Children Of the Night
By: Veronica Leigh Marquette
CHAPTER 7
It had been ten days since Alex had disappeared. Bobby hadn't heard a word
from him. The police were as much help trying to locate his husband as they had
been looking for Kris. Which was to say none at all. It didn't help his fear's
any to know that Mitch had turned up missing as well. No he didn't think that
the two of them had taken off together. He knew Alex too well for that, and
besides, as cute as Mitch was, he was still just a little straight boy. No he
didn't think the two of them disappeared together to run off for a couple of
days to hide away in some motel room and fuck, though it would hurt a whole lot
less, if they had. At least that way, he would know that Alex was alive.
He believed in his soul that yes they had disappeared together, but not for
any purely adulterous reason. He believed that who ever took Kris, was coming
back to get who ever was closest connected to her, and when who ever it was,
when they took Mitch, Alex had just been there, and was taken too to keep him
silent. But why, if what he believed was true, and Kris was already dead, would
anyone come back for Mitch? The questions kept running around in his head, over
and over again. Questions that he had no answers for.
He continued to open the diner, though his heart wasn't in it. He'd go to
work, then come home and sit in the dark of their bedroom and cry
* * *
"Please, Master, I have to call Bobby. I won't tell him anything, but he
has to know that I'm still alive. He's already mourning mistress, don't let him
think that I am dead too."
Alex had woken the night before, clear headed and fully aware of what was
going on around him. And had been at both Jessy and Kris, almost non-stop, ever
since. He had to make them understand, yes he loved them, no he didn't ever
want to leave, but Bobby didn't deserve to live the rest of his life, always
wondering what happened to him. His parents the same.
"But, Precious, it will break his heart. You will have to tell him you left
him. Isn't it just better if he never knows the truth?" Jessy had tried
without much success to get the boy to let it go.
"Better he think I left him, than I am dead." Alex was frantic. "Please,
Mistress, please, he thinks you're dead already. Then Mitch and I, we just
vanished. Please, try to understand, I have to call him."
"Mistress?" Mitch touched her hand. "Krissy, he's right, Bobby was willing
to put a mortgagee on the diner to come up with the extra reward money for
anyone who knew anything about your whereabouts."
Kris just nodded. "You both are right, Jessy, he has to call. So many
people are hurt because of me already. If Bobby knows that Alex is alive and
safe, he can get over the fact that Alex is leaving him." She reached out to
take his hand. "He's ours, Jess, he wears our collar. What could it hurt, if
we let him tell Bobby that he isn't his anymore."
Jessy wanted to argue that it would hurt Alex, but he knew his boy was
hurting already. At least now he could help Kris to get him over the pain of
having to finally tell his lover that he had left him. "Okay, but be very
careful what you tell him. He's not to think you went anywhere against your
will. You have to make him believe that it was your choice." He knew how
dangerous the phone call was, Alex wasn't lost anymore, and he controlled his
own mind again. He could say anything, or start to, and having to silence him
before he could say where he was, would do nothing but cause trouble. He had
only lived in this house for the past year, wanted to stay here for many more
years to come, but if the call went wrong, he would have to take all that he
held dear and run.
"Blame it on me Precious, you're here because of me, tell him that it was
just all too much for you, Bobby knows how sensitive you are, he'll believe
that. Tell him that you just couldn't live with the constant question over your
head. That you needed a man that could devote his time to you, and not to the
memory of a dead girl."
Jessy shook his head. "No, that won't do cousin. If our boy here wants to
make a clean break, he's going to have to get this guy to hate him. I know if
one of mine had high tailed it out of where ever I was living, and call later,
if he or she, was only blaming their flight on the fact that they couldn't deal
with all the emotions that were around me at that time. I'd still think that
sooner or later, when everything calmed down, that they would come back to me.
But if they, told, me that they were finished with me. That I didn't give them
something that they needed. That they thought me a failure at what I did. Then
I not only could let them go I would hate the very ground they walked on. I
know it's ugly, but if he wants to let his mortal lover know that he is well,
and doesn't want anything more to do with him, that is how he is going to have
to do it." He didn't know this man, but he had in the last ten days come to
respect him, mortal or no, for what he meant to so many in his home. "That is
what I meant, Precious, when I told you this would break his heart."
Alex nodded. "I understand Master, thank you." Yes, he would have to make
Bobby hate him. But better he hated him, and just went on with his life, than
the endless uncertainty.
"I guess I never knew how lucky I was when Janis insisted that my number be
unlisted." He took the cordless and handed it to Alex. "Do you have any idea
where he is?"
"Yes, Master, he is probably at home, we always stayed home on Sundays, the
diner was closed, and I didn't work the weekends. So we always stayed home on
Sundays." He wouldn't cry, not now, later, after he made the one man, other
than his master, he really loved, hate him, he would cry, but not now.
The answering machine picked up, Alex listened to the silly message that he
and Bobby had made for it. "Bobby, if you're there, and just screening the
phone, this is Alex, I need to talk to you, please pick up." There was a moment
of silence, then "Hi Bobby," he closed his eyes at the sound of the worry in the
man's voice. "Yeah, I know, I should have called sooner, but I, I couldn't."
Again he listened to words of forgiveness, of understanding, "Bobby, I need to
tell you something." He made an exasperated sound, as again Bobby was talking.
"Look, I don't love you. I haven't loved you in I don't know how long, and now,
I just can't deal with the fact that you are too busy worrying about everyone
else, but me. I tired, but you never got the hint. I need a man, a real man.
One that isn't worried if, I, scream too much. Doesn't care if he hurts me just
a little. I didn't want to do this, but my master, says that it is only right
that I tell you that he now owns me, fully and completely. It's his collar I
wear, he didn't want you to think I just fell off the face of the earth. But to
be honest, Robert, I don't think you would care if I did. You are always just
too busy with other things. So now you can deal with all those things that were
so much more important to you than I was." He looked as if he was in agony.
"No, damnit, I don't know where Mitch is, as far as I know he's off somewhere
laughing at you. I don't know. I left my car where you could find it, it's
yours anyway, the rest of my stuff the same. I just want to forget you." He
held out the phone, as Bobby began to yell at him. "Please, Master, I can't do
this." He looked so lost, so hurt, begging with his eyes as he held out the
phone to Jessy.
Jessy growled as he took the phone. Listening at the man rant. "Look, I
had my boy call you, I thought you should know he was alive. I don't know what
you did to him, or should I say 'didn't' do for him, but he's mine now. I'll
have him mail your collar back to you. He doesn't need it anymore." And he
hung up the phone, feeling like a monster, as Alex just fell into Kris's arms
crying. "I'm sorry, Precious, you have no idea how sorry I am."
* * *
Bobby hung up the phone. He was numb. Alex had left him, he had been so
wrong. No one had taken Alex from him. The little lying tramp had waited until
the worst possible moment to walk out on him. Some other guy had him now, and
Bobby felt sorry for who ever it was. Alex could get under your skin, convince
you that he loved you, and then. He reached for the kitchen cabinet where he
kept the whiskey, poured his a healthy glass, and just walked into the living
room, to sit and drink. Alex had left him, didn't love him, his whole entire
world had just crashed and burned.
* * *
Jessy tried to get Alex to talk to him, but the mortal was inconsolable. He
should have never let him make that phone call. He had known it was a bad idea
from the start, but he let not only Alex but also Kris and Mitch, as well, talk
him into it. *So cousin, any bright ideas what to do with him now? *
*Don't take that tone with me. Do you think I like seeing him like this,
anymore than you do? * She made soothing noises while she rocked him. Jessy
didn't know Alex, like she did, he didn't understand why, painful or not, he had
to contact Bobby. Had to let him know that he was still alive.
*No love, I didn't mean it that way, I really meant, what are we going to do
with him now? *
*I don't know. I've never owned anyone before, much less dealt with a
heartbroken slave. *
*Should I take his will again, get him past this that way? *
*I don't know, Jess, probably. He was happier when he didn't have to deal
with all of this. Maybe this time, you can get him to the point that when he
finds his way back again, it won't do to him, what it is doing to him now. Just
please, try to be as gentle with him as you can be. Your mother might be a
bitch, but she knew how to take will without the whole identity going too. *
*I can't make any promises that he won't be lost for a while, you know I
can't. Believe it or not, if Marcus had been able protect yours, he would have.
And he was a good almost two hundred and fifty years older than, I am. * Jessy
knelt infront of Kris, who was holding Alex as he fell apart. "Alex?" He
reached out and lifted the boy's head, so he could catch his eyes. "I'm sorry,
Precious. I didn't know what talking to him was going to do to you."
"I made him hate me Master. He knows I'm alive, but now, he hates me."
"I know, let me let you hide from all of this for a while. I promise when
you wake back up, I'll have seen to it that it won't hurt you like it is now."
"No, please, Master, I'll stop. Don't take my mind from me again. I'll
stop, I promise."
"Precious, I can't leave you like this. You can't just stop what you feel.
I won't let anyone hurt you while you are lost again. I didn't the first time,
and I won't now."
"Please," Alex couldn't pull away, Jessy's bright green eyes seemed to
swallow him whole. "Please, Master."
*I have to, Precious, just go back to sleep for just a time. Let your mind,
sleep for just a little while. I'll protect your heart and soul. But your
mind, it has to rest for now, I promise, Precious, it will be only just a little
while. *
The horrified pain in Alex's eyes as he grasped that 'yes', his master was
taking his will again before the spark of awareness, died, almost drove Jessy to
tears.
"Master?" Alex's soft voice was full of confusion as he looked into Jessy's
face and saw the pain there.
Jessy pulled him close, "ssshh, Precious, it's going to be okay now."
"Master, what's wrong?" A timid query, "has this one, has he been bad?"
Before Jessy had a chance to assure Alex, that no, he had done nothing
wrong, Jake's bitter laugh cut through the room. "Wonderful, now he's as stupid
as he looks." He snorted. "Bad enough that thanks to him, we all get stuck,
wearing these," he pulled at the collar around his throat. "But now, we're
going to have spend the next week walking around him on eggs shells so we don't
upset the poor thing."
Jessy looked up at him. "Get out of here. I don't have time to deal with
you right now, but shut up and get out of here. Precious isn't the one that put
that collar around your throat, I am. So if you want to make any snide
comments, save them for me." He gently lifted Alex, and passed him to Randy and
Patty, who took him, making the same soothing noises as the master had been
making.
"You're going to have to do something about Jake, and soon." Kris snarled
as she watched the man storm from the room. "He's already, since I moved in
here, been nasty with me, you, and I won't even go into how he has been treating
not only Mitch and Alex, but Sally and Danny as well. I think the only reason
he hasn't gotten in Tracy's face so far, is the fact that Patty and Randy both
would kill him. But if he doesn't cool his jets, I'm going to be the one that
does him in."
Jessy looked up at her. "He's been being ugly to who?" Jake had always
been his problem child, but he had always counted on his fear of Randy, and what
his boy could do to him, to keep him in line, but now.
"Don't worry about it Master, I was going to law school, one of the first
requirements was I had to develop a very thick skin." Mitch, who sat on the
couch, with Danny curled up next to him commented. "I think Alex and I,
threaten him, how I don't know, but we do."
"How long has this been going on? Why didn't any of you tell me he was
getting out of line again?"
"Since about the third night that Alex and Mitch have been here, the night
you collared us all." Randy just stroked Alex's hair as he and Patty held him.
"As for why no one said anything, he didn't touch them, if he had, I'd have been
the first one to bring it to your attention the moment you and mistress got up,
and that would be after I beat him to a bloody pulp. He's only making ugly
comments so far. And Alex made me promise, made us all promise, not to bother
you or mistress with them." He tried to reassure the man. "You don't pry, and
as long as it wasn't too bad, we all agreed that we could deal with it."
"He was nasty to them, while they were still lost?" Jessy couldn't believe
what he was hearing. "And you didn't tell me?"
"With as lost as they were, Master, I didn't dare. You were trying so very
hard to get them both to trust you. And I knew how you would react if I did.
Danny knew it too, so we all talked, and came to the decision that unless Jake
got physical with any of them, it would just be better to deal with him
ourselves. You trashing him, wouldn't have done anything to further your goal
at seeing to it that when they finally woke up, they were okay with living
here." He looked down, not sure if the decision that they all had made, was a
good one anymore. "I'm sorry Master, I just didn't want you to throw away all
that you and mistress were doing to see to it that it all worked out."
"Danny had commented to me once, that he was a little worried about what
Jake was saying to him and Mitch, but I figured that it was only words, and as
long as we were able to undo their damage, it wasn't worth worrying about. But
it's getting to the point that I am tired of having to fix what he breaks."
Jessy growled. "None of you had the right to decide for yourselves, what to
tell us and not tell us. Kris you either. Jake is my problem, you should have
brought this to me the moment you heard anything about the way he was behaving.
Danny, Little One, I can't believe you, of all of the ones that I have here,
decided to hide this from me."
The boy looked down at his hands. He had known that his master wouldn't be
happy if he found out what was going on, but he didn't think that his master
would do anything more than just fuss at him, but now, watching Jessy, he
realized, his master was really mad at him. "I'm sorry Master, I agreed with
Randy, if you found out how Jake was behaving to them, you might do something
that would hurt Jake. I was told that you had warned, him, last time he hit
Sally, that if he ever got violent with any of us, ever again, you would. And
while they were lost, words hurt as much as fists, you would have hurt Jake, and
that would have hurt Alex and Mitch."
Jessy knew berating them was a waste of time. They had meant well. "I know
you all had the best intentions, when you decided this, but kids, you have to
remember the old saying, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Yes, I
might have hurt Jake, I don't know, I wasn't given the chance to make that
decision. But if you had come to me, told me what was going on, pointed out
that with Mitch and Alex lost as they had been at the time, anything I did to
correct the problem probably wouldn't have been violent. I think I could have
come up with a way to settle Jake, without taking a piece of his hide. But now,
he thinks he can talk to any of you pretty much any way he wants to, doesn't
care that without your will, you are completely defenseless, and that just can't
go on. The last time Precious's mind was put to sleep, my mother had done it.
So he wasn't quite as far-gone as he is right now. Butch either, but now, damn
him." He got up and left the room, heading in the same direction Jake had gone.
"The master, he is mad." Alex whispered to Randy and Patty. "Is he mad at
this one?"
"No, Precious, he's mad at us, you didn't do anything wrong. Just lay back
and don't worry about it. Jessy might be mad, but he won't hurt any of you. I
won't let him." Kris got up, following the direction Jessy had just headed out
for. She had no idea what he was going to do now, but if it was going to be
ugly, best she go and see if she could keep him from really losing his temper.
Yes, Jake was a pain in the ass, and if there ever was someone more in need of
getting his ass stomped into the ground, she had yet to meet him. But the rest,
were right, if Jessy lost him temper now, and did to him what he should, then
Alex would suffer for it.
* * *
Jake looked up, alarmed as Jessy stormed into the kitchen. "Master?" He
had never seen his master so mad. Not even when he had pinned him to a wall the
last time he had lost his temper.
"Damn you," he struck the boy, knocking him back halfway across the room.
"How stupid are you, Jake?" He reached down, and grabbed the boy as he was
trying to back pedal away from him. "I thought I made myself real clear last
time you gave me problems. But no," he slammed him into the wall, hitting him
again. "What is it going to take to get through to you Jake? No one hurts one
of those I love, I don't care who they are."
"No, please," he was going to kill him, Jake saw it in his eyes, the cold,
unforgiving fury. That fury frightened him even more than the lack of humanity
in Jessy's face. He was going to kill him, he had pushed his luck just one time
too many, and now he was going to die. "Please, Master, if you're gonna to kill
me, please do it, quick." He wouldn't beg, wouldn't humiliate himself like the
others for this man. He knew eventually, sooner or later, that this would be
his death, but he always figured that if Randy didn't beat him to death for his
mouth, his master would turn him over to Janis, and she would see he died.
"Jessy, don't." Kris stood in the doorway. "Please, not now, not like
this. Why do you think the others didn't want you to know what he had been up
to. They knew you would react like this."
"He can't be allowed to keep hurting people." Jessy didn't want to listen
to her, he wanted to pound the mortal boy's head into the wall until something
either broke, or he could get his point across.
"No, you're right, he can't, but trashing him, that won't prove your point.
All that will do is end up making Alex afraid of you. You've worked too long,
pushed, too hard to get them to trust not only you, but me too, and that was
after I almost killed Danny. Don't throw all that away, not because of him."
She slowly reached out, to pry his fingers from around Jake's throat. "You
don't kill, remember that, 'you don't kill'."
Jake fell to the floor as Jessy let him go. He wouldn't kill him. He
didn't know if that was a good thing or not, but good or no, he wouldn't kill
him. "Thank you, Mistress." He whispered, rubbing his neck just below the
collar he wore.
"Shut up Jake, I'm not doing this for you." She put herself between the two
men. "As far as I'm concerned, Jessy should have trashed you the first time he
caught you hitting not only a girl, but someone that had no chance against you.
But he didn't, and now, he doesn't dare." She turned her back on him, giving
all her attention to the man that had been so helpful to her so far. Who had
done all he could to see that she began to try living again. "Please, Jess, he
needs to be taught a lesson, yeah, but not like this."
He nodded. "Okay, Kris, I won't hurt him, anymore. But I have to do
something. He hurt not only my boy but yours as well and they had still been
lost when he did it. If I don't get through to him now, there is no telling
what he's going to do next."
"If it were almost anyone else, I'd say you probably had made your point,
but Jake, I don't know, Sally and Tracy have been telling me what kind of an
asshole he can be. So I just don't know." Then she stopped, a slow, evil,
smile playing over her lips.
Jessy looked at her, he felt his gut knot at that smile, "What?"
"How long can you take his will?"
Jessy just chuckled, "girl, that is mean, deserved, but mean.
"How long?"
"Permanently, I have to go out of my way to be extra careful not to destroy
any chance for them to wake up. As long as you think would be needed. So,
what, my evil little cousin, do you think we should do with him?"
"Evil, you calling me evil?" She hit him. "I'm not the one that was about
to use his guts for guitar strings."
"I wasn't going to kill him Kris, beat the shit out of him, let he see what
it felt like when someone bigger, stronger, and meaner than he was, decided to
make his life hell, but I wasn't going to kill him. You were right when you
said; I don't kill. I haven't killed in close to a hundred years. I have long
since lost the taste for it."
"If it wasn't for Alex, I'd say knock yourself out. But the reason they
didn't tell you was because, if you did that, it would hurt Alex. He's already,
had, to have his mind put to sleep because he feels like he's hurt someone. If
he saw Jake, after you finished with him, he would think that was all his fault
too."
Jake didn't move, could barely breath. They were going to take his mind,
make him as mindless as Alex was, and then. "Please, I'm sorry, I swear, I
won't ever do it again, just, don't."
"So, baby, what do you think I should do to see that this sort of thing
never happens again?" He grabbed Jake, pulling him up to hang in his hands
again.
"Don't destroy his mind, you want him to find his way back, eventually, but
this time when he does, you want him to fully appreciate the fact that he has a
mind left. We were so careful not to hurt either Mitch or Alex while their
minds were sleeping, but this time, we won't have to worry or care. I don't
like men who hit women, like them even less when they get they jollies by
picking on what, for all intents and purposes is the mentally handicapped. So,
if you do to him, what you did to Danny, and Alex. And then don't go out of
your way to make sure that he is protected, cared for, and loved while his mind
is lost, by the time you let him find his way back again, he should have a
better understanding of what he did. Then if he does it again, you won't have
to kill him, because I will."
"Before I do that, I want him to know, I don't claim him anymore, he is not
one of mine. And if he does die, while lost, I won't care." He turned, pulling
Jake with him. "Hold him for me for a second, Kris." He waited only long
enough to make sure she had her hands on Jake, before reaching up, and grabbing
the collar at his throat in both hands, and ripping it from him. "Complain that
I now made you wear a collar, well you won't anymore. Didn't like the fact that
I was willing to lay claim to you, use it as a physical symbol that I loved you
and would care for you, so be it. I don't love you, and I won't care for you,
and before I take you back, you will know what it feels like to be truly alone.
By the time I get ready to call you back, put my collar on you again, you will
want it, beg for it, and will never do anything to risk losing it again."
"No, please no," Jake struggled in Kris's grip. "I'm sorry, please, I'm
sorry." He cried as Jessy grabbed his face between his hands and forced him to
look at him. He closed his eyes, wouldn't let them do this to him. He would
rather die than be like that.
He screamed as he felt Jessy's fingers pry his eyes open. But the scream
was short lived as suddenly everything stopped. It was like someone had flicked
a switch in his mind, and turned him off.
Jessy let him go stepping back as Jake hit the floor, huddling there,
whimpering.
"You finished with him?" Kris looked down at the wretched thing that was
curled up on the floor before her.
"Yeah, baby girl, I am. He will be like that until I go to wake his mind
again, and then it will be a good two or three weeks before he finally finds his
way back. I wasn't as gentle with him as I had been with Little One or
Precious."
She nodded stepping away from the man on the floor. "No, I don't guess you
would be. Don't let how he looks now get to you Jess, he has been asking for
this for if what I've been told about him is true, a long time. Will do him
good to learn what it feels like to be the helpless one for a change."
"Oh, I don't feel bad for him, a little sick of him, but not bad for what I
did to him. You're right, he has been asking for this for a real long time.
Should have taken care of his problem the first time I caught him beating Sally
up, but I didn't want to look like the bad guy. So I just warned him, and
warned him, and warned him. It's my fault the he was in as bad a shape as he
had been. If I had put a stop to it years ago, he wouldn't have decided that he
could do what he did."
"Well, finish up with him, I'm hungry and I would just as soon know that
when I went back and decided to give into my hunger, and all that comes with it,
we didn't have to worry about him anymore."
Jessy nodded. "Get up." The tone he used with Jake, he had never used on
anyone in his house before. But then again, he never had to. It looked like,
want too or not, he would have to change a lot of the ways he was going to be
with them from here on out. Not only in his willingness to give both Randy and
Alex what they needed, but also in how he dealt with those that had broken the
rules of his home.
He waited until Jake got to his feet. "Okay, you listen to me. You are
nothing, you threw away any chance you had for being anything, so now, you are
nothing. I would call you dog, but your mistress has a bad habit of being a
bitch at times, and I really think my comparing you to her would only piss her
off. You are nothing not even a slave anymore, I'd just throw you out with the
rest of the trash, but when I saved your life I became responsible for you. And
I don't know what would happen if you had to live without me." And he didn't.
So far, he hadn't heard what happens to mortals that had drunk vampire blood,
who had to try to live without it. And as ticked as he was at Jake, he didn't
want to find out, in case it was ugly. He would punish him for a while, for
what he had done, then forgive him and take him back. Because if trying to live
without his blood was not possible, and Jake died, then it would be as if he had
killed him.
"Yes, Master," Jake's voice was soft, he didn't dare speak above a whisper,
his master, he had told him he was nothing, and nothing could become trash very
easily.
"I won't touch you again, or at least no more than I have too, to see to it
that you don't run the risk of dying. But trust me, you will be fucked and
fucked often. And that is all you will be. Fucked, no one would dream of
making love to something as worthless as you. And each time you get fucked, it
will be the first time, it will hurt like the first time," he stopped. "No, it
will hurt worse than you could ever imagine anything ever hurting like. It
doesn't matter who touches you, it will hurt, even if one of the girls here
decide that they are going to take pity on you, it will hurt."
"Yes, Master," he began to cry. He was nothing, and nothing he would stay,
and now, he could imagine a lot of pain, so what was worse, "Will my master see
to it that this nothing, will you make it scream a lot? Please, Master, nothing
is sorry, please don't do this to nothing."
"He's got a point Jess, if you send him out like he is right now, and it
hurt like you said it would. He's going to upset a lot of people when he
cries." Kris almost felt sorry for him, almost, but not quite. After what she
had lived through, the hell that was her past, she figured, anything short of
death was only Jake's just rewards. But even though he was only getting what he
deserved, the others they had here, they would end up upset and tore up over
Jake's new life. And that was something she didn't want to happen. That was
why she had stepped in to stop Jessy from trashing him to begin with.
Jessy shook his head. "No, no one is going to get upset, Nothing won't
scream, in fact Nothing will beg for it, every time, no matter how much it hurts
Nothing, Nothing will want it." He had no idea how much of what he was saying
to Jake would be remembered ten minutes from now, but he was going to begin his
punishment. "Nothing wears no clothes, Nothing, always wants to be fucked, will
keep his worthless piece hard. I can't believe I let, Nothing, ever touch me,
well no matter, Nothing never will again."
"Jessy, you can't ask him to keep it up forever, he's gotta cum eventually."
Kris tried to reason with him. Yes she wanted to see this jerk pay, but she was
beginning to worry that Jessy was taking it too far.
"Oh he will baby girl, and every time he does, it will hurt just as much as
when one of our bunch fucks him. All he will know is pain for a long time, and
he wants to feel pain, don't you, Nothing?"
"Damn, Jessy," Kris just laughed as Jake nodded vigorously as he began to
strip. "Now your boys they will be upset with you because that Nothing as you
call him, is going to get what they aren't."
"I won't ever do to either of them what I'm doing to this thing. They might
like pain, but I just don't think they would like the pain that, Nothing, is
going to want from here on. Besides, I would never do to anyone I love what I
am doing to him."
*Lover, lighten up just a little on him, you keep this up, and he's going to
end up killing himself because he will think that is the only way to earn your
forgiveness. And I thought we were trying to keep from killing him here. *
He nodded watching as Jake, in total misery began to masturbate. "It's okay
baby, Nothing, knows eventually, he will be forgiven, don't you?" Kris was
right, he didn't realize when he started this that he was as angry at Jake as he
was. But he had to tone it down just a little, or he would do just what she had
warned him of. And he didn't want Jake to die, angry as he was at the fool, he
didn't want him to die.
"Why Master, why would you ever forgive, Nothing, Nothing, doesn't deserve
your forgiveness."
"Awe, come on Jess, throw him a bone." She didn't realize how pathetic he
would be like this.
"Nothing, doesn't deserve forgiveness now, that is true, but he will earn
it. That is one of the many plusses that living forever gives me, I will in
time forgive, Nothing."
* * *
The room was silent as they returned, Jake following behind Jessy, still
working on his erection. No one said a word, but the question was very heavy in
the air as they took in Jake's nakedness and lack of collar. "Now, Kris, go on,
I know you have to be starving. Thanks for helping, with our little problem."
He nodded to Danny and Mitch. Moving to where Randy and Patty still sat,
holding Alex. "Don't worry about Jake anymore, he, is, Nothing and is going to
be Nothing for quite some time." He sat by Patty, and pulled her into his lap.
"Everything okay Girl?"
She nodded smiling. "Pet and Precious have calmed down a lot. There for a
while I was beginning to worry, but everything seems to have mellowed out." She
took his bloody wrist and brought it to her mouth. It had been several days
since last her master had shared his blood with her, but now, if only he would
share his love with her as well, she would be truly happy.
"What happened to Jake?" Danny pressed Kris back against Mitch.
"Jessy is punishing him for all that he's been doing for the last several
years, and not just for what he did to Mitch and Alex, but to you, and Sally as
well. It's going to be a while before he lets him find himself again. But
don't you, dare, feel sorry for him. He deserves this. The only reason your
master didn't beat the shit out of him, was it would upset too many of you here,
and the odds of him finally getting a clue from one beating, is very slim. So
he'll be like he is right now for a while, so don't worry about him, have fun at
his expense just, don't, kill him." She tilted Danny's head to one side,
pushing his collar down so she could feed from him. Crisis over, she was in the
mood for some serious TLC.
