Vigil: Part 1
Chapter 8
Anderson Ghash watched the woman in black as her brown eyes widened, darting around wildly as she reacted to the chemical. Her face was visibly flushed, her jaw dropping as she heaved in heavy breaths.
“Ninety-percent pure double-A. How do you like it?”
The writhing woman shut her eyes through her mask, her hands balled up into tight fists. Anderson knew that she was trying her best to resist the serum. Anderson also knew that she would fail.
“I...I...” the vigilante managed through wheezes that betrayed her, “I fucking hate you!”
“Still fighting, I see.” Anderson crouched down, leaning close to the vigilante’s ear. “You know it’s only a matter of time, right?” He whispered in the way in that deep, low voice he knew she’d love.
He brought his hand up to her cheek, brushing her soft skin lightly, drawing a sharp hiss from her lips.
“Stop…” she whispered, near-pleadingly as he felt her shiver.
“Just give in, Miss Vigil. You’ve resisted far longer than most — most girls would’ve been on their knees by the time they’d reached my desk.” It was a lie, obviously, though she was resisting far more than anyone did. Still, Ghash hoped it’d appeal to her needy ego. “You’ve fought longer than anyone. You can give in now.” he said, stroking her brown hair lightly.
“No…” she murmured, shaking her flushed face as she religiously kept her eyes shut. “F-fuck off. Fuck off!” she snarled, lashing out with a blind punch.
Anderson didn’t see that coming, and winced, rubbing his chin as he looked back at her. “Feisty.”
Fight. Fight! She gritted her teeth, forcing her quivering arm to reach for her shock baton. It was...gone? She opened her eyes in shock, seeing the grinning doctor before her, holding her utility belt.
No…
She let her head relax back on the carpet, staring blankly at the ceiling. The warmth in between her legs was increasingly harder to ignore, and she rubbed her inner thighs together, desperate to address the itch, yet begging herself not to give in further.
“Fuuuck…” she murmured as her actions rewarded her with a dizzying, unexpected wave of pleasure. She froze, belatedly realising she’d blurted it out aloud, before another crippling wave of pleasure washed her shame away.
Vigil’s eyes wandered blankly around the room. Everything was shimmering around her, ghostly doubles appearing and vanishing, a pink hue creeping in on the sides of her vision. Her body sang for attention, a continual fog of lust blanketing her mind.
“You feel it, don’t you?” he said in that maddeningly addictive voice. “It’s interesting, ten doses wouldn’t affect the weakest male but give just one dose to a female...”
She panted heavily, desperately trying to focus on his words, trying to break them down, process their meaning, anything to distract herself from the drug that infected her mind.
She felt a palm on her right breast, the man’s touch drawing a sharp gasp from her lips, her burning skin feeling his touch even through the uniform she wore. That single touch set her mind ablaze, whatever progress she’d made to breaking the drug’s hold on her lost as Vigil was entranced by his touch. She let the doctor’s hand run slowly down her belly, leaving a trail of tingles in its wake. Biting her lip to stop a moan from escaping, she shook her head in futile resistance yet secretly begged for it to go lower, to address the fire in her loins.
But it didn’t. His hand stopped at her waist, forcing an apprehensive shiver to run through Vigil’s spine. A pent-up sigh escaped from her lips, and Vigil was shocked at the disappointment that filled her mind.
Instead, it dipped beneath her shirt, making direct contact with her toned stomach.
“Agh…” she couldn’t resist a moan, feeling his rough palm caress her hyper-sensitive skin. “Stop. Stop…” she pleaded with him, feeling the cool air of the room touch her skin as his hand glided upwards, pulling her shirt up with it, exposing her white bra to the elements. She barely resisted, letting him bring her shirt up to her elbows, restricting her arm movement.
F-fight...he’s... he’s a monster...I can’t allow thi—
Her mind went blank as his fingers reached under her bra.
“Aren’t you tired of this, my dear?” he whispered in that husky voice. “I know you already want it, I can feel your desire.” he said, emphasising it with a light brush over her hard nipples.
Oh...she shivered from his touch. At some level she knew he was manipulating her, seducing her, yet...he was so good at it.
“I saw the video, you know. I saw you begging for more, I know hiding deep inside that cold exterior is a little slut aching to be free.”
Slut...she felt herself sinking into the sea of lust. Her arms were slack, her body unresisting, and she panted softly, hypnotised at the way he played with her body. She lost herself in his eyes, her mouth agape.
I...I…
“I can’t…” she whispered. With immense reluctance she ripped her stare from his beautiful eyes, throwing a desperate glance at the open window just a few metres away.
She felt his hand lightly gripping her chin, guiding her back to look at him. “There’s no running away from this, my little slut.” He whispered to her, leaning in to softly kiss her cheek.
Vigil felt herself rapidly spiralling out of control. I...I need to stop this. It’s...it’s just chemicals, just…
She let out a long blissful sigh as he licked down her neck to her collarbone. Fuuuuck…
His wet, warm tongue trailed down, in tandem with him slowly pulling her bra down to expose her soft, pillowy breasts. “Nno...no…” she begged, feeling his tongue drag slowly along her breast, teasingly lapping around her areola, before his lips clamped down, suckling lightly on her nipple.
It hurt. It hurt so much not to go along, not to give in to the crushing pain against her temples promising to turn into pleasure if she would just give in.
Vigil unconsciously arched her back, pressing her breast up into his mouth, her shy moans increasing in volume as he led her down a path of depravity. Give in… It was so much easier, letting him take control. It was so much easier to lose herself. She felt his hands take hold of her right hand, guiding it down, dipping beneath her panties.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered hotly in her ear, following it up with a teasing lick along her earlobe.
Touch yourself…his dominating voice echoing in her mind, Vigil ran her fingers up her labia, shivering as she felt the raw heat from her moist pussy.
Touch yourself.
Her thumb pressed against her aching clit as she heard her own shameless moan echo through the room.
Touch yourself.
Her hips bucked against her own hand — finally, her addled mind thought — as she slid her fingers into her folds. Oh yes...slut… She heard her own slutty moans echoing against the walls, as the assault on her body renewed, the man’s tongue trailing along the sensitive of her neck, rising slowly into a hungry kiss that locked around her lips.
Touch yourself.
She accepted it, letting his tongue explore her mouth. As he withdrew from the kiss, Vigil stared into his eyes, imagining him railing her, his hard cock sinking into her aching pussy. She needed it. In her mind’s eye his strong arms wrap around her, giving him further access and letting his length dip in deeper, and deeper, and deeper, and...
“Ah...ah...ah!” Faith moaned submissively, the drug-fueled orgasm taking her by surprise as sopping juices drenched her fingers and her panties. She panted, her own fingers dragging her lustful body into another crushing wave of a climax, her face locked in a look of submissive pleasure as she peered at the adonis who tamed her.
“Beautiful.” he grinned widely. Faith didn’t resist, letting him pull her hand out and guide her dripping fingers past her parted lips.
Sweet...tastes sweet. Faith thought dully to herself. The shame was gone, replaced with a numb sense of finality. She let herself sink deeper into it, licking her drenched fingers, letting the taste of her own defeat coat her tongue.
Everything was dimmer, darker, a shell of the explosive glory of her climax. She...she wanted more. She wanted more of the drug, she craved it. It wasn’t just an aphrodisiac, it was an escape — an escape for her to take the rest of her inhibitions away before she could fathom her own humiliation. Her humiliation...
Vigil’s eyes widened in horror. Too late.
Anderson laughed, seeing the shock in the vigilante’s eyes. Sure, he’d assisted at some points, but it was her that led herself down the path of depravity. He almost pitied the girl.
He rose from his crouch, feeling his hard erection aching to fuck the brains out of that slut. But no...that would be too easy, and that could wait. He carefully picked up another syringe from the drawer under his desk, walking back to the girl’s side. He waved it in front of her lightless eyes.
“J..just finish this.” she said hollowly.
He looked at her and grinned. “No. I want you to do it.” he said, placing the syringe in her hand.
Vigil looked down at the syringe.
She could still feel the shame creeping back into her mind, reminding her of her failures, her defeats. I...I don’t need to live with the shame anymore. The drug promised to take them away.
She could still feel her lust, the dark part of her mind that craved for more. She loved being dominated, she loved to be taken...I...I can have more... The drug promised to give her more.
Anderson watched the vigilante stare blankly at the syringe, before positioning it at her forearm. As he had expected. He almost felt wistful looking at her crestfallen face, wishing he’d recorded her change from confident, arrogant heroine to a sex slave of the Bazaar.
Vigil looked at the distance.
“What are you doing, Faith?”
“I can’t do this. I can’t live like this anymore. I’ve been defeated, over and over. Humiliated, beaten, outsmarted, outclassed...”
Mindtwist crouched over her, a grin crossing her features. “I didn’t know you memorised a thesaurus.”
“I don’t want to fight anymore.”
Mindtwist sighed, sitting herself down beside Faith. She took her sunglasses off.
“I suppose you’re going to tell me to look into your purple eyes, tell me everything’s gonna be alright.” Faith said.
Her mentor snorted. “I’m a figment of your imagination. I can’t do that.” She looked in the distance, shaking her head. “Fuck, Faith...you really think you’re so god-damned special?”
“What?”
“You’re not. All of us have been defeated, over and over and over again.”
Faith shook her head. “You haven’t been humiliated like I have been.”
Mindtwist looked darkly at her. “You’ll be surprised.” Her look softened as she reached over, taking the syringe from Faith’s unresisting hand. “Point is, we get back up and keep trying.”
Mindtwist threw a disgusted look at the syringe, before throwing it to the side. “We keep fighting until we win. Until then, we lose again, and again and again. That’s part of the deal.”
“That’s a pretty crappy deal.”
Mindtwist laughed. “It is. But we’re not doing this for ourselves. We’re doing it for the people out there. The ones we care about.”
“Angie.” Faith whispered.
“And me! Don’t you dare forget about me.”
Faith couldn’t help but smile.
Mindtwist looked wistfully out the window, before turning back. “Get up, Faith. You’re all we’ve got, don’t you give up on me.”
“Mindtwist,” the vigilante murmured.
“Excuse me?” Anderson frowned.
A strange smile crossed her soft features. “She was my mentor, back before the Purge.”
“Uh...huh.” Anderson muttered. This wasn’t abnormal. Many of the girls he broke had some sort of mental farewell to their old selves before they embraced their future lives. The way he saw it, it was almost respectful. Man, I’m such a good person, Anderson thought sardonically to himself.
“She was a master in the mental arts, and helped heal my mind after the defeat you reminded me about.”
“...Right.”
“You know why I’m telling you this, doctor?”
Anderson rolled his eyes, shrugging.
“So you know who to look for to put your broken fucking mind back together.” her blank expression warped into a horrifying snarl, as she shot her leg out and knocked Anderson to the ground.
Impossible. This was impossible. She was drugged, she was broken, this was impossible. Anderson struggled in her vicious grasp as she clamped a palm painfully over his face, and her eyes shone white—