Subject:  Dragon's Lair........Chapter 31 (Angsty and slightly NC-17. ) also a bit long. |
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Date Posted: 04:04:27 10/01/01 Mon
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Lissette
's message, "Dragon's Lair........moving up again." on 04:00:37 10/01/01 Mon
Sorry for posting this Late/Early, just found out we're moving again and had to pack a bit before working on the story.
This story is simultaneously being posted at DarkLady's MB.
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Dragon's Lair
Chapter 31
Angst and slightly NC-17.
© Copyright September 30, 2001
All disclaimers apply, no copyright infringement is intended and all Non LFN characters belong to me.
As always, Comments will be gladly accepted; flames, however, will be dealt with accordingly.
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Shantal laid on her side, curled into a fetal position, trying vainly to protect herself from Jamil’s lashing. Her coppery hair covered her battered face softly, almost caressing the bruised skin.
Jamil finally stopped punishing her as he noticed the small pool of blood that was gathering under her back. Taking several steps back he took a seat on his chair and glared at her.
“Shanti look at me.”
Shantal forced herself to stop shaking and slowly pushed the curtain of her hair away from her face. She lifted her gaze to meet Jamil’s. Shivering softly as her back and legs burned with pain.
“I asked you a question, did you make love to him? Are you expecting a bastard?”
Shantal quivered from head to toe, her mouth was swollen and bruised, she swallowed several times, wincing at the taste of her own blood. Her lower lip was split making it difficult to speak. Shaking her head she slowly lowered her gaze to the floor.
“Speak!” He shouted.
Shantal gulped, forcing herself to sit up, she winced in pain but forced her body to stop trembling. “No My lord, I did not make love to Michael.”
Jamil smiled. “But you will follow Rahine’s orders correct?” He asked softly.
Shantal knelt before him, lowering her gaze to her hands she shook her head.
“I will obey Your orders Jamil. Whatever they are.”
Jamil stood, bellowing angrily. “You were ordered to dispose of this man two weeks ago! I do not see that as following my orders.”
Shantal winced again at the loudness of his voice. Taking a deep breath she lifted her fear filled eyes.
“I was unable to, he became ill and would have died if I had
sent him away.” Looking up into his angry gaze she tried to reason with him. “If his superiors found him dead, our country would have suffered. But if he is found alive and reasonably healthy I am sure he will not allow them to harm our country-“
Jamil laughed. “They would simply come after me, and then what? They would find out my secret endeavors. They must never find him. Is that understood Shantal?”
Shantal felt a sliver of fear rush down her spine at hearing his words. She knew Jamil was involved in several terrorist incidents but she had never imagined that he
could be more deeply involved. She lowered herself to bow before him. “I will do as you wish Jamil.” She whispered softly.
Jamil smiled and turned, calling two of his guards he instructed them to return Shantal to her chambers.
The guards grabbed Shantal’s arms roughly, dragging her quickly out of the chamber.
“Make sure she is docile and obedient Hasimar. Do whatever you must to make her obey.” Jamil said before closing the double doors.
Once outside of the Royal chamber, Shantal began to squirm hoping the men would let go. They dropped her unceremoniously on the hard marble floor. Grabbing her by the hair, one of the men quickly subdued her by pulling her head back until her neck almost snapped.
“Stop fighting! You will get what you deserve just as soon as you service us.” The older of the guards hissed as the other quickly opened a door.
Shantal shivered with pain and fear, knowing these men where not the usual palace guards. She forced her numb brain to find a way to escape these men and get to Michael before Jamil sent one of his men to murder the poor man. Squinting she quickly bowed her head.
“Jamil will not like to know you touched his private property. He takes a very personal insult if any man looks at me, imagine what he will do to you when he finds out you defiled me.” She hissed loudly, trying hard to dislodge the man’s fingers from her tangled hair.
The younger guard turned swiftly and stared at her with real fear shining in his pale eyes. “Hasimar, what if she is telling the truth?”
Hasimar glared angrily at the young man. “She’s lying Othari, she is not special to the Kalifah, you heard him yourself, we must make her obedient and docile. Besides if she was special he would not have given her to us.” He stated calmly to the younger man while slowly brushing his fingers down her throat.
Othari looked into Shantal’s eyes, knowing that Hasimar was wrong. The Kalifah would treat his concubines this way, he had seen it once when his master had visited the summer palace. “Hasimar, you’re wrong.” He whispered softly, trying to make the older man understand. “This is not a simple whore, you know he did not mean for us to enjoy her. She is the Kalifah’s favorite concubine, he would be
displeased if we touched her.”
Hasimar shoved Shantal away, making her hit her temple on the corner of the wall. Her eyes fluttered closed as she slipped down the wall to rest on the cold floor. She fought the darkness that began to claim her senses until she finally was able to open her eyes. What she saw sent a shiver through her entire body. Hasimar stood above a limp Othari, the knife he held was covered to the hilt in blood. She gasped trying hard to sit up.
Dizziness assailed her as she pushed herself up. Leaning her head back against the wall she tried to fight the weakness that claimed her body. She knew that blood
slowly dripped from a small cut on her temple and several lash cuts covered the pale skin of her back that also slowly oozed blood. This had been the first time Jamil had punished her and she had to fight her desire to return to his chamber and kill him for this abuse. She closed her eyes and forced herself to ignore her desire to kill and the minor pain.
“He will kill you if you dare to lay a hand on me.” She stated in a soft whisper as she fought the darkness and weakness that were claiming her body and mind.
Hasimar chuckled softly as he knelt beside Shantal.
“Othari is dead, there is no one here to stop me gir-“
Shantal felt the man gasp and she snapped her eyes open, her gaze met a startled dark one several inches from her own. She shifted her gaze behind the guard to see Gadari standing tall, a bloody knife held in his dark hand. Hasimar slid slowly down the wall beside her, a stream of blood bubbled out his severed throat. She closed her eyes feeling as Gadari pushed Hasimar to the side and knelt beside her.
“Did he harm you?” He asked as he carefully cradled Shantal in his strong arms.
Frowning, Shantal stared deeply into Gadari’s eyes wondering if he was blind, then suddenly she understood that he was asking if the guard had harmed her. She
shook her head as she laid it limply on his shoulder.
“He was going to rape me.” She said softly against Gadari’s neck.
Gadari embraced Shantal tenderly against his chest as he slowly stood. Nodding he whispered several orders to his men. Shantal lifted her gaze to meet Gadari’s.
“What now? Jamil will be furious that his private guard has been depleted, he will-“
Gadari shook his head smiling. “No one will ever know that they’re gone, two of my men will replace them.”
Shantal frowned. “Jamil will know they are not his men, he will surely punish you for changing his guards without permission.”
Gadari smiled softly as he gently kissed the top of her head. “Jamil has never paid attention to his guards. It is beneath him to acknowledge anyone who is not like him, he has never seen his guards long enough to recognize them.” He gently forced her head to rest upon his wide shoulder. “You do not need to worry about anything except recovering from the Kalifah’s brutality.” He stated softly as he hurried down the hallway toward Shantal’s rooms.
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Michael jerked awake as the door slammed open, he squinted and covered his eyes when the lights were turned on. Slowly, he raised himself into a seating position on the pillows, his hand slid away slowly as his eyes became accustomed to the bright lights. Michael gasped as he watched Gadari enter the chamber with Shantal in his arms.
“What did that bastard do to her?” He hissed as he stood and rushed to Shantal’s side.
Gadari laid Shantal gently on the bed and stood back, watching as Michael gathered her trembling body against his warmth. His fingers tenderly brushed down her soft cheek as he glared at Gadari.
Gadari shrugged and turned, opening the door to the bathroom and turning the lights on. Michael heard the soft trickle of the shower as it was turned on.
“The Kalifah is extremely jealous, he will kill anyone who dares to simply gaze upon his women, and Shantal is his property. His favorite one actually.” He chuckled softly, making sure the water was just warm enough. He swiftly returned to the bedroom. “We need to wash her body and warm her skin.”
Michael tightened his hold on Shantal’s barely conscious body, he felt her shiver with pain as he pressed her face against his shoulder. Looking down he met her dark, pleading gaze.
“Are you alright Cherie?” He asked as he tenderly brushed tendrils of coppery hair off her cheek.
Shantal nodded smiling softly, She winced as the cut on her lower lip began to bleed again. She forced her gaze to meet Michael’s worried one, blinking several times to bring him into focus, she raised her trembling hand to cup his cheek. Her thumb brushed against the soft beard that he had not dared to shave yet.
“I’ll be fine, I just need to rest a little bit.” She barely whispered.
Gadari stood beside them, his smile spreading wider by the minute. He was now sure that Michael did care for Shantal, he frowned as a memory assailed him and he slowly turned his angry glare toward Michael once again. Stepping forward he gently pulled Shantal from Michael’s embrace and with infinite tenderness carried her to the bathroom, slamming the door closed and locking it before Michael could
enter.
Michael pounded his fists against the door. “Gadari open this door, you can’t bathe her yourself, allow me to hel-“ He stopped speaking as Gadari’s growl was heard.
“She is not yours, think of your own family instead of trying to seduce Shanti into helping you escape.” Gadari stated as he carefully disrobed Shantal.
Shantal looked worriedly at Gadari. “You’re wrong, he does care about-“
Gadari placed a finger against her lips quieting her immediately. “Just rest, let me handle him. I swear he will never touch you......unless you desire him to do so.”
He said as he gently lifted her and with infinite care lowered her into the tub. Standing back he gazed into her eyes and sighed. “You deserve much better Shanti, even more than what he can offer you. He will end up killing you.”
Shantal shook her head. “Allow him entrance Gadari, please.” She said as she gathered the sponge and began to cover it with the sweet smelling soap. Looking up she met the older man’s worried gaze and smiled. “He won’t harm me.” Was all she said before submerging herself under the water. Several seconds trickled by as she waited for Gadari to obey her. The moment she saw him turn and open the door she pushed herself up.
Gadari opened the door and glared angrily at Michael, stepping aside he grabbed Michael’s arm and squeezed.
“If you hurt her french man, I will personally enjoy
disemboweling you.” He stated as he caressed the wickedly sharp dagger at his waist.
Michael nodded and slowly entered the bathroom. Closing the door behind Gadari. He turned and met Shantal’s gaze. “He loves you Rouge, that much is certain.” He stated before kneeling on the floor beside the tub.
Shantal nodded and offered Michael the sponge, leaning forward she gathered her hair on top of her head and pulled her knees against her breasts. She sighed as Michael tenderly began to wash her damaged back.
“Yes Michael, Gadari loves me. But I wonder what you feel. Do you care about me simply because I’m your way out? Or have I been able to win your heart?” She
thought as she enjoyed the tender touch Michael used to wash the blood off her pale skin. Taking a deep breath she let it out in a soft sigh. “Enough of this fantasy! Tomorrow we’re getting out of here, and I’m sending you back to your family before I allow myself to become pregnant with your child.” she thought, smiling as she imagined herself growing large and round with Michael’s baby.
Michael smiled at hearing Shantal’s sigh. He knew that his touch would calm her and allow her to rest. He felt his anger growing as he gazed upon her shredded back. The blood had stopped flowing but he could see the red, angry welts and cuts that marked her tender flesh. He knew what it felt like to be flogged. He had experienced it several times and knew that the emotional scars never abandoned
your soul. Her skin would heal but her spirit might already have been broken. He closed his eyes and imagined everything he would do to Jamil as soon as he was free. Jamil would beg for his life before Michael deemed the man worthy to die.
Shantal winced and pulled away from his touch as the sponge rubbed a particularly tender area. She looked behind her to see Michael’s gaze widen at the pain he had caused.
Leaning forward he tenderly placed a kiss on her cheek. “Forgive me Rouge.” He whispered against her temple softly.
Shantal nodded and smiled as he settled his hands on her shoulders and pulled her around to kneel before him. His hands gently brushed the tender cut on her temple just before his lips brushed the tender area. He sat back and stared deeply into her eyes.
“He deserves to die slowly and painfully for this.” He hissed as his fingers gently brushed her cheeks. “I swear to you Rouge that he will never stop suffering. He will not die quickly and his pain will be eternal!”
Shantal shook her head and leaned toward Michael. Taking his hands in her grasp she gently brushed her lips against his. She gasped at the erotic feelings that the simple kiss caused and pulling back she pressed her finger against his lips.
“Promise me that once you’re free you will never return here, forget about this place. Forget about Jamil Please:” she whispered as her finger rubbed his lips.
Michael stared at her. His heart demanded that he tell her that he would make sure Jamil never breathed again once he was free, but his brain reminded him that Shantal was too vulnerable to know that. She would try and find a way to keep Jamil safe if she knew what he planned, so Michael smiled and tenderly kissed her finger before rubbing the sponge with soap and gently beginning to clean her shoulders and arms.
Michael stood, turning the water on he stepped out of the room allowing Shantal to finish her bath alone, closing the door he leaned back against the door and sighed with longing. His hands shook with repressed desire, hate and anger and he decided to take a walk around the gardens, hopefully the breeze would help him forget how savagely he desired Shantal. He also hoped that he could find something to kill so he could feel better about promising Shantal to not take revenge on Jamil. He stopped at the door and laughed. Brushing his hands through his curly hair
trying to bully it into smoothness.
“I can’t continue like this! She will make me commit adultery if I stay near her any longer.” He mumbled as he stepped out into the late afternoon sun and slowly began to walk. Michael knew that his heart had been snared by Shantal, he had not felt like this since the day he had set eyes on Nikita in the white room and that upset him. He had sworn to never touch another woman and now his body
demanded her touch. “It must be the drugs, I must still be suffering from delusions.” He chuckled and shook his head as he neared the large oak tree. He took a seat beneath it and fisted his hands in his lap. Glaring heatedly at his shaft that still pressed rock hard against his silk pants. “Nikita deserves my faithfulness. Specially after Elena, I must never again touch another woman. I swore!” He hissed trying to make his body obey him.
Gadari stood hidden, listening to Michael. He knew how difficult it was to be in Shantal’s presence and not ravish her. She was sweet, tender and caring. She never harmed anyone and always protected the weak. He felt jealousy rear it’s ugly head and knew hate like he had never felt before. He wanted to kill Michael for touching Shantal but he remembered that the sweetest revenge would be to make
the man’s wife reject him. Gadari smiled knowing that all he had to do was send a message and Michael’s wife would never welcome him again. He turned and slowly sneaked out of the garden, taking the small PDA he began to write the
message that would seal Michael’s fate.
“She will make sure that you never again desire another woman Michael.” He chuckled as he hit send. “Now let’s see what we can do to keep you away from My woman.” He whispered as he hid the PDA under his bed and quickly returned to Shantal’s chamber.
Michael looked up into the darkening sky. He hated his lack of control, he had not felt so lost since the day Simone had died. He gasped as a soul shattering pain shot
through his body making him double over and groan. Closing his eyes he tried to force the pain away, but the effort was wasted for the pain intensified. He began to pant, feeling the sweat break out over his entire skin. shivering with pain he forced himself to stand, his legs shook as he slowly walked back to the bedroom.
Groaning, he doubled over once again and fell to his knees. Drops of sweat began to curse down his body in rivulets, he frowned trying hard to identify what was happening, he knew that this was simply part of the drug's withdrawal but his brain was still too numb to care. He sighed as the pain subsided enough to allow him to stand once again. He stumbled toward the door, his vision going blurry as he fought the pain and weakness.
Shantal wrapped the skirt around her waist and sighed, thanking god that the pain had dulled to a soft throbbing. She opened the door and exited the bathroom in time to see Michael stumble into the room. His face contorted with pain.
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Sorry to leave you at such a moment, but need to sleep. started on chapter 32 already, but not sure if i can finish it before moving. I'll do my best. Until next time, take care, stay safe and be patient.
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Lissette
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