Endgame Part 7 the pieces fall into place part 2
18:11 Feb 26 2010
Times Read: 650
Based on the Characters created by Angelus And Lady of Dragon Rose from the short story “An Ordinary Day” written by Angelus and continued by Lady Of Dragonrose and Angelus.
*For Adults Only
Celine, once proud mistress in her own hard fought way, now stood naked with a black leather collar strapped to her neck, that was attached by chain to a bracket high above, her body sore and tight.
Her face appeared serene as if she were in a trance. And although naked, with raised lines criss-crossed across her thigh’s and buttocks, she held herself well; abuse wasn’t something she was a stranger to but she had learned to keep her pain under control. Celine would die before she gave Yumi that satisfaction.
She stared hard at Yumi’s pet Sandrine. If anyone were going to be paid back for this it would be Sandrine. Of course, she would be expected to, for her betrayal. And, given time, she would plan Yumi’s punishment. If she ever got out of this mess, that is.
She thought of David. Sweet in his own way but he could be very cold and calculating. He never went into court with out a plan. And nine times out of ten, he had usually won. And then there was Rachel, she had more secrets than anyone and the only one privy to that was Celine. She relied on Rachel to keep a cool calm level head. And hoped she had, especially now. David’s anger was one she was sure no one wanted to risk.
She thought of John, their past was one of heated arguments, neither one backing down. Some of their arguments would surely be marked down as world war three ready to erupt. But through it all, they had remained fast friends. John was just as calculating and NO ONE pushed him around. That was unheard of. But it was coming to that.
She thought of Jared and Ben. Two of her masters that she had trained herself. Jared was tall and handsome and stealthy; Ben, sweet but just as hard as Jared. They had taught and loved their slaves as much as Celine loved hers. Both men had grown under Celine’s hands and they in turn gave her love and respect. No one could hold a candle to the petite Mistress with quick hands and smokey brown eyes.
Celine sighed.. She caught Sandrine’s eyes and gave her a warning, “Your day will come Sandrine, its not to late to undo this. John may not hate you as much if you do.” Celine said.
Sandrine shook her head sadly; she knew if her Mistress wouldn’t get what she wanted, everyone would have hell to pay.
An explosion was coming and how she would get out of her own mess was a mystery. All she knew was pain was definitely going to be a part of it.
Sandrine looked out the window, another day gone.
Whilst, across town, Chevy Markham, self appointed bodyguard and bar manager at Marley’s, the bdsm club his boss, John Summers owned, sat in the dark corner of the bar, hiding in the shadows.
He had been waiting patiently for someone.
Yet Chevy couldn’t just sit while all this was going on and had called John, to tell him of the betrayal of his young lover Sandrine; and his disloyalty, because the money just didn’t set right with Chevy.
He sat back with his glass of whiskey in his hand, pondering that this was coming down to choosing sides. While he admired Celine, his loyalty was to John. He owed John the very life he now had hung on to with all he had. It had been rough. But he knew there was another path: and there wouldn’t have been if John hadn’t shown him a way out.
He raised his glass in salute as he threw back the shot. The whiskey, burning his throat as it went down. He licked his lips and called for another. John had called him from Marley’s and asked him to wait for Navarre. Chevy’s eyebrows had risen at that. He hadn’t heard or seen Navarre since their days in France, ‘when times had been very different’, he thought wryly, wondering if Alice knew that Navarre was coming. More than anyone, she would have an opinion on the Spaniard being brought in.
He looked up just in time to see Navarre standing in the doorway. Navarre was a big man, muscular with a black goatee and shoulder length black hair pulled up in a tight ponytail at the nape of his neck, his eyes a deep cold blue. Chevy waved him over and ordered two instead of one.
The big fellow walked over Chevy stood up and shook Navarre’s massive hand. This guy could kill you if he ever laid a hand on you. Chevy didn’t want to test that theory.
“Summers in a jam huh?” Navarre asked. The man was bilingual and, though he spoke English, he did so with a slight accent, which gave his every word a quiet menace.
Chevy looked at him eye to eye: “Yeah and its Yumi causing the problem,” he stated. And, Chevy filled in Navarre on the kidnapping of Celine and Navarre whistled deep.
“Yumi thinks she’s going to come out top dog on this one,” Chevy proffered.
“I think I have the solution to finish Yumi once and for all,” Navarre retorted, a slight smile spreading across his hard, handsome face; “It would be a pleasure meeting Mistress Yumi.”
Navarre had been waiting for years to get even and his smile widened, at that thought. Chevy watched him for a moment and, smiled back. ‘This day was getting better and better’, he mused.
He called John: “It’s in motion.”
John replied “Get back to Marley’s… now!”
Both men rose to leave, with Chevy paying the bar bill and walked into the sunlight.
End Game part 6 The Pieces Fall Into Place
14:30 Feb 15 2010
Times Read: 660
The doors to Marley's was locked. The sign that hung in the window said closed. It had been closed for a few days and the regulars in the BDSM community knew something was going on. The less they knew the better, but knew that a storm was brewing: How it would end would be very nasty. The club was a popular place to the local BDSM community. Owned and operated by John Summers, known affectionately with the more accepted name as 'The Major"
He sat back in his chair behind the massive desk, having been cleaning out for the new owner that had just bought the club. Summers had planned to give up this life he had held close to for more years than anyone could care to guess. To be with the one he truly loved. Yet that seemed out of the question now. No one really knew just how long he had been in the lifestyle. He was just always there. And in their circle, that was just fine.
He looked at the faces that stood around the desk. He was looking at the men and women that would risk what they had, to save one of their own. Celine had been the one Mistress that most aspired to be. Her slaves grew to love her, respect her. But make no mistake; She could be as hard as nails. While she gave out punishments like no other, her punishments were played out to her slave's weaknesses. Her slaves grew in their role. She pointed them in a path that seemed right.
Rachel, Celine's assistant sat quietly in her chair. She knew, being in front of the Masters of their craft, to speak only when spoken to. The fire in her dark eyes spoke of what she would do to her countrywoman, the Asian woman known as Yumi. The rules were changed. Rachel, was alpha female in the house that she shared with Celine, and David. David was Celine's male slave, tall, good-looking and a lawyer as well. John looked at Ben and Jared, two of Celine's protégé's. They were Master's in their own right. Alice, Trevor and Alex were slaves. Little Alice he looked at affectionately. She smiled at him with the same affection. But he knew her loyalty was with her beloved Master Jared.
Celine had been taken a few nights ago by an ambulance, arranged by Yumi and John Summer's skinny lover, Sandrine. In Yumi's eyes, Celine was her enemy. Celine had been taken as her prisoner in hoping to get some measure of payback for all those years that she had felt looked down on, by others. And, until Celine came along Yumi had been Grand Mistress, although in reality, Yumi didn't have the polish or the respect that one needs to become a high Mistress. She ruled by fear. In her world, 'What Yumi wanted, she usually got.' That had been until Celine had entered her world, and things had changed for her. But now, she had sought payback.
Sweat giving a sheen to his dark skin, David broke the silence, "Whats next? Do we go in there and take her or what? This waiting game is for the birds." He was no longer sulky, here you could tell he was angry. Rachel, gave David the 'shut up or else' look. Rachel was alpha and he gave way to her because of her status but this time he had to say something. The waiting was so hard to handle.
"We wait". John said. Yumi had a bargaining chip. She knew she could exchange Celine for what she desired more, Money. Power. One thing Yumi would never get would be respect. But in her mind, 'who cared about respect when you were in power?'
Trevor had found were Celine was being held. And had called ahead to let them know. Then he had been instructed to come to Marley's so they could begin some kind of rescue. Alice had thought to call the police. While most would agree that should have been done, the less people knew about this the better. They would handle it their way.
John smiled as he looked at all of them. Dressed in vanilla clothing, it was hard to tell who were Master and Slave. They learned to blend in with society. In their society they had their roles. Each one accepted the dominance of their Mistress, or Master.
Yumi knew too much. In John's eyes, Yumi was pushing and pushing hard, and although the scales were tipped in her favour for now, he was prepared to play a waiting game, for now; while he waited to hear Yumi's demands.
Yet John, whose patience wasn't all that great to begin with, abruptly realized doing something had to be better than just waiting; so calmly picked up the phone.
He dialled a number and waited for the response. A cheerful woman had answered the phone. John's eyes went hard and cold as he spoke the name of the person he wished to talk to.
"Put Navarre on the phone," He said in that calm, deeply resonant tone and, Alice's eyes went wide... She knew that name. And across the room Jared looked at Alice's reaction.
She shook her head and waited, listening to John's conversation.
End Game Part Five15:18 Feb 08 2010
Times Read: 682
Based on the Characters created by Angelus And Lady of Dragon Rose from the short story “An Ordinary Day” written by Angelus and continued by Lady Of Dragonrose and Angelus.
*For Adults Only
She was asleep, then awake; just like that.
There was bright sunlight shafting through a gap in the drapes; and she could see thousands of dust motes floating in its light.
She blinked, several times, in part to get the sleep out of her eyes, whilst assuring herself that she was in reality.
"Celine" A harsh voice called to her. Celine's vision began to clear as she saw Sandrine standing in the corner, looking at someone. Celine's shoulders began to ache. As she realized her arms had be cuffed above her on a bar and her legs were spread wide, shackeled to the floor
In front of her was Yumi, Her face contorted with hate at the woman she had tied up. "wake up Celine" Yumi carried her in right hand a crop, which she began to trial it over Celine's body. It finally registered in Celine's mind what the hell was going on. As the realization hit her, Yumi took the crop and hit Celine Hare, Celine quickly yelp as the angry red mark began to rise up on her copper skin. She Knew she was in trouble.
Celine stared straight ahead. She knew the ritual of being a slave. As she had started out as one years ago. She would not give Yumi that satisfaction she craved. She enjoyed watching her slaves in pain. Pain she knew how to give very well. And at last, her enemy as she percieved Celine was now at last, her prisoner. To do what she wanted. But Yumi had other plans for Celine.
"I see Sandirine turned out to be your lap dog"
Celine sneered at Yumi. Knowing no mater what she would have said would have sat Yumi off. So if things were going to go badly, Then Celine would make sure she would go out her way and not Yumi's She would fight back. But her only hope lay in the fact others would miss her and come looking.
Yumi walked over to Sandrine and petted the young girl, now dressed as her slave, the black collar she wore around her neck fit too snugly and Sandrine had allowed Yumi to shave her hair down to a buzz cut. Sandrine was uncomfortable staring at Celine and turned away. and knelt on the floor in her submission pose to Yumi.
"Summers is so easily fooled by a pretty face" Yumi answered. Yumi smiled as if she held all the cards. Celine looked at Yumi in the face and stared her down. She wanted to play games then they would play, even though Yumi had Celine at a disadvantage. She was stalling for time. Any thing to make yumi keep her here as long as possible. She Knew John would try to find her. Celine thought of her Slaves and wonder how they were handling it. Well, She would make them proud of her. If for nothing else she was a Mistress And whether Yumi liked it or not Celine would go out as one.
Written by Lady of Dragonrose
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