Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Nightmares ❯ Memory ( Chapter 3 )
I had sat in the darkness of the bedroom of Treize Kushrenada for six hours and I was quite comfortable in the shadows by his bed. The door opened and I fell back into the shadow behind the curtains surrounded his bed. He entered the room and turned on the lights, he made no sign that he noticed me as he removed his cloak and jacket. I made my move while he was removing his shirt and baring his chest. My knife was about to pierce his heart when he caught me and slammed me into the floor. I rolled out of the way to avoid being impaled on his sword. We fought for at most three minutes before my knife was ripped from my hand and his sword was at my throat.
"It was foolish to go for such an outright attack," he said quietly as he held the blade against my throat and I stared at him in silence. I would die without a word if I had to. He smiled as he drew the blade down, slicing my maid uniform open so I was exposed to the waist. "One of the Child's Assassins I see. Well then, I have never tried to break their code of silence before…" He brought the blade up again and sliced through my bra. "…but then, I've never had such a lovely young woman after my head." He came towards me and I backed up into a wall. He stood before me, his sword tight in his hand, it would be futile to try and take it. He stabbed the blade into the wall beside my head and then pulled the top of my ruined outfit off of me and I felt blind panic coursing through my veins. Treize pulled my uniform off of me as I struggled against him, but he had the superior strength and he wasn't afraid of me now that I was unarmed. I was disabled by the wall as he shoved me against it, pinning me to it as I tried to push him away. He ripped away my clothing until I was naked before him and held me against his naked chest.
"You seem frightened, if you tell me who sent you I'll let you go untouched," he whispered into my ear as he ran his hands up my sides and I snarled as I tried to push him away. Fear was clouding my mind as I tried to escape him. "Don't bother, if you won't talk then I'll just have to see what it'll take to break that oath of silence." With that I was thrown onto the bed and pinned as he straddled me and held my arms down. I thrashed, but I had deactivated my vocal cords, almost subconsciously. He smirked as he quickly pulled a pair of handcuffs out from under the mattress and dragged me over to the headboard where I noticed a few holes each one big enough for his hand to slip through. I fought harder until he punched me in the gut, forcing the breath out of my lungs, and quickly slipping my hands through two different holes and handcuffing me. I wouldn't be able to get free, I was strong, but to pull the chain through the five-inch thick wood headboard was beyond me. Then Treize hands began to wander over my body and I closed my eyes as his hand covered my breasts, squeezing and manipulating them. I shook my head as if I denied it hard enough he would let me go. He laughed as he reached the junction of my thighs. He gently stroked the inside of my thighs, blowing lightly against the skin. I had to fight him, I began a mental exercise we girls had been taught for situations like this.
I thought about the ocean, the cool, calm sea, I had been there a few times after missions, before returning to space. Cold, warm, cool, the sea was always the right temperature for her when she visited it.
"Hmmm a mental activity to remain calm," he said and I continued to think about the sea but now I was listening. "That Child's Assassin group knows how to train you." He laughed before he slipped his fingers between my nether lips. I would have cried out but I thought more about the ocean the way the waves pushed you back and forth. Then he began to let his fingers delve into my depths. I opened my mouth is a silent gasp.
`NO! Give him NOTHING!' the brave little soldier that I was cried and I turned my head so I when I did open my eyes I could see the wall, but the wall held no comfort due to the mirror. I could see his eyes wandering over my body as his hand was lost between my thighs. I closed my eyes again as his breath fell on my left nipple and I new what he was going to do and I tried to pull back and away, but he had me trapped. He began to suckle as his free hand manipulated my other breast. The one between my legs began to stroke harder, applying pressure to the right spot, causing me to arch my back. The intense shot of pleasure caused the same reaction each time he applied pressure. He nipped at my breast and then began to nibble up my chest to my neck. Then a finger entered me and I sucked in a breath.
`NO! SAY NOTHING!!' I thought hard. Then the second finger entered and I felt the tears building up behind my eyelids. `NO! You can't cry, you haven't cried since Leo died! You can't cry now!' His fingers explored the inside of my body again that shot of pressure came, even greater this time and I thanked my training that I could stop my vocal chords or a moan would have come out.
"Come now, I know you aren't made of stone," he whispered into my neck and I held my eyes shut. The ocean cold, calm, my life was always at ease by the sea. I tried to imagine the water when he found that spot. I arched my back and shuddered as he caressed it, once he got that reaction, he continued till I felt my whole body shake and a warm relaxation spread from my womb to the rest of my body.
"That was pleasant," he whispered as he gently stroked me a few more times and I let out a sob. `No, don't cry. Don't let him see that he's hurt you.' I kept my eyes shut, imagining the ocean, the never ending ocean that could make me feel as if my sins were nothing. Then I felt him pull back, I opened my eyes to see him removing his shoes and pants. `No, no, no, no, no!' I closed my eyes again as the tears built up. My legs were twined together, locked at the ankles, and curled up towards my body as I buried my face into my shoulder. I felt his hands wrap around my ankles and the struggle that took place lasted a good fifteen minutes before he started to twist my ankles and I gave up. I felt him run his hands up my legs as he spread them and forced me to straddle him. He covered me and I felt his hand run along the side of my neck where he had sucked and nibbled on my skin. I shuddered as he pressed that hard part of himself against me.
"It's not to late, tell me who you are, who you work for, and how you go in here and I'll just let you go," he said and I shook my head. NEVER! He sighed as his lips gently touched my cheek. "I understand, you're training has been so long engrained you can't think about betraying your programmers. So you've taken the life of a whore, I am sorry." He began to push into me and I whimpered as the pain began. He went slowly, extending the pain to the point I finally forgot my training and cried out a wordless cry of pain. "As I expected, a virgin." I ignored him as I shook my head, shutting my vocal chord off again. I bit my lip as the first tears came running down my cheek. Soft lips kissed my tears away, but pity was something I hated as much as failure. In the depths of my soul I felt my body rocking and I imagined the ocean. Floating on the calm water, the pain between my legs simply from swimming too much. I imagined myself on the water until he touched me and his fingers found my sex again. I cried out as I felt the wave of pleasure roll over me. He arched his back as he thrust deep and released himself inside of me. His head rested on my chest and slowly I gave into the wave of sleep.