Trigger warnings: non-con/rape; drug use

Multiple POVs

Jackson's POV

We arrived at the Senator's complex the day after the Judge gave us all the documents. Thanks to the Academy, we had an official timeline of dates, travel, long hotel stays and even holiday photos to substantiate that Marissa and I had been not only sexually, but also romantically involved for well over a year. The same events the Academy had documented were now being curated into her conditioning recordings. It was just like Murdoch had explained, and while it would take months, eventually the process would essentially rewrite her memories until the cover story became her reality.

It had been four days since the incident at the courthouse and our spies had confirmed the death of Mr. Coleman. One of the Taylors had dropped out of sight, grieving the loss of his husband, but the others seemed to be spinning their wheels trying to find Marissa. I laughed to myself. They were within mere hours of our location but didn't have a clue. Senator Diggins had kept his Academy affiliation under the radar for decades. His status as a board member was highly protected just like his location. It was the perfect place to keep Marissa while I went overseas to establish our new home in Germany. We'd be leaving when I returned at the end of the week.

Marissa stepped out of the restroom wearing a short sundress that accentuated her slightly swollen stomach. "Good morning, darling, you look stunning," I told her as I placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. She returned my smile and thanked me. Since her conversation with the Judge, her behavior had been much more compliant. Dr. Murdoch was set to resume her conditioning tonight. We had taken a step back due to the nausea she'd reported. With a quick round of blood work, the dosage had been readjusted and we were back on schedule. I led her to the window seat and held her hands as I spoke. "I have to leave for Germany today, love. Senator Diggins has scheduled an appointment for you this evening and Dr. Murdoch will make sure you are fully prepared. I need you to be good and obey the Senator and the Doctor. Can you do that for me?"

She gave my hands a little squeeze, "I can do that, Jackson. When will you be back?" She looked so nervous. It made me feel bad for leaving.

"I'll be back by Friday, then we will both be leaving for Germany and our new home," I ran my hand down her cheek. "I can't wait to start our lives together away from all this mess and hiding," I told her, pulling her mouth to mine. She let out a little gasp when my hand slid down to her breasts. Damn, she felt so good, and since the day with the Judge, she didn't resist in any way. "I need you," I moaned as I unbuckled my pants and pulled her onto my lap. In an instant, I'd ripped off her lacy panties and centered her above my cock.

"Jackson!" she cried out as I pushed her down on me, bucking my hips. My mouth found her nipples and began sucking and tugging them free of her dress. Her fingers intertwined in my hair as she rode me, making soft grunting noises.

I yanked her hair harshly and pulled her mouth close to mine, my pace increasing as I neared my own orgasm. "I love you," I groaned. Her eyes searched mine, a hint of disbelief. Cradling her face in my hands, I told her again, "I love you, Marissa. I loved you from the first day I laid eyes on you. This was never just an assignment for me. I want you, I want us to be real."

I saw tears fill her eyes. "Why didn't you ever tell me? Why all this, why now?"

I felt her body tense, her walls clamping down and I moaned, "Shh, it's okay. One day, you'll love and want me just as much as I want you." I wrapped my arms around her, clutching her to my body, and began thrusting rapidly, "Cum for me. Cum and tell me you love me," I demanded.

She whimpered as her body began to shake, "I love you, Jackson," she cried as her juices covered my cock, sending me over the edge as I filled her. Of course, I knew she didn't mean it really. She was just being obedient. But soon, with the conditioning process, she would. Soon. she won't want to live without me. I lifted her, my cock still deep inside of her, and carried her into the shower, where I fucked her again before letting her get dressed for the day.

After saying our goodbyes, I left her in the study curled up with a book. I ran into Senator Diggins on my way out. "Jackson, are all your arrangements in order?" he asked, nursing a glass of something.

"Yes, sir," I nodded, "I should be back on Friday, and then we will both be out of your way."

"Nonsense," he said, "I like having the girlie around. It's been far too long since I've had a chance to play with her. She grew up well." The man was practically drooling. I was quickly learning that most of Dalton's old swinger friends were now deep within the Academy. Roberts was right when he said she'd been groomed for this. All of them had been with her in one way or another before the poor girl had even reached her sixteenth birthday. She was the ultimate party favor and her father took full advantage of their interest and her masochism. "Now, I've got a potential client coming this evening. Hope you understand that I'm going to need her up to performance standards."

"Of course, Senator. I've already spoken to her and informed Dr. Murdoch. He will make sure she's ready and compliant for whatever you might have planned." I gave him a warning look, "Of course, you do remember that nothing can be done that will cause any harm to our daughter."

He slapped me on the shoulder, "I wouldn't dream of it! Murdoch will make sure she stays healthy and safe, you have my word."

"Good, good," I replied, "she's in the study when you're ready for her. I'll call to speak with her tomorrow. Don't hesitate to contact me or Judge Roberts if there are any concerns." He agreed and after a few more minutes of small talk, I grabbed my suitcase and headed out for the airport.

Marissa's POV

When Judge Roberts told me about Gabriel and then threatened the others, something in me snapped. It was like I'd shut off all my emotions and accepted my fate. I'd do what I needed to make sure they remained unharmed and that I survived. Once the baby was born, I would find a way to disappear with her, or if nothing else, a way to get her back to her fathers. But in the meantime, I had to pretend, and play the game.

I'd been playing up my reactions to the medications and the conditioning process. That was by far the most difficult to withstand. I fought to stay awake as long as possible each night, but on the times when Murdoch sedated me, I was powerless. It was like I was looking through a glass wall, watching myself say and do things I didn't mean but was unable to stop. It was during these times that the men around me let their tongues loosen. They assumed I was too affected by the drugs to process what they were saying. That's how I learned about the hit that had been placed on Sean. Not knowing when or where I had to risk reaching out. I'd stolen a phone from one of the maids and sent out the redline coding.

Unknown: Hit put out on Dr. Sean Green - get him to safety immediately.

Owen: Who is this?

Unknown: Keep him safe!

Luke: Wait, did we all get this?

Sean: Why would someone put a hit on me?

Unknown: tying up loose ends...get to safety

Owen: again, who is this

Unknown: line not secure... destroying phone... JD

I prayed they would recognize the initials and take my warning seriously. I removed the memory card from the phone and broke it into small pieces, then taking the phone apart, I placed it in the bottom of several trash cans across the compound. I resumed my spot in the study, staring blankly at the pages of a book I'd read dozens of times.

"Mrs. Porter," Dr. Murdoch's voice came from the doorway. "The Senator has guests arriving shortly. We need to get you prepared."

I felt my stomach clench, knowing what he meant by prepared. Pushing down my fear, I nodded and rose from my chair. "Yes sir," I said and followed him back to my room. He opened the door and directed me to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Mrs. Porter, I'm going to have a maid come and dress you," he explained. "I think we can skip the IV line. I've been working on a new delivery system and I'd like to try it out tonight." I nodded and waited for the maid. Once the woman arrived, she plaited my hair into a braid, then dressed me in lingerie that was crotchless and a pair of high heels. She smirked at me and called me names under her breath in Spanish. I lacked the energy or desire to argue with her or call her out for the behavior, instead pretending not to understand.

When Dr. Murdoch returned, he stood very close to me, looking me up and down with hungry eyes. He ran his hand over my shoulders and neck. When he pressed his hand against my neck, I felt a sting and yelped. "Sorry. I thought it might be best not to warn you," he said with a sadistic grin. "Please, have a seat. Let me know when you begin to feel the effects," he motioned for me to sit, then sat next to me. He placed a pulse ox on my finger and watched me intently. Similar to the other times, I felt my body begin to heat up, and my heart rate increased slightly, but this time, the flood of warmth to my core was stronger. It was similar to the feeling I get when I drink too much and become horny. I let out a low moan when his fingers dragged across my arm. "Much more sensitive, I see," he muttered to himself. His hand pressed between my legs, as he slipped his fingers through my moisture. "Quicker reaction time too," he observed.

"I...I feel warm," I stuttered, "and very horny."

He laughed and pushed my knees apart, "Oh Mrs. Porter, what I wouldn't give to fuck you until you pass out, but alas, that isn't part of my job description." He flicked my clit, causing me to moan loudly and grab his arm. When his fingers rubbed my folds, I found myself grinding on his hand, needing a release. He let out a wicked laugh, "I think it's time to get you downstairs."

I could hear music, laughter, and the familiar sounds of sex as we came down the stairs. I knew I wasn't the only woman being 'conditioned' at the compound despite never having seen any of them. I clung to Murdoch's arm, feeling unsteady. Much to my surprise, I found myself wishing Jackson were here. "Ahh, there she is now," Senator Diggins told his guest as I entered the room. "This was the unique woman I was telling you about my boy." I lifted my head to meet deep blue eyes and almost passed out.

Dominic's POV

My skin was crawling talking to this man. The way he viewed and treated women was disgusting. The compound was well hidden and filled with Academy people. Half or completely-naked women wandered around the large room, being used at the whim of the men. Their eyes seemed glazed and obviously drugged. That drug was what had led me to Senator Diggins. I'd found information about the new drugs the Academy was trying to perfect. One was similar to a date rape drug, but intended for long-term use to increase promiscuous behavior in the recipients, while the other was part of a psychological experiment the organization had begun to recondition recruits and operatives. It was basically a brainwashing technique that bordered on science fiction. Lastly, I was hoping against hope that somehow I would find information on Marissa.

"So my boy, what exactly is your family looking for?" Diggins asked, puffing on a cigar.

"Couple of things actually," I replied. "Father is in need of a hitman not associated with the family for a personal matter, and then we are interested in the new drugs your chemists have been working on. Father seems to feel they might be helpful in interrogation and negotiation sessions."

Diggins tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair, "Hmmm, well the drugs are easy. Just look around and you'll see the effects of them. Every woman in this room is involved in both trials. Several of them no longer know their own names or past. They only know the memories we've programmed into them now and they obey their handlers completely. It's a joint package usually - assassin and handler - helps ensure the Academy gets their property back undamaged."

I pretended to nurse the drink I'd been given and nodded, "So I take it you have a hitman in mind?"

Diggins let out a laugh, "Oh my boy, I know exactly the one you need, and your timing is perfect. We need to get her and her handler out of the country as soon as possible. They were headed to Germany, but for the right price, we might be able to delay those plans, say ten million?"

I coughed. "Just what exactly can this hitman do that's worth ten million?" I scoffed.

His eyes took on a sadistic gleam, "Anything. And to be clear, she is more than capable of killing anyone, but what makes her really worth the money is her response to the stimulant and her unsuspecting appearance." He looked to the stairs as a tall man stepped into the room with a woman. He kept her hidden behind him until they reached us. "Ahh, there she is now," Senator Diggins told me. "This was the unique woman I was telling you about my boy." I turned my head to meet soft chocolate eyes.

Author's Notes:  It's going to get a bit darker for a while...we are nearing the end. 

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