Hi guys.
Sorry this chapter took longer then usual to post but as some of my closer friends know, Australia has been hit by some of the worst flooding in it's history.
My little town has been cut off by torrential waters for nearly three weeks now but the roads have finally been opened so we should see supplies coming in.
My Hubby and I have been out helping our friends, who live on farms, to try and get hundreds of cattle to higher ground, sometimes in torrential rain and through water so deep our poor horses were nearly swimming.
I won't complain too much as I know we got out of it a lot better then some of the other towns that have been affected by this, especially Toowoomba and Grantham as they have just been hit un-expectantly by what people are calling, an *Inland Tsunami,* a wall of water up to 8 metre's high in places that went through the towns, (who the fuck has ever heard of something like that?) Things are really crazy over hear at the moment and my heart goes out to all those that also have been affected by this disaster. I'm thinking of you all.
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Many thanks to my wonderful reviewers
The secret spot: I'm so glad that your enjoying this fic, thanks for letting me know that you missed it. Hopefully you will enjoy the changes I made.
Psycho Steph: You know what, if I were Jules, I think I would cut out Tegan's tongue then sew her lips together when I got out, with fishing line to. Yes, I'm trying to go into depth with the boys relationship with each other, could you just imagine those three together growing up? Yazoo wouldn't be too bad but Kadaj would be the toddler from hell I'm sure.
Natzilla: so glad you like the changes my dear, hope you enjoy this chapter as I have made quite a few to this one. More Reno, more Rude and more Dufus and Tseng.
Silvermercy: LOL…..yes I love sadistically sexy to, really happy you picked up the changes as there will be quite a lot of them on the way.
Katsy1988: Oh yes….nothing makes me quiver more then a sexy bad boy, and these bad boys are set for quite a ride, glad you will be coming along.
Avid fantasy: Thank you very much for the wonderful compliments, I am really trying to give all my characters a deeper personality this time round. Yes, I'm a bit sadistic when it comes to the boys pets, but it would bore me if they were lovey dovey with them….yawn….nothing like a bit of B&D…..snigger.
Irene Sharda: Hope I explained the different types of Materia and their levels enough, and the reason for Tseng's allegiance never coming into question for Max. I'm really glad you asked though as I usually have the reason for certain things that have occurred, but I forget to put it down on paper. Thanks for reminding me to explain my logic on why things happen.
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OK, again, thanks to all those that are totally fabulous and leave me such wonderful reviews. You guys are the best.
Warnings are…..FORCED SEX, ABUSE, LANGUAGE, BLOOD, VIOLENCE, oh and a warning for yaoi lovers….HET!, chicken be-headings and suggestions of animal abuse. LOL
ADULTS ONLY VIEWING. VERY GRAPHIC CONTENT!
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It was 5.30am, Rufus sat weary from spending all night in his modest office. He ignored the magnitude of paperwork that lay in disastrous yet somewhat organised chaos on his desk as his sole attention was directed at the Com device that he'd rescued from being buried alive.
"Say again Reno," he calmly said into the Com, "have you found them?"
The desk lamp flickered as the little box crackled static for a few seconds before the redheads voice gurgled out.
"Yes sir, we found them, just as you said," crackled Reno's voice. "There was no resistance this time, who ever the hell those three freaks were, they're gone now. The artefacts are being loaded as we speak," continued the tinny, static effected tone. "And we're heading back A.S.A.P."
Rufus contemplated the news, so Tseng had been correct in his assumption of these strange artefacts he found at the Northern Crater, Reno would have laughed and left them where they lay if he thought them to be anything other then the unexplainable.
Rufus nodded his head, "Hurry back, I want these things brought straight to Healin so Dr Deakin can get started on them," he pushed the little box away without another thought and rummaged through the paperwork for one piece in particular, finding it, he pulled the soft material of his hood up covering his blond locks and repositioned the eye patch. With his protective camouflage in place to hide from the world his true condition, he hit the intercom and buzzed his secretary.
"Trudy, I have a few papers for you to file away right now," he idly commented.
Not three seconds later, Trudy entered, a middle aged woman that groomed herself to perfection. Long brown hair, hazel eyes and full red lips all clothed within a perfectly wrinkle free grey suit and black stiletto's. Without a word the pristine woman started to organise his chaotic mess that lay strewn across his desk. Rufus reversed his motorised wheelchair and headed for the window, giving her free rein at the clutter and he absently looked out to the brightening horizon, was it morning already?
He studied the piece of paper in his hand, it was a photocopy provided by Tseng a few weeks ago and Rufus was as excited about the results as Rufus Shinra possibly could be.
"Trudy," without looking at the woman he held out his hand, "Max Hamilton's file please."
He heard the file draw open and quickly the fat folder was placed in his outstretched hand, he gazed over the last few reports that Tseng secretly sent him each week.
'Doctors visit confirmed the worst for Max, he has Geostigma. Advanced stage with approximately twelve months to live. I've advised him that now would be a good time to make out a Will to which he has agreed. He is insisting on giving the Hamilton board members control of the company's activities as he is well aware of Tegan's disinterest in running the company but I'm sure I can convince him to give her full autonomy. He has forbidden the Doctor or I telling of his condition and even his daughter is unaware. I'll send you his Will requirements and once you approve I'm sure we could expedite his condition to within a few months.
I'll wait for any changes you wish for me to try and enforce, can't guarantee too much as he's still pretty coherent at he moment.'
That report had come two weeks ago and Rufus had been scheming for a way to involve himself in the mans business ever since. His only avenue was the girl at this stage, things were so much simpler when he was in power, he just picked up the phone and it would be done. Now, things were a little more complicated and required a lot more effort on his behalf.
Unfortunately, everything had a cost, no one came to power on a freebie. Information was always costly investment, his Turks had to paid, the five scientist he had hand picked, who now worked on the remains of the Jenova being that Tseng had recovered from the Northern Crater, they all had costs and his money was starting to dwindle.
All he needed was for that dark headed shrew to say "I do," and all his problems would be fixed. But, how to force her to say those two simple words?
He was drawn away from this mystery when the phone rang, Trudy grabbed for it as Rufus checked her progress on cleaning his desk.
The woman did her usual introduction, a few more queries then pushed the hold button.
"Sir," she mildly said.
"Yes." he huffed, annoyed with the unusual early interruption.
"I have a call for you Mr Shinra, from Tseng."
Rufus jolted slightly upright in his chair, this was a surprise. What could possibly be so important that would cause the Wutain man to call him at this hour?
The hooded figure swung his chair around and motored over to the now clean desk, "thankyou Trudy, that will be all," without a word the woman left, closing the door behind her.
He quickly reached out and pushed the hold button again, clearing the line.
"Tseng, what's wrong?" his voice almost sounding concerned.
"Rufus, Max just found out someone has taken his daughter," the Wutain man was well aware that there was a lot riding on Rufus getting the girl back under their restraining influence and the young President in control, of her and her finances, also the elite Hamilton cooperation. The presidents interest in Tegan was purely monetary in nature of course but that was the only kind that mattered to his undisclosed boss.
Rufus sat, taken aback at the news for a few brief seconds.
"And your sure about this Tseng….she hasn't just taken off again?" It wouldn't have been the first time the moody bitch had done it.
"Sir, they found her car abandoned and there was blood at the scene."
Rufus' mind raced with possible scenarios of who could be involved in this. All his scheming and planning would be for nothing if someone had beaten him to the punch. If these idiots actually killed the Ho then his uncomplicated road to power and fortune was lost.
"How much blood." he hesitantly asked.
"Not enough to suggest her death at this stage, but she's hurt." replied Tseng.
A thin smile spread across Rufus' lips at the thought of that toffee-nosed bitch in pain before returning to the dire matter at hand.
"Who has the old man put into play on this?"
"I'm in charge Sir, but he has said to pull everyone I need into service." he replied. "The old mans no relying on the police in this matter."
"I need you here with a full report immediately Tseng, can you get away from him without raising suspicion?"
"Of course," the brunette gave a snort of amusement, "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
Rufus hung up and considered his ruse; it was an ingenious idea to plant Tseng into the Hamilton Corporation when he disappeared two years ago, presumably dead. He needed someone he could trust to watch over the shrew and his future investment and Tseng had his own motivations for wanting Rufus to succeed in taking control of the city…well planet, was more to be exact.
With the young blond in power again, Tseng would be free to exact his revenge on those responsible for his families death. The young President knew the Turk was loyal to a fault, vengeance was definitely a dish best served cold, and when the Wutain man exacted his, Rufus kind of wanted to be there to watch.
Over the course of his two year employment with Hamilton's, Tseng had expressed his interest in re-establishing connections with his motherland country. So when Shinra's leader re-emerged from death, Tseng had simply stated to Max that he had reinstated his allegiance to Wutai, abandoning Shinra and what it stood for. Max never questioned it, there was no need. He believed that given a choice, everyone would choose Max Hamilton over a collapsed company trying to re-emerge to former glory. And the history between Wutai and Shinra was nothing less then confrontational at best.
The dark haired ex-Turk played his part to perfection, a hidden mole, a sleeper, one that kept watch over Rufus' future assets and eliminated one way or another any rivals to his expected inheritance. Rufus needed money more then ever now, he had a lot of work being done unbeknown to the populace, even his own Turks were oblivious to all that he had in the works, only a chosen few were privy to what exactly the President was up to.
The devious blond didn't want to leave anything to chance when his bid for domination or power was at risk. He planned things in advance and whether it took years to come to fruition, it was still worth it in the end.
Tseng wasn't complaining, he received two pay checks each week and delighted in reporting on the girls liaisons with amusement, she was such the little slut.
Max's company was the principal force in re-building Edge after the cities ruin, so according to the powers that be, that left Rufus in a prominent position to recur to former glory in powering said city. Max was in effect, building Rufus' city for him, to a state that they would need him more then ever before.
His standing in society was not at its strongest yet, but nobody would dare go against him with his Turks. Their reputation alone ensured compliance from the subjugated citizens; to take the shrew knowing she was linked to him as well as Max was definitely a brave but totally stupid move.
Max and Old Shinra were long time friends, both deep in their own type of undercover dealings that exploited the world and it's inhabitants, But in Rufus' view, the old man had softened a lot in the last two years due to lack of competition. Most of his alliances and opposition had been destroyed in the war but it didn't matter, his ascension to power was guaranteed and he had languished in a state of unrivalled power in Rufus' absence.
"So, it seems the end of a well forgotten era is at hand." mumbled Rufus. "Old Shinra dead and Max soon to follow. And here I am, patiently waiting in the wings," he smirked as he thought about his dead father.
"Turns out, my time is now old man, I will become more then you ever were, more, then you could ever imagine." he softly promised.
The girl was not a priority in the slightest but her future fortune was, not to say that he hadn't enjoyed taking her, especially when he knew she didn't particularly enjoy it, she was just a small bonus at the end of the day for him. The dark haired vixen would lay quietly beneath him with her trim legs spread, she would never utter a single groan unless he thrust hard, it was only when he got violent that she seemed to enjoy it, to prolong her displeasure, he would make his slow fuck last as long as possible.
But now…she just plain pissed him off, her snobbish rejection inspired all sorts of vindictive thoughts to cross his mind. If and when he got hold of her, he was definitely putting some into play. She liked violent, he would give it to her.
True to his word, fifteen minutes later and Tseng was striding into the office.
"Sir," he acknowledged his boss as he entered.
Rufus nodded in greeting, "Tseng, come in, sit down," he indicated to the seat on the opposite side of his desk.
The Turk sat and immediately handed Rufus the copy of all the reports concerning the apparent abduction of Tegan Hamilton.
The hooded blonde sat quietly studying, flicking through some pages while re-reading others.
"And this is everything is it?" he queried the Wutain.
"Yes it is everything sir, no witnesses are coming forward and there's no traces of who might be involved…..so far."
"Good, very good. I need to think for a minute," he contemplated the possibilities of what he could achieve from this situation. "This could be the perfect time for us to take control somehow, if whoever took her is after a ransom, we need to be in place and take them out, I want to be seen as Tegan's saviour in any case as I need something over the bitch," he heaved a sigh in annoyance, sat back with a groan and gave a lopsided smirk.
"I don't suppose you could drill the idea into Max's head that I'm far better equipped to run his business then any of his cronies and daughter put together," he amusingly queried the Wutain.
Tseng grinned, "funny you should say that, as only last week I suggested he think about your former betrothal and you know what he said?" smirked the Turk.
Rufus scoffed, "Let me guess, he said, it was a most marvellous idea and why didn't he think of it earlier," teased the blond.
Tseng pulled a doubtful face, "not exactly," he grinned, "there was something about the apple not falling far from the tree, greedy clutches and I do believe I heard something that implied you were not of high moral standards sir…..not in those exact words of course but I'm sure you get the picture."
Rufus grunted, "thank you for the sugar coated version Tseng," he tapped his fingers on the arm rest as he thought.
"I think we need dear Max a little more under our influence then he currently is," sighed the blond President. "Make sure you see Deakin before you leave, he has something that will help us with that."
Rufus' thoughts returned to the current problem of the girl, "Ok, we will start with this, tell him there is almost nothing to go on, give it a few hours to settle in his gut then suggest in sharing this information with us in a….lets just say…..joint rescue, to find his darling little shrew. That with my contacts, I would be a great help in finding her alive.
"What if they try to ransom her before then?" asked Tseng.
"Lets just hope they don't, in any case, we'll still be able to find the stupid bastards and take them out. Make sure the good doctors prognosis slips out to the Hamilton board members and watch them scramble desperately for control, it will be bedlam and no one will give a single thought to poor Tegan Hamilton, except for her distressed father and you of course," he smiled.
"On Doctors orders, he is to receive no one, we can't have any ambitious manager sneaking in and influencing him in any way, and any police reports are to be handed over to you or confiscated and manipulated to our advantage, by any means necessary. We need to control the information that is released to the old man." he flicked back over the file.
"I trust you can fill in any blanks for me." Rufus replied.
"Consider it done Sir." Nodded the confident Turk.
He looked to his trusted subordinate, mulling over how invaluable the man had been to him. The fact that he had nearly lost that advantage in their last mission didn't refrain Rufus from sending him out on this one, it was to important not to. Tseng's wounds were healed but the psychological damage would take longer, there was no Materia to cure the mind of its bad memories, the dark haired Turk would simply have to endure those horrific memoirs.
"Where did you tell the old man you were," queried Rufus about the Turks disappearance from Max's employment while he was searching for Jenova.
Tseng smiled, "I didn't exactly lie to him, I told him I was going to the Northern Crater…..rock climbing, to be exact."
The blond smirked, "This will all be worth it in the end Tseng, your pain will not be in vain. If I get what I want…..it goes without saying that you will get everything you want Tseng, we will have the power and the muscle for you to just walk into Wutai with a squad of SOLDIERS and take what's yours, no one will be able to do a dam thing about it. That bastard will see who it is, and you can smile while you watch his execution, isn't that what you want?"
Tseng's eyes glazed over at the possibilities, that murdering, self appointed lord would pay for his deceitful deeds.
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'Things were getting real weird these days,' mused Reno as he pulled the chopper out of the crater. 'Silver headed freaks and weird alien speakers,' that was what the damn things looked like. His wild red hair making crazier spirals around his head as the wind whipped through the cabin.
"Yo, shut the fucking door rookie," he yelled at the new recruits sitting in the back of the chopper.
One heavily armed young man quickly stood and slammed the sliding door closed with a loud thud and despite the fact that Reno only had his signature stun baton, he gave the gun wielding youth a mouthful, after all, what were rookies good for if not to pick on.
"Fucking dip-stick, live in a fucking tent or something, mess-up my damn hair butt-plug," he abused the kid in question. Even despite the fact that were five other well equipped men in the back, he singled this kid out for a tongue lashing. They would all get the pleasure of his insults somewhere in the not so distant future anyway.
He gave a quick check to the artefact's nestled in packing on the floor, 'damn things better not be bombs or I'm screwed.' he thought.
The rising sun shone in his face and Reno lowered his tinted goggles over his eyes to block the glare, the trip back would take a while which left him nothing to do but chat with his partner.
"Yo, Rude…got any plans tonight?" he yelled above the droning engine.
The sombre bald Turk just shook his head in denial.
"Want to know what I'll be getting up to?" leered the redhead and not waiting for Rude to reply, he delved into his pocket and came up with his phone.
Chewing on his top lip as he searched through his photo files until he found what he was looking for, then shoved the screen into his partners face.
"Yo, that's what I'm getting up to tonight buddy….twins," he said proudly.
Rude looked at the snap shot, two of the most unintelligent looking bleached blond women sat huddled together in very short, matching pink dresses that defied the materials ability to stretch that far over their humongous breasts.
"Yeah, they look like real nice girls," he sarcastically replied.
Reno ignored his partners quip, "so…. you want a piece of this action buddy? Hey, I'm not greedy you know, I'll share if ya want." he offered.
Rude gave a gruff snort of amusement, "nah Reno, think I'll pass on this one, thanks for the offer though." the bald Turk looked out his window, shaking his head ever so slightly and smirking in glee. The redhead seemed to enjoy the simple things in life….and to Rude, those two girls seemed very simple indeed.
"Suit yourself," he said and re-pocketed the phone, "but I told them about you and Candy said she had a thing for bald guys," Reno grinned.
He sat there making slight adjustments to the direction of the helicopter and waited. Ten minutes later, "what kind of a thing?" queried Rude and Reno broke out into a broad, endearing smile.
"Guess you'll just have to come along to find out," teased the redheaded Turk.
The rest of the flight back went in silence but Reno bet the bald Turk was thinking about the possibilities of getting some Candy the whole way. He lined up the Heli-pad at Healin and lowered the big chopper down.
"Don't open the fucking door till I tell you it's safe," he yelled back at the rookies, "you climb out all gun-ho and you'll end up with ya fucking heads cut off," he glared at each and every one. It wasn't that he didn't like the young men, but he had to assert his position as *Alpha male* to all the up and coming young cubs.
The engines whined to a stop as he unbuckled his restraints and made for the sliding door.
"Fucking rookies," he mumbled just loud enough for them to hear, as the heavy blades came to a stop he opened the door and jumped out. The gun brandishing men filed out and the red head reached in and slid the bagged artefact's towards him, attempting to pick one up. For their size, the fucking things weighed a ton and Reno quickly put it down again and turned around to the men.
"Well don't fucking walk in empty handed, grab one for fucks sake…..shit….. where does he get them these days," he grumbled. The rookies with packages secured, waited for Reno's next order.
"Hurry up and follow me," and he led them towards the infamous Dr Deakin's lab.
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Loz, excited that his playtime was finally at hand, carefully lowered his distraught little female to the tiled floor of the bathroom and reached in to run the shower. While keeping his eyes fixed on the huddled figure still wrapped securely in the mink blanket, he adjusted the taps. Once satisfied with the temperature, he returned to her side and gently pulled the pet to her feet.
The burly remnant attempted to unwrap the blanket but the whimpering girl clung to it tightly, nervously shaking her head while mewling little noises of denial, Loz with his simple, childlike mind tried to appease her fretful condition.
"It's ok….we're just gunna get you cleaned up alright…..you smell like jizz and you look like shit." he bluntly informed thinking it would coax her into some kind of comfortable state. "I'm not gunna screw ya just yet, trust me," he offered his pet the explanation that in his mind, should have calmed her straight away.
He wrapped his bulky, powerful arms around her small trembling form, enfolding her into him while petting her head in a soothing way. "Shhhhhhhhh…..It's ok….shhhhhhhh…..good girl." Loz knew he sometimes failed to understand the complexities of social behaviour, but he tried, he really did.
"You're safe for now…ok." he rocked back and forth still trying to pacify the girl.
Loz knew the 'for now' bit was just that, but he couldn't say what was really on the forefront of his mind. 'You're safe for as long as I can keep my brothers from killing you dead.' That was more the reality of it. Loz tried to force the sad thoughts away, he wanted to enjoy the feel of the female in his arms and deal with the inevitable outcome of brother bashing until later.
The memory of his last pet brought nothing but pain to him, the fiery little redhead. He had really liked the girl and no matter what his younger siblings said to him, or how much Daj pouted, fumed and made a fuss, he refused to end her. The sweet little thing had committed suicide in the end, so sad this strange human behaviour, to think that this action was the only answer to their problematic predicaments.
His baby brother had come to him one morning, gently shook him awake and sat down on the edge of the bed, taking him by the hand with a sad look on his beautiful face. Loz instantly knew something was wrong. Daj had found her and broke the news as gently as possible to the hypersensitive big guy. "Loz…..your fucking hedonistic little pet just went and drowned herself in the kitchen sink," he sympathetically said. "If she's gunna do that sort of shit, then your better off without her."
It had hurt him dreadfully that she had preferred death to being with him. He thought she liked him, after all, he feed her…..washed her…..cleaned up after her….what more could a pet want?
His thoughts returned to the female in his arms, his little redhead had been just as scared when he first brought her home to, it took a few days to get her to love him, but it was worth all that effort.
He guessed he should persevere with this one then. "Come on, you'll look heaps better afterwards." he said trying to coax her into the cleansing water.
Gently but forcefully, he tore the blanket out of her struggling grasp and shoved her stumbling and whinging into the shower and under the running stream. Once the quivering form was released, she turned her back to him and completely immersed herself under the strong flow, shivering despite the warmth of the water.
Loz just stood there staring at the pretty things naked back, thinking about the nickname Kadaj had given her. Mouse, at the moment that's just what the poor girl looked like, a petrified little mouse.
The muscled silver felt his manly instincts to protect and comfort the girl kick in as he quickly undressed, his eyes stayed glued to her form, taking in every detail he could find. Shoulder length mid brown hair, texture of her skin, the curve of her spine, small in stature yet perfectly proportioned, as far as he was concerned anyway.
However, Loz wasn't overly fussy when it came to specifics of the female form, as long as they would lay down and let him demonstrate just how much he loved them, then he was pretty content.
He kicked his pile of leathers to the side and stepped in, closing the door behind him and leant gently against her back. As their flesh touched, the girl jumped, attempting to vanish into the corner of the shower cubicle whimpering and trembling.
Loz reached for her arms, grabbing a gentle hold and pulled her back to his chest and under the flowing water.
She stood absolutely motionless, flush up against the muscle bound big guy, her head down but offering him no resistance. Running his large, strong hands over her dampening hair, he grabbed hold of the shampoo and gently started to wash the girl's silky brown strands.
"Ya stink like Daj," screwing up his nose as his brother's scent wafted up to assail his nose. He guessed after what his younger brothers put her through, no wonder the girl reeked of their sexual stench.
She stood there not budging, apart from her eyes that darted around every now and again, it was the only sign his female wasn't in some kind of comatose state. He could plainly see her fear and apprehension as he finished washing her sleek hair, easing her head gently back under the running water, he devotedly washed the suds away.
"There…..ya sort of look a bit better already?" he happily told her. Mouse didn't respond so he grabbed for the conditioner.
"What's your name?" the pet kept silent so he smothered her head in conditioner and slowly started working it in.
"My names Loz" he grinned, his smile fading at her continued silence.
"At least tell me your name," he pleaded, "Daj called you Mouse…..do ya like that name?" He looked intently at the girl trying to see any reaction to her new name.
"Well…..I'll just call ya Mouse," he gleefully said. Loz had a pet now and his mood was quite jovial despite the fact that she wasn't saying a word.
He finished massaging her head then pulled little Mouse back under the stream to rinse. Encircled her with his well-built arms and just holding the nervous creature, enjoying the feel of her soft body and doing his best to reassure the female of his good will. He reached for the soap, whispering into her ear,
"I'm just gunna wash you ok, no funny business I promise."
He ran his soapy hand over her back, noting her tensing muscles, he was sure gunna have to work hard to get this one to like him after what his brothers did to her. They could be a little on the rough side sometimes and Loz heard them often joking about wanting refunds for broken toys or flat batteries, although he no idea what the idiots were on about, people didn't have batteries.
He moved the sudsy soap lower on her back and down over her firm butt, the pets head snapped up and she retreated to the corner again, Loz put his free hand to her stomach and pulled her back, holding her there while he continued washing her butt cheeks.
He marvelled at their soft, wet, spongy feel, taking his time, washing them thoroughly as he moved his hand round and round and round and round over the wonderful globs of flesh. He loved girl bums, they were soft….bouncy…full and he never tired of watching how they wobbled when he was having his fun time from behind them.
He moved to her thighs giving them a wash and skimmed quickly over calves, turning her around to face him and gently pushing the girl back against the wall.
The muscled silver grabbed one petite arm, lathering it up and gently massaging her tight muscles. Then, the other arm, giving it the same loving attention.
Loz moved in close to his pet, running the bubbly lather slowly over her chest and lower to discreetly as possible, so it would almost look like an accident, to brush over her breasts. Mouse turned her head to the side, away from him as the fear on her face deepened.
"Shhhhh…Good girl….It's alright, remember Mousey….I'm not gunna hurt ya, just wash ok." he tried to sooth her.
He was getting excited rolling his hands around over her small breasts, his manhood stiffening on it own accord as his fingers glided over her pert nipples, he had to make sure they were clean after all.
His efforts voyaging lower to her flat stomach, large hands moving smoothly around over her hips then back up to her breasts again, repeating the circular process several times much to his delight.
She just stood there not moving a muscle with her head to the side, avoiding his gaze. He marvelled at her nipples, chuckling in awe. "You've got browney coloured nipples…..did you know that?" he said enchanted in the fact.
He stroked and gently pulled at the sensitive buds, grinning as they, under duress, hardened beneath his big fingers. "I've only seen pink ones before…Oh, besides mine…..they're sort of greyish, silverish…..see!" He braced his breast with one hand so the girl could in fact see his silverish nipple.
"Bet ya haven't seen one that colour before…oh besides Yaz's, guess ya got to see his up real close right." he chuckled, then seeing the mortified look on the girls face he went back to the job of getting her clean.
He cleared his throat and resumed washing her down, slowly lowering one hand from her breast, down to her stomach, his fingertip slowly circled the girls bellybutton a few times then lower again, stroking the feather soft hair just above her mound.
"We have to wash everything….ok?" he tentatively said to her. "If my tongue is going down there…..I don't wanna be tasting Yaz juice…..it aint that appetising let me tell ya!" he giggled at his own joke.
Her eyes were darting around frantically now, contemplating the idea of Loz washing her private parts and the fact that his hot, wet tongue was destined to go there as well. Her breathing becoming very irregular as he wrapped a muscled arm around the pets slim waist to keep her in place and with the other he navigated his soapy digits to dance over her velvet soft mound. Slowly, leisurely, slipping them between her outer folds, rubbing his fingers back and forth, working up lather to erase any evidence of her previous liaisons with his siblings.
The burley boy decided he wanted to feel where Yazoo had ventured, into her soft, warm body. As he moved his hand forward again, he slipped his middle finger inside her snug tunnel.
Loz held on tight as she squealed, bucked, and rose up on her toes in an attempt to un-impale herself from the invading digit. For the first time she acknowledged him by looking into his eyes, bringing her hands up to his powerful arms trying to push him away.
"Shhhhh, girly, I promise I won't hurt you," he cooed, holding her gaze steadily, just calmly keeping her in place as he continued with his cleansing routine.
Mouse was making a fuss but Loz ignored her squeaks of protest, slowly moving his finger in and out of her warm gooey tunnel. She felt fantastic to him and he didn't know if he could keep his word on 'no funny business' in the shower.
"You're really pretty you know?" he murmured and lent his forehead against hers. This was such a beautiful time for him, having her naked in his arms, the feeling of her skin touching his, her tight tunnel squeezing in around his finger, he closed his eyes and savoured the moment.
It had been awhile for Loz, he hadn't had a pet for 6 weeks and he was sick of taking matters into his own hands, it never felt even remotely the same as being ball deep inside another living creature. Sometimes, if he really annoyed Yazoo enough, the middle sibling would offer up his perfect cheeks for the spreading, but then...Yaz would expect something in return and that usually ended with Loz crying.
He only asked Daj when he was absolutely desperate, the little shit liked it rough…..real rough…..and once again, Loz would end up in tears. His brothers seemed to operate best together, they had a connection with each other that had apparently circumnavigated completely around Loz…and he was quite happy he missed that boat.
His finger, encased in warm female flesh, pushed in deeper. Mouse was clearly upset with his ministrations but this had to be done. She whimpered, wriggled and squirmed, trying in vain to detach his finger from her wonderful love tunnel, Loz couldn't wait to get her on the bed and replace that finger with something else.
He kept up his slow movements so he didn't startle the spooked girl and decided to test her elasticity, on his next glide into her, he inserted another finger.
Suddenly the female resisted his sanitation attempt, releasing a flurry of puny punches against the big boys chest, it was almost comical to the lofty remnant as they went totally unfelt.
"Mouse….naughty." he scorned her bad behaviour, easily collecting her petite little wrists in his one free hand, he continued his two finger fuck until she got used to the idea. Finally, understanding that it would be done whether she wanted it to or not, the girl settled back down, resorting to whimpers every time he glided his digits inside her.
"It's ok…. shhhhhh we're almost done Mouse."
He cupped his hands under the water and rinsed her off her fleshy folds, then did the same for her innermost parts. "Come on girly, we'll get you dried up," he softly spoke to her.
Loz turned off the tap and reached behind to slide open the shower door, he dragged the girl out with him, keeping that lovely warm skin as close to him as possible. When he reached for a towel to dry her down, suddenly, Mouse wrenched it out of his hands and wrapped it protectively around herself.
"OK, dry yourself then." he watched her closely, unsure of what she would do as he grabbed another towel to dry himself. When it was apparent that she was just going to stand there with the towel as her safety blanket, Loz sternly reprimanded her naughtiness, waving his pointy finger at the girl.
"You can either dry yourself off properly, or I'm gunna do it for you and I won't be making any more promises about no funny business again ok!"
He watched as the girl seemed to mull this over, finally, after a few indecisive minutes, she turned her back to him, hastily drying herself off.
Loz finished first, wrapping the towel around his muscled waist and tucking it in at the front, then with his hands on his hips he stood there waiting for her to finish.
When he was sure she couldn't get any dryer, he took her hand and pulled the resisting figure along with the towel, behind him into the bedroom.
Mouse saw the room she was walking into, the double bed and soft lighting brought forth that kitten like meowing sound again as she pulled back trying to wrestle her hand out of his grasp.
"Its gunna be alright, you'll like it, just wait and see," he explained.
She fought him fanatically, even after his promise of liking it, much to his confusion, until he become worried about the girl actually hurting herself. Finally, picking her up, he carried her the rest of the way, throwing her down on top of the soft mattress.
As soon as her back hit the surface she tried to scramble away from him but he grabbed her ankle and effortlessly held her in place. The stocky silver knelt on the edge of the bed, gazing longingly down at her struggling, naked body before reaching out with his free hand, taking hold of her towel and forcefully pulling it away.
She cried out in fear, trying to cover up her nakedness and doubled her efforts to escape his hold but it was a futile endeavour. Loz removed his towel, strong frame enhanced by powerfully built muscles were emphasised in the dim lighting, he laid down beside her, pulling the distraught female into his arms, wrapping her up in a cacoon of his protective body and just held her till the struggles ceased.
Many long moments later, the girls shaking started to subside but for some reason, she had adopted a distant and detesting attitude towards him. The behaviour confused the big guy somewhat as he thought he's been a good carer so far, he hadn't hurt her, and he had washed her down real good…maybe it was because he hadn't fed her yet?
Maybe she needed his love?
"Come ere Mouse." he murmured, staring intently down into her eyes then truly noticing their uniqueness. "Your eyes are funny…their all different colours…really weird." he mused, enthralled with her hazel eyes.
She turned sullenly away from him, depressing Loz's cheerful observation somewhat.
"Come on Mouse….this is fun…..just the two of us snuggled up and talkin." he said nuzzling in closer.
A depressing idea entered his mind. "Your not gunna do a Starfish are ya?" he queried, getting annoyed at her silence.
Loz's body jerked, slightly rising off the bed as he let out an annoyed, audible huff at her continued tight-lipped treatment.
"Fine…I'll just do it all meself then." he blurted out expecting the girl to respond.
"Ohhhh…..come-on Mouse." he whined, kicking out slightly with his feet in childish frustration.
"I hate it when you's just lie there not saying nothing while I'm doing it." This female was turning out to be quite stubborn, what could he say that would get the defiant little thing to be a good obedient girl?
"You know….I haven't had a root for SIX weeks!" he exclaimed. "My balls are aching like mad…they're really tight…here feel." he proffered his testicles for the girl to feel but she never moved.
"Mouse….talk to me would ya, I'm not askin much, just 'Hi Loz' would do for now?" Suddenly his Mouse looked to him, Loz' heart skipped…she was gunna talk to him after all and a bright smile lit his face.
"Where's my friends you fucking bastard?" screamed his pet.
Loz's smile fell instantly off his face. 'Maybe…it would be better if she stayed silent for now,' he thought.
"Um…..me brothers have them." he dubiously replied.
"Why…..why are you doing this, what do you want, who are you and why won't you let me go? please let us go we've done nothing wrong and you've hurt us badly and for no good reason….are you going to kill me? please let me go…..I want to go home please, please, please let me go home." pleaded his pet.
Loz raised his eyes to the ceiling as if searching for something.
"Um…..me name is Loz…um….me brother Yazoo wanted to play with that nasty girl…..can't let ya go cause Daj will get pissed at me….um….um…..what was your other questions?"
"Are you going to kill me?" she nervously asked.
Loz looked shocked, "NO…no…no, I wouldn't ever do that, you're my girl….I won't ever hurt you," he reassured her and he wasn't lying, just skipping over a few minor details.
"What about your brothers?" she asked.
'Shit'he thought, before getting a Loz brainstorm.
"If you be good, I wont let em screw you again, ok, but ya have to be nice to me." he raised his brows in question at her.
The girl seemed to do her own thinking then, looking around the room for the answers to all her self preservation questions.
"If I'm nice to you Loz," she said his name sweetly. "will you let me go?" queried his nervous pet.
Loz found he was on a roll. "If your real nice, I will," he convincingly lied.
"But ya gotta talk to me, kiss me, cuddle me and ya gotta, you know, do it with me…lots and lots and I will."
He looked down into her searching eyes and suddenly her hand was on his chest.
What about my friends?" she begged of him.
"Whoa… can't vouch for them," he hesitantly said, "Kadaj has the pretty boy and Yazoo seems smitten with the idea of amusing himself with the girl, there not likely to wanna let em go." he said. "Yazzy's in a bit of a mischievous mood cause of your friend."
"Please help us!" whimpered the female pet.
"I can keep you alive Mouse, that's all I'll promise," he told her.
"Where is Tegan and Andrew?" she sobbed, her lips trembling with unease.
"I dunno." he lied, he couldn't tell her that her friends were most likely being tortured, forced into Jenova knew what, and perhaps killed at this very moment.
"Probably getting shagged for the second time round by now," he mumbled to himself.
Mouse opened her mouth to nag again and Loz held up his finger silencing her.
"Playtime first…..talk later, ok." he said.
His little pet glared at him, suddenly throwing herself onto her back with her limbs spread out in the typical Starfish fashion Loz knew only to well.
"Your just like your brothers," she cried, accepting the fact that nothing she did was going to change what she was going to have to endure yet again to survive.
Loz broke into a huge grin. "Thatta girl." he beamed, and immediately climbed on top of the suddenly willing female.
He hugged her in close, kissing her soft lips as he ground his thick dick against her mound but she remained unresponsive, looking away.
"Remember….you hafta be nice to me or else…..no free Mouse" he quipped.
After a brief pause, she had obviously come to the conclusion that saving her skin was paramount right now and wrapped her arms reluctantly around him. Loz senses were delirious at the feel of her yielding and kissed her cheek softly.
"Kiss, kiss mouse." he smugly sung.
She sullenly turned towards him and he pounced onto her lips, immediately going for the deep tongue plunge, she groaned in protest but after his lips insisted, his pet hesitantly opened her mouth slightly to give him access.
Their kisses starting out soft and testing slowly turned lustful and desperate, he wanted love and she wanted freedom. Loz ravished those luscious lips thoroughly and his little mouse let him.
"You'll like it," he promised her, "I got told once, I'm a bit of a stud." he gloated. "I'm guessing that means I'm good." he grinned in pride of his so called sexual triumphs.
With one hand gripping his thick cock firmly, he guided himself to her warm entrance and pushed in slightly, then stopped. Collecting Mouse into a tight, snug embrace, he slowly thrust deep inside the girl in one smooth drive.
His sweet pet cried out as he bottomed inside her, she felt hot, tight, fantastic. He moaned in pure ecstasy at the feeling of her tight hole gripping his cock mercilessly, lowering his mouth to cover hers and swallowing down her loud cries.
"Oh Mouse, Oh Mouse!" he moaned against her lips, she squealed out with every strong thrust he made, her small hands gripping on tightly to his large biceps.
"Oh yeah…Oh yeah," he groaned, "that's a good girl, just like that, hold on tight, good girl, here we go, it's cuming, it's cuming, here it is…Ohhhhhhhhh…..Fuckkkkkkkk-meeeeee-that-feels-good."
Loz finally got to blow his thick, milky load deep inside his pet, quivering brawny body riding out the orgasm. "Oh yeah …oh yeah…..oh yeah…ohhhhhhhh crap don't move, that's so fucking touchy, MOUSE, don't move…" he grimaced.
The big Silver shuddered violently as he pulled out of Mouse, his oversensitive head rubbing down the length of her snug tunnel, causing him an almost painful sensation after such pleasure.
Loz collapsed beside his pet thoroughly spent after his gruelling 60 second sprint to the finish line, panting heavily.
"Can we talk now?" Mouse suddenly spoke up startling the suddenly sleepy remnant.
"When will you let me go?"
"How long do I have to be here?"
"Where's Teags and Drew?"
Loz's brows creased in bewilderment at the onslaught of questions being hurled at him, "Gee wiz Mouse," he groaned. "I know I wanted ya talken an all, but do ya hafta keep nagging."
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Jules was so ashamed of herself, feeling totally tainted to the core by the three spiteful pricks. While the first attack by the long haired boy was beyond her control, she had willingly granted that small evil little bastard a gobby, then let this big insensitive, simple minded jerk give her a so called 'root,' just to save her neck.
But deep down, Jules knew she would leave her friends in an instant if it meant freedom. Juliette wanted out by any means necessary, no matter the depths of depravity that was required for her to achieve it. This Loz, he didn't seem as brutal as the others, but that didn't change the situation she was in. His brothers were volatile, the frightened girl had no doubts about how this could end if they had any say in it.
The frightened girl thought that if she had any chance at all to survive this, then she had to play along with the big guy. He seemed gullible….childlike, maybe Juliette could use that to her advantage. Thankfully he didn't last long, it was basically over before it begun, that was something she could live with at the moment. Until the chance of freedom came and Jules didn't care what the price was, it was paid.
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Kadaj dragged the semi-conscious boy down the cellar stairs, unconcerned with the kids body thudding roughly down each step.
"Come on cupcake," he snidely said to the pretty blond.
Loz had found the perfect residence for them to have a little vacation in, the modest three bedroom cottage out in the country had a cellar underneath the house that consisted of a store room that was well supplied, and two solid cement bunkers with thick steel doors. Both rooms had a shower in the corner, a toilet and a small basin installed. Obviously the former owners were thinking in advance a few years ago and had taken measures to help their odds of survival.
The bunkers had been cleared out by the boys and redecorated to their liking, into their own private little toy rooms you could say. Yazoo's reminiscent of some horror flick, torture chamber thing and Kadaj had commandeered the other, gracing it with the bare essentials of a queen sized bed that he'd commandeered from a neighbouring farm.
The blond tried to regain his feet but Kadaj held the kid down as he dragged him along, the little silver menace could only guess how frustrated his attractive teen was with his situation.
Coming upon the heavy door he pushed it open and flung the flailing youth into the centre of the room, smiling as the boy stumbled into the furthest corner that he could find from his silver antagonist.
Kadaj watched him for a brief moment, appreciating the features of his find. Long blond hair, very beautiful androgynous face, tall yet toned appealing body, he was quite a catch. In some ways, he reminded the youngest a lot of his middle sibling. "Now, don't you go anywhere sweet-cheeks, I'll be back to see you tonight."
He pointed to the corner, "there's a shower over there so try to clean yourself up a bit for me, I can't stand getting someone else's blood on me," he taunted and pulled the thick door closed, locking it and retraced his steps upstairs.
He was too spent to take the beautiful male just yet, he wanted their moment together to be something special, when he could devote all his malicious attention solely on the youth. Loz's pet had satisfied him for the time being and he needed to sleep right now, with the sun starting it's accent into the morning sky, Kadaj was ready for bed.
He ambled along the hallway to his room, it had been the human boys, the farmers young son about four years old.
Kadaj, not one for liking the kids choice in toy icons, had ripped down all the posters that had lined the walls. The bed sheets he had to put up with though, he screwed his nose up every time he took notice of them but it was ten times better then sleeping on the ground.
He closed the blinds making the room as dark as possible, flopping down on the single mattress he kicked his boots off, laying there for a while before unzipping his jacket and inching his way out of it, just the pants to go but he had to work up to it.
"I'm going to bed," came Yazoo's quiet voice from the doorway and Kadaj had guessed he had done the same with his toy, depositing her in the chamber of horrors before heading up to rest. It was one of Yazoo's little tortures, leave them all alone in the dark and wondering where the hell they were and what the hell was happening. Working themselves up into such a state that sometimes, by the time Yaz got to them, they were blithering hysterical idiots.
'He's such a lovable bastard,' mused the young leader as he thought of his pretty brother.
"Hey Yaz," murmured the youngest, "can you take my pants off?" he innocently asked.
"I'm sure you can do it Daj," came Yazoo's amused reply.
"No I can't," whined the youngest and he half-heartedly made a reach for them, "they're all the way down there," he protested.
He grinned when the middle child sighed and walked into the room, reaching down to un-zip the young leaders fly and roughly haul the black leather pants down over his hips and completely off the end of his feet in one violent jerk.
"Owwwwww…bloody hell Yaz, you nearly ripped my dick off," he grumbled and protectively rubbed his naked package.
"Your welcome little brother," came the sarcastic reply and without a backwards glance the pretty remnant made his way out again.
Kadaj lay there enjoying the wonderful silence, no fucking roosters crowing anymore, not after the first morning when he had been woken up at 4am by their irritating cock-a-doodling, he stormed out to the chook pen, Souba whooshed, heads and feathers flew and that was the end of that.
There was still the serious problem of the mangy orange cat though, it was never far away and for some reason, Kadaj was sure it held him solely responsible for killing the residents of this home. And the damn thing was lightning fast, it would launch out from some hiding place to wrap itself around his leg, cruelly digging in sharp claws and teeth that somehow penetrated his leather pants and when he screamed in pain and looked down, all he saw was a flash of orange as it disappeared.
In desperation, he had even hurled Souba at the vile little beast as it ran away after one such vicious attack, he was sure that those fucking claws had gone so deep that they had hit bone, astonishingly, he missed the orange devil. But what really jerked his chain, was the fact that the fucking cat seemed to like Yazoo. The pretty remnant had gone so far as to give the little orange atrocity a nickname….Misspussyfantastic. Kadaj seethed, he would give the fucking thing something fantastic if he ever got a hold of it.
The rest of the animals gave them a wide birth and Kadaj couldn't care less about them unless he got hungry.
Then it started, the young leader growled in frustration, the bang, bang, bang of Loz's bed head bumping into the wall as he screwed the mouse. "Oh just fucking perfect," grumbled Kadaj.
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