New Beginning, Bound And Chained 2
By: V. L. Marquette
Lightly edited by: Ravyn
(Authors Note) This is a work of fiction, nothing more. Any resemblance
to anyone, alive or dead is purely coincidental. But, honestly folks, this
takes place on another planet. So this little warning is kind of silly don't ya
think?
*****WARNING***** (NO ONE, AND I DO MEAN NO ONE.) Under the age of 18,
or who lives in an area that this sort of material is illegal, should not read
any farther.
CHAPTER 8
The rocks pelted the man. As he was dragged by his silver hair.
Towards what seemed to be like nothing more than just a house. But the guards
that surrounded him as he was dragged towards it through the screams and curses
that rang out around him warned him that it was more than what it appeared.
"If it wasn't for the fact that the Head Consort and those in the
Chieftess's house have a greater claim to your worthless life, I would slit your
throat myself for what you did to so many of the children we have taken into our
homes." A large guardswoman pushed him to his knees at the entrance.
Kaj herself opened the door. "So, this is, it?" There was no mistaking
the hate and disgust in her voice.
"Yes, Ma'am, a little worse for wear, but still alive as ordered.
Though you have no idea how tempted I was to forget myself and see to it that he
never saw the light of day again."
Kaj just laughed cruelly. "You did him no favors Commander, trust me.
Before the end of the day, he is going to wish to what ever twisted god he
believes in that you had granted him a quick death."
"I know, that was the only thing that kept me from giving it to him. I
heard about the four that came here, and all that followed. Tell that man of
yours to see to it that this things balls are kept so that his new daughter can
have them dipped in silver, you never know, they might make charming earrings.
Even if they only end up as little studs."
This time Kaj's laugh was for real. "Zanna, you are absolutely without
shame. But you are right, I think I will do just that. After all the hell this
thing has put Mysti through, he owes her that much."
"Well, Chieftess, I brought him here, alive and about as unhurt as he
could ever hope to be. I've discharged my duty to you, and need to go home.
Got a consort and new babies to see to, you know."
Kaj nodded. "Trust me Zanna, I know all about it. Go on home, I have
taken him from you. You are relieved of duty for now. Go home and chase that
boy of yours around the bed a few times." Her fingers tightened in his hair, as
she watched the guardswoman march back down the walk. "Come on. You have much
to answer for." She turned and without ever looking down began to drag him down
the hall by the hair of his head.
He tried to resist. How dare this fool woman touch him like this? He
would see them all die for the impudence they had shown him so far. "Let me go,
you stupid woman." He struck out, trying to cause pain.
Only to be brought up short, a scream dying on his lips as Kaj pinned
him to the wall. "Don't push me, madman. The promise I made to my consort who
is also my soul is the only thing that keeps me from killing you now, where we
stand. But he is right. You do owe the men of my house more than you do the
woman, so I will let you live for now. But do not push me again. I am Dane.
The Chieftess of the Danite people. We did not, spend thousands of millennia
worrying about our pretty looks, but on strength and power. The youngest and
rawest recruit in my guard could deal with you. And we start training at
thirteen. All our children, female and male alike are better and stronger than
any of those you have or should I say had, at your disposal. It took half a
garrison to take down one young woman, who had just finished her training. So
do not push me. She is one of my women, and though alive, it may take more than
a full moon cycle to undo the wrongs you did to her."
He struggled to get words around the hand that held his throat against
the wall. "I do not care who you are woman. I have gone as far as I will go.
Kill me, if you think you can, but I will go no farther."
Kaj dropped him, stepping back, trying hard not to laugh at the fool.
"Not coming with me? Are you sure about that?"
"I have beaten down into nothing the fools that thought they could break
away from the father race. The Merican's were of no challenge. So how hard
could it be to take down a race of 'women' who actually believe in a Goddess?
You are nothing to me but a moments dalliance, and with your looks, not even
that." He stood to his full height of close to nine feet.
Kaj looked up at him, a thoughtful look on her face for a moment.
"Okay, well let me tell you this." Her hand shot out, and gripped his crotch,
squeezing and twisting hard, bringing forth a howl of agony from the man. "This
band of nothing but 'woman' as you called us, and our false Goddess, took you
down in a matter of days. You are not even worth the time it would take me to
judge you and see you dead. But my consort, my 'slave', that is right. We do
not pervert the sacred trust between mistress and slave as you have. He has
demanded that you be turned over to all of those in our house. That includes
your nephews. Drav who, is the true prince of his people, and Shern. Jaxim is
still too young to join in on your torture. And Mysti, Caytin who now stands as
her father will not let her anywhere near you, for fear of upsetting her too
much." She tightened her grip again, bring forth-another howl. "Now you will
follow me, or I will drag you by this thing in my hands. I don't care which,
but you will come."
* * *
Caytin met her at the door to the Men's Quarters. "You didn't have to
bring him here Lady, all you needed to do was call, I would have been more than
happy to come and get him." He looked down at the creature as Kaj let him go
and he fell to the floor.
"Trust me, beloved, it was my pleasure. Why should my men get all the
fun? I quite enjoyed dragged him through the halls by his balls." She laughed
at the rhyme she had just made. "Rhea is taking Mysti out for the day, for a
shopping spree. So take all the time you need, or want. Jaxim is going to be
with them. So the two youngest are where they do not have to look at his face."
Then she looked at Drav and Jerrick. "Warning you two. My sister is taking
Steffon to the Temple today to have one of the fully trained Healers sees to his
eyes. See what you can do to make sure that one of the first things he sees
when he comes back here, is not that things face, or at least not whole and
unscathed."
Jerrick, whose chest still burned from the unhealed piercings growled
low. "Yes, Mistress. Trust me, the last thing I want for him is to ever think
that his Lover looks anything like that thing on the floor. I'll see to it, if
my master doesn't first."
Kaj nodded just once. "Then I will leave him in the care of my men.
Just see to it that his heart still beats when the Temple comes for him
tomorrow."
Caytin waited only long enough for Kaj to leave before turning to
Donnel. "Tell me, are you in the middle of making any of the less that pleasant
oils?"
The young man shook his head. "But I do have a batch of just plane
un-doctored oil waiting to have some of the drugs added to it. Anything you
wish special?"
"Do we still have any of the fire oil in stock?"
"I always have that, you know how rarely it is used. But if we use it
on him now, no one is going to be able to touch him for hours. It burns both
ways. And I don't know about you Cay, but I do not find pleasure in pain, and
though I want to see this thing pay for what he did, I don't want to see it
quite that much. Not even for what he owes me for the pain he caused Shail."
"I don't mean to use it on him, or at least not in the way you are
thinking. I was wondering if a small amount could be poured into a pan, and
heated to a sizzling boil. I am no more willing to allow my Lover's Lover first
few sights to include that thing. He fancies his pretty face. But it is
entirely too much like Drav's. I want to burn it off."
Donnel looked at him in shock. The man was mad, deserved to be
destroyed, there was no doubt of that, but to fry his face like that, and in the
very oil that would continue to burn for the rest of his now short life. "The
fire oil, Cay, do you know what that will be like for him? Nothing we do to
him, once that is used will matter. There can never be a greater pain. I want
to see him pay, maybe not as much as some, but I still want to see him pay, and
if you use the fire oil, then the rest is a waste of time.
Caytin considered that point. "Damn! Donnel, I hate to admit it, but
you're right. What good would scarring his face with boiling fire oil do, if it
is the last thing he will ever feel. I do not even think what the Temple has
planned for it, would cut through that pain. No, go on, use plane oil, but see
to it that it is heated to a boiling point. If he loses his sight, so be it.
But the knowledge that his face looks like so many of those in my house that I
love, it sickens me."
Jerrick lay a hand on his arm. "Master, could you wait for a moment. I
need to go see if I can track my mistress down and get her in here before his
face is burned off. Like Donnel said, he needs to suffer for what he has done,
and hiding from the pain by losing consciousness isn't going to make sure he
regrets his actions near enough."
Caytin raised an eyebrow at him. "Why Lover, I had thought it might
take you just a little more time and incentive to begin to fulfill your duty to
your house and lady. I am glad to see I was wrong."
"I got three reasons to see this fucker suffer for what he did. First,
I'm Trinna's first consort, and I love my lady dearly. Second, Steff is my
Lover, and anything I can do to keep from letting him feel, pain, I am going to
do. And third, I don't get rid of the pain of these fucking bars in my nipples
until it's done."
The deposed self-proclaimed monarch that had caused so much pain and
death tried to slip out as the two were talking. Thinking that it would not be
hard, with men, who were slaves to out wit them. After all, he had been out
witting slaves for the last over hundred cycles. The last twelve had been the
crowning glory of his passion for power and fame.
"Just where do you think you are going?" Toby blocked his way. "You
really thought you could get out of here? Forget that, there are too many of us
that owe you too much for the hurt you caused our children."
The door to the Men's Quarters opened and a strangled gasp sounded out
through the room. Shern all but flew at him. "I'm going to kill you." He
knocked the madman down again. "Remember me, uncle? Remember what you were
going to do to me upon my fifteenth birthday? I'm fifteen now, you monster."
He battered at the man who tried to deflect the blows of a maddened youngster.
"I won. I'm alive, have a master, and he loves me." He was sobbing. "He loves
me. You didn't take that away from me. I won."
Kerfan reached down to pull Shern from where he crouched over the man.
"Ssshh, you can't kill him, bright eyes. Or at least not yet, it's enough for
him to see that there are those of us who know what being a master really
means." He held the sobbing boy close. "But you are right. You do have a
master, and he does love you." The look of hate in Kerfan's eyes as he locked
stairs with the man was almost like a dagger.
The man struggled to get to his feet again. "What does that prove? He
tells you a few pretty words and what, you are still a slave, and even more, you
are a slave to a slave. Trust me, boy. I could not have wished for a more
fitting end for you than what you have given yourself." He laughed, this
insanity becoming more and more obvious to all those around him. "To think, you
all ran from my keep, to do what, end up here, and as slaves again. Slaves to a
pack of women. So when are they going to return the lot of you to their kennel?
I want to be alive to see that. Let me die knowing that my sisters boy, who
used to be so high and mighty is locked in a cage until needed again. Then I
will die a happy man."
There were several things that happened all at once. The first being
Toby who grabbed his arms again, twisting them behind him in a painful grip.
Both Drav and Shern loud protests that they were far better off here than they
had ever been in the hell that they had escaped from, but it all cultivated in
Kerfan's fist slamming up into the madman's face. "Look around my throat, fool.
Do you see a collar there? I am a FreeMan. No one owns me. Shern is my Lover.
He is, mine, and no one else but me owns him. He owes no one allegiance but me.
If he were a woman, I would take him as my lady, but as he is not, all I can do
is take him as my Lover." He pulled Shern back against him. "He knows that. I
have spent the last moon proving to him my love. How dare you question it?"
Shern reached up to touch his face. "Master, it's okay. I know I'm
loved. For the first time in my life, I have no doubt that a man who is my
master loves me. Ignore him." He melted under Kerfan's kiss.
"I watched my mother, 'your sister' die. Of all of us, I am the only
one old enough to remember her screams of pain and please for mercy. You
branded me, at six, in front of my father and grandfather before you killed
them, just so they could, go to their deaths knowing, my fate. I watched you
throw my brother to those things, how many times, never allowing him the first
moment of kindness or joy. I had to bear up under everything you were planning
on doing to my baby brother, just to save him the pain. I am going to enjoy
this night uncle. You have earned everything that is coming to you, and more.
But alas if you were given everything you were due, you would be dead within an
hour." Drav reached out with a knife and sliced a brutal gash across the man's
cheek, knowing soon enough the bleeding would stop as the wound was cauterized
by the boiling oil. "Look at my brother, uncle, let the sight of him finally
being allowed to have what you denied him for so long be the last thing you ever
see." He looked to Caytin, tears in his eyes. "Please, Master, let the oil
boil his eyes as it boils the skin from his face. Let the sight of my little
brother knowing happiness be the last thing he sees."
Caytin could not blame his Lover's consort for this request. The
thought of what he had done to the boy, was the worst thing of his crimes
against his family. To see to it that Shern only knew pain, and never pleasure.
How could any be that cruel? "Kerfan, if it is not asking too much of your boy
there, let him show the thing that he is indeed happy and loved. I agree with
Drav. Let it be his last sight before he can seen no more."
Trinna slipped into the room as her father was beginning to show Shern
pleasure and welcome. "Oh, dear." She shook her head. "Well, as it is the
men's place, I suppose I should not be too shocked." She moved across the room.
"Jerrick will be back soon. I left him with Steff. They were both fussing over
each other. So Cay, what do you want me for?"
"He looks far too much like your consort and Kerfan's Lover. So we
shall burn his face from him. His sight as well. But once we do that, I am
rather worried that with as much pain as he will be in, that nothing else we do
is going to effect him. Can you see to it that not only must he keep his eyes
open when his face is forced into the oil, but first that he can not pass out,
and second, the healing after the burn. It goes against my nature to show him
any mercy, but I loathe wasting time."
She looked the man up and down. "You are right. He does look too much
like Drav. Yes, I will do this, and gladly. He owes me for what he did to my
love and niece."
"You will want to freeze his chest muscles for this Mistress." Donnel
brought out a pan of boiling oil. "It would do no good for him to inhale this
oil, and kill himself too soon."
Trinna nodded. "Your mother has never been anything but proud of you
Donnel, I am glad to see why."
"Set the pan down in front of Kerfan and Shern, Donnel." Toby held him
tight. "Let the last thing he sees be the boy he hurt so much happy and feeling
joy."
The man started to fight as Trinna came close. "No, you can't do that
to me. Woman, do you know who I am?"
She looked at him with a sneer. "Averixtinum, better known as Averix
the reaper for your tendency to invade any area that opposes you and slaughter
the women and children there. Also a known rapist and pedophile. For your love
of raping children mostly young boys under ten and girls under five. I know
exactly who you are. Have been helping to heal many of your victims for the
last going on half a cycle, but more intently for the last few days. Now let me
tell you who 'I am'. I am the journeyman Healer and Priestess Trinna. I have
three consorts, all of which came to me because of you. Dravenastinson is my
third and final consort. I have a personal stake in seeing you pay for what you
did. My first consort is still reeling from the loss of his nephew, that one of
your bands of monsters killed. The Mother only knows how my second was spared
the pain that so many others faced. But of the three, he is the only one that
came to me, with no scars from your poisonous taint." She stepped back. "Okay,
Cay, Toby, get him on his knees. Keep his head looking forward. I happen to
agree with you on that. Let his last sight be that of the poor child he hurt so
much finally knowing love."
Averix fought as hard as he could, wildly even, but he was no match for
the two who brought him down without any show of effort. "No, you can't do
this, I forbid it. No one lays a hand on me, I will see you all dead." The
reality of the situation still had not sunk into his crazed mind.
"I curse you, Averixtinum. May your soul drift unclaimed for all time.
I do not even see it fit to bind you to hell. There will be no end to your pain
and madness." She touched his chest. "His chest is still for now, and no
matter what happens, he cannot hide in the realm of unconsciousness. Look
Averix. Let you last sight be of the child you sought only to destroy as he
gives himself to my father." She stood back as Toby held him still and Caytin
forced his face into the pan, forever burning away any trace of his looks.
With the first touch of the oil, Averix went mad, thrashing, trying to
break free, but as it closed over his eyes, searing them like two drops of water
he just jerked as his system froze and everything stopped. He tried to inhale a
breath to scream, but his chest wouldn't work. So he just convulsed weakly
under Caytin's hand for a few more moments.
"Lift his face Cay. Let me finish with him, I need to go get a bath."
Caytin pulled the limp form up, he was in such pain, and there were no
words for what he felt. His face, it was on fire, his eyes. There was nothing
there now, no sight, but a white blazing pain. He had been mad to begin with,
but now, with the horror of what he felt, his mind finally began to slip.
"Oh no you don't. You have many more things left to experience, so
insanity is not yet yours." Trinna lay a hand on his face, healing the burned
flesh, his eyes, not giving him his sight back, that was gone forever, but the
pain was gone as well. Then she reached deeper to pull him back from where his
mind was trying to hide. "There, I am done with him. I leave him to the men of
my home. See to it that he feels some of the pain we have felt." She stopped.
"Oh, one last thing." She ripped what was left of his pants from him. To, lay
a hand on his buttocks. "No matter how many times he is raped. It will always
feel like he is nothing more than an eight-cycle-old boy. I would make it
younger. But I, can't, even for him."
"I must say daughter, that was a bit surprising, even for you." Kerfan
shook his head. "But then again I have to remember who you are, and what you
are having to live through with your men. So I guess all in all, it's not that
surprising."
"So we are now going to be beating and punishing a boy?" Drav wasn't
sure if he could do that.
"No, precious. The only time he reacts like a boy is when he is being
raped, all the rest, he is what he is. And will know full well why he is
getting what is happening, and know in his heart, that it is deserved."
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you Mistress, I had thought there
for a minute, that we were going to become no better than him. That you had
regressed his mind back to that age, and left it there."
"He doesn't think he is eight, Goddess love, he only feels as tight as
he was at that age, and no matter how many times he is taken, it will always be
that tight. Goddess, I am a mother. How can you think I would do that?"
"I don't know Trin, it sounded that way to me too." Kerfan commented
squeezing Shern close. "Keep in mind that you have your first consort that is
still in the process of trying to recover from what that thing had done to his
nephew. Now I've been told that he was sixteen and not eight, but still, half
sixteen and what do you have? And let's face it, you are very much like your
mother was when it comes to vindictiveness."
"Okay, let me explain it one more time. Every time one of you takes
him, it will feel to him as is his body was still, that of an eight-cycle-old
child. Not his mind and it will always feel that way for him. There, that,
clear it up?" She ran a hand through her hair. "I need to go. The sooner I am
out of here, the sooner Jerrick and Steffon can return and finish seeing to
him." She headed for the door. "Oh, Papa, do me a favor and gag him, my rooms
are entirely too close to here and I don't want to be kept up all night by his
screams." And she was gone.
Caytin looked around at the group of men in the room. "Well, shall we
see to our duty?"
"I'll go get the rack." Van moved quickly. He didn't envy this man at
all. Oh he believed that he had earned each and every last bit of what was
coming to him, but he couldn't help but almost feel sorry for the mad soul. If
he had been anyone else, had committed even half the crimes he had, then the
Temple would fight to see him healed. But even the Mother's speakers had no
compassion for one who had sinned so greatly against all life.
"Here Cay, as the head of all slaves here, it is to you that he should
pay first." Tam held out the rod whip to Caytin.
Averix struggled again as Kerfan forced a very large penis gag in his
mouth. His sight was gone, he could see no one, but he knew that all around him
there were men, slaves, who were going to see him tortured. His mind so
desperately wanted to flee the reality of the situation, but could not. He
didn't understand why, but something that woman had done to him, would not let
him escape into insanity.
"No Tam, this time first blood belongs to Drav. That thing owes him
much for what was done to him and his sib's." Caytin held the whip out to him.
"You are the true prince, denied you rightful place by this thing, so it is to
you that he should answer to first."
Drav bowed his head respectfully. "Thank you, Master." He stood back
and watched as his uncle had what was left of his clothes ripped from him, and
even though he struggled, was secured to the rack. "I have dreamed of this day.
Never really believing that it would one day be mine. Do you remember uncle,
how amused you were when I was bound between the posts in the garden and
whipped?" The thin high whistle of the rod as it came down across Averix's back
laying a welt from one shoulder to the other. "You know, uncle, in some ways,
I really do owe you some credit. No man has ever been better at teaching anyone
to reduce another to nothing in such a short period of time." Again the whistle
as the whip struck his back, just barely below the first.
Averix screamed, not understanding how his perfect plan, which had gone
on so well for so long could have come to this. His sister's lovely son, the
one he had such glorious dreams of watching the light die in his bright eyes for
the final time, now, lived still. Worse yet, would help see to it that not only
was his dreams, shattered, but his life as well.
Drav was sobbing as he lay the forth and fifth lashes to Averix's back.
His hate and pain finally at last finding an outlet.
"Drav, stop." Jerrick's voice from the door as he and Steffon entered.
"Back away for a minute precious." He had just came from Trinna, and was in
more pain than he had ever thought he could be. Not even the loss of Jeremy and
Warron equaled the burning in his soul. He moved to stand before the ruined
face of the man who had caused it all. "You son of a bitch." He snarled
slamming his fist into Averix's stomach. "That was my mistress that just left
here. My 'wife', she carries my baby and if it wasn't for the fact that there
are a whole lot more folk here that you owe for the pain they have suffered. I
would cut your damn throat myself. I don't know why my lady thought I would
need the reminder that she put in my chest to goad me into remembering me of my
duty to 'my people'." He all but screamed the words. "Holding her as she cried
was all the reason I ever needed to see to it you paid and paid big." Again his
fist slammed into Averix, but this time, it wasn't his gut but his face. Tears
of rage in his eyes, as he turned to Caytin. "Master, mistress Kaj sends a
request. She doesn't care what happens to that thing between its legs, but she
said that she wanted to make sure its balls were saved. Something about casting
them in silver as earrings for your daughter."
The room erupted in laughter. "That sounds like something my
granddaughter would say." Warrel just shook his head. "She has her mother's
spiteful streak, you know."
"So Lover, did she say how undamaged they were to be left before I cut
them from him?" Caytin shook his head. Yes, his lady did indeed have her
mother's flair for revenge. When lady Azrena ruled this house, men just didn't
get away with anything. Compared to her, Kaj was kind and gentle. Then again
it had a lot to do with the fact that Kaj was soul-matched to him than anything
else.
"I'm sorry Master, I didn't think to ask that question. I was still too
worried about my lady, you understand how that is."
Caytin nodded. "I'll check with her, before I start to whip them to
make sure that I don't render them un-usable."
Steffon who had stood back behind Jerrick for the most part stepped into
the room. "Baby?" He was finally able to look upon the man that he had taken
as his Lover to protect him.
Drav dropped the whip as he went to his knees wrapping his arms around
Steffon's waist. "Master." He held him as tightly as he could. "Is it really
true? Your sight, you can see again?" Averix, forgotten for the moment.
"You are more beautiful than I ever though you could be. Everything
is." Tears in his blue eyes, that had been for so long sightless, but now, were
able to take in what they had been denied for so long. "Our mistress, she is,
and my master, he is every bit as handsome as I believed he would be. But you,
I didn't thing any living mortal could ever be as beautiful." His fingers
tangled in Drav's hair as his mouth closed over his. "I love you." Soft words
spoken in the total openness of a heart that had, never been guarded.
"Drav, as lovely as your reunion with your master is, you still have a
duty to see that, that thing pays for what he did to you and yours." Caytin did
not relish the thought of separating the two. His Lover's boy, poor child had
been blind for so long and now, on the very day of having his sight returned.
They had to expose him to the ugliest of ugly sights.
Steffon looked up to where Averix hung, head down, body spread on the
rack, five very angry red welts on his back. "No, Master. This thing, it hurt
Drav. Hurt him in ways that I am just now beginning to understand. "I've never
struck out against anyone in my life, never had a call too, but him, I have more
than just a call, I have a right. I have a Lover who is also my consort, and
two son's and daughter's that I am helping to return some kind of life to, a
life that he stole from them. So please, let it be I. Let me beat him. He
owes me too. I put Drav behind me, back when he first came here, and I have not
stepped from that block. I am his master let me make this thing pay for what he
did to what I love." He was trembling with a rage that he had never felt
before.
"Go on Cay. Let the fool learn what the meaning of the warning of being
wary of the fury of a gentle man really means." Kerfan was not surprised at all
by Steffon's response to this all was, if anything. Had he just stepped back
and let Drav finish what he was doing, he would have been not only surprised but
also disappointed in the young man.
"Are you sure about this baby?" Jerrick wasn't sure what it would do to
his boy, but like Kerfan, he understood. "I won't try to stop you but make damn
sure you know what you are doing."
"You've heard what he had to live through, same as me Master. Tell me,
if that had been me, would you just stand back and do nothing? I love him, how
can you, any of you, think that I could do anything less?"
Caytin lay a hand on Jerrick's shoulder. "It's hard, I know, but
eventually boys become men. Let him, oh I am sure that later when he is with
you, the tears will come and he will rage at what he had to do. But not at what
he did, but that he had to do it. That someone, anyone, made him physically
defend his Lover."
Jerrick nodded. "Okay, you're right Master, I do hate it, I liked him
just like he was, but you're also right. Can't keep a boy from becoming a man
forever can we?" Then to Steffon "go on baby. You don't need me to tell you
what I would do to someone who hurt you even one tenth as much as that thing
hurt yours, you know full well what I would do to him."
"Thank you Master, for understanding." Then to Drav, "I'm going to need
a little help, I've never whipped anyone before."
Drav nodded. "Be more than happy to help you Master, you can start back
at the top, yes they will cross each of the lash's that I had lain, but as you
are right handed it will start on his left shoulder instead of right. Later, if
I can ever get you to the point that I can beg you into whipping me, I can see
if I can talk Cay into showing you how to do a back handed cut, but for now.
Master, the very face that you are willing to do this for me, to show my uncle
that I am in a place and with those that are willing to love and protect me. It
is more than I had ever dreamed I would ever have."
Steffon dropped the whip grabbing Drav by the arms forcing him to look
at him, pain and rage in his eyes. "He is not your uncle. He is a rapist,
murderer and pedophile, but not your uncle. No one who has any connection to
you is anything but wonderful. Your family is here, your brother's and sister.
You have babies here too. True your, parent's were killed by this sick mad man,
but listen to me. I don't ever what to hear you refer to him as your uncle
again. Don't you think I know why his face is the way it is? Did you really
think that just because he had the same features as your do, I couldn't tell the
difference? Drav, baby, I spent most of my life blind. Learned to see in other
ways that had nothing to do with my eyes. I thank you for thinking of me, but
you didn't have to worry, I would have never confused what he is and what you
are. I love you, I despise him, and that wouldn't have changed just because he
still had a pretty face. Just like I would have considered my lady beautiful
even if she had the face of the south end of a north bound herd beast, and my
master handsome if he was as ugly as a stump. They had taken me, and put me
between them when they didn't have too. Now lucky I was, that she is the most
lovely woman I ever dreamed I would ever know. And my master, well you know
him, I have to be the luckiest man alive. All three of those I love are without
question, any man's dream of what he could desire in a mate. That is one thing
you have that, that thing will never have. Someone to love and protect you. So
as I said. Call him his name, a thing, it, or any number of other things, but
do not call him your uncle. He isn't.
