered no mercy. Since there was no other option, I just submitted.
I let them take all the samples they wanted, weigh me, measure me, and weigh my breasts on a very weird scale.
I was given a juice box and a cookie for my trouble, and honestly, I was so hungry that I appreciated it.
After my tests, I lingered naked under the watchful gaze of the guards for what felt like an hour before Susan came out from the lab with Jackie and signaled the guards to escort me towards the ‘Atrium.’
The Atrium was a strange place; built underground like the rest, the ceiling was covered in ‘windows,’ that let in a lot of sunlight.
Not direct sunlight, because the sun was far above us, but instead it bounced off a complicated chain of mirrors and then washed out into the room.
The walls were covered in projections of what looked like a stereotypical farm in rural America.
Beautiful blue skies and endless fields of gold corn showed around us, complete with movement to mimic wind flowing.
There were picnic tables around the Atrium and dozens of naked women milling around.
Some were sitting at tables and chatting.
Some were jogging, with their massive tits bouncing up and down, and some were practicing yoga with mats turned to face the fake sun on the wall.
I got some very strong ‘cult’ vibes, since they seemed so happy and unbothered. Then I spotted Wren.
She was sitting alone at a picnic table. This was my chance. I rushed there, and she looked up at me with vague recognition. “Tiff?”
“Wren!” I said, surprised that she knew who I was, given the state she was in the last time I saw her. “You recognize me?”
“Yeah, of course I do. Just surprised to see you here.”
“Surprised? You saw me yesterday.”
“I did?” Wren asked.
I tried to ignore her naked body in front of me as I sat down and touched her arm softly. “You weren’t yourself.”
“Oh … It must’ve been during my milk frenzy. Sorry, Tiff. I was out of it.”
“So, they drugged you?”
“Drugged? No, no. The only thing I was high on was my own pleasure, you know?” She laughed softly.
I couldn’t understand why she was this happy. Had they brainwashed her? Had she really been here long enough to forget that we were being held hostage?
I leaned closer. “Look, I think we need to work together.”
“To do what?”
“To escape. This place, I mean.”
“Escape? Tiff, why would I want to leave?” Wren asked, genuinely confused.
“Are you serious? They’re holding us hostage here. They’re using us like - like sex toys and cattle and…”
“And milking us,” Wren said, shuddering in visible pleasure as she thought about it. “Damn, I’m going to start lactating if you keep talking about it.”
I lifted an eyebrow, in silent shock. I was about to ask Wren if she was insane when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Hey, Wren. Is this bitch bothering you?”
I recognized Jen’s voice immediately, and fury began to well inside me. I wasn’t normally the type to fight, but I’d had enough. I bit my tongue to stay in place.
“No, Jen,” Wren said timidly. “I was just leaving. Let’s go do yoga, yeah?”
“Go ahead, Wren. I’ll join you,” Jen said, before turning to me. “As soon as I explain to this unwanted heifer here what the hierarchy is.”
“Hierarchy? Are you insane? We’re hostages! And you’re over here playing high-school politics?” I demanded.
Jen’s expression darkened into something vicious. She grabbed one of my tits and twisted it painfully, watching me with sadistic delight that carried an underlying threat.
“I liked you more when you had that mouth spreader and couldn’t talk, bitch. Now, look here, the first thing you need to know-”
Jen never saw it coming. I never threw a punch in my life, but it felt good, even if my body reacted without a thought.
The loud ‘crack’ of my fist against her face was followed by her releasing my breast, wobbling backwards and falling on the floor.
I was shocked at myself, yet extremely satisfied.
It was wrong to like it – violence wasn’t something I was supposed to enjoy, but seeing her huge eyes and the red mark I’d left on her cheek . .. it was satisfying.
“You crazy cunt!” Jen shouted from the ground.
To continue the beating or apologize for losing my temper when I felt a mosquito sting on my neck.
And as I brought my hand to it, I felt the fluffy fletching of a tranquilizer dart.
My vision blurred, my legs wobbled, and before I could even bring myself to sit down on the bench near us, I collapsed.
It all went black.