Reset Password
Reset Link Sent
| Blogs > slave_1726 > Slave_1726's journey into TPE |
|
Chapter Twenty Seven He moved over to a closet searching for something to wear. He knew he could not be found out in the halls nude and unescorted. It would be a dead giveaway and he would be recaptured quickly. He was not sure how he had been able to convince the girl to undo his shackles, but he was never one to look a gift in the mouth. Although She was easy to look at and fit so good on his cock. He growled softly at how good the sex with her was and that it filled a hunger in him and revived him in a way he had never really felt after sex before. He was still trying to figure out why he could hear things and see things that he had not been aware of before. He knew he would have to look for the answers later as he did not want to be around when the Mistress emerged from her room, and he didn't know when Marcus would be back, so he continued to look for something he could slip into. He looked back and saw Charity strapped in place, sleeping peacefully on the table where he was. He felt kind of sad as to what she might face when she was discovered, but he knew what they had planned for him and on the whole he'd rather be in Philadelphia as opposed to being strapped to that table. As he moved out of the shower area, he found a closet door and saw towels and robes and knew that escaping slaves could not be too choosy as covering of any kind would make him look less like a slave, and maybe more of a or someone on staff. So he reached in for the biggest robe he could see and slipped it around him. He sighed as he wrapped it around him and saw it ended just below his ass cheeks, so knew that there would not be much modesty to this robe. He tied the sash and made his way towards the door, hoping that there were no alarms active that he might trip, but then remembering the 2 slave maids who had been sent into clean the room, he took a sigh of relief and moved closer to the door. A flash of red light caught his eye and as he looked up, he saw where one of the room's cameras was perched. He resisted the urge to flip the camera off, as he did not have the time to try and dismantle the room's system, time was short and he was not sure of how he would make his way back to the Sunlight, but he knew that as alluring and as intoxicating as the Mistress was, there was something about her and the bite she had marked him with that spooked him deeply and made him seek to be elsewhere, for he didn't know how long he might be able to resist Her ways with him. He left the room and shut the door behind him, looking each way to get an idea as to where he should go. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes and felt his black lenses slip down over his pupils. He was beginning to think of this as his night vision eyes. It allowed him to see clearer in darker situations. He could also see the signs of where people had been from the heat of their bodies from the footprints on the carpet to the hand prints on the rail or desk. He was not sure if he had to go up or down to find his way out of this crazy world he had fallen into, but he had to move, and change clothes later when the chance presented itself, wandering the streets of LA in this short robe was not good for one's health or dignity. He chuckled as he thought back over what a beating his dignity had taken since he entered the club. he didn't even know how long ago it had been since they had gotten here on Saturday night. He had no idea where Martyn and Sherry were, but he would cross that bridge once he had escaped here. He paused and thought about the French girl he had endured this night of horror with and was not sure where she was or how she was doing. He was not sure he could rescue her, and right now he wasn't sure how he was going to rescue himself. He moved to the right and down the hall to what looked like an elevator and wondered if there was a flight of stairs nearby as well. he wasn't sure if either would lead up or down, but he felt better thinking he had an option of what way to use. He knew the elevator would be easier, but he also felt it would be monitored more and easier for them to trap him, but he also knew he did not like the idea of stairs in either direction. He tried to remember if he had seen multiple stories to this building when he arrived with his friends, and he knew that he had gone down into the depths of the club when they first took him into the dungeon playrooms. But after all that he had been taken through and had done to him, climaxed by the session with the Mistress in Her suite, he wasn't sure which way was up or down. The new things he was feeling, the way his senses seemed to be seeing things on a different level then ever before, and the fact that he felt better then he should have after the hours of torture and torment that had been done to he and the French girl, were just a few of the things nagging in the back of his brain as he waited for the elevator to open. He wiggled his toes in the plush carpet of the hallway and hoped he could bluff his way out of any tough spot he might meet along the way. He had no idea where Sophie was, and if he could rescue her. Right now he wasn't sure how he was going to rescue himself, let alone anyone else he might meet along the way. The ding of the elevator bell pulled him from his thoughts. He shivered as the door to the elevator opened, and he kept his head lowered till he could see if anyone was inside looking to come out. A quick look at the ground in front of him showed nobody in the car, so he took a deep breath and stepped in and as the doors slide shut behind him, he studied the panel for floors and an idea of how many floors this thing reached. He pressed the button for the floor underneath what seemed to be the lobby for the club. He was not ready to walk out into the main portion of the club in this mini robe that was barely covering his ass, and although his cock and balls had contracted due to the coolness of the air in the elevator, he knew that with the right heat, or situation, his lack of a jock strap would soon become noticeable, and in a place like this, could be viewed as an open invitation to games he was not ready to play after what he had already gone through. He took a deep breath and moved over to the side of the car and let the doors shut and said a prayer as he waited to see what he would find when the doors opened up at their next stop. It had been a busy weekend for Marcus with the arrival of the Mistress on the red-eye flight and having to make sure enough hands were on deck to be ready for what meetings She would take here at the club while She was in town, and making sure those who were to be taken, were moved into the pipeline where they would be stripped of their identity on a private and public scale and sent off to their new roles as slaves who served the Mistress and the clan in locations not only here in the Southland but all over the world. He'd thought it would be a normal weekend to control, and yet, this time things were off track. He got to the lab and told the tech people that this was a rush order on the blood, as he handed the vial over and found a seat to sit back and rest while they began to run their tests. He'd had no problem making sure the new slaves were stripped and prepped for the dinner party the Mistress threw for her Studio guests, and even had no problem disposing of the nurse's body after she had angered the Mistress. But something was wrong here, he could feel it, and he felt it had something to do with the male that had been brought in off of one of the display poles in the dance club on Saturday night. He had felt himself get lost in the eyes of the male slave and it rattled him still. He normally never had a problem dealing with the slave meat that were selected from the club's humans and captured for use by the clan. But this one somehow was different. He was glad to see the darkened contact lenses served as blindfolds as the lab had said they would. He was not sure what the Mistress saw in him, and after seeing Her trembling hand in Her suite as he came to take the vial for her, troubled him big time. He had never seen that kind of reaction from Her in all the years he had been in Her service. He was tired as he waited in the office for the blood work to be done. He knew the maids would clean up the mess while She slept and the slave was not going anywhere. His crew had done a great job over the weekend with the unexpected work, and so he was going to treat them to some play time in the club rooms with the person of their choice, whether they wanted a slave or to be worked as one, his crew had earned the chance for some pleasure at the club, since normally they were at work and had to watch while others played. He himself was a Dominant, with one exception, he swore his loyalty to the Mistress, and belonged to Her, heart and soul. She had not taken him across yet, but he knew if the chance came, he would bare his neck for Her so he could continue to serve and protect Her. He knew that since She allowed him to command a crew that contained clan members as well as humans said She had a lot of confidence in him. He also knew that if he messed up, he would feel her full fury come down on him first and then the rest of his Crew. He had seen her dispose of the nurse with minimal effort because somehow the silly cow had messed up. He didn't know how the girl had messed up, but part of his job was to clean up the mess, so he made sure the body was taken out to be drained and then harvested for all usable products before what was left made it's way into the freezer for storage until needed for a future menu at the club somewhere down the road. He walked over to the break room and poured himself a cup of coffee and savored the quiet moment. When the Mistress was in town, the club stayed at high alert notice while She was here. The Humans who served as the "face" of the club that dealt with the city and state, were some well known names, but He knew as well that if they mismanaged the club in anyway shape or form, He would be called to make sure the lesson was taught, and that meant some serious down time in a playroom for the errant person, and then some time in "rehab" recovering, for the outside world, while Clan Doctors and staff did any repairs that needed to be done to the disobedient human. He supervised most sessions and sometimes became personally involved, but as he told the unfortunate ones, "hey, nothing Personal, but I have a job to do, and you have a lesson to learn about the Mistress and your role in serving her." He then made sure the lesson began and that there would be honest tears of repentance from the victim. He had been at his job long enough and had been trained by the Mistress well enough, that he knew BS when he heard it while the person was being punished, and he chuckled at the bribes offered him and the bodies offered to him if he would stop the session. He would always chuckle and speak softly,"Listen, first, I have someone to answer to, that I do not want mad at me. Secondly, I have access to just about any body I could want to put my hands on, so I don't see sparing you for a shot at your body benefits me in anyway, since I already can do whatever I want with you, whether you like it or not. Finally, If I am not convinced you have learned your lesson and are ready to serve Her with Honor, I am cleared to ship you out to places that will make this seem like a 5 star Hotel, and make you disappear from sight for as long as I deem it needed. So face the music, accept your fate and if you suffer and endure well enough, maybe, you might be allowed to return to your life." So he would get the job done, some moved back to their lives and walked the straight and narrow. The others, were reassigned, and dropped from sight and the public records, and found new lives as slaves to the clan in various places around the world. He had yet to have to take a parent from their family, since most of the humans hired were single, but he knew he would have to talk contingency plans with the Mistress for the day when a Father or Mother had to be taken out of the picture. Meanwhile, he remembered the Mistress had talked with him about giving him a human of his own, to train as a slave or pet, so he hoped he would get a chance to talk with Her about that before She left the area. Maybe he would ask to take the French slave as his own, he had seen how Sophie had looked on the Cross and how well she was milked during the Dinner and how well she took to ropes and collar. He smiled as he thought of having her chained and caged and trained to be his personal pet. He checked his watch and saw that a couple of hours had gone by and the tech folks were still scurrying about in the back. He knew he should make his rounds, but She had told him to stay with the sample till the results were in and he would not disobey Her. So as he sensed something was out of line in the back lab, he put his coffee down and headed back to the lab area to see what the buzz was about. As he approached, the hairs on the back of his neck rose studying the body language of the people involved. They were unhappy and puzzled about something and he had to find out now. He opened the door to the lab and was engulfed in a storm of sound as people were arguing over the results of the test. He paused to try and see what the heat was all over. He heard some say, it is impossible, the machine was broken or there was operator error, and the other side saying, the work had been checked and then double checked and the results stayed the same. Which then caused the others to throw their hands into the air and say it is impossible, there had to be some other explanation. His hand hit the Counter hard and swept the coffee mugs off and sent them crashing to the floor. The noise startled the lab staff who turned and stared in amazement at the anger they saw on Marcus's face. "Sit down, shut the hell up and tell me what in the world is going on," he growled in a low, calm voice, cold and chilling to all who heard him. He waited and saw them settle down slowly, looking back and forth from him, to each other, to the paperwork on the desk back to him, but slowly the tension level of the room mellowed out. "Now, I want someone to stand up and for the rest of you to shut up, while they tell me what is all the ruckus over a simple blood test? All I wanted was the blood type of this donor, not a front seat for a geek wrestle mania." A cute girl in her early 30's stood up and looked at Marcus. "Well Sir," she said," we took the vial that you brought to us and began our usual testing work for blood type per your request. We were not expecting anything out of the ordinary except for the blood to tell us what type it was so we could report back to you." Marcus nodded as he studied her and his brain kicked his awareness up a level at her words 'anything out of the ordinary,' and held up his hand to silence her report. "You said 'anything out of the ordinary?" "That's right Sir," she said, as heads all around the table nodded. "So why all the static here," Marcus asked as he still could sense the frustration and confusion in all of the stressed bodies. He saw eyes glaring at others and the confusion in others and he was still no closer to an answer he could take back to the Mistress. The girl stiffened and pulled her lab jacket around her, and Marcus grinned softly as the robe hugged a very well defined body with plenty of curves in all the right places. ""Who knew geeks could be hot?" Marcus thought to himself as he looked up at her and nodded for her to continue. "The problem is this Sir," she said as she looked over the lab reports one more time as if to will a different answer out of them. "The donor of this blood sample, is unique in all our years of blood work. He does not fall under any blood type we know the Humans to be." She stopped as she saw Marcus's back straighten stiff and his eyes fully focused on her and She trembled under his stare. "That seems to be impossible girl," Marcus growled in a low quiet voice that silenced the others all around the table as She trembled but struggled to meet his eyes. "I know Sir, and that is part of the debate that has been going on for the last hour. We repeated the test, we checked the equipment and still the results are the same. The Blood seems Pure, but it is unlike any blood we have seen from a human before." A male staff member began to sputter his objections and Marcus just looked at him and glared. "I do not want to take a report back to the Mistress about what a petty group of She has working Her lab for Her. I Know you want to tell me what She is saying is impossible right?" The technician nodded without saying a word. "Do you have any theory that can explain why after checking all equipment and running multiple tests, you keep coming up with the same results?" "No Sir but," the man started to say. "But nothing fool, sit down," Marcus growled, as the tech took his seat and lowered his eyes. "You people need to go dig up the clan history books and explore then, and see if someone has ever come across someone with a blood type that we can't classify." He watched as they looked back and forth at each other and he shook his head in disbelief. "I know most of you are clan, and you are aware of human science and technology, but don't tell me you had forgotten to explore your achieves to see if Vampires have come across this blood type before and what it means and is it of use to the clan." He sat back as they began to bicker back and forth amongst themselves and his mind flashed back to the strange dealings he had with the new male slave She had found. The feeling that had washed over him when he found himself exchanges a look with the slave, and the relief that he felt slipping the contact lens blindfolds to reduce anyone else from having an encounter like he did. He also remembered the shake in the hand of the Mistress when he had come down to Her suite to pick up the vial from Her. The glazed look on Her face and the tremor in Her hand as She gave him the vial and the instructions to stay with it. He stood and slapped the table hard to get their attention. As of this moment, let me remind you, this conversation and those results are now clan classified top secret. Any discussion of it out of these walls will put the guilty party in a lot of hot water. Trust me people," he paused to make eye contact with each one of them. "I have the tools and the knowledge to make your life a living hell if this story gets out, and trust me, I will." He paused and saw the effect ripple over the room and the group quieted. "Now some of you, run another set of tests on the equipment to make sure they are at top specs, get blood from some of the new slaves She acquired at the last Hollywood negotiation session, you should find several blood types from those blood suckers. The others, go to your archives and study the Clan history and medical books and see what you can find. I will be expecting a report by 1600 hours this afternoon, and you best have something for me. Dismissed!" "I have to get back to the Mistress and alert Her to what is going on here. Since She has the mystery donor still secured in Her suite, we may need to wheel him up here for more tests on him, so you Einsteins can stop with the feuding and come up with some workable theories." He scrambled to his feet and headed for the door, he had to get to the Mistress and report the news and make sure the male was maintained in a secure setting until this mystery was solved. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he exited the room and headed for the elevator. "She knows something about him," he thought to himself, "I am not sure what has happened during Her time with him, but I am going to ask my questions and see if She will level with me as to what we are dealing with here. He hit his bluetooth and alerted his crew to be on stand bye, he wanted them to be ready to respond as soon as he figured out what was going on and what danger if any faced the Mistress and the clan. He stopped at the door to the elevators, pushed the down call button and began to think back over the past 18 hours or so, ever since the Mistress had taken two new slaves off the club floor and down into the playrooms for fun and feeding. "Human Blood that does not have a type? What if other clans hear about this," he thought, as the bell chimed and the doors opened and he stepped into the elevator. |
 |
 |
 |
| Become a member to comment on this blog | ||
 |
×
×