The Love Slaves

It was a huge room carved totally out of ice, the two longest walls baring computer banks and consoles, one with hundreds of TV screens, monitors for other areas, including one that looked like prison cells. Men and robots stood in various places around the room, all blank and emotionless, eyes void of all color.

In a dark corner of the room, leaning up against a computer console was a figure, long bloody legs, dressed in a torn white suit with crumpled wings crushed under him. “He can’t be half Toooilan” I thought, “I mean he is too good. Even knowing his story he LOOKS too good to have bad blood.”

Opposite him was an marble throne, two bloody daggers on the ground and two figures, one a grinning Toooilan in rich robes and the other a naked sweat-covered woman and even my breath caught in shock at the overwhelmingly stunning beauty of her-it wasn’t hard to see where the boy got his looks-not just that, it was obvious to me where he got his purity from, his sense of honour and justice and love.

She was red where he had been holding her hips, private area baring the glowing black get of the alien that I so remembered, but still she watched him adoringly, ignoring her own son bleeding to death in the corner.

Looking at her expression I suddenly thought ‘did I ever look like that? Did I ever seem to adore my captors like that? Did I ever value the lust of my masters over my love of my family-even Arthur?’ For a brief time the answer had been yes and inside I coward at the thought, but also part of me rebelled at it, saying it would NEVER had taken lust and sex over the life of my son let alone his well being. After all, didn’t I choose Arthur over it, despite all the programming?

Part of me said I had had it easier than the other, all I had really done was obey one of my fellow slaves and because of it been freed. By having multiple masters it had been easier to go with Arthur and defy them, forget the other masters and listen to ne only, forget I was defying the others by burying all I was and am in my young king. In a perverse way Arthurs will overruled theirs BECAUSE he was a young king.

However Robin had just one master and hers WAS her king. By having only one master to deal with her, her programming had been more complex. Mine was broken by sex and probably was no where complete when Arthur was put with me. In fact I had-from the moment I first saw him-got the sense he had been some sort of test, perhaps to see if my programming would stand up against the temptation of something comforting, something familiar and unconditional.

‘Which suggests’ I thought with a shudder, ‘that they suspected we’d fall in love. Could it have all been manipulated to get from us willingly what they may not have got in that room?’

Which conjured other scary thoughts.

What if I really wasn’t in love with Arthur? What if those chemicals and programming had been to manipulate me into falling for Arthur, just as they had manipulated my lust and need? What if they had examined me before I awoke to find I was capable of becoming an Valori\human like Doc and knew to get me and Arthur together as a willing couple they could get what they wanted from Arthur, not only powerful offspring with all Arthurs abilities and powers but also to raise our children would give them influence over the Valori people, as the kings only heirs.

Which meant either kidnapping them after their birth or they had somehow also programmed me to bring them to the evil ones. I just didn’t know and until I did, I couldn’t allow myself to get pregnant, either to Arthur or the evil aliens.

Any other mussing was interrupted as the picture started to play in front of us, like a movie as he had said.

The woman at the evil aliens feet writhed and sensually curled around his legs, her eyes full of adoration. The alien turned to his son and grinned evilly “once you are gone I will birth another heir and this time I will ensure it is my pride and joy and follow in my footsteps. Without your brother as an influence my new son will be my pride and joy.”

The boy, eyes glowing in unbridled ferocity and he snarled, “Ritchie and the others will stop you.”

The evil alien laughed loudly and just the sound made me want to throw up in memory and knowledge. “They have failed thus far, my child, despite all the power they are SUPPOSE to have. All they seem able to do is hold me off, not stop me from extending my forces.”

“That’s because despite the people you enslaved and the evil you have done, you have failed to do anything they see as bad enough to warrant your death, even though I know better.”

The alien just dismissed his words with a smirk and wave of one hand. But the boy wasn’t finished “you killed Ritchie’s mom and that girl he liked. By bringing Dale back you did good for him, even if it was just as a bargaining chip when he took her from you, but if I die you will sign your death warrant. Can you imagine the PADD, Idars and Chosen Ones all trying to kill you to claim the reward? Even the Renegade Idars will try-they know Ritchie will keep his promise of an reward for your head.”

When the alien just dismissed it again we all saw the gears working desperately in his head, glancing in worry at his mother, the unmistakable sign of total unconditional love all over his face. That’s when it struck me, his last action before he bled to death was trying to protect his only true source of love, his mother! I suddenly knew if someone tried to kill Zimmer she would sacrifice herself to protect him, he was her god, her love.

But to protect his mother he had to warn his father, and we could all see how that pissed him off. Also instead of being scared or even intimidated the alien was treating it all as a joke.

Stupid idiot.

Everyone on earth and even-it seemed-Valori, knew the PADD and Idars were incredibly powerful, not just politically and socially but physically, each member in one way or the other baring certain unusual abilities or powers. There was a rumour going around that the PADD had been all tampered with by evil and had gained their powers and abilities by that, but no one believed it, taken as a rumour started by the enemy to undermine trust in the group.

Besides, we were all looking at two true-blood descendants of the true Valori race, there was no one in hell who could make them do evil-like my Arthur and I doubted they would be living let alone socializing with evil beings.

As we watched the boy’s top lip peeled back, baring perfect even white teeth, except the top rear incisors which were now longer than the others, curved back in his mouth like snake teeth and sharp as hell, something dripping from each fang that wasn’t saliva but a thick green liquid. Before I could speak Bonnie had “what’s that green stuff in his mouth?” The man made a motion, freezing the picture “pardon?”

“What’s in his teeth? The green stuff?” The man frowned at the son and answered “remember I mentioned the two liquid sacks a Toooilan is born with?”

“Yes the poison and sedative, Why?” to which I added “the sedative is one of the ingredients in the lust and Zimmer’s Ice Serum.” The man nodded and the boy went on “usually both those sacks shrink and disappear in a child’s first month, the remainders flushed out by their first taste of mothers milk-or formula-but for some reason Carmen didn’t or still hasn’t. Suzanne our doctor member thinks it’s because of the Toooilan in his human heritage sustains it.”

The man added, “Idars naturally have an anticoagulant gel in their teeth” he tapped his own before going on “and a coagulant in our saliva to help with feedings, but Carmen has neither. Instead to feed he can use either his rear or front incisors by choice. To feed by rear, his body will pump the poison into the victim. We have discovered it’s powerful enough to kill even Renegade Idars.” We were all shocked at this, Renegade Idars was the product of humans genetically tampering and changing the Idaran disease, making them faster, stronger, more resilient and damned near impossible to kill.

Even if there was only small tribes of them in hiding all around the world-or working for Zimmer.

“To feed by the front incisors he can sedate his donor, essentially put them into a trance while he feeds. It’s thanks to that sedative that we have been able to create some newer and stronger medicines.” The boy spoke out “when Carmen heard what had happened to you, he insisted Suzanne take a sample of the poison and his antibodies to get the cure from his body to give to you as soon as possible.” The man spoke “Carmen himself is immune to the poison and sedative.”

“So by showing the rear fangs he’s threatening his father,” I reasoned, to which both nodded, but I frowned when something occurred to me “but as a full Toooilan wouldn’t Zimmer also be immune?”

“Why would he be immune when their body gets rid of it in the first month or so outside the womb?”

“So you’re saying because Carmen’s body continued to reproduce the sedative and poison long after birth he was forced to develop a natural immunity to it where as no Toooilan has. What about breast-feeding? Surely the mothers...”

“No longer breast feed-they use formula and always have, that’s too much of an action of love. Even Robin had to bottle-feed Carmen.”

“What about sex with Debbie? Surely Carmen...”

“No, he always either clenched his teeth or if that proved too difficult they used one of those ball-gags from the sex stores you can get. As long as he can’t bite INTO something then he’s fine.”

“But what about when he bites someone with the front ones?” I asked, “what if they come out as well and poison the person?” The man looked at me “can you stand on one leg?” Confused I frowned and answered yes to which he went on “If you lift both legs do you continue to stand?”

“No, you fall over, why? What’s your point?”

“What father’s saying” the boy put in “is it is much the same principle. The muscles in our jaws allowing our teeth to release and retract can only work for the two. Even though only Carmen can release and retract his front and REAR in incisors the muscles are in capable of doing both at the same time.” We understood this and went back to watching the screen as the man motioned to start again.

As we watched the alien turned away, dismissing the boy with a wave of his hand until he growled out, lisping around fangs “HE will avenge me, your days are numbered.” Immediately the alien sprung back, furious. He ceased his sons shirt and lifted him just enough to press his face into his so he could hiss, “WHO is he? Tell me who turned you against me! Who manipulated my son to replace your own father?!” The boy looked smug and deeply amused at the same time, grinning to reveal the teeth again “wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Tell me!” he snarled, shaking him violently, the boy obviously repressing his shiver of agony and maintaining his amused grin. “Tell me who would be strong enough to take you from me so quickly after all my efforts! Who turned you against me, despite your Toooilan! It wasn’t that Idar boy-he is too weak!” The boy grinned but didn’t speak, he seemed to get more and more amused the more his father lost control of his anger.

“TELL ME!” He snarled one last time in his face but when the boy only laughed he was thrown into a nearby wall in disgust. The boy lay there, barely conscious and still bleeding when there came the sound of a door opening and closing and a new figure stepped into view, a beautiful red headed teenaged woman “What’s all this noise...” then she faded off in horror at the sight, “my god, what happened?” Her eyes went to the boy slumped and covered in dark red blood in the corner.

Instantly all emotion became a mix of revulsion, shock and horrified fear. Her eyes widened all the way and she ran forward, a chocked sob bursting from her lips, of “CARY!” As we watched she sank to her knees beside him, tears flowing down her cheeks unchecked as she managed to sob out “oh god Cary, what happened?! How did it happen? Please, tell me who did this?” The boy head rolled, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he managed to moan “father.”

“What do you mean by that? Surely you’re not saying...” And slowly one hand raised to point tremblingly at something across from him, lying in a pool of blood. Frowning she rose to go look, the bloody daggers. Turning them over and over in her hands as she slowly examined every inch of them, expression going from her previous to slowly a dawning horror and fury.

In those few seconds I saw many things cross her expression, all to do with betrayal. Disbelief; horror; shock; reason; concern then slowly dawning anger to fury. She stood, turning her fury on the source “you son-of-a-bitch!” He smiled “now daughter HE attacked ME. I was merely defending myself...”

“I DON’T CARE HOW IT HAPPENED!” she screamed at him “YOU SWORE TO ME! YOU PROMISED!”
“What?” the boy moaned, struggling to sit up behind her “what do you..?”

“Oh Cary!” she spun back and threw herself in his weak arms, ignoring the blood while she sobbed “I know I betrayed you and you have no reason to trust me but I did it all for a reason! Our father said you had betrayed us when you disappeared! He said even if you returned he would kill you and ‘make another heir’! I couldn’t let him do it, not to you so I...” She choked off with a sob.

“What?” he moaned again but I realized before she said it, feeling my eyes widen all the way at her selfless sacrifice. She drew back slightly to look him in the eyes and say in a solemn serious voice “I gave him the only thing of value I have if he swore to not only pretend to not know but leave you alone. If he didn’t hurt you in any way he could do what he wanted to me, anything-I didn’t care and I’d pretend to like it, to want his humiliation.”

Her bottom lip trembled and her face broke, tears pouring again “every time you warned the PADD of his actions and he was stopped he wanted more from me and more violent, he did so many bad things to me I was to ashamed to let you touch me.” Her head fell to his chest and her body shook with sobs “when you coped us I thought it would stop, that he would confront you and tell you he knew, but he didn’t” her crying increased “instead he told me if I didn’t lie to you he’d kill my parents!”

The boy was shaking too now, not just in pain and cold from the blood-loss but his own unbridled fury and I had no doubt if he wasn’t so badly injured he would have attacked his father again and this time wouldn’t have stopped until he had killed him. The girl looked up again, locking her eyes to him and facing the full of his fury and pain “when I found out he had you in the dungeons and was going to torture you for the secret of the Pensky power I had enough. I decided to stop him myself and protect you, even if he killed my parents” she glanced at the unemotional man nearby and looked back in his eyes “who they were, both to me and themselves ceased long ago. You and Theral and Neville are my family now and all we need.”

“But I took them from you” he moaned and I looked at mom and Bonnie and together we mouthed ‘we?’ “I know Cary” she reached out to lay a gentle hand against his cheek “but if you hadn’t we would have never been together, I love you.”

“And I’ve loved you since the moment I first saw you six years ago. I should have romanced you and won your heart like a human. Instead I enslaved you parents, convinced you they had been lying all your life and taught you to be my own lust slave-the entire time telling you you were my sister.”

“No Cary” she smiled gently at him “you gave me love and dedication, your very heart and soul as well as your body, you always was truthful with me, even though you didn’t know the truth at the time. You always treated me as your precious sister or beloved wife-even when you thought I had betrayed you-I was never your slave, let alone in lust. You gave me everything I ever wanted when I wanted and never denied me-even when what I wanted was YOU and your body-your lust. As for my parents, they could never have given me all I wanted and needed, I would have grown up feeling like I was being stifled.”

“But I...” she started, only to have her take his head in both hands and lean forward into his full line of sight, blocking everything else out as she said firmly “I forgive you.” The boy trembled visibly, eyes watering very slightly “but I never truly made love to you, I always fucked you. Just once I could have been gentle...”

“No Cary” she repeated softly but firmly “I wanted what you gave me, not some shallow sex. You were always wild and uninhibited with me, always taking control and then loosing it and I was happy because I knew you were giving me the real you without hesitation or pause, I was getting your heart and soul in your actions.” To which he paused thoughtfully “you are right about that. It never occurred to me that way.” She answered this with a reassuring smile.

Something suddenly occurred to me. The lust drug hadn’t forced us all into what we did. It had merely overpowered all control and inhibitions and awakened all lusts and desires so there was no hesitation or thought for the others pleasure. All things that we would normally have suppressed as perverse or selfish became all-consuming. Which left me with a warm feeling, the Arthur in that room was the real Arthur and the real me, I really did love him, it wasn’t some programme or manipulation!

Turning back to the picture I was in time to see the boy tremble again, this time visibly in cold and pain and his already pale grey skin paled more than it already was. Which seemed to remind her of his wounds “oh god Cary!” she tried to examine them but there was too much blood “oh god, we’ve got to get you to Ritchie!”

“No, not Ritchie” blood dribbled down his chin from his mouth “Sooca. Ritchie can’t heal me this bad.”

“Hold on Cary, I’ll figure something out, I’ll get you to the Pensky’s but you’ll have to hold on for me.” When his eyes started to slide closed she swore, standing long enough to shimmy from her ankle-length skirt and start to tear it into strips with two thick ones. “This is going to hurt” she warned as his head rolled, more blood trickling from his mouth “do it.”

She nodded and steeled herself after moving one leg into position. Working one of thick pads under his torn jeans to above the jagged tears. I suddenly realized what she was going to try to do, the thick pads as dressings and strips as bandages. She got the first into position and pushed down hard.

His immediate reaction was to tense completely and snarl at her. To which he immediately apologized painfully. She nodded her acceptance without speaking and grimly bandage the pad down before moving to the next to do the same. This time he gave a high musical note of agony, so pure and innocent all eyes turned to them, even the slaves and servants. And, I noticed for the first time, his mother looked at him, a shallow frown on her face as if it hurt too much to think.

By this time the pain had very nearly drove the teenager unconscious. “Cary wake up” the girl shook him as much as she dared “you have to get up and try to walk so we can leave. I can’t get you to the Pensky’s alone.”

“Can’t be moved,” he moaned weakly “muscles damaged and won’t support my weight, even with my wings for balance. I need to be carried and level so I don’t lose more from my legs, I need Josly, Soocas’ vampire uncle, or one of his followers to carry me.” He forced his eyes open and looked her directly in her green ones “YOU have to go to them and get Sooca and his uncle for me.”

“No!” she denied in horror “I can’t leave you here by yourself so badly injured and at our fathers mercy!”

“He won’t do anything more to me” the teenager glanced at the alien over by one of the computers, looking smug and evilly satisfied “he’s having too much fun watching me bleed to death. To do anything else at this point will spoil that. You will succeed if you hurry.”

“But I’ve never flown before…”

“I’ve trained you since you were eight, Deb, you’re better than me and you know it. Go, hurry.” Reluctantly she stood up, still gripping his bloody hands, slowly backing away until their hands separated, dropping to their sides but suddenly Carmen seized her arm again “wait!”

“What?” she knelt beside him again.

“Take this” he pulled a ring he wore off and put it in her palm, closing her fingers around it “brother gave it to me and Sooca knows I would never remove it unless important.” Looking down at the intricately carved and designed band the girl asked curiously “where did Theral get it?”

“It belonged to his mother. She left it to him after she left him with the ones who raised him. They gave it to him when he turned thirteen. When I turned twelve he gave it to me.”

“After you learned the truth” she nodded, clenching her hand around it “I’ll take good care of it and see he gets it.” Carmen nodded and let her hand go, watching her run to the door, face firm with determination and I had the sudden thought he was going to face his death alone. It was as if he knew his father would kill him and had sent the girl he loved on a fools errand to prevent her being there, from risking herself for him.

I had the sudden realization that he had warned his father to protect his mother but knew it wouldn’t work so he was moving to protect the only other love he had-other than his brother. If he couldn’t save his mother he would save the woman he loved, even if it meant lying to her. For a few long minutes he waited in silence, taken to glaring nastily at his father when he went back to sexually using the naked woman who cried out in joy and excitement under his pistoning hips and erection.