Filthy Game of the Rich

A Mother's Silent Farewell (The End)

Mailee's world had shrunk to the confines of a small, dimly lit room. The pain from the birth still throbbed through her body, but it was the emptiness in her heart that hurt the most. She had been moved here, out of sight, out of mind, to recuperate in isolation.

The twins she had carried and brought into the world were nowhere to be seen, and the man she had once loved, Sebastian, had vanished from her life as if he had never existed. Victoria made sure of that. She oversaw everything with a clinical, cold detachment, ensuring that Mailee remained compliant.

Mailee's body, despite the trauma it had endured, was still producing an abundant supply of milk. Victoria wasted no time in exploiting this, walking into Mailee's room several times a day to oversee the milking process, her presence a constant reminder of the power she wielded.

"Don't think for a moment that you're still of any use beyond this," Victoria sneered one afternoon, her eyes glinting with malice as she watched the milk being collected. "Sebastian doesn't want you. He's seen what you are now—filthy, tainted. You're nothing more than a broodmare to him, and now that you've served your purpose, you'll be discarded like the trash you are."

Mailee flinched at the words, her heart aching with a pain that was more profound than any physical wound. She bit her lip, holding back the tears that threatened to spill. Victoria's cruelty was unending, each word a carefully aimed arrow meant to shatter what little hope she had left.

"I've been busy, you know," Victoria continued, her tone light and conversational as if they were discussing the weather. "The twins are thriving. They're beautiful, just like their father. They've already begun to smile and coo. Of course, they'll never know who gave birth to them. As far as they're concerned, I'm their mother, and you... well, you're nothing."

Mailee's chest tightened, her breath catching in her throat. The twins were hers—she had felt them grow inside her, and had endured the pain of bringing them into the world. And yet, they were lost to Victoria, stolen away by the woman who now stood before her, gloating over her victory.

Days turned into weeks, and the routine remained the same. Mailee was milked regularly, the supply stored away for the twins she would never see. Victoria made sure to keep her isolated, out of sight and out of mind. The world outside seemed a distant memory, one that she no longer belonged to.

Then, one morning, the door to her room opened, and Marcus stepped inside.

"Marcus is here to take you away," Victoria announced from behind him, her voice devoid of emotion. "Your time here is done. We've already collected enough milk to last six months, so there's no need for you anymore."

Victoria stood just outside the door, a cruel smile on her lips as she gave them a nod, granting them a moment of privacy.

Marcus approached her slowly, his eyes roaming over her body, lingering on her breasts, still heavy with milk. Without a word, he reached out, and Marcus's hands roughly cupped her breast. Mailee's body betrayed her, responding in ways she wished it wouldn't. The physical sensation of his thumb brushing over her sensitive nipple sent an involuntary shiver down her spine. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, but the sound escaped her lips, low and unwilling.

"You've got quite the supply here," Marcus murmured, his voice low and lecherous. He leaned in closer, his mouth descending on her breast, sucking greedily, a wave of unwanted pleasure pulsed through her, mingling with the shame that burned in her chest. Her body, exhausted and desperate for relief, reacted to the stimulation despite her revulsion. Her nipples hardened, the sensation both painful and pleasurable, as her body responded to the rough, possessive touches.

Marcus, his eyes dark with intent, roughly pushed Mailee back onto the bed, his weight pressing her down as he positioned himself between her legs. She could feel the heat of his body, the unmistakable pressure as he moved closer, his hand forcing her thighs apart. Mailee's breath hitched, as she realized what was about to happen. With a cruel smirk, Marcus adjusted himself, the tip of his erection brushing against her entrance. He paused for a moment, savouring her, before he thrust forward, invading her with brutal force. The warmth of his mouth, the firm pressure of his hands—everything pushed her body to respond in ways she couldn't control. She hated herself for the soft moans that escaped her, for the way her body arched slightly toward him, seeking release. With a final, forceful thrust, Marcus buried himself deep inside Mailee, his body shuddering as he released his seed. A wave of unwanted pleasure rippled through Mailee as she moaned softly.

When Marcus finally pulled away, his eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Time to go," he said, as if nothing had happened, and followed him out of the room.

Mailee's heart sank further, but she forced herself to stand, her body weak and trembling. She knew this moment was coming, but the reality of it still stung. She would leave this place without ever holding her children, without saying goodbye.

As she was led down the hallway, her footsteps echoing in the emptiness, Mailee caught a glimpse of Victoria through an open doorway. She was sitting in a sunlit room, cradling one of the twins in her arms, her expression soft and maternal. The other twin lay in a crib nearby, cooing happily. It was a picture-perfect scene, one that Mailee would never be a part of.

Victoria glanced up and met Mailee's eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "Goodbye, Mailee," she said sweetly. "I hope you enjoy whatever's left of your life. Just know that you'll never be forgotten—after all, you're the one who made all of this possible."

The finality of those words echoed in Mailee's mind as she was ushered outside, the bright sunlight a harsh contrast to the dark room she had been confined to. Marcus led her to a car, and she got in without protest, her body numb, her spirit broken.

As the car drove away, Mailee stared out the window, the landscape blurring into a haze of green and blue. Her thoughts drifted to the twins she had left behind. And as long as she lived, she would carry the memory of her twins in her heart, no matter where life took her.