Darker Angels

Tazzy: I really do like Alessandro so he'll probably be in more chapters. By all means, check away. I'm happy that you're enjoying it so much.



Miss Murder: *gets male nurse to resurrect you* Glad you liked the scene between Tres and Takara. Sorry, darling, I'm still figuring out how I'm going to work this. Thanks for the compliments though.



DarkCrusnikMagician: Ritual coming up soon, just have to tie up a few loose ends first. Hehehee. I'm trying to keep Tres' personality believeable, after all, part of his brain IS still human so there has to be traces of emotion, memory and personality still rolling around in there somewhere.



To everyone still reading and reviewing, thank you and I hope you enjoy.



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Tres and Takara’s little tryst was suddenly interrupted by someone knocking on the door of the small cubicle they were in.



“Bloody hell!” Takara swore. Unwinding her legs from around Tres’ waist. “We’ll finish this later.”



“Doubtlessly,” he said, turning slightly to redo the straps of his shirt and glancing up to see the people who had been doing the scene applauding. “Somehow, I don’t think that’s one way glass, Princess,” he said dryly.



She laughed. “Obviously not. Come in,” she called to whoever was knocking.



The door opened to reveal Ann, who had her head bowed and her hands in front of her. “I’m terribly sorry for the intrusion, Mistress.”



“It’s okay, Ann. What is it?”



“There has been a . . . problem downstairs and I was sent to request your presence.”



Takara groaned. “Gods, what did they do this time?” she asked, mentally cataloging all the previous horrors that had happened with Hunter in similar situations in the past.



“It’s neither of the gentlemen you came with, Mistress. Two young ones were discovered trying to sneak upstairs. They obviously know the members of your party that were downstairs and my Master wished for you to be brought to them just in case they were yours.”



“Thank you. Lead the way,” she said, reaching behind her to grab Tres, which turned out to be unnecessary as he had made to follow her in good submissive form anyway.



They walked through the maze of private sections of the club to where the administrative offices obviously were. Ann opened the door for them and quietly took her leave. The room was huge and decorated as one might have expected a headmaster’s office of old would have been. Hunter and Leon were standing behind two very abashed looking teenagers, namely Ion and Esther. Takara had to restrain the urge to strangle them both on the spot.



“I take it by your expression that you know these two, Mistress,” a smooth baritone said from the shadows. The man who stepped into the light did not match the voice. He was short and balding, obviously Terran by the feel of him, but there was a presence of command about him. “My name is Ethan, Mistress. I keep watch over this club for my Master.”



“I do. Though they are not my property, I can safely say that their owners would be appalled by their behavior. I can contact them if you’d like but I think I can safely say that they need to be punished for this infraction.”



“Indeed, Mistress.”



“Is there a standardized punishment for this? I’m certain it’s happened before.”



“It has and there is, Mistress. Public flogging or paddling. I will leave the choice to you, Mistress, as you better know what their owners would allow.”



Esther started to protest but Hunter clamped one hand over her mouth to silence her.



“Flogging for the boy and I think, since she’s being a brat, that paddling would be the most effective for this one.”



Ethan nodded. “As you wish, Mistress,” he said, grasping the leashes attached to the restraining collars both Esther and Ion had been put into. Esther immediately began to struggle and Takara walked over to her and grasped her by the hair.



“Go on ahead. I want to have a talk with this one,” she said, yanking Esther’s head back to emphasize the point.



“As you wish, Mistress,” he said, taking Ion out, followed by Leon and Hunter, who shot Takara a concerned glance over his shoulder.



//It’s okay, Hunt. I won’t kill her. Yet.//



//Make sure no “real” harm gets done, only the perception of it if you know what I mean.//



//Gotcha.//



//And make sure Leon is aware that neither of them are being hurt. Though I think it would be a good idea for “them” to think they’re being hurt just on general principal until we get out of here.//



//I can swing that. How do we convey this to Tres?//



//I’m aware of it already.//



Takara turned to look at him oddly. //How?//



//Modification of frequency receptors.// he said, as though that explained everything.



//Whatever you say, Tres.//



Takara waited until everyone had filtered out of the room before jerking hard on Esther’s hair again. “I swear to the gods if you blow this mission, you silly little bitch, I’ll kill you. And don’t think for one second your place in the Vatican will stop me,” Takara hissed into her ear.



“Let me go!”



“Not happening. If you’re expecting Tres or Leon to stop this you’d better think again. They at least know the meaning of completing a mission discreetly.”



Esther screamed and struggled the whole way downstairs, fighting Takara’s hold on her hair. When they all arrived downstairs Ethan said something lowly to one of the slaves on the stage and handed Ion’s leash to him.



“Mistress, whom do you want punished first?”



“The boy,” Takara said, sounding bored. “If nothing else, the anticipation of what’s coming to her might settle this one down a little.”



By this point Esther was struggling in earnest and screaming. “No! You can’t do this to me!”



“Watch me,” Takara said maliciously.



“Would you like to do the honors, Mistress?” Ethan asked, offering her the end of the flogger as Ion was strapped onto one of the suspension devices on the stage.



“No. Thank you. I’m too angry with both of the right now and I might “really” hurt them.”



“Understood,” he said, taking the flogger over to one of the hooded individuals just off to one side of the stage. He turned and signaled the sound booth and the music stopped. “Good Masters, Mistresses and slaves, if you would, direct your attention to the stage. Two trespassers have been discovered in the club and punishment is set for one flogging and one paddling respectively.”



There were hoots and catcalls from the audience as the hooded figure stepped behind Ion to deliver his punishment.



//Hunt?//



//I got him, Taka. Relax.//



Takara pushed Esther to her knees and kept her head pointed in the direction of where Ion was tied down. “You will watch this, you silly little bitch. Since I’m fairly certain you talked him into coming here this is your fault.”



“I hate you!”



“And I think you’re an idiotic child not worthy of the time and effort most put into you,” Takara said coldly.



The crowd counted off the strikes with malicious glee and Esther flinched every time the flogger came down onto Ion’s skin. Much as she hated to admit it, this “was” her fault. If she hadn’t talked Ion into coming here this would have never happened. She only began to fear for herself when they released him from the restraints and he dropped to the floor like a rock. She started to struggle then scream in earnest when two of the hooded men came forward to grasp her by the arms and drag her to the paddling bench. She was pushed facedown over the bench, her wrists restrained with heavy leather straps and her ass sticking up in the air facing the crowd.



//Do you think this is absolutely necessary, Princess?// Tres mentally asked.



//Yes. She isn’t really being hurt. Though I would imagine the humiliation is worse than an actual beating would be.//



One of the hooded figures yanked Esther’s skirt up to her waist and immediately the call of “Granny panties!” came from the crowd. The chant continued until the first swat was delivered, then as they had done before, the crowd counted off the blows. When it was finished and she was released from the straps, Esther’s face was as red as her hair. One of the hooded men grabbed first hers then Ion’s leash and brought them over to Takara.



“Hunter, Leon, take them back to the house. We’ll be there shortly,” she said, handing the ends to Hunter, who walked them “through” the crowd for added effect.