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The room was warm.
Compared to the rest of the care center, anyway. It was something that Victor Gideon enjoyed in whichever section he was working. Something you soon became used to by proxy.
In your early days at the care center, you somehow piqued his interest. You weren’t sure why. Aside from the affliction keeping you here, there wasn’t anything particularly special about you. Not that you knew of.
Regardless of this, he’d started pulling you around with him. He used the excuse of ‘observation’ when it began, but the facade of it being for your care was quick to fade.
It started with gentle touches. His hands lingered too long on your shoulders, occasionally dropping them down to your knees when he would kneel before you. Mostly when you sat. Completely inappropriate coming from your doctor.
But you never asked him to stop. You never encouraged it, either. And yet, he took this as an invitation to go even further. To see how far he could push you.
Most afternoons would consist of you sitting on his lap while he filed paperwork. It would start with gentle touches to your hips and murmured affections in your ear. Before you knew it, he would order you to get yourself off in his lap. And you always did.
Punishment wasn’t something you were keen on exploring with him.
Eventually, though, your interactions hit a peak as his hands started to wander where they shouldn’t. Rather than being content with the show you often put on for him, he would finger you with those ridiculously long digits of his. All while strongly encouraging you to touch him in return.
It wasn’t… the worst. But it often left you wondering if he really had your best interests in mind.
The medications he often prescribed you felt like they did more harm than good. It left you groggy, weak, dependant.
And that’s precisely why you had to leave. Or… why you tried to leave.
Your whole stay at the care center was involuntary anyway, and if you weren’t going to actually be treated as a patient, then what was the point in staying?
But your escape swiftly came to an end when you were caught. Never even making it off the property. You were dragged back, and your actions were quickly reported to the one overseeing your care. Dr. Victor Gideon.
So here you sat. Warm in his office with your head bowed, cheeks tinted from the embarrassment that was coursing through you. Your hands squeeze the fabric of your patient gown to distract your brain with anything else.
“You’re shaking,” Gideon commented, his usually soft voice set to something more neutral. It made your heart drop, forcing you to fall into old habits, knowing he must be so disappointed with you.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. Not fully committing to a longer sentence. What else was there to say?
“You don’t have to apologize for shaking. I’d rather you apologize for running off the way you did.”
You bit down on your bottom lip anxiously. A pit formed in your stomach as you lowered your head further, trying to appear as small as you could before him. Wishing you could disappear altogether to avoid the shame.
He sighed before you heard the legs of his chair scrape the floor, followed by his footsteps beginning to approach you. What was he coming so close for? To force you to look at him, force you to apologize properly?
Or maybe he wanted to hurt you. You never saw him as overtly violent or aggressive, but you felt as if there was something more violent lurking beneath the surface. Something that could easily be ignited with the right stimuli.
This was it. He was going to slap you, hit you; he would-
“It’s cute to see you so meek, but you don’t need to be afraid of me. I’m not angry.” He murmured while placing a large hand on top of your head. Fingers threading through your hair to gently massage your scalp.
A good amount of your fear melted away at the small show of affection. It was something familiar. Something that told your brain that everything was okay. But still, you held a healthy amount of caution in your heart.
“You must have been feeling so restless. Cabin fever, perhaps?” His hand continued to pet you gently. Coaxing you into a more relaxed state. “It’s understandable, of course. I just wish you would have come to me first. We could have worked something out. You’re special to me.”
Though his words were sweet, it wasn’t cabin fever that made you run. But now, with his comfort, you found it harder to justify your reasons for escape. Was this really so bad?
“I’m sorry,” you repeated, a bit more genuine this time. “I… I just… I don’t know. I was stupid. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
He didn’t refute your self-deprecating words. Instead, he let the hand that had been petting you descend to your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing over the space under your eye.
“We all have our moments of weakness. You’re only human, after all.” He lowered himself to his knees in front of you. A common tactic that you noticed he would use when he was trying to make you feel seen and heard. “But… you’re not completely off the hook yet.”
Both of his hands slid down to your thighs. His thumbs rubbed the plush inner parts, massaging slow circles into the fat and muscle. All causing his breath to hitch with what seemed like a small trace of excitement.
“I want to believe you’re still willing to get better, but you can understand how I might doubt your… sincerity after what happened.” As he explained this, he reached down to grab a plastic case from his pocket with something pink inside. You quickly identified it as the medication he often supplied you with. “Let’s get you back on track.”
When you didn’t immediately reach out to take it, he took matters into his hands and pushed the pill towards your lips. You pressed your lips shut. Not willing to wait for them to open, he unceremoniously shoved two thick digits into the small space of your mouth. Forcing the pill to the back of your throat alongside the tips of his fingers.
You gagged, but his fingers persisted. Pushing the pill until it had no choice but to slide down your throat. Gideon looked satisfied enough, but his fingers remained. Probing and sliding across your tongue, keeping it pinned flat to the bottom of your mouth.
You whined for a moment before his fingers finally slid out. Allowing you to breathe without the obstruction in your throat.
“I can’t tell if you defy me because you like to be treated like that, or if you were lying about being sorry… hm.” Victor tilted his head while inspecting your face. “You truly are a fascinating specimen. I truly learn more from you with every visit.”
You had to catch yourself from apologizing again. Knowing it would just make you seem more pathetic than you already felt. He gave your bottom lip a swipe with his thumb before standing up to his full height once again.
“Would you like to prove yourself to me?” He asked softly. Like you had a choice.
You nodded, looking up at him as you were sitting at hip height to him. He placed a large hand over your head to ruffle your hair. Petting you like you were a dog. Again.
“Good girl, excellent,” he hummed while he reached for the ouroboros buckle of his belt. You did your best not to look away. Mostly because you’d rather he pet you than grip your hair to control your gaze. Something he never shied away from.
You watched as he finally brought the hand on top of your head back towards his body, his fingers unbuttoning his slacks before unzipping the fly at an achingly slow pace. Knowing that he was only prolonging this weird loyalty ritual.
Well, weird wasn’t the word to use. That would imply this was something out of the ordinary for you. But this was your life now. Your whole world, with him at the center.
So, you leaned forward to nuzzle your cheek into his thigh, looking up at him as you did.
“Aw,” he cooed condescendingly, smiling at you as he let his pants fall to mid-thigh, along with whatever underwear he had been wearing. Something dark. You weren’t fully paying attention. “Look at you.”
His cock bobbed free, the weight of it causing it to land on your shoulder at this proximity. Already hard, warm, and throbbing for attention. No doubt leaking precum down your back.
“I’ll take care of it,” you affirmed, voice soft as you took hold of him. Your hand fails to wrap fully around his shaft as you lean back, just enough so that the tip bumps against your lips. It was honestly a miracle you were able to fit him in any of your holes before.
You lapped over the pre that leaked from his slit, feeling his cock kick in your hand. It was like muscle memory for you as your mouth moved on its own. Kissing and lapping over the head and foreskin, allowing your mouth to kiss towards the base.
His large hand returned to your head, but not to control your movements. Thank god.
Instead, he watched as you worshiped him in one of the few ways you knew how. His breaths grew deeper as he tried to keep himself from finishing too early, as the sight of you groveling was almost enough to make him spill.
Almost.
As your mouth worked its way to the very end of his cock again, he took hold of the base with his loose hand, using his grip to slap it against your cheek. You flinched just slightly due to its size.
“Don’t tease me now. I might just grow impatient.” He purred, giving you a smile that told you subtly to get to work. So, you nodded.
“Y-Yeah, uh, I was… just about to. Get started, I mean.”
As promised, you opened your mouth and took a deep breath, slowly lowering your mouth onto him. Opening as wide as you could to fit his cock in your mouth. It made your jaw ache.
But Victor seemed pleased despite your clear discomfort, if his low groan was anything to go by. So you tried to take more of him, barely making it halfway down before you were gagging and trying to pull back.
On any normal occasion, he usually allowed you to pull back to get a breath. Instead, his fingers gripped the hair on your head before pulling you back down.
Damn it. The one thing that you always hated about giving him head.
You gagged again, looking up at him with tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. The sight made him twitch against your tongue.
“Forgiveness isn’t something that comes easily, pet. You’re not stupid; you must know how worked up your betrayal has me.” His fingers squeezed your hair hard, making you whine around him. Tears finally falling. “I’m trying my hardest not to let my base emotions influence this. Lust, anger...”
He pulled you down more, breaching your throat with his cock. Blocking your airway.
“But with you, I just find it so challenging to keep my emotions in check,” Victor sighed wistfully, forcing himself deeper until only a few inches remained.
Your throat convulsed around him, trying to suck in a breath through your nose. Squeezing around him in a way that made him moan. You tried to whimper, to protest with your noises, anything to get him to let you breathe.
“What was that? Ah, I know you’re happy, dear. So worked up that it’s got you crying, hm?” Victor taunted while using the hand that wasn’t gripping your hair to wipe a tear away. “Or… ah, you want to breathe?”
“Mhh!” You attempted to hum, but it sounded more garbled. Your eyelids fluttered, the lack of oxygen threatening your consciousness.
After what felt like minutes but was realistically seconds, he finally pulled you back to let you breathe. And you did. You sucked down air like a fish returned to water. Coughing and sputtering.
“Not bad. I know you would have been able to get deeper if I let you go at your own pace, but as I said, you’ve made me a bit impatient tonight.” Victor explained. Nonchalant as he shrugged off his snakeskin lab coat along with his leather vest.
You decided to take initiative, too. Shrugging out of the hospital gown you’d been fitted in after being brought back. Victor looked pleased at this but didn’t outwardly say it.
You both stared at each other for a brief moment. You were waiting for a command, and he was waiting to see how much further your obedience would push you. Finally, you broke the silence.
“Do you… want me on the desk? Or on your lap?” The question came almost timidly. Not making a plea for what you wanted, but instead trying to please.
His lips ticked up into a more genuine smile now. Taking more kindly to the submission returning to you.
“Ah, asking the tough questions, I see. Come, sit on my lap.” Victor spoke as he moved back towards his desk, sitting in the large seat that was made to accommodate both his height and overall size. Though it groaned under him.
You shakily stood up, bare aside from your underwear, as you closed the distance. But before you could climb into his lap, he stopped you with a firm hand on your hip.
“Ah-ah. Those too. Take them off.”
Holding back an annoyed sigh, you hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your underwear before sliding it off. Exposing your sex to him in a way that you were used to. Though you avoided eye contact while doing so.
“It’s kind of… gross. Sitting on that chair naked.” You commented before considering how rude it sounded. He gave you a look that said his patience was running thin.
You took the hint. Taking small steps, you approached him, slowly letting yourself climb into his lap as he’d ordered. He helped your ascent as he gripped you by your hips, pulling you up and positioning you over his cock. Your thighs slotted on either side of his as you faced him.
Or rather spread, as your knees could hardly reach the chair at this angle in his lap.
Though hard, his cock didn’t lift to his stomach. No, the weight of it kept it pointed forward. So, he gripped the base, one hand remaining on your hip as he quickly sought your hole out.
“You’re wet. Clearly you enjoy my affection, so what on Earth possessed you to run away?” Gideon asked softly, lips pressed against your ear. His voice sent warm air over your sensitive lobe, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
Your thoughts were muddled as he rubbed the head of his cock through your folds. Bumping over your clit occasionally as he hesitated to push inside. Clearly waiting on your answer.
“You… you use me… you’re not… I don’t think you’re trying to help me get better…” You finally voiced the thoughts you’d been bottling up for a while now. Your hands that were holding his shoulders for support now squeezed him. “I think… you don’t want me to get better. You want me worse than when I came in.”
The words caught him off guard. You could tell by the way his movements slowed and the way his eyes shifted as they looked at you. Really looked at you.
“You really think I don’t want you getting better?” He asked, urging your hips down. Down onto him as his tip notched against your entrance. With your pussy being so wet, it wasn’t a struggle for him to inch the head in. “You truly think I would take so much interest in you to just… what? Break you? If I wanted you broken, I wouldn’t bother doing this with you.”
You whimpered as he slowly lowered you. It was… tender, almost. Every so often he would just force his entire length in just to see the face you would make. To hear the noises you would produce. But now? He was talking you through that brutal stretch.
“I want you more than better. I want you transcendent. I do this because I…” For a minute, you’re convinced he might say it’s because he loves you. But he doesn’t. Instead, he finds more careful words. “Because I care for you. No one else will ever care for you the way I do.”
With one last steady push of his hips, he finally bottomed out inside of you. A low groan escaped his mouth as the thick veins on his shaft throbbed in the impossibly tight space. Though being wet definitely aided him, there was still no easy way to accommodate his girth.
“You need to understand that I do this for your own good,” Gideon growled against your ear. Taking a nip at it to make you gasp. Both hands found your hips again, squeezing. “Brace yourself.”
That was all the warning he gave before he was lifting your body, letting his shaft drag against your sensitive, slippery walls before pulling you back down. His hips driving upward in the process to impale you.
As a result, the tip of his cock jabbed rudely at your cervix, making you dig your nails into the meat of his shoulder. A sharp cry left your lips.
“See? Think of yourself when you were first brought to Rhodes Hill. Quiet, weak… the you from before would have sobbed at this kind of… stimulation.” Gideon spoke so matter-of-factly as he began to openly fuck you. Setting a brutal but steady pace. “Look at you now. Squeezing me perfectly, drooling on me. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
And it did. It felt horribly good. Just being used as his fleshlight had your clit throbbing. Fully untouched and yet so stiff and hard. Aching for him to just rub it. Each bump of his pelvis against that bundle of nerves had you seeing stars.
“F-Fuck, s’too much… f-feels too… hah…” You moaned. Words failed you. Damn, you were drooling on his shoulder. You could feel the moisture on your cheek.
What the fuck was wrong with you?
The… medication. Right. The thing that always fogged your thoughts. Made your body more compliant. That would make sense. Right?
“Going dumb on my cock already?” He purred. You whined in response. “Shh, just relax. I’ll take care of everything. You just need… to… take it…”
He punctuated his words with short thrusts into you. Clearly enjoying the reactions you were giving him. At the same time, though, he was reaching his peak. You could tell by the way his fingers gripped you, how his breathing grew ragged. Well, more growly. Feral, even.
“You want me to spill inside of you?” Gideon asked, his voice breathy as he managed to keep pace. Not slowing for even a second.
God, his strength, his stamina... It was going to be the death of you one of these days.
“Yes, yes, please…” You pleaded rather pathetically. He rolled his hips deep, only pulling out an inch before slamming himself back in.
“I don’t know… your behavior has been rather poor… and to be filled by me is a privilege. You know this.” His words were fairly controlled, if not a bit breathy.
Though the content of said words made your heart plummet. Why would he even ask if he was going to deprive you anyway? Stooping to your lowest, and your horniest, your next words practically flew from your mouth of their own accord.
“P-Please, please, I really… really want you to finish inside. I’m sorry for before. I’m sorry.” You groveled, “I know I don’t deserve it, b-but I’ll be good. I’ll be better.”
A low growl came from Gideon. Not fully an answer, as he just kept his hips moving and, if anything, started to speed up again. Putting more force behind his movements as he then wrapped his arms around you. Squeezing you close with little space to move. Or breathe.
It was like a switch flipped in him. The amount of force behind his thrusts grew cruel, allowing you little time to catch your breath or beg. His grunts were hot against your head as he practically crushed you against his body.
No more were you able to move your hips or shift to get comfortable or away from his invading cock. No, instead you got to listen to the sound of his skin slapping against yours. The wet squish as he shoved himself inside, dick occasionally slipping out from how rough and frantic he was.
But he was always quick to find his way back inside. Shoving in and abusing the entrance to your cervix with little regard now. The gentle, restrained man was now fully gone. Replaced by what you thought was his true self. The side he so rarely showed you.
“The audacity of you to beg… thinking you deserve to be full of, let alone carry, my seed. You’re lucky I find you interesting; anyone else… hngh… would never tolerate the amount of disrespect I receive from you.” Gideon huffed his words out, pushing in as deep as he could while holding himself there.
Your eyes rolled back as you squeezed them shut. Noises fragmented while you were being pushed and forced closer to your orgasm. Slam after slam, the pain was too much for you as it inched into pleasure.
Just enough to push you over the edge.
“F-Fuck!” You wailed, pressing your face into his skin to muffle your hoarse moan. Your silky walls clamping down as he fucked your orgasm out of you.
Gideon held you tighter during it, to the point that it started to become more difficult to breathe. Though you knew you just had to ride it out, even if you fell unconscious due to it. Funnily enough, it wouldn’t be the first time.
But you remained conscious. It took just a few more pumps before he stilled himself inside you again, this time shooting his load as deep as he possibly could, painting your walls with his cum. Thank God for the medication that had thrown your cycle completely off. The odds of you getting pregnant were lower than ever.
The room finally fell silent, save for both of you trying to catch your breath. Both growing more even as his hold on you began to loosen. Though he wouldn’t pull out. Not yet.
He enjoyed keeping you there, utterly full of him.
“Mmh…” You whined softly. He hadn’t been that rough with you in a while, but to be fair, you had been behaving until this recent escape attempt.
Still, you kept your face buried against him. Too nervous to make eye contact, given how stern his words had been. Picking up on this, his large hand came to rub your back.
“Shh, shh. I know. I’m sorry I was so rough with you…” Gideon attempted to soothe you while letting his voice return to its refined and gentle tone. “But you’ve learned now, haven’t you? Not to run away?”
You nodded. Clearly he wasn’t satisfied with just that, as he used his hand to gently push you back an inch and lift your chin.
“Y-Yes. I… I don’t want to run away again. I won’t.”
His now softening cock twitched inside of you.
“I know you won’t, dear. And you know that me finishing inside of you is a privilege, correct?”
“Correct. I-I mean, yes. Thank you.”
He hummed, leaning down to press a quick peck to your lips. His forked tongue swipes against them but doesn’t breach. Most of this was also so he could lean forward and open the drawer to his desk, using his hand on his back to steady you while the other grabbed a bulky item. He would lean back again to present it to you.
Your eyes went wide at the sight. It was… a metallic ring. Not a ring, much too big to be something for your finger.
It was a collar. Presumably a shock collar, maybe something worse.
“This will ensure you don’t wander again. And it’ll show me just how devoted you are to your care. How much you trust me.” Gideon framed it in a positive light. You just stared at it. “And it shows how much I… adore you. Love, if that’s what you’d like to call it.”
His words were honey to your ears. Sweet and affectionate, something you craved after being stuck and isolated here. Having no one but him.
So of course you would believe them at face value. Even if he was only saying it to hook you closer. To keep you from running. The delusion was better than facing your reality.
“I love you too,” you whispered, lifting your chin further as he brought the collar to the column of your neck. Closing it until it hugged your neck snugly.
There he secured it with one final click. To remain locked for as long as he deemed you his.