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Into the padded room (me and Angel)

She lifted up the blade, such a simple question sparking such a sudden uprising from him. His hand darted up, grabbing the small thing quickly, before sliding it very carefully into the hiding place in his arm, wincing slightly from it. He licked up the blood, making sure it was hidden once again, before he pushed her off his length. He sent her a look of daggers before pulling his pants up, then leaving the room. He wanted to rage, he wanted to yell at her and throw her through the glass room, but he didn't, calmly walking towards his cell, sliding in and laying down.
 
Her eyes were saddened as she watched him leave. Why did he hate her so? What did she do that was so wrong? She gave him an orgasm he'd never forget. But he hated her before that too. She cooed sadly to herself as he disappeared from the room. She sighed lightly, rising to her feet, looking at the small traces of blood on the floor. She shook her head and left the Solarium. She walked down the hallway, stopping by her favorite plant. Today was a sour cream and onion potato chip day. She opened the bag and indulged in the yummy treat. She had some sodas hidden in her room so she was eager to get there. By the time she reached the end of the hallway, the chips were done. So she threw them out in a nearby trash can and turned the corner to where her cell was.
 
HE was simply laying down in his bed for all of five minutes before he got his idea of revenge. He grabbed a nearby rag and grabbed a can, spraying the inside of it rather thickly before going to his door. He waited, quietly watching, until he saw Angel walking down the hallway, apparantly to her room. He silently left his cell, trailing her for a moment before advancing. He put the chloroformed rag over her mouth and nose, feeling her body give in quickly. He dragged her unconscious body to his cell, closing the door. It was late enough that the guards wouldn't be coming around.

When she would come around, she would find that she was tied down on a bed, sheets tying her hands together at the head of the bed, and her legs tied together with a blanket, one that was wrapped tightly so it wouldn't bend or flex as well, spreading her legs.
 
The sounds in her mind sounded like a metal pipe banging against a steel structure which caused her to wince, her head throbbing in pain. "Where am..." She groaned lightly, trying to open her eyes. There, his figure stood and she could only see a dark shadow. "Who are you?" Her voice was strained, her eyes wincing from the faint light trying to see this man before her. She went to go move, questioning why her arms were raised above her, but found that she couldn't. "What?!" She was still too weak from the drug, she could barely raise her voice. "What... is this?" She tried to move again, attempting to get up when she quickly realized her legs were bound too. "What's going on?!" She struggled, rattling the bed as she jerked violently. But it was no use. Fabric couldn't break like restraints and she was stuck.
 
She struggled rather valiantly against the bondings, but he knew she wouldn't get out of it. What he was worried about was her attracting guards with the banging of the bed against the floor and walls. So he rushed forward, the small, hidden blade pressing against her throat as his lips went to her ear. "Sshhh..." It was the first sound she would have heard come from him, besides breathing, but it would be doubtful that she would confuse him for someone else. His voice was somewhat horse from not being in use for so long, and it had a melodic quality to it still. He brushed the blade down her throat slowly, careful to not cut skin, while his other hand went down, roughly opening her shirt. The blade was fast to take care of any undergarments.
 
She could only see the dark outline of his figure. Facial features were blurred and it was dark from the lack of a nearby window. She was still slightly dizzy from the chloroform, but she remembered his scent very well. Feeling the blade at her throat made her swallow hard, nervous but very exciting at the same time. Feeling his breath against her ear made her exhale sharply as he shushed her. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip lightly. Feeling the blade lightly cut open her clothing, she arched her back slightly, cooing lightly. "Couldn't get enough huh?" She smirked lightly, watching him as he continued to shred her clothes from her body. "Mm, you could have just asked Alex. I wouldn't mind if it were you." She smiled lightly, her eyes watching him seductively.
 
Her comment earned her a light tap to her face, a playful warning with stuff like that. His free hand gently cupped one of her breast, teasing the soft skin, before sliding down, pushing the pants she had on down. His other hand made short work of her panties, shredding them off in seconds. He smelt her arousal, smirked to himself as his hand went down, rubbing at her exposed womanhood, feeling her juices slide against his fingers easily. He didn't say a word, but his touches were enough. And the tent that was in his pants did too, if she could see it in the dim light. Doubtful, though. His head went down, lips, tongue, and teeth teasing her breasts, going back and forth between them, lapping, kissing, and nipping at exposed flesh.
 
Her body squirmed beneath his, her eyes wincing as she let out a light squeal from the contact to her face. She cooed lightly once the sting subsided. Feeling his hand on her breast made her cheeks blush. It had been a while since she's felt a man's touch on her body. A sharp breath escaped her lips as he teased her soft, tender skin. Her nipples beginning to harden from his touches. Feeling him pulling off her pants made her nervous. Once exposed there would be so many questions. When did she get the chance to shave? And how she was so clean with the limited showers they had? No matter. A light moan slipped as he cut her panties and exposed her bald, dripping cunt. Then she gasped! His fingers touching her most sensitive part of her body. She was a hypersensitive girl which was why she was such a nymph. Soft moans escaped her lips as she felt how wet she was against his fingers. The torture on her sex was over, only for him to start on her nipples. Light delicate moans slipped passed her soft, pink lips. Her nipples, hardened in an instant. She was so sensitive. Her back arched and her head lashed from side to side as she kept moaning from the constantly changing feeling she had on her little, pink nipples. "Alex!"
 
Her every little squirm was welcoming to him, made him smile, but if she didn't shut up the guards would come and investigate, and he would be thrown in isolation for a good week or two, and there would go most of his privileges here. He tapped her face lightly again, titling his head up and going "Ssshhh..." His hand slid down to her dripping cunt again, rubbing faster before he slid a finger into her, slowly thrusting it in her, pushing it deep in her and rubbing her g-pot before sliding it out and doing it over again. He did that for a few minutes, but he stopped everything before she orgasmed. He wasn't letting that out easily. He pushed his pants down, releasing his huge length, the meat bobbing slightly from the sudden release, and moved onto the bed over her. He hardly gave her time to get ready for it, sliding his whole length into her in one swift movement, his hand over her mouth to stop any sound.
 
She bit her lip from the tap to her face. She whined lightly as he shushed her again. "It's ok. They'll just think I'm masturbating again." She chuckled lightly until another gasped moan escaped her tongue. Oh his fingers made her feel so good. Her clit was throbbing for more, her own juices helping him stroke it fast and easy. She was tugging on the restraints and trying to force her moans back, or at least keep them light and quiet. "Oh God! It feels so good!" After she thought it couldn't get any better, he started thrusting his finger into her tight, wet, little entrance. "Oh yes!" It was getting harder to contain herself. She was used to self oral but it always felt better when someone else did it. Her back was arching and she was sure her ankles and wrists were getting red from the restraints. "Oh I'm gonna cumm!" And he stopped.

She growled in pure sexual frustration. "Please! Alex, don't stop! You're so good!" She whimpered lightly, trying to see him through the darkness of his room. But it was no use. She could here the fabric dropping, then she felt him climb over her. Before she could react or say anything his hand was over her mouth and he had lunged inside of her. She screamed! Muffled by his hand as tears filled her eyes. It had been so long since she last had sex with another man that she was so tight. Almost like a virgin. It also hurt slightly, his cock being bigger than average was tearing at her walls.
 
Oh god, she was so tight, his eyes closed tight as he held back his moan that wanted to escape his lips. He wasn't going to fall back from what he told himself, he would not make a sound like that. His length buried deep in her, easily from how wet she was, but her grip was relentless, rubbing him even when he didn't move. His hips slowly pulled back out of her, before he slid it back in. He was keeping his thrusts slow and even for her, though from how her cunt was gripping and pulsing at him, he knew her body wanted more. He made it wait, wanting to hear her behave and whisper it to him. He released her mouth from his hand, replacing it with his own lips, kissing her deeply, tongue and teeth teasing her lip.
 
Despite her normal, fast paced, rough, aggressive behavior, she like this. His slow thrusts forced her to feel every, single, inch massage her walls and g-spot. It was maddening but the feeling was phenomenal. Her breath shuddered beneath his hand as he continues to thrust. Now she would please him too. Controlling her pelvic floor muscles to forcibly massage his hard, throbbing cock. As he moved his hand away, her eyes were locked onto his. They almost glowed in the dark, making it all the more exciting as they stared at her while he fucked her. Once his lips touched hers, she was lost. Gone in a haze of lust and romance. His tongue was amazing the way it danced with hers and it was only turning her on more. She moaned gently into the kiss, nipping back at his lip playfully. "I want more. Please." Se begged in a soft whisper. Her eyes alone were more than pleading for more... for him.
 
Her responsive kiss made him groan, but only very slightly. His hips were slowly working to a faster pace, but he heard her pleading words after the kiss, and after a moment, he nodded. His hands went up, removing the sheets from her arms, then he sat up, burying deep in her as he removed the blanket from her legs. He moved back down, and his hips started thrusting faster, his lips finding hers once more to stop any sounds coming from him. Her grip was phenomenal, but the control she had when she had it rub him like that was otherworldly.
 
Once he released her hands, they immediately started touching him. His arms, biceps, anything in her reach until he moved back, burying deep inside of her which made her groan and tilt her head back. She picked her head back up, looking at him as he released her legs. As he moved forward, she grasped onto the bottom edge of his shirt. However, he began thrusting faster inside of her, causing her to freeze and start to moan. But he cut off her moan in a deep, passionate kiss. Muffling it as she gripped tighter onto his clothing. Once she regained herself, she slowly started peeling away his shirt from his torso.

After a few more moments, she took a quick break from the delicious kiss to lift his shirt over his head... As well as catch her breath. Looking at him with pure seduction, she dug her heels into the bed. Then slowly, she lifted her pelvis and ass from the bed, forcing his cock to slowly push inside of her deeper than before. She moaned slowly and erotically. Her eyes closing and her mouth agape until his lips met hers once more.
 
She was a expert, he noticed it quickly. Her mind was able to take on what it wanted even when she was being swamped with pure bliss going through her body. She wanted his shirt off, and he gladly helped her with that, holding himself up on his knees to slide it off his arms as the kiss was broken. But as he rested against her again, he felt her hips rise up, taking him in deeper, making a soft groan escape his lips. But he wasn't without his own tricks. After a few fast, deep thrusts, his hands pushed her hips back down onto the bed, then grabbed one of her legs, lifting it up and wrapping it around his hip. He lifted it high enough that he was pushing even deeper into her than what she had done made him go.
 
That's right she wanted his shirt off. She wanted to feel his warm, bare skin against hers. She blushed lightly as he was now fully unclothed as she was. She bit her lip as he kept thrusting into her, trying to keep herself as quiet as possible. Small moans and held back groans escaped every now and then. But she couldn't hold herself back when he repositioned her and thrust deeper than ever before. She squealed out, covering her own mouth with her hand. She couldn't even keep her eyes open anymore, it was so good. She had never met a man who was as experienced as her, so he was definitely becoming addicting. She kept squealing into her hand, her juices becoming more abundant as he continued to fuck her senseless. She was in pure ecstasy.
 
He could feel her juices running down his hard length, knowing it was going down her leg and possibly had a small pool of it on his bed. But he didn't care about it at the moment. The only thing that really mattered were their orgasms. His thrusts sped up as his own was coming up, and he had no intention of holding it back. Why should he? She showed him well enough earlier that she wanted that a lot, so she would get it. His hand went to her other leg, pulling it up onto his hips, and now his thrusts made her hips roll with his movements. His lips found hers to hide back his sounds as he orgasmed, filling her up inside with hot seed.
 
The pleasure was too much to handle. Especially because she had never felt anything like this in her entire life time. Even when she tried playing with herself, it didn't do as much for her. But now she could feel the huge difference in masturbation and sex. She could feel that her entire body getting hot... she could have sworn the rest of her body was as red as her cheeks. "Oh! A-alex!" Her hands gripped the sheets beneath them tightly, trying to restrain herself from making anymore noises. She felt embarrassed if she did so, but it was hard for her not to in the heat of the moment... As many have witnessed. Small, light whimpered moans escaped past her bitten bottom lip until he planted his own. She couldn't hold back anymore. His cock felt too good. Feeling his cumm pour inside her was the last straw. She arched her hips and squealed hard into the kiss as she released her long awaited orgasm!
 
He felt her rushing orgasm squeezing him and milking him for more of his cum, giving it to her as he restrained any sounds coming from her lips with his own. His kiss was heated, passionate, which was surprising if she studied him for a while, since he was a loner here. His hands dug into her shoulders as a extra wave of pleasure went over him, before hs slowly slid out of her.

He didn't mind sleeping nude, but she would have to get back to her cell, or they would both get isolation for this. So he helped her back into her shirt and pants, stuffing her torn up underwear into her pants for her to take care of. He looked at her with a line made from his lips and hard eyes, before his eyes softened and his lips formed a soft smile, kissing her on the cheek before walking her to the door.
 
She was exhausted, which was rare. She was never really tired from an orgasm before, but this really took the cake. Feeling him pull from her made her gasp gently. His cock was probably dripping with her juices as well. Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breath, laying there limp for a few moments. Once she got up and he started helping her back into her clothes, she smiled and blushed lightly. Her shirt barely hung from her and it made her giggle lightly and shake her head. She didn't mind it.

Once they reached the door, her face was sad that she was leaving, but she knew well she couldn't sleep with him. She bit her bottom lip lightly, holding back said emotion. As he smiled at her, she quirked her brow... almost confused. But she accepted, offering a smile of her own. Feeling his soft lips on her cheek made her blush lightly, but that wasn't acceptable for her. Without warning, she locked her lips onto his, her arms wrapping around his neck. She let the kiss linger for a few moment, before breaking it, smiling, then taking off down the hallway.
 
He was taken by surprise with her kiss, but he didn't let that stop him. He kissed her back in a flurry of passion, before she pulled back and left. He watched her go down the hall, before going to his bed. There was what looked like a small lake of juices on his bed, and he wasn't ashamed of it. He pulled the sheets off, folded them nicely, and put them to the side before laying down and falling asleep. That was probably the first pleasant memory he had of the place.

The next morning, he got up and got dressed before heading out to the cafeteria. He grabbed his usual morning orange before sitting down. HE seemed to be in a slightly more cheerful mood, whether or not it was noticable since he didn't say a word to anyone still.
 
She made her way back to her room as if she were on a cloud. She slipped passed guards as if they were non-existing. Making it back to her cell, pushing opened the door that seemed to have been locked. She giggled, taking the two inch metal plate from the lock cavity in the wall and pocketed it. This was her key to escape. They could never lock her in here cause the door never fully locked. She put the two inch metal plate back and closed the door behind her, letting it click into place. Making her way to her bed she sighed happily, flopping down She pulled out her notebook fro under her pillow and her favorite green pen and began writing.

  • Written in green chalk in front of your door.
    Blue ink on the stairs up to your apartment

    Pouring from my drunken lips
    At three in the morning

    When all I have left to lose
    Is the hour we have left

    Before the roof comes crashing in
    And a taxi comes to the corner

    To sweep you back to where ever you came from[/list:u]

    She smiled lightly to herself and closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep. Hours later, the morning sun came beaming through the single window she had in her room. She rubbed her eyes awake and hopped up to change her clothes, get up, brush her teeth, then head out.

    When she was done she made her way to the cafeteria, but she didn't go in. Instead she went to the corner of the archway, trying to get Alex's attention. She waved her arms, whispering "psst!" Once she would catch his eyes she would mouth the words "get over here", while pointing repeatedly to the floor directly in front of her.
 
He had been slowly eating, hardly doing anything, until he heard the familiar voice coming from outside the room. It took a couple calls for him to turn his head towards Angel, though, slowly eating a slice of the orange he had grabbed. When she gestured for him to come forward, he shrugged, finished his orange at his normal pace, before getting up. HE tossed the peel away before going to her.

He didn't wait for her to do anything, simply grabbed her by the upper arm and pulled her off somewhere more private. When he was sure there wasn't anyone else listening in, he turned to her, letting her go and giving her a half stern look, the question of "what?" plain on his face.
 
She smiled lightly and grasped onto his hand, leading him down a few hallways til they reached a lonely door that seemed to never be used. She opened it and continued to lead him outside. It was a rainy day, no sun. But it was warm and the rain was refreshing. She let out a comforted sigh, rushing out in the middle of the down pour. She looked over to him and motioned for him to come on as she continued down the alleyway.

Her hair, her clothing, everything was getting soaked in the down pour and she acted as if it wasn't even raining. She knew he enjoyed his produce, so she was taking him to the market. And on a day like today, it was perfect. She didn't know why, but she liked making him happy. Many couldn't tell, but she noticed every little face twitch, glare, brow furrows he made. And she only wanted to see it again.
 
She soon leaded hm outside, and although he couldn't help but sigh as he was refreshed with some fresh air, he scoffed as she gestured for him to follow her. Go out in the rain? Either way, he wasn't dressed to go anywhere outside the facility. He was only wearing a dull gray set of sweatpants and a t-shirt, it would probably be painfully obvious that he wasn't a part of 'normal' society. But, her enthusiasm got a hold of him, and he moved forward to follow her.

He hadn't seen the area around the facility, ever. He was from another town, and he was transferred to the facility by armored truck. Still, he wasn't all that excited by the bland buildings that were around him. Soon, they reached a marketplace, and he was wondering why. Why take him to a place that sells food when he just ate?
 
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