Chapter 538: Her Story
"Well that’s a buzz kill," Laz said, pushing Brittany away from him and pulling up his pants as she sat on the ground, fighting back tears.
"I said... I would.... You bastard...." Laz reached down and pulled her up to her feet. Although it took a bit of effort, she finally stood and he sorted out her dress for her before seating her next to himself on the love seat and pulling her head onto his lap. While she fought it at first, her struggles quickly ceased as Laz stroked her hair and she buried her head into his waist.
Laz had never intended to take advantage of her and things went way farther than he had anticipated, so even though this wasn’t his normal way to act, somehow it felt right to him. After the time he had spent with his wives, his view on women had matured and despite the lust he normally felt still being present, there was something deeper there as well.
It took a while for her sobs to cease as she had buried her head in his stomach and cried softly. The whole time this was going on, Amira was just frozen in place like a doll, even the look on her face not changing. She just couldn’t follow the disaster that was taking place in front of her and didn’t know how to react.
Brittany finally stopped crying but instead of getting up, she turned over the other way to face away from Laz, still not leaving his lap.
"Ready to tell me the whole story?" Laz asked, stroking her hair with one hand while holding his drink in the other.
"You know my ass is still hanging out, don’t you?"
"Not my fault you decided on such a short dress. You’re welcome to get up if you’re uncomfortable."
"I didn’t say that... You’re not what the reports said you were..." Brittany mumbled the last bit, but even over the loud music, Laz heard her clearly.
"Would you prefer if I was?"
"I would have been violated by you, hated you and eventually ended up taking my own life, but at least I would have had my revenge..."
"Revenge isn’t off the table. But first I need to hear your story," Laz finally said with a sigh, expressing how he felt. He didn’t want to be tied up like this... but it still somehow was happening.
"My life would be so much easier if I was an unfeeling monster..." Laz spoke, before Brittany even got a chance to start.
"It would be..."
"Spill it, please. Don’t worry, I’ll keep rubbing," Laz then stated with a laugh.
"No one said you have to..." Brittany complained, but didn’t stop him either.
"I met her four years ago and while it was love at first sight for me, she was... straight? I guess. Not interested would be the better term. It was an all girls college and we had just started our first semester..."
"They actually have all girl colleges? I thought that was like... I don’t know... something they made up for porn and visual novels?"
"What the hell are you talking about? Yes they have them..."
"Alright. You would know best. Continue."
"Anyway. Even if I was attracted to her, I couldn’t express it. Instead, I just got close to her by trying to be her friend and we went on from there, it helped that we were roommates. Anyway, her family wasn’t nearly as conservative as mine so she actually had a boyfriend, although it was a long distance one. They were saving themselves for marriage, or at least until she finished college, but that didn’t mean they didn’t like to play..."
"Play?"
"Yeah? You know... some kinky video sex?"
"Oh... that’s kind of hot actually.."
"Right? It was... and I’d spy on her when she was doing it since there was a mirror in the room that faced the bunks. While I was in the dark on the bottom bunk fingering myself, she would be on the top bunk with the screen lighting up her wonderful figure. I used to pretend to be asleep and stare at her in the mirror as she played with herself. It was so hot... and felt so wrong..."
"Yeah. Fucking pervert. Now please continue..."
"You’re poking me in the head."
"Yep, let me just slide this down my pant leg. Ok. All done. Go on."
"Anyway... one day, she ended up getting a video text message from an unknown number when we were studying for finals. Although I warned her about opening up weird shit like that, she did it anyway. I had no idea what had happened until she started shaking and dropped her phone. When I picked it up, I saw what the video was... and it was... fucked up..."
"Let me guess, a video from his side chick showing them banging that the side chick sent to get them to break up?"
"No... worse..."
"What’s worse than that? I mean... that’s pretty fucked up in my book. Least if you’re going to have several lovers, you need to be open and honest about it..."
"That’s not the point and anyway.... it was a video of her boyfriend, except he was blindfolded, wearing a ball gag and getting pounded in the ass by a huge dude while another guy sucked him off. And the person who sent the video? Was the dominatrix of the three men. It was only after turning on the sound that we heard her saying that this was his break up video with her since he didn’t have the balls to tell her himself and that she had just found out he had a girlfriend. And as a favor to her, she then showed herself kicking him in the balls and spanking him with this large studded paddle that had the word honesty written on it in spiked studs. She then apologized to her and told her she could do so much better than ’this weak little toy who enjoyed letting himself be played with." After that, she never heard from him again."
"Well... no kink shaming here.... but fucking hell. Props to the woman though, taking him to account like that!"
"Heh... she was hot, I’ll give her that. Anyway. She was fucking hurt after that and eventually.... found herself in my arms..."
"Ah. The comforting shoulder of the best friend huh? Did you try to take advantage of her and kiss her first or did she?"
"Who do you think I am?"
"I don’t know. I met you like an hour ago and you were going to fuck me five minutes ago. How the hell do I know who you are?"
"... Ok. Point taken. Anyway, she did. I wasn’t going to be some breakup fling to get her through it. So yeah..."
"Ok. That doesn’t explain what happened though?" Amira said, munching away on some snacks she had grabbed from the bar while Brittany was speaking.
"You’re enjoying her pain way to much...." Laz commented.
"Just the story, not the pain. Continue." Amira shot back, taking a sip of her drink in between bites.
"Well... we were happy for a few years despite having to hide everything before things in the college got weird. People were there one day administering blood tests to all the staff and students. When she went to get tested though, she didn’t come back for a long time so I went to go find her..."
"Side question. What was your girlfriend’s name?" Amira asked, still munching away.
"Olivia... but I called her Via for short..."
"Not Liv?" Laz asked.
"Fuck no. That’s what everyone calls an Olivia and I wanted her nickname to be just as special as mine..."
"So what’s your..."
"Moving on. I finally found out what happened. In her test.. she was determined to have been an infected and they detained her right then and there. Suddenly she was gone and I had no idea what happened to her."
"That’s.... well.... and she had no idea?"
"Of course she knew. She knew she wasn’t one and was only a normal human. And besides which... I found reports later that showed that one of the big shots interviewing her had taken a liking to her so after plastering her with that claim, he was able to abduct her and no one could say shit about it. After I got all of the information together, I applied to the church to have her freed... but by the time I had finally found her... she was already dead.... Abused to death by that fucker and discarded just as quickly."
"That’s... well... I’m sorry. But... rich as you are.... things with those chosen bastards is really kind of top secret. So even with all of your parents money, there is no way you managed to buy all this information..." Laz said, poking at the hole in the story.
"Well... yeah. It’s pretty hard to get intel... but the reason I was able to find out about it is the same reason I knew she was a normal human... cause I am a chosen myself...." Brittany said, bracing herself. After all, chosen and infected hated each other and admitting that while being within choking distance of the man who is public enemy number one due to the chosen was just asking to be killed.
But she didn’t even feel a pause in Laz’s action as he kept stroking her hair.
"You don’t hate me?" Brittany asked, still facing away from him.
"I already figured it out a while ago," Laz said, not feeling the least bit alarmed.
"How?"
"Let’s just say I am a whole lot stronger than you so while it didn’t hit me at first, it didn’t take to long before I could feel it...
"Oh..."
There was silence between them as even Amira stopped, knowing that this person laying on Laz’s lap right now was her enemy. The only thing that kept her calm was Laz’s calmness at the entire situation. She still didn’t know how strong he was, but it seemed like he didn’t fear her in the least.
"I couldn’t do anything. My lover was dead and no one gave a shit. As far as they were concerned, she was just another dead infected, even if she was human. Everything I had been doing was covered up as soon as it was discovered that she died. Since he is stronger than me, it was decided I was in the wrong and had to apologize to him for bothering him about this. Yeah... I had to stand in front of him at a meeting and apologize for causing him trouble after he kidnapped and raped my lover to death. That was six months ago, but I never gave up. I kept my head down and graduated, then returned home. As far as everyone else was concerned, this was over and I had accepted things. No one made things difficult for me either since they didn’t want to cause friction with the weaker chosen, even though most of them have been taken advantage of. While there is suppose to be rules in place in the church’s order for the chosen, rules are often broken. Hell, if my parents weren’t so rich, maybe I would have been disposed of as well...."
"And what brings you here tonight is that bastard is here, huh?"
"Yes."
"And your sure?"
"I’ve been following his movements ever since the day I had to apologize while he and his friends just laughed at me."
Brittany finally got up and stood before Laz. She then got down on her knees, her makeup running down her face as she bent low and bowed to him.
"Please. I don’t care if you want all my money or even to just use me as your personal chosen fuck toy that you brag to you friends about. I’ll wear a collar and call you my master if I have to. But please... there is no one else..." She said, keeping back the tears that were starting to form once again. She hadn’t come here with a plan, but even if she was going to die, she was going to do whatever she could to take that bastard with her.
Or, at least, that’s what she wanted to do, before she saw the light of hope in a random encounter with a poor looking guy at the entrance to this club.
And that hope was sitting right in front of her. She had touched him, felt him... felt a strange warmth from him that went against her own instincts. With the chip imbedded in her neck, he shouldn’t have been able to sense her, but he had and he hadn’t hurt her despite that.
So even if she was going to jump off a cliff straight into hell, she would do so gladly if it meant her revenge.
All he had to do was say yes and she would sell herself to him.
