ALL IN THE NAME OF LOVE
By: V.L. Marquette
Lightly edited by: Ravyn
(Authors Note) This is a work of fiction, nothing more. Any resemblance to
anyone alive, dead, or in the vampires case, Undead, are purely coincidental.
*****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 read any
farther.
CHAPTER 4
Anise was really rather amused with the Childe's excitement. But then
again, she had not come from an age in a time when slaves were, a, common thing.
She had made a quick dash out to one of the many women's clothing stores
that seemed to be so plentiful. To choose just the things she wanted for the
night, then hurried home to begin her transformation.
"Would you believe I had to go to a antique clothing boutique to find a
simple black dress, I would be caught dead in. These new fashions out today,
suck. If I have to look at another, blowzy pastel, outfit. I am going to be
physically ill." She stepped out of the bathroom, posing for Anise. "The woman
kept looking at me like I had lost my mind when I went to buy this little
number." The skirt was short, but not so short that it looked like something a
woman with no taste would wear. The fabric hung to her body in a very pleasing
way. She was not overly tall, but the heels she wore gave her a statuesque
look.
Her hair was the same short dark sable that it had been the day she died.
It framed her face nicely.
And oh what a face. Dark eye shadow, light but very striking blush, and her
lips were for lack of any other analogy, a 'fuck me' red. "I hope I don't
frighten too many of them tonight. I really want to get at least one, if not
two. I can't keep feeding off of you, you didn't bring any of your pets with
you when you came."
Anise chuckled. "Childe, you are not a great burden for me, if you aren't
able to chose one tonight. I am more than able to feed you if you need more."
She smiled up at him, patting his cheek. "Be honest. You just want to get
me in bed again."
"I must confess Childe, guilty as charged."
"Elder, just because I am looking for a new pet, doesn't mean that I won't
sleep the day with you. I don't dare risk letting any one I take tonight spend
the day with us when we are sleeping. Now once Jessy comes, and works on them a
little, I am going to have to lock them in a bedroom while we sleep."
"You sound more and more like your father everyday."
"Who sounds like his mother, who sounds like her mother, who sounds like
you. I am fairly sure that that is how it works, right?" She kissed his cheek,
rubbing the smear of lipstick from his face. "Okay, can we go now? I'm so
excited I'm about to burst."
* * *
The place didn't look much like she remembered it looking. If anything it
looked even more dark and sinister. "Oh, wow." Kris stepped from Anise's small
hover shuttle. Taking his arm as they both walked to the door.
The man at the door, just looked past them as they entered. Not seeing
them. Or seeing them, but the sight not registering in him.
The almost overwhelming scent of blood, pain and fear hit them both as the
door opened. Kris had to dig her nails into Anise's arm as she fought for
control. "Maybe I should have eaten before coming here." She whispered to him.
As she looked around the room. Seeing more than any mortal alive could see.
The pain, fear and despair were almost as visible as the many naked, men and
women, who walked around her.
"Not bad, a little dated, but you carry it well my dear." A soft voice from
one side. Kris looked up at a tall woman, in a dress, a lot like the one she
was wearing, but it was much looser and had no sleeves. "Hello, I am Diane. I
am the Mistress of Differently Pleasured. And I know what you both are, Aaron
will be pleased to hear that you are back in town."
'So that is how it was done'. Kris shook the woman's hand. "I haven't seen
Aaron in a while. Just as soon as Jessy comes with out pets, I am going to have
to ask you master to please come over and mark our new pets." This place had
been kept within the family for so long. She smiled it actually made a lot of
sense. When they had first learned the rules to the care and feeding of
mortals, It was highly encouraged that the pets that were best suited to their
life, were those who were already submissives, and slaves at heart.
"Would probably do him a world of good. After Maggy died, he started to
mope around a lot. It took me everything I could muster to get him to step in
and keep this club from turning into some disgrace to your pet that first opened
it."
"I couldn't believe it when I got back in just before dawn this morning and
heard your commercial on the radio. I had thought surely by now, this place
would be just a fond memory. But, it's, here in all it's delightful shameless,
decadence."
Diane smiled at her. Yes it is that. Please, Kris, is that your name?"
"Yes, and please, you don't belong to me, and Aaron and I go way back, so if
you would, just call me it."
"Thank you, I have a reputation to keep up here, and I worry about confusing
the many little ones we have here if they heard me calling you mistress.
Kris only laughed at this. "Oh, before I forget. Diane, I would like to
introduce you to my great-great grandfather, Anise. Anise, this is one of
Aaron's girl's."
Diane looked at him, with the beginnings of real fear in her eyes.
"Master." She went to her knees at once. It was one thing to be friendly with
Kris, her master knew her well, had helped Maggy tattoo many of the pets that
came from and because of her. But the other, he was older than her master was.
A, true Elder, Aaron had warned her many times of the touchiness of his kind
once they reach the age that this one was.
"Get up girl. I am not your master, Aaron is. You have no reason to fear
me. I would never take you from your master." He held out a hand to her.
She took it, coming to her feet slowly. "You are most kind, sir. So what
is it that I can offer the two of you?"
"Is it really true that you have mortals for sell here? The ban was lifted
just a couple of days ago, and already, my father has a new Childe, my brother.
And with as often as he is going to feed for a while, I was looking to collect a
few more for the house to have for when they make it here."
"Yes, it is really true. Look around. Those that are naked and without a
collar are the ones that are offering themselves to whichever master or mistress
is willing to take them. Those with the gold collar's belong to my master, and
know what is expected of them if you look at one of them." She gave Kris a
sharp look. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes and no. Yes I am hungry, but no, I will not feed from one of Aaron's
pets. So, do I just walk around, or what?"
"No, if you would please come over here with me, I will call them together
so you can have a look at what there is here tonight."
Kris was about to thank her when a wall of terror and pain hit her. "What
the fuck?" She spun as a young girl, screaming, struggled to get away from the
woman who was trying to take hold of her small and badly scared breasts.
"Please, mercy, Mistress, don't do that to me again. I'll be good, please."
The taller woman, who was dressed in a classic, but tired Dominatrix outfit.
"Got up girl. Or I am going to do far worse to you than what I have planned."
Diane moved at once to step in. "Donna, I have asked you many times, that
if you are going to abuse your slave, then do so at home. Your idea of
amusement is a little much, even for 'Differently Pleasured'."
"I am trying my best to get this stupid girl to obey, but as you can see, I
have no option but punish her severely and often."
"Please Mistress," the girl looked to Diane for mercy. "My mistress she is
going to cut me again." Her little hands covered her breasts protectively.
Kris watched on, anger rising in her blood. "What is the deal here, Diane?"
She stepped forward, allowing the woman to see her for the first time.
"Mind your own business girl. God I hate little girls that come in here
that just play at what I am."
Kris moved forward shoving the woman back. "Playing, honey you have no clue
what you are talking about, or doing, if all you can think of is to abuse your
slave like you so obviously have."
The woman rose to her feet again where Kris had pushed her to the floor.
"This slave is mine girl. Her body, her life and if I decide, her death is mine
as well."
"No." Diane moved to place herself between Kris and Donna. "Her life may
belong to you. But you know the law. You kill her, and you are forever banned
from another."
"I am not going to kill the little chit. What sport would there be in
that?"
"Please, Mistress." The girl threw, herself, at Kris's feet. "She is going
to cut me again."
"Again, she's cut you before?" Kris knelt to see what the girl was trying
to protect.
Both nipples were a mass of scar tissue. From where they had been cut off
and sewn back on several times. "Good Gods," she looked up at the woman.
"Sport, you call this sport? What rational woman would do this to another?"
Kris stroked the girl's hair as she clung to her weeping.
"Don't let her fool you, she loves it, that is what has her so upset, she is
afraid of what she is willing to do for me once I get her going. The last time
I cut her, she came three times while I was sewing them back on." The woman
sneered at the girl who clung to Kris. "Isn't that true, girl? Tell the silly
wanna be Mistress, how much you love it when I make you bleed."
The girl just sobbed even harder as she pressed herself against Kris.
"Forgive me Mistress, but I, I can't help myself. I don't mean to be like that,
but when she is right, when I get going, I can't stop."
"It's not your fault, honey." Kris looked from the girl that lay in her
arms to the woman. "You are no more fit to own another than a damn monkey. I
am not just some wanna be like you accused me of being. I am a whole hell of a
lot older than I look, and have been keeping pets for a long time. My father
and I both have, and let me tell you this. Never, do you hear me, never in all
the time that we have kept and loved them. Have either of us, pushed their
limits past what any sane person would."
She just shrugged. "What ever. Now come on girl. You have made enough of
a scene tonight." She reached for her. "By the time I finish punishing you,
you will be begging for it."
"'NO'!" The girl curled up into a ball on the floor, arms going to cover
her breasts and sex again.
A flurry of activity as Kris grabbed the frightened girl, pulling her close.
As Diane moved to grab Donna's arm. "Get out. You're no longer welcome here.
I sold you that child, and I find you to be unfit to see to her. So get out."
"You might rule this place, but she is mine. I became the sole owner of her
when I paid that ridiculous price you wanted for her."
*Childe, if you can get the poor thing to trust me long enough to allow me
to protect her while you tend to the foolish woman. I will see to it that she
has nothing to fear. * Anise's mind touched Kris's.
*Thank you Anise. * Kris lifted the girl's face to smile down into her
frightened gray eyes. 'Jessy is going to lose himself in these pretty eyes'.
She thought to herself. "What is you name dear?"
"I don't have one, Mistress. My mistress calls me girl, bitch, and chit."
"Surely you had to have had a name once." Kris projected warmth and
protective comfort.
"Vicky, Mistress." Her trembling began to ease under Kris's power.
"Vicky, that's a pretty name little one. Well Vicky, I came with a friend.
He is just behind me. He is just as much a master as I am a mistress. Will you
let him hold you? I promise that you will not be hurt." She stroked the girl's
hair as the child cried.
"My Mistress, she is going to kill me." She looked back at the angry woman.
"No, Vicky, she won't. How much did she pay for you?"
"More than you can afford." The woman snapped reaching for Vicky again.
"Don't worry your little head girl. I have no plans to kill the little chit.
Though by the time I am finished with her, she might wish I had."
Kris's laughter, was, joined by both Anise's and Diane's. "More than I can
afford? Woman do you have any clue what I am worth? I am the major stockholder
of many of the most powerful corporations in the US. I have more money in more
accounts than I can easily count. Have properties all over the States and three
in Europe and Wale's. I could buy the club and every slave in it, without
touching my true worth. Now, how much do you want for her?"
"She paid me five thousand for her Kris. But with as damaged as the girl
is, You really shouldn't have to pay her more than five hundred. It is going to
take you years to undo what that stupid woman did to the girl." Diane didn't
like this woman. Ever since she had bought Vicky, she had rapidly become more
and more abusive, and power mad. To think, she was actually willing to dance
with the danger that she was in angering not only one of her master's people,
but two. And one of them an Elder that was so very old.
"No, it isn't Vicky's fault that this bitch did to her what she did. I will
not let her be devalued." She looked up at the woman. "I will not let her fell
like she is less because of what you did to her. So I will pay you double what
you paid for her. And Donna, if I were you, I would take the money and walk out
of her with your dignity intact. If I have to push the point with you, I will
see to it that you are made out to look like the fool you really are." She
stood up, gently pulling Vicky up, and helping her to go into Anise's arms. "I
have been out of town for a long time. But you don't want to mess with me. I
have pull in some of the damnedest places. Mess with me, and by the time I am
finished with you, you will be ruined." Kris wasn't the same girl that had
started her life with Jessy so long ago. Having him as her father had helped
her to grow in ways that no one would ever imagine. She reached into her bag
and pulled out a card, handing it to Diane. "Would you kindly transfer ten
thousand from my account to hers?"
The woman looked at Kris and then at Diane. "You can't force me to sell my
slave to you."
Kris stepped close to her. "Wanna bet?" Her will came down on her. "Take
the money, and crawl back into what ever hell hole that you crawled out of
before I hurt you." Her voice was nothing but the barest of whispers. No one
could hear her other than, those she wanted to hear her. "I would teach you a
lesson that you would never forget, but I don't have time. For now, I am going
to take Vicky home and see what I can do about seeing to it that she has a
chance to heal." She waited for Diane to return her card. "Thank you Diane."
She tucked it away again, before looking up at Donna. "Now leave. I have
nothing to say to you at this moment. But you 'will' " her will came down,
hard, on the mortal. "Return night after night, until such time as I do have
time to deal with you. I warned you, when I told you that you didn't want to
mess with me, but silly bitch, you chose not to listen."
Vicky that Anise had been holding back moved to Kris as the woman who had
hurt her so much walked away, looking lost and frightened. "Mistress?"
"Idiots like that make me crazed." Kris began to growl. "What the hell did
she think she was doing? No one has the right to do to another what she did to
Vicky."
Diane nodded. "We don't get many like her, and she didn't used to be that
bad. If I had known that she was going to turn into such an abusive sadistical
bitch, I would have never allowed her to buy your new slave. Now that that is
taken care of, do you wish to see any more, or do you think the one is going to
be enough for you at this time?"
Kris cupped Vicky's face in her hand. "How are you dear? I came in to see
if I could collect a few for my family. But if I need to take you and go, I
will. She is gone, and I will never do more than just test your limits."
"I belong to you now Mistress. What does it matter what I think?"
"Because I am not that insane bitch I just bought you from. I know that
there is no sin in being a sadist. Hell, I am one. But to take one like, you,
who can't help themselves when they are pushed past a certain point and not back
away. No, I don't know if these rules still apply, but I was always taught the
two by-laws of this were safe and sane. And taking a masochist to the point
that they no longer can think is neither. That is what a safe word is for. Now
I'm going to ask you again. Do I need to take you and just go home and start
seeing to it that I can walk you through what you have been through, or are you
going to be okay for a little longer?" *Damn that fucking bitch, I am going to
see to it that sooner or later, I get around to making her pay, for a very long
time. There was no excuse for what she did to this girl. Look at the child's
nipples, it is going to take me feeding her from me more than just once to start
to make the scarring go away. *
*I do not to intrude upon you Mistress. But, if the little one is as
frightened as I think she is, I will see what I can do about seeing to it that
there are many to choose from when you return again. *
*Give her a minute, Diane. I really want to see what I can do about getting
at least one maybe two more before I head home. But you are right, if she
really is as upset as I am afraid she is. Then I will take her home. I can
always feed from Anise again, if she isn't able to tend to all my needs yet. *
Vicky looked at Kris. "You won't let her touch me again, will you
Mistress?" She reached out and took Kris's hand, pressing her cheek to it.
"Please, forgive me. But she, I couldn't help myself."
"Your new Mistress, will never let that mad woman touch you again, child.
There is no more need for you to feel fear." Anise lay a hand on Vicky's
shoulder.
Vicky kissed the hand she held. "Thank you, you are a kind mistress. I
will be fine." She moaned low as the hand that she had been holding cupped her
right breast, stroking it lightly.
"Will it frighten you, baby, if I ask Anise to sit and hold you for just a
little longer. He is like me, he would have never done to you what your old
mistress did."
Vicky looked back at Anise. "Will the master touch me Mistress?"
Kris chuckled. "Probably, but remember he is with me, when I take you to my
home, I plan on sharing you with him anyway, so it is better, don't you think,
that you get used to a man's touch now instead of later?" She looked up at the
Elder. "I shouldn't be too much longer, then we can take her, and anyone that I
choose home and start to see what we can do about teaching them what it really
means to be a slave to someone who actually knows what they are doing."
Anise gathered Vicky to him. "Take you time my dear. I am sure that she
and I will be just fine."
Kris squeezed Vicky's breast once more before turning to see to what she had
originally came here to do. Buy a few slaves. "Okay, Diane, where were we
before that crazy bitch got in the way?"
The mortal smiled at her. "I was about to warn you that this is a rather
slow night, so you might not get quite the choice of pets as you would on a
weekend. But there are some that are un-collared. If you will only follow me,
I will see to alerting them that there is a buyer in the club."
"Wonderful, so let me get a look at what is here." She followed Diane into
the actual darkened club, heading for the bar.
Kris stopped a whimper of pain from her as she set eyes on a painting that
Ryan had done for Bobby so long ago. This was one of only five painting that he
had done, that had a title. 'All In The Name Of Love'. Was across the bottom of
the painting. And the scene was so painfully familiar that it made Kris want to
weep. How many times had she watched on as Jessy had taken Bobby to the point
that he was captured forever in the painting.
"Aaron tells me that that is a portrait of the original owner of this club
and his master. I have always loved it." Diane smiled at the painting.
"I want that painting. I lost the creator of it last night. My father had
to keep his promise to Ryan and set him free when he had reached the point that
our blood couldn't keep mortality from hurting him anymore. I don't care how
much Aaron asks I will pay it. Even if I can't bear to look at it right now. I
am home, and I have to have it."
Diane nodded. "Let me call the ones that are here to offer themselves for
purchase, and then I will go and call my master." She whispered to Kris,
reaching for the button for the slave call bell.
At the sound of the bell, there was a flurry as young naked mortals hurried
to where she stood. "There you have it. As I said, this is a slow night. But
with any luck you can find more than just that poor thing you saved from Donna."
She slipped away.
Kris looked over the six that knelt there. Only two boys and one of the two
were chained to one of the girls by the rings in their nipples. "So, how many
of you are willing to offer yourself to me?" She reached down and touched one,
the boy that knelt before her. "How about you, pretty boy? Does the prospect
of having a home and a mistress and two master's interest you?" She lifted his
chin to look down into hi face. "You are very pretty, dear. What is your
name?"
The boy that she was talking to looked up into her eyes. "Jamie, if it
pleases you Mistress."
He wasn't a small boy, nothing like Ryan had been, nor was he as powerfully
built as Jake had been. But he was pleasant to look at. Dark auburn red hair,
and dark, but clear green eyes. She knew that Jessy would just love this one as
much as he would love Vicky that she had just bought. "So, Jamie, you never
answered my question. Will you be afraid if I bought you? Knowing that it is
not just I who you will answer to but two other masters as well?"
Jamie looked troubled for a moment. Did he mind the thought of her as his
mistress? No, of course not, but the thought of having to submit to a man, even,
worse two of them. But he only had a few more days before the state would come
and take him to one of the forced labor camps, where he would have to work ten
to twelve hours a day. "If you think I could please you Mistress, I will submit
to you, and any master you give me too." He would not beg. Would not cry. He
had made this decision just short of six months ago, and better to be a slave to
one or two, even three, than to be nothing but one of the slaves that worked for
the state. To be fed, housed and denied anything but the threat of rape from
his keepers. He would rather be a slave to a few than many. Even if, that,
included having to suffer for them.
"Go on over there and kneel pretty boy. Let me see what else I can find.
And don't be afraid Jamie, I am not known to abuse those in my keeping." She
stroked his hair before looking up at the others that were kneeling there,
watching her. She looked over them all, touching each mind lightly before
deciding to move on. She wanted easy to handle pets, not ones that she would
have to make a habit of punishing. It was one thing to play the games that
those like the little girl she had just saved loved. But, to have to punish
them, no. She usually left the uglier duties of maintaining discipline to her
father.
Her eyes stopped on the two, the boy and girl that were chained together.
"And what have we here?"
"Twins." Diane returned. "I spoke to Aaron, he say's that you may have it,
and he mourns your loss."
"Make sure you extend my gratitude to Aaron when you make it home tonight.
Now why are they chained together like that?"
"So that where one goes, they are hoping that so will the other. I went by
the state holding to see if there were any who would rather serve as slave to
us, than go into a labor camp. I think their stepfather had hoped that they
would be well gone by now. But as you can see, selling them as a pair isn't
easy. I have had plenty of offers for one or the other, but none that would
accept both."
"Why not? They are adorable. Look at that hair, those eyes, the girl has
such a sweet figure, and the boy, now he is what I call hung."
"Yes, but they are both virgins, and the going rate for a virgin is ten
thousand. And many can afford one, but not both. Though in this day and age,
how they got to be the age they are, looking the way they do and still remain
untouched is beyond me."
Kris looked at the two closely. *Diane, how old were you told these two
were? *
*If I am not mistaken Mistress, twenty. I go about once a week and go
through the new selection, and aim for those between the ages of eighteen and
twenty-five. *
*I have been out of the states for a long time. When I was here last, this
wasn't happening. So tell me, what are the age requirements for those that is
either slave here or in the state work camps? *
*For those that are forced in, it is twenty, but there are many who, now
that this is the way of things offer themselves. Jobs are very hard to come by
Mistress, and many of the younger ones, would rather volunteer than be bound and
dragged when they have been unable to find work for a year. Why, how old are
they? *
*Seventeen, and just barely that. I will do your master a favor seeing as
he has been so wonderful about the painting, and take them off your hands, gods
only know what would happen if their real age gets out. * She reached down to
take the boys hand, motioning him to stand, his sister following. "And what is
your name, dear?"
"Carry, Mistress. This is my sister, Tammy." He was trembling. "If it
pleases you."
"You both are very lovely. If I offered to take you home with me, like I
did Jamie, do you think that you would be able to come without fear?" She
touched the chain that linked the two together. "Mistress Diane tells me you
both are virgins, is that so?"
"Yes, Mistress. That was why my stepfather sold us. He didn't want
anything to do with me, and I wouldn't let him touch my sister." He looked
down. "So he drugged us, and sold us to the slavers before we could do anything
to stop him."
"And how was it that you came to be here?"
"Mistress Diane, she came into the holding area where we were being kept
with a lot of others, and offered us a different option."
"Who pierced you child? And who set it up that you were offered as a pair
instead of single?"
"It was my idea." The girl's voice was soft. "Dennis is my twin, had kept
my stepfather away from me. I don't want to lose him Mistress." She began to
cry softly. "Please Mistress, don't take him away from me. I will go, even if
that means I have to do anything to keep him."
"Well, I think I have done rather good for one night Diane. Two boys and"
She looked at Denise smiling, "two girl's. So what is my bill for my shopping
trip going to run me?"
"Jamie's cost if five thousand. And the twins are ten each. That comes to
twenty-five hundred. Shall I get them all cloaks, or do you plan to take them
out like they are now and exposed?"
"Could you please loan me a cloak for Vicky as well, the girl has been
through enough tonight without the added humiliation of being taken out as she
is right now."
Diane went to first get the needed cloaks before she went behind the bar
again to retrieve the key to the small pad locks that had been used to connect
the chain to the twins. Carefully taking down the painting that Ryan had done
so long ago, to bring it with the key to Kris.
Anise looked up from where he had been amusing himself with Vicky, listening
to the girl moan as his fingers rubbed between her legs, occasionally tugging of
the ring there. "So, I see you have been busy."
"Aren't they sweet looking. I never realized when I came out tonight
looking for a few for the house that I would luck into so many, trained pets.
Nor did I think it was going to cost me what it did. She was ten, Jamie here
was five and those two, the twins, were ten each. Virgin's cost more it would
appear." She held up the painting Ryan had done so long ago. "And you will
never believe what has lasted the years. I know it was probably a very popular
painting here, but I had to have it back. Anything of Ryan's I can get back, I
will buy or steal."
"Your father used to tell me about that painting. He will be happy to see
it again."
"Well, I'm done here, unless you want to look at the others that are still
here, I am ready to go home."
"Well then my dear, let's go." He eased Vicky off his lap. Taking the
cloak Kris offered to wrap around her. "You do know that even though this sweet
one that you saved is no virgin to women, she has never been with a man. Jessy
is going to have so much fun with her, I do think I am more than just a little
envious."
"So, Melody will have a close friend when she finally makes it in with the
others. I am happy for her. Now if we can only come up with three more, I will
have seen to it that none of those in my house, when they are not with Jessy,
Nick or I sleep alone."
