2 comments/ 1420 views/ 4 favorites Kitten... So Powerful Ch. 00 By: LoveAllLove4ever Prologue The mourning tones of "Amazing Grace" stood in sharp contrast with the joyful chatter of birds, the golden sunlight blindingly cheerful. The casket, stretched out over the shoulders of six men in dark suits, glinted like a pearl in the glare of the sun's rays. The procession made it's way across the courtyard, the glorified Tupperware set on a wooden altar. Mourners with eyes downcast set flowers and trinkets in an ever thickening border around the ivory box. As the last lyric of "Amazing Grace" faded into the morning air, a girl with dark hair pulled back into a tight, high pony-tail stepped forward. The wispy tips of her thin hair fluttered in the light breeze. Her makeup highlighted already high cheekbones and gracefully sloped eyebrows complimented by the green-brown hazel pools filled with it the brim with tears. Her delicate fingers were wrapped tightly around the thin wax of a red candle. The flame rained burning tears onto the girl's uncaring hand, pink welts forming where the wax dripped repeatedly. The dark haired girl set the candle on the edge of the flower border, then raised her head. Her eyes were red and the dark clouds of tear streaked mascara had begun to run into the flush of her cheeks. The crowd surrounding the casket fell into silence, graver than it already had been. "My mother was loving. My mother was kind. She cared for me with the whole of her heart. For those of you that do not know me, I am Nina, daughter of Melanie and Lucius. Melanie was a mother and a wife. Her love for everyone was greater than I could ever imagine. To my mother, I bid adieu. With love, I bid farewell." Nina dropped to a kneel beside her mother, face buried in her hands. A man proceeded down the aisle, face grave, shoulders proud. He carried another red candle, pinching the base of it in two fingers, twisting the candle so the melted droplets would not touch him. He stared straight ahead, his left hand tucked in his pocket. "Melanie was my wife," he said blankly, setting his own candle beside Nina's. "She was kind and everyone loved her dearly. We shall prove to her as she watches from above, we shall prove to our beloved Melanie that even as we mourn, we shall not fall to our knees. We shall prove that the strength of her character has been infused in the very depths of our beings; she has given us all strength." The man was of medium height and build, his jaw square and his features blockishly strong and masquline. The crowd said nothing to Lucius, but the same thought was clearly visible in their angry eyes. Every person attending the funeral knew that this man, for all his words and dark suit, was here only as a formality, a show of the emotion he lacked. The rising grumble of disaproval never rose to fully voice itself, nobody daring to give volume to the murmurs. A third person, a lean, almost wirey man in a black suit trailed Lucius. He held a third candle in his left hand, pinched between his forefinger and thumb; the drops of hot wax did not seem to bother him. As he set the candle to the left of Nina's candle, the thin man turned back to the crowd, back straight as a ram rod. "Melanie will be missed," he stated, breathless, "We wll all miss her." His gaze seemed to fly away to another time, and his audience watched in silent admiration. The thin man went to stand in front of Lucius, leaning forward to whisper something in the larger man's ear. Lucius nodded and spoke quietly. "I leave the rest of this to you, Alaster. Meet me in my office in thirty minute's time." "Yessir." Alaster nodded his understanding and watched as Lucius and Nina retreated. When they were out of sight, Alaster pulled his sleeve up to glace at a watch on his arm. He pressed his mouth into a firm line and addressed the people standing in a dark cloud of black clothing and more flowers. "Lucius will be returning to his home to mourn in private," he glanced around as the mourners grumbled in dissaproval. "I will be joining him shortly. When the sun sets, the altar will be burned with Melanie and her-" he choked for a moment, "her casket, as per custom. I will return then to light her parting fire." Alaster's cool expression was breaking apart at the edges, the tears in his eyes about to fall. He turned away for a moment, blinking furiously and breathing hard. "Forgive my weakness." He swallowed, then dropped to his knees at the side of the casket. His hands gripped the edge of the wooden altar, the tips of his fingers turned white with the effort. After a few seconds, he stood and checked his watch again. His complexion paled considerably, then he looked up, eyes panic stricken. Brushing the dirt off his knees as best he could, Alaster squared his shoulders and walked away. His retreating figure grew impossibly small as he broke into a run, passing through the tall iron gate of the courtyard. Kitten... So Powerful Ch. 01 "Alaster." The lean man turned to his boss, noticing the door had been closed firmly behind him. Lucius looked Alaster up and down, observing the slight redness of the thinner man's eyes and the dust on his knees. Alaster felt a cold knot of fear tie itself in his gut. "Sir?" "You know how weakness looks? Do you know how it looks when my second has tears on his cheeks and dirt on his knees?" Lucius got a dangerous glint in his eye. "You have shown weakness, Alaster, you must be punished,"Lucius growled. Alaster's thoughts raced. He wouldn't have to put up with this must longer; soon his plan would be put into action. "Punishment, Sir?" "Prove your strength to me, Alaster." Lucius eyes seemed to darken. A flash of fear pierced Alaster but he regained his senses. "How, Sir?" "Alaster, you've known me a long time. Don't even try to tell me you never had a fantasy or fleeting thought of fucking with me!" Alaster backed up, reaching for his own weapon. "Don't you dare pull anything on me!" Lucius' face was red now; he advanced slowly. "Drop it!" The firearm clattered to the floor. Alaster glanced at the door, but Lucius cut off his escape plans by moving in front of the door. "Well you know I've always wondered about you," Lucius growled, "and I think it's about time my curiosity was satisfied." Alaster squirmed as Lucius put a large hand over his shoulder. "Lucius, please don't do this. You've known me for years, you know-" "Exactly, Kitty, I've known you for years...you never seemed interested in me though. Little Kitty, get those clothes off for me." When Alaster didn't move, Lucius slapped across the face. "Strip! You should know I'm going enjoy this immensely." "Lucius-" "That's Master to you, bitch! Get your fucking clothes off or I'll tear them off and you can explain to whomever you pass in the halls back to your room why you left my office without any clothes!" Alaster reluctantly slipped off his coat and suit jacket; which were quickly joined on the floor by his shirt. His fingers fumbled on the button of his slacks. The button popped off and he dropped the pants to the floor. His cheeks flushed slightly as he felt Lucius come up behind him. Alaster blushed as a gently hand cupped his left ass cheek. "Lu-" "Keep going, Kitty, I want you done in the next minute." Alaster hooked his thumbs into the elastic waist band of his boxers before hesitating. "All the way, Alaster. Nothing I haven't seen before." Lucius pressed the barrel of his gun to the younger man's head. "Don't make me blow out your brains over this, Kitty, I'd rather keep you around." Alaster's boxers crumpled in a pool around his ankles. Lucius' hand snaked around Alaster, calloused fingers brushing lightly over the hot skin of his second in command. Alaster shivered, stepping sideways in an attempt to escape the touch of the other man. Lucius turned, putting a hand on each of Alaster's shoulders, slamming him into the wall. "Kiss me, Kitty." Lucius stared into Alaster's eyes, leaning forward until their noses touched. "I will not-" "I am ordering you to kiss me!" Lucius enforced the statement by gripping Alaster's platinum hair and jerking it. He yelped in surprised pain. "How do you answer your Master, Alaster? I ordered you to kiss me!" "Sir-" Lucius pressed his lips to Alaster's shoving his tongue down the smaller man's throat. Alaster's eyes widened, but he didn't dare deny Lucius with the barrel of a gun pressed into his side. "Kneel." Alaster slumped his shoulders, dropping to the ground. He felt a hand touch the crease of his groin and thigh, a tremor of a tickle traveling over his skin. "Spread your knees. If you want to leave here today with anything resembling skin on your ass or dignity in your stride you will do everything I say," Lucius growled the words in Alaster's ear. Alaster inched his legs apart, bowing his head, not in submission, but an effort to hide the tears welling in his eyes. "Farther!" The sound of a belt sliding through it's loops ripped though the air. Leather cracked in the air, and a red line drew itself across Alaster's back. The blond man gasped, then grit his teeth, expecting more. He forced himself to push another inch of space between his legs. "Farther, I want to be able to drive a car between your legs!" Lucius forced his hand between Alaster's legs, wrapping his fingers around his balls. A tight squeeze elicited a girlish squeal. "I thought you were tough, Kitty, but you're not, are you? You're weak! You're a weak little bitch!" Lucius crushed Alaster's balls in his fist, using his other hand to push apart his knees. Alaster resisted, trying in vain to protect his balls. Lucius removed his hand from between the other man's legs, standing straight. After a few moments, he pulled his foot back, sending a rattling kick between Alaster's legs. Alaster rolled over, only to be dragged back to his knees by his hair. The next kick slammed into his ribs. "Weak, Alaster, weak!" An arm wrapped itself around Alaster's arm, hauling him to his feet. He blinked hard, pushing away the tears that threatened his position, silently screaming for anyone to help him, to open the door, save him from a man he once thought to be his friend. "Bend, Alaster, you damned bastard!" Lucius slammed Alaster over the desk, then pressed one hand firmly into his back. Alaster struggled like a feral cat, hissing. The sound of a zipper sent a wild shriek up Alaster's throat. Lucius smacked his ass hard. A vermillion hand print blossomed on his ass, and Lucius touched the product of his violence proudly, before mirroring the hand print on the other side. "Alaster, you should cooperate with me," he growled; "If you don't, I'll just fuck you the way I like. It'll be nice and rough—no lube." A strangled gasp tore through Alaster's throat as Lucius touched his cock to the pink ring of muscle around his asshole. "If you want me to slick up that tight little ass of yours before I ram into you, you'll spread those pretty legs of yours and stop fighting!" Lucius' voice rose as he spoke, and he pressed a hand to the back of Alaster's head. "Don't fight me, Alaster, or this will hurt a lot more than it has to." Alaster didn't move. "Why won't you cooperate, you stubborn bitch?" When his Alaster said nothing, he reached forward and slammed a hand into Alaster's head. Immediately after, he spanked his ass hard a few more times. "Answer me!" Alaster's breath rasped in his throat. "I- I won't bow to you- Sir- not like- this-" "Then you will scream in pain. You are weak; this is your punishment." Lucius gripped Alaster's hips. Lucius aligned himself carefully with Alaster's ass, lifting himself onto his tiptoes to press the tip of his cock to the puckered ring around Alaster's ass hole. The breath hitched in Alaster's throat. In one moment, Lucius was relaxed in the next, his whole body tensed and he slammed himself to the balls into Alaster's ass. The scream that ripped from Alaster's throat could have sent a lion fleeing from his pride. Lucius didn't wait long before pulling all but a little over an inch out and slamming back in. He pulled on Alaster's hips in sync with the steady thrusting he adopted. All of Lucius' seven inches, big around as a tennis ball, slammed in and out of Alaster's ass. Lucius grunted, shooting his load into Alaster's depths. Alaster had passed out at some point, from the pain or hyperventilating during the nonstop screaming. Lucius slammed him awake, waving his cock in Alaster's face. Lucius' thick meat was covered in shit and blood. He slapped Alaster across the face with his dick, leaving traces of blood and shit on his cheeks. Smirking, Lucius sat in his office chair, pulling Alaster over his lap by the hair. Leaning over and picking his belt off the ground, he folded the leather in half. Alaster didn't resist, just shifted uncomfortably, and reached back to touch his ass. Lucius grabbed Alaster's hands, pinning them together at the small of his back, and hooked a leg over Alaster's. Bringing up his arm, Lucius spanked Alaster with the belt hard enough for the resounding slap to fill the room. Alaster jerked in pain, but didn't make any other moves. Bringing his arm up again, Lucius gave Alaster another bright red stripe directly on top of the first. Moving down, Lucius gave Alaster five good strikes one on top of another right on the top of his thighs. When Alaster stopped jerking, Lucius got bored, shoving his second in command off his lap. Alaster grunted as he hit the ground. Lucius stood, kicking him in the stomach. Lucius continued to kick Alaster, slamming his boots into his second's ribs, balls, and stomach. Alaster rolled over, vomiting on the carpet. "You're weak!" Lucius spat, kicking him again. Vomit went up Alaster's nose, burning his nasal passage. He gasped, coughing. Lucius reached down, gripping Alaster by the hair and shoving his face into the puddle of lunch. "Eat it!" Lucius kicked Alaster in the stomach twice, winding him. He pressed his face into the puddle harder. "Eat it and I'll let you breathe." He straightened, grinding a boot into the back of Alaster's head. Alaster went limp, not moving. Lucius grabbed him by the hair, pulled him to his feet. Spitting in his face, Lucius grabbed the ball of Alaster's clothes off the floor, shoved it in his arms, and pushed the thin man into the hallway. Kitten... So Powerful Ch. 02 *AN: This chapter is just a filler. If you aren't interested in the building of the plot of the story, skip to the end where I have included a brief summary.* ***** Standing in the hallway with pain stricken shock and betrayal inside and a bundle of wrinkled suit in his arms, Alaster was in a panic. Before long, someone would come running to Lucius' office with news or some other conflict of immediate importance; if they saw Alaster in this moment of such weakness, such vulnerability- "I have to go," Alaster muttered to himself; "Someone could see me." Without thinking about it, he yanked the slacks on. Bundling all his other layers into the jacket, he buttoned it up then threw his coat on top, zipping it to the collar and throwing up the hood. Ducking his head, Alaster hurried out of the hallway, hands folded across his torso to hold his clothes in the tight bundle against his chest. "Sir?" A familiar voice called out to Alaster's retreating back. "Sir!!" He didn't want to stop, but Alaster didn't need to give Lucius any more reason to "punish" him. Lucius turned, but did not look up, crushing the ball of clothes even tighter against his chest. "What do you need Jared?" The words came out harsher than he intended, and the short man flinched. "I just wanted to let you know that the sun is setting in half an hour," Jared told him, fidgeting under Alaster's angry gaze. "Um... A few of us were going to head over to the Harpy for drinks later, you want to come?" "Oh, uh-" Alaster's left hand had started spasming randomly, and the nervous energy pent up inside him threatened to make him explode. He shoved the beserk hand into a pocket. "I don't know, the boss is getting real tight in the pants and a horny boss is not a happy one. I think that's all he used Mel for, and now she's gone he's not used to hunting for a fuck. Ah... He's um... Confused right now." Jared nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's a shame. Hope you'll come out tonight, a lot of people are looking to you right now." Alaster nodded curtly, then hurried away. He almost dropped the bundle of clothes in his arms tripping on the loose floorboard halfway to his quarters, a wave of panic crashed over him when his boxers fell from his arms and hit the floor. He snatched them up and scuttled the rest of the way, ignoring the yells of "Sir!" and "Hey!" as he ran. Slamming the door of his room behind him, Alaster collapsed, nearly shrieking in pain when his ass hit the wooden floorboards. He jumped up and dashed into the bathroom, grateful that his quarters were among the few with a private bath. He undid the button of his slacks, ripping open the zipper and letting the pants fall to the floor. The sudden exposure helped cool the screaming pain in his ass, and Alaster shed his clothes faster than he could shoot. In one stride, Alaster stepped into the shower and turned the faucet on. Lukewarm water spilled from the shower head, cascading over his shoulders and down his back. He felt the gentle fingers of the water caressing his sore skin and breathed deeply. He stayed under the moist comfort of the shower for a long time. When Alaster left the steam and the gentle warmth of the shower behind, he stretched out on his bed and propped his head up on his hands, staring at the blank wall of his room. Alaster almost wanted to look around the place he had called home for last six years, but already knew what it looked like. The walls would be blank white with clear tape ready for another paint job at any time. The floor would be shiny, pristine wood planks covered. The furniture would all be plain finished wood. The bathroom door would be open to show the shiny tiles of the bathroom floor, the immaculate sink wiped clear or water or soap residue, the neatly arranged bottles and cans of hair gel, shaving cream, the impersonal soap pump, a box of tissues, and a single medicine cabinet. The tiny window of the cabinet would show tiny bottles of over the counter aspirin, cold and flu medications, and laying on the tiny ledge protruding from the cabinet, his toothbrush would be drying beside the half-empty tube of toothpaste. If he were to open the closet there would be fourteen plain white dress shirts on plain white hangers, fourteen plain black pairs of slacks, and fourteen plain black suit jackets. Beside the jackets there would be a tie hanger with five ties: two black, one red, one green, and one blue. There would also be two vertical hanging organizers to form a neat rectangle of twelve cubes two across and six down. An assortment of bow ties, undershirts, boxers, briefs, and socks sat in neatly folded columns one cube of white, one of black, and two separate rows for short or long socks. On one of the two chairs sitting meant to accompany a tiny table for two would be situated at the foot of the bed, today's clothes thrown on top in a messy heap, waiting for Alaster to get up and drape them neatly over the back of the chair like he usually did. The other chair would be in the farthest corner of the closet, a blood stained cardboard box filled with pliers, power tools, and chains sitting on top. The room was impersonal, immaculate, businesslike. In the two decades he had stayed in the room, Alaster hadn't done much to change it. The sheets had been changed from plain sterile white to a pleasant cream, but otherwise the room was exactly the way it had been the day Alaster moved in. There were no pictures of girls on the walls, no plants, no posters, no trophies. Alaster went to the chair and pulled on his clothes, layer by layer. When the fitted jacket of his suit was buttoned, he went to the bathroom and combed his hair, squirting gel into his palm and slicking back the disobedient strands. Straightening his collar and adjusting his tie, Alaster stared into his own eyes. The reflection stared back at him, cold blue eyes pierced through the mirror. My eyes look so dead. He thought, turning his head side to side. How can anyone believe I mourn? After a few moments, Alaster turned and walked through the door. Pulling his phone out of the interior pocket of his jacket, Alaster strode through the huge building known only as "Base" or "the Nest." He heard the line on the other end pick up. "Nemo here." "Rapunzel speaking," he replied. "Copy." "Kiana, can I... catch a ride?" "Rapunzel's wedding cake?" "Nemo's carrot tops. Look, it's me. I'm just running late, so meet me out back in three minutes." Alaster hit the end button and jammed the phone back in his pocket. He walked briskly to the back exit and slammed the door shut. When a hand shot out and grabbed his arm, he jerked away, pulling his gun and aiming it at the girl in front of him. "Woah, Princess, calm your tits." "Don't call me that! And I don't have tits!" Alaster holstered the weapon and wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Al, chill-" "Don't call me Al either! Just drive, Kiana!" Kiana got in the driver's side of the car and started the engine as Alaster climbed in the passenger side and slammed the door. The drive out to the funeral pyre was a awkwardly silent. As the car rolled to a stop, Alaster dove for the door, but the lock clicked shut. "Hey-" "What's wrong, Alaster?" Kiana grabbed his arm and stared at him. "You're running late, you asked for a ride, your shirt is not tucked in properly, your hair's a mess-" "Leave me alone, K, I don't need you on my back too. Lucius is already all over me and he's horny as hell. I'll need a ride back, so wait for me here." He jerked the lock open and leapt out of the car, stalking away before Kiana could walk beside him. Running a hand through his hair, Alaster took a few deep breaths before walking toward the casket on its bonfire throne. The casket was open, the smell of kerosene rubbing Alaster's nerves raw. He stared into Melanie's eyes for a long time, then accepted the match in Jared's hand. He turned to the crowd for a few long moments before looking back at the beautiful woman lying in the coffin. "All honour to you, Melanie. We've always loved you, and we always will." Then he struck the match and dropped the tiny flame into the bouquet of flowers clasped in her hands. The flowers shriveled and died in an instant, the flames jumping to the cushions of the coffin doused in accelerant. Orange tongues of flame licked her face like eager puppies, kissing her cheeks with burning caresses. Alaster backed up and stood with the rest of the crowd as the coffin burst into a flaming inferno, lighting the wooden platform laden with gifts and flowers. As the bonfire burned, it's red-orange hues mixing with the tint of the setting sun, Alaster closed his eyes for a long moment. Bowing his head, Alaster turned and walked toward the faint silhouette of Kiana's car. ***** *AN: Summary (see beginning)* Alaster is an incredibly meticulous person, and he's acting kind of funny. New characters: Jared and Kiana. Alaster goes to the funeral and burns Melanie's body on an altar with gits etc. Kitten... So Powerful Ch. 03 "Al, tell me what's wrong," Kiana chided. "I skipped The Harpy for you, come on." "I'm fine, Kiana, leave me alone!" Alaster tried to close the door again, but Kiana shifted to hold it open with her shoulder. "Go away!" "The fact that you're yelling isn't helping your case," she told him. "Tell me what's wrong, or I'm bringing Hatter into this." Alaster stared at her, panic stricken. "You wouldn't! You know he'd pick my lock and keep me up all night!" He tried, unsuccessfully, to shove her into the hallway. Kiana grabbed onto his door frame, swinging around and slamming her back into his door. Surprised, Alaster backed up. Kiana stepped completely into his room, shutting the door behind her. She flipped the lock shut and leaned back against the door. Crossing her arms, Kiana frowned at Alaster with the force of a fire hose. "Tell me, Alaster," she ordered, "is this about your father?" After a few moments, Alaster put a hand on either side of Kiara's head. She tensed, staring up at him with big, brown eyes. Alaster reached down and swept her black hair to the side, chest rising and falling heavily. "I like you, you're a good little soldier." Alaster growled sinisterly. He took a few steps back, laughing hysterically. "Unless you plan on joining me, and I know you don't; whether I am myself or not is no concern of yours. Now get out." "You know I don't want to get into the messy business between you and the boss," she started, "but if that's the only way you'll tell me what's going on, I will." "You don't want to get involved, and I don't want to tell you. Get out!" "I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong!" Kiana stepped forward into Alaster's arms, that dangerous space within reach of his fists, leaning into his chest. "Trust me, Rapunzel, I don't abandon friends." "You would do well not to care for me so much," Alaster warned gruffly, "I would abandon you in an instant if it meant saving my own skin." Kiana laughed. "You would; we can always trust you to save yourself. That's why I know you'll tell me. You need help because you're losing yourself. And don't tell me it was the mission because you've been sent into war zones, cleaned out entire armies, and come back the same as ever." Kiana shuddered for a moment. "You can eliminate a dozen families without blinking, so don't you dare try to tell me that Mel's death has you that rattled. You've been tortured, Alaster, and nothing ever phases you. What's going on in that head of yours?" "You're right, I've fought worse battles. I don't even get an extraction when I go on missions. I can do this one alone too." "No, Alaster that's not-" Alaster pinned her wrists behind her, unlocked the door, and pushed Kiana out into the hallway. "I'll see you tomorrow. We have a briefing with Bean at 5:30." Alaster closed the door and sat at his little table. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sighing, Alaster undressed, mindlessly folding his clothes over the back of the chair. Stripped to his boxers, the thin blonde stretched out on his bed, closing his eyes against the world. The static silence of his room, normally calming and numbing, buzzed in Alaster's ears, oddly loud. Alaster jumped up in alarm as the door handle jiggled. Taking a few fast steps to the pile of clothes, he reached into a pocket and slipped the emergency earpiece on, clicking the on switch. Radio static. Drawing his gun, Alaster checked the magazine, racked the slide, and clicked the safety off. Easing the door of the bathroom open, Alaster slid into the small space and listened. "He's not in here," murmured a high, but distinctly masculine, voice. Alaster leapt out of the bathroom. "Surrender!" He leveled the gun at the intruders. Jared went suddenly pale, dropping his wires to the ground. The lock picks clinked softly against each other as they hit the ground. Kiana looked up at Alaster, one eyebrow raised as it say ,"Really?" Alaster clicked the safety on, putting the gun on the side. Jared laughed nervously, bending down to pick up what he affectionately referred to as "stir sticks" and tucked them into his pocket. "He's about to piss himself, so you better have a good reason for making me get Jared to break into your room." Kiana sauntered into the room, leaning against the closet door. Alaster yanked on his clothes, glaring at the duo. "Hatter. Nemo. Out." "No," Kiana answered firmly. "I'm in on whatever your little plan is, as long as you tell me what's wrong." She swallowed thickly. "No matter how sick or twisted it is, I want in." "Ditto," Jared murmured, holding up two fingers. "Whatever your plans are, man, I'm up for it." Alaster blinked at the blatant offer of support by his colleagues. "Why would you help me?" He asked, all but dropping his guard. "You must have a good reason, even if it is only revenge," Jared shrugged; "you're a level headed kind of guy." Kiana nodded in agreement. "You're never going to leave me alone about this, are you?" Kiana shook her head, shooting Jared a glare when he nodded and started backing away. Alaster reached into a pocket of his jacket, pulling out a notepad and pen. Clicking the pen open, Alaster scribbled on the page. Electronics and clothes have bugs. The wordless rustling of cloth on cloth immediately followed. In moments, Alaster held a handful of earpieces and phones, two pagers, three watches, and a walkie talkie. Kiana's eyes widened and a little squeal escaped her lips when she found a mic in the hair pin she had received for Christmas. An angry Jared ripped a button off his jacket and was about to smash it when Alaster stopped him. "I designed the damned things!" he growled in outrage, "do they think I can't spot one under close inspection?" Picking the button up, Alaster stuck it in Jared's pocket. He went to the closet and pulled out two pairs of boxers and two black undershirts. He tossed them to Kiana and Jared, jerking his chin at the bathroom. Kiana disappeared inside, Jared stripping where he stood. When they had both changed, Alaster shoved all their clothes and electronics in a trash bag and left the room. He came back ten minutes later bag-less and with an even deeper frown on his face. He pulled a wand out of his bedside table drawer and waved it over himself, then Kiana, then Jared. Satisfied, he sat down on the chair by his bed. Jared dragged the other chair over, Kiana perching on the foot of the bed. "Why don't you have to change?" Kiana asked, eying Alaster. "Also, where did you put our clothes?" "I'm the only Market person who has handled my clothes since I bought them. I have them dry cleaned at a civilian shop when necessary, and sweep my room for bugs twice a day. I burn them and get replacements every three weeks." Alaster let his face go blank as he spoke, staring emotionlessly into space. Kiana and Jared, used to his spells of complete disconnection, glanced at each other knowingly. "Your clothes are in the vent of the training room." "What if the boss-" "Stop," Alaster cut Jared off mid sentence, "call him Lucius." "Okay... What if Lucius," Jared amended, "checks the training room?" Alaster twirled a key on his finger. "We're busy playing stealth attack. In the dark. With the door locked." Kiana laughed, fanning her face with one hand. Alaster promptly began explanation of his plans. "I'm dethroning Lucius." "Sorry?" "Woah, man, what?" Alaster continued, unfazed. "I was going to do it in two months, on the anniversary of his rise to power. On the anniversary of his father's step down. The anniversary of my father's death. The anniversary of my first kill." As Alaster spoke, Jared started squirming, obviously uncomfortable. "I decided to move the time table up, I'm doing it this weekend-" "Sir-" "Al, that's tomorrow!" "I know!" Alaster slapped the wood of his bed with the palm of his hand. "Everything is ready. I've just been waiting for the right time." "Why now?" Kiana shifted to the side, away from Alaster's blow. "Today after the ceremony, Lucius took me into his office and raped me. I was going to take revenge for my father anyways, but-" "Alaster, man, he did what?!" Jared stood up, eyes wild. Kiana had frozen on the bed, shell shocked. Alaster didn't seem to comprehend the weight of his statement, simply blundering on. "But I won't take his behavior anymore. Lucius has been treating me, his right hand man, like dirt for the last 22 years, and he thinks everything is good. He's always asking me why I don't have a girlfriend, why I never go drinking, but he forgets I'm the one caring for his god damn family all the time! The bastard doesn't trust anyone else, so I have to do it!" "Alaster, he raped you." "Yes, Kiana, he shoved his dick in me. It hurt. I didn't want it. Rape. I said that already." "It's usually traumatic..." "I've been through worse," Alaster said simply. "Torture is worse. Missions are worse. Killing your own father is worse. I'm annoyed as fuck that he thinks I'll take whatever he does like a bitch and say nothing. Aside from that, I have been-" he realized 'rape' made his colleagues uncomfortable and paused, "sexually assaulted before. For instance, I was... I was similarly handled in Boston during the four week mission, as well as in Montreal. This was the first time I was... penetrated, but..." Alaster shrugged. "You don't care? Like, Alaster, man if I-" "Jared, I will survive. Besides, I have revised my plan to accommodate for his most recent offence. I shall rape him back." Kiana and Jared were speechless. Kiana looked grim; Jared had taken on the appearance of broccolini. Neither responded to their oldest friend, whom both had thought to be one of the most rational, virtually clean people in the Market. "Now that you two are to assist me, it will make my plan much easier to perform, so I thank you for that." Alaster stood up and went to the closet before continuing. "Kiana and Jared, you two will be handling Lucius' capture. We will be meeting in a room I have designed off site." "You two have to drug Lucius, and get him to that room. When you get there, you can go into the two rooms farthest from the entrance on the right side of the same hallway. I will take care of everything else." Alaster tossed Kiana a small, clear bag. "Take Lucius drinking tomorrow night, and pour this in his drink." He tossed a white, tea bag looking package to Jared. "After Kiana adds hers, put this in his next drink. Make sure he drinks at least five or six beers before you add those in. Once the bags are empty, get Lucius into a car and out of the bar." "What are these?" Asked Kiana curiously. "Yours is a mixture of drugs that will cause loss of control of the bowel movements and the bladder, and a lot of laxatives. I also included some weird flowers this vendor was selling that induce nausea," Alaster explained. He nodded to Jared, "the white packet is roofies." "You want me to give r-roofies to the boss?" Jared looked oddly pale. "I mean, Lucius?" "Yes." Kiana clapped Hatter across the back, nearly knocking him out of the chair. "Relax, kid, it'll be fun!" Jared glared at her, putting the packet on the table. He straightened the over sized shirt and cleared his throat uncomfortably. Kiana shifted to have one leg propped up next to her. "I will not continue if that is as far as you wish to be involved. Neither of you will like the remainder of my plan, and I wish to preserve any image of humanity I may have conjured in your minds," Alaster offered, standing. He waited for an answer while dragging the table in the corner over. Jared scooted back to accommodate it. "I told you, Princess, I'm fucking in." "Ditto." "You have two options after transporting Lucius to the room;" Alaster pulled a few papers out of his pocket. "I made these after you spoke to me, Kiana, you're rather predictably stubborn. Unfortunately." He spread the papers out on the table. Pointing to a line on the map, he traced the bold squiggle to a small square. "This is the Harpy. If you take a car, follow this back road across to the backlot of the Nest," he pointed at a large circle, "follow the road here," a red line, "and eventually you'll come to a tiny dirt road. It'll be easy to miss, so watch carefully." Alaster traced a green line to a star. "There is a house at the end of this road. This is your destination." Alaster flipped the map over. "This is the inside of the house." He pointed to the map. "This main hallway is how you get to any room in the house. This first door is the room you should leave Lucius in. These two rooms on the end," he drew a circle with a finger, "you can stay here while we are targets. If you wish to be involved no further, you should enter one of these two rooms and lock the doors. There are doors here and here," Alaster dotted two spots on the outside walls, "that lead into a series of passages through the walls. If you want to leave, there are outside doors, and if you wish to see one another the doors all exit into the same passages." "If, when you arrive, you want to continue to be involved in the whole of my plan then you may remain in the room here," he tapped the first room. "When I arrive, you should be in the room of your choosing." "How the fuck did you get this built?" Kiana snatched up the map, studying it. Alaster, after years of knowing her, handed the brunette a marker. Kiana drew marks and circles across the paper, then handed it to Jared. "I know an underground construction crew that owes me a lot of favors." "Favors?" Jared asked, taking the map. "I falsified their elimination to Lucius," Alaster explained. "Hold up, give me eight seconds." Jared held up a finger for quiet. Kiana and Alaster fell silent as their youngest accomplice memorized the road map, flipped it over, then memorized the house map. "Alright, I just have to grab a few things and I'm set." The skinny latino ran a hand through his black hair, ruffling it up. Alaster frowned. "Whatever you need, you should buy tonight. Your normal things might be bugged. I'll get you clothes, and you can buy anything else you need." "If you let me borrow from your stash," Kiana prompted giddily, "it'll save you a pretty dime. Especially that slick-" "You can borrow anything you like, Kiana," Alaster told her, "but I suppose I can give Christmas presents early." Kiana and Jared both shot excited looks at each other. Alaster was an excellent observer, and therefore always gave the best gifts. Alaster dropped two large boxes on the table. Kiana eagerly tore off the silver paper embossed with a large, black 'K' in the corner. Pulling the lid off the black box, she pulled out a black, hard case. "Jesus-fucking-Christ," Jared muttered, "he actually did it." Kiana stared wordlessly at the little firearm case in her arms, hugging it tightly to her chest. Noticing more in the box, the girl reached inside. Delighted to find a holster, she set the weapon aside and stuck another hand in the box. She took out two boxes of amo rubber banded together and five extra magazines. "They're the ones that hold extra rounds too," Alaster commented softly, nodding at the magazines, "I know how you like those." Kiana stared at the treasure chest laid across the table and scooped her presents back into the box reverently. "You're not going to check it?" Jared teased. "I'll test it on you if you're implying that Alaster would lie," Kiana retorted defensively. Jared held his hands up in surrender and proceeded to carefully undo the tape on the wrap of his own box. He folded the paper up and put it off to the side. "Flip it for me?" He asked, beaming with eyes closed. Kiana sighed at the weird tradition, but complied, turning the box upside down and lifting the box off of its lid. The contents of the box spilled out, clinking and landing with thumps on the table. Jared opened his eyes, squealing with happiness as he picked up the bags scattered across the table. In one smooth motion, Jared stood on his chair and leapt across the table, nearly managing to knock Alaster over in a flying tackle. Alaster caught the petite ball of happiness and grunted as he spun around to prevent the upsetting of his table. "How did you get these?!" Alaster backed up a few steps from his screaming teammate. Kiana laughed, reaching over to pick up one of the plastic pouches, intrigued by the strange names like "Explsv RC: Wlkng Pssy: 1x1cm" and "Stckr Cam: Dck: 6x9cm" "Don't touch those, K, Jared might rip your head off," Alaster warned. After glancing at the younger man, Alaster amended his statement. "He might bite your head off." "How?!" Jared was nearly screaming now, eyes wild. "Same way I got the house," Alaster said, backing up another step; "Mericad may or may not have escaped the explosion and owes me for saving his life repeatedly. He may or may not have been willing to assemble a few pieces of his newest tech and a set of his signature lock picks in return for my deeds. Sadly, he seems to have retained his rather unfortunate sense of humor." "OH MY GOD!!!" Hatter really was screaming now, living up to his code name in the mad fit he had entered. "I LOVE YOU!" He grabbed Alaster and kissed him full on the lips. "Jared, please stop being gay in my presence," Kiana pleaded, covering her eyes. "I CAN'T STOP IT! IT'S IN MY BEING!" Jared tried to kiss Alaster again, only to receive a turned cheek. "YOU'RE SO COLD, ALLY, IT'S NOT FAIR!!" Jared was shoved to the floor, pinned by Alaster. The blond, normally unruffled, was slightly flustered and panicky. "Stop acting gay," Kiana corrected herself. "Don't kiss guys. Don't hug guys. Don't do weird queer stuff..." "One, do not call me Ally." Alaster growled, "Two, calm the fuck down or I'm going to have to shoot you like last time. I don't want to explain that to the boss." "Don't wear those skinny jeans when we're going casual, don't put pink bandanas in your hair," continued Kiana. "Three, you haven't finished unpacking your box-" "LET ME UP!!" Jared started struggling, trying to get to the table. "Don't frolick, don't squeal, don't cling, and most of all, do not hit on hot guys that I am trying to pick up with your god damn flirty ass eyes and wandering fingers." "Four," Alaster continued calmly, ignoring Kiana, "I'm slightly in pain from my encounter with Lucius and planned on visiting a nurse tomorrow morning, but thanks to your acrobatics I'm going tonight instead." His words sobered Jared instantly. "Sorry," Hatter grumbled, returning to his normal, quiet self. "I forgot." "How the fuck," Kiana growled, "does a memory wiz like you forget anything?" "I got excited, Kiana, you know how seeing hot guys makes everyone forget everything." Kiana gagged. Jared got up as Alaster released him, retrieving the last package in his box. This time, Hatter squealed, but remained grounded. He popped the metal tin open and began to tip the entire can into his mouth, but apparently thought better of it and picked out one of the mints, popping it into his mouth. "Border hopping freak," Kiana hissed under her breath. "Dumb ass blondy," Jared retorted. "I'm not blonde!" "You die your hair brown, stupid." "Alaster's blonde!" "Alaster's hot, so it nullifies!" "What the fuck kind of logic is that? Are you saying I'm not hot?" "It's great logic! You're an ugly hag!" "You're the wimp that uses fucking invisibility shields!" "Invisibility shields haven't been created, and they would be awesome! You're the one that can't seduce shit, so you just shoot everything!" "Do not!" "How do you think we lost that drug-" "Both of you shut the fuck up," Alaster growled. "I'm tired. I have a head ache. I'll get your clothes, and you can get out. I'll see you tomorrow at 5:30 for the meeting with Lucius." Kitten... So Powerful Ch. 03 He stalked out of the room, returning a few minutes later with their clothes and electronics. As the trio sorted out their earpieces and cellphones, Alaster straightened up his clothes, constructing a face of cool composure. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The nurse, a tiny civilian girl with blonde hair and giant tits, eyed Alaster wearily. She flipped her hair over a shoulder and jerked her chin at the plastic bench, a long piece of half translucent paper covering it. "My mama says we owes you," the girl drawled. Alaster blinked, surprised by her odd speech. "I ain't gonna pretend I like it, but if you're one of them weirdos with the bumpy things all over 'is shit, I ain't doin' it." "What?" "I ain't one of them bar wenches and I sure as hell ain't a whore, so if you got one of them nasty diseases, might as well shoot me now and fuck me later." The girl closed the door. "Mama owns the clinic, an' I's always got to pay back ever'one she's owing. Mama don't know, but I gots them fancy terms and conditions. First off, I don't do none of that ass stuff. Pussy and mouth only. I do scarves no handcuffs, no hickeys, an' you can't touch my hair. I'm'a sell it when it gets long, an' I don't need no fleas." "Honestly," Alaster growled, "I came to collect-" "When your jizz comes out, I'm leavin' so don't expect no round two-" "Hush, girl," Alaster snapped. "I'm not here to have sex. I've been damaged and I require your...expertise." The girl stared at Alaster, dumbfounded. "Thank the fucking Lor' you's a decent gentleman." She patted the table affectionately. "Get up on here and I'll see what's wrong wit' you." Alaster flushed as he lowered his slacks, stepping onto the table with ease. The girl slid his pants over his shoes, folding them over the back of a chair. Alaster nodded with approval and slid back toward the wall, resting his head against the peeling paint. The girl pulled on a pair of plastic gloves, kneeling on a wide stool by the side of the table. "You's got hurt back here, sir," the girl stated unnecessarily. "I can sew ya up, but if it's hurtin' bad you hav' to get to them good doctors. They'll fix it up good." Alaster didn't flinch as she prodded him, prepared for the pain when with an unfamiliar face. "Ain't you hurtin', sir? Mos' people get hurt bad yells and stuff." "I'm hurting, girl. I do yell when I hurt bad, but this isn't bad." Alaster shifted uncomfortably as the girl continued to poke around. "Is it really necessary to-" "Did you yell when this happen?" The girl stood up and went to a dilapidated cabinet on the other side of the room. Alaster closed his eyes and ignored the world, fingers curling into fists in an effort to hold in the frustration the blonde girl was generating. He felt the prick of a needle, the sting as the young nurse worked. When she finished, she gave him directions to see her mother for pain medication. "Thank you," he grunted as the gray haired woman handed him the paper packet of pills. "You're daughter will make a good nurse some day." "I hope her services have satisfied our debts with you and Mr.-" "Yes, her job was sufficient," Alaster interrupted, "and you won't have to worry about my boss anymore. Don't worry about paying him back. I will pay for your facilities should I need them again." The gray haired woman frowned, but nodded. Alaster looked back at the sterile clinic room, then at the graffiti covered door, mildew plagued alleyway that lay through it. He nodded a silent promise to the woman before opening the door and slipping into the darkness of night. Kitten... So Powerful Ch. 04 The meeting was boring, and it was all Alaster could do to keep his eyes open. He concentrated on stifling his yawns before they started, squinting at Lucius as he spoke. Alaster's eyes wandered to the clock on the back wall. 5:57 Kiana was stony faced, dark bags hanging under her eyes. Jared, too, showed the evidence of a long night on his face. Lucius was pointing at some kind of diagram, indicating points and jabbing a finger into little dots scattered across that page. When the briefing was over, Lucius extended an arm toward the door. "The mission starts tomorrow," he said, "you are all free to gather any supplies you need. Dismissed." Kiana stood, Jared and Alaster on her heels. They filed out the door, backs straight and eyes ahead. "Not you, Alaster." The thin blond froze, shoulders tense. Kiana and Jared faltered, but let the door click shut behind them. Inside, Alaster turned to Lucius with fire in his eyes. Lucius smirked at him. "I had fun last night, Al," Lucius growled, eyes dark with lust. "You wife just died," Alaster snarled accusingly, "and during her funeral, you fucked instead of mourning." "Mel would understand!" Lucius snapped; "She knew my preferences and I liked hers. She loved me, so she let me fuck who I wanted as long as I saved all the good stuff for her and didn't get anyone pregnant." Alaster looked away, hiding the disgust that tightened the corners of his mouth. "Come sit on my lap, Kitty," Lucius ordered. "And if you don't... Dear Kiana is coming inside to join us." He patted one leg. Alaster grudgingly crossed the room and sat on the older man's leg. Lucius snaked one paw into Alaster's pants, cupping his balls and squeezing gently. "What do you want, Lucius?" Alaster growled ferally. Lucius laughed. "You." "What do you really want?" The blond insisted. "I want you in my bedroom, stretched and bound. A nice big ring gag in your mouth, electric alligator clamps on your nipples. I want you hard and dripping, begging me to fuck your tight little ass." Lucius' hand clenched around Alaster's cock, pinching it in one hand. Alaster said nothing. With the anticipation of pain, he breathed slowly through his nose and kept his jaw and shoulders as relaxed as possible. Lucius pulled his hand out of Alaster's slacks, using the same hand to slap his second across the face. Alaster's head snapped to the side, a bright red hand-print blossoming on his cheek. "Now Alaster," Lucius whispered, "you're my bitch." He pinched Alaster's jaw in one meaty hand, trying to coax a reaction from the lean man's stony expression. "Say it, Kitty, say it out loud." Alaster didn't answer. "Say it!" Lucius jerked a handful of Alaster's platinum hair. Alaster's head was wrenched forward, nearly hitting the table. Lucius yanked his sidearm from its holster, pressing it into Alaster's thigh. "Say it, bitch!" Alaster closed his eyes for a long moment. "If I say what you want, will I be free to leave immediately?" Alaster asked quietly, his voice as robotic as ever, "I have details to sort out if the mission tonight is to go smoothly." "Of course," Lucius answered, smile cocking to one side predatorily. "Tell me you're my little bitch, nice and seductive. You're such a great fighter, yet you're just my little kitty now." Alaster swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his pride like a steel beam in his hands. I can bend. "I'm your bitch," he said quietly. "No," Lucius growled. "Get on your knees, stick your hand in your pants, and tell me you're my little bitch." Alaster felt his cheeks flush, but refused to let himself get flustered. Cooley as he could, Alaster slid to the ground and undid the button to his pants, easing his hand into his slacks. The fabric of his boxers was cool and soft against his fingers. Bend. "I'm your little bitch." Bend. Bend. Bend. "Louder." "I. Am. Your. Bitch." Alaster's fury was barely contained, yet the mask of coolness refused to crack. His fingernails dug into the soft flesh of his palms, trying to keep his mind clear. Alaster felt his resolve slipping. Bend. Bend Bend. "Good Kitty." Lucius patted Alaster's head affectionately. "I'll be seeing you later tonight, Al. After the celebratory rounds at the Harpy tonight, of course. We'll celebrate the completion of this mission with the greatest night of your life." "Yes sir," Alaster remarked smartly. "You have no idea how true that is." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The Harpy was bustling with activity. Beer splashed onto the bar, the amber liquid sloshing in the row of mugs. Jared was only slightly tipsy, the buzz obvious in the corners of his mouth, wistfully tilted downwards. Kiana had been discreetly dumping her drinks into Lucius' cup, drinking enough for her cheeks to flush. Alaster, always a moderate drinker, was paid no notice when he set his drink down after a few sips. Lucius swayed in his seat, eyes wild. Alaster put a hand on Jared's shoulder. The sharp eyed man tapped a finger against the inside of his coat pocket. The shoulder tap was passed down to their third accomplice, who didn't react to the signal discreetly in the slightest. "Al!" Kiana stood up, doing a very convincing imitation of a drunken sway. "I think the boss is gettin' little too tipsy!! I'm goin'a take him home!" "No!" Lucius grabbed her by the back of the jacket. Kiana's eyes went wide as her boss slammed his lips onto hers, wildly making out with her. Kiana pushed him back gently. "Just a couple more drinks!" Lucius tried to stand, but nearly toppled over in the process. "Alright. Two more," Kiana conceded, "but only two." "To victory!" Lucius rallied, raising the last of his mug. Though nobody cheered back, he tossed back the liquid. "Two more here!" The huge man ordered, slamming his glass on the table. A frightened bartender glanced at Kiana. "I'm going to have to cut you off-" Jared stood up, eyes sad. "Two more," he ordered softly, his voice barely audible over the hum of the bar. "Or I'm going to have to cut your head off." His hand wandered absently to his belt, tugging the fabric of his shirt up just enough to reveal the glitter of metal. "Don't you recognize Lucius here? He's owns your boss, after all. You wouldn't cut off the leader of the Market?" "Right," gulped the bartender, "two more." Jared sat back down, sighing. "I had hoped that we would forever remain normal at this place," he told Alaster. "I didn't want to be feared here." "Pay off the bartender for tonight," recommended Alaster, "kill him in the morning and nobody will know." "I suppose." Jared turned to Lucius who was just now gulping the last of his second to last drink, spiked with Kiana's packet of discomfort. "Get the roofies into him fast," Alaster ordered, "I'll meet you at the drop off location." "Yessir," Jared answered quietly. Alaster left, slipping out the back door and jogging to his car. Jared and Kiana would leave soon after, so he had very little time. His tires splashed quietly in a puddle as he pulled out of the parking lot and drove off. The darkness of night surrounded him in a cloud. Pulling to a stop in front of the Nest, he unlocked the doors and waited. Alaster didn't have to wait long. The back door clicked open, and the dark silhouette of a person slid into view on his rear view mirror. The door shut, and Alaster hit the gas, speeding down the street. The huge house appeared tiny on the outside. As Alaster pulled into the driveway and went to open the back door of the car. He embraced the woman as she stepped out. "Come inside." He led her into the house, not bothering to turn on the lights. His feet guided him to the staircase directly in front of the door and he followed it into the main hallway. Eyes adjusting to the sudden bright light, Alaster froze for a long moment before opening the first door he came to. "You know I love you, right?" Alaster asked. "Of course, Darling." "You understand the necessity of this?" "Yes." "Let me bind you then." The dark hair of his companion was brushed over one shoulder, and Alaster clicked handcuffs around the delicate wrists of his lover. He slipped a length of cloth into her mouth as a gag and offered one hand to ease the transition to the floor. "I love you," Alaster murmured, planting a soft kiss on Nina's forehead. "I'm sorry I have to put you through this, but I promise I will make it up to you later." Lucius' daughter only blinked slowly at him, her brown eyes filled with compassion and understanding. He stood up and left, closing the door behind him. While he waited in the hallway for Kiana and Jared, Alaster ran a quick check of his plan. The door upstairs banged open, startling Alaster from his trance. He opened his eyes to find Kiana and Jared dragging Lucius down the stairs, Kiana's eyes flashing angrily. He silently stepped in front of them and offered to take Lucius. The two surrendered him willingly, Kiana waiting for a moment to contemplate the door. "You beat us here," she noted, "you said we would be dropping him in the room." "I decided otherwise," Alaster answered; "Now is the time to decide if you will leave or not." Kiana turned on her heel and left, stalking down the hallway. Jared stared after her for a long time. "I want to stay," he said quietly, "but I know if I do, I probably won't like what I see. I'm in all the way, but-" "Go, Jared," Alaster ordered gently, "you don't want to see this." The youth of Jared's face reminded Alaster that one of the only people he trusted in the world was barely able to drink without a false ID. Jared bowed his head and left, following Kiana to the end of the hallway. When the dark haired boy was in the room assigned to him, Alaster opened the door behind him and shoved Lucius in, letting him slump to the ground. Alaster followed him in, wrapping his hands around Lucius' ankles and dragging him farther into the room. He almost laughed as his boss's head lolled to one side. "You think I'm weak," spat Alaster, "but you down a few beers and your dirty trick of choice and you're completely immobilized. Even Mel was never this out of it, when you took her home." Lucius only made a vague grunting sound and twitched a little. "Now I'm going to truss you up like a chicken, and you can't do shit about it," Alaster taunted. He pulled a knife from his belt and shredded Lucius' clothes. Nina made a small coughing sound behind him. Alaster blinked, turning to see Nina flipping so her back was to him. Resisting the urge to apologize to the girl, Alaster ripped Lucius' clothes off, tearing the fabric into pieces when it was removed. Starting at his feet, Alaster handcuffed Lucius feet together and his hands behind his back. Two sets for his wrists and two for his ankles. When both were tightened as much as possible, Alaster used a roll of duct tape to wrap Lucius' ankles and up his legs, halfway up his thighs. Tearing the tape, Alaster wrapped Lucius' arms using his knees to force the bigger man's arms together behind his back and wrapping them to the elbow. If he could, Lucius probably would have cried out in pain. Alaster used a long length of tape to wrap around Lucius' head several times, making sure to get the tape over his hair and lips, resisting the urge to cover his nose. Using what remained of the roll, Alaster pulled Lucius into a donut, taping his arms to his legs, by stepping on his feet and pulling on his arms as hard as he could. Lucius' eyes welled up and tears fell, but he couldn't struggle. Alaster smirked when he heard one of Lucius' shoulders pop from its socket, and took it as his cue to wrap the rest of the duct tape roll around his legs and arms, binding them together. Alaster laid down on the mattress with Nina to wait for Lucius to regain control of himself. Kitten... So Powerful Ch. 05 When Lucius regained mobility, he was lying in a puddle of his own shit with a headache bigger than Texas. He groaned, the sound muffled by his sealed lips. He attempted to sit up, but realized his limbs were stuck together. Taking the deepest breaths possible, Lucius calmed himself. When the initial panic subsided, the pain came washing in. He screamed behind the gag. Alaster watched silently from across the room, sitting on a mattress with Nina's head in his lap. He ran his fingers through her hair, gently stroking the dark strands. Lucius' eyes widened, and he jerked a little. A sadistic thought crossed Alaster's mind. Was that in pain or surprise? Alaster leaned in to whisper in Nina's ear. "I'm sorry, my love, your wrists must be sore." Alaster brushed the back of his fingers over her cheek. She nodded frantically. "Let me." He leaned over her and unlocked the handcuffs. Her hands whipped around, rubbing her wrists. She reached up and pulled the gag out of her mouth. Alaster's hand covered hers, pressing her hand down. "Ah ah," he scolded, "that stays in." He pressed the cloth back to her lips, tying it behind her head tighter. "Look here, Lucius." Lucius' eyes went wide as Alaster pulled a knife from a sheath on his thigh. A sadistic smile stretched Lucius' lips. Lucius squirmed, screaming as loud as he could behind the layers of duct tape. Alaster pulled Nina up by the hair and shoved her towards her father. He slid the knife across the ground and yanked a gun from its holster. He aimed it at Nina. With one hand, he tossed the key to the handcuffs at her feet. "Cut your father loose, pretty girl," he ordered. "If either of you do anything I don't like, I'm emptying my magazine into Nina's back." Nina shivered and ran to her father's side, cutting neatly through the layers of tape. Lucius screamed in pain when his shoulder was suddenly freed, wrenching the dislocated joint forward. He focused, eyes squinting in painful concentration, and popped it back in place. This time, the scream wasn't audible, but his mouth gaped in silent pain. As Lucius flopped flat on the ground after being held in such an uncomfortable position, Alaster fired a round into the ceiling. Nina and Lucius both jerked their heads up to face him. "Slide the knife back and come back to me, Nina." Nina slid the knife to him and approached slowly. Alaster holstered his sidearm and picked up the knife. He patted his leg, and Nina obediently sat in his lap. She froze when the cold metal of the knife pressed against her throat. "You-" Lucius cleared his throat, "You think that threatening my daughter will make me any more cooperative?" He laughed, "Do you still misjudge my weakness, Alaster?" "Do not pretend you do not care," Alaster snapped, "I was there when you fell in love with Mel; I was there when you wept at Nina's birth. I stood in the hallway as you made love to your wife and guarded again while you slept. I guarded Nina's bedside for nights on end. I know you think you have something to prove. I know you feel terrible for doing what you did last night, especially because of Mel." Lucius sagged, the realization that he could not fool Alaster weighing heavily on his shoulders. He was standing now, hands held up in a half surrender. Alaster tightened his grip on Nina's hair, pressing the blade harder against her throat, drawing blood. "No!" Lucius cried out, "If you are angry with me, then do not hurt her. Hurt me!" Alaster smirked. "You should know," Alaster purred, "I really like it when you beg." "What do you want from me, Al?" Lucius asked, his eyes dead in defeat. "I want you to pay for my father's death. I want you to pay for taking my life. I want you to scream and beg like a dog. I want you to sob and know that you're completely alone. I want you to wish for death, but be unable to obtain that which you seek!" Alaster lifted the knife briefly to point it at Lucius. "If you don't want me to hurt your daughter, then get on your knees and beg." Lucius looked like he would cry, but lowered himself to one knee, then folded the other under him. He flushed when he caught Nina's wandering eyes glancing over his naked body. "Don't look at him, Love," Alaster breathed in her ear; "Your beautiful gaze is for me alone." Nina flushed and averted her eyes. "Beg, Lucius," Alaster snarled; "Beg like a little bitch. Maybe I won't cut out her throat." "Please," Lucius tried, weakly, "don't do this. Just put the knife down and we can talk." Nina yelped as Alaster jerked a fistful of her hair. "Please!" Lucius screamed, "Let her go! I- I'll give you anything you want. You can have money! Lots of money! Let her go!! I- I'm begging you!" He planted his hands on the ground, head bowed. "Please. Don't hurt her. I beg of you." "Is the most powerful man on this side of the world begging? I can't tell." Alaster tapped the flat of the blade against Nina's throat thoughtfully. "I'm trying to recall what he told me to say earlier after the meeting... I think-" "I'll be your bitch," whimpered Lucius, "I'll be your little bitch. Just don't hurt my daughter." "If I remember correctly," Alaster laughed, "you told me to say it louder, Kitten." "Kitty," Lucius corrected. Alaster stood up suddenly, dragging Nina to her feet. "You are my kitten! You wanted me to be your little Kitty, hmm bitch? I want to hear you apologize! Grovel like a beggar! Beg! Beg! Beg!" Alaster stomped on one of Lucius' hands, grinding his heel into the back of Lucius' hand. "Beg for your daughter's life!" "Stop!" Lucius screamed; "Don't! Stop hurting me! Let her go! Let her go!" He wrenched his hand out from under Alaster's foot. "I'm your bitch! Your little bitch! Your kitten! Let her go!" Lucius was sobbing now, his body heaving. "Alright." "No! Don't!" Lucius sat back on his heels, looking Alaster in the face for the first time. He flinched at the ice cold blue. Alaster's eyes were worse than ice: unmeltable, hard, unforgiving. "Let Nina leave!" "I will," Alaster answered. "So shut the fuck up!" He abandoned Nina in a heap on the floor, stalking across the room. He landed a savage kick to Lucius' face. "Shut up!" Lucius cried out, grabbing his nose. Blood poured over his lips. He scrambled away from Alaster, bumping against a pillar on the far side of the room. Alaster didn't advance any further. "Nina will be removed from the room," Alaster said, "as long as you do exactly as I say." Lucius nodded obediently. Alaster pointed at the handcuffs, still strewn across the ground. "Kneel with your legs on either side of that and cuff your feet together," Alaster ordered, jerking his chin up at the stone column. Lucius did as he was told, still wiping blood from his nose with one hand. "Hands the same way: behind your back and around the pillar." Lucius was immobilized: a bitch on a very short chain. He was stretched around the pillar, completely exposed. The column was pretty wide, and the sharp edges of the stone dug into his back painfully. "Nina, go bring me that key." The girl stood and picked up the key in two pinched fingers. She offered it to Alaster. "Ah ah," Alaster took the key; dangling it like a silver pendulum he smiled. "Swallow it." Nina's eyes widened. This hadn't been in the plan. "Swallow!" Alaster pinched her jaw with one hand, dropping the key into her mouth. He forced Nina's surprised mouth closed and pinched her nose shut. She gulped the key down quickly and slapped at Alaster's hands. He released her. "Stop hurting her!" Lucius demanded from where he knelt. "Stop!" Alaster jerked Nina to her feet by one wrist and led her to a door on the opposite side of the room. He yanked open the door and shoved her inside. The door entrance disappeared with a click. Lucius' face relaxed, if only by the slightest degree. "You have two options," Alaster started, setting the knife on the mattress Nina had occupied the night before. "Don't say anything until I finish." He sat down. "Option one is this: I put a nice wide slit across Nina's pretty little wrist and you get to watch while I fuck her. She'll die as I rape her pretty little pussy. Maybe I'll be nice and let you fuck your daughter's dead body. Then, I'll make the same cut across your wrist, and you can die while I cum in your tight, virgin ass. You'll die, and so will your daughter. I'll dump your bodies in a ditch and be done with you. "Option two is a little more..." Alaster licked his lips, "Savory. I'll go into that room," he gestured vaguely behind himself, "and you can listen to me have wild sex with your daughter. When her little cunt is stretched open wider than a bitch in a whore house, I'll cum in her and pin those pretty little lips shut. Maybe I'll fill her ass and mouth and plug those up too. Then I'll lock her in my room for nine months. She'll have a baby. I'll be the father. Everything will be good. "The other part of option two is the best part. You will be my little slave. A fuck toy for my enjoyment. You'll be kept tied to this table I have next door: a wonderful invention, really. Your ass will poke out over the edge a little, and your chin will be up, mouth just at waist level. I'll even be nice and keep a plug lubed up with my cum in your ass so you don't tear when I fuck you. If you cooperate, I'll use the ring gag so you don't have to pretend to like my dick. If you're really good, I'll even let you have the smaller ring so I don't have to dislocate your jaw first." Lucius was crying. Alaster stood, walked across the room, and grabbed a handful of dark hair. "Stop crying, bitch. Which option is all up to you. If you're good, then I'll go with two. If not, you're going to die."Alaster used the handful of hair to smash Lucius' head into the column. "I ordered you to stop crying!" He kicked Lucius in the balls, hard. Lucius let out a strangled scream and tried to double over, but his hands were still bound behind the pillar. He lurched forward in vain, his injured shoulder screaming in protest. Alaster laughed, eyes flashing with sadistic delight. In a moment of sadistic brilliance, he kicked Lucius in the shoulder. Lucius convulsed, screaming. The waterworks restarted, earning him yet another kick, this time to the stomach. Lucius did not take his beating well, riding the waves of pain like a surfer mid seizure. "You'll be my little bitch. A dog. Maybe when you're good I'll even feed you. You can lick the shit out of my ass and drink my piss to wash it down. Maybe I'll even let you off the table so you can hump the wall to get off." Alaster towered over Lucius, who bowed his head in a poor attempt to cower. No matter how he tried, he couldn't hide his vulnerable body from his abuser's wrath. The stones dug into his back, and he felt the warm slickness of blood running down the back of his legs. "Look, Lu, now you're the one on your knees, screaming in pain. You should thank me for not making you take the pain without any restraints. You beat me and expected total obedience, no cowering and no blocking. Loving someone is dangerous, and you have to be prepared to lose them. You're weak, Lu, worthless..." Alaster trailed off for a second. "I think you've been a good little Kitten. I'll go with the second option, after all... Revenge is sweet, and my name's Karma." Alaster kicked Lucius between the legs again, eliciting a sharp howl of pain and thrashing from the tortured man at his feet. "I want you to beg me to fuck your daughter," Alaster snarled; "And then, you're going to beg me to fuck your ass and mouth. Beg me to fuck your little daughter, bitch!" "No, please, anything but that," Lucius gasped. "If you don't I'll just have to rape her. Believe me. If you make me rape her, she's going to be in a lot more pain than if you gave your consent, Kitten. If you don't tell me to go into that room and fuck her silly, I'm going to bring her in here and fuck her with a knife, stick a gun in her mouth, and pull the trigger. I'll stroke your meat until you're horny, and leave you with your daughter's dead body with your hands tied behind your back. I'll give you an electric collar and shock you until you fuck her corpse. Now beg, bitch!" "No, no, no, no, no," moaned Lucius, "please..." "I ordered you to beg, Kitten," Alaster said gently, rearing back and kicking Lucius again. Lucius tried to throw up, but nothing was in his stomach. He dry heaved. "Beg!" "Please don't do this," Lucius pleaded, "leave Nina alone." Alaster bent down to collect his knife. "I'll do it!" Lucius screamed. "You have my consent!" "I want you to repeat after me," Alaster growled. "Please, Master Alaster, fuck my daughter like a whore. I'm begging you, Master Alaster, shove your hot thick meat in her ass and cum in her cunt. Master Alaster, I beg of you, fuck my pretty daughter's face so hard her lips bleed." "I can't," whispered Lucius, "I can't do that!" "Let's start with something easier then." Alaster forced Lucius to look up, grabbing his chin and jerking it up. "Master, I want you to fuck me." "Master," Lucius whimpered, his voice soft, "fuck me." "Not good enough," Alaster scolded. "Say it how I say it, or your balls will be chopped off and I'll cut you a pussy. Master Alaster, I'm your little bitch." Lucius whined at the threat, but averted his eyes and nodded. "Master Alaster," Lucius said, "I'm your little bitch." "Now," Alaster told him, "say what I say. Master Alaster, I want you to fuck me so hard my ass splits open and I need stitches. Your kitten wants your beautiful cock to ram his throat." "Master Alaster, I want you to fuck me," Lucius echoed, tears streaming down his face. "I want you to fuck me so hard I need stitches. Y-Y-Your kitten wants your beautiful c-cock to ram his throat." "Beautiful," Alaster breathed. "Now say this. Master Alaster, I want you to fuck my daughter like a common whore and cum in her cunt. I'm begging you to take her doggystyle and then cum in her ass. I want you to slam your cock down her throat and force her to swallow you." "M-Master, I w-w-w-want you to f-f-fuck m-my d-d-d-d-da-daughter," Lucius trailed off, gasping for air, "l-like a co-common whoreandcuminhercunt." He was bright red, his eyes attempting to recreate the Nile. "Takeherdoggystyle... andcuminherass." He started crying harder. "Slamyourcockdownherthroat... andforcehertoswallow." "Doesn't count," Alaster decreed. He flipped a small digital camera over in his hands. "The camera wasn't ready. I want Nina to see this." Alaster only smiled when Lucius released a deafening wail. He aimed the camera at Lucius and hit record. "Fuck her! Cum in her! Up her ass, down her throat!" Lucius remembered the camera, "Just don't make me say it again." Unfortunately for Lucius, Alaster had long stopped recording. The satisfied blonde clicked the power button on the camera, slipped it into his pocket, and sauntered into the next room, leaving a wailing Lucius behind him. Revenge is sweet.