6 comments/ 11940 views/ 12 favorites Mortal Kombat: The Sorcerer's Slave By: Mackenzie Taylor Oh, you all know I love the bad boys. Quan Chi is my favorite. Please vote. If you find any errors point them out. Praise is nice. Advice is welcome. If you're going to criticize please do so kindly as I am a sensitive person. (Don't laugh it's true!) mac 000 "Don't you think this one'll do nicely Holmes," Snake asked Pedro, his fellow gang member. They watched the pretty black haired girl turn down their alley. She had on a pair of headphones and was seemingly oblivious to everything around her. This was the same thing she did every night. Thankfully she's fairly predictable, Snake thought to himself. Pedro had a major hard on for the girl and Snake couldn't blame him, she was beautiful in a strange kind of way. Every time he saw her he would imagine her looking up at him with those big black eyes and his dick would just spring to attention. He wanted to fuck her more than he'd ever wanted another woman. It wouldn't happen though. Snake was beyond practical and the little black haired Puta was bad for business. His business. Not many realized it but Snake was kind of like the power behind the throne. Pedro may have been the gang's leader but Snake was the money man and the go to guy in the gang. He was also making money hand over fist and he wanted to keep it that way. The problem was that normally the inhabitants of the Gulfton Getto tended to keep their heads down and out of the gangs way, but not this one. She'd managed to charm several of their fellow gang members into actually trying to go strait. She'd also confronted several of the others when they were trying to peddle their wares, making them back off somehow. The people in the neighborhood had started to take notice of this and started to follow suit. If this tiny little Chica could stand up to Pedro and his cohorts then so could they. Jose, one of their Homies, had come in off the street the other day telling them all some wild story about how he'd been selling some meth on a stoop and some crazy old Mexican woman had come running out the house swinging a broom and screeching at him like he was the devil himself. She'd looked like she wasn't even strong enough to hold up a broom let alone chase him, but she had. In fact after he'd taken off, she'd actually chased him halfway down the block before she'd left off and went back to her house. When he was asked why he didn't just stop her he blushed and mumbled something about her looking a lot like his sainted Abuelita.Most of them crossed themselves. Not because Jose's grandma had been a saint but because she'd been a witch. Everyone in the neighborhood had been terrified of her putting the evil eye on them. Snake had heard of Jose's grandma putting the eye on one of her neighbors because he'd let his dog water her roses. Apparently all of the guys brown hair had fallen out and when it had grown back it was a strange orange color that wouldn't hold any kind of dye. Not a good look on a Mexican. Snake shook his head at his wondering thoughts. He was more than happy to steer Pedro in the direction of the black haired girl. He needed to get her out of his hair. "I've wanted a crack at this one for a while." Pedro agreed. "Remember the money, man." Snake told him as Pedro stepped off the stoop. "Hey Chica!" Pedro said drawing the girl's big black eyes to him. She sighed as she pulled the headphones out of her ears and stuffed them in her purse. "Yes?" Mac asked stopping. She really didn't want to do this tonight. She'd just gotten off of a double shift at work and her feet felt like they were in the process of sawing themselves off just to escape her. "We see you every night Mamacita and we don't even know your name." Pedro said. "You never asked." Mac said calmly. She never took those endless black eyes off of him. He almost felt like he was falling into her gaze. He was also starting to wonder why she didn't go for the mace that he knew every woman alone would carry in their purse. Mac didn't carry mace though. She didn't need too. She was beyond proficient in the Korean martial art of Hapkido. And of course she wouldn't have a problem using it on these pathetic gangbangers that always seemed to haunt the neighborhood. They were a menace, these men, hooting at women and trying to peddle their drugs to kids. "Well?" Pedro asked. "Well what?" She asked casually. "Your name Chica, what is it?" Pedro wanted to be angry but he just couldn't. Not with those big black eyes on him. "Mackenzie." She said with a small smile. She concentrated all of her energy on the one talking to her. She knew his name was Pedro and he was the leader of this so called gang. If she were going to get out of this encounter unscathed then she was probably going to have to go through him. It was difficult though. There was something wrong inside of his head and her magic just never seemed to work well on people that either had a lot of mental problems or very strong minds. "You got long pretty hair Chica." Predo said and put out a hand to run over one of her thick braids. "I've been growing it for a long time." Mac focused harder her eyes becoming like shining black obsidian. Pedro could almost see a perfect reflection of himself. "How come you aint got no man to protect you Chica?" "My dad's dead and my brother's in the Ham right now." "Oh, that's too bad." He licked his lips, his cock hardening. "I could protect you, you know." "I'm sure you could." She ignored his hard on and focused all of her energy. "You're top dog in this neighborhood." "Yeah top dog." He was practically preening. "Pedro!" Snake warned. "Money! Damn! Mac thought as she felt Pedro's mind snap back from hers. "I don't have any money." She said calmly. "Nobody in this neighborhood does." Snake sneered. "It's not the money we get from you Chica. It's the money we get for you." Well that doesn't sound good, Mac thought. Pedro reached for her and she grabbed his wrist and she tried to slam her fist into his throat but he moved and it was a glancing blow. Next a kick to his balls and he was down on the ground writhing. Then she heard the distinct ratchet of a gun being cocked. She'd counted on snake attacking her too; she just hadn't counted on him pulling a gun. Pedro kicked her legs out from her all of sudden and she fell backward cracking her head on the pavement and the last thing she remembered was Pedro's leering face as he started unbuckling his belt. "No Esse." Snake stepped in front of her. "We need her unbroken. Think of the money Pedro." Of course Snake was right and Pedro decided to see reason. The money they would get for the Puta was just too good. 000 "Where am I?" Mac asked sitting up. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Mac looked over at the speaker, sitting practically on top of her. She was a beautiful blond. Tall and stacked, she was dressed to the nines in a black micro dress. The consummate professional Houston business women. There was also two other women, Mexican by the look of them, huddled in a corner, holding on to each other. Their faces were tear streaked and they looked miserable. "Try me." Mac said as she rotated her neck, hopping it would pop and alleviate some of the pain in her aching head. "They just off loaded us from some kind of a cargo plane." "Cargo plane?" Mac frowned. "Off loaded us where?" "I don't speak Chinese but I'm pretty sure I heard someone mention Hong Kong." She took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. This just wasn't her week. Fired, dumped by her asshole boyfriend, and now kidnapped for who knew what nefarious purposes. "Jesus." Mac tried to focus her mind. "Did we stop anywhere or was it a strait flight?" "It was a strait flight." The blonde said with a shake of her head. "No stops. No pee breaks." "I would have to have been out for at least eighteen hours!" Mac shook her head violently then groaned and covered her mouth with her hand. She wanted to throw up. She did some deep breathing but still retched a few times. Thankfully she hadn't eaten at work and didn't have anything in her stomach. She laid down and put her cheek and bare arms to the cool metal of what had to be a seven by ten cage. She let the cold seep into her body. She got the occasional migraines and had figured out a long time ago that if your body was shivering from cold then it would be too busy to throw up. She finally let herself fall back to sleep. She was definitely going to need her energy for later. Especially if she was going to get herself out of this situation. 000 Mac woke again when someone lightly slapped her and then yanked her up to stand. She looked around and realized that she was in a room full of women. Some of them disheveled like her and some dressed like harem girls. "Put this on." A man with several knifes strapped to his body said, shoving an outfit at her. She was still pretty out of it but she wasn't going to stand for any more bad treatment. Enough was enough. "No." She told him, tossing the clothes on the floor. Every woman in the room stopped to stare. "I said put them-"The guard didn't finish his sentence because all of a sudden Mac shoved the edge of her palm into his nose, breaking it. Blood started spurting everywhere. At the man's agonized shout five other guards came running into the room and everything turned into complete pandemonium. The women in the room were either running around like chickens with their heads cut off or diving for cover behind anything that they thought could protect them. All five of the guards headed her way, instantly knowing from the downed man at her feet that she was the trouble maker. She started fighting like a wild cat, using every dirty trick she knew, and managed to take down four of them. Only because she realized that they were trying to subdue her instead of just plain hurting her though. Don't want to damage the merchandise, Mac thought to herself as one of the men on the floor managed to get a good grip on her left wrist. She brought her right elbow up to slam down on the back of his head when the guard who's nose she broke grabbed her by the hair and slammed the butt of one of his knifes into the back of her head in the same spot that she'd cracked it on the pavement before. She pitched forward and the last thing she remembered was being on the ground and a heavy boot slamming into her ribs then nothing. 000 "You don't see anything you want, Sir?" The slave master asked trying valiantly to hide his annoyance. "No. I-" Quan Chi stopped talking and cocked his head, looking toward the back of the room. He curiously moved toward a large cage situated there. "She put up a fuss," the slave master said as he followed Quan Chi to the cage. He sighed, as he looked down at the girl. If she'd just been good he could have made a large profit off of her. "One of my men ended up hitting her over the head. She's been out for close to two days." Quan Chi reached through the bars and turned the girls head towards him. He moved her jet black hair out her face, opened one of her eyelids, and looked at her dark black eye. Then he reached down and touched her neck, feeling a strong pulse. He had to wonder what kind of fuss that this tiny thing could put up that warranted being knocked over the head so viciously that it put her out for two days. "Why didn't you call a healer?" Quan Chi asked. "Healers cost money." The slave master shrugged. "You can trust me when I say with the way that she was acting I wouldn't have been able to sell her anyway." "Hmm." Quan Chi wondered how much of fuss she'd actually put up. She looked like she couldn't harm a fly. Of course looks could be deceiving and Quan Chi knew this. "A great sorcerer like you could tame her easily though." The slave master said slyly. "Twenty silver and she's yours." "Twenty silver, huh?" "Yes. A bargain really." The slave master said with his most winning smile, hoping against hope to either cut his losses or actually make some damn money off the stupid girl. The slave master's name was Tamin and he was considered a shrewd business man. The moment that Quan Chi had walked into the market Tamin had started hearing the clink of gold coins. Quan Chi had always bought nothing but the best when he'd occasionally showed up at the market. He was smiling in the beginning but started frowning as he'd steadily been watching his profits dip as every woman that the sorcerer examined cringed away from his touch. They'd all gotten glares from Tamin and one even a slap when she'd burst into tears as Quan Chi touched her chin. He didn't take the punishments any farther than that though. He couldn't really blame the women. Quan Chi had an air of powerful authority about him and he practically radiated evilness. Not to mention the sorcerer's very large size and strange looks. "You're really thinking she won't wake. If I take her off your hands it will save you from having to pay someone to bury her." Quan Chi stated startling Tamin out of his thoughts. "True." The slave master shrugged apathetically. "Convenient for both of us, really. I make a bit of a profit and you get a body to use for your, uh, nefarious purposes." Quan Chi sneered at the man's sexually implying words. He could have explained to the bastard that not once, in all of his years, had he ever even slept with anything remotely dead. Why bother though? Let the man think what he would. It would merely add to his reputation. "I'll give you a few minutes to think about it," Tamin told him as he walked away and started yelling at one of the guards, who was being too rough with the merchandise. Nobody wanted a slave that they had to patch up before they could be used. Quan Chi looked back down at the girl and sighed. He wasn't quite sure what the hell he'd been thinking to even come over and look at her. He didn't actually need a body for anything. He had other needs though and he'd come to the slave auction in Outworld hoping to buy a concubine. None of the women had appealed to him though. Especially when they cringed just looking at him. He was about to get up when he noticed that the girls eye's were fluttering as if she were trying to wake from a deep sleep. He wondered if she were going to wake up but her eyes finally stopped fluttering. He decided a closer look was in order. She was very tiny. Not more than five foot at the most. Her hair was long, probably close to knee length, and black as sin. Her skin was extremely pale but definitely not on par with his. She was thin but had curves that hinted at her womanliness. She had a small pert nose and knife edged jaw that made her eyes look very large. If he'd believed in elves he was sure she would have been one. She was one of the most delicate looking women that he'd ever laid eyes on. He reached up and rubbed the red jewel embedded in his forehead thoughtfully. He was fascinated. He wanted this girl; there were no doubt about it in his mind. He was fairly sure that she would wake soon with the way that her eyes had been flickering. And even if she didn't he was a damn sorcerer so there was no reason he couldn't fix her. He had to have her. "Well?" Tamin asked, coming to stand next to Quan Chi again. "Ten silver and you have a deal." Quan Chi said firmly, standing to tower over Tamin. "Done!" Tamin rubbed his hands greedily as Quan Chi dug in his pocket for the money. "Good doing business with you, sir." "Hmh." Was the only response that Quan Chi gave. Tamin opened the cage and Quan Chi picked the girl up, frowning at how little she actually weighed. He cradled her in his arms as he left the slave market. He took a moment and opened a portal to the Neatherrealm. He was doubly glad that he could roam the realms freely instead of having to go and find one of the portal gates. He smiled to himself as he walked through the portal and into the belly of his fortress. 000 "Open your eyes girl." Even though it was pleasant she ignored the extremely deep voice. "You can do it." The voice was persistent though. And annoying. And pretty damn sexy sounding. Very James Earl Jones meets Michael Clark Duncan. "Open them, now." The tone of the voice was firm, warning her that this was someone who was used to being obeyed. Whoever he was, he gently propped her body up and held a cool glass to her lips. She opened her parched mouth, taking a drink of water. She opened her eyes and looked up into two pooling orbs of darkness. Nothing and everything like her own. Fathomless. Ageless. She felt as if she were looking into a void. But she could see that like her own, his eyes also held his emotions. She could see a longing, loneliness that dwarfed anything she had ever known. Those black eyes called to something deep inside of her. She wanted, needed, to give him the things that he craved. She wondered if that was what it was like for others when she used her magic on them. "Who are you?" She asked as she reached up and touched one of his sunken white cheeks, checking to make sure he was really there. "Quan Chi." He said smiling at her slight southern twang. "Quan Chi." She definitely liked the name. For some reason it just seemed to fit him. She could also feel the magic coursing through him. The strongest magic that she'd ever felt in fact. It took a strong mind and an even stronger will to be able to control so much. "You have magic." "Yes. I am a free roaming sorcerer without equal." He said magnanimously. She rolled her eyes. "Good for you. Want a cookie?" she asked sarcastically. "Ha. Cheeky little mouse." He put the glass to her lips and gave her another drink. "What's your name girl?" "Mac." "Mac?" He asked with a sneer. "Mackenzie Taylor," she said with an eye roll. "But you can call me Mac. Everyone does." "How old are you, Mac?" "I'm twenty." She said and then ran a thumb across his black bottom lip and over the red markings on his head. "Normally I don't like the goth look but on you it looks good." "Goth?" Quan Chi asked confused. "Yeah." Mac ran a small hand over his exposed abdomen. "I've got to tell you, dude. You are smoking hot." She started running her hand lower but he stopped her. "That blow to your head must have addled you," Quan Chi said with concern. "It was two blows actually." She told him with, remembering the alley and the gang bangers. She winked at him. "I'm okay though." "Not good." He said with a shake of his head. "Definitely addled." "Why? Because I think you're handsome?" "Yes. I'm not handsome." "You don't get a lot of compliments do you?" She looked around. "Is there a bathroom? Cause I've got to go pee." "Yes, of course." He picked her up and made his way into the bathroom, setting her down on the toilet. "Thanks." She smiled when he didn't leave. "Um, I can take it from here, big guy." He nodded and left her to complete her business in private. He shook his head as he plopped on the bed. There was clearly something wrong. He really wasn't much for the healing arts but he was obviously going to have to take a stab at fixing her brain. Hopefully he didn't screw the poor girl up any more than she already was. Mac smiled ruefully, thinking that thankfully he'd gotten out of there fast because her eyeballs were bobbing. After she was done using the bathroom Mac shed her filthy ripped clothing and stepped into what she assumed was a shower. It was a large stone alcove that had a stream of hot water pouring from the ceiling. There were holes in two of the corners of the alcove where the water drained out. She wasn't one to read architectural digest but she was pretty sure that they'd never featured anything like this before. There was a pot on a small shelf and it didn't take her long to figure out that it was soap. It smelled like cherry blossoms and she realized that Quan Chi had subtly smelled like cherry blossoms too. She smiled, thinking that almost any man on the planet would throw a fit if he were to be asked to smell like flowers. Apparently Quan Chi was secure in his masculinity. She scrubbed her hair and body clean and then plopped down, letting the water pour over her as she contemplated Quan Chi. He was definitely different, that was for sure. Mortal Kombat: The Sorcerer's Slave At six foot six or seven he was a giant compared to her. His upper body was very muscular and tapered down to a narrow waist. His body was very white, almost as if he painted it but she didn't think that he did. She'd smoothed her hand over his abdomen earlier, with nothing rubbing off onto her fingers. He had been wearing only a pair of black leather pants and she'd noted that his bare feet were as white as the rest of him. His body and head were strangely hairless. He didn't even have eyebrows or eyelashes. His lips were black and around his eyes as well. The black from his eyes formed two straight lines that ran over the top of his head and down his neck. He had a round red jewel embedded in his forehead and red markings covered his head between the black lines. He had red markings on his arms and back as well. She just didn't know what to make of him. And the throbbing in her head didn't help, so she just sat there for a bit willing her head to stop aching and hoping to god that she didn't have some kind of irreversible brain damage from all the blows she seemed to be taking lately. Tears welled up in her eyes but she willed them not to fall. She just needed some time to assess her situation. Freaking out and having a crying jag just wasn't going to help. Twenty minutes later she walked out of the bathroom, showered and clean. She was wrapped in a towel that covered her more like a blanket. She sat on the big four poster bed next to Quan Chi and started finger combing her hair. He conjured a black obsidian comb and handed it to her. "Oh. Thank you." She said, taking the comb and carefully began running it through her hair. He watched her for a while as she worked the knots out of her long hair. "When you're finished I need to have a look at your head." He finally told her. "There's nothing wrong with my head." Of course that wasn't necessarily true, it was actually throbbing like a bitch but she chose to ignore that. A little pain never really hurt anyone. In fact it made you realize that you were still alive. "I disagree, little one. You took a blow to the back of your skull and were apparently out for two days." He told her matter of factly, not in the mood to be argued with. "Maybe I'm still out of it. Maybe this is how being in a coma works." She knew she wasn't in a coma because all of this was much too real, but god only knew where she was and why. He blinked then comprehended what she was saying. "Gods! You actually think I'm a figment of your imagination?" He asked becoming irritated with her stubbornness. "If you are then you're a damn sight better than the slavers," she said. She'd had enough of this conversation already and stood up to walk away. He grabbed her arm, stopping her. He stood to his full height of six foot seven and looked down his nose at her. She swallowed hard but refused to back down. She folded her arms over her breast and stuck her chin in the air. "Nobody walks away from me!" He snarled. "Get bent!" She snarled back. He grabbed her arms and pulled her up and pressed a bruising kiss to her lips. She was stiff for a moment but then wound her arms around his neck, enjoying the feel of his tongue, which was sort of rough, like a cats. He pulled away and looked down at her with a wicked smile. He picked her up, tossed her gently on the bed, and crawled over her. He bent down and started kissing her. He tangled his hands in the back of her hair but stopped when he heard her give a pained gasp. "Are you okay?" "My head." "Fuck! I'm sorry. I forgot." He sat up and pulled her onto his lap and started examining the back of her head. She still had a bump the size of a goose egg. "Don't move." He told her. "Why?" "Just don't." He took a breath and focused his mind as his hands started glowing green. He chanted under his breath for a few moments and Mac felt a pleasant I just had hot cocoa on a cold day kind of warmth seep into her body and her head immediately started feeling better. "Wow." She said when he was done. "Not really." He shook his head almost angrily. "It's annoying. I had to actually chant because I'm not a healer." It was the one thing that Quan Chi had never mastered when it came to magic. He'd never felt the need to. He knew a few basic spells to get him by if he ever needed it but other than that he had a why bother attitude toward healing. "You don't have to chant with other things?" Mac asked. "No." "I'm impressed." And she was. "Hmh. Anywhere else?" He asked. She opened the towel to show him the blue black skin over her ribs and winced when he gave an ugly hiss. His eyes went completely black and she could actually see the shadows in the room start to rise and darken. "If it makes you feel better, I broke his nose." She gave him a winning smile that said yay I beat up the bully in the school yard please don't be mad anymore. "I suppose that makes up for it a bit." His eyes became normal again as the shadows lightened. He chanted as he ran a hand over her ribs. When he was done she took a deep breath and it didn't hurt. "You are amazing." She smiled up at him and lightly ran a hand down his shoulder to circle a nipple. "Let's finish." He sighed and pushed the desire coursing through him to the back of his brain. "You need to rest. The circles under your eyes are nearly black." "I've been sleeping for two days." She said grumpily. "No, you were in a coma. You still need to rest though." "Maybe you're right," she said with a yawn. "Think you can wrangle me up some clothes?" "Of course." His mouth tipped at the corner. "I'll see to it personally." He was becoming more charmed by her accent every time she spoke. "Thanks." She made herself comfortable and he reached out and closed the bed curtains. "Hope you're real." He heard her sigh as she fell into a dreamless sleep. The last thing that she heard was his command to sleep. "Nobody in or out," Quan Chi told the two gray soul warriors who stood guard at the door. "Yes, Master." They both answered tonelessly at the same time. Quan Chi walked casually down the hall toward his office, but his thoughts were in turmoil. He contemplated her words and actions. Women didn't normally enjoy his company, let alone feel attracted to him. She acknowledged that not only did she find him attractive but she was also very accepting of magic. This girl was very unique. Or still convinced she was in a coma. Either way he was going to take advantage of the situation. He was so tired of sublimating his desires. He wanted to indulge himself for once. 000 Mac opened the door and was greeted by two identical spectral warriors crossing swords over the door. They were gray as if the color had been leached from them and their eyes glowed an unholy red. She couldn't help but note that they both wore kilts with leather boots and not much else. Their hair, she could almost tell was auburn. They were big handsome Scots and she had to wonder if all the men of this place were going to be hotties. Their swords were extremely large. Claymore was the name that popped into her head. Thank you history channel. "None shall pass." They both said simultaneously. "Okay." Mac said warily. "I was just wondering-" "None shall pass." The warriors said again. "I understand that, I'm looking for-" "None shall pass." "That's annoying, stop it!" she said finally becoming more irritated than wary. "Okay, you can pass," one said and they uncrossed swords. "Really?" "No." The swords went up again. "None shall pass." "Oh, that wasn't nice!" She slammed the door. Mac stomped back into the room, fuming as she heard them laughing, and threw herself back down on the bed. She had woken up after a few hours and couldn't seem to get herself back to sleep. And now she was imprisoned in this room and she was still wearing a freaking towel. Quan Chi had clothing but none of it would fit her. Not to mention he had some pretty strange taste. "You seek an audience?" Quan Chi asked appearing in the room, in a slight puff of smoke and what looked like threads of green electricity. His sudden appearance scared the crap out of her and her resulting shriek made Quan Chi chuckle. "Ass!" She put her hand over her heart. "You're going to call me names? And after I very kindly brought you the clothing that you requested?" He sounded hurt in a fake way. "Clothes?" She looked down at the bits of fabric and metal in his hands. "Um, that's not clothing." "Sure it is." He smiled showing a row of perfect white teeth. "No. It's not. It's a couple scraps of cloth and some metal bits." "Exactly. Clothing." She opened her mouth to argue but stopped as Quan Chi made a motion with his hand that spun her in a circle. Her towel disappeared and then he threw the clothing, which attached itself to her body. "Perfect." He said with a smile. Mac looked down at herself with a frown. She was wearing what amounted to a leather string bikini. It was being held together with gold chains instead of strings. There were also thin golden adornments running up and down her left leg and right arm. "Finishing touches," Quan Chi said waving a hand. Golden, emerald studded cuffs appeared around her wrist and ankles and a collar around her neck. She reached up and fingered a small loop with an emerald attached to it. She automatically knew that a leash could be attached to the loop. Her hair wove itself into two loose braids that hung down the front of her body. "Holy cow! I look like I just stepped out of a Boris Vallejo painting," she said sarcastically. "I don't know this Boris Vallejo but if he paints such things, he must have good taste." "I don't, ulp-", Quan Chi grabbed the loop on her collar and pulled her up until she was on her tip toes. "Shhh" he said putting a finger to her lips. "Spin around please. I would like to have a look at all of you." She nodded frantically and he let her collar go. At this point she would normally be practicing her martial arts skill on him but decided to do what he said, not only because she knew for a fact that he was a sorcerer, but because his bare chest rippled with muscles, suggesting that he could make her do what he wanted. He wouldn't even need to bother with any magic. His size was just too much of an advantage. And she knew that his mind would be much too strong for her own magic. She spun in a circle as he pursued her body. He nodded with satisfaction at his choices. Hers as well. After he'd put an end to her first argument, she looked like she was going to try it again but then thought better. "You learn quickly." Quan Chi commented. Mac shrugged not knowing quite what to say. "And how is your head?" "It doesn't hurt anymore." She said quietly. "Excellent." He touched her hair. "Your looks are unique. Tell me of your ancestry." "My mother is half Indian on her father's side." "I don't get to Earthrealm very much. Is that dot or feather?" "Feather," she said tightly. "Plains people." He nodded then frowned. "Shouldn't your skin be darker?" "Yes. All I seemed to have gotten from my mother's side was the hair, eyes, and size." She shrugged. "The rest came from my father's side. My great great grandfather was Serbian." "Interesting." He walked around her. "I'm quite fascinated by your size as well." "Most of the women in my family are small. I'm the smallest though. I barely top out at five foot." "Everything about you is tiny," he said running a hand down her shoulder, to pick up her hand and look at her delicate fingers. "I only look tiny because you're tall." Her neck was getting a crick. "Very tall." "Yes. I am rather large. Even for my own people." "So what are you?" she asked after debating with herself about whether she should. "What do you mean?" "Look, dude, I'm not stupid. If you're human I'll-" "You'll what?" "Well, I'm not sure." She mumbled. "Are you hungry?" He asked out of the blue. "Yeah." Her stomach chose that moment to growl. "Excellent." He said as there was a knock on the door. "Perfect timing." Quan Chi waved his hand and opened the door, admitting one of his spectral servants bearing a tray of food and drink. He sat the tray on the bed and left. "I'm afraid since we're in the Neatherrealm your choices are somewhat limited." He said speaking of the food. "You don't have tables in the Neatherrealm?" she asked looking pointedly at the tray on the bed. "I suppose I could eat off your body." He said with a smile that made her belly jump just a bit. "You're avoiding my question. What are you?" She asked doggedly. "This is the Netherrealm. Hell." She frowned and then it dawned on her. "You're," she paused. "A demon?" "Smart girl." "Um-" "Don't know what to say about your new master being demon?" "Master?" One of her eyebrows went up in a perfect Mr. Spock imitation. "I did buy you from the slave market." Quan Chi reminded her. He watched Mac's eyelids sweep down and cover the overwhelming emotions that played in her eyes. She sat down, reached out and carefully picked up a cup but quickly put it down when she realized that her hands were shaking too badly to not spill. Her brain was frantically trying to process the fact that she was now a slave. She did some deep breathing exercises and gave a pep talk to her inner self, who was having a panic attack. Something along the lines of they were definitely in a tight spot but they would be able to get out of it. Maybe. Possibly. "Tell me, little one." Quan Chi rubbed the jewel in his forehead thoughtfully. "If you can't even get past my guards, how do you think you'll be able to escape the Netherrealm?" "How did you-" "Know what you're thinking?" He laughed. "Because the same thoughts would be going through my own head if I were in your place." The tray of food disappeared and then reappeared on the floor next to the bed. He gently grabbed her by the throat and pushed her down. He straddled her and held her hands above her head, delighting as her whole body began to shake. His eyes blackened, even the whites. "If you do happen to get away and lead me on a merry chase," He leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Just know that I would find you. And I would punish you." He dug a finger deeply into the pressure point on her wrist, stopping when she screamed. He ran a soothing finger over her wrist. "Have I made my point clear enough?" "Yes!" she gasped "Excellent." He sat up, his eyes returning to normal, and rubbed his hands together happily. "Now let's eat." The food reappeared and Mac knew she would have to force herself to eat. She was almost nauseas but knew that she would need her strength in the coming days because no matter what he had just told her, she was getting the hell out of here. He had pretty much clinched it in her mind with his display force. "Shall I feed you?" Quan Chi asked holding out a small round fruit." "Please don't ruin the party any more than you all ready have." Mac said, scooting away from him and taking a small bite of fruit from the tray. "You liked me earlier." Quan Chi said popping the fruit into his mouth. "That's before you started channeling the Marquis de Sade." She held up her wrist for his inspection. "It's already starting to bruise." Quan Chi captured her wrist and brought it to his mouth, licking the already blackened bruise. "A thing of beauty." "If you mistreat me, I'm not going to be nearly as compliant as you'd like me to be." "I suppose you're right." He said with a sigh. "I am." She tried to smile reassuringly. "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar." "Are you a fly then?" "I've already decided that I'm attracted to you Quan Chi. Please don't make me regret it." She said trying to make him understand her logic. "You're serious?" He asked incredulously. "You really are attracted to me?" "Some woman beat the hell out of your ego, didn't she?" "I'm a six foot seven, overly muscular, demon sorcerer. Most women are frightened of me." He reached out and stroked her cheek. "But not you." "I have an innate sense of self preservation." "What does that mean?" "It means that I feel," she paused trying to think how to put it. "That you, for the most part, don't plan on turning any of your malevolence on me. You don't really want to hurt me." At this point if she hadn't known for sure that he was a magic user she would have made a push with her own magic. He was very strong minded though and she knew he would sense it so all she did was speak calmly. "True." He said thoughtfully. "You want other things from me. You want to enjoy my company." "True again." "I'm American. I won't-" he watched her nervously clench and unclench her fist. "take well to slavery." "If it makes you feel better little one then we will use the word consort. It's more fitting anyway." "Why?" "Because you won't be required to do anything but fulfill my sexual needs." "Oh my god." "The gods are toothless. They can't help you." Quan Chi sneered. "This is between you and me little one. I honestly don't think you'll have a problem with your duties though. You proved that most admirably earlier." "There is something so wrong with me," she said with a groan. "I'll concede to that. You are attracted to me." "It's the bad boy thing." She sighed and looked at him, her black eyes filled with tears. "My last boyfriend put me in the hospital, in intensive care." "What?" Quan Chi straitened, looking down at her. "I wasn't stupid or anything. I dated him for a month and realized that he wasn't what he seemed. He wasn't a nice man at all. I tried to break it off with him and he didn't take it very well. I remember he surprised me by showing up at my apartment. I told him to leave. He shoved me and I fell down the stairs. I woke up a week later in the hospital." If she'd anticipated it she would have broken his arm instead of having her head cracked open. "What did you do?" "When I woke up he came to my room and threatened me. I played along and told the police that I tripped and fell down the stairs." "Why?" "He had money and I knew that if he went to jail he would just bail himself out and things would really get ugly." She shrugged and put a small piece of fruit in her mouth. Not to mention she refused to get another man put in prison. "But you left him?" "Oh, hell yeah! The minute I could get off the bed, I snuck out. Went back to my apartment, packed a few things, and got the hell out of town." "I see." "Do you?" She smiled wickedly. "Want to know what my philosophy on sex is?" "Do tell." He said intrigued. "I think when it comes to sex if it's not rough it isn't fun. But too rough too much of a good thing." "So I should fuck you within an inch of your life but not use whips or chains?" "Sounds good to me." She sighed. "I'm more than willing to give this a chance Quan Chi. I really do need a vacay from real life." Working double shifts at the Burgerramma had really been starting to take its toll on her. She'd started seeing burgers in her sleep. She felt like soon she'd turn into a burger. "Tell me this man's name and where his lives." Quan Chi ordered. "His name was Bob Thornton. He was driving drunk and killed himself and a family in a mini-van a few weeks after I left town." "Hmh." He sounded disappointed. "Why?" "I was going to bring you his head." "His head?" "Yes, but since that's not possible I will take you to desecrate his grave." Qaun Chi said with a ruthless smile. "Oh." She paused. "Thank you?" "We will go tomorrow then." "How thoughtful of you. I'm touched." And she really was. In a what the fuck kind of way. "But you know I would really just rather forget Bob and focus all of my energies on you." Mortal Kombat: The Sorcerer's Slave "I like how your thoughts turn to pleasing me." Quan Chi said with a satisfied smirk. "You won't make me regret it. Will you?" She really hoped she was getting through to him because she didn't even want to try to use her magic on him. "I'm not this Bob. You can rest assured that I will not mistreat you." "Because it would be too hard to find another girl to like you for you." she speculated. "Truly." "So you'll let me leave this room?" "Of course. From now on you'll be free to roam the fortress and the grounds." "Great!" She said happily. "Of course guards will escort you any place you chose to meander to." "Great," she said in an irritated tone. Quan Chi laughed deeply at her tone and disgruntled look. "Not only is to make sure that you don't run away, but for your protection as well." "Protection from what?" she asked curiously. "Come." He got off the bed and held out a hand, which she took. He escorted her to one of walls and pulled back a tapestry that had been covering a door. He opened the door and ushered her out onto a balcony. Her gasp told him she now understood why he felt that she needed protection. His fortress was located in an active volcano. It was on a large island that was surrounded by a lake of lava, with only a small stone walkway bridging it. It was guarded by a giant two headed, horned demon dog that was chained to an unbreakable pillar. There were numerous Oni and spectral warriors that roamed the fortress and its grounds. "As you can see it would be prudent to make sure you have the guards with you." He put his arm around her shoulder and stroked her neck as if to comfort her. "You're a dick." She told him grumpily. He laughed deeply. Her attitude amused him to no end. Even the likes of Raiden and Shinnok had always treaded warily around him. But this little female was irreverent and had no problem speaking her mind to him. Telling him he was a dick and to get bent. If any other person in the realms had spoken thusly to him he would have turned them inside out and stolen their soul. "Glad I could amuse you." She told him sarcastically. He was about to reply when she put her hand on top of his and started stroking his fingers as she silently surveyed his domain. He was quite curious to know what she was thinking but decided to wait and ask after she'd looked her fill. When she looked up at him with black eyes so like his own he bent down and kissed her forehead. "Welcome to the Neatherrealm." "Is this really hell?" she finally asked, looking up at him with all seriousness. "Yes." He answered honestly. "No wonder you don't get hit on by other women." "Ha!" "You spoke of being on Earth. That means you can leave here?" "Yes. I wear the amulet of Shinnok." He pointed at a large round bronze amulet attached to his belt. "With this not only am I truly immortal but I can freely open portals to other realms." "Truly immortal?" "If I die I am resurrected instantly. I literally can't stay dead." "So you can't die and you can go anywhere you please. Why live here then?" "I'm a demon and this is home." He looked around with a satisfied smile. Over the last few years he had come to realize how much he loved the Neatherrealm and that this was truly where he belonged. "I'm also less likely to be attacked by my enemies in the Neatherrealm." "Do you have a lot of enemies?" she asked curiously. "Yes." He chuckled happily. "I've done some very bad things over the years." Mac just didn't know what to say to that. She'd never met anyone who was just so blatantly evil. She could also tell that he had no remorse for the awful things that he'd apparently done. "To each his own." He said interpreting her look correctly. "I can promise that I'll never ask you do any of the things that I do." "Um. Thank you. I think." She shrugged. "I'm just not that into doing evil stuff." "Bit of goody goody, are you?" "I guess." She shrugged. "I'd like to believe that I'm a good person." She started laughing. "What?" Quan Chi asked confused by her mirth. "I still ended up in hell though." "That you did little one." He said with a chuckle of his own. "What are you going to do if this volcano blows?" she asked suddenly. "It won't unless I allow it to." "Are you that powerful?" "Yes, I am." The way that he said it sounded less like bragging and more like fact. "Come little one," Quan Chi said holding out his hand. She took it and he led her back into the bedroom. As she stood in front of him he ran his hands up her arms, and over her shoulders, encircling her neck with his large white hands. He stroked a thumb over her pulse, smiling when it sped up. "Do you want me or are you scared?" He asked her curiously. "Both." She answered him honestly. "This is not you first time?" "No." "Good. I'm not in the mood to coddle a crying woman." She rolled her eyes. Even if it was her first time she refused to be coddled. Or to cry for that matter. "I'll make it good for you." Quan Chi reassured her. She grabbed is wrists and guided them down to her breast. "Enough talk sorcerer." She smiled wickedly. "Put your money where your mouth is." He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His black lips locked onto her pink ones and their tongues dueled for dominance. Her kiss tasted like the fruit that she'd eaten earlier and Quan Chi reveled in the flavor. His cock was swelling and pressing against the fly of his leather pants. He walked forward and set her down at the edge of the bed. He pulled away from her lips and ran a glowing green hand over her body. Her clothing fell away baring her body to his gaze. He'd seen her body earlier but now he could happily look his fill. She had perky medium sized breast that would fit comfortably in his hands. Her nipples were large and light pink. He smiled when he looked down at her pussy and realized that she had no hair. "Beautiful." He said almost reverently, smiling as she blushed. "Now it's your turn." She said seductively, motioning toward his pants. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down his waist to pool at his feet. His cock, white like the rest of his body, was rock hard and sprang to attention. She stopped smiling and sat up quickly. "No way." She crawled back a bit. "What?" he asked confused. "That thing," she pointed at his cock, "is like a foot long!" Quan Chi threw his head back and laughed long and loud. "Well I'm happy that I could amuse you." She said sarcastically. "I'm flattered by your assessment but I can assure you that I'm only nine inches." He shook his head. "Have you never been with a large man before?" "Well obviously not!" "Mackenzie," he said using her full name to get her attention as he crawled onto the bed. "I will fit you." "I don't know." She said uncertainly, crawling another few inches back. He grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her back. He straddled her waist, his cock resting on her stomach. She pushed at his chest and he grabbed her wrist, placing them above her head. His hand glowed green and it was as if her wrist had been tied to the bed. She yanked at them desperately trying to break loose. "Quan Chi, please!" She said begging him. "Shh," he said putting a finger to her lips. "I promise that I will make sure that you're ready." He ran his hands down her arms to her shoulders. Her skin was delicate and very soft. His callused hands were rough on her skin, making her gasp. He made his way to her breast, gently kneading, and then circling her nipples with his thumbs. Her breathing started to become ragged and he smiled. He bent down and took her mouth with his again. She kissed him almost desperately as he started to lightly pinch and pull her nipples. Quan Chi felt that she was worked up enough so he freed her hands which promptly went to his shoulders, kneading them roughly, spurring him on. He pulled away from her mouth and started kissing his way down to her neck. He left a love mark before he left her neck to make his way down to her breast, lapping at her nipples with his cat rough tongue. He spread her legs and she gasped out his name when he made his way down to her already drenched pussy lips and started licking them. He spread her beautifully thick lips with one hand so he could circle her clit with his tongue. He gently pushed his middle finger into her hot wet pussy. Soon he had three fingers inside of her and she was bucking like a wild thing. She stiffened and called his name as she came, pleasing him no end. He spread her legs wider and situated himself between her thighs and she gasped as he tenderly pushed his cock inside of her. His eyes rolled back in his head as he sank into her waiting heat. She did her best to wrap her legs around his waist as he started moving slowly in and out of her. "Harder! Faster!" She cried. "No. First time." He gritted out. "Needs to be easy." She viciously pinched one of his nipples and bit into his neck at the same time. He was surprised by the sudden pain and lurched forward, driving into with all his might. Her high keening wail told him he'd hit the perfect rhythm and kept it up, enjoying himself all the more for it. She came, her pussy milking his cock double time. He let loose his seed inside of her with a shout. "Gods!" he said, falling to the side of Mac instead of on the poor girl. "Mmm." Was her only answer. "Are you okay?" He asked with concern, propping himself up on an elbow to look at her. "I'm in a cum coma." She said with a cat that got the cream smile. "Don't ruin it." He plopped back down and rubbed his stomach contentedly. He never had such satisfying sex in all of his years. She was such a giving lover, knowing what he really needed, and giving it to him. He ran his hand over the bite mark on his neck. She had really surprised him with that bite and pinch. "You're welcome," she said. "I'm more than happy that I've brought you here. You are going to make an excellent companion." He turned his head and she looked into his shining black eyes. When you look long into the abyss, the abyss looks back into you. Nietzsche's famous quote made its way into her mind and she acknowledged that the philosopher had probably known what he'd been talking about. At the rate that things were going she might not even want to try to escape this place. "What are you thinking about little one?" Quan Chi asked her. "Nietzsche." She answered him honestly. "Ahh. Are looking into the abyss?" He asked with all seriousness. "Are you kidding?" She looked away. "I'm about ready to fall into the damn thing." "Jump." He whispered in her ear. "I'll catch you." He didn't give her a chance to reply. He stood and picked her up, making his way off the bed, into the bathroom. He placed her in the shower and took the time to clean her hair and body. When he was finished with that he massaged her shoulders and back working out the kinks. After he was done, she surprised him as she shoved him against a shower wall, going to her knees and taking his already hardened cock in her mouth. She sucked him off as he tangled his fingers in her hair, urging her on. She was happy that one of her previous boyfriends had urged her to learn how deep throat. It was worth it to see the look of utter bliss on his face as he came in her mouth. "Once again, you're welcome." She said when he finally opened his eyes to look down at her. "You are very good at that." He laughed. "My knees are a bit shaky." "I'm glad you enjoyed it." She said, standing up, then did something that surprised the hell out of him. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist for a hug. "Um." "It's okay Quan Chi. Just put your arms around me for a moment and squeeze." He did as she asked. "That was nice." She said as she yawned and rubbed her eyes. "I'm tired." Quan Chi smiled. She looked so child like. He wrapped a towel around his waist and dried her of with another. He picked her up and took her into the bedroom, laying her on the bed. She was asleep the moment that her head hit the pillow. Quan Chi leaned against one of the bed posts and watched her for a while. He was completely enamored of her already. She gave herself to him so freely. He finally threw on some clothes and left the room so that Mac could sleep in peace. If he stayed any longer he was going to wake her up and jump her. Before he left he ran a healing hand over her body. He didn't want her to be sore or their next session wouldn't be as good. 000 One week later Mac was standing just barely out of reach of the two headed demon dog that was chained to a large pillar in the court yard. He'd finally stopped barking at her and just sat glaring balefully at her. He started growling again when one of Quan Chi's spectral servants approached. He gave Mac the two large Trukeen that she's asked for. "Hey!" She said getting the dogs attention back on her. She held up the Trukeen and started baby talking to the animal. "Who's a cute two headed doggie? Who? You are. Yes you are." Quan Chi, who was watching from the balcony, swore that if the the damn dog could have talked it would have asked what the fuck? "Who wants extra pig lizard today? You do! Yes you do!" Mac made kissy sounds and threw one of the heads a Trukeen and then took the other one from the servant and tossed it to the other head. Each head snapped the Trukeen out of the air and gnawed on them happily as Mac approached confidently. She brushed both of the dogs minds with her magic before she reached out and scratched one of the heads behind the ear. He stopped eating and whined happily. No one had ever scratched him there before. The other head stopped eating and bumped her wanting a turn too. She reached out and scratched behind his ear with her other hand. "Oh, such a sweet baby." She thought about it for a moment. "You're so big. How about I call you Big Dog?" 000 Two weeks later Mac was draped artfully over Quan Chi's desk. Quan Chi was thoughtfully scanning a document on his lap top and doing his best to ignore Mac who was lightly running a finger around her belly button. Wanna fuck she'd asked and he'd smiled and told her that he had paperwork to finish. Of course it was more of a test of his will power but she didn't need to know that. She gotten a disgruntled look then tossed herself up onto his desk telling him that she would wait. "You're devious," Quan Chi said finally as he closed his lap top. "Yeah but you love it." She rolled onto her side and propped her cheek onto her hand. "When's the last time that a girl came onto you?" "Never." He said honestly. "Really?" She shook her head. "I'm so disappointed with woman kind in general. They don't know what they've been missing." "Gods you're good for my ego." "Oh I'm sure." "Best ten silver I ever paid." He said looking pointedly at her collar. "Best vacation I ever took." She said laughingly, reminding him that she refused to think of herself as a slave. "Hmm." "Oh it's true." She rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. "Before I came here I kept having this fantasy of going to Barbados and meeting a guy name Paco who only wore a loin cloth. I-" Quan Chi leaned forward, grabbed her neck, and bent down to kiss her. He'd figured out very quickly that kissing her was the best way to shut her up. Of course he was also giving into her demands, putting aside his work for a bit so that they could fuck. 000 Two months later Mac stood in the doorway, brown ooze running down her body. The twins were rolling on the floor laughing. "What in hell?!" Quan Chi's angry shout took all three of them by surprise. The twins stopped laughing and got quickly to their feet. Mac turned and looked at Quan Chi, trying very hard not to laugh. "You're covered in some kind of slime. Why in the name of all things evil do you have a shit eating grin or your face?" Quan Chi asked with puzzlement. "Because it was a good prank." She laughed and turned to look at the twins. "Where the hell did you get molasses?" They all burst out laughing again and Quan Chi just turned around and walked away. He wasn't even sure he wanted to understand the thought process of the three. 000 Six months later. "He's already been fed today, Mac." Quan Chi said. "He's still hungry." Mac said throwing another piece of meat to Quan Chi's two headed demon dog. "You spoil him." He said with a shake of his head. "Of course I do." She rubbed the demon dog under both of his chins and started baby talking to him. "Mommy's baby. Who's a good dog? You are. Yes you are." "Gods!" Quan Chi said throwing up his hands. "Big Dog, no!" Mac told the animal when he started growling low in his throat. "We don't growl at daddy." The animal started whining. He lowered his heads and thumped his tale and Mac patted his heads. When she was done petting him she sent him on his way. She'd convinced Quan Chi to stop chaining the dog to his pillar. Not only had she made a pet out of the beast but he'd seemed to become an even better guard dog than he'd been before. She took Quan Chi's hand and they started walking. "So." She squeezed his hand. "Tell me what's bothering you." "What makes you think something is bothering me?" "Because normally you don't give me so much crap for spoiling Big Dog. And I know you had a messenger visit this morning." "How could you possibly know that?" He asked incredulously. She'd been sleeping when the messenger came. "I haf my vays." She said twirling a pretend mustache. "So, spill." "The messenger was from Noob Saibot. He's requested my presence at his court." "Kay." "Noob is the current ruler of the Neatherrealm." "So you answer to him?" "Gods no!" "So then don't go." "It might be best if I do though." "Why?" "Because I've been a homebody for the last while." "And he's probably wondering why you haven't been out causing no end of trouble." "Exactly." "So go." "You'll be going with me." "Oh, I don't want to go anywhere." She groaned. "Too bad." He stopped walking and turned her to look at him. "I have many enemies." "Yeah, and so far none of them have tried to walk into your volcano fortress and get past Big Dog and the Grays." "I would feel better if I had you with me. I can protect you best." "Quan Chi-" "This is not up for discussion. You will be joining me Mackenzie." She smiled up at him. He honestly probably needed her more than she needed him but he wasn't going to admit to it. She nodded and he almost sagged with relief. He really did hate fighting with her. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him. Gods he needed that too. He wasn't quite sure how he'd lived without her before. She always seemed to make everything just a little bit brighter for him. She was always there with a smile and a kiss when he was having a bad moment. She'd definitely wormed her way into his cold dead heart. "We need to leave later today." "What about Big Dog? I don't want to leave him by himself." "Oh, I'm sure Noob would love for us to show up with Big Dog." Quan Chi said sarcastically. "Although, the look on his face would probably be damn funny." "Fine," she said with an eye roll. "Don't worry. The Grays will take good care of your baby while we're gone." He smiled at her name for his spectral warriors. She'd started calling them that the day after she'd gotten here. It was an apt name for them. Most of them were creatures of gloom, living only to serve their master. Some of the stronger warriors that he'd taken retained a decent amount of their humanity though. Two of them, Killian and Kraven McTavish had even retained their sense of humor. He hadn't realized that though until he'd set them to guarding Mac. There was no end in sight to the practical jokes that they'd played on her. She was a very good sport about it too. Laughing off everything that they did too her. He felt that they also kept her spirits up when she started feeling the isolation of his home.