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Foreveryours

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Mar 1, 2010
Samantha made her way through security. She wasn't happy with her job, felt like she was stuck in a rut. Still every morning there she was going through all the hoops. She had gone to how many years of school to be here? Now she started to question her own sanity. Which was rather ironic due to her job. Samantha was a psychologist at a mental institute for the criminally insane. It was her job to try and see past the insane killers that filled the halls and try to bring them back to reality.

Today was a very different day however. Her nerves tarted to get to her as she finally walked past the final checkpoint and started to head to her office. She was suppose to meet him today, some considered him the worst of the worst. He was almost a legend in the asylum. He had been convicted on multiple homicides and even escaped this very asylum twice. He was caught this time with several hostages and a high grade explosive. He was good at playing mind games and was even better at getting what he wanted. Still Samantha kept telling herself she could handle it. She was considered the "Ice Queen" by most of her co-workers. No relationships, no flirting, she didn't even go out with her co-workers when they celebrated birthdays or promotions.

She took a deep breath as she entered her office. She sat behind her desk and took out the folder with his file inside. "Calm down Samantha." she said. Her hands shook a bit as she opened the folder.
 
Bikoura sat quietly in his cell. He was a devious mind and had to be confined to the cells at all time due to the fact that he would often try to manipulate either other cell mates or the guards themselves. He just sat there thinking about his next plan of action to get himself out of the cell and out of the jail. He knew he had a meeting with a new Psychologist that they had brought in. He did wonder though what had become of the last psychologist that had met with him after his last incident but that was of little concern to him.

A guard looked at Samantha through the office windows and knocked on it before walking to the door. "Welcome, I do hope that they have briefed you on how he tends to act. Bikoura is VERY manipulative and if given the chance will twist words and use them to attack so do remember all he says is just trying to get at you. You shall meet him one on one, now though his record states he is dangerous we have not seen him act upon any violent tendencies inside of this jail but know I will be right outside of the doors."
 
She gave a fake smile to the guard and a nod. She took the moment to collect herself and crawl back inside that ice interior. She became the strong aggressive woman she had tried her best to make people believe she was. She took her briefcase and folder and nodded to the guard. "I'm sure I'll be fine. Thank you though. I've read the file so I think I have an understanding of what I'm up against. I won't hesitate however to call should I need you." she said as they walked down the hall. By this time they would be transporting him to the conference room where they could talk comfortably. She was calm and collect, cool and not at all hinting to the nerves that beat in the back of her head.

As she entered wearing her tight black pencil skirt and white blouse buttoned to her neck she smiled at the inmate now sitting across the table. "Hello there. I'm Dr. Hain. Your new Psychologist. How are we doing today?" she asked him as the door shut behind her, leaving her alone with one of the most dangerous men in the asylum. She made sure not to bring in any pencils or sharp objects anything he could be using as a weapon. She smiled as she sat down behind the other side of the table.

The room wasn't exactly a hotel. There was duct tape holding the stuffing in the chairs, the table was scratched and even wobbly as she set down her things. The walls were a darker and rather depressing gray with very little light.
 
Bikoura just looked her over once and nodded. "I see, So you are the new shrink they send to see inside my head huh?" He sighed abit and just sat back. "Well tell me then doc. Tell me what they couldn't. Tell me what I don't all ready know, Impress me." He just sat back already thinking and implementing his plan. Earlier during the day he was able to smuggle a knife out so he'd use that to keep her under his control so she wouldn't be any problem. Once he had her it would be taking her and conning her into getting him out.

Bikoura watched Samantha and sat up straight as he looked at the file folder she had of him knowing all ready what it said. His past record and mental state of mind. He knew that he was considered criminally genius. A high IQ and a master manipulator. He could also tell that his new doctor wouldn't be a threat to him.
 
She smiled with his challenge. She knew the trick rather well. She expected more out of him to be truly. "I don't have the answers. You do. I'm just here to see that you find the way to them." She said as she sat back against her chair. She kept her legs closed as she crossed them under the table. "It's not a trick question I just wanted to know how you were. You have to admit this isn't exactly prime living conditions." she added.

She was use to using the asylum to her advantage. If she needed to work in this shit hole might as well make it work for her. She knew the inmates hated it so why not use that to her advantage. "I'm sure you got a rather interesting home coming." she said, he wasn't really replying. Another tactic she was familiar with. Still she kept her composure. She watched how he reacted to her questions, body language was always a key sign of what the mind was truly thinking.
 
Bikoura shrugged. "Home upbringing was normal. Mother and father who cared. saw that i got everything I wanted and I did. Just people always said I had a bright mind and could go into any field of work I wanted. I am not unlike yourself doctor. I studied the mind but then people said it wasnt right to study on living beings. Well how are you suppose to study on the human mind if they arnt alive to give you the data you need hmm?" He just shrugged and sat back watching her before he got up to stretch and walked over to the window. "How are you suppose to research if the subject you are interested in isnt alive to give you the data?"
 
She actually didn't react to his questions. He was obviously trying to shock her or scare her. He didn't need to she was terrified but she was very good at hiding it. As he tried to quickly shove his entire life in one quick sentence she just took note of it in her head. Why did he get up? She made not of his posture and continued to listen till he asked her the question.

"You find someone who can give you the data. If the process if flawed it's not the subjects fault. No?" she asked him in reply. He was very smart so she hoped logic would be a quick way into his head.
 
Bikoura shook his head. "if they know then the data is flawed and needed to be tossed out. The testing must be done and without knowledge so we can see how the human mind reacts in quick process with and without stimuli." he shrugged his shoulders. "Think of all we can learn about the brain if they would just allow the testing. We'd see how the mind reacts under stress, Like..say. Oh if you would permit met to give you an example." he watched her, posture showing no ill intentions or actions on his part."
 
She raised her eyebrow. What was his game? She knew better then to open herself up to physical attacks but something told her he was testing her. Was he trying to see how far she'd go? How comfortable she was or confident? She thought about it for a moment still unsure. She took a deep breath, assuming it was trust issue. If she didn't let him go he may clam up. He may assume her to weak and she wouldn't be able to get any place with him. She was to afraid of closing that door on the first meeting.

"Okay." she replied tilting her head toward him acting interested in the "test" he was suggesting and not trying to think of her next move in this mental game of chess. She leaned in a bit to listen to his explanation.
 
Bikoura walked over to her and watched her. "For example. How does the human brain react upon stress, how and why will it act its way. He motioned for her to watch outside and pointed to what looked like two inmates who were about to attack another. "See if he knew what would happen he'd react differently then if he didn't know. The mind would act upon said threat differently then if it knew prior the knowledge of the attack. Now you see why the tests can't be told. it must be random and spontaneous."
 
She looked annoyed out the window. Really? Must they act like animals every moment of the day? She was a Psychologist and one of the lead researchers here. If she didn't do anything she would be held accountable. She stood to go notify the guard of the trouble that was about to break out between the two inmates. The frustration of being interrupted was apparent on her face.

"I'll only be a moment." she said sternly as she walked to the door.
 
Bikoura nodded and waited for her to Notifiy the guard outside of the door which sent him to get others to head outside and quell the fighting that was going on. He just watched out the window until Samantha returned. once she did he watched her and nodded. "Perhaps they act this way because there is something in their mind that makes them that way? and my research might of uncovered that but due to not being able to do my studies we won't find out until a different way or the way now is passed. Now say." He walked over to her and smiled. "How would you react if." and with that he launched and grabbed her, the knife quickly out and pressed to her neck. "This happened?" He grinned and grabbed a hand and held it behind her back. "scream and you'll soon be dead."
 
She was going to reply before he pulled the knife. Her eyes were as large as they could possibly get when she felt the cold steal on her skin. How!? Her mind ran the options in the blink of an eye. She could scream and hope the guard heard her before he killed her...no that was suicide. He was and always had been a cold killer and she was sure if she made a peep she'd be dead. Now the guard taking care of the two in the yard left her unprotected. Alone and with a knife to her neck. She nodded in response to his threat. The look of total fear and panic painted her face. How could she be so STUPID?! Her shame mixed with her fear. Such a rookie mistake! Did she really just walk into a room with a killer unprotected?

Could she step back? Run? Could she kick him perhaps? Fuck! No she started to shake like a leaf. First meeting and already she was a hostage! He was going to drag her along as he escaped. Could she warn the guards? Call an alarm? All these thoughts ran in her head and each one ended the same way, comply or die. She swallowed rather loudly, her neck flexed and pressed against the blade.

Her hands opened and closes. She bit her lip, all that nervousness just rushed out of her like a waterfall. She didn't even try and talk him out of it. At this point she knew that was useless, he'd just slice and walk. Her only hope was once he took her out into the halls to try and escape that he'd be shot before he found her useless.
 
Bikoura watched as Samantha nodded. "Good, Smart." He looked her over and grinned as he pulled her over to the corner of the room before he kept her pinned and started to unbutton her top and yank it off of her. "Keep the skirt on and the hose and get to your knees and suck me off. Don't and I wont hesitate to leave you bleeding out on the floor where no one can find you." He watched her keeping the knife to her throat. Only when she would comply would he decide to pull the knife away from her throat but he still had it on his hand.
 
Her eyes widened as his hand went to her shirt. As he ripped open her blouse she jumped slightly. Her breasts giggled slightly in her bra as the cold air from the room touched her newly exposed skin. He wasn't planning on escaping!? The knife still at her neck he gave his order. He wanted her to do what!? She trembled as she contemplated her next action. He would do it and she knew it. Even on her knees he could stab her before she got to the door or shout.

She swallowed nervously trying to find a way out. She thought for a few moments before she realized she was still stuck. She took a deep breath. "okay...." she said. As he removed the knife from her throat she closed her eyes took a deep breath and slowly dropped to her knees.
 
Bikoura watched Samantha as she slowly went to her knees infront of him. He grinned and licked his lips nodding. "Good girl, Now do it well or I will carve you up, and I am quite handy when it comes to a blade." He watched her running a hand through her hair thinking about making her his for later actions even out of the prison. He reached down and unzipped his pants for her. "now you have to do the rest and do it well my pet or else it will be lights out for you and NO ONE will ever find you in time to do anything about it."
 
She was going to be sick. His hands in her hair made her skin crawl. His words only served to seal her fear. Her cleavage jiggling a bit as she moved. She didn't know how to "give good head" she hardly fooled around with guys and had only had oral sex twice before. Still she knew what would happen if she didn't try. Pet? He truly was insane if he thought she was going to be his.

With a disgusted look on her face she slowly reached into his pants. Should she crush his sac? Could she escape? No, her nerves wouldn't let her act. Wouldn't let her attack for fear of the knife. Instead she pulled out his manhood. "Woah..." she thought. He was limp and already he was the largest man she had seen. Sure she had limited experience but still he was huge!

She swallowed and hesitated for a second before placing him in her mouth. Slowly at first she started to suck on the tip before she took more in. Slowly she started to bob across his shaft. Her hair started swaying and her breasts jiggling. She had to put one hand on his shaft to cover the exposed skin. Slowly she started to work him to hardness. What was she doing?!!?

As he got harder it was becoming more difficult to fit him in her mouth. Still she tried to do as best she could. Her life depended on it.
 
Bikoura watched Samantha and nodded as she kept sucking on him and getting him hard. he grinned watching her before he started to release into her mouth after some time. "Swallow it down." Once she did he pulled her up and pinned her against the wall. Pushing up her skirt and pulling down her pantyhose and panties he rubbed himself off in between her thighs before slowly pushing into her. He gave her some time to get used to him before he started to push more and more. "Soon You'll enjoy this and you'll want more." He laughed and held onto her hips as he kept pushing away inside of her.
 
She continued to service him however his growing size was starting to prove a difficult problem. Tears started to roll down her cheeks a bit as she choked. It was when he released in her mouth that she almost lost it. She wanted to throw up but he wouldn't let her. She swallowed it all. Thick globs of it filled her mouth. It must have been a while because it was a lot and it tasted horrible. She shook and pulled back after he was done. With one swallow the seed was gone but the taste was still fresh. Her humiliation was far from over.

He yanked her up and pinned her. "No!" she pleaded softly begging as he pulled up her skirt. "Please I sucked you please..." she whispered but it was to late. He forced his still hard cock inside her.

Oh god it hurt! She closed her eyes and looked away as he started to go inside her like a piston. She bit her lip to keep from calling out. Soon however her body betrayed her. The sensation started to change and the pain faded to pleasure. She became more and more wet letting him slide in her with ease. She told her body. "No! You will not like this! He is raping you!!"

Still the sensation grew and she could feel the pressure building in her. "No please!" she begged god. "Don't let me cum please...oh god no...." but it was obvious her body was enjoying every inch of his thick cock.
 
Bikoura just kept pushing against her more and more as he felt her body start to enjoy it. He grinned giving her rear a playful swat. "I told you that you would like it." He grinned and ground himself deeper into her going as deep as he could as he was thick and hard inside of her wet and warm sex. He smiled and some of their juices flowed down her leg and to her hose an stained it abit. He licked his lips and was starting to get close to release. "For now I'll be nice and not release into you, That will come later." He grinned and slowly pulled out of her and released himself all along her legs. "I'll be back for more doc." He grinned and let her clean herself up. "Tell anyone and you will be dead." he kissed her then walked back to his cell.
 
Soon as he let her go she fell to the floor. He left her curled up and crying like a small child. She didn't even bother to put her shirt back on. She sobbed for a good few minutes before the last sentence he uttered came across her mind. She had ignored safety protocols just to make a connection. She had ignored policy and screwed up the chance of a life time on her first visit with the patient! If anybody found out, she'd never be able to work with patients again. She panicked even more with this realization. Standing she pulled her panties up and cried out when the warm juices he had left touched her wet mound.

She quickly put on her shirt and ran to her office down the hall before anybody could see her. There she closed the door and lost it. Crying as she used a towel to clean herself off. She was shaking as she put on her jacket and got out her keys. As quickly as she could she walked to her car, the clicking of her heals echoed in the halls. She had to get home....she had to think...

First thing she did when she got home was run into the shower. She sat on the shower floor curled up as the hot water beat on her naked skin. She cried and sobbed as she hoped the heat from the steam would clean her of her emotions. Eventually the water went cold and she got out still upset. She was sore already from his size. He hadn't even tried to take it easy instead just going away at her like she was some drunk sorority slut.

She had ran out of tears by that point and as she wrapped herself in a towel she walked in her bedroom. The memory of the afternoon playing in her head. She was surprised at what effect it had on her. The more she thought about it the more turned on she found herself. "Snap out of it Samantha!" she yelled at her self as she tried to break down. Still the well of tears was dry.....her inner thighs however were not as she grew more and more excited.

She sat on the end of her bed. It had felt good...she had almost came. Had he kept up she would have. She'd never climaxed with a man before. She bit her lip as she remembered the sensation. She wanted to touch herself but her mind wouldn't let her. She couldn't be excited about what had happened she was raped! She fought the urge as she laid down and nodded off to sleep.
 
Bikoura just headed back to his cell knowing that she would be back. They always did and they always wanted more. He just laughed abit thinking about it as the guard put him back into his cell and he walked over to his bed and laid back down. he just sat staring at the ceiling as he always did until his cell mate got in and looked at him. Bikoura had been doing some studies on him and now the man was terrified of him. Bikoura just rolled back to his cell and sat there thinking until it was time to give lights out for the cell block. Bikoura yawned and laid back as he started to drift to sleep thinking about all the things he'd do to his new pet Samantha.
 
It took her some time to get back her nerves. She didn't want to loose her job so she kept quiet. Plus the fear of death helped that out a bit. It was the following week and once again it was time for her meeting with Bikoura. She took a deep breath and headed toward the meeting area. She played it safe this time. He was to remain in restraints the entire time. She quoted some violent behavior last time and nobody questioned it. He would be place in a chair strapped down and unable to get at her. The guards would once again be right outside the door.
 
Bikoura sat and watched as Samantha walked back into the meeting room. He may of been restrained down but he had a way to get out. "Full chains, A nice touch I must say. but in doing so it already tells me alot about you." He just laughed and shook his arm shackles abit making them clink. "OOH watch out im gonna getcha!" he laughed even harder before calming down and watching her knowing that he already had control of one guard who would help him.
 
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