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Chapter Twenty Eight He stood there in the elevator cab, wondering what he would do if challenged by anyone who entered the car with him. He scuffed his foot along the cab floor and looked at the floors on the panel and wondered which one would be the safest to use. He did not think walking out the front door clad in this was the subtle way to try and escape this nightmare he had been sucked into almost 2 days ago. He felt his stomach rumble at how long he had gone without food and he knew he was thirsty too, so would need to see if he could find some kind of water fountain on one of the floors. He could feel the thoughts and emotions of so many people that it almost overwhelmed him, but he found if he focused primarily on one thing at a time, the rest became a quiet noise that just rippled up and down his spine depending on how strong the emotions of the person were that he was picking up. He found part of his mind curious and trying to understand what he could now see and experience with these enhanced senses he had. But he knew one thing, they were kicking up one heck of a headache in the back of his skull. He closed his eyes and just stood there and took deep breathes as the elevator began to rise and take him out from the hell he had just spent hours, or maybe days, of his life seeing things he had only heard about and being worked as hard in a dungeon scene as he had ever been worked, and then to be served up as a food platter. he growled softly as his body shuddered from all the hands that had felt him up while taking the food from off him and making comments about he and the girl. He leaned back against the cab wall and wondered who he would meet when the cab would stop at any of the floors between he and possible escape. He knew that the more people around him, the more white noise of their thoughts and emotions flooded his head, and when he worked hard to focus only on those in and around him personally, he could turn down the noise of the others and mainly hear what was going on around him. He pulled his robe around him and tried to hug himself tight. The robe being so short rode up again and his cock and balls dangled freely, the cock firm because of his nerves and the balls tight and combined, it felt like he still had a harness of some kind strapped around them. He knew he had gotten in way over his head and had no idea of how this would all play out. He thought about the Mistress and as he did, he felt like he could sense where She was, back in Her suite, and he let his senses scan the room. He found Charity, still asleep and harnessed in place on the table where he had left her, and as he scanned the room and saw the doors that led to Her private quarters, he sensed the heartbeat of the girl She had taken with her, beating slowly and steadily, and felt no other activity happening, so it seemed both must have fallen asleep after whatever else had taken place between the Mistress and the French Maid. He heard the ding as the elevator came to a halt and the door prepared to open. He took a deep breath and tried to mentally project "eyes front" to whoever was about to come in. He knew he did not have it in him for a full blown brawl, but maybe with some "smoke and mirrors" he might clear these hurdles as they jumped up in front of him. The doors opened as he looked down and stayed quiet, as three men from maintenance came into the elevator and looked for space to stand before the doors closed. One moved to the back of the car and stood next to him, as the others settled in and hit the up button and the three began talking about the buzz in the club from over the weekend when the VIP hit the club and the ripple effect it had since then. he listened since they were right in front of him, but kept his eyes down and his ears opened as the cab continued to travel up. He found that when he was not focused on something specific, it seemed like he was being bombarded by thoughts and emotions from not just those in front of him in the cab, but from multiple sources. Some were stronger, some weaker, but all combined served to act like a white noise that grated on his nerves. He knew he was both mentally and physically drained from the past 24-36 hours, he shook his head and sighed softly, he had totally lost track of time, but even as he rode up in the cab, his mind was back down in the Suite remembering how the Mistress had swarmed all over him, and flogged him well across his back and ass and the Lust and Desire he saw in Her eyes as She raked her fingernails all over his chest. He knew that Her marks were still showing on his body and that the robe such as it was, didn't hide much, the wrong movement and he would be exposing himself in more ways then one, and he had no idea how much time he had before they discovered he has escaped and would sound the alarm looking for him. Meanwhile Marcus was conducting a quick and quiet search for the escaped slave, as he did not want to face the Mistress with the news that the male had somehow gotten free and was somewhere in the building looking for a way out. He shuddered thinking of the anger she would take out on the girl, for getting herself overpowered by a chained male slave and then he knew She would turn her attention to him, since he was head of Security and She had made it clear that this slave was more important then the usual collection of bodies that came and became part of the slaves that served the clan and club here, or were shipped out to serve and be used elsewhere. He did not want to use the house system, because he had no idea where the slave was, and to alert the club via normal channels would risk tipping off the place that there was an escaped slave and that information might fall in the ears of some of the Humans who were unaware of this realities of this club and that might draw more attention then The Club or the Mistress would want right now. He stopped at his desk and checked the roster of who he had available to him. Who could he trust and who might be able to deal with the possible quirks that this slave seemed to possess. He knew he would have to review the tapes from the playroom to see how he managed to get undone and get the maid slave to take his place. He would have her ass on a spit because he knew She was involved in it somehow, and if the Mistress was really ticked, he would not be surprised if there was a new side of meat hanging in the freezer that the kitchen could wind up carving up and serving at some future date. He growled softly to himself as he wondered what the significance of the strange blood from the slave might mean. He hated working in the dark, but he also knew that sometimes his Mistress would play things close to the vest, when the stakes were high, and as he added the clues together, he shivered as he sensed that this was far bigger then anything the club had seen in a long long time. He paused as he came across the files of "The Dark Princess," and he paused to read up on her. He knew She had been a World Class Athlete and her lusts for the dark side of sexual action had made her the object of many parties. She also would provide fresh meat to be served, and sometimes she was served up at the events too, so he knew the Mistress had a fancy for the one called Nastya. He picked up the phone and quickly called her and explained the situation and the need to keep things low key. The male was to be taken alive, with minimal damage, but he was not to be allowed to escape the club. He knew the lean toned Russian woman would bring her skills to the hunt and he knew of her Domme skills so he felt confident She could secure the escaped slave if She found him before Marcus did. Meanwhile he headed out the office to begin the search, not knowing how much time he had before the Mistress discovered the problem and he knew he would rather be anywhere but in Her presence when he had to explain how the male had escaped their control. So he got up from the desk, headed out the door and set off for the elevator to begin a search from the bottom of the club up as Nastya started at club level and worked her way down, that way, between the two of them, they should be able to flush him out and recapture him. The escaped slave stood in the back of the cab, he was relieved that the workmen had left on an earlier floor. They had not noticed him as he seemed to have been able to screen them from seeing him and his mind buzzed from the various inane comments and thoughts he picked up from their minds. He wasn't sure where the elevator would stop next, he knew he had to try and find the employee's lounge and see if he could work his way out by swiping an outfit from an employee that was already dressed for work and somewhere else in the club. He took a deep breath and felt more nude in the short robe he was wearing then if he was actually nude. He knew he would have to get the collar and wrist and ankle restraints cut off his body later, but as of the moment, his mind was more on escape from that Wild Woman who had sunk her fangs into his neck and to try and figure out what had happened to him since then. He knew he would have to take his chances and leave the elevator soon. The cars were wired in reverse, with the floor numbers on the outside of the cab and the up and down indicators on the inside. The floors were labeled for the theme of the rooms that were on them and he had already been in the basement, that is where he got on this elevator when he sought his way out. He looked up as the elevator came to a stop and with a ding the doors slid open and he looked out to see who was there, and stopped in his tracks when he saw who filled the hallway on the other side of the cab. His heart began to pound faster as he recognized the other person. As he saw the person look up at the opening of the elevator doors, he lowered his head and charged into the man. Marcus groaned as he felt the body crash into him and he fell back in the hall as he sought to defend himself from the attack. Then he growled in delight as he looked down and realized it was the escaped slave and he had the chance to recapture him here and now. The slave knew he had to try and beat Marcus here, but he knew he was not the fighter that Marcus was, since he had no training as a Bodyguard, but as he drove Marcus into the wall, he heard a grunt and the sound of a gun clatter on the floor as they struggled around the hall. Marcus lifts a hard knee into the slave's belly and is pleased to hear a moan as the grip on him loosened. Marcus knew he needed some room to maneuver and be able to bring his training into play here as they wrestled around the hall, bouncing from one wall into the other. The slave tried to throw a punch and Marcus blocked it and countered with a uppercut of his own, rocking the slave back on his feet and shaking his head as he tried to clear the cobwebs. Marcus moved in thinking this would be an easy and quick fight and then gasped as he felt his foot being yanked off the ground and he crashed against the wall on the other side of the hall. He looked up surprised, and saw a similar glimpse of surprise on the slave's face, as if he didn't know how that had happened either. They both look at each other and Marcus lets a tight grin flood his face, he was going to take this slave down hard and make sure he was carted back to his cell and locked down hard. He saw the slave strip off the tatters of the short robe and take a deep breath as he readied for the next moment. Marcus stepped in and faked a left handed punch and watched the slave weave out of the way and as he did, lashed out with a solid right hand to the slave's jaw, staggering him and forcing the slave to step back. He saw the glaze of the blow flood the slave's eyes and so stepped in and tried to throw a series of punches to keep the slave disoriented and off balance. But as he threw each punch he saw the other man throw up his arms and block one punch after the other as he moved back from the brunt of Marcus's attack. Neither of them had expected this, Marcus wondered what other surprises this slave had in him as he looked down while getting up and felt a foot bury into his stomach as he fell back hard on the ground, the air knocked out of him as he looked up at the naked slave, sweat beginning to flow on his body as he shook his head in disbelief and moved in on Marcus. Marcus stoood up slowly and felt the drip of blood from his lip and let loose a low happy angry growl, it had been awhile since he had been in a good brawl and he was going to enjoy this, because he did not want to face the Mistress with the news he had lost this fight to this slave. He lashed out with a hard left to the side of the slave's head and saw him stagger, he followed up with a swinging karate kick that landed in the slave's belly and pushed him hard into the opposite wall. He caught a quick breath and grabbed hold of the slave's arm and threw him across the hall into the other wall and slammed up against him, driving his weight into the slave and felt the gasp of air forced from the slave's lungs at the impact of the move. As he moved in, he saw the slave reach for a nearby vase and seek to throw it at him. He ducked and landed a quick one two left right punch that staggered the slave and made him reel back. He saw the legs begin to wobble on the slave and moved into try and finish the fight. The slave, panting hard and trying to keep an eye on Marcus bit on another head fake as Marcus moved in and grabbed hold of the slave and kneed him in the stomach hard and then as the slave bent over, brought both his hands down as a single hard fist on the back of his head and the slave went down in a heap. Marcus stood over the slave, breathing hard, as he looked up and down the hall to see the kind of damage left during their struggle. He looked down and saw the slave still lying on the floor, breathing hard but not moving from the two fisted sledge hammer blow he dropped down across the slave's back after the knee to the stomach. Marcus felt the sweat drip into his eyes and sting as he moved around the slave and kicked his feet apart and as he knelt down beside the slave, he reached for a set of handcuffs to secure the arms behind the slave's back. He wanted to lock the cuffs on tight, because he was angry at the escape of the slave and angry that the fight took so long. He reached for his cell, seeking to call maintenance to get to this floor and begin cleaning it up, so that no one would know what had happened. He checked on the slave as he opened up the phone and began to talk to Nastya and let her know where they were and what was needed to be done. As the slave heard Marcus giving instructions, he arched back and threw an elbow into the side of the Bodyguard and felt a shudder as his unexpected blow pushed Marcus off him and he spun over and pushed himself up and dove into Marcus and they began to wrestle around on the floor. The phone flew out of Marcus's hand as he rolled over with the slave on top of him, trying to block the punches that the slave was throwing at him. The slave had been stunned and dropped by the knee and the blow to the back of the neck, yes, but as he lay there, he felt a surge of energy begin to boil inside of him as he felt Marcus moving his body around and calling for some help with the hallway and the plans to take him back to a cell and secure him tightly for transport to the training chambers on a farm that belonged to the Mistress. He felt weary and aching all over from the fight, but as he heard Marcus talk, he felt a second wind as it were flowing through his body, an energy that he did not think he had, so he arched up and let instinct flow and attacked the startled Security Head and as Marcus hit the floor and his head bounced hard off the floor, the slave scrambled quickly over to the fallen man and straddled him and began punching him with numerous blows to the head and chest. Marcus lay there trying to block the blows, and wondering how in the world the slave had recovered again. He could hear Nastya's voice on the speaker phone, but that had flown across the corridor and he was trying to buck the slave off him and seek to regain control of the situation. He too was stunned at the sudden recovery and attack and the energy and force he felt as the blows rained down on him. He blocked some of them, but other punches landed and kept him woozy as they struggled for control. He felt his head being pulled up by the slave who growled at him and head butted him and at that, Marcus saw stars in his vision and he sagged back to the floor. He had never had a situation turn out like this and as he tried to shake his head clear of the fog and look for a way to the slave off him so he could regain control, he looked up and saw the slave growling again and baring his mouth as Fangs emerged from the slave's gums as he moved in on Marcus and sought to twist his head to the side so he could get at Marcus's throat. Marcus's eyes widened as he saw the fangs emerge in the slave's mouth and he tried to break loose from the slave. But a well placed knee in his groin caused Marcus to fall back to the floor, pain flooding his body as he collapsed and felt the slave's growls intensify as the slave's eyes rolled back into his head and he moved closer to Marcus's exposed throat. The grip on Marcus tightened as the slave moved in closer, the heated breath falling on the security guard's neck as he lay stunned and powerless as the slave moved in closer, seemingly ready to bite into his neck. Marcus's brain screamed out commands to his body, but found his body would not obey and he closed his eyes and stiffened as he braced for what was about to happen. The slave leaned in, seeking the vein that he sensed beating rapidly in the bodyguard's throat. A strong urge to bite into the exposed throat racing through his system, creating feeling he had never experienced before. He smelled the fear on Marcus and the blend of the fear and the sight of the pulsing vein excited him as never before as he moved instinctively towards the carotid artery and took a deep breath ready to sink the fangs into the flesh. Then he felt something click onto his collar and pull back on his head and he heard the click of a Gun as the safety was undone and the gun was pointed to the side of his head, and as his head cleared and his blood lust dimmed, he heard a female voice say, "Get your ass off of him slave, unless you'd like to get a 3rd hole the hard way." He growled as he was pulled off the prone bodyguard and as Marcus scrambled to his feet, they both looked up and saw a slender tall woman in a tight catsuit and heels, keeping a grip on the slave's leash as She tossed a set of handcuffs to Marcus. "Your ass is mine now boy," she spoke in her accented Russian voice as She kept a gun trained on the slave. "Now get your ass down on the ground and put your hands behind your back." She jerked down on his leash as the slave looked at her and growled in frustration. She took the butt of her gun and hit him across the back of his neck and grinned as the slave fell sprawling on his face. She watched as Marcus moved into place and pulled the slave's hands behind his back and locked the cuffs on tight. Marcus finished locking the cuffs on and groaned as he stood up, the pain of the fight still rippling through his body as he kicked the prone slave in the side and heard the groan of pain as his foot buried itself in the salve's body. "Your timing was exceptional Nastya," Marcus looked up and down the halls to see the damage done by their fight as he took a deep breath and tried to ignore the feelings of fear he had felt when he saw the fangs in the Slave's mouth moving in on his neck. Nastya looked down on the slave who was laying quiet on the floor, cuffs tightly locked on his wrists behind him and sweat dripping from his body. She could see the marks from the fight and grinned as She saw Marcus kick him while he was down. She was amazed by how battered Marcus was and She thought she had seen some panic in his eyes as She moved in on them while they were struggling. She listened as Marcus gave her instructions as to where to take the slave and to make sure he was securely caged with 2 guards to be on him at all times. "Not to worry lover," She said as Marcus pulled a bit gag from a side pocket and knelt beside the slave. "Open wide asshole," Marcus growled as he pulled back on the leash attached to the collar. The slave knew he his chance for the moment had come and gone and so he quickly opened his mouth and moaned as Marcus pulled the bitgag in tight and strapped it in back of the slave's neck. He grinned at the sound of pain that came from the nude slave bound at their feet. He stood up and kicked the slave in the side again as he motioned for Nastya to come to him. They both smiled at the pain flashing across the slave's face and Nastya took Her stilleto heel and ground it into the slave's ass as She listened to Marcus. "I'm going to report to the Mistress and hopefully she will not have learned that this one had somehow escaped from her room. Nastya's eyes widened in shock as She looked down on the slave and wondered how in the world he pulled that off. A level of respect for the slave now in her mind, she continued to listen to Marcus. "I've got to get some cleanup people here, we will have to shut down the wing and repair it, but it is important that you get him locked away and under tight guard. Mistress has one staff member She will skin within an inch of her life for letting this one overcome her, and I do not want to be the one She turns her full anger on if this one gets away." Nastya stood there and studied them both. She had always found Marcus sexy and had envied the power of his position and how hot his body was. She looked over the rippled muscles that were drenched in sweat from the struggle and saw places she would love to provide some first aid for, but She pulled her thoughts back into line as he finished his orders. "Not to worry Boss," She said as She stood there with her foot on the ass of the slave, her heel grinding once again into his ass cheek and She let out a low wicked laugh as She heard the slave moan. "Trust me," She said as She pulled the slave to his feet and took a tight grip on his leash. "I'll make sure his ass is locked away and secured for transport," She smiled as the slave stood up and She saw his manhood and how hard he was. "This one will be locked and stored and taught that he is the property of the Mistress and nothing is going to happen to him while he is under my care." Marcus smiled at his aide and nodded, then turned and headed off to get some new clothes and get a crew on the floor to begin repairs. She pulled the slave close to Her and tilted his chin up so She could see into his eyes. She moved closer and whispered into his ear so he could hear every word. "Ваша задница моя раб, приводить мне любую причину травмировать Вас, и я буду," She paused as She saw the confused look in his eyes. "That means Your ass is mine slave, give me any reason to hurt you and I will" She reached for his cock and balls and grabbed hold of them and squeezed hard. "Get it," She growled, he nodded back as he moaned into the bitgag. "Good," She said as She turned and headed off to a Staff elevator, keeping him on a tight leash as they entered the elevator, and the doors closed behind them as they headed elsewhere into the Club. |
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