Confounding Feelings

[In which Lana needs a bath. And Oliver must bathe her.]

Since being captured by Dr. Oliver Thredson, Lana Winters often spent an indistinguishable amount of time thinking of ways to escape her bleak surroundings. She had tried twisting against her chains, screaming for help, and even went as far as attempting to saw at the chain links on her cuffs. But to no avail. These actions of her's only sent Oliver into a rage, which at this point is something she wanted desperately to avoid.

The journalist had no sense of time. There was no clock or calendar in the basement, and after the first few days had passed, Lana lost track of time. However, she knew it had to have been over a week's time, for she was starting to stink. Living in squalor was something she had never had to deal with, so the realization of her stench brought tears to her eyes. In no time at all, she was downright bawling.

This triggered Dr. Thredson to come down the stairs. Their eyes met, with Lana looking deplorable at best. Her lips were quivering with her tears, her eyes a bloodshot red. "What's the problem now?" Oliver's voice was passive, his eyes betraying no emotion. His arms were folded impatiently across his chest.

Trying to suck it up and stop crying, Lana managed a shaky answer. "I-I need a bath..." The woman's voice was raspy, her throat burning from her screaming. The psychiatrist's annoyed stature dissipated as he approached the young brunette. A glint of excitement lit up Oliver's dark brown eyes. Lana's heart sped up, not knowing what the doctor was thinking.

He stepped into the basement, until he was on his knees in front of Lana. He raised his hand to her cheek, stroking it gently, a smile coming to his lips. "So it would seem." His eyes raked up and down her body, his eyes narrowing in appreciation as he did so. Lana stiffened, still not used to such obvious admiration. Oliver smiled and stood up, moving back over to his desk. He picked up a pill bottle and poured a couple of blue pills into his hand. He grabbed a nearby water bottle, and made his way back over to his captive.

Kneeling before her once again, he commanded her to open her mouth. Lana silently thanked her lucky stars that he hadn't grabbed a syringe. However, she still didn't trust the mad man. "What is that?" Ms. Winters asked quietly.

Not answering, Dr. Thredson grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth to open. He popped the pills in and tilted her head back, pouring a small amount of water into her mouth. She struggled to swallow the pills, but did so in order not to anger the large man. "That's a good girl." He purred. Next, he reached for the keys at his waist, and released her from her shackles.

As she attempted to stand, Lana realized how shaky she was from lack of physical activity and reached out for the lapels of Oliver's suit. Without missing a beat, he scooped her up in his arms and began carrying her up the stairs. Lana felt undeniably dizzy as she leaned her head on Oliver's shoulder for support, watching through glazed eyes as he brought them into his bathroom. He placed her on the toilet seat and turned to draw water into the tub. He turned to look at her, and began unbuttoning his jacket. "You will need to disrobe, Lana." Oliver nearly whispered, his voice husky, his eyes glowing with dark intentions.

In a haze, Lana realized she couldn't even raise her arms. "Help me..." She whispered back, her words slurred from whatever medicine he had given her. Once his jacket was off, he moved to untie the front of her nightgown. He did so with deliberate slowness, his eyes meeting her's. His gaze was smoldering, but calm.

"How do you feel?" Oliver asked as he pulls her nightgown over her head and tosses it to the side. Now naked, Lana shakily sighed. Despite being exposed, she wasn't embarrassed. She moved her head to loosen her neck and grabbed onto the front of Dr. Thredson's dress shirt. "Dizzy..." Is all Lana whispers back.

He doesn't respond. Instead, he continues to peel off his own clothes until he is naked as well. The tub is full and Oliver stops the water flow. He adds a bath bomb to the water and the scent of lilies fills the small bathroom. Lana sighs at the floral scent and readies herself to be lifted into Oliver's strong arms. He places her in the tub. She should be disturbed as he climbs in behind her, but instead, she relaxes against his body. He is warm and smells of cinnamon and musk. This shouldn't excite her, but it does.

Lana tries her best to think of Wendy as she hears Oliver open a bottle and begin rubbing shampoo into her scalp. The sensation is delightful and an erotic sigh escapes her lips as he continues his gentle massage. A deep chuckle escapes the doctors mouth at the sigh. "Does it feel good?" Lana jumps, as the doctor's lips brush her ear as he asks the question.

Unable to help herself, she moans aloud and whispers a broken "Yes..." Oliver pours warm water over her hair to rinse out the lilac scented shampoo and begins adding conditioner to her frizzy hair. He smoothes his large fingers through the fine brown stands and untangles her mane with gentle hands.

It was times like these that greatly confused Lana. Sometimes Dr. Thredson was downright terrifying. And then there were times like this where he was so gentle and attentive. The mood swings were messing with her perception of his character. She should hate his very guts, but sometimes it was hard to. What had he given her to make her think these thoughts?

Oliver rinsed her hair again and the writer pulled a stand of her nice smelling hair to her nose and gave a sniff. Then, she sighed and relaxed completely against Oliver's firm body. It was so different from her Wendy's. But that wasn't such a bad thing. Her head was swimming as Dr. Thredson lifted her up to stand in the tub.

"I am going to wash your body now, Lana." Oliver says quietly, almost as if asking for permission. That was a glorified first. She didn't dare laugh at the irony though and simply nodded her head. The doctor picked up a bottle of body wash and began kneading her shoulders. As he moved down slowly, Lana sighed at the heightening sense of his touch. He moaned aloud as well as his large hands covered her breasts, tweaking the nipples as he went. "So beautiful..." Oliver's voice was reverent, watching her body being covered by his hands. It was as though she belonged to him. As if she were made for him.

As his hands moved even lower, Lana felt her heart beat faster in her chest. His fingers danced down her stomach, tickling the soft skin as they went. And when he brushed her folds, she cried out and leaned her head back against his shoulder. "That's it, Lana..." Oliver whispered into her ear, his tongue lightly tracing her earlobe. His fingers curled inside of her, stroking her slick walls. His other hand was groping her breast, the thought of washing her momentarily forgotten.

As his fingers were thrusting deep inside her, he used his thumb to brush against the little nub that he knew would make her scream. And scream she did. "Oliver! Ah!" The journalist had lost all control. Her legs were shaking from the intensity, her hands were reaching back to clasp the back of his neck for support. Oliver was panting in her ear as he worked her, pressing in all the right places. When suddenly, he stopped. He removed his fingers and slipped them into his mouth to taste her. A deep moan vibrated in his chest. "So sweet..." His voice was a deep whisper.

Lana watched as he did this, turning around in the tub. Instead of being repulsed, she found herself growing even wetter at the erotic idea of him tasting her. She grasped Oliver's shoulders, feeling the muscles strain as he moved to pull her up against him. "You like this, don't you?" Dr. Thredson asked, his hands groping her ass as he ground his erection against her. Lana moaned, still holding on tightly to him. His cock had found it's way between her folds and was now thrusting up against her clit. "God, Lana, you feel so good!" His thrusts sped up and her moans increased in sound. Her head was thrown back, relishing the body shaking pleasure.

In the back of her mind, she knew this was wrong. She was a lesbian! How could this feel so good? She should be vomiting, not curling against him and moaning his name. He had finally broken her. She really was insane now. Lana was broken out of her thoughts as Oliver lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips and sighed as he sunk inside of her. "C'mon baby, ride me." Oliver rasped, his hands supporting her by her ass.

And she did. Lana lifted her hips and sunk back down on him. He was so hard and so deep inside of her that she couldn't help crying out. "Oliver! Please don't stop!" The journalist prayed that he would allow her to come. She never had an orgasm with him before, so she didn't know just how cruel he might be about her pleasure. Spurned on by her words, the doctor thrust up even harder every time she fell against him. With one hand still supporting her ass, his other hand reached between their bodies to rub her clitoris.

Lana Winters had never felt such pleasure before in her life. It was as though every time he thrust into her, she could see stars. Yet, despite the mind numbing pleasure, she was having a hard time keeping her eyes open. Perhaps because she knew deep down how wrong this was. Oliver was beginning to notice. He pounded her even harder and spoke sternly to her. "Look at me, Lana." When she didn't respond right away, he raised his voice. "Look at me!"

Hazel met dark brown and Oliver couldn't help but to smile at the hazed look in Lana's eyes. "That's it, baby! I want to see the look in your eyes when I make you come." The lewd words made her cry out as she dug her nails into his shoulders. She was so close. And based on his constant groans and the pinched look of his brow, he was too.

Lana could hear the slapping of their bodies and that was it. She was coming. She was mildly terrified that it was happening, but she couldn't stop herself from crying out his name. "Oliver! Yes! Oh my God!" Her whole body was numb as her toes curled and she gave his shoulders one final rake with her nails.

Not soon after, she felt Oliver come inside of her. "Lana! Fuck!" He groaned and slipped them both back down into the tub, water splashing around them. It was silent at first, until Dr. Thredson leaned forward into her breast. His panting filled the room. Then he whispered against her breast. "That was amazing, Lana..." His hands were absentmindedly tracing up and down her sides, his lips sucking on her pebbled nipple.

After coming down from her high, Lana collected her thoughts and tiredly leaned against him. "What did you give me?" Her voice was quiet, timid. Her heart was hammering away, awaiting his response. Still stroking her sides, Thredson danced around the question. "What do you think it was?"

"An aphrodisiac." The writer's voice was certain. It could easily explain her orgasm and sudden attraction to the doctor. Oliver simply shook his head. A piece of Lana Winters broke in that moment. If he was telling the truth, then everything she had felt wasn't forced. It came naturally. She wanted to cry, but she was so exhausted that she just went limp against him.

Oliver enveloped Lana in a tight hug, stroking her hair as he spoke. "It was a muscle relaxer. I didn't want to have to hurt you. I didn't want you to fight me." His voice was gentle. Despite his kindness, Lana knew this couldn't change anything between them.

All they could ever be is enemies.

The bath finished in an uneventful manner. No declarations of eternal love. But there was no violence on Oliver's part. He wrapped her in a towel and carried her back down to the basement. He dried her body off in silence, though she noticed the way his eyes swept across her body in appreciation as he changed her into a clean shirt of his.

The meaning was not lost on her. He had never let her wear his clothing before. Oliver chained Lana back to the bed and bent her back to go to sleep. "Do you require a sedative?" The doctor's voice was quiet, but kind. Lana simply shook her head no, her whole body was completely numb. As she laid back to go to sleep, she felt Dr. Thredson lean in and kiss her forehead. He whispered, "Until tomorrow, Lana."

She listened to his footsteps, to make sure he was out of the room until she broke down crying quietly. She had no idea what was in store for her tomorrow, but if it was anything like today, she'd rather be dead than deal with these confounding feelings.

[TBC]