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Date Posted: 21:43:38 05/08/01 Tue
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's message, "Dragon's Lair......moving up again....." on 21:27:17 05/08/01 Tue
Dragon's Lair
Chapter 13
Angsty and NC-17.
© Copyright May 1, 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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Walter stood beside the monitors, his hands clasped behind his back. He quickly turned to stare at Nikita as she twisted and moaned. Walter took a step toward her, sighing as he noticed the sheen of sweat that covered her pale features. “I’m sorry sugar.” He whispered as he took another step.
Nikita gasped and sat up, her eyes tightly closed, parting her bloodless lips she shouted as loud as she could.
“Michael!”
Walter jumped and rushed to her side. Taking her in his embrace he brushed his hands down her back.
“Sugar it’s ok, he’ll be fine. Birkoff will find him and bring him back before the baby is born.”
Nikita pushed away from Walter. Her tear filled eyes glared into his pale ones.
“Michael will never return, I know it.” She whimpered before collapsing against his body once again, the sobs wracked her delicate body savagely.
Walter looked up as the doors slid open and a young nurse stepped inside. Before he could speak Nikita groaned and doubled over.
“Michael is dying Walter, he needs me, I can feel his pain and so can our child.” She whispered between sobs.
Walter tightened his hold on her. Looking directly into the nurse’s eyes. “Get Wallace something’s wrong.”
The nurse turned and rushed down the hallway. She had almost cried out as Nikita groaned and the baby’s heart monitor accelerated. She turned the corner and pounded loudly on Frank Wallace’s door.
Wallace opened the door several seconds later. The nurse gasped and turned away trying to hide the blush that covered her skin.
Wallace frowned until his gaze drifted down, he gasped as he noticed his nakedness. Jumping behind the door he glared at the nurse. “What’s wrong?”
The nurse sighed. “Nikita, I think she might be in labor again.” She stated and rushed back down the hallway.
Wallace quickly dressed and ran down the hallway. Entering the room he sighed as he noticed Nikita’s bent position, her hands clasped protectively around her swollen abdomen.
“Lay down Nikita, on your side, allow Walter to rub your back. Breathe through the pain.” Wallace stated as he gazed at the monitors.
Nikita gasped once again, she tried to hide her pain. Slowly she nodded and laid her head on the pillows, turning on her side with difficulty. Her hands massaged her abdomen tenderly. Walter stood behind her, his hands slowly brushing up and down her back.
“Will she be alright?” He asked.
Wallace nodded slowly.
“We’ll stop the pain soon, just keep her from moving around.” He stated as the nurse offered him the large syringe.
Wallace nodded to the nurse who carefully took Nikita’s hands in her grasp.
“This will sting, but the pain will go away.” Wallace stated before stepping behind Nikita.
Nikita lifted her head and glared at Wallace. “I won’t have this baby yet, it’s still too soon.” She took a deep breath and collapsed on the pillows once again.
“Michael has to be here, he is supposed to bring our daughter into the world.”
Wallace smiled. “The pain will subside soon, I’ll do everything I can to keep the baby from being born. Now relax and allow me to work.”
Walter stepped aside and gently began to brush his fingers through Nikita’s hair. Wallace stared at him and with a soft sigh he nodded.
Wallace crouched behind Nikita and lifted her shirt, he placed his fingers over her spine. “Nikita I need you to double over as much as you can, hold Walter’s hand if
you want.”
Nikita nodded and hunched her body around her child as much as she could.
Wallace slowly introduced the needle into her back making Nikita gasp. He slowly introduced the liquid inside, he noticed that Nikita shivered slightly. “Is the pain
subsiding?”
Nikita sighed softly before she nodded. “The baby won’t be born?”
Wallace closed his eyes and prayed that his next words would not be a lie. “Yes the baby will not be born.” He said as he stood and walked back to the cabinet.
Walter continued to brush his fingers through Nikita’s hair, softly crooning to her.
“Just breathe sugar, let the pain go away, remember how Michael taught you to deal with the pain.”
Wallace smiled as he noticed Nikita’s soft breathing, he stepped closer to the bed and placed his hand on her shoulder. Looking up he smiled at Walter.
“She’ll sleep for several hours, stay with her.”
Walter nodded and took a seat on the chair, his hand continued to brush through her hair. Wallace slowly left the room, making his way toward the lab.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Onnia stepped out of the corner, her hand shaking as she held the small candle up.
“Tell me, Does he writhe like a snake? Does he mumble and whimper?”
Parry nodded. “He lost his senses, he will survive well enough.” Stepping closer she gently brushed a strand of the old woman’s hair off her face. “You should leave now, before Rahine recognizes what he has been given and comes after you.”
Onnia nodded. “You will be sure to give Shantal the rest of this? She will need your help to keep him safe, make sure his meals are drug free and that his wine is brought directly from the Kalifah’s own tunnels.” Onnia gave Parry the large dark bottle containing the hallucinogen.
“There is enough inside for seven months, make sure to remind Shantal to not over indulge or his mind could suffer
irreparable harm.”
Parry nodded. “I will make sure this man does not suffer more than it is necessary, but what of Shantal? If Rahine ever finds out she will punish the girl and the man too. What shall I do if that happens?”
Onnia wrapped her arms around the young girl. “Simply make sure that the East tunnel is safe always, if Shantal and the man are in danger take them there. I will leave a special vial of the reviver inside the tunnel, make sure he drinks the entire vial.”
Parry frowned. “The reviver? But that already killed three of the test subjects. Why not give him time for his body to recover naturally?”
Onnia sighed. Taking the girl’s hand in hers she dragged Parry to the table. Taking a seat she smiled.
“Because Rahine will be furious and searching for them.
Michael and Shantal will have only four hours to escape and reach the harbor before Rahine closes the bay.” Squeezing Parry’s hand she continued. “Michael should know what to do once the doors to the tunnels are sealed and his mind
recovers from the drugs.” Taking the girl’s face between her hands she gently brushed the dark smudges off her cheeks. “Parry, make sure Rahine is dead before you leave, you know which herbs to use.”
Parry shivered, closing her eyes she slowly nodded. “His mind will recover, what of his body?”
Onnia sighed. “His mind will recover within an hour after ingesting the potion, his thought process might be somewhat confused but he will be able to make cognitive decisions.”
Shaking her head she slowly brushed a tear off her cheek. “But He will be unable to walk, his balance will be affected and he might suffer from convulsions, his body will take several weeks to recover fully.”
Parry nodded slowly. “You once told me that I should not trust anyone, except Omar, can I still trust him?”
Onnia smiled. “Yes child, Omar will help you take Michael and Shantal to safety, but once Michael and Shantal are away from the city he will take you home.”
Parry nodded and quickly hugged Onnia. “I will miss you, will I ever see you again?”
Onnia smiled. “Alla will gather us in his presence my dear.” Onnia pulled away from Parry and quickly turned, stepping through the door she wiped the tears off
her cheeks and stared deeply into Parry’s dark gaze.
“Mother wait!” Parry shouted, she rushed to the old woman and quickly hugged her tightly. “Be safe, I will send a message to Kalig, please let me know if you arrived safely.”
Onnia nodded and kissed her youngest daughter’s forehead. “May Alla protect you and keep you safe my child.” Onnia whispered before closing the door and
slowly leaving the only home she had known.
Parry sniffed loudly and sighed. “I will see you again Mother, I swear on Alla I will.” She stated before slowly returning to her room and waited there for Rahine to call her.
~*~*~*~*~*
Rahine frowned at Michael. Her hand covered his mouth effectively silencing him.
“Don’t ever shout her name!” she hissed into his ear.
She knelt beside him, her hands clasped over his. She leaned over and slowly licked her way down his chest, swirling her tongue around Michael’s left nipple. She smiled as Michael groaned and arched his back seeking her touch.
Michael clasped his hands into fists, his mind crazed with desire. He gasped raggedly as Rahine’s touch elicited a dark desire in him.
Rahine’s hands gently brushed his naked body, they slowly traveled up his legs, softly caressing his straining thighs.
“Don’t fight me Michael, not now......later you can fight all you want, but let me pleasure you tonight.” she whispered, her lips swept over his cheeks and eyelids,
teasing, feather light. She kissed the line of his brow, the small scar below his lower lip, the edge of his mouth.
Michael shivered with disgust, his body was betraying him just as his mind had done before. He could not control his actions as the woman caressed his body into life. Michael’s hips shifted below her touch. “Kita?” He whispered hoarsely.
Forcing his eyes to open he lifted his head and gasped.
Rahine looked up and smiled as she met his glazed gaze. She gently brushed a curl off his forehead. “Hello Michael, I guess you now know who I am and what you’re doing here.”
Michael shook his head, even through his blurry vision he could discern the woman’s features. A shiver of fear cursed down his spine, making his stomach knot painfully.
“Who you?” He whispered.
Rahine’s lips slowly turned up. “You know who I am Michael, how can you have forgotten Madeline’s training so quickly?” She stated as her hands slowly rubbed up and down his legs.
He shivered as his mind finally made the connection, the fog still made his thoughts extremely difficult but his eyes were not lying. Closing his eyes he tried to shake his head to clear the blurriness. He allowed his eyes to drift open once again. They roamed over her features. The dark eyes, the long curly auburn hair.
“No it cannot be, Madeline’s sister is dead!” He thought, he shook his head fighting the heaviness of his eyelids.
Rahine laughed softly before covering Michael’s mouth with her own, slipping her tongue inside she groaned at the pleasure she received. Michael strained trying to get his hands free, he never realized that his body was arching toward her touch.
Rahine’s hands deliberately brushed his erection, making him shiver. “You make me so happy Michael.” She whispered against his lips. “Madeline would be so proud of me, she hated me for being free, but she knew I was the only one who
could dominate you.”
Michael fought the fog that began to once again take over his mind, his thoughts once again became disjointed and confused. He felt heat rush through his veins as Rahine slowly kissed her way down his over heated skin.
“Please, no more, please help me Kita!” He whimpered.
Rahine smiled as her lips reached Michael’s abdomen, her fingers softly squeezed his scrotum, making Michael squirm with pain/pleasure.
“Let go Michael, allow me to pleasure you my love.” She whispered as she tenderly covered his arousal with her lips.
Desire ripped through him, he felt himself harden even more as her tongue swirled around the base of his shaft. A vein pounded at his temple, as he strained to break free from his bonds. His mind flashed with images once again, dark images of pain, he arched his body trying to dislodge her grasp on his hips.
Rahine pinched his skin roughly.
“Yes Michael fight me, give yourself to me. Let me make you cry out with pleasure.”
Michael’s body lurched up as her lips closed over his shaft, sucking gently.
Neither of them heard the door open, a soft gasp came from the corner of the room. Slowly the man stepped closer to the bed. His hands fisted at his sides. He tried to control the rage he felt.
“Is this the way you repay me for loving you Rahine?” The soft voice echoed through the room.
Rahine jerked away from Michael, her gaze riveted on the man standing against the column.
“What are you doing here?” She asked as she quickly covered Michael’s body with the silk sheet.
The man smiled. Brushing his hair off his face he slowly approached Rahine. “I came to you as soon as I got word, you did send for me right?”
Rahine sighed. “I sent for you at midnight, when you didn’t arrive I decided to play with him.”
The man reached out and grabbed Rahine’s shoulders. “I’m here now, send him away.” He glared at Michael’s writhing body. “You don’t need him, he can never please you the way I can.”
Rahine gasped as the man leaned over her and covered her mouth with his, slowly licking and begging for entrance. Rahine sighed and allowed His tongue inside to mate with hers.
He growled and pushed her away. “Wash his taste off your lips!”
Rahine glared angrily at him. “No, I will make him mine tonight, you can’t stop me.” She turned and knelt beside Michael once again.
The man turned and grabbed her waist, hauling her away from the bed and toward the bathroom. “I gave you an order!”
Rahine spun around. “Andrei Jürgen you can’t give me an order! I’m not yours.” She turned and slammed the hallway doors open.
The men jumped away from the doors, taking the daggers at their belts they crouched low waiting to pounce on whoever threatened their queen.
Rahine laughed. “Take the man back to Shantal, do not harm him.”
The men stared behind her, their hands fisting tightly around their daggers.
Rahine turned. Glaring at Jürgen she pushed her hair over her shoulders. “Cover your face dear, you’re frightening them.”
Jürgen turned and lowered his face, allowing his long pale blonde hair to fall around his face like a curtain.
The men entered the room and slowly untied Michael. Michael’s hands fell limply over his head. He whimpered softly as Rahine brushed her hands over his numb arms, forcing the circulation back into his fingers.
“He needs to sleep, make sure no one bothers Shantal once you’ve delivered this man to her. Leave Omar guarding the door."
The men nodded and carefully lifted Michael into their arms.
Michael whimpered softly as the men lifted him. He could barely feel his body, he shivered as pain rushed down his body in ever increasing waves. He fought the darkness that was beginning to slowly drag him into an abyss of pain and memories.
Rahine watched as the men carried Michael down the hallway before she felt Jürgen standing behind her. She slowly closed the door and spun around.
“You’re not my owner Andrei, go back to your room, I’ll summon you when I want you.” She stepped past a stunned Jürgen.
He watched her as she took the scrap of red silk off her hips and stood before him naked. “I don’t want you near me, go away.” She stated before laying on the bed.
Jürgen hissed and quickly crossed the room. He pushed the door open and turned to stare at Rahine. “You are mine Marianne! Not even your sister could deny me that.” He stated before slamming the door closed and cursing himself for falling in love with such a monster.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Shantal jerked awake as the door to her room opened. She stared dazed as the men carried a limp body into the room.
“Where shall we put him Lalla?” The older man asked.
Shantal jumped off the bed. “Here, carefully lay him on the bed.”
The men slowly carried the man to the bed and as gently as possible laid him on the left side of the bed.
Standing they bowed low and exited the room.
Shantal knelt beside Michael, taking his face between her hands she gently brushed his cheeks.
“Michael? Can you hear me?”
Michael whimpered softly, his brow furrowed as the sound of her voice penetrated the darkness of his mind. He forced himself to respond to her, failing miserably he sighed and whimpered once again.
Shantal watched as Michael trembled softly, her brow furrowed with worry. She gently covered him with the blanket. Laying beside him she wrapped her arms around his chest, hoping that the gesture would calm him down. She had not noticed any bruises on his skin but she was sure they would soon show up.
“I’m sorry Michael, I’ll find a way to get us out, just rest for now, you won’t even remember what happened tonight.” She gently placed a soft kiss upon his cheek
and nuzzled his throat before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.
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