Madness

Zander woke up slowly, his mind and his vision blurry at first. But he didn�t need to be able to think or see to know where he was. He was, for all intents and purposes, home, and it scared him. Everything about it scared him. Even in his sleep he had been bombarded with nightmarish memories of his childhood. Memories that had quickly reminded him why his psyche had suppressed it all in the first place.

But there was one memory that alluded him at every turn. It wasn�t ever a memory, a sound, or a giggle, it was features of a face... Someone�s eyes. It had come to him slowly, but come it had.

Jusi.

His one and only confidant.

But she was more than just a confidant, theirs was a relationship beyond categorization. A connection so strong, so unbreakable, so infallible that he knew deep inside of himself that it was a sacred thing, something he had to keep to himself, something that he couldn�t turn off. Not even if he tried.

But he was having difficulty remembering her. Some things were fuzzy but others were as clear as day. He could recall the little things, the lilt in her voice, the smell of her hair, the sound of her voice as she cooed or sang him to sleep more times than he cared to remember, he loved that sound, but he hated the sound of her pleading for his life again and again. He could vividly remember the touch of her hand on his, the porcelain color of her skin, the way her full lips had smiled at him in a way that had made him hurt less. Maybe it was a way to mentally psych himself out, but it worked. Her smile was like medicine to him, he needed that, but he knew she was better off in heaven. He could remember her sandy brown hair with blonde flecks that glisten in the dim sun light that was allowed to flit through her room that he could barely make out through the folds of the silk scarf tied tightly around his head. Her hair was the longest he had ever seen on anyone ever, but he had only been seen 2 other woman in his life, but it was really long.

He could mentally visualize her face, everything except her eyes. He couldn�t remember her eyes. Master had never allowed him to see her face and had prevented it by blindfolding him, having him keep his head bowed to the floor, having her wear a thick black veil that she could see out of but he couldn�t see in, or even blindfolding her. Or Masters favorite, dimming the lights so much that she couldn�t see her hand in front of her face, but he could fairly well as his eyes were used to the dark and hers weren�t. His eyes could make out the outline of her face, but not her eyes, they were a mystery...

A part of him searched desperately in his mind for memories of her, trying to piece them together to make a mental image of her to keep in his head whenever he needed her. And he knew it would be soon, and probably often. He could remember touching her face one time, his eyes blindfolded, his body felt as though little electric shocks were pulsating through it again and again, and he had needed to touch something, anything, to reassure himself that he wasn't losing his mind. He had reached up and cupped her cheek with his hand. She had covered his hand, her slender fingers gently intertwining with his scabbed over fingers, the pads of his finger tips had medical tape and gauze around them from working so hard that his fingers had bled.

"Yous works so hard," she said her voice full of love and concern. "Yous works too hard, he works you too much." She paused, putting his palm against her face and shaking it. "I worries about yous."

Ever muscle in his body was tense and spasming uncontrollably rendering him immobile and unable to respond. He tried to talk but his jaw was clenched shut due to the spasms. He made a low guttural sound and whimpered in defeat.

"Shhh," she cooed taking her other free hand and caressing his face and wiping away the tears as the streamed down his cheeks. "Don�, push yous-self, yous only huwtin� yous-self more." She whispered, knowing that it was futile, that he was too far gone to hear the words she was saying only the sound her voice penetrated the pain.

"Don� fink about the pain, feel my face," she instructed, taking the hand that was against her cheek and caressing it so that he could feel the curves of her eyes, cheek bones, forehead, nose, lips and chin. As she moved to take his hand away she felt a little resistance and brought it back to her face for him to caress.

With a tiny grunt he forced his other hand, which had been clutching his stomach to rise to her face and feel her features as well.

She let out an excited laugh as he started to caress her features again and again. "There yous goes. Yous can do it." She whispered encouraging him to feel her features as much as he wanted. Tears started to trickle down her cheeks and he stopped to wipe them away for her.

"N-n-n-no c-c-c-c-c-cry f-f-f-f-for m-me." He grunted hoarsely.

She let out a sob of relief. "No sad tears, happy tears." She reassured him, taking his hand and pulling them to her lips. "Love tears. Nod sad tears."....

He could remember the feel of her features, her eyes, nose and cheeks, but did he deserve it? Part him, the more prevalent part of him, knew he didn�t deserve it. He didn�t deserve to remember her affection let alone her features. After all, he had facilitated her death. It was his fault. If he hadn�t been such an insignificant twit she wouldn�t have been killed and left on the road side.

It was an image that he would live with for the rest of his life-- however long that may be. He knew that, he accepted that, and in a bizarre borderline perverse way, he clung to it.

Seeing the image of her draped in only a bed sheet, her throat slit from ear and ear, had been what caused him to suppress any and all knowledge of his childhood. That one grisly image had forced his mind to abandon his youth and left him a confused, befuddled victim swaddled in only a bloodied sheet as he stumbled drunkenly down the highway in Florida singing "Happy Birthday" as he intermittently sobbed and hiccupped.

So to him, in a way, Jusi�s death had set him free. He would be forever thankful for that, but he would forever mourn her for that too. He had loved her so much, she had been the only person, besides Faith--but she hadn�t been around very much or for very long, that had showed him love and affection and had taken care of him when no one else could, or for that fact, would or cared enough to do so.

He still had no idea why she was so nice to him, why she does-- did so much for him. Or why Master had used her as a piece of leverage against him, as though she were a way to gain control over him. Surely Jusi hadn�t been connected to his bastard father too?

No, he refused to think such a calm and tender soul could be bought and sold without so much as a second thought.

She had been so good to him. She had never called him stupid or a bastard and when Master had deigned it appropriate, she had been the one to painstakingly teach him how to read. He closed his eyes tight, trying to remember when that had happened. To him it felt like a few months ago, but he realized that the time disparity was due to the repressed memories flooding back to him unchecked. It felt a few months ago, but he knew it had to have been years and years ago, but not long before her death.

Master was right, he was a murderer.

His blurry sight readjusted after a few minutes and he noticed that the lights were either turned on all the way, or his eyes were becoming accustomed to the dark. He feared it was the latter, and hoped it was the former, but he had a sinking suspicion that it was in fact the latter. He closed his eyes again and opened them with a start.

Master was crouching over him, a smug devious smile curving his lips. "Wakey, wakey, Sleepin Coni." He sneered. "Done yet?"

Zander nodded timidly, remembering to keep his eyes averted at all times.

"Good," He smiled, satisfied. "Now," he began in a very soft pleasant tone. "GET UP!" He roared, causing Zander to nearly jump out of his skin. "I SAID GET UP!!! "

"I�m sorry, I�m sorry." He whispered timidly, as he frantically grabbed onto the stone facings of the wall and pulled himself to his feet, his face contorted in the unconscionable pain his body felt at the sudden movements, but he made no sound other than a small grunt as he pulled himself up. Once on his feet he bowed his head, put his feet shoulder width apart, hands clasped in front of him and slouched his shoulders forward.

Cole noticed his stance with a victoriously boisterous laugh that rang off the walls and Zander�s ear drums. "You think you have this down pat, huh, Idiot?!" He barked.

"No, no, Master, n-never." He whispered, shaking his head.

Cole slapped him across the face so hard and out of the blue that it caused him to sway on his feet. But he made no move to touch the tender skin of his face. "And don�t you ever forget it, either." He warned, his voice sounding as deadly as a threat.

"Yes Master, never forget..."

Cole's face turned red with rage. He snatched Zander�s chin in between his thumb and pointer and squeezed with all of his might. "Are you getting indignant with me??" He demanded harshly.

Zander shook his head emphatically to the negative but could barely move his head at all because of the vice grip he had on his chin.

"HUH! HUH?" He barked, intensifying the hold on his chin so much so that Zander was sure that his jaw was about to be ripped off his face.

"No, M-master." He forced out, but just barely.

Maintaining the vice like grip on his chin he dragged Zander down to his knees with a thud. Zander grimaced, feeling even more as though his jaw were about to be yanked off his face.

"Down. On. Your. Knees." He hissed.

"I will not tolerate being mocked. Do you hear me? Especially by the likes of you!! Your FATHER mocked me and we see how THAT turned out didn�t we!!!" A flash of confusion flickered in Zander's eyes as Cole barked at him. But Cole didn't notice, or at least it seemed as though he didn't, for he took great satisfaction out of pulling Zander to his feet and dropping him to his knees, pulling him to his feet and dropping him suddenly, without warning, to his knees. "I CONTROL YOU! Do you GET that!!!" He roared, pulling Zander�s face within an inch of his own.

"Yes, Master, I�m sorry Master. Please forgive me, Master." He pleaded softly, his heart racing with confusion and fear.

Something flickered in Cole's eyes suddenly, he yanked his hand away from Zander causing him to wobble. He shook his head sharply and socked Zander in the gut with all of his might, causing him to double over in pain.

He let out a yelp as he sunk to the floor, holding his stomach.

He hadn't meant for it to go that far. He didn�t know what was coming over him. He knew what he was doing... Why had he done that? That was STUPID! He berated himself. "I'll finish this later," he growled dismissively, "Just don�t screw up." He ordered before kicking him in the gut and wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve of his black suit jacket before turning to leave.

Petra stood there, a mixture of concern and confusion written across her face. "You! You can deal out what I had planned! Just get this PEON out of my site! And see to it that he pays accordingly." He spat, knowing that she had probably witnessed his little irruption and knew that he had to retreat to regroup before she had an opportunity to take advantage of him. He just had to figure out what the HELL happened. He brushed past her and down the hall, knowing that he had to figure out what was happening before it got worse, or else 20 some odd years of planning would be down the crapper. 20 yrs of manipulating not only Coni and Jusi but Petra, Faith and Luis would have been all for not.

He couldn�t let that happen, not when it was all falling into place.

She watched him until he turned the corner before looking in the room. She cocked her head to the side and gazed at him as he laid there moaning and groaning. But she knew better, he was keeping it inside, it was a trait of the Alcazar men that every man for generations had inherited. Coni was no different.

She shook her head and walked down the hall in the opposite direction a little ways before pulling out her cell phone and hiding behind a pillar.

"... Yes, hello, Cree?... It�s Petra... Yes... THAT Petra..." She sighed, rolling her eyes. "No, I've got enough of that to tide me over until your next delivery. I need a favor." She held the phone away from her ear as the man cursed at her. "HEY! I�m a loyal customer. I expect preferential treatment here." She held the phone away again, but only for a second.

"You know you love me." She smiled deviously.

"My favor?... I need you to kidnap Faithy-Poo and Fowler." She pulled the phone away again. "Would you HUSH the hell up! God, you�d think I was asking you to break the LAW or something... Oh... OH! Well, OK, maybe I am asking you to breaking the law, but ya know what, it�s never bothered you before!" She listened impatiently then let out a heavy sigh.

"Sheesh, I can�t TELL you why because you�d get all moral and stuff.... Okay... Well, let�s put it this way, if I want to get laid any time soon it�s not going to happen if Cole kills the object of my obsession before I bed him...." she rolled her eyes and sighed heavily as she listened to Cree prattle on and on. "Well, deary between the damage that Cole�s inflicted and the damage that Cole is capable of inflicting on the kid he�s going to need medical attention... YES, I remember that Cole�s a doctor, and dammit I�d have him do it but he�s so HELL bent on killing him that he might just finish him off despite himself. So DO IT! The sooner the better."

She looked at her manicure as Cree explained his price. "Highway ROBBERY! But you�re worth it. I want them here by tomorrow afternoon no exceptions." She ordered before clicking off and sashaying back into the room. She stopped for a second to look around.

A shudder ran through her. She hated the "hall of fame" always had, and always would. She tried to ignore it as she crossed the room and knelt next to him.

His eyes popped open when he heard the clicking of heels across the stone floor. When she knelt beside him and leaned down and smiled at him he paled and tried to crawl away.

Her smile widened at his reaction. "Aww... How sweet, you remember me... Or should I say you remember our sex-kipades." Her smile, while warm and inviting, belied the cold inside of her. She was best known for her almost life consuming drug addiction, an addiction that Cole all too happily fed. But she had her moments, some lucid, some kind, most happened when she was straight, which was rare, very rare. Her short platinum blonde hair was low maintenance, that was probably the only thing low maintenance about her. She was trouble, and her brand of Trouble was spelt S-E-X.

She had her reasons for hating Zander, many were the same as Cole�s, some were far far different, and some were lies that Cole had fed her to insight her hatred, some where blatant over-exaggerations that were as transparent as Cole�s ulterior motives. But she didn't know that. Not yet at least.

She reached out to caress his face, he shuddered at the touch, she couldn�t help but smile. "Oh, I may repulse you now, but when I get done with you, your going to be begging for it, craving my body next to yours... Especially if you don�t make me happy..." She cooed running her hand through his hair. He shuddered, closing his eyes tighter. "Ah, I see you remember the deal. But remember. It goes for both me and Cole."

She smiled as she toyed with his hair, she was many things, an under educated sex fiend, a drug addict, co-conspirator and partner in crime, but stupid-- she was not.

She knew something that not even Cole knew. Living with Cole was sometimes unbearable, but you didn�t live with him day in and day out and not learn a thing or two about psychology. Like, if you put a child through enough trauma that his personality will eventually splinter off into one or more personalities. She had seen it happen two times and she could see it in his eyes, one was back, the other was gone.

He was laying on his side, his head bowed, trying to keep his head bowed enough to appease her, but she crooked her finger and brought his chin up so that she could look at his eyes. "Coni?" She queried. "Where did Zander go?" She asked in a plaintive tone.

He stopped moaning for a second and looked at skeptically. "Promise you won�t tell?" He asked, his eyes darting around the room, to make sure that Cole wasn�t hiding around the corner.

"I won�t tell a soul." She wouldn�t tell Cole, that was too easy. For once in her life she was going to know more than him, damn it. She was going to do it right this time.

"I sent him away." He whispered breathlessly, his hand cradled midsection. "He won�t feel nothing I do. I made sure of it. He�s gone now."

Petra caressed his cheek again and nodded. "That�s a good boy." She cooed. "Now, you realized that we can�t be friends, right?" He looked away sadly and nodded. "But I want you to know, that no matter what happens, or how I hurt you, that I'll never tell anyone that he�s hiding okay?"

He raised his head a little and then laid it back down on the floor and nodded. "I understand." He did, but he didn�t. She could be nice. She could be so cruel. If confused him even more than Cole did.

She had her reasons, he wasn�t Luis. In her book Luis was a bastard. Zander was a pawn. A pawn she used and manipulated. And she was someone he was to fear and obey. But that didn�t necessarily mean she had to put him under Cole�s thumb.

"Good, now get up, we have to start."

He gulped. "Now?"

She nodded. "Yes, otherwise it�s going to hurt even more."

He let out a long breath and struggled to stand, his hands still cradling his stomach. She, at least until they were out in the hall, helped him, then once out in the hall she began to pull him down the hallway, making it look like it hurt more than it actually did.

When they got to the bathroom he looked at her and asked. "Do you hate me?"

She considered the question, and the young boy stuck in a young mans body that stood before her. "No, I don�t hate you. I hate what you represent to me. And one day, a looong time from now, you�re going to understand what that means." He nodded, hoping it was true as she shoved him into the room.

He stumbled over his own bare feet and crashed down to his knees, his hands came out and barely kept him from hitting the deep deep old fashioned Victorian bathtub in the center of the room.

He pulled away harshly as the rancid smell invaded his nostrils. It reminded him of... "You remember this one, eh?" She asked curiously. "Cause I sure all hell don�t!" She grumbled looking around the room wearily. The smell was rancid and it was coming from the tub. Surely they wouldn't ...

Her thoughts were cut off as Max and Miles, two a Cole�s most devious and cruel guards, entered the room and headed straight for Zander. He tried to back up, to escape them, he knew what they were going to do. He didn�t want that. He desperately didn�t want that.

Panic shot through Petra, It�s times like these I really wish I were high! she thought to herself wryly. "Don't fight them Coni, it'll only make it worse!" She called out to him from where she stood leaning against the wall, her hands shaking. She wasn�t sure if it was from cravings or fear. She REALLY wanted it to be from a really bad craving, but something told her that wasn't what it was from.

Following her advise he gave up, dropping to his knees, knowing that his fate was sealed and that no matter the amount of begging or pleading was going to change that or influence them. These men were merciless. They were cruel. They were part of Cole�s crew.

The bulkier of the two, Miles, slammed him face first, down against the cobble stone floor causing him to see stars.

"HEY!" Petra called out. "That was a little uncalled for Miles!"

He ignored her and roughly pulled a muzzle over his head and strapped it harshly against his mouth while the smaller guard, Max, got out a needle half full a milder version of Versed and gruffly pulled up on the skin between his shoulder blades and injected him. It wouldn't completely keep him from moving but it would cause his movements to be much more lethargic and weak.

"What was that! Cole didn�t tell me anything about drugging him..." the guard shot her a dirty look.

"You didn�t even..."

Miles yanked his head up by his hair and hissed into his ear. "Just thought you�d like to know that the more you fight the more likely one of those ten is going to die."

A look a pure panic filled his eyes as looked at Petra in desperation. His chest heaved, �Those aren�t the rules though, I have to fight, if I don�t fight they�ll just scrub harder. The rules contradict themselves. If I fight one dies if I don�t fight the bath will never end. I don�t understand. I don�t understand!!�

They knew that he would fight otherwise they would scrub until they had scrubbed his skin off. Those were the rules.

Petra could only look away as they forcefully undressed him, yanking and pulled and tearing at his clothes. His only outfit. Cole was going to be pissed, and as usual, he was going to take it out on Zander.

They forced him to kneel in front of the tub. "Remember what�s in here? Well, since you can't talk I'll remind you. One part each of peroxide, iodine, lemon juice, campho-fenique, rubbing alcohol, bleach, and about 9 gallons of boiling hot hot water.... Oh wait, we've added a little something that we have now that we didn't before," he got as close to his ear as possible and whispered in a voice so low that only Zander could hear. "The harshest, most abrasive, most pain inducing corrosive soap on the market."

He looked at her desperately, but knew that if she interfered that she would die. All because of him. All because of him. He turned to the guard and shook his head no. Max nodded yes and Miles tightened the muzzle so that it was almost airtight, but just enough so that he could breathe out and not get chemicals in it.

In one swift move they picked up him and dropped him in, jumping back so that the corrosive combination wouldn't splash on them.

When they pulled on the rubber gloves that went up to their armpits and reached for their scrubbers Petra had just about had enough. "WHAT THE HELL!!"

"New orders from the boss."

"But those are..."

"We know what they are Petra." Miles ground out impatiently.

"You�re using fucking SOS PADS on him!! That�s not going to clean his wounds! That�s going to rub his FUCKING SKIN OFF!!" She spat incredulously. It was at a times like this that she usually would have killed for a hit of speed or something, But she couldn't. Not until Faith got there. She had to be the RESPONCIBLE ONE!!!! Damn my immaturity! If I weren't so fucking dependent on drugs I might actually be fit for polite society! she berated herself as she was forced to stand there and do nothing.

Zander was fighting the losing end of the fight, the muscle relaxer was causing his moving to be slow and lethargic and only gave them more of an opportunity to hurt him. They could hear him screaming despite the muzzle and the guards were under orders to make him as uncomfortable as humanly possible.

It was bad enough for Petra to have to see him splashing around in a vein attempt at defending himself but to have to hear it too? It was enough to drive her mad.

The steam rolled off the top of the tub as though it were dry ice as he moved back and forth, his arms lamely smacking away at them. They laughed at him. They LAUGHED at him and more than once one of them would hold their hand over the muzzle and dunk him for affect.

Of all the cruel and unusual things that she had done and inflicted on him all those years ago, she had never been so completely out of her mind as to further his strife by LAUGHING at him. What she was watching was 100000 times worse than anything she had ever done and even she--Queen of all things sick and twisted-- was sickened by it.

Finally she had to turn away, because she knew they were going to do it again and again and again until he stopped fighting.

It felt like an eternity before they finally relented. She turned around and could see the steam rolling off his red and irritated skin.

Max stood up and threw down his SOS pad. "Finished." He spat, almost relieved to have it over with as his hands were beginning to be affected by the compounds in the water.

Tears of relief cascaded down his cheeks unchecked, but as he tried to set up Miles grabbed his shoulders and submerged him for 10 seconds before bringing him back up, wrapping his fore arm around his throat and pinning him to the tub with his arm.

"For the love of God! Let. Him. Up!" She shouted from across the room. She would have crossed the room, but even from where she stood against the far wall she could see the pinkish hue the water had turned and feared that if she got any closer she would see how much worse it was.

She didn't know how right she was. All of the chemicals individually helped wounds heal, except for the lemon juice and bleach. But together they mixed and mingled and made any and all movement torturously painful for him.

"Can't, not until the water cools down."

A small but audible sob rose from Zander. Miles sharply tightened his strangle hold to get him to shut up.

"You have to let him out, damn it."

"No, I don�t" He hissed.

"Do it Miles, if you don�t let him go right now you will pay for it later." She growled, crossing the room. When she stopped at the tub she leaned her hands against the side and leaned across the water. Her eyes burned from the fumes but it only made her blue eyes that more intense.

"I can't." He insisted, feeling as though stuck in between a rock and primal fear.

Her hands moved to the sides and she leaned over farther, ignoring the frantic pleading looks that Zander was throwing her. "Do it now or you'll experience the pain that Coni is feeling ten fold."

He narrowed his eyes. "You wouldn't dare."

Zander was trying desperately to block everything out, but between the searing pain that was shooting throughout his entire body and the incredible heat of the water he didn�t stand a chance. He noticed Petra taking a glance at the water and paling and he too glanced down, only to feel himself go dizzy. The pinkish hue was darkening by the second and he knew that his wounds weren't any better off than they had been earlier. With the exception of the wax in his back witch they had more than gladly scrubbed out (i.e. he had half expected them to impale him with the SOS pad they had been scrubbing so hard.) his entire body felt like one HUGE pea tree dish just waiting for an infection to flare up.

"Try me." Her cool response came getting his attention. It was hard to keep his eyes open. But as tired as he was, he was afraid to fall asleep, afraid that he might not wake up.

"I have a fucking job to do Petra! I have my orders!!" He countered.

"Then move on to the next step DAMN IT!"

He shook his head. "It ain't for a lady�s eyes."

She closed in on him, to close for his comfort, getting into his personal space. His body tensed, his hold on Zander intensifying. Zander momentarily struggled as his wind pipe was being closed.

It caught Petra�s attention and she reached over and squeezed the guards shoulder muscle until his hold loosened. "I am many things, but a Lady is not one of them." She hissed right into his ear, finally letting go of his shoulder.

A shudder ran through his body. She meant business. Petra didn't notice his shudder, but she had noticed Zander�s. She wasn't entirely sure what it meant, but it obviously meant that she had spent to much time stoned out of her mind to notice this little �ritual�.

"So be it," he conceded. He let Zander go just long enough for Zander to take a deep breath before taking him by the scruff of his neck and dragging him out of the tub and down the hall, sopping wet, bleeding, and stark naked.

Petra followed, her long black skirt flowing behind her, a pit of uncertainty growing inside her gut.

�Why don't I remember this ritual?! Where the HELL was I when this was happening!� she pondered as she hurried down the hall.

When they arrived at her final destination the guard rough fully shoving Zander to the ground. Zander landed with a moan but made no move to get back up. He was all to familiar with what came next.

Petra was about to ask what was going on when Max came into the room holding a huge water hose.

He looked at Petra and then at Miles. "Now?" He asked.

"Full blast." He nodded. Petra quirked a curious eyebrow.

"OKAY!" He shrugged before flipping the switch and pointing the hose at Zander.

Zander only screamed once, then the initial shock from the force of the jet sprayer wore off he clamped his teeth down hard and swallowed the pain and tears because he knew that crying would only serve to further their joy at his humiliation.

"What the---"

"Got to get the chemicals off somehow." Miles shrugged as he watched a little to happily for her liking.

It wasn't too bad until Max started walking towards him which made the jet force of the spray that much more intense in its velocity. When he could take it no more he yelled, "Please MASTER! It HURTS!!!" But it came out in mumbles as the muzzle prevented him from speaking.

"What? Make it hurt? OKAY!" He cackled coming within inches of his body the intensity so powerful he let an anguished cry out, curled up to protect himself and covered his head with his arms.

"THAT�S ENOUGH!" Petra roared shocking both men.

"What did you say?"

"You heard me. That�s enough!"

He quickly turned off the water and let the nozzle drop to the floor.

"Why Petra, I do believe you�ve gone soft in your old age." He sneered.

"No, I haven�t. I fully intend to take him later. What you were doing was just plain spiteful. And besides that he had no way to defend himself and as far as I remember he�s always suppose to be given that opportunity isn't he?" She narrowed her eyes. "This isn�t part of Cole�s orders is it?" She demanded walking over to him and checking on him. He was still curled up, and coughing as the water dripped off his body and onto the floor.

"Y-yes, yes it is." Miles stammered.

"Who the hell are you?" Max demanded, angrily. "And what the hell have you done with our Petra? Are you Faithy-Poo? Because if you are..."

"No, I�m not my do-gooder-must-save-the-world-to-make-up-for-the-screws-ups-I've-made-in-the-past identical twin sister. You know exactly who I am. And it�s called compassion you imbecile, and NO one here seems to give a damn about him, someone has to make sure that the whole lot of us doesn't end up killing him before this stupid ass plan of Cole�s is through!" --God I need to get high-- she thought to herself with an aggravated sigh.

"Whatever, are you going to stay for the finale?" Miles asked as he moved toward Zander who could only lamely crawl away until he was backed himself into a corner.

Miles was laughing at him, chuckling at how he had blocked himself into a corner.

Zander shrunk down to the floor and looked at his tormentor for mercy but he could tell that he had no intention of showing him any lenience, as Miles got down on his knees.

"He-e-e-ere Coni Coni, here boy, good Coni. Right where I want you." He taunted him menacingly. Suddenly he attacked, grabbing Zander�s muzzle and jerking it off with one hand while the other unzipped his pants. He quickly grabbed him by the hair and brought him down on his already erect cock.

"Do it!" He demanded, roughly popping the back of his head with his hand. "DO IT!!"

Zander had to fight his gag reflex as his cock was forced into his mouth but then forced himself to do as his other �master� instructed him, even allowing Miles to control his heads movements and following his every command.

Harder

Faster

Suck it SUCK IT!

It all made him feel sick to his stomach.

More.

MORE.

MORE!

Miles was enjoying himself, popping him upside the head whenever he wanted more or just to fluster him. He was yanking him around by his hair up and down and up and down.

When Zander felt him harden he tried to pull away but Miles forced his entire cock into his mouth and almost down his throat.

"SWALLOW!" He moaned. "Swallow it ALL!" He bellowed yanking his hair harder and harder until he felt him sucking it all down. He let out a laugh. "Just like old times huh?" He whispered, leaning down and whispering into his ear as he swallowed the swill.

He sputtered at first gagging and throwing it up as soon as it hit his throat but Miles never let go of his head, firmly forcing his head to stay where it was.

�Master� was in ecstasy, his head rolled back and his chest heaving with the release. When the euphoria had lapsed he started to caress Zander�s hair. "Clean up crew." He intoned, almost sounding perversely affectionate.

He forced him to suck and lick until he had swallowed all of the cum off his balls and dick and was �satisfied� in every way.

Zander hadn't even noticed the smaller man, Max, binding his hands together until �Master Miles� released the hold he had on his head and got up off the floor.

"MY TURN!!" Max chimed in and lunged at him, startling him, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him over to a chair so that he could do as Miles had done. He forced Zander to accept his cock into his mouth and wrapped his legs around his neck, crossing his legs, his knees forcing Zander�s mouth even further down over his cock.

He didn't even attempt to fight the second time as he reminded himself of all the innocent lives at risk.

If he didn't obey someone would die. He did as ordered and was complying totally until Miles snuck around the two, who had somehow moved a little away from the corner, and began to rub rubbing alcohol in to the wounds on his back again.

He jerked away but was quickly forced back to task.

"You�re going to be awfully sorry about that." Max snarled as he pounded his head with his fist before running his hands through his hair and forcing his cock further into his mouth.

When Max came there was momentary relief because his euphoria forced him to suck harder.

"SUCK IT! SUCK IT DRINK IT ALL UP!" He howled with miraculous laughter.

When he had sucked and swallowed all the cum of his cock he allowed Zander�s head up but didn't let go of his hair.

"You disobeyed. I say we make him pay. You know, a freebie."

Miles stopped rubbing his back and smiled up at his friend mischievously. "What do you have in mind?"

"Mind blowing SEX!" He whispered his eyes lighting up.

"HEY NOW!" Petra called from the back of the room, startling the men, they had forgotten she was there.

"Isn't it my turn?" She asked seductively. Both men looked at her as though she were totally out of her mind. "What? Did you really think that I would pass up an opportunity to take a stroll down memory lane with him?" Neither man answered as they slowly back away.

She snickered inwardly as she discarded her lacy black thong and sauntered over to where he sat, her movements allowed the skirt to move leaving little to nothing to the imagination. She glanced over her shoulder at the men that had lusted after her for years, and smirked at their obvious arousal.

She turned back to Zander and inwardly sighed, Might as well add a little pleasure to his pain, she reasoned. The Versed, even in it's milder form, was still in his system. He could barely move so she had to assist him.

His body felt leaden, the only control he had was of head and neck and even that was limited. He could feel what was happening but it was more like an out of body experience than anything else. As she pulled him up from his sitting position he tried to look up and see who was there, but his head merely swung a little before he gave up and allowed his head to hang limply.

She grunted as she deposited him in a hard wood seat, his hands still bound, despite the fact that he could not move them, hanging limply behind him against his mangled and gnarled back.

"You boys don't mind giving us a moment, do you?" She asked, sounding almost innocent and pure, two things that she definitely wasn't.

"He has to pay." Groused Max sounding like a spoiled brat.

That probably wasn't what he wanted to say, as he had sounded both envious and angry at the same time. Maybe they'll be jealous of you, Coni. She thought morbidly.

"I'll make him pay." She assured him, lifting Zander's chin up with the palm of her hand, he eyes were barely open and he could barely keep them open that much. She grimaced, allowing his head to ease itself down again. She looked again at the men and almost laughed at their squirming. Max got out some rope and approached them, he fully intended on enjoying this moment and wanted no complications to take away from it. He noticed her glaring at him as he tied his feet to the legs of the chair and shrugged it off.

Zander was trying not to throw up. He had his eyes closed concentrating on keeping the rolling of his stomach from taking over and forcing the bile he had he just swallowed back up. He forced himself to remain calm as her finger nails ran down his chest and torso. He remained as still and cooperated as much as he could as he was pulled to his feet dragged a little bit across the room sat down in a hard chair, his legs forced apart and his feet were tied to the legs of the chair.

He heard shifting and muttering but was too concentrated on keeping his stomach calm to pay attention to the conversation going on around him.

"What now?" Max asked, as he stood next to Zander, quietly wishing it were him instead of the boy sitting there ready to be savaged by Petra.

"Yeah, what now?" Miles asked, more anxiously. It was all she could do to keep from rolling her eyes, these two men were so transparent. That and they knew that this was as close to her screwing them as they were EVER going to get. "We need too...umm. Yeah, we need to keep an eye on the twit to make sure that he doesn;t throw up or anything." He added quickly, though she knew it to be an utter lie.

Petra sighed. "Voyers, huh? I think we can handle that." She lifted his face once more. "Can't we Coni." She whispered in a husky voice, her fingers gently caressing the skin of his jaw and throat.

Max backed away quickly, joining Miles across the room and pulling up a chair. 'We have a fricken AUDIANCE!' she thought to herself humorlessly.

Zander's eyes popped open wide as she lifted her skirt and strattled his hips. He gasped audibly at the sensation of naked flesh against his. Her skin was cool and soft and his felt like it were on fire. "Yes, Mistress," He rasped his voice barely above a whisper.

She raked her hands through his wet and tossled hair and let them rest on the back of his skull right behind his ears, his wet hair between her fingers so that she could move his head at will.

She was just about to kiss him when he whispered those two words. She pulled back and looked pained as she gazed down upon his face. She took the opportunity to pull him up closer to her so that his body wasn't against the unsmooth and splinter-ridden wooden back of the chair. She bent her head and stated nibbling on his neck, moving up to his ear.

"No need for the formalities with me, Coni boy. It's not like we are strangers." She whispered into his ear only loud enough for him to hear.

"I-I'm sorry." He apologized breathlessly, inwardly begging that she not rat him out because he knew it cost someone their life.

"Oh honey, it's okay, just don't let it happen again." She cooed before shifting his head and consuming his lips.

His lips parted easily and eagerly accepted her mouth and tongue as she coyly teased him with her hands still moving his head whenever and wherever she so pleased. She shifted her hips to arouse him then and then again so that their bodies connected their lips never once breaking contact.

She looked over his shoulder at a well placed mirror in the back of the room and almost laughed out loud. She could tell that they were watching shamelessly and were cursing her long black skirt for inhibiting their view pleasure. But neither had the cajoles to speak up as they knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, not to mention the closest they were ever going to get to actually sleeping with either Petra or Faith.

He was fighting conflicting emotions; with both himself for allowing it to happen in the first place, with her, for taking advantage of him and the guards for making him swallow their cum. And resignation, knowing that this-- while not of his own choosing-- was his place in life now. The submissive sex toy to all the masses, or at least who Master or Petra ordered. That is, he would be submissive as long as he wanted his loved ones to live. Desperation, how did it get to this point?? Where had he lost control? And oddly, relief. Not so much in the fact that Petra was fucking him in front of his two burly tormenters, but in the fact that in some small perverse way Petra was giving him a release. An emotionally cathartic outlet for his body or-- more aptly his body's tensions not to mention the emotional relief that following the cumming.

However, the most prevalent of the emotion that rampaged through not only his his psyche, but his heart and soul was as that of resignation.

This was his life now.

Cole's guinea pig/bed partner (it hadn't come to that yet, but he knew it was inevitable.)

Petra's plaything.

The guards muse.

And the catalyst that meant either life or death for ten of his closest friends.

Who would want him, let alone love him after all he had seen and done? After all the people that had died because of him? All the lives he had ruined?

No one.

Not even himself.

They're bodies moved as one and she was impressed that he could so easily revert to the way he had been before, easily controlled, malleable, and eager to please. Her hips gyrated as they continued to kiss. He kept his eyes closed as her hands moved his head from side to side. It kind of worried her as men are visual creatures but maybe it was for the best, as she knew how he felt about being owned and the weight that it left on his heart.

She pulled away from the kiss and trailed her lips down his throat and collar bone being mindful all the while of the tender flesh that had just recently been irritated around his neck.

Zander opened his eyes and looked at Max and Miles as her gyrations began to stir him. They glared at him with such vehemence that he felt an involuntary shudder come over him. It was made even worse by Max who made a motion to him his finger cutting from one side of his throat to the other.

When he gasped Petra sat back up and noticed that his eyes were glassy and he was shaking, but he had yet to cum so she peered over his shoulder and into the mirror just in time to see Miles mimic the same motion that Max had just made.

Had she not been in the middle of something she would have gotten up and throttled them then and there. But she couldn't just leave in the middle. So pulling him closer and kissing him harder, forcing all of his attentions toward her, she put her thumb and forefinger in the shape of a gun and over her shoulder "clicked" it twice directly at their reflections. They had no right to threaten him. They were Cole's guards but they were not Coni's Master.

He gasped as his body hardened and began to react to hers.

She leaned her forehead against his and cooed. "Don't you worry you gorgeous little head about them hurting you. I'll protect you." She captured his lips again, kissing him passionately. "Just let me and Faithy-Poo worry about that stuff."

"Thank you, thank you." He whispered breathlessly between kisses.

"Sshhh." She whispered. "Just close your eyes and let go." He did as told and she pulled closer her body taking all of him in as his body started to become aroused. His breathing became labored his shoulder muscles tightening, straining as though he wanted to touch her and bring her even closer, if humanly possible.

He was scared. Afraid to get to involved, to feel too much. To need it as much as he did. To crave the release. Afraid that she would leave him hard, allowing the guards to do as they pleased for however long as they pleased.

He grunted when it hit, stilling her lips on his. His hear rate so rapid and loud he thought for sure that the guards could hear it palpitating across the room. He let his forehead relax against her in exhaustion. "Thank you." He whispered so that only she could hear it. "T-thank you."

She smiled, caressing his cheek and hair once more. "Don't worry, you'll pay me back." She assured him. He nodded, knowing it was true. He owed her. He owed her BIG.

She pulled him close, not bothering to get off of him, and allowed him to rest his weary head on her shoulder. He needed to sleep and soon. But knowing "Dumb and Dumber" they would want to play. Zander wasn't up to it. And she had a feeling that despite the fact that this was NOT what Cole had had in mind that they were fully intent on doing more.

Max cleared his throat causing Zander's muscles to tense up. She was going to protect him from these idiots one way or the other. But would it be enough to save his soul?

All she knew was that her sister was going to be there in less than 24 hours. And it was a damned good thing too.

Because she's wasn't the responcible one!!! That's for damn sure.

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