Darkness Ahead...proceed with caution

Multiple POVs

Marissa's POV

My eyelids felt so heavy. I tried to sit up and simply couldn't. I heard garbled voices whispering. Assuming it was the guys, I tried to call out to them, but my voice didn't seem to work and soon the darkness consumed me again.

The next time I woke, I heard the familiar beeping of monitors. I opened my eyes expecting to see Sean and a hospital room only to see a dark-haired man, messing with an IV line and a plush room. "Good morning, Mrs. Porter," the man said softly. "I'm Dr. Murdoch. How are you feeling?"

It took me a moment to process what he'd called me. "Where am I? Where are my fiancées?"

He shook his head, "Your fiancées? I'm not sure what you're talking about ma'am. Let me go get your husband." He quickly walked out of the door and I began taking in my surroundings. I had an IV attached and a monitor belt around my stomach. I watched as the baby's heartbeat thumped consistently.

"Marissa?" Jackson's voice came from the doorway. I felt my chest tighten and I began to panic as the reality of my situation started to set in. It all came flooding back - the courtroom, what my father had said, the gunshots, then I'd passed out. "Marissa," take a deep breath. You need to calm down, this isn't good for the baby," he said, placing his hand on top of mine.

"Funny, I thought kidnapping wasn't good for the baby either," I snapped at him, jerking my arm away.

"I didn't kidnap you, Rissa. You're my wife. If anything, those men took you away from me." His jaw clenched. "It's high time you start behaving like a wife."

"I am not your wife," I growled.

He grabbed my hand and pushed it in front of my face, showing me an obscenely large diamond solitaire ring. "I beg to differ." He then kissed the back of my hand and I flinched. "I know we started off the wrong way, Rissa, but this can work." I watched as the man who called himself Dr. Murdoch came back in and began to inject something into my IV line.

"What are you doing?" I demanded, but he ignored me.

"Shh, Rissa. It's just something to help you relax," Jackson said, his voice sounding distant. My vision began to swim as he eased me back against the pillow. "I promise you it won't hurt you or our daughter, love." He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead and I let out a whimper. My body felt heavy as I tried to stay awake, but it was useless and darkness took me again.

Jackson's POV

She looked beautiful as she slept. When Judge Roberts called and told me she had shown up at Dalton's trial, I was elated. It was the perfect opportunity and as usual, the Academy had all the bases covered. The added distraction of her lover being shot helped divert their attention just long enough. I ran my hand down her cheek and grinned when she leaned into my touch subconsciously.

"She'll sleep for several hours," Murdoch said as he placed the band over her ears. "I'm starting her off slow so that we can monitor her EEG readings as well as the baby's heart rate. I don't want to push her too quickly." Marissa let out a low moan and shifted in the bed. The doctor chuckled, "Judge will be here tonight. We'll need to make sure she eats before taking the stimulant. He wants to make sure she's compliant but fully conscious of her actions."

I nodded. She moaned again and I asked, "What exactly is she hearing?"

He gave a wide smile, "This time, she's basically hearing porn. Some sessions are just sounds, while others are frequencies and subliminal suggestions embedded in familiar sounds. When accompanied by the right stimulation, they help to embed new thoughts, memories, and skills. It's a type of operant conditioning training the Academy is using now." He reached down and pinched at her nipple making her arch and gasp but not wake. "Give it a few months and she will have a completely new set of memories. She'll think you two have been together for years and no doubt in her mind that you are the father of the child." He started for the doorway then stopped, "She'll be head over heels in love with you and look to you for guidance in everything, Jackson. Just be patient," he said, then left, closing the door behind him.

I stretched out next to her in the bed, watching her eyes move rapidly as her body twitched and reacted to the sensations filling her mind. I let my hands wander over her body as she slept. Each touch elicited a moan or movement and made my cock throb. I finally forced myself to stop and let sleep take me as I wrapped my arm around her waist. She was mine now, and those men couldn't take her away.

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Trigger Warnings: forced drug use; non-con sexual assault

I felt her body shift and opened my eyes to see her soft brown ones looking at me. "I need the bathroom, please," she said quietly. I unhooked the monitor belt and helped her stand. Then grabbing her IV bag and holding her around the waist, I helped her to the bathroom. She gave me a frustrated look when she tried to sit, so I turned my back to her. Once she'd finished and washed her hands, I took her back to the bed. "Why do I have this?" she held up the arm with the IV.

"Dr. Murdoch put the line in when we brought you from the courthouse. We didn't know what had happened at first, so it was a precaution. Then he left it in to make it easier to administer your medications," I explained.

"What medications?" her eyes narrowed.

"I think it's best if Judge Roberts explains that to you," I said. "He will be here soon. You need to try and eat. Is there anything you'd prefer?" She shook her head. "Rissa, the baby needs food even if you don't want to eat. Please, tell me what you want."

She sighed, "Fine. Something light, soup maybe? I feel kind of nauseous."

"I'll get it, and I'll tell Murdoch about the nausea. It might be a side effect. You need to tell him things like that. We don't want anything happening to this little girl," I said and placed my hand on her stomach. She gave me a death stare but didn't try to move my hand. "I'll be right back, just relax."

I slipped out of the room and found Murdoch in the kitchen. I prepared a bowl of chicken and rice for her while I explained how she felt. He agreed that it was the medicine and probably a lack of eating that caused it. I knocked on the door as I entered to avoid startling her.

She was sitting propped up, her tawny hair spilling over her shoulders. I frowned to myself when I saw the dark circles under her eyes. I'd need to keep an eye on that. We might have to take breaks from the training if it is causing her to be exhausted. "I made chicken and rice. I remembered you preferred it to chicken noodles," I said as I sat the tray over her lap.

"Thank you," she said quietly. She took a cautious sip of the soup, then smiled and began to eat enthusiastically. It wasn't long before she'd finished the entire bowl and her water. She looked at the water and gave a small giggle.

"What's so funny?" I asked, surprised to hear her giggle.

"You and Chloe tried so hard to get me pregnant, and in a way, I guess you did, just not the way you envisioned. Kind of ironic, really," she snorted. Then her face darkened. "What happened to her - to Chloe?"

I moved the tray and scooted closer, "I'm sorry."

She started to shake, "No, no, the baby, no, please, no," she cried and began sobbing.

I pulled her into my arms as she cried, her fingers gripping at my shirt. "I'm so sorry, Rissa. Please don't cry, love. It will be okay."

"Is...is my father dead too?" she sniffled.

"Yes," I said softly. She didn't pull away as I expected. I continued to hold her as her tears finally subsided. I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. She tried to pull away, but I held her firmly. I heard the door open as Murdoch came in and injected the stimulant into her IV line. She let out a low whine as the drug quickly entered her system. "Don't fight it, Rissa. This version is much more potent than the one I originally gave you." I continued to hold her, running my hands along her back and arms until she began to respond to my touch. Nodding at Murdoch, he removed the IV line and stepped out again.

"We need to get you ready for the Judge," I told her as I led her to the shower. I lifted her gown, letting my eyes take in her beautiful form, then stripped down myself. It didn't escape my attention that she checked me out as well. I pulled her under the water and then began washing her. She let out a low moan when my fingers brushed across her clit. I chuckled, "Oh baby, the Judge is going to be so pleased with your responses." Her eyes were slightly glazed and she didn't make any moves to resist my directions as we got out and dried off. Bringing her back to the bedroom, I dressed her in the outfit the Judge had requested. Her hair spilled over her naked breasts as I helped her fasten the black lacy garter belt, then attach the stockings. Lastly, she put on the spike heels, then stood next to the bed, letting me inspect her.

I ran my hands over her silky skin, pressing my mouth to hers then pulling back I told her, "You were made for this, my beautiful wife. We'll have the world eating out of our hands, Marissa. I promise I'll keep you safe, and soon you'll want me the way I want you," I groaned against her mouth as I dipped my fingers into her folds. "That's a good girl. Now let's get you downstairs. I'm sure the Judge is ready for his playtime." She whimpered as I pulled my hand away and I pressed my dripping fingers into her mouth. "That's my good little whore," I cooed, then led her down to the man waiting in the front room.

Judge Robert's eyes lit up when he saw her. "Marissa, you have grown into a beautiful woman," he said. "Now come and sit. We need to discuss what the Academy expects from you."

"I don't care what they expect," she muttered softly.

He chuckled and tapped at the photos on the table. Several up-close photos showed the Blackbourne and Toma men. "You will honor your marriage to Jackson, and all documents will show that he is the father of your child." She let out a gasp, then whimpered, but the Judge continued. "You will resume your Academy training and submit to the operant conditioning training. If you refuse, then we will start here." He placed his finger on a photo of Dr. Green. "This one has already been taken care of at your father's trial. Sadly Mr. Coleman did not survive surgery.  Are you so stubborn that you would sacrifice all their lives, Marissa?"

She sucked in a sob, tears rolling down her face. "No," she gasped, her fingers running over the man's photo. "If I agree then you promise the Academy will leave them alone?" She asked hesitantly.

"Yes. We will fake your death and you will be moved off-continent for at least a decade to avoid any risks of contact." He ran his finger down her cheek. "You are far more valuable than you realize, girlie. Jackson will keep you safe and you will be allowed to raise your daughter, providing her with all the opportunities the Academy can offer." She nodded and he grunted. "Jackson, start the recording," he said to me. I quickly set the camera and pressed record.

He turned her toward the camera. "Marissa, do you acknowledge that Jackson Porter is your husband and the father of your child?"

"Yes, Jackson Porter is my husband and the father of my child," she responded in a soft voice. I could see the tears streaming down her face. I know I should feel bad, but she looked so beautiful like that.

Judge Roberts pushed, "Do you agree to return to the service of the Academy, undergo all required training and reconditioning without complaint or resistance?"

"I agree," she said simply, her voice void of all emotion.

"Good girlie, now present," he barked at her. Marissa instantly knelt down, knees spread, palms up, and head bent. He ran his hand over her shoulders and head, "Perfect little whore," he whispered. "Now, on the couch, knees apart, back arched. You may hold onto the back of the couch, but you may not speak. There are no safe words for you now, little whore." She moved quickly, getting into the exact position he'd requested. I marveled at how precise she was and remembered what Dalton had said that day in the office about her training. Whatever this new drug was, it seemed to have activated her prior behaviors.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the cracking of the whip against her skin. She whimpered but did not say a word, just as the old judge had commanded. Her body shook with each lash and his eyes were dark with desire. He paused, running his hand between her legs. Chuckling, he said, "Cum." Her body shook as her orgasm ripped through her without him even touching her further. "You always were a pain slut, Marissa," he grunted as he shoved his cock inside of her.

My eyes widened when I connected his words. Fuck. He'd been one of Dalton's swinger buddies. She knew his demands because she'd been at his mercy before. I began to wonder just how deep the ties to the Academy went with her. I felt my pants tighten at the sight of her tits bouncing while the old man pounded into her. Her face was contorted in pain and pleasure as he pulled her head back by her ponytail. His grunts increased as he came inside of her. He slid out of her and I handed him a towel. He cleaned himself up and tossed the used towel next to her. "You did good, girlie," he praised her and she nodded, then lowered her head.

"You can stop the recording now, Jackson. Won't take much to get her back up to performance levels," he said to me. "Dalton had her all but ready back then before she bolted. Of course, there's nowhere she can hide now," he laughed. "Poor girl ran right into the Academy's arms back then and didn't even realize it. She's been groomed for this since she was twelve. The husband was just a bump in the road, but we took care of that as well." He pulled out a cigar as he settled onto the couch. Snapping his fingers, Marissa quickly came over with a lighter from the table. I watched as she lit the cigar for him, then knelt at his feet like a dog. He ran his hand over her head. "You're a lucky bastard, Jackson. As her handler, you'll get this kind of treatment all the time. Just remember, she's Academy property still. You'll have to get used to sharing her - that's just part of the business."

"Yes sir, I'm fully aware of both our roles. I'm thrilled the Academy has such faith in me. I won't let you down," I said.

"I know you won't, son. You've done well so far. Dalton's plan was flawed. It was smart of you to reach out to us after her escape. The Academy's resources are practically unlimited. As you've seen, we can make someone literally disappear. Isn't that right Mrs. Porter?" he asked Marissa.

"Yes sir," she agreed, her head still bowed.

"Good girlie, now go get your husband a drink," he told her. She quickly scurried to the bar and made me a whisky on the rocks neat, then brought it to me.

I locked eyes with her when she tried to hand it to me. I placed my lips on the edge of the glass and blinked. She gently tilted the glass so that I could take a small sip, then lowered it. "Good girl," I told her.

"Thank you, husband," she whispered and knelt before me.

Judge Roberts clapped his hands, "Fucking perfect."  

Author's Notes:  My life has taken a rather interesting and gigantic twist.  Updates may be a tad slow for a bit.  Please comment, share, follow, and vote.