by Richards, J
“If you are really friends with him, I can’t imagine that Chaos will be happy with how you are treating me.” I perk an eyebrow feeling justified in my statement. Sir David’s head is thrown back when he laughs deeply.
“I bet he loves to punish that smart mouth of yours. Kitten, you don’t even know him in this lifetime yet do you? He’s told me about you and how your relationship works on many occasions, but it’s clear to me that even though your body may be one hundred percent on board with everything going on, that little human brain of yours is reaching far and wide to understand and process everything you are being forced to believe. Stop being a brat and crawl behind me.” I scowl at him but lower to my hands and crawl behind him as he walks. He moves slowly so I can keep up, but my knees are really feeling the abuse they have been through today and I feel as though I’m dragging backward instead of him leading me forward. My slow progress doesn’t seem to bother him and we meander further to the back of the stage.
I really don’t know anything about Chaos and what Sir David said makes my brain spin around. I wish I could recall my past lives with him. That would make this so much easier. “What has he told you? You know, about us?”
“Stop stalling.” He snaps over his shoulder as we descend the stages stairs. He pulls me along and the hard floor turns to soft carpet. I sink into its depths and brush my fingers through the shag of it. I watch the backs of his shoes as he leads me into another crowded room. I can hear noises of sex and force my eyes to stay where they are.
He stops quickly and my head bumps into his calves. I look up and Sir drops his tall body in a chair before me. His eyes are pitch black and he has no hair on his head. A perfect round globe makes up his skull. His full lips are smiling at me as I look him over. “Are you hungry, Kitten?”
“No.” I sit back on my heels and fold my arms over my chest. “I appreciate your…Kindness.” I drag out the word, exaggerating the audacity of it. “But I really want to get a message to Chaos telling him where to find me or I just want to leave and figure it out myself.”
“Leave?” He laughs and a naked female with one large blue eyes brings him a drink on a silver platter. She blinks at me and my mouth drops open. A cyclops? “I’ll send word to your white knight, but it will be a while before he arrives.” Sir pats the cyclops’ ass and instructs her to call Chaos and let him know his mate is at the bondage club.
Bondage club, perfect. Of course I would walk in to some kinky den for refuge. “Thank you.” I try to force sincerity into my words, but I know Sir hears them as they are.
“Did you enjoy sucking off my slave while the crowd watched you? Be honest with me. I’ll know if you aren’t.” He brings his glass to his lips and drinks the dark red liquid. I think I see a hint of fangs peek from under his gums as he slurps down the drink. My tummy ties in a knot as I realize my savior must be a vampire.
“I didn’t want to like it, but I think I did.” I answer honestly and look down at my hands in my lap.
“That’s good. That’s very good. Chaos and I are a lot alike, you know?” I shake my head waiting for him to continue. “We both like a lot of control. Bringing out the most pleasure possible in our playmates. I like to do that with pain, Chaos likes to do it with sensation, but we are still a lot alike.”
“Are you trying to tell me he likes bondage and whips and this weird kinky stuff, too?” I ask frankly and Sir David smirks. This time his fangs are obvious to see.
“Yes Kitten, very much.” He lowers his glass and moves his wrist in small circles to stir the liquid inside his glass. “I imagine he will be delighted to find that you ran to me for escape. He does enjoy what I have to offer.” He free hand motions to the things around the room and for the first time I glance around.
I thought I had heard sex and now I’m sure of it as I watch an orgy of countless bodies fucking only yards away from where we sit. Sex toys and tools of all kinds hang from hooks on the walls and people grab at them freely to use on the multi limbed sex fest before us.
My stomach turns sour at the thought of Chaos here in this place of sex and pain. I can’t blame him for who or what he did before I came back into his life, but still jealousy eats at me. “Oh, he doesn’t fuck any of the pretty little things who beg him for it.” Sir tells me as if he can read my thoughts. “He just likes to rile them up and set them free on others to reap the rewards.”
“Since you claim that I am safe here until he comes for me, may I take a shower and change?” I touch the gross trash jacket I picked up to cover my scent and look down at the cum and drool drying on my chest.
“You may. I wanted to play with you a little, but I can see now that you won’t allow such a thing. At least not without a great fight, and my arms are sore from swinging my whip.” He places his glass on the small table near his chair and reaches forward to unbuckle the collar around my neck.
“I appreciate it.” I mumble as I stand up on shaky legs. My toes tingle from sitting on the floor so long. “Can you take me to the shower now or give me directions so I can find it on my own?”
“Right this way.” Sir David chuckles. “Chaos may think his bride was sweet and innocent in other lives, but I see he has his work cut out for him this go ‘round.”
“I wouldn’t know.” I snark, and Sir David again laughs at me.
We don’t talk anymore as he brings me to a locker room. There are a few females in here, more cyclops and one that looks like a dark shadow. My brain tells me she is a succubus, but I have no idea where that thought came from. I follow Sir David deeper into the locker room where we reach a wall of showers.
“Everything you need is inside. When you’re finished, ask one of the slave girls to bring you to me. I’ll be in the sitting room.” I thank him again and wait for him to leave before entering the small stall. It’s broken into two parts.
First, is a small area with a bench for undressing and folded fluffy towels waiting for me to wrap up in it when I finish. Then past that is a small step up into the shower. There is a small bag for my dirty clothes and a new outfit hanging on a hook across from the bench. I don’t bother looking at the outfit, no matter what it is, I have no choice but to wear it. The clothes I have on now are far beyond disgusting.
I lock the door behind me and begin to strip. I stuff the nasty jacket into the bottom of the bag and reach behind me for the corsets laces. Thankfully it comes undone easily and I pull it from my body. My lungs expand and suck in fresh air that rushes to my brain and already I feel better than I have since I was sucked through the Bullseye.
My nipples are hard, whether from my time with Chaos or from the energy in the air of the club, I have no idea. I palm my breasts and am slammed with visions of Chaos.
His big hands cup my tits and lift them up to his mouth. He draws one hard peak between his lips and sucks softly until it elongates further then sinks his teeth in to my tender skin and I moan. His tongue sooths away the sting and he repeats the action until I’m weak in the knees.
I reach between us to find his cock. It’s so much bigger than I first thought it to be and so heavy in my hand. I stroke him as he nibbles on my chest and guide his cock between my thighs.
“That’s enough!” A woman yells pulling me from my fantasy or memory and pounds her fist to the shower’s locked door. I freeze and blink hard. “Some of us can read your filthy mind. Unless you plan on getting us all off you better switch that train of thought, girly.”
“Sorry.” I offer weakly and pull my skirt down my legs. I try to think of nothing. I imagine white walls and white sky. White birds flying through white clouds. Anything to clear my mind for the people who can so easily slip inside of it.
My boots are knotted tight and I have to sit on the bench to work them loose. Finally, able to kick out of them, I add them to the bag of filth and step over the tiny divider to get into the shower.
The water turns on automatically, which startles me, until its steam envelops me and pulls me in. I turn in slow
circles to rinse every inch of my skin. The water swirling around my feet is a mix of yellow and black. I close my eyes and turn my face up to the spray to keep from puking at the evidence of what I had been covered in.
I take my time in the shower. I don’t want to go back out into the club unless Chaos is there, too. There is a rich smelling body wash on the shelf and a loofa still wrapped in plastic. I peel off the protective covering and pour a lush amount of the thick creamy soap and rub it in until it’s a bundle of suds in my hands. I lather it over my skin and cover every inch of me while still thinking about white spaces. My body is alive under my touch but I try to block out the sensations and save them for later.
“Your mate is here.” Another female voice informs me from the other side of the shower door. I don’t know how long I’ve spent in here but I’m glad my time is almost over and soon I’ll be back in Chaos’ arms.
“Thank you, I’m just about finished.” I lie as I spin around to rinse myself. I lean over to grab the towel and the water magically shuts off like it knows I’m finished. I dry my body quickly and step out to see what I’ll be wearing next.
I bend over and wrap the towel around my head like a tight turban and lift the clothing from the hook. It’s a long black dress with thin straps. Not too bad for clothing I couldn’t pick out myself. I slip the silk over my head and shimmy it down my body. The hem falls across the tops of my feet but I notice a slit that comes clear up to hip.
There are no panties, bra or shoes in here and I don’t have many other options. I tip my head to shake the towel loose and rub it against my locks trying to get most of the moisture from my hair. Once it’s as dry as it’ll get, I drop the towel in to the hamper bag provided and open the door to find a woman with orange skin waiting on me.
She’s leaning against the side of the stall and twirling gum around her finger. Her hair is hot pink and covers her naked breasts. “All set?” She asks while pushing off the stall.
“I think so.” I smile at her and she scoffs.
“Follow me.” She instructs and begins to walk back through the locker room. There isn’t anyone else in here now and our bare feet echo as we pad across the tile. Outside the locker room she doesn’t slow as she turns down a hallway I hadn’t seen before.
Instead of scones for lighting, naked bodies line the wall. They are tied by their wrist and ankles with a pad making their backs arch deeply. Candles held in their mouths flicker their flames to light our path.
Melted wax covers their lips and drips down their chins. I cover my mouth as I walk past. It looks like a painful position even before you add the molten wax pooling down their stretched out bodies. There has to be at least twenty people, ten on each side of the long hall way. All of them silenced by their jobs of holding the candles. Some of the candles are burned down so far that the wick is close to the holder’s wax covered lips.
“In through here.” The orange lady tells me as she pushes a door open wide. I pull my gaze from the candle holders and thank her. I start through the door and pause when she doesn’t follow me.
“Are you coming in as well?” I wonder aloud.
“No.” She doesn’t say any more and leaves me by myself. The room is dark as well, I think this entire side of the park is covered in a layer of darkness. I silently beg my feet to keep moving and peer into the room. The door slams behind me making me jump. I hold my hand to my heart and try to calm its racing beat.
A soft yellow glow turns on from the end of the room and a man is standing with his back to me. He is wearing dark blue fitted jeans and a black muscle tank top. He is shaped like Chaos with the same soft blonde hair but my body sends me signals of fear instead of need. I clear my throat and step a bit closer.
“Chaos?” I ask softly and Sir appears from the corner of the room.
“Feel better now that you’re clean Kitten?” Sir’s voice is tinted with something it wasn’t before, but I can’t distinguish what it may be.
“I do, thank you.” I look from him to Chaos. I hope it’s just the situation making me feel weird and I wish he would turn around so I can jump into his arms.
“Good, good. Give me your wrists please.” Sir asks but I know I don’t have an option. I offer him my wrists and he locks them into metal handcuffs. Not the comfortable kind you see in sex shops, and lips them tightly until they pinch my skin.
“Ow, why do I need to wear this?” I snap but he ignores me.
“That dress looks lovely on you.” He smiles and pats me on the shoulder. “Enjoy.” He whispers as he walks past me and opens the door, this time shutting it silently behind him.
“Chaos?” I repeat and he turns around.
“Not quite, Darling.”
Ten…
A stunned scream breaks from my throat. It isn’t Chaos and instantly I know it’s Din. They look so similar, still there are a few small differences. His eyes are blue instead of a rich honey brown and his jaw is freshly shaven. He tucks his hands into his jean pockets and stalks towards me. I try to back up but somehow a cuff is locked around my right ankle and it keeps me chained to the floor. I fall backwards on to my butt and still tug at my foot trying to escape farther. The cuff bites into my soft skin and causes a burning as I pull.
“It’s no use, so just stop.” Din’s voice is like gravel being ground up for cement. It’s hard and heavy. “It’s good to see you again, Serenity. This lifetime looks good on you.”
“I can’t help you change!” I yell.
“Oh, I know that. I’ve killed you so many ways trying to find the switch. There isn’t a way left for you to die that we haven’t already played out together.” My heart aches as he speaks and again visions assault me. This time instead of seeing Chaos’ gentle hands or pleasing tongue, I see Din.
His strong hands at my throat as he looks in my eyes, squeezing the life from my body. I see him through a puddle of water, my last breath bubbles out above me as I drown with his stern face gazing down at me. Next, I watch as he cuts me. Over and over with a dull knife until my last drop of blood seeps from my fresh wounds. He kills me again and again and with each vision comes the pain. My lungs seize and my throat burns. I gasp for air until he snaps his fingers and the room reappears. The visions fade but I’m still looking up at him and dull pain skitters over my skin the way arousal did when I met Chaos for the first time in this life.
“Why?” I plead through a choking sob.
“At first, I really was looking for a way to switch. I missed my wolf, Serenity, you can’t imagine what it’s like. The beast is always there, clawing just under my skin. Aching to be freed, but I can’t find a way to let him out.” He extends a hand to help me up and I grasp it. No matter what happens next I’m stuck here so I might as well stand up for myself at least. Once I’m standing again he begins to walk a slow circle around me.
“When I realized Chaos was telling the truth and I needed to find my own Spiritbond to switch, I only snatched you from him for the pleasure of seeing him suffer each time. Do you know in one lifetime you actually loved me?” Din is standing at my back now and runs his fingers down the back of my neck and then lower to follow my vertebrae.
“No,” I breathe. “I wouldn’t.”
“Oh yes.” He moves in close. So close his breath tickles across my neck. “You shattered his heart in a whole new way that lifetime. I found you first and you came to my arms willingly. I’ll admit it was one of the best times of my life. You brought me so much light.” His hands rub down my arms and he continues. “I live in so much darkness.”
“I’m not your light, Din.” I turn my head to find him resting his chin on my shoulder. “I’m sorry I can’t be that for you, but I’m just not.”
“Do you think some of us are unlovable, Serenity?” He asks coldly. “Do you think that certain people are doomed to this earth without a bond?” His voice begins to rise and soon he is yelling right in my ear. “I’ve lived for so long and each year I only grow darker. Where is my light?”
“Please Din, stop. Let me go, I can’t help you.”
“I don’t want your help.” He spits and comes around my body to face me. “I want my brother to be as dark as me. I want us to once again be an unstoppable pack, capable of taking over the entire park and running it for ourselves.”
“You don’t have to stay dark, Din. Be kind, let me go and talk to Chaos.” I hold my cuffs wrist up and he looks down at them. “He still loves you. Let his love be your light.”
“Ha.” Din gives a fake laugh and touches two fingers to my jaw. “You’re so naive.” I shrug and move my face from his touch.
“I think you have us confused.” I push back at him. “I may not remember all my lifetimes, but I know what I say is truth. Your heart isn’t as black as you think it to be.”
The sound of breaking wood startles both Din and I. I jump forward and he protectively wraps me in his arms. We both look toward the door where a giant foot has just mashed through the middle of it. Wood splitters fly into the room followed by a storming Chaos. He takes one look at me in Din’s arm and lets out a growl that shakes the building.
“If you’ve hurt her.” He barks as he comes forward. I wiggle out of Din’s arms and hold up my hands.
“He hasn’t!” I shout.
“I’ll kill him anyway.” Chaos uses his hands to push me aside and charges for Din. Din swells with the challenge and charges as well. They clash together like thunder and both are pushing for the upper ground. They hold each other like MMA fighters looking for the alpha position.
“Please, stop!” I scream but no one is listening to me. They are punching each other. One massive fist landing in the others ribs and another fist flying into a jaw. Sounds of flesh being pounded and heavy breathing fill the room parted only by my screams.