Milk

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(thanks to Baelnorn for allowing me to use his idea)

Leah stumbled through the dark streets, clutching her stomach as she looked down at her blood stained shirt. Her father was a mob boss, reminiscent of that old movie The Godfather fifty years ago. He controlled the city, the businesses, the mayor, the police. The prostitution ring was safe under his "kingdom". He owned everything.

Including her.

She was losing blood fast, and she was barely able to walk. Before she was born, someone had created a drug, and aphrodisiac everyone called "milk". It was only intended to help woman who wanted help with their sex drive. But it was so powerful it took over their minds. The bullet was covered in it, and she knew if blood loss didn't kill her, the drug would leave her helpless.

Already she was moaning, quivering from need, even as she bled. Her body fell to the ground as she rubbed her legs together, growing desperate for pleasure. Slowly, men began to approach, insane, homeless, or starving, and all horny, licking their lips as they eyed the morsel before them.

This wasn't unusual. There was always some poor woman addicted to the drug wandering the streets, begging for someone to give her release. It had become a form of control. Ever since the powerful drug went on the market, it was used to put women in their place. Husbands, fathers, and employers used it for sexual conquest and making women obey.

Leah cried out in pain and need as people began ripping off her clothes. Someone bandages her wound and climbed on top of her, teasing her small body. Still a virgin, the drug took even greater effect. She squirmed, crying out as he tapped her nub. "Come on, beg us. Beg us to fuck you."

She gasped her back arching. "N... No."

"You sure?" He began to bring her to orgasm, stopping right before she came. Leah bit her lip, screaming in frustration. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her body took control. "Please... Please! No... I... Please fuck me. Make me your slave." She sobbed, shocked by what she was saying.

"Well if you insist..." The group laughed at her before a gun shot into the air. Immediately they scattered and someone picked her up. A doctor. A man looking for an antidote to the milk. She whimpered softly as she was carried to safety, her eyes closing
 
Ivan hated the way the world had become. It had become a land of primitive behavior, humans resorting to their most basic want: pleasure. Pleasure controlled everything. There was no discipline, no structure. The world was a void. Empty, save for the most basic longings in human nature.

The doctor wanted to change this. It had all started when 'milk' was invented. The drug was intended to help relax woman and put them in the mood for intercourse. It wasn't a bad idea at first, just a common aphrodisiac, but as time when on, the drug fell into the hands of drug rings and those who altered it, made it more powerful, more all consuming than it was ever intended to be. It now left women helpless. Slaves to their sexual desires. It was sickening.

On this particular night, he was walking home from his job at the hospital, but his true work didn't take place there. Ivan worked in secret, trying to find an antidote to the drug. Something like detox, but his work thus far had been in vain. As he neared his apartment complex, a ruckus he heard in a nearby alleyway led him astray.

He found a woman there, surrounded by a mixture of vulgar men of all different ages and appearances. They were circled around her like hyenas circle their prey. The doctor reached down and dislodged the pistol he always kept hidden in his boots. He approached the group stealthily, listening in. The woman was clearly affected by the 'milk'. He could tell by her haggard breathing and her rapid movement that she ached for release. He couldn't see much else in the darkness, but he heard her weak protests, and that was enough for him to put a stop to this.

Raising his pistol high in the air, Ivan banged out a shot. One. Two. The men scattered like cowardly dogs. He approached the woman hastily, and found that the milk wasn't the worst of her condition. She'd been shot, and judging from the mixture of deep red blood and a strange white substance seeping from her stomach, she'd been shot with a bullet covered in milk. This was worse than he'd thought. He'd heard of men placing milk into woman's drinks at bars, using it as a alternative to the date rape drug. They said it was better, because with the milk it was "consensual." But this, this was taken to a whole new level.

Ivan wrapped the woman up in his arms and tore off his jacket to apply pressure to the wound. "It's all right. You're safe now," he told her gently. Cradling her in his arms he rushed to his apartment and took the stairs two at a time. Luckily, due to the late hour, no one was around to question him. Her eyelids kept flickering. He wanted her to stay awake. "Come on, stay with me now."

He placed her gingerly in a hidden room tucked away in his large apartment, which he used to work on the cure for milk. Thankfully, he had most of his doctoring equipment here. He tended to her wound immediately, dislodging the bullet and closing the wound with the advanced medical technology he was grateful to possess.

It took him several hours to complete the procedure. He put her to sleep so she wouldn't feel any pain, but he wasn't sure how much milk was in her system and how she'd react when she woke up. When the procedure was complete he placed her in his bed and sat at her side in a chair, wiling himself to stay awake. This woman... he needed her to be okay. He didn't even know her name, but he wanted to know what had happened. She looked almost familiar to him, but he couldn't place it. He took her hand briefly and watched her steady breathing. Finally satisfied that she would be okay, he allowed himself the pleasure of sleep.
 
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Leah sobbed on the ground, frightened and in pain, clutching her stomach as she watched her blood pool on the ground. Suddenly someone lifted her up and she cried out in fear. "No... No no no no no..." That was the only word she could manage, barely able to stay conscious.

"It's all right. You're safe now," She looked up at him with half-closed eyes, barely aware that he was putting pressure on her wound. Her body was limp as her tears fell. A small hand dangled towards the ground as he carried her. Her head rolled to the side. Was this how she would die? Was she already dead? "Come on, stay with me now."

Leah watched him working on her wound, barely there. It was as if she was standing on the side, just watching a few feet away. Her eyes wandered, dazed and glassy. She had lost a lot of blood. If he had arrived a few minutes later she probably wouldn't have made it.

Finally, her eyes closed and she slipped into a heavy dreamless sleep, her breathing returning to normal.

Leah woke up in a bed, and immediately felt alarmed. She remembered being shot with milk and her lip trembled. Someone had taken her to his home. She stumbled out of bed, hoping to get out before they woke up. She struggled towards the door, but halfway there, she fell, crying in pain, waking up the doctor
 
A feminine moan of pain woke Ivan from his uneasy slumber. He shot up in the chair and panicked for a moment when he noticed the female was no longer in his bed. He followed the sound and saw that she'd attempted to walk to the door. Perhaps trying to escape? But she wasn't a captive.

"Miss," he said calmly, jumping up and approaching her hurriedly. "Please, don't strain yourself. I've only just removed the bullet and stabilized you. Do you feel all right? Is the milk out of your system?"

His concerned green eyes gazed at her and he pushed a lock of his brown hair out of his eyes. He certainly wasn't in the best of appearances. His clothes were disheveled from last night, and his eyes had deep circles under them from working so late most nights. She, on the other hand, he deemed beautiful, even with her nervous demeanor and the white t-shirt he'd given her. He'd had to remove her shirt when fixing her wound, but as a doctor the last thought he'd had was one anything sexual when he'd seen her breasts in his haste to save her life last night.
 
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"Miss," he said calmly, jumping up and approaching her hurriedly. "Please, don't strain yourself. I've only just removed the bullet and stabilized you. Do you feel all right? Is the milk out of your system?"

Hearing his voice, she looked up in alarm, crawling backwarss away from him. "Please dont hurt me! Please just leave me alone!" Tears ran down her cheeks as she looked up at him. She was still in shock and confused. She cried out in pain as she tried to stand, crying out as she fell back down.

She trembled on the ground before him, sobbing as she touched her wound. "Did my father hire you? Is that why you're here? Are you going to send me back? If you are just kill me now. Don't send me to that hell!" She refused to look at him, keeping her arms covering her head for protection
 
The girl was obviously still suffering, at least emotionally, from her experience. Perhaps he should have approached this situation differently. He never was that great with bedside manner. Ivan was a brilliant doctor, but when it came to telling patients the facts of what had happened and their disease, he probably didn't sugarcoat enough.

"Miss, please calm down. I'm a doctor. I rescued you from those vulgar men last night. You were under the effects of milk and suffered from a bullet wound. I took out the bullet and closed the wound, but I'm not sure if the milk is fully out of your system yet. It's probably best if you come back and lie down." He approached her cautiously during this speech, careful not to frighten her, much like a human trying to get closed to a wounded deer.

It was her outburst about her father that clued him in to who she was. A-ha! He knew she looked familiar. He was glad to figure out that mystery, but now he was likely in for a world of trouble. "Your father?" his eyes widened and he blanched. "You're the daughter of the mob boss? The man who practically runs this city?"
 
"Miss, please calm down. I'm a doctor. I rescued you from those vulgar men last night. You were under the effects of milk and suffered from a bullet wound. I took out the bullet and closed the wound, but I'm not sure if the milk is fully out of your system yet. It's probably best if you come back and lie down."

Leah watched him approach, still trembling, unsure whether she should trust him or not. Swallowing, she stayed where she was, looking up at him. Last night felt like a blur, everything a strange mix of sounds and colors and pain. Her small body shivered as she wiped at the tears that refuses to stop.

"Your father? You're the daughter of the mob boss? The man who practically runs this city?" She nodded, crying as she looked away. If he really had helped her, she should leave before he was put in danger.

"I don't want to get you hurt. I'll go before they figure out that you were helping me." She tried to stand, but she simply fell, too weak to walk to the door. She sobbed silently, unsure what to do, how to escape her fathers grasp.
 
This girl reminded him of a timid house cat he'd used to own as a boy. She'd never come when called, and hid for weeks from him before he finally won her trust. More than that though, this was a broken human who'd nearly been raped, and she'd been shot, critically injured. What had happened to her?

"Don't be foolish. I'm not going to turn you out on the streets," the kind doctor said, approaching the shivering girl. He approached her cautiously and carefully, not wanting to startle her or cause her to think he had a devious intent. He gathered her in his arms and helped her back to the bed. "You need to rest. You're in no condition to be walking around. Tell me, is there anything I can do for you? Are you hungry?"

He knew he was taking a risk letting her stay here, especially when she herself had warned him about her father. The girl was clearly terrified of the man, and if his own daughter were that petrified of him, he could only imagine how horrible the man would be to others not of his blood.
 
"Don't be foolish. I'm not going to turn you out on the streets." Leah looked up at him as he came closer, slowly. She could tell he was trying not to scare her, so she didnt move away. She clutched his arm as he lifted her up and carried her back to the bed. He didnt try anything, only being gentle with her. She was surprised by his kindness, but slowly trusting him. "You need to rest. You're in no condition to be walking around. Tell me, is there anything I can do for you? Are you hungry?"

She nodded, realizing she was starving. "May I have some water too please?" She was parched. She must have been on the run for a week now. "You know how dangerous this is don't you? You could get hurt." her voice showed concern, and a tinge of guilt. If he died it would be her fault. She tried to blink back tears but they continued to come. "I'm sorry I got you into this. I'm so sorry."
 
"Of course," he told her with a kind smile. "I'll be right back." He hustled off to his kitchen quickly, not wanting to leave her alone for too long. He filled a glass with tap water and searched hastily through his fridge. As a bachelor, he didn't exactly have a large selection of decadent meals. He decided to bring her an assortment of things. He made her a quick sandwich and grabbed some fruits from his fridge, along with a pop-tart, a granola bar, and some cheese. It would have to do for now.

Ivan hurried back to her and placed the tray on the bedside table. He wanted to ask her questions. What exactly had she gotten him into? But he also wanted her to eat to regain her strength. "I hope this is satisfactory. Eat as much as you like," he told her bouncing on the heels on his feet as he watched her eat. He tried to fiddle with some papers on his desk, but eventually his curiosity got the better of him and he couldn't take not knowing any longer. "You said I'd be in danger. Why? I understand you're the mob's bosses daughter, but why would he be after you? Shouldn't he be protecting you?"
 
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"Of course," he told her with a kind smile. "I'll be right back." Leah smiled, relaxing in the bed, closing her eyes as he got her food. She felt so at peace and comfortable. As he returned, she sat up, eating slowly so she didn't become sick. "Thank you so much. I haven't eaten in a while."

"I hope this is satisfactory. Eat as much as you like." She nodded, her eurd filled with gratitude. It felt a little awkward though, with him standing there, the room silent. Finally, he broke it, but with a question that would be difficult to answer. "You said I'd be in danger. Why? I understand you're the mob's bosses daughter, but why would he be after you? Shouldn't he be protecting you?"

Leah let out a very forced laugh. "He's not exactly father of the year." She looked down suddenly, her body trembling. It was difficult for her to talk about. "I ran away a couple of weeks ago when I turned eighteen. He wanted to start using me as asset." She didn't look at him, her body shaking.

"He was going to..." Tears ran down her cheeks as put her head in her hands. "He was going to give me milk and let me become part of his deals. He thought it might add some incentive for his customers and partners. And he could keep me in his control permanently. The night before I ran away..." She started sobbing, unable to finish the sentence. Her father had tried to rape her. He hadn't succeeded, but it hurt all the same.
 
"I can't go back there. I don't want to live that life." She sobbed quietly, shame on her face. How could she not have realized? She felt like an idiot, not expecting or knowing what he wanted. "I'm so sorry. This is my fault. I got you into this. Oh god..."
 
Her story pulled at the doctor's heartstrings, but it also stirred the deep seated anger he felt for society at present and brought it to the service. He scowled, not at his guest but in contempt for the way the world was. This interaction with this woman, this real life case displaying the dangers of the drug, spurned him to take action. "You'll stay here with me," he informed her. It was not a question or an offer, but a proclamation. "I work nights at the local hospital, but in my spare time I've been trying to learn more about milk's properties in order to create an antidote for it; or at least something that dims it's affects. Would you..." he going to address her by name, but found he had yet to know it. "Oh, here we are telling each other horror stories, and we haven't even exchanged introductions," Ivan smiled gently. "I'm Ivan."
 
"You'll stay here with me." Leah looked up at him, unsure what to say, before she threw her arms around his neck, hugging him. She wasnt out of danger, but she was much safer than out on the streets. She cried against his chest, but was filled with relief. "Thank you so much. I don't know how I could thank you enough." She closed her eyes, relaxing completely. *"I work nights at the local hospital, but in my spare time I've been trying to learn more about milk's properties in order to create an antidote for it; or at least something that dims it's affects. Would you..." Realizing what he was going to ask, she nodded. There was some good left in the world. "Oh, here we are telling each other horror stories, and we haven't even exchanged introductions," Ivan smiled gently. "I'm Ivan."

Leah smiled up at him. "I'm Leah." For the first time she really looked at him. His eyes looked tired and weary, but she could see the determination there too. His face gave her hope, a sign that she wasn't alone.
 
Ivan was taken aback when the timid girl threw herself into his arms. He returned her embrace, rubbing her back slightly. She'd been through a lot and all he wanted to do was show her that not all men were so horrid. It had been a while since he'd been so close to a woman, almost two years in fact, he'd been so engrossed in his research. He patted her hair awkwardly, trying to soothe her.

When she mentioned how she didn't think she could thank him enough, the cogs in Ivan's mind couldn't help but start turning. He needed someone trustworthy to work with him on his research with the milk, a female of course so he could observe it's affects and test potential antidotes. He wasn't about to ask Leah that now, however. He doubted she'd accept, but perhaps he'd broach the topic later when she was more comfortable with him.

He had so many questions to ask her, but tried his best to refrain. It was in the early hours of the morning, and even though she'd been unconscious during the surgery, he figured she needed a fitful rest. "Why don't you go to sleep now, Leah? I'll wake you later and we can plan how best to keep you safe."
 
Leah closed her eyes, feeling safe in his arms as he stroked her back and hair. He was kind and gentle, so different from the life she knew. Different was good. She could get used to the feeling of him holding her.

Finally, she pulled back, a small, but real, smile on her face. "Why don't you go to sleep now, Leah? I'll wake you later and we can plan how best to keep you safe."

"Thank you Ivan," she said, crawling under the covers. For the first few hours she slept peacefully, but then the nightmares started. She tossed and turned, mumbling into the pillow. "No please no! Let me go!" She cried out, unable to wake up
 
Ivan liked her smile. It was the first he'd seen her bear, and it was breathtaking. He smiled back and then left her to the solidarity of his room. He, despite having not slept well last night, felt full of energy. The presence of this woman motivated him to continue his research, so he approached his lab table and began studying the sample of milk he'd extracted from her bullet wound.

Ivan was deeply intent upon his work, and it was only the sound of cries of terror coming from his room jolted him out of his trance. Glancing at the clock, he found that barely two hours had passed. He rushed in to his bedroom and found Leah tossing and turning wildly underneath his covers.

"Leah!" he called, approaching her without hesitation and gathering her in his arms, perhaps a mistake, giving she was likely dreaming of being assaulted, but it was his first instinct to cradle her. He tried to jolt her awake, willing her from the nightmare. "It's just a dream. Wake up! You're safe here."
 
Leah woke with a start, immediately struggling to get free of his arms. But then she stilled. Seeing Ivan there, she relaxed, calming down and just curling up against his chest. "Thank you," she said, her breathing returning to normal. He was here and she was safe. Nothing was going to happen to her. She lay back down closing her eyes again. She squeezed his hand before she fell back asleep, now dreamless and at peace.
 
Ivan wasn't sure whether to gently remove himself from her embrace, or stay there as she slept. Feeling her head on his chest and her hand resting in his, he didn't want to leave. She was really warm; her body a comfort against his own. It was just enough contact to get him excited, but not enough to get him fully aroused so he was able to fall asleep beside her fairly quickly.
 
In her sleep, Leah cuddled into his form, relaxing in the warmth of his body. Her body molded into his, completely relaxed beside him. It was the first good night of sleep she'd had in weeks. She was comfortable and felt safe, nothing haunting her dreams at all. Her legs were in a tangled mess with his, happy in the embrace
 
The doctor hadn't had a woman in his bed in nearly two years, so when he awoke next to Leah it took him a moment to remember the events that had transpired last night and why she was there. He was glad she hadn't had anymore nightmares since he'd slipped under the covers with her. Ivan smiled at her sleeping form and admired her while he had the chance.

Her legs were entangled with his, head on his chest and hand clasped with his. Ivan gave her hand a slight squeeze and shifted his body a bit in an effort to get more comfortable. This however, proved to be a mistake as she simply cuddled further into his side, supple breasts pressing eagerly into the side of his chest. He closed his eyes and tried to think about finding a cure for the milk. The last thing he wanted was this rape victim to wake up next to her supposed savior with an erection poking against his pants. Hopefully, if he kept his thoughts in this boring, logical direction, it would be gone before she woke up.
 
Leah slowly opened her eyes, blinking a few times. She looked up realizing she was in his arms, but he obviously hadn't tried to take advantage of her during the night. "Good morning," she smiled, blushing slightlly. "Did you sleep okay?" She squeezed his hand, enjoying the moment, just wrapped in his arms
 
Well, at least it looked like Leah had had a nice sleep. She looked rejuvenated. Ivan, on the other hand, had spent the night in sporadic sleep patterns. His mind was still thinking about a cure, while his body was focused on Leah. It had been hard to relax.

"Well enough," he replied, shifting her slightly in his arms so they could sit up a bit. "Hey, I hate to ask you when you've only just recovered, but... would you mind telling me a little more about your father? Was he tracking you? I just want to know if we have to find someplace else to live, that's all." Ivan couldn't help it. Cuddling was nice, but he also had a "no nonsense" streak and if there was a crazed mobster after him, he figured he ought to deal with that, even at the expense of making sweet Leah sad.
 
"Well enough. Hey, I hate to ask you when you've only just recovered, but... would you mind telling me a little more about your father? Was he tracking you? I just want to know if we have to find someplace else to live, that's all."*

Leah's smile disappeared and she looked away, not wanting to talk about it. She'd told him more than she'd ever told anyone already. "He sent someone after me to shoot me with the milk, but they left right after they did it. He... He wanted to force me to come back on my own. But he's still got people out there looking for me in case I don't."
 
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