Mousetrap | By : NightDarkSoul Category: +M to R > Princess Principal Views: 433 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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--Day 70--
When the door to her cell opened, Ange stood up, a thin smile on her face. The guard looked surprised, but smiled in return.
"I am glad you are here," Ange whispered.
"Are you?" He asked, pushing the door closed.
Ange nodded, and settled down onto her knees in front of him. She reached out and began to unzip his trousers. He gasped in surprise.
"Oh. I see. You are enjoying this, then?"
Ange nodded, pulling his pants down and freeing his cock. She leaned in close, her hands on his thighs, and pressed her lips to the side of his shaft. She kissed down slowly, nuzzling his balls and kissing and licking them, before kissing slowly back up to the tip of his dick. He groaned.
She spent some time slowly suckling on him, before pulling away, and shifting to the bed. The guard grinned, and eagerly moved to her.
--Day 73--
A new routine developed. The guard entered the cell, and they had sex. Then he brought her food, in quantities nearing what Edith had given her. Today when he entered, he handed her a long off-white shirt. She took it with a surprised expression.
"We're moving you to a nicer cell. You will wear that. I don't want anyone else looking at your body any more. You're mine."
Ange shivered at the words, but nodded. "Yes."
She slipped the shirt on, and stood up.
He opened the cell door, and led her out, his hand on her lower back. They left through the iron gate, and into the corridor where the interrogation chamber sat. Then they went through the other door, to a stairway Ange had not seen before. They went up a flight, then down a nicer, well-lit corridor.
Her new cell was slightly smaller than the infirmary, but nearly as nice. She noticed, before anything else, that the table in the room already held a mug of water and a plate with a pork-chop and green beans.
They entered the cell, and he closed the door behind him. When Ange turned to him, he wrapped his arms around her, and leaned in to capture her lips. Ange did not protest.
When the kiss broke, he smiled.
"I can't say no to you, any more than you can to me. Nice cell, good food. It's all for you."
Ange shrugged.
Is it worth the price?
She would not refuse this.
--Day 74--
Ange slowly became aware of a soft thrumming. Her head rested on a firm though soft pillow. It was warm, and she realized it was the muscular chest of the guard. She opened her eyes. He lay on his back, and she on her side, pressed against his body. She glanced up towards his face. His eyes were closed.
Do I love this man? No. He is bringing me food. He is keeping me safe. No, he is making me feel safe. There is no safety for me here. He will betray me. Am I letting him take me to delay that betrayal? Am I enjoying this?
--Day 75--
Ange woke up alone the next day. She sat up slowly in bed, and glanced at her table. It was empty. She frowned, and stood. She had room to pace. She found herself missing the attention. For so long, she had Edith pamper her. Then, the guard. She didn't know his name, she realized with a start. He was the First Guard. The one that had been kind to her. The one that had seduced her, she realized.
She sat back down on her bed, near the table.
What do I feel? It is not love. Is this lust? Is it something else?
The door to her cell opened, and she looked up expectantly. Her hopes vanished in a moment, when she saw that it was a guard she didn't recognize.
He entered the room, empty-handed, and closed the cell door. She looked at him curiously.
"Suck me," he said simply, unfastening his trousers.
She blinked.
"I... I don't...."
"You're the food-whore, right?"
Ange's face reddened, and she looked down at her feet.
"Fucks for food, right?"
Ange closed her eyes, and swallowed.
"Hey, I'm talking to you."
She opened her eyes, and looked up at him uncertainly. After a moment, she nodded.
He pulled his pants down, and freed his cock.
"Alright. Suck me."
Ange took a deep breath, and settled down to her knees in front of the man. She reached out, tentatively, grasping his cock in one hand and cupping his balls in the other. Her lips closed over the head of his dick.
The man placed his hands on the side of her head, and grunted.
"Damn. Yeah, that's...."
He groaned again, as she sucked him into her mouth, flicking the bottom of his cock with her tongue.
He groaned, and his hands tightened around her head. He pushed her head down onto him. Ange closed her eyes, focusing on not gagging, and continuing to pleasure him. She felt his cock press into her throat, and she started to gag. He pulled back enough to stop the sensation, then pressed forward again.
She placed her hands on his thighs to steady herself. She shuddered. He grunted again, and increased his pace. He thrust his hips and moved her head. She gagged, and tried to pull away, but he prevented her from moving.
Her mouth was suddenly filled with his cum, and she pulled away in panic, falling on her ass on the floor. Cum spilled down her chin and she coughed.
The guard laughed.
"Still need practice. Well, guess you're gonna have a bunch of time."
He opened the door, and as Ange swallowed what she could, and wiped away what spilled onto her face, he walked out, and closed the door.
She gasped, and pulled herself onto the bed.
She shuddered, and coughed again.
After a minute, the door opened back up,and the first guard entered. He carried a tray with a mug of water, and a plate with a grillsteak and mashed potatoes. As soon as he set the tray down, Ange was on her feet. wrapping her arms around him. She sobbed quietly.
He put his arms around her, and kissed her cheek.
"Baby, I am sorry. I can't stop them."
"But.…"
"Listen. You're not a free woman."
"You said I was yours."
"Yeah. I was wrong." There was a trace of bitterness in his voice.
Ange pulled away from him, and nodded.
"Alright," she said quietly.
He took a deep breath.
"I'll talk to them, okay?"
She nodded again, and sat down.
"Look, I'm still bringing you food. I still... I mean, I care."
She nodded, and started eating. He watched her for a moment.
"Ange?"
She looked up at him.
"I am sorry."
She nodded again, and continued eating.
--Day 82--
Ange settled into another new routine. Each day a different guard would enter her cell, and demand a sexual favour. Each day, Ange would reluctantly agree. She sucked cock, she had her pussy and ass fucked, and each day she would end up sobbing in the arms of the first guard after he had brought her food.
She was feeling stronger, physically, than she had in a long time.
Emotionally, she was devastated.
Today after she ate, she sat on the toilet in the room. She had already peed, and emptied herself of as much cum as she could, but she still sat there.
Edith. Princess . I love you both. I wish, I pray, that you could come to save me.
She shuddered.
She managed to crawl into bed, and closed her eyes.
She slept fitfully, with strange dreams of Edith and the Princess, with cocks, fucking her ass and her pussy at the same time. Cumming hard all over her body. Ange saw herself, drenched in jizz from the two women she loved.
--Day 83--
When the door to her cell opened, Ange was on her side. Her eyes were open, and she was staring at the wall.
"How?" She asked in a quiet, despondent voice.
She smelled food. She heard the tray placed on the table.
She felt a hand gently touch her shoulder.
"You?"
"Ange."
She rolled onto her back, looking up at him.
"I cannot do this," she said quietly.
"What?"
"Fuck for food. I can't. I don't want anyone else to fuck me."
"Ange, the deal...."
"You or no one."
"You'll starve."
"You or no one," she repeated.
If I cannot have Princess or Edith, then you are acceptable. If I cannot even have you I should prefer death.
He leaned down to her, kissing her lips. She responded, parting her lips, but she lacked energy. She lacked passion. He broke the kiss, and sighed.
"I'll talk to them, and see what I can do."
"You said that before."
"I know. I'll do so again."
She nodded.
"How?"
He winced.
"You... you don't have to today."
She stared up at him.
"Okay," she said after a moment.
--Day 84--
The next morning, Ange awoke with a groan. She felt strange. Empty. She rolled onto her side, watching the door.
Seventeen days. She blinked. It had been that long since the first guard had come into her cell. Seventeen days. Each one of those days she had sucked or been fucked. Seventeen days. Sixteen, since he had not done anything to or with her yesterday.
She sat up slowly. She refused to accept it. She closed her eyes. She did not crave the sex. She did not. They were training her to associate sex and food. She told herself this. But it had been seventeen days.
Sixteen.
Or something like that. Probably.
The door opened, and she looked up.
It was a different guard. Ange frowned.
"Well. Food for fucks, yeah?"
Ange shook her head.
The guard paused. He glanced at the closed door, then back to Ange.
"Yeah. Yeah, you're the food whore. Everyone knows that."
Ange took a deep breath.
"No. No, he was going to tell them."
"Huh? Oh, your boyfriend. Right. They got sick of his ass whining about you being mistreated. They moved his shift so he can't come to you any more."
Ange gasped. Her eyes widened in surprise.
"No," she whispered.
No, do not focus on him. He is nothing to you!
He shrugged.
"Sorry. Shit happens. So, you gonna fuck me or what?"
"No," she repeated.
The guard looked at her.
"Listen, I know what's been going on here. You've got a reputation. Guards come in here, you fuck 'em, you get paid in food. That's the deal."
"No," she repeated.
No, I can not do this any more.
The guard frowned. His brow knit.
"Are you refusing me?"
Ange didn't answer. She took a deep breath.
He lashed out, backhanding her hard enough to send her sprawling down onto the floor.
She screamed.
He was down on her in a flash, grabbing her wrists.
She kicked, barely missing his balls.
He growled in anger, releasing a wrist to savagely backhand her again.
Ange screamed again. He slapped and backhanded her again, and again. She sobbed, and flailed. He gripped her trousers, tearing them and her bloomers down.
She screamed again, punching and kicking.
He gripped her throat in one hand, leaning down close, shouting obscenities at her.
She bawled, but stopped fighting. He kept his hand on her throat as he pulled down his trousers, freeing his dick.
Ange gasped, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth as she felt him thrust his cock into her in quick, savage thrusts. Hard enough to jolt her body. She shuddered, screaming again as he thrust one last time and spasmed inside her.
He pulled out, and slapped her again.
"No fucking food, bitch. No fucking food! God damn, I'd fucking strangle you if...."
He pulled his trousers up, and glared down at her.
She sobbed, and rolled into a ball.
The guard left, and the door closed.
After a few minutes, the door opened again, and two guards pulled her up to her feet roughly.
She was dragged out of her cell and down through the corridors of the prison, cum seeping out of her pussy, and thrown back into her old cell.
--Day 85--
Ange lay awake in her cot. She stared at the wall. She felt no desire to move. Her abdomen was sore from yesterday's rape.
She felt utter hopelessness.
She had allowed herself to get close to another person. She had been betrayed again. She wasn't even surprised at the betrayal.
She shuddered.
She heard the door open behind her. She didn't move.
"Um," it was a female voice. Ange didn't respond.
"I have food for you," she said.
Ange shrugged.
She heard the tray set down on the floor.
"Ummm, listen. I was told what happened."
Ange didn't say anything.
"That something like that can happen in the 20th...."
"Die," Ange muttered.
There was silence for a moment.
"I am sorry," the guard said.
Ange didn't respond.
After a moment, she heard the door close behind her.
--Day 90--
Ange accepted yet another new routine, or a return to an old one. The female guard brought her bread and water each day. Each day she refused to engage. Each day she ate and drank, wondering to herself why. Why hadn't she just refused to eat when she was first put in this cell?
Today when the cell door opened, she sighed. She did not move, just as she had not the last few days. She expected the female guard to say something.
The door closed, and she heard heavy footsteps.
Heavy hands grabbed her, and pulled her out of bed. She screamed, and kicked.
"I'm home," said a voice that made Ange freeze in terror.
"No," she whimpered.
He tossed her to the floor, and she rolled onto her back. It was the brutal guard, who had raped her before. She shuddered.
He rubbed his hands together, then reached down. She tried to scramble away, but there was nowhere to go. She grabbed her wrist, yanking her up to her feet. He clenched his hand into a fist, and drove it into her stomach.
Intense pain shot through her body, and she started to double over. Before she could, he punched her face. She blinked. The world blurred, and she heard a ringing in her ears. He didn't ease up, raining blow after blow on her. She collapsed to the ground, shocked.
Before she could register the change, he was inside her, brutally thrusting into her pussy.
She lost track of time. After he fucked her pussy for a time, he switched to her ass, and then finally thrust his cum and shit covered dick into her mouth, finally jizzming hard into her throat.
He stood up, leaving her coughing, cum oozing out of her ass and pussy and mouth.
He left, and Ange passed out.
--Day 98--
On alternating days, the brutal guard raped her without giving her food. On other days, the female guard entered and left her the bread and water she had come to hope for.
Today, she heard the door open behind her. She heard the tray set on the floor. She felt a hand touch her shoulder.
She whimpered softly, bracing to be raped.
"I am very sorry," the female guard whispered.
Ange said nothing, but couldn't stop another whimper.
After a while, she heard the door close behind her.
--Day 99--
Another day passed. At the time she wasn't aware of this. She had eaten her bread and drank her water, then lay back down in bed, staring at the wall.
She felt thirst first. She rolled slowly onto her back, and looked at the floor. The empty mug and tray still sat there. She looked at the door.
She sat up slowly. She felt hungry. No, she had been hungry for a long time. She felt a greater intensity of hunger. She should have received her bread.
She stood up, despite wobbly knees, and a sore body. She staggered over to the door.
She pressed her ear against it. She couldn't hear anything.
"Hello," she said weakly.
There was no response.
"Hello? I... I am sorry."
No response.
"Please... please give me food. I...."
She blinked.
"I will fuck for food," she whispered.
There was no response.
She managed to return to the cot before collapsing. She rolled onto her side, and stared at the wall.
"Please," she whispered once more.
There was no response.
She curled up into a ball, and closed her eyes.
I am going to die now, she told herself.
She felt it. She realized it was true. She resigned herself to it. She would die alone in this cell. She would never see Princess, or Edith, ever again.
She heard the door open behind her. The noises she heard were strange, but she didn't move.
She would refuse to eat. She would refuse to drink. She would die. She could not take any more. She gave up.
She heard footsteps behind her.
No, no, not now. Please no, not now.
She wanted to die. Not fuck for food. Not be raped. She couldn't take it any more. She wanted to scream it out.
Let me die!
A hand touched her shoulder, and she whimpered. They wouldn't just let it happen, would they? They would humiliate her at least one last time, before....
"Charlotte?!"
Everything froze.
Ange's heart stopped beating. Her breath caught in her throat.
No.
She opened her eyes, and turned her head.
A mirror was held up to her. She saw her face. Saw her deep, rich blue eyes.
No.
She didn't have long, luxuriant, blonde hair.
She wasn't wearing a dark blue and black dress.
She didn't hold an automatic pistol in one hand, with the other resting against her shoulder.
Ange blinked.
The other girl stared down at her with wide, shocked eyes. Her cheeks were stained with tears. Her lips quivered.
Ange screamed, and scrambled out of the bed. She sobbed, heavily, and crawled into a corner. She curled up into a ball. She bawled, shuddering. She thrust a thumb into her mouth, suckling on it as she shook.
"Charlotte," Princess' voice was quiet. Thin. Trembling. She stood up slowly. "What have they done to you?"
"Your Highness, we...."
Beatrice looked into the room.
The Princess glanced back at her.
She gasped, and walked slowly in.
"Miss Ange," Beatrice whispered, a note of shocked terror in her voice.
"Tell Dorothy and Chise we found her," the Princess said in a wavering voice.
Beatrice nodded. She looked at the huddled, naked figure cowering in the corner.
She couldn't find any words. She turned and staggered out of the cell.
Princess holstered her gun, and moved slowly over to Ange.
"Charlotte," she whispered again.
"No," Ange whimpered. "No, don't touch me. You'll be corrupted."
"No Charlotte. I am here to save you."
"Too late. I'm worthless. Violated. Betrayed you. Kill me. Please, Princess. Kill me."
Princess sobbed.
"I.…"
Somehow, the sound made something click in Ange. She shifted. She looked up into the Princess' eyes. She saw her shaking. Crying.
Ange cried out, and weakly wrapped her arms around Charlotte.
They clung to each other. Bawling.
When Dorothy, Chise, and Beatrice entered the room, they found the two like that.
Clinging to each other.
Desperately holding one another.
Shuddering. Sobbing.
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