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After this chapter, you can fantasize about what future chapters will contain.
Chapter 11
You are now my slave
The massage took place in the front room of Blessed Brew. Beige drapes closed behind the display shelf and afforded the couple needed privacy.
Angelo took little time to strip down to a pair of dark blue boxer shorts. There would be no reason for him to be uncomfortable concerning Bai's request to disrobe. He knew of the professional reputation of Chinese deep tissue massage. The blue shaded air mattress on the floor in the center of the shop molded itself to his spine. It gave more comfort than the hard-wooden table located in the back of the store.
Xiaoqing still remained cowering in that darkened room, a few feet from the wooden table. Her discovery by the timid American would lead to an irrational explanation, and increased anger from her older sister. Bai's decision to forgo the massage table did not upset her customer; Angelo's stiff joints welcomed Bai's choice.
Starting at his feet, her strong fingers manipulated every digit. Numerous cracking sounds flooded the area around the air mattress. It brought a smile from the humored masseuse.
"I can see you have much tension." Her voice did little to ease the man's reacting spasms. Angelo could feel shock waves lashing each muscle in his body.
Looking at the kneeling figure he clenched his calf muscles as he thought.
Damn, she's still on my toes and I feel it up to my neck.
Bai increased her grin as the perplexed expression on Angelo exposed his fear.
Christ, she's rippin' my feet apart.
As her hands spread engulfing one calf, black eyes became drawn to the scars along his chest.
"You are a great warrior. I can sense the power of your spirit." Her English improved with each word. "A loyal soldier of your King." Bai turned from his wounds. She knew staring at the raised scars could be interpreted as rude.
Delicate, yet strong hands slid along his hips to a tense stomach.
"King? I never heard it put quite like that." He said with a smile. Angelo's chest rose as Bai's fingers spread with stout thumbs pawing his pectorals.
"Tell me if it is too painful." After several minutes kneading his chest and stomach, Bai began to dig into Angelo's damaged left shoulder. His facial expression ran from wide-eyes to taut lips.
"Sir, I think you have much ache in this spot?" She stopped long enough to look at his face. Still recovering from the previous bout of anger with Xiaoqing, Bai did not notice the sparkling jewels that masqueraded as his eyes. They now stole her gaze.
"Your eyes are like, are like." She withdrew from his side. Embarrassed, the woman bit a lower lip as she looked at the wood floor.
Reaching under his shoulders. Bai lifted Angelo to a sitting position. "Just for a minute, sir. I need to." She halted her speech as probing fingers found the depression behind his left shoulder.
"A gift from a Philippine terrorist." He said. "Some pissed-off villager."
"Are you a war-lord? Forgive my disrespect, but I sense in you a gentle nature." Her words were forced as finding the breath to speak became difficult.
"I'm just something used and discarded." He inhaled before returning to his back. "Like a condom." A belch of laughter followed his words.
Bai found his reactions amusing though a sadness clung to the air around him. Then a flash of light from a dying sun blinded her for a moment.
"Are you ok?" He asked.
Bai remained silent, her vision locked on a reflecting gleam from a bottle on a far-side shelf.
"Excuse me, sir." She rushed to the torn drape letting a spray of sunlight into the shop. "These things have to be replaced." Grabbing a handful of the beige material she pulled an adjoining curtain over the ripped segment.
Walking back to the smiling man lying on the air mattress, she turned to see the glass of the small bottle as it stood alone on the shelf still sparkling.
"Madam, did I do something wrong. Forgive me." He sat up with the apology.
"Why do you say those things?" She asked. Moving to the line of eye-level bottles. "You pronounce apologetic words with too much ease."
"I just assume, well." His voice faded as if he spoke from an increasing distance.
"Have you been so hurt? So destroyed, that you no longer show your warrior spirit?" Snatching the potion from the shelf, Bai closed her palm around the small bottle.
Lying back down, he turned his head away from her as he answered.
"I am no warrior. My spirit is one of the shamed and disgraced."
"These are marks of battle." Waving her hand over the numerous damaged areas of skin. "This is the sign of your tribe." Her fingers glided over the tattoo. "A diamond with wings," she inhaled before continuing. "A warrior from the sky."
He cast his glance away from her, and the words.
"Was it a woman?" Bai's tone remained stern. "It is always a woman." She shook her head as a disgusted expression took control of her face.
"I don't want to talk about it." Angelo's low voice fueled Bai's distaste of his attitude.
"American," a gust of air left her mouth. "You need not utter a word. No enemy could ever destroy you so as a female you once held in your heart."
"Once held?" His breathing became rapid. "What do you care?" Angelo closed his eyes.
"No arrow could ever pierce your heart as the sharp point of an evil woman."
"What are you talking about?" He asked as her palms slid up his chest.
"A warrior's spirit can never die. It hides under this ravaged skin." Popping the lid, she poured the liquid over his chest." Her black eyes rolled as she whispered a melody of words. Ancient phrases from a language long forgotten, long forgotten, except to a few.
"What are you saying? Its not Chinese." Angelo looked into her eyes. His lids froze open as the sparkle of her ebony iris grew. He could not blink. He could not move from under her body. He did not want to.
Bai pushed the film of liquid over his chest. It began to seep into his skin, into his soul.
"Your pure spirit needs to be purged of its pain. Of the horrors of war." Bai's thumbs glided along his sides. They invaded his shorts and dragged them downward. You need not speak," her request as oversize cotton pants fell from her ankles.
She knew her actions could not be retracted. The potion entered his blood stream. The spell had begun.
A look of fright took his expression as battling giant serpents surrounded by a black sky and thundering bolts of lighting crowded his vision. Looking into her eyes the shapes of reptiles contorted and slithered with fury. The sound of a raging tropical storm pierced his hearing. Angelo began to shiver as one surrounded by chilled winds. Drops of perspiration popped from the pores of his forehead. He thought himself being dragged into a black bottomless pit.
"Bai…" His shuddered whisper dripped into her ears as her top flew from her body as if an invisible force ripped it from her skin. "What?" Angelo's chin trembled as he spoke. "How, what?" Bai's face covered Angelo's lips as a strong, stiff tongue invaded his mouth.
Spread fingers gripped the struggling arms till they lay limp on the mattress.
"There is no need to think of the past. I will protect you from the horrors of war."
Her tongue washed over his face. "And the true evil, the true she-demon that ripped your soul."
The face of Janet being strangled by an immense serpentine tail flooded his vision. He erupted from the mattress landing on top of Bai.
"I have waited an eternity for the right man." Her hands reached for his flaccid shaft. Limp and withdrawn from fear, the area became imprisoned by her hand. Angelo's spine stiffened at her touch. He followed her movement, as she returned him under her.
Angelo's breathing increased as his chest shuddered below her body.
"Look deeper, deeper," she whispered, as a gust of warm air covered his face. "Deeper, till my injured warrior, your pure soul is bound to me."
A rush of blood sped through his body. Swift currents of the powerful liquid darkened his skin.
"Look deeper, till it is I that is all you see." An erection filled her grip. "Till all you want to see," her breath burned a path down his nostrils. "Till all you need to see is," Bai gritted her teeth as his shaft pointed to the sky. "Me."
A gust of moist warm air burst over the two, as if a storm readied itself to explode. Bai's hair fluttered in the gale, a gale born from nowhere.
"Tell me what you see. Tell me." Her eyebrows rocked with the demand.
Lips quivered as he tried to speak. Angelo's submission to her desires stifled his voice.
"You see your destiny." She spoke as her face towered over his. Bai maneuvered his stiffened shaft to her vagina. "Lay there my sweet angel. My pure angel, I have you." Between thumb and forefinger, the smiling woman guided the head of his erection to her soaked mound. Angelo shook his chest, stopping as Bai's breasts stroked his nipples
Rigid muscles kept him still, as the man's submission increased.
"Your name possesses the title, and so you will be called. My Angel." Her mouth covered his. Bai's tongue penetrated deep inside him. "Do what you were created for, my man." Her command filled his mind, though her lips uttered not a word.
Digging long fingernails into the back of his upper arms, Bai thrust her teeth into Angelo's moist skin. The taste of his sweat caused her body to shake.
"Yes!" He cried with a growl, Angelo used one hand to grab her buttocks. Seizing one cheek he held it steady as the once frightened lover shot his hips upward driving his erection deeper into the moaning woman.
The couple rolled from the air filled mattress to the hard wood floor. Bai moved her fingers to Angelo's upper back and ripped his skin with every one of the plunges. On top of his new mistress, his hips acted the piston hammering into a burning cylinder.
"Make me a woman." A squeal from her mouth halted her words. "Only you," a grunt from the animated female figure shot through the darkened storefront to the still backroom. "Only you, human man can make me whole." Her words scrambled between snorts of air and screeching moans, Bai wrapped her legs around his pulsating hips.
Xiaoqing's ear's stretched at the sounds from the front. With eyes widened she pushed her head against the shallow wooden door till her sister's voice became clear.
"Implant in me the seed of life. Now, I command it."
Angelo's form froze, as his limbs shot outward. Bai's mouth opened as their lips touched. The drenched skin of both lovers dripped to the floor. Sweat dropped from his forehead into her dark eyes.
"Bai?" His first word since this ritual began. At moments, he thought the power for speech had been robbed from his being.
A thick, enormous tongue whipped the inside of his mouth. Bai retracted it; then expanding her breasts she lifted him into the air. "You are mine."
Angelo lay helpless on her form.
Her mouth opened to suck in his lips. A wiggling tongue whipped the inside of his cheeks. Looking into those eyes, she saw two blue crystals rotating in place, a sign of her conquest. She leaned her head backward with a smile.
"I love you." He moaned as his strength returned. Grabbing a handful of her long hair, he moved to her neck. The sensation building in his genitals intensified. Repeated thrusts met warm moist replies. "I, I, I…" Air escaped his lungs as Angelo's stomach contorted. The throbbing shaft expanded acting as Bai's thickened tongue seconds before.
"Yes, fill me…fill, me." The soft request followed by a slim tongue probing his ear.
Angelo's body tensed as the climax looked to throw him from her clutches. A slurred harsh grunt escaped from his throat, as stomach muscles tightened. Letting out a deep moan he finished the deluge unable to move, a prisoner of her grasp.
Released from her vice-like grip, he used his hands to push himself to the side, kneeling next to her. Repetitious coughs followed accompanied by quickening breaths. Angelo's body rocked, his facial expression showed pain. Blue eyes quivered in their sockets.
"No my darling. No, it is something that happens. Do not think of it. I have you." Her words whispered into his ear. Bai moved with speed to embrace the trembling man. She knew this to be a side effect of the potion.
Angelo found himself crying. His neck tightened to prevent such a scene.
"No, my precious. No, do not fight it." Bai held him closer. "You are being purged of the evil that has scarred you soul, as war has scarred your skin." With the ending of her soothing words, he felt that deep-seated pain one endures by an unfaithful love, lessen. Her vision locked onto his eyes. Moisture built along their edges till his blue iris resembled the pure water of Mount Wuyi.
An image entered her mind, Bai looked upon the scene between Angelo and Janet at Brooklyn Heights. Her eyes widened witnessing Angelo's supposed uncaring expression as Janet ripped his heart to shreds. She delved deep into his soul. Bai could feel the pain of his broken heart. Janet's words resonated in Bai's ears. Her rage built spun by the desire to snuff out this possible rival with a lash from a white-scaled tail.
"My angel, can you sense the freedom rushing through your soul?" She kissed his cheek. "My sweet angel," again she called him that name. "You were blessed with that title Angelo for your spirit. Your spirit of honor and purity." She inhaled, as her black eyes glistened. "Look at the tears," lifting her hand, a drop of liquid spread on her finger. "It is in here, all in here." She sighed. "Do not fight it, the sorrow is flushed from your soul."
He looked into her eyes, seeing emptiness. Bai's pupils became black pools of water, a place to hide from the world.
"Do not fear these tears." She said.
Bai felt relief as his body began to ease into her grasp.
"The sorrow you suffered. The horrible agony has been cleansed from you." Her face inches from his. "You are pure of spirit. You are free. You," his face awash in tears and sweat tried to keep his eyes open. "You are mine." She placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "You are free."
The events in the front of the store were carried to Xiaoqing's ears.
Resuming her position near the backroom window, the young snake sister slithered her human form into the corner. She had heard enough.
"You left one thing out, my sister." A forked tongue tasted the air. Pulling her legs up so trembling knees pressed against her breasts.
"Yes, my poor barbarian, you are now purged. You are drained of sorrow." A smirk covered the younger sister's expression.
"Do you feel your soul flushed of its pain?" Xiaoqing's body shook. "You, you, you, all for you." She snorted a laugh. "You now are free of these demons that rip apart your soul." As the young woman shivered over the man's future, she looked to the ceiling.
"You forgot to tell him, my dearest Jie Jie." Pausing as her nostrils flared.
"You are all these things." Her eyelids closed. "My powerful sister's words sooth your troubled heart." Bringing her chin toward her chest. "But, my young American. Do you hear what she is telling you?"
The young Immortal shook her head, as one that knows the all to terrible truth.
"You are now my slave."
Note to reader: I am enjoying writing this story. Transposing it to modern day has been interesting. Please tell me your opinion, if you want to read more.
Hint...Bai has tasted a human man. What will happen next with our (slave?) Angelo?
