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Date Posted: 08:30:34 05/07/01 Mon
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's message, "Dragon's Lair.........Chapter 11 ( Angsty and suggestive. )" on 08:12:01 05/07/01 Mon
Dragon's Lair
Chapter 12
© Copyright April 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 (thawing nicely. But unfortunately still winter here. )
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Birkoff closed his eyes, his hand was held tightly in Nikita’s. He sniffed and wiped another tear that slowly slid down his cheek.
“It’s going to be fine Nikita, I swear I’ll find him for you. Just sleep and relax, please.” Birkoff whispered softly as Nikita’s eyes drifted closed.
Sighing Nikita gave up the fight and finally allowed her eyes to close. Her left hand clasped tightly around Birkoff’s while her right hand gently covered her unborn child.
“Fine, it’s going to be fine.” Nikita mumbled. Chuckling softly she opened her eyes and stared at Birkoff. “I hate those words Seymour.” She said before closing her eyes once again and with a loud sigh she finally slept.
Birkoff jumped as Walter’s hand landed heavily on his shoulder. Lifting his wide eyed gaze he stared deeply into Walter’s misty eyes.
“It’s going to be fine kid, go rest, I’ll stay with her.” Walter stated before taking Nikita’s hand in his and gently nudging Birkoff toward the door.
Birkoff nodded. “I’ll be back in two hours Walter. Call me if anything happens.”
Walter nodded as the door closed. He gently brushed his fingers down Nikita’s cheek.
“It’s going to be alright Sugar, don’t worry about anything.” He whispered as he settled himself more comfortably on the chair.
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Birkoff stood inside the aerie, the windows tinted as he watched his techs running around in Comm.
“Quinn.”
The young woman turned around and stared up, knowing instinctively that Birkoff stood sentinel over Section.
“Yes Sir?”
“I want you to find him, no matter what it takes, use the recon satellites.”
Quinn nodded and turned, she typed rapidly, her fingers almost flying over the keyboard. Taking a deep breath she turned back toward the Aerie. “Birkoff, how long do we have to find him before he is lost officially?”
Birkoff fisted his hands and took a deep breath. Letting it out slowly he pressed the button.
“We do not stop looking until we find him! Nikita needs him and so do we, now use anything. If you have to take over the Ponderosa Satellite-“
Quinn gasped. “The Ponderosa sir? The Russians will not-“
“I do not care about the Russians, you do whatever you have to do to find Michael, I don’t care if we go to war over a top secret Satellite! Just do it.”
Quinn glared at Birkoff. “As you wish sir.” She stated before standing and leaving comm, her destination the war room and the secret files for the Ponderosa.
Birkoff closed his eyes and said a silent prayer.
“If this works I’ll never live to find out. God I ask one thing, bring Michael back safe and unharmed.” Birkoff turned and slowly exited the aerie.
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Rahine walked around her room, the bed was covered in red rose petals and black silk. Her hair was unbound and rested softly over her shoulders. Barely hiding her unbound breasts.
She stood at the foot of the bed, her hands brushed the sides of her barely covered legs as she waited for Michael to be delivered to her. Her makeup was impeccable, her large brown eyes sparkled with anticipation, closing her eyes she lifted her left hand and clasped the gold chain around her neck, the large pearl dangled freely between her breasts. She inhaled sharply, taking in the aroma of fresh cut roses, her own desire and the tangy scent of lemons from the tree just outside the bedroom. The windows were open and the dawn breeze brushed her cheeks softly.
“You will be mine Michael, just like my sister willed it. Only a Martreuse heir can own a Samuelle, the slavery of the Samuelle’s was begun under the great Louis the sixteen’s rule and so it shall continue. Only I can own you Michael, and you will pay for Madeline’s murder I swear it on her blood.” Rahine snapped her eyes open and quickly walked to her dresser, opening it she carefully pulled the large bottle hidden inside. She opened the top and dipped a finger in the red liquid housed inside. Slowly she lifted her finger to her mouth and opening her lips she sucked on the red drops. With a smile she quickly returned the bottle to it’s hiding place and turned, staring out toward the garden she sighed. “Your blood still tastes good dearest sister, I swear to you that Michael and his whore will pay for your suffering.”
Rahine walked quickly toward the open double doors, her gaze drifted around the neatly cared garden that had been her sister’s adoration, her fingers brushed the delicate petals of the black orchid beside the door.
“Your pet projects are protected Madeline, all your hybrids and special plants will grow and allow us to destroy Section one.” She turned as a knock sounded behind her.
A young dark skinned girl scurried quickly toward the door. The rags barely covered her thin body. She looked back toward Rahine waiting for the woman’s desire.
Rahine smiled and nodded. Her hands brushed her hair back off her shoulders.
“Open the door Parry.”
The girl nodded quickly and pulled hard on the large oak door, her bare feet slipping on the shiny floor. As the door opened Rahine watched the slow progress of the men carrying a writhing Michael. She glowered as the men lowered their eyes to the floor and quickly carried Michael into the room.
“On the bed.” She ordered before closing the garden doors.
Omar and Inero slowly carried Michael to the bed, they carefully laid Michael’s gasping and over heated body onto the silk covered bed. Omar took a deep breath, knowing that Michael would never again be the same after this night. He pitied the younger man for having caught Rahine’s attention. He had suffered through almost three years of her attentions and hoped this man would survive.
Rahine pushed Inero and Omar away, her hands fisting as she watched Michael writhing softly upon the silk and rose petals.
“What was he given?” She hissed as her hand reached out to touch Michael’s chest.
Omar shook his head. “Nothing Lalla, he was this way when we entered his room.”
Rahine glowered at Omar. “He is drugged! I specifically insisted he should not be given anything but the sedatives.” She stepped closer to Omar and quickly backhanded him.
“Leave us, and make sure that Shantal is brought to me at seven in the morning. I want her to see what I will do to Michael.”
Omar bowed low, his hand covered the bleeding gash on his cheek. “Yes Lalla.” He whispered before slowly bowing out of the room, dragging a stunned Inero behind him.
As the doors closed, Rahine smiled. “Parry leave us, I won’t need you until morning.”
Parry quickly bowed and scurried toward the hidden door. She quickly stepped through the dark threshold and closed the door. Sighing once she was well away from Rahine’s rooms. Parry knew what the man had been given and she smiled as she entered the dark kitchen.
“Onnia, your gift worked, the man is not conscious of his surroundings.”
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Rahine smiled as Michael softly mumbled. She reached out and gently brushed her fingers down his naked chest, sighing as he jumped at her touch.
“You are magnificent my dearest Michael, just like Madeline said. You were created to please a woman.” She whispered as she slowly took a seat beside Michael.
Her hands slowly brushed all over his exposed skin. Marveling at the way Michael reacted. He groaned and mumbled, lifting his body toward her touch.
Michael shivered softly, not knowing what was happening to him, his mind was completely disconnected, his body would not obey his brain’s commands. His once obedient body burned hot, his blood raced wildly inside his veins making him hard with desire. He jumped as the soft fingers gently brushed his heated skin. His mind screamed at him to run, escape from this torture. He tried hard to make sense of the situation. Sighing he tried to search his surroundings. He jumped again as the woman’s fingers strayed slowly down his chest and abdomen. His mind exploded with heat as her fingers gently brushed his heated manhood.
“What’s wrong with my body?” He questioned. Frowning he tried to understand. “I know I’ve been drugged, the effects are too strong for me to fight, why can’t I fight this?” Michael mentally shook his head trying to clear it.
Rahine smiled as Michael’s breathing became ragged, she felt the soft sheen of sweat that covered his skin and smiled.
“Yes Michael, you will love my touch, you will beg me for more soon.” She whispered as her fingers strayed down to softly cup his growing erection. She slowly leaned over Michael and covered his slightly parted lips with her own. Her tongue slipped into his mouth making Michael groan.
Michael fought the extreme sensations cursing through his body, heat, desire, need, fear all collided inside his brain making him even more confused and disoriented. His teeth clamped closed as he felt her tongue invade his hot mouth.
Rahine yelped and pulled away. Covering her mouth she tightened her hold on Michael’s shaft and squeezed, making Michael moan with pain.
“Never harm your master Michael!” She hissed into his ear before roughly lifting Michael into a seating position, her hands softly caressing his body, she grabbed the vest that covered his chest and quickly divested Michael of it. Throwing it carelessly toward the corner. Her tongue slipped out, licking her dry lips. Her fingers roughly slipped inside the silk pants and cupped Michael’s growing
erection.
She smiled as Michael gasped and tried to pull away.
“Kita why? What did I do to displease you?” He thought, memories flashing wildly. Memories of pleasure and pain mingled, making Michael moan with confusion.
“No My dearest Michael, you are mine and will do as I wish. “ she let go of Michael and stood, she rushed to the door and smiled, turning to gaze at Michael’s writhing body she slammed the door open. . “Tie him to the bed, then strip him.” She ordered the two guards who stood at attention at her door.
The men nodded and quickly rushed to the bed. Taking Michael’s arms they pulled them over his head and after a brief struggle they tied them with the silk scarves to the iron rings hidden behind the head board. Then slowly the oldest of the men slipped the pants off Michael’s body.
Michael gasped as rough hands tied his own over his head. He fought bravely. His mind racing with confusion.
“Why is Nikita tying my hands?” He asked himself as he tried to open his eyes. They refused to obey, leaving Michael in total darkness. He stiffened as he felt his pants being pulled off, he struggled to kick out.
“No, Please not that.” He whispered too softly to be heard. He fought hard, kicking and twisting his body until Rahine grabbed his hair and pulled, his head arched back, Michael winced as the pain reached his mind. “Please no.” He whispered as he twisted once again trying to pull away.
Rahine growled. “Be still Michael! Don’t fight me or you will suffer.”
Michael frowned. “Nikita? No this isn’t Nikita.” He realized and twisted savagely, he managed to kick one of the men in the chest before Rahine pulled his head back and clasped her index finger and thumb over his windpipe and
squeezed.
Michael struggled to breathe, his mind quickly flashing on memories that had been forgotten long ago. His oxygen starved brain slowly forced his body to comply, Michael jerked once more, his lips parted and a death rattle could be heard coming from his throat.
Rahine smiled and let go, allowing Michael’s head to fall limply to the pillows.
“You will learn soon enough to not fight me Michael, it will always hurt you more.” She whispered as Michael inhaled softly.
Once Michael was subdued, the men tied his ankles to the iron rings that were hidden under the foot of the bed.
“It is done Lalla, how else can we serve you?”
Rahine smiled. “Leave, continue with your duties until I call you once again.”
The guards slowly bowed themselves out of the room, closing the door they stared at each other and shook their heads.
Rahine stood at the foot of the bed, gazing at Michael’s inert body, his skin was still covered with sweat, she smiled and taking the large basin filled with cold water she placed it beside the bed and slowly soaked the towel. Rahine smiled evilly as the cold towel touched Michael’s heated skin making him jump, his eyelids fluttered but did not allow his eyes to open.
“You will please me Michael, Madeline taught you several ways but I will teach you the best ways to make me happy.” She gently brushed the cold, wet towel down his chest, taking the sweat off his skin.
She laughed as Michael began to writhe under her touch once again. He tossed his head from side to side, as he mumbled incoherently. Rahine quickly tired of the game and straddled him, with slow moves she began to drive Michael wild.
Michael fought the fog that covered his mind, his body abandoning the fight, he inhaled deeply and screamed hoping for salvation.
“Nikita!”
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Next 3 chapters will be posted by Wednesday. working extra hours and trying to write.
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