Filthy Secret

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Dylan’s fingers slid away, leaving me oddly bereft without his touch. I didn’t like the way he thought he could ogle and caress me, but then I didn’t enjoy the way all men seemed to think that way now. Just because I hadn’t started a family, the state seemed to think I was fair game-their property. It was our new horrific reality. Any unmarried woman could be herded and judged, their fates not decided by their kindness or intelligence but by their cup size. Evidence conveniently supported the notion that only big-busted women made worthy wives and mothers. The rest of us were to be farmed out for breeding in the twisted new regime-it was why I had run.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

I took a quick look around his room, taking in the bland decor and dirty cream walls. It was the color of an old-fashioned mental institution, the space undeniably dominated by the huge bed at the far end.

“I have some paperwork to complete.” Dylan’s tone was matter of fact as if he’d brought me back to his place for a sexy one-night stand. Collapsing into the only comfortable-looking seat, he collected a clipboard from the nearby table before glancing at me.

“What’s your full name?”

“Eloise Turner, Sir.”

I tried to compose my breathing as he scribbled it down, absorbing as much detail as I could. Maybe there was something that could help me escape, some small aspect that seemed irrelevant now but would be significant later?

“Date of birth?”

I rattled off the numbers as if they meant something. They didn’t. Not anymore. Not since the world had gone insane and started farming women for forced procreation. An uncontrollable shiver raced down my spine. The only stats that mattered now were the size of my assets.

“Still cold?” He sounded irritated.

“A little, Sir.”

He rose with a sigh, fiddling with the thermostat on the wall. “That should help.”

My head lowered at the simple act of kindness. It was unexpected.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“When was your last period?”

“My last what?” My head rose, heat engulfing my face as he inquired about such a personal matter, although I don’t know why I was surprised. I had been taken against my will and stripped, not only of my clothing but my rights as well. It was obvious they would want to know everything.

“You heard me.” One dark eyebrow rose. “Don’t make this even more painful.”

Painful? That was an interesting concept coming from the guy dressed in black with the gun stashed on his person.

“About ten days ago, Sir.” It pained me to confess I was probably ready to ovulate. My periods had been like clockwork since I was fifteen. If it was pregnancy these guys sought, I had a sickening feeling they might just get what they wanted.

My belly knotted, the reality playing in my head like an awful lullaby. They wanted babies-my future babies-though God only knew what they intended to do with them. What sort of world would it be if children were produced like this, cultivated on-demand, mass produced for the state? What would it mean for women like me, compelled to breed because a group of men said so? I hadn’t considered a family yet, and maybe one day I would want one with someone I loved, but not like this-never like this.

“I’m no expert, but that sounds good.” His eyebrow cocked as he put down the pen. “You ready?”

“Wait, I…” My words trailed away as I scuttled back toward the wall.

“What are you going to do?”

“Nothing you won’t like.” He laughed dryly. “I’m not a monster.” “Please…” I craned my neck as he approached.

“Onto the bed.” He pointed as if I didn’t know where it was.

Pulling in a shaky breath, I crawled toward it. Eye to eye with the beige covers, I gripped the sheets, making myself climb onto them.

This was really happening. Oh God, this was really happening.

“Some of the others are desperate to do the deed.” He chuckled as he walked to the small bedside table. “Whereas I prefer a more prolonged approach.”

Prolonged? What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Consciously trying to steady my breath, I watched him pull rope from the drawer.

“On to your belly.”

I was close to tears as I eased into position. It was one thing to convince myself he was a more appealing option than the others, but another to be here now and have to deal with the reality. He could do anything he liked, and I had no say, no right to refuse. The assault laws had been rolled away in one day, leaving the path open to any vile tormentor.

“Good.” He patted my backside as though I was a pet dog. Tension knotted at the crude analogy. These days, canines had better rights and protection than women like me.

“Arms behind your back.”

Terrified, I considered leaping to my feet and kicking him in the face. I could do it. I had the element of surprise, but then what? Where did you go when the whole world was against you, when every man and even some women were your enemy? The answer was nowhere-I couldn’t go anywhere and couldn’t trust anyone. My heart sank as my wrists slid into position.

“I’m only going to bind you loosely.” He wrapped the tethers around my wrists. “They’re not to hurt you, only to hold you in place.” “Sir…” I could scarcely get the world out.

“It’s okay.”

His tone was amused, as if he always captured women from the streets and tied them up on his bed. Belly churning, I realized maybe he did. I may not be the first. I wouldn’t be the last.

I shook as he tackled my ankles, fettering them in the same way, then drawing the ropes together in a loose hogtie. I’d never even been tied up, and this was horrendous. I could barely move, save for wiggling my fingers and toes.

“Okay.”

I heard him rustling in the drawer again, my muscles tensing. I’d seen enough to know nothing good was going to come out of that place.

“Let me warm you up.”

I panted as he climbed onto the bed behind me, not able to see what he was doing but aware of him nudging my thighs wider.

“Here.”

An odd buzzing sound sprang to life behind me, and I gasped as one of his huge hands lifted my hips, settling me back into position.

“Oh God.” I fought for air as I acknowledged what the peculiar noise was. Something hard and unyielding was vibrating at my sex, the edge of it grazing my clit, forcing it into life.

“Exactly,” he chuckled, patting my cheeks.

Another noise cut through the tension, the sound of tape being pulled and then ripped, and the next thing I knew, the vibrating object was pushed closer to my skin as he pressed the tape into place. I wiggled my hips, but there was no way to shake the thing off, its trembling whir already compelling my clit to acknowledge its persistence.

“There.” Glee radiated from his tone. “That should hold it.”

“Please, Sir.” Panic spiraled as I tried to adjust to the unrelenting pulse at my sex. I didn’t even know what I was pleading for, save release and protection, but that wasn’t likely.

“Relax.”

His hand stroked the back of my thigh in a strangely tender way. I shivered at the unnerving thought. This guy didn’t care about me, but he’d seen fit to set me up with some sort of vibrator before he took what he wanted. I supposed I should be grateful.

“You’ll feel better after a few orgasms.” Dylan crouched beside me, his blue eyes sparkling. “You look great this way.” I was glad one of us thought so.

“I need to pop out, but I’ll be back to check on you soon.” He rose, and a fresh wave of terror surged through me. If it was daunting being here at his beck and call, the thought of being left, undefended like this, was debilitating.

“Please, Sir. No!”

“Shhh.” He sounded irritated as he crossed the floor to his bedside once more. “If you can’t be quiet, I’ll help you.”

My head pounded as he strode back into view, waving a black strap before my eyes. In the middle was a large plastic ball, my dread escalating as I realized its fate.

“Open up.”

“No, Sir, please!”

“Open!” He barked the order. “Or I’ll fucking make you.”

Heaving in a breath, I acknowledged he was right. In this state, I had even less power than usual. I swallowed, slowly parting my lips, and wasting no time, he shoved the ball inside, securing the straps behind my head.

“Oo od.” I groaned, the weight of my predicament landing on me like a ton of bricks.

“Don’t worry.” He shook his head at me with a smile. “I won’t be long and will lock the door behind me. None of the others will get their hands on you.”

With that twisted promise of consolation, he turned on his heel and stalked toward the door.