Elusive Dreaming

Recreational Project-001

Warning sexual with a use of cursing. Pregnancy,abuse, medical use of blood testing.

Sorry to all my people who aren't fem because that's all I know how to write. I am learning how to become inclusive but it's a work in progress.

Recreational project-001

Weeks seemed to blur by, Papa had locked you and number one in a room. Nothing but a bed and a desk with a small lamp decorated. Everything was white.

Wishing anyone else could rescue you from the room. Every day went by slowly until the next would arrive. Bleeding white faded into the black until the weekend. Two weeks you had he was working at the desk. As you scribbled down this week's agenda.

Until a knock at the door startled you both. Calling him Papa seemed so wrong. However, you weren't untouchable yet.

Seems an all-white wardrobe is being patched together with discolored white thread. Something supposed to be sturdy.

Like most things had a tendency to become brittle. Peter's enchanting ocean blue eyes landed on you. As a mental exchange to hide any work. Granted you knew they would check the room as a nurse or two hurried you away from him.

Rare something that would be unseen or hard to find. In Hawkins Indiana, it was children with powers.

Parents try to take what's broken and make it right. As they begin to sleepwalk into the fire blinded by love for their family. Yet some will never by choice or not.

Peter Ballard didn't want to be a family man. Flicking through pages waiting for a simple blood test to come back. S

tuck in a room filled with white. From a snow paperwhite to another private room with the same design.

Plain white crimson coated certain splatters on the floorboards as the scarlet liquid had dried.

Bloody clothes lead up with a light blue box. Stacked upon a high shelf. Pops of color were found strewn.

Something so bright and cherry could have a brutality nightmare deemed unworthy of being woken.

As the needle pierces your skin you see them decipher a tube of your bodily fluid. In a month's time if you weren't able to perform and mother an offspring of Peter and yourself. Then why bother living.

They would expect the best until that day another negative result feeding into habits. If three more negatives came back you would find yourself awaiting an execution day.

"My dear you must go back and try again. Success is merely a small factor in this role." Dr.Brenner spoke venom dripping from his monotone voice. He seemed so delicate with you all. Yet he was like nailing Jello to a wall. Something that is known to be impossible.

You find yourself in the room once again. Knowing it will be two weeks before you get escorted out again. "One, it was negative again." You inform him with a sigh knowing time is short.

"We will try again in a bit, first go shower and prepare yourself, darling," Peter spoke sounding empathetic. It was false he was a conceded dickhead.

You did as told like a good little prisoner. You felt like a prisoner although they got to go outside every so often. Some even got to leave their cells more than twice a month.
Feeling cold water pierce your skin was horrible.

However, you could find relief at the moment. Because you had a chance to be alone. Brenner says hot water will come when you bare a child. That may never be...

After preparing yourself emotionally for whatever may come you exit the bathroom. Wearing only your undergarment and a towel."Ready to get this over with?" You mutter asking him to just do it.

Sex was supposed to be intimate and something enjoyable.

Doing a deed only in hopes you won't die doesn't help it. Would anything actually help the feeling of vomiting from electricity coursing through your veins?

Peter started by sucking on your neck. Trailing various bruises down your neck. "Ride me, princess," Peter instructed flipping you over. Instead of something
quick. Peter had you ride his thigh as he worked at the desk.

Your clothed clit is soaked in arousal. Peter watched as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. He admired the way your budding breast bounced as you moved. He became restricted by your movements. They did everything to him.

Peter wrapped his hands around your waist to aid you in being steady. A tent pitched in his pants causing erotic pain.
The next thing you knew you were on the bed and his belt was tossed to the floor. Soon after acquainted with his pants and boxers. He threw your legs over his shoulders as he licked a strip over your now bare pussy.

Stretching you with two fingers inserting them while playing with your swollen hyper sensitive bud. His other hand was wrapped around your body as he dries and hummed a pillow.

You felt a taste of pleasure for the first time. This time was different than the others. Peter pinned your wrists above your head. A coiling sensation burning your lower abdomen.

Right before you, you were about to release you clenched around Peter's curling fingers. He pulled away from your pulsating body with an evil smile. " you ready princess." Peter spoke as he lined himself up with you.

Inserting into you letting you adjust to him. Your face is buried into a pillow. As he thrust from behind. He used his free hand to play with your bud. The other was steadying your waist.

You moan which only eggs him on more. Remembering how much you wanted to get ut over with he moves in deeper slamming into you. Miraculous hitting your sensitive spot in the process. Still, inside of you, he moved you so your legs were wrapped around his waist.

Moving to the wall. Hard and fast he paced himself kissing you. This time was different than the rest it seemed less forced.

Lust dilated his icy cold blue eyes. You could see his light pink lips start to disappear into his mouth. As he bit his bottom lip throwing his head back in satisfaction.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he began to slow down changing pace. Before you clinched around him. Shortly after your insides were filled with his seed.

He was done with you for now until the next session. Meaning he would gently throw you onto the bed. Then prepare himself for a shower. This time he didn't he helped you clean up a bit and catch your breath as sweat glittered dripping down your face.

Peter was helpful and kind. As you wonder what had changed you didn't mind because it was for the better.
Two weeks slowly burned by. The same daily tasks gradually started to grow tiresome.

Week after week doing the same tasks were gruesome. Truly a punishment from hell. Satan himself may be nicer than Brenner. Today was the day you prepared yourself for the pitiful looks and the same lies.

As well as the entire estimated lecture of if you weren't able to bear the children then you will die. As well as if you finally do bare the children then you must get back to work afterward. Same guards and same staff were leading you to the same room. Hopefully, it wouldn't be the same news but you knew better.

You knew in this place don't get your hopes up. It might be hell on earth but you have this one shot and don't miss. Some random moments flood through as you are strapped in the chair once again.

Brenner looked you up and down after analyzing the results. "Congratulations dear you have been blessed with a child," Translating to you congratulations you will not die today.