Pawns
WARNING,
This is an adult's only fiction. There is torture, rape, blood, gore, mutilation, strong language, bondage and very naughty remnants.
Remember to that this fiction is AU, so don't expect this to stay on course with the movie or game. It will travel along a similar path but deviates in upcoming chapters.
Also I'm giving certain characters their own agenda's in this fiction that were not present in the original storyline. If you don't like it then I'm not going to twist you're arm to keep reading. I'm just letting you know now so you don't sit there scratching your head and thinking that you must go and look this information up to see what I'm talking about because you won't find it.
I'd really like to thank all of you that leave such remarkable reviews, I get such a thrill to hear that someone enjoys my work and it really gives me the incentive to keep going. I'm also glad to find a few out there that love the remnants as they were originally intended, violent little bastards, just like Rufus said in the movie. Although I know Rufus wouldn't use the word *bastards* in a PG rated movie, I'm sure he thought they were such though. LOL.
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Escoryal: I hope you like this update and thank you for the kick in the pants at getting it finished.
dRAWINGmONSTER: It's going to be a while before I finish this story but the plot is all laid out and a rough draught drawn up so I just have to refine it. But it will be finished!
ppurple: Thank you so much and glad you're enjoying the story so far.
Blood never lies: THAT! Would have to be the most wonderful review I've had. WOW!
And you've seemed to understand perfectly the three personalities I've instilled in the Rems. I've taken what you said on board and tried to give a little more light to their personalities and how they think with what you've written in your wonderful review. Hope you don't mind but you just seemed to hit the nail right on the head with your review.
Thank you sooooo much and I really hope you'll like the path that the manipulative little bastard (Kadaj), takes us on and the unbelievable outcome that his choices will have for the planet and all involved.
Talcen: Glad you like the story so far and yes they most certainly are little monsters. Yes little Kaddie is certainly a complicated little fellow in this fict, but you will see there is more to him than meets the eye. I originally had this story revolved around Yazoo but the complexity of Kadaj, his state of mind and his intentions soon found the story revolving more so around him. And my poor OC's, they are not set for an easy ride but hopefully they add an air of uncertainty to the story.
Silvermercy: Ahhhh I'm so happy you still follow this story, Kadaj does think of himself as TOTALLY above humanity and he's not afraid to tell anyone just how fantastic he is. LOL But how could you not admire the brat after all, he is such a sexy little thing! Thanks for the review sweety and hope you like the upcoming chapters.
Ellegal: Thank you for the review, yes poor Drew is in for a world of discomfort in the near future, it's a tossup of whether I'd like to be in Kadaj's loving embrace or not, he's extremely cute but quite a psychotic little bastard.
Psycho Steph: Ahhh Steph, you have been with me from the very beginning. Even from my first original posting of this story, I hope it has improved and worth going through all their adventures the second time around. I still have those wonderful naughty words you thought up for me and intend to use them in the near future. Thank you sweety!
Irene Sharda: Thank you to you for sticking with me through the re-write to my dear. I really appreciate your wonderful reviews and so glad you like little Dajy as the free spirit he is….hahahahahahaha. Yazzy, well what can we say about him except he's like the guy next door who turns out to be a demented serial killer. Poor Loz is just happy to have a root, LMAO!
Sallyfromvenice: Thank you for the review Sally, You are most welcome for the Kadaj fest and I'm sure you'll be happy with the next instalment of naughty Daj that's coming your way soon. Poor Drew, he's trying valiantly to save himself but I really can't see him getting the better of the evil angel who holds him prisoner. And one HUGE THANK YOU for recommending this story to your friends. I really appreciate that.
gunitatsuhiko: I'm so glad you love Kadaj's one liners, he's such a little smart-ass in this fict but I love him as a smart-ass. Your Kadaj was cute and as soon as I get my act together I must re-visit him.
Well thank you to EVERYONE still reading this story, hope you enjoy the adventures of naughty remnants doing naughty things to us humans!
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It had been five days now! Five long, frustrating days since Vincent had saved the Turks from the trio of malicious young men.
Tseng and Elena had been left for dead, tortured, brutalised and Goddess knew what else they'd done to their unfortunate victims.
He'd heard rumours on the wind which sent him searching, faint whispers that were fed by fear and suspicion.
Jenova, the dreaded entity from a distant star was making herself known to a new generation of Gaia's children. The same malevolent being that wreaked havoc on this planet all those years ago, from the looks of this world; Gaia had never entertained the thought of recovering from Jenova's onslaught. The planet was in a shambles, humanity was holding on but progress, well that was an almost forgotten thing by today's standard.
The people of this world were trapped in a time warp, the days of great leaders and heroic SOLDIERS were only found in stories now. But what else could anybody do but hold on and pray that some miracle would deliver them from what they'd become.
If the Calamity had returned, it would mean the end for this sphere of decay and ruin. The extinction of humanity, well that would be absolute.
The other whispered name floating on the wind was Shinra. The irony these days was that where there was one, you could always find the other lurking somewhere in the depths, in the secret folds just waiting for the opportunity to rear their ugly head. Those two names seemed to go hand in hand lately, partners in the crimes of this planet.
Vincent gave a scornful huff, his bitterness at the whole Shinra organisation never lessened any over time.
The sad thing was that, Rufus Shinra was one person that had the means to save humanity. Between the Hamilton Company and Rufus, they could turn Midgar into something spectacular again. Giving everyone hope that things were finally looking up and there would be a future for the children of Gaia.
But the internal squabbling for dominance was holding everything back, that absolute power took precedence over saving people left a gloomy outlook. That it was forefront in both organisations priorities left hope for humanity very perilous indeed.
And now this, whatever it was it felt like doom. The three black clad men seemed intent on dredging up what remained of Jenova and creating their own little Armageddon.
Vincent had no idea how this spiteful trio had got their hands on what he referred to as, Shinra's elite thugs in the first place, both Turks were virtually past offering him any explanation as to how it came to be.
They made a slight reference to the Northern Crater and that they were dragged here for information extraction.
It was their screams that alerted him to their dire predicament, rolling out through the glowing forest even from their prison below the shell shaped home.
Vincent had observed the goings on that day, listening to the cries of pain and discerning certain names. He'd heard hers being screamed more than once, the calamity from the sky. Was he never to be rid of that bitch or her influence?
He made no rush to rescue the victims, not that he was a coward but, he simply wanted to know what he was dealing with before he charged in. There was also a small part that didn't really care for the beings inside being tortured; they had dug their own grave simply by being associated with the harbinger of evil, and of course Shinra to.
On returning the next morning he was shocked to discover the three youths had vanished, simply abandoning their victims to what they would no doubt consider a fairly horrific death from mutilation, blood loss and exhaustion.
Vincent had entered quietly and cautiously, quickly descending to the depths of this dark, dank place and simply followed his nose to the source of blood.
That had been easy part; handing them over to a mortified Rufus was worth the effort to save them. Very rarely did Rufus' mask of indifference fall from his face, but the sight of his Turks certainly let the anger shine on through; even if it was only for a minute, Vincent enjoyed the slip in demeanour.
Now the hard part was the waiting, waiting to see if the young men returned, waiting to see what or who, they brought back. Vincent hated waiting.
Their disappearance was as confusing as their appearance in the first place and he huffed in agitation.
As much as he had wanted to confront these strange, almost angelic looking beings, the fact that they oozed malice kept him at a distance.
To say that the demon harbinger was pissed off was an understatement, he wasn't sure if it was the fact that they had vanished so suddenly and unbeknown to him, or if it was that he wouldn't be able to keep an eye on those unusual boys?
Either way, the outcome was the same. These young men were obviously hunting for either information regarding Jenova, or the bitch-spawn herself. They were on the loose and full of trouble, funny enough, Vincent always seemed to know trouble when he saw it. "Trouble knows trouble after all," he quietly mumbled to himself.
He leant back against the glowing trunk as he pondered his next course of action, his hiding place a pointless precaution now that the forest was once again deserted for all but him.
The good thing was that these boys were obviously not working with Shinra in finding the alien Jenova, by the looks of the two Turks; they were very much against what Rufus wanted.
Maybe that was a good thing but Vincent very much doubted it. Just two different factions fighting over the same prize; more rivalry in a troubled time, was co-operation and a thing known as alliances gone for good these days?
Sighing in frustration he flicked the fingers of his gold metallic glove, the clatter echoing out through the silent surroundings. Vincent decided he'd get a closer look at the shell shaped dwelling; he could take his time now there was no rush to save careless Turks. Maybe he could find a clue as to where this new trouble went and what they were up to.
Silently skirting the dark waters of the pond he came to the entrance and hesitantly, pushed open the heavy wooden door. It gave way with an eerie creek and slowly, he moved into the dim interior, into the young wolves' den.
The décor was minimalist, he'd only got a brief glimpse before and not really caring how they lived, but now he was intrigued. A lounge, a table with a few chars, no unnecessary items for three lonely lives and his confusion only deepened. No crap that young men tended to find necessary to hoard, magazines of a certain nature depicting the female form, the latest in vehicle trends, not that there was any advancement in that field but you usually found them somewhere.
Nothing that was not absolutely necessary for everyday function, nothing to make a house a home.
He moved towards the table, absently running a gloved finger over the surface and checking the level of dust that had barely enough time to accumulate.
Nothing! Nothing at all but a serviceable kitchen, a roomy living space and a staircase winding upwards to the unknown, Vincent decided to explore the upstairs as he knew what the downstairs held.
Despite the shells vacant condition, he physically winced as a step creaked under his weight. With extra precaution, he took the remaining stairs creak-free.
At the top was a hallway with doors on either side, he chose the first room to the left, his keen red eyes roved around for any sign of movement? A quick scuttle from some bug as he entered and then the room was deathly still, but the scent of the individual remained.
Vincent stood stock still in alarm, steadying his breathing as the demon inside him stirred. The scent causing a reaction from Chaos as the faint odour filled his symbiotic master's lungs.
The action took the red robed gunslinger by surprise and then the demon did something he'd not tried in a long time, he sought to come forth.
A sudden moment of panic then Vincent forced him down, the power that kept him in check draining dramatically in the exchange.
Vincent took short, shallow breaths until his usual calm returned and he felt confident in Chaos' submission.
Why had this one's scent sent Chaos vying to emerge? Was there something about these three that the demon didn't like? Was this purely a defence mechanism from the entity of darkness? Maybe anything to do with Jenova or her spawn sent him into a tailspin!
Chaos was a demon created within the lifestream; all the negative elements within the lifestream were herded, by Minerva, into one place. He was hatred, greed, animosity and loathing, all things detested by a pure spirit of Gaia.
He was considered an affront to her delicate nature which consisted of love, compassion, kindness and fondness. All these human qualities swirled within the green mist but Minerva would never tolerate hate, misery, fear or bitterness in her presence.
She funnelled all the negative emotions together in one place, the emotions collided, clashed and overcame their predicament. The dark emotion became self-aware and revolted against its oppressor but, it could not break from the prison the Goddess had created for him.
It was thus the creature was brought into being, and Minerva gave that being a name, she called him Chaos.
Minerva had kept him reined in while he was within her deceiving, loving arms.
She had him trapped indefinitely, his consciousness tightly bound within constricting limitations, while all others were limitless.
The feelings of love, compassion, trust, kindness all roamed free within the lifestream, while he Chaos, the representation of malevolence, was caged within his own qualities. He fed off the darker traits of the souls of man, sometimes it was a feast, other times a famine but, it kept him alive.
Vincent knew he had enough negative energy lurking within to keep the beast alive but Chaos would slowly, over time, start to dwindle in power. And then so would Vincent, it was Chaos that had brought him back from the dead. He knew Lucretia had done it for love but, she'd cursed him for eternity with that love.
Vincent had control of the dark demon now but it was never a certainty, their symbiotic relationship was a stormy affair.
He was all that stood between Chaos and freedom, just like Minerva had done to him once, and the demon held a grudge to be sure.
The gunslinger was at a loss on why this boy had fired up his inner demon and he wasn't about to let Chaos have control to find out either.
These three young men were obviously cruel bastards, their negativity would feed Chaos' dark energy, and they would be a banquet for the volatile demon indeed. If the evil one got loose and fed off the energies of these three sadistic little fucks, then they were in big trouble.
A quick sweep of the room with the demon rumbling deep down within the whole time and Vincent left, a door across the hall and to the right was partly open and the red robed figure entered. Chaos however remained quiet.
Vincent breathed in deeply, while their scents were nearly identical there were subtle differences to them, this one however never caused the demon to flare to life.
'Interesting,' thought the robed figure.
"What holds your interest with that particular boy Chaos?" he said mostly to himself. He felt the demon within him stir then a vision of a figure with glowing yellow eyes turning his back to him. The demon had never been one for small talk anyway.
The remaining two rooms down the hall gave him nothing and just to see if it was his imagination, he returned to the first room again. His demon stirred again as Vincent slowly walked towards the empty bed. There was still a pillow in its place and a dark blue blanket, Vincent picked up the feather filled item and brought it to his face, inhaling deeply.
He was almost consumed in fire, Chaos raged for release at the scent. The red robed figure hurled the pillow away and staggered to the wall, bracing against the onslaught of Chaos striving for dominance.
He grimaced in concentration and drops of sweat quickly appeared on his brow, beading and beginning a slow decent to his brows as his body shook in strain.
As the surge inside subsided, begrudgingly surrendering its fight for control, Vincent breathed in very shallow while he recovered.
"Son-of-a bitch," he moaned as he righted himself. "Remind me not to do that again," he said to the empty room.
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Kadaj slammed the door closed behind him with such jarring impact that the vibrating echo reverberated down the pitch black corridor with an uncertainty of ever stoping. A flick of his wrist and he'd quickly locked it, ending any chance of his precious plaything from ever escaping. A humorous thought crossed his sadistic mind about leaving the boy there for good, starving to death in his dark, dank prison with no one ever knowing his dire plight. Just like they'd left the two who took Jenova away, they would be dead by now, he liked that idea immensely.
'Maybe, when I finish with him?' he thought with amusement. He would go about his daily activities with the pleasant thought that his used and abused toy was dying a slow horrible death down there that just tickled the cockles of his black little heart.
Hurried feet carried the youngest Remnant along the familiar route on their own accord, his distracted mind was completely occupied as thought processors all fired off a multitude of ideas.
He should seriously end their 'playtime' right now and start planning the next moves but, it had been so long since they had let their hair down. Tempers tended to flare and aggravating backchat would turn into full blown augments if the trio couldn't let loose on someone else every now and again. Life was too dull without the wonderful entertainment on the side.
As he approached the door he could hear the girl screaming inside, he doubted Yazoo would have killed her so quickly, he liked to draw it out for as long as possible, really get his monies worth.
He sighed loudly as the thought broached him on how to go about this, interfering with Yazoo's study of human anatomy wasn't high on his bucket list at the moment. Especially after he said he wouldn't interfere.
There really was no other way, clenching his fist he pounded on the metal door and not waiting for a reply, he entered.
He stopped dead in his tracks, his heart managed to do a complete summersault with a half twist at the sight in front of him.
Images came racing back to him of that night when he'd decided to indulge Yazoo in his little game of *what's connected to what and can you survive without it?*
Kadaj always knew the three of them had a minor bit of nastiness, nothing unusual mind you but, Yazoo was just a flat-out, full blown sadist sometimes.
It was his own fault though, he should never have let Yazoo tie him up, that was just asking for trouble. It was the horrific night Kadaj discovered he could cry to, so all his taunting's of Loz immediately stopped after that.
Mind you, Loz would never ever know why. If he did, Kadaj would fervently deny it.
After the shock at seeing the girl in that haunted position, the youngest took a calming breath. After all, he was safe and sound right now and it would take Jenova, Sephiroth, Loz, Bahamut SIN and every Shadow creature that they could conjure to hold him down for Yazoo again.
If it came down to the girl or him in this position, Kadaj would bow graciously to his middle sibling, and leave her where she hung. He'd find another way to get to Rufus fucking Shinra!
Even though no one was looking his way, Kadaj pointed at the vision before him.
"I guess you know how much that hurts?" he chuckled at her screaming, pain filled face.
His middle sibling was oblivious to his appearance, so wrapped up in inflicting his unique brand of love. Kadaj tried again to broach the depth that Yazoo had slipped to.
"Brother, may I speak with you," he quickly added and watched his brothers shoulders immediately tense in agitation of the interruption.
Yazoo effortlessly stood in one smooth motion and whirled around to face Kadaj; swiftly he crossed the space between them to tower over his younger sibling, his face bloodied from the wound on the female's breast that he had obviously just made. His features surprised Kadaj for a brief second as he saw them twist in and out from the brother he loved to the conspirator of this whole game play.
Yazoo was still in control but he was being manipulated from the inside by the puppet master. This was the only time he bothered with Yazoo; the middle sibling had something in common with Sephiroth when it came to torturing humanity. Both thought of them as nothing but animals, vermin that needed to be culled and the more they suffered the more satisfied they were.
Kadaj didn't see them quite the same way, people were pathetic indeed but, they were lost. They needed someone to lead them, and that's where Kadaj stepped in. In his own mind, Kadaj was born to rule.
To the young leader's knowledge, Sephiroth had never bothered to appear within Loz. Kadaj was glad the eldest was spared from the morbid fantasies of their puppet master. Loz was almost childlike in his naivety and Kadaj loved him that way. To have that innocence corrupted would be a bitter pill to swallow for him, he loved his big brother just the way he was.
If there was a scale and Loz was at one end, full of innocence and affection, even if that affection was a little…..twisted. Then Yazoo was certainly at the other end. To say that the middle sibling held a certain amount of, shall we say, morbid fascination with inflicting pain and the reactions it caused was an understatement.
Yazoo would never want to rule the world; that would be too tedious and impersonal for him. He would rather take one person at a time, and reduce them to a basket case. That for him would be more rewarding then world domination. Whereas Kadaj was quite happy to rule the world, and every creature on it, in it, around it or in close proximity to it!
Yazoo was breathing heavily and in a state of blood lust after inflicting his delightful tortures on the girl, his eyes had a violent light radiating from those jaded orbs, that sight never failed to send the hairs on the back of Kadaj's neck on end in warning.
Kadaj reached up and wrapped both arms lovingly around his possessed brother's neck before leaning in and kissing him on his bloodied lips, tasting the mixture of the girl and Yazoo.
A small and almost indiscernible aura lingered around Yazoo, Sephiroth's inner presence not yet prepared to leave the fun.
Kadaj without a doubt hated what Sephiroth represented; he hated everything Sephiroth had done in life, even his fall from grace was brilliant in its decline. The young teen considered the former to be the ending of a forgotten era, Kadaj was its beginning. A bright and promising young leader that would deliver humanity to a promising new faze, at last, a God worthy of the reverence.
There was only one that had Jenova's genes now besides them and had survived the ordeal. Kadaj hadn't made his mind up whether he hated Cloud or not yet, Sephiroth considered him the greatest enemy of all so where did that leave Kadaj. Was the enemy of my enemy his friend or just another enemy?
Basically, he hated everything associated with General Suckiroth, especially the power that he'd had, and then lost. He was a fool to have squandered that supremacy, and that had been his downfall.
That Kadaj was here, a supposed pawn in this game for gaining power was a sore point to the impetuous youth. He was no one's pawn. And while the game played out, the resilient little pawn would bide his time.
And when he struck, it would be with all the intelligence and cunning of a seasoned assassin, he would bring about the downfall of all that stood against him on the opposite side of the board. He just had to manipulate all the players involved, make sure those that were on his side were the ones he needed. All others on the board were unimportant or the enemy and they would be taken out one by one, as needed.
The leader looked at the Young man before him, was Yazoo friend of foe in the game before him. He certainly had the potential to be both but, Kadaj would do everything in his power to never let Yazoo become foe. He was family and loyal to a fault. Loyalty like his would be jealously guarded by Kadaj; he could never lose Yazoo and still win this game.
"Can you hear me Yaz?" he spoke softly, encouraging his sibling back from his reverie. The familiar features of the possessed middle child returned to normal, a shiver ran up his spine as the entity left now that the youngest had spoiled the fun.
"What Kadaj?" growled the annoyed silver boy.
The youngest gave a quick kiss to Yazoo's soft, luminous cheek and let his lips trail up to his middle siblings ear, "Do you love me?" he whispered.
Yazoo sighed in frustration, 'here we go again,' he thought. Always when Kadaj wanted something and there was any chance he might not get it, he would lead with the *do you love me* line.
In other words if you love me you'll give me what I want or, if you don't give me what I want, then you don't love me at all. 'Such a fucking brat,' mused Yazoo.
"What is it this time Daj?" he grumbled.
The youngest let his fingers slide through Yazoo's hair, noting how a few strands had turned from lustrous silver to blood red.
He took a cruel hold on those silken silver locks and gave Yazoo's head a good jerk in his direction, getting the complete attention of the beautiful sibling. "We need her alive and in one piece." informed the small one.
The annoyed middle sibling wrenched himself out of the young leaders hold, his breathing slightly laboured and rising in agitation.
"You said anyone Daj, I said her…. ANYONE Daj!" he yelled to his brother. He brought the knife up so it was only inches away from Kadaj's face.
The pretty remnants temper rising along with his voice. "You said you wouldn't interfere!"
Kadaj sighed, shifting uneasily and took a small step back from the knife in his face and casually brushed off the threat.
"Don't spit when you yell Yaz," he growled at Yazoo and whipped the saliva off his chin that Yazoo had sprayed out in anger.
The tension was thick between the two brothers and it was for this reason that it was necessary to relieve the tempers of such highly volatile natures.
"What I meant to say was…..anyone, as long as they're not good friends with Rufus Shinra."
Yazoo's brows knotted together and he shook his head as if it meant nothing to him, "make sense or leave Kadaj!" he growled.
Kadaj understood the foggy cloud still enveloping his brother's brain in confusion, his faculties were not back to optimum performance just yet but the young leader opted to stop tip-toeing around Yazoo's feelings.
"Yaz, Rufus is the bastard that has Mother, we can trade her for Mother!" whispered Kadaj.
Finally, the fog left the middle remnants eyes and they returned to startlingly crystal clear, emerald orbs.
"Mother, we can finally be with mother?" he whispered back.
If it was for any other reason, Kadaj knew he would have had one hell of a fight on his hands trying to stop Yazoo on his personal vendetta to teach this shrew some manners. Frankly, Kadaj was disappointed that her lessons were over to.
However, she was now an important bargaining chip; they might need all her bits and pieces intact if there was a chance of this working. Rufus might not be happy if they traded her back piece by piece.
The young leader's brain was in overdrive with all the possibilities on offer before them right now, better play it safe than sorry, it was just as easy to kill her later if nothing eventuated from this.
"Play all you like Yaz," he whispered with a glint in his eyes. "Just don't kill her….and don't cut anything off either," quickly added the teen.
Yazoo sighed, 'So close.' he thought. It was a bitter disappointment to end his vengeance on the tramp but it was overshadowed by the prospects of being united with mother.
He leant in and kissed the youngest on those soft lips in understandingly, nodded to re-enforce his acknowledgement and drew away from him, returning solemnly to the girl.
Kadaj idly followed, reaching out to her bloodied breast and smeared the warm, red liquid up over her stomach, like a child's finger painting, creating swirls and circles with amusement.
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"So…Tegan is it!" he said as he bent down to face her. Reaching forward, he used her hair to clean the blood off his gloves, dropping the tresses with total disregard once done.
"Yaz…did you know…that this is little mouthpiece is rich?" he mocked the female.
Yazoo gave a scoff of his own, he really couldn't give a shit if she was the richest woman on this wretched planet or completely penniless. It was her foul mouth that held his interest and reducing it to bleeding and begging was all he wanted to think about right now.
"Yeah….so she says." grumbled the disinterested silver.
Kadaj nodded. "And did you also know that her daddy is some kind of killing machine that's evidently going to…get us, when he finds out we've got his matured scrotum jiz here?"
Yazoo raised his eyebrows with mocked concern. "Why no, she failed to mention that Daj," he snidely said.
Kadaj giggled wickedly. "Yazzy…..you're getting sloppy. I thought it was usually the first question you asked after you strung them up.
"Do you mind if I fuck you up bad. Do you mind if I use sharp instruments on your ass. And, is your father a revengeful killing machine that's going to fuck up our plans for world domination?"
Yazoo scrunched his silver brows together and shook his head. "Is her father some killing machine?" contemplated a confused silver youth.
"Fucking doubt it." laughed Kadaj as he slapped the girl up the back of the head hard enough to send her swinging slightly in the ropes. He delighted in the squeal of alarm his hit enticed from the brunette, there would be many more to come tonight.
He followed up with a series of jabs to tender areas of the strung up female, with each word, he gave her a jab. "He's just some old codger, that seriously," he jabbed her even harder now, "needs a ballistic tip bullet for bringing this mouthpiece into the world." He looked at her intently, "learnt any fucking manners yet bitch?" he enquired.
With each poke, he earned himself a high pitch squeal as she continued to swing softly in her bonds; he looked up as if searching for something, blowing his fringe out of his eyes as he contemplated.
"What was that name you called me again?" he said with amusement.
She was sobbing frantically, quite unable to give him a reply and probably wisely, not even trying. Yazoo walked back over to his display wall, cleaning the precious blade he had used on her and lovingly placed it in the rightful slot. Sullenly he returned to stand beside Kadaj while they both studied her.
"I think she called you a Cock-wash brother!" he flatly stated.
"Yeah," chuckled the young leader. "And something about my intelligence as well I think, right Yaz." He turned to the pretty one in time to see a quick smirk flit across the middle child's lips, giving Kadaj a devilish idea.
"Speaking of a, cock-wash," murmured the teen.
"Hey Yaz, you wanna lower her down just a bit for me?" Yazoo frowned in bafflement of what his younger brother wanted but curiosity sent him to the rope and he swiftly untied the knot then lowered the female slowly.
Kadaj waved his hand in a circular, downward motion as he gave directions. "More, more, more, ok stop just there Yaz." said the boy.
The young leader, thoroughly delighting in her predicament, pushed hard on the girl, causing her to swing wildly within her bonds.
"Very nice," he mocked her. He would have thought anyone hanging almost naked, bleeding and swinging madly like that looked good, especially since it wasn't him.
With both hands and one leg tied behind her back, she was open and very vulnerable to whatever they wanted to do to her, it was also a very undignified position to be tied into, then again, Yazoo was never one for letting his toys retain their dignity.
As she swung back towards him, Kadaj reached out, grabbing hold of the delicate lace panties she still wore and held tight. They easily ripped from her as she swung away and the little troll cried out at the sudden loss of the almost non-existent clothing, but, she never voiced any objections. Kadaj guessed she had obviously realized that no matter what she said, or how much she pleaded, she would get no sympathy off the sadistic tall silver.
A big smile spread out on Kadaj's lips at the sight before him. "Oh yeah, look at this Yaz!" Kadaj felt instant excitement rush to his groin.
"Now here's something I haven't seen for a while, no hair….. Silky smooth." Kadaj gave his sibling a look of pure delight, "Baby-flaps-Yaz,' he almost sung the three words.
He grabbed hold of the girl on her next swing towards him, bringing her momentum to an abrupt halt. The young leader pulled the shrew in close as he lifted his fingers to the delicate hairless folds on display, then cruelly, he slapped down hard on the soft, sensitive skin, causing a sweet cry of pain from the girl.
"You know Tegan; I can call you Tegan can't I?" he mocked the girl.
"I truly feel close enough to you, that I can call you by your first name,"
Both Yazoo and Kadaj chuckled at the reference of being close enough to the girl, seeing he was just scant millimetres away from her most spread out, intimate area, and it was staring back at point blank range.
The little terror continued. "You really hurt my brothers feelings with that foul mouth of yours, so I think it's only fair, that it tries to correct the situation here." he wickedly smirked.
"What do you say Yaz, would you like to see that mouth in action?"
Yazoo shrugged indifferently; he'd lost interest in her now.
Kadaj knew the signs, Yazoo was sulking. "Come on Yaz… you can still teach her to be nice, sit, beg, rollover, that sort of thing." Kadaj gave his brother a sad look and let his bottom lip roll out. "Come on Yazzy, for me…please." The tall silver rolled his eyes and looked away, "I wasn't interested in sex Daj, that's the last thing I wanted," he moped.
I wanted her despair, I wanted her," Yazoo clenched his fists and brought them up to his chest. "I wanted to hear her torment; I wanted to feel her hopelessness." He closed his eyes getting caught up in his own emotions. "I wanted to see her misery, I wanted that look on her face when she knows she's going to die and nothing she does, says or pleads, will stop what's going to happen. That's what I wanted Kadaj, simply having sex with her is a disgusting, low substitute."
The youngest fidgeted for a while, "I don't know Yazoo, she looks pretty fucking miserable to me!" he grinned cheekily.
Yazoo sighed in exasperation, "I'm not raping the mouthy troll Kadaj, baby flaps or no baby flaps!" he miserably mumbled.
Kadaj chuckled, "remember Yaz, there's no such thing as rape, it's just surprise sex!" he casually said as he continued to fondle the girl.
Yazoo simply raised his brows unimpressed, Daj decided more sweet-talk was required.
"Pleasssssse…I wanna see you gag the rich bitch." he dropped his lip even further and quickly blinked his emerald eyes at his brother.
Kadaj felt as guilty as Kadaj possibly could that Yaz's fun had been taken away from him. He did make the promise of anybody…. no interference and then he had to renege on that promise. His brothers were all he truly loved in this world and he was determined that his pretty sibling wasn't missing out on some fun.
Yazoo sighed in resignation, slowly ambling over to his baby brother and earning himself a wonderful triumphant grin from the youngest.
The teen bent down to face the girl, noticing the blood still oozing out of her mouth. He cruelly gripped her face and forced her jaws apart to see the cause. Yazoo had delivered a series of slices around her tongue that weren't too deep but the result was a continuous trickle of blood. The youngest surmised she was in no danger from blood loss and smiled at the offensive muscles treatment.
"This is your lucky day bitchface; you get to try and make up for being such a foul mouthed scank." he chuckled.
Kadaj wheeled around and peeled off his gloves, throwing them on the table next to Yazoo's already abandoned ones, quickly he removed the straps around his legs that kept the lower half of his sleek, black jacket in place and threw them to join his gloves.
The cherub faced demon returned to the girl and reached up to her extended leg, running his fingers slowly down her calf, noting the texture of this female's smooth skin and growling at the thought of this pampered little princess' life.
Leaning in, he lightly brushed his lips against her thigh, feeling her skin raise in goose-bumps at the contact. He marvelled how she must have been in pain from the tightness of the ropes, her lacerated breasts and tongue, the position she was in, yet, the tramp still responded to the gentle touch of his lips. Humans were such curious creatures at times; he loved to force a response from their unwilling flesh.
The youngest turned his face to look at his brother standing to the side and watching what was unfolding before him. Parting his lips, he deepened the kiss to her leg, letting his tongue dance over her skin, tasting her, all the time holding Yaz's eyes with his own. Slowly he let his lids fall shut, opened his mouth wide and suddenly, bit down hard into her thigh. He revelled in her scream, the wonderful sensation of ivory sinking into flesh, breaking through the first layer of skin as the metallic taste of blood hit his delighted taste buds.
The wretched female writhed under his lips as his pressure remained relentless, Kadaj had a certain fondness for biting, it alleviated his anger in a subtle way that he didn't fully understand. But who cared, in the end, it did what it did and that was a bonus for him. When he finally felt the anger he'd built up towards this female ebb a fraction, he released his mauling jaws. Maliciously he smiled at the blood oozing out of the deep, purple teeth marks. They were a stark contrast against her pale skin, a perfect duplicate of his perfect teeth.
Her scream wavered out into pitiful moans, "oh see, something sweet can come out of that mouth of hers Yaz?" laughed Kadaj.
He casually removed his jacket and tossed it with the rest of his clothing, sauntering around the girl to stand beside his brother and avoiding the pool of blood accumulating underneath her, both now clad only in black, leather pants.
He always loved to see Yazoo's slice-n-dice artwork, the youngest always marvelled at how creative the middle child was when it came to the human canvas. The female was in no danger of bleeding to death but the body modifications they'd given her this night would indeed stay with her for the rest of her life. Kadaj loved that thought, he wondered if she would get a *please explain* off Rufus if he ever got to see them?
He studied the slick, liquid on Yaz's bloodied chin before leaning in, extending his own bloodied tongue to lick at the sticky liquid. Yazoo's head tilted forward and he opened his mouth slightly and the two boys cleaned the others lips, their motions were slow…soft…gentle, as it always started with these two nearest and dearest.
Yazoo' eyes closed as he enjoyed the attention of the youngest boys mouth and tongue, they lovingly erased all traces of the females blood and subtly Yazoo wrapped his arms around the young leader, securing him in an embrace.
Kadaj leaned into his brother, reaching his hands round to casually run his fingertips down the length of the tall silvers lightly muscled back, as his lips sought deeper entry to that familiar hot cavern. He ran those exquisitely soft touches round over Yazoo's waist and along the top of leather pants to meet at Yaz' petite belly button, circling the small hole slowly.
Yazoo voiced a soft muted moan into the younger silvers mouth at the affectionate touches; no one had the same effect on him that his brother did. But then again….he never really gave anyone else the opportunity to. When the two silver boys were this way with one another, it was the only time in his life that Yazoo had an inkling of what others described as intimate love.
Kadaj's touch dipped down to the latch of his brothers leather pants, slowly releasing the catches and pushing them down off those slim hips to reveal his semi flaccid cock.
The pretty remnant caught the heel of his boot under the toe of the other and carefully slipped the calf high, black leather shoes off. Stepping out of his pants and standing before the girl and his brother now in all his luminous brilliance, totally naked.
The young silver smiled at the sight and moved to stand behind the female, effortlessly kneeling down while grabbing a fistful of raven hair and brought her ear to his lips whispering.
"Open wide and say arhhh."
The girl struggled in her bonds and Kadaj grinned. He had lowered her to the ideal height, her head was at the same level as Yazoo's groin and her neat, soft, bare package was at the perfect height for them to see, touch or taste should they choose.
Kadaj, still kneeling, looked to his brother's hardening cock. Reaching out with one hand to softly fondle his brother's velvet, soft sack and then stroking his shaft gently.
Yazoo moaned as his prick started to stiffen and he spread his legs wider to give Kadaj better access to his hanging appendages. With one hand still grasping her hair, Kadaj shook the girls head.
"Open your fucking mouth!" he angrily demanded. The sobbing girl closed her eyes and pressed her bloodied lips firmly together.
Kadaj laughed inwardly at her reluctance, his grip in her hair tightened cruelly causing her to cry out, he just loved it when they tried to deny him what he wanted, gave him the perfect excuse to hurt them more…..not that he ever needed an excuse but it was fun to watch them struggle with his requests.
"If you don't open your fucking mouth and suck his cock to the very best of your abilities." he gave a small laugh. "I'm going to drag one of your friends in here…slit their throat and dry ass-rape them while they bleed out right in front of you, do you understand me?"
The girl gave him a truly terrified look before nodding her head.
Kadaj smiled at her as if nothing was out of place with his request. "Good girl, now suck!" demanded the leader.
Kadaj guided Yazoo's stiffening cock into the cringing girl's mouth; she was struggling to accept what was happening here. Her throat was already working overtime swallowing the blood leaking from her lacerated tongue, it had slowed to a trickle but their next action should get it going again.
He really enjoyed her misery as her eyes slammed shut and a muffled, horrified moan left her bloodied mouth as his brother's prick slowly filled it.
The evil angel smiled in delight as he remembered the way she had let fly with the insults, only now was her foul lips getting what they deserved, angry-stiff-choking-cock.
Kadaj thought he'd give her a little lecture on manners while she was still slightly attentive to his presence. "Life is so unpredictable isn't it Tegan?" he chuckled as her gag reflexes kicked in. "One minute your brandishing insults around a club and the next, you're hanging upside down and there's a big dick being shoved down your throat."
The younger let a small manic laugh leave his lips as he helped more of Yazoo's cock down her gullet, with the other hand he pushed her head forward, the wonderful sight of thick flesh disappearing into a protesting mouth.
As Yaz moved in deeper she screwed her eyes closed and made small squeals of protest and the occasional gag.
"Thatta girl, take him in," delighted Kadaj.
He raised his head to glance at his brother. Yazoo's eyes were closed and his head tilted back slightly, he had that sensual, blissful look in his face that most guys have when getting their dick sucked. That mix of pleasure almost pain look that was so tantalisingly irresistible.
"How she feel?" whispered the curious teen.
Yazoo's eyes snapped open; he looked to Kadaj, screwed his nose up and arched one eyebrow.
"She'll do." he said before closing his eyes again to fully enjoy the feeling of his cock forcing its way into that offensive mouth.
She fought hard to breath between his thrusts, her disapproving cries cut short with every inward stroke Yazoo made. The sight of his brother's blood coated shaft disappearing into her complaining mouth was welcome sight for the smiling, wicked boy.
Kadaj decided he'd had enough watching. "Get a hold of her Yaz."
The middle silver roused from his bliss, quickly reaching down with both hands to take hold of the girl by the back of the head and resumed his thrusting at a slow steady pace.
He looked down, watching as his crimson coated cock partially disappeared into its host and Yazoo decided it was time for the shrew to experience his particular brand of pain.
He pulled her head slowly further forward onto his shaft, forcing himself past her tonsils and down. The girl's body convulsed fiercely within the restraints, trying desperately to dislodge the obstruction being rammed down her tight throat.
He'd cut off her airway completely, preventing her ability to not only breathe, but to cry out as well. It was a silent, brutal assault that she could do nothing to stop. The room as soundless as a tomb while he torturously asphyxiated the female, her silent retching helping to clamp her throat around his prick, adding to the mind-blowing situation.
He continued to force his shaft down to the absolute base and held her there, the only sound reaching his ears were the faint creak of the ropes in which she was tied as her body jerked spasmodically within them.
He enjoyed that foul mouth suffering; her body bucked and anguished sounds somehow formed from deep inside her chest.
The girl's cheeks flared out sporadically gaging in an attempt to expel the large intruder from the depths of her throat, and out of pure spite, he pulled her head in harder for a few seconds more before slowly withdrawing.
As soon as his cock slid past her blocked airway, the girl let out a loud, pitiful scream. Her body continuing its convulsive, dry retching as she struggled for much needed air. Spit and blood dribbled down from her mouth to the floor and the girl started wailing in earnest at her treatment, Yazoo actually smiled for the first time since Kadaj entered.
The young leader chuckled at the sight of her in such a predicament and the evil smirk on his older brother's lips. He removed his own boots and pants before moving up behind the girl and at last, all three were gloriously naked.
Softly, he returned his lips to the same spot he had bitten into before on her leg, when the vixen felt his lips touch her there, she let out another woeful scream, struggling hard in her bonds obviously thinking the same would come again.
Kadaj grinned, moving his hand once again to the soft hairless mound between her legs, feeling their satin texture and gently pulled at her folds as Yazoo grabbed roughly for her head again.
The pretty silver was at last, enjoying the situation. At the cost of her pain of course, he cruelly squeezed his thumb into the side of her face, forcing her mouth open, lined himself up and thrust his engorged cock in between her trembling lips again.
The brunette tried to turn her head away, screaming out in protest but the cruel hold he had on the vixen's hair stopped her in her tracks. He pushed his stiff prick in hard, her wail cut short to be replaced by that eerie almost silent face-rape that had his excitement escalating.
Kadaj tilted his head to the side eyeing the girls smooth slit. "Let's see how tight she is Yaz." He inserted his middle finger in one violent push up to his knuckle, wriggled it around a bit to test her tightness then gave a few hard pumps.
He pulled out; looking at his glistening finger then added his index finger to the party and once again, pushed in roughly to the knuckles.
Her ass cheeks wobbled as the middle remnant fucked her face, the slight slapping sound of his balls hitting her forehead could be heard and the occasional guttural retch between Yazoo's pumping action.
The youngest moved his digits round, feeling her internal tunnel and its capacity to stretch, deciding she was acceptably tight enough as to be in considerable pain when they took her, he slowly withdrew. Yazoo doing so as well, both enjoying the next burst of screaming relief from the female.
Kadaj let his dripping, wet fingers caress the small, sensual nodule between her folds, the protesting cries slowly turned to whimpering and the boy raised his brows in delight at her surrender to their touch. He knew only too well that after so much pain, just the slightest bit of pleasure is ecstasy in itself.
He lightly pinched her clit rapidly, her body bucked and the ropes creaked, the whimpering grew too harsh cries then drew out to moans of restrained longing.
Whatever Yazoo had done to her was already enough to have her surrender herself to their slightest, soft touch. She was ripe for the picking.
Yazoo captured her head again and cruelly drove his thumb into the side of her face forcing her mouth open. But instead of pillaging her mouth, he opted for sensual, self-teasing. Delving in only so far that the head of his stiff cock moved within her protesting mouth.
The female quickly adapted to this, obviously approving of the semi-insertion of cock rather than the suffocating throat rape. There were signs of her relaxing in the tight bonds, her body stretched out fully and she gave off all the signs of one that was willing to do anything and everything for them.
Those that held nothing back from him were the ones Kadaj truly loved to experience. Well, he loved the feelings they evoked in him. Just that, none lasted long enough for him to cultivate it into something fully emotional or substantial.
Kadaj slid his glistening fingers into the girl again, the female moaned loudly at both intrusions, sending vibrations shooting along Yazoo's cock and down into his balls and causing an involuntary shudder to wash over the pretty ones entire frame.
That plus the sight of his little brothers wet, fingers disappearing into those full smooth folds, right in his face while he drove his cock into her hot mouth was almost causing him to come undone.
Kadaj raised his eyebrows and smirked at the feel of her warm, tight tunnel.
"Not bad, not a virgin but, not something big enough that you could drive a truck through either." he chuckled.
The mischievous silver boy pulled his hand back and slapped the stuck-up cow as hard as he could on her ass cheek, causing her to buck violently and give a throaty scream.
"How's that mouth going now little Miss Rich Bitch?" he smirked.
Yazoo stopped thrusting into her mouth, abruptly letting go of her head, pleased as she came off moaning and gasping.
He looked at the bare pussy in his face and reached up to slide his fingers through the soft folds, slowly inserting his middle digit into the fleshy tunnel to test her himself.
She squirmed in the ropes and cried out loud as his finger moved in deeper.
To him, she felt in need of serious violation.
He pumped his finger in and out repeatedly, testing her responses to his thrusts, surprised when she writhed around in her bonds, her back arched in pleasure and the girl moaned beneath his hand. The middle child frowned in slight confusion, she was responding in an unexpected way for him and he decided to examine the possibilities further.
He inserted a second finger and was rewarded with the sight of her arching even further in the ropes and a full blown groan escaping her lips.
"Mmmmmmm." she whimpered.
It assuredly wasn't a pained cry…the experienced silver knew those cries conclusively; the little slut, liked his probing fingers. Despite the fact that he'd mutilated her mouth and breasts, she was eager for his touch? This was surprisingly unanticipated, Yaz loved to indulge himself when the rare opportunity arose of his prey taking him down the path of uncertainty.
He hesitantly removed his fingers, grabbing hold of the little freak around the butt cheeks. Yazoo gazed down at the creamy white lips of the girl, in the past….he had only ever taken one young female that didn't have hair but decided he much preferred the absence of it.
He lowered his head to her, his tongue diving straight down between her outer folds to quickly find her clit and harass it with quick, firm, lusty flicks. She convulsed in her bonds screaming out to him. The bemused youth wrapped both arms around her waist and drew the girl hard up into his mouth, and let his tongue roam around in between her wet, bare folds.
The vixen had her own unique taste….they all did, some sweeter than others. Hers had the added delight of fear impregnated into her scent; it was always a sweeter taste for Yazoo. He let his wet muscle wander slowly to her opening, lightly swirling it around the entrance before plunging it in as deep as he could.
She cried out with every slight move of his tongue and her body bucked within the confines, he could feel her tensing muscles beneath his arms and face as he delved deep within her. His erotic assault was relentless and overwhelming on the girl, suddenly her wails took on an altered note, the little masochist slut was close to orgasm?
His body jerked when he unexpectedly felt lips on his shaft, thrown from her action, he pulled his head back slightly to look down. Kadaj was kneeling beside the girl enforcing her actions; he gently gripped the middle silvers child's cock and offered the tip to her.
The shameless slut didn't hesitate this time to engulf his stiff prick with her hot wet mouth, taking him in as far as her throat would allow in one forceful thrust of her head.
Yazoo's head flew back, his long silver silk falling down to the rise of his ass cheeks and he tightly squeezed his eyes shut. "FUCK." the boy growled out.
The thought of her doing this on her own accord and in such a predicament would have set his blood on fire, nothing would have stopped him from playing out his fantasy of fucking the life out of the wench.
"FUCK….DAJ!" he hoarsely growled between clenched teeth. His hips bucked at the intense sensations shooting through his body, she was bringing him so close so quickly…..too quickly.
He hastily pulled out of her mouth and took a few steps back, reining in his excitement and getting his laboured breathing back under control.
He looked down to see his baby brother smirking mischievously at him.
"WHAT!" he asked suspicious of his younger sibling's behaviour?
Daj shook his head giggling. "I didn't say a thing." he chuckled. The smaller silver inclined his head towards the hanging girl and raised his eyebrows in quick successions. "Now who would have picked that hey, you just happen to nab the only masochistic bitch in the town." he continued to laugh at the irony of the situation.
"What are the odds of that I wonder?" he chuckled.
For Kadaj, the notion of Yazoo finding someone that liked to be dominated by his particular style was 0000000000.0001%. And wouldn't you know it; he seemed to have found her. Kadaj was just ecstatic to see where this went, that was before they traded in her masochistic ass. It was one thing to have his toys obey your every demoralising request out of the fear of being hurt but, it was completely something new to have one enjoy the pain that was inflicted on them. This girl had almost cum for heaven's sake, 'the sick bitch,' sniggered the young leader. Although, he absolutely loved the perverted little troll for it.
Yazoo attempted to decipher the youngest' cheeky analysis through the fog of rapture he was in.
"Don't you have someone else you'd rather be doing Daj…..something blond say?" queried the tall silver.
"Um…no not really," quipped the boy. "What's wrong Yazoo; don't you want to share your toy with me? He stood up, chiding the pretty remnant while grinning broadly, and then remembering something his smile faded quickly.
He leant on the girls restrained leg as if she was just furniture, "I feel slightly robbed with my toy Yazzy, like getting socks for your birthday," he chuckled and his voice took on a boyish, mocking tone. "Oh great thanks, I really needed more socks."
The girl hanging in the ropes was all but forgotten at the moment, Yazoo watched intently as Kadaj went from a dangerous and tactical leader to crossing the line of insanity, yet again.
He had to tread lightly with his younger brother on these occasions, never really knowing where it would lead to or the real purpose behind it.
"Remember little brother, it's the thought that counts!" he told him in big brotherly way.
"Like fucking, bullshit Yaz!" snapped the tense teen. "There's no fucking thought in giving someone a pair of socks, no thought at all. What fucking value are socks? I don't see you getting excited about the prospects of getting a new pair of socks. Don't see you getting that fucking glint in your eyes when scouting for socks at the local clothes store. I don't see that glint like you get when you're scoping for *pick the vic* at the clubs and shit."
When the tirade was over Yazoo fell into a very restrained, silent chuckle, trying desperately not to let it out and antagonise the already pissy boy.
"I get it Daj, used toys are like socks," he couldn't stop the giggle from coming forth any longer.
The teen sent him a glare, "not funny Yaz, I thought I'd be in for a screaming, virgin of a time but the little fuckers a fag….. So much for the thrill of, *going where no man has gone before*!" he frowned.
Yazoo sighed, "Kadaj, ninety nine per cent of the humans you amuse yourself with aren't virgins, why are you getting so worked up?"
Kadaj's shoulders slumped in disappointment, "because I thought I'd be his first," moaned the boy like he was every inch a teen. "And well, that means something to me Yazzy."
It's like when you have this beautifully wrapped gift in your hands and you're thinking, WOW, it's paisley pyjamas. And then you open it, and its five pairs of socks. Disappointment is an underfuckingstatement; you want to hurl it back at the person who gave them to you.
Yazoo shook his head; blood dappled silver dancing over his shoulders. "When have you ever got socks as a gift?"
Kadaj rolled his eyes, "remember, Loz bought them back for me after his scouting trip to Wutai about six months ago. You got the oh-so-wonderful gun cleaning kit and I got five pairs of socks."
Then the silver boy turned into every inch a leader that he was in tone. "And don't give me that look either Yazoo, you didn't get socks and you don't know cause you don't understand. When you can see the value in humans the same way I do, then you can give me grief."
"Kadaj," sighed the middle child also leaning on the restrained female. "I can never wrap my head around how you see them, what's to see other than they are pawns in this game we're in? And pawns are there to be sacrificed now aren't they?"
Kadaj had never been angry in his life with Yazoo but, he felt the first stirrings of it now.
"Yazoo," he growled out. "Pawns are the first line of defence, a pawn can help defeat the king just the same as the higher pieces on the board. Pawns are in this game to, and if you don't learn how to use them efficiently and precisely, then you're finished before you even begin."
He really wasn't angry because of his brother's interpretation of humans, but Kadaj felt a certain infinity with the small but just as equally capable little pawn.
Bewildered green eyes stared at him; he could see the cogs turning behind that stare and knew Yazoo was desperately trying to find the hidden meaning to his outburst. The pretty remnant was no fool, he would catch on quick but where humanity was concerned, he dug his heels in, a lot.
"So Kadaj, what do they mean to our game and why do we need them at all?" he asked in almost hushed tones.
The young leader had to be careful with what he said to the middle child, Yazoo had the ability to read between what Kadaj thought, and what Kadaj actually said; which was a huge variation sometimes.
The teen sighed, "Yazoo, have you really ever thought about what we're doing? This whole planet was against Mother; they ripped her asunder and spread her throughout the continent. Do you know what that means? It means the whole planet is going to be against us finding her. Do you think that the three of us can stand against everyone and everything without some kind of help along the way? You can look at them as sacrifices Yazoo but I see some of them as possible allies.
Yazoo's jaw worked open and closed a few times and he shook his head in confusion.
"So, are they pawns or allies Kadaj because I really don't understand your line of logic here?"
"Look at it like the game you were referring to Yazoo, every piece on the board has a purpose. There are some that will be played for our sexual gratification and then disposed of. Then there will be a select few that we will set into play but, we will guard them Yazoo. We will train them, and then watch over them, shuffling them here and there but always watching over their moves."
The middle silver shook his head, he understood perfectly what his brother was saying but he just hated the thought of dealing with humanity for any reason other than punishing them. After all, they were the reason for this situation they were in. Mother was mutilated and trapped because of them; he held them accountable for all the wrong doings that involved his family.
"Kadaj, I really don't want to see them the same way you do! Don't you think I'd have tried them out by now?
You see them how you want but I'll just stick with how I see them. You play them how you want on your own little board and I'll play with them on my board the way I want."
The young leader smirked at his sibling. "Yazoo, you have your own human board game? That's not the team spirit brother, there's no *I* in team." He mocked his older brother.
The pretty remnant raised his brows looking very mischievous, "No, but there's a *me* in team!
The young leader grinned, "Yazoo, you're sounding more like me every day."
The middle child sighed at the complexity of his younger brother, "I understand what you're saying but you know Kadaj, sometimes I really think you tripped over; and fell flat on you face into a big puddle of insanity."
Kadaj gave him a thoroughly exasperated look and huffed in agitation. "Well sometimes, things just make me insane Yazzy," he blurted out.
Yazoo squinted suspiciously at the youngest, "Kadaj, when you're constantly trying to be a manipulative little bastard like you usually are, sometimes things just don't go to plan. And well, you end up with socks." Yazoo smiled at the shocked look on his brother's face.
Kadaj's jaw opened but it took a while for the words to come out.
"I don't manipulate you Yazzy," he innocently said.
Yazoo chuckled, "that's cause you can't," he taunted the teen.
"Can to, there was that time…" he quickly shut his mouth. "Never mind Yaz. Hey, let's bring her down," he quickly changed the subject and turned back to the forgotten girl hanging upside down.
Yazoo looked to his brother; not sure if he should continue this conversation then decided he was better off not knowing at the moment. He gave a small nod and a sigh then moved to the secured ropes, letting her down slowly. "We're continuing this conversation later Kadaj!" he mumbled.
The teen gave a slight grin and crouched down beside the brunette, deftly he untied her arms and leg while Yazoo removed the strap from around her other ankle.
The girl cried out in pain as she was freed from the restraints but made an effort to try and move her ex-imprisoned appendages.
The brothers watched for a few minutes to see what damage Yaz's bondage had done. The wound on her breasts had almost stopped weeping, a dark, crusty formation encompassing her nipples. The little trickles of blood had left tiny rivulets running down her neck and jaw, Kadaj decided it was one of Yazoo's most delicate artwork to date. As she slowly moved, the accumulated blood mixed with water on the floor covered her body in a macabre, almost full body painting and she sluggishly gained some control over her limbs. Sensing there was no permanent damage, the two evil angels moved in on her.
TBC
Sorry for making you guys wait so long, hope you enjoyed the antics of our bad boys.