He's His Father's Son - June, 1997
Blood Red Rose, Traevyn, SheerKahn
::she enters her underground residence with Traevyn perched on her hip, hugging him close as she is greeted by the sight of SheerKahn waiting there, his contemptuous grimace leering at her from the stocks::
Aaah... ::sighing lazily:: ...I see my new property has been delivered early.
::crouching, she lowers Traevyn to the floor and ruffles his dark hair ... speaking to the boy, but levelling her cool gaze at the slave, she whispers:: Traevyn, sweeting, would you like to see what Mommy and Daddy do for a living?
::she smiles sweetly, letting her gaze return to the boy::
::Traevyn's eager features simply beam, his eyes dancing with excitement::
::rising to stand, she saunters to SheerKahn's side ... her gloved fingertips trace over the top of the stocks, scratch gingerly at the fur atop his head::
::the slave, his eyes and tone defiant and hate-filled, mutters:: Beware your hand lest you... ::and then, as she grips one of his ears roughly:: ... arrgh ...
::little Traevyn falls to a sitting position and watches, fascinated, as Rose increases the tug on his ear little by little, stretching the skin and pulling at the nerves by gently increasing degrees ... she purrs, velvety soft:: Would you care to repeat that?
::the slave's eyes widen, then squeeze shut, a groan against the back of his teeth trying to get free ... as his ear strains, his eyes snap open and he snaps at her suddenly with his teeth:: You will not bend nor break me, Blood ... I swear it
::dancing away from his snapping teeth, she keeps her firm hold on the ear, his gnashing motion only making the pull stronger::
::Traevyn watches, rapt, clutching his demon doll very tightly::
::with a serene smile, Rose turns to her little son ... SheerKahn swallows thickly in the very back of his throat and lets his head move in her direction::
<sw> Traevyn, sweeting, would you bring Mommy that buggy whip in the corner? The long one? With the skinny end?
::Traevyn looks around, finally spotting the whip:: Awight, mommy. ::stands and turns towards it::
Thank you dearest...
::SheerKahn looks to the child, then the mother:: You will live to see his guts in a pile at your feet
::with one last rough jerk on the ear, Rose begins a predatory circling around the stocks, stopping behind him, inspecting his vulnerable back side::
::Traevyn's tiny legs carry him to the whip in the corner, and he reaches down, grabs it clumsily and runs back to Rose, holding it up proudly:: Here you go, mommy!
::the slave tries to watch her, but can't see her from there, tail lashing nervously::
::crouching, she plants a kiss atop Traevyn's raven locks:: Thank you, dear ... now mind the kitty's tail ... Don't get too near just yet...
Okay. ::Traevyn smiles and walks back to where he was sitting::
::SheerKahn looks at the tyke and thinks of his own son::
::taking the whip, Rose steps back a few paces ... testing the flexibility of the leather, she dangles it, her eyes glowing as she watches her boy and his interested little face:: Traevyn, sweeting... ::lifting the buggy whip and stretching her arm far behind her:: ...would you like me to tame this kitty for you, so that you have a pet to play with?
Yeah! That would be great, mommy!
::SheerKahn tenses, then growls, making a promise to himself that he will rend the child limb from limb::
::with a delicate snap of her wrist, Rose smiles and lowers the whip ... its single leather tendril whistles through the air and wraps itself around the lashing tail, cutting through the fur and circling tightly::
::SheerKahn wriggles in his bonds as she pulls back with a jerk, tugging bits of hair away as she recalls the whip to her:: Erk... no... not enough witch... ::he relaxes and tries to find his chi::
::Traevyn frowns, wondering who the kitty is talking to::
::Rose replies with a sinister giggle:: I won't be rushed.
I will feed him to you one bite at a time, Blood... ::comes the proud snarl of SheerKahn::
::with another snap of her wrist, the leather strip comes down across the kitty's lower back, cutting a thin, stinging stripe through the fur and into the vulnerable flesh beneath::
::SheerKahn emits a low grunt as the scream hits the back of his teeth and is stopped... his breath leaves in a rush:: ...not... not enough...
::Rose licks her lips as the whip returns to her side:: Now Traevyn, I want you to watch the mean kitty man's face... This is a lesson for you... ::grins serenely::
::peering closely, Traevyn looks at SheerKahn's face::
Come close when you look, little one... very close... ::the slave's eyes squint shut, tears at their corners, teeth clenched and muzzle pulled back in a smug grin::
::the corner of Rose's lip curls upward, and she lets fly once more ... the long strip of leather wraps around his neck... with a jerk, she pulls upward, and his head bounds off the top bar of the stocks... she allows the leather to remain tightly wrapped, and emits a low hiss of pleasure::
<sw>You are not to speak to the boy.
::the slave's breath whistling, eyes bulging ... hands clenching and unclenching ... claws sheathing and reappearing::
::Rose jerks again, slamming the back of his head into the wood, then flicks her wrist and loosens the whip... his head drops, his chin comes to rest on the stock below, saliva flows freely from his mouth to the floor and he begins to cough weakly::
::emerald eyes twinkling with delight, Rose purrs:: How does he look Traevyn? Can you see his face?
::the boy smiles:: He wooks hurt.
::Rose smiles with pride, chuckling at his words:: Do you like the way he looks, honey?
::SheerKahn looks up slowly:: You would better have been ... born motherless boy...
<sw>Do not speak to the boy.
::Traevyn nods:: He wooks funny.
::SheerKahn's head drops down once more:: The message was for you, Blood...
::arching, she lashes down across his lower back once again, cutting diagonally against the first stripe, searing through the fur and cutting into his skin with a blast of razor-sharp heat::
::SheerKahn's neck arches, surprise rips his first scream from his lungs with vengeful fingers... he strains at the stocks, trying to get free, and flecks of foam fly from his lips::
::Rose, with a lilting murmur to Traevyn:: He's not being very nice to mommy, is he, sweeting?
::Traevyn replies, in the soft but determined voice of a child:: No... not at all.
::SheerKahn falls back, hanging in the stocks, his lycanthropic ability already stopping the flow of blood::
::lowering the buggy whip and leaning it to rest against the wall, Rose sways around to the front of the stocks, past the furry man and to her son's side::
Why is he being hurt? Was he bad?
::bending over, so that the slave has a clear view of her gleaming black posterior, she ruffles Traevyn's hair:: Yes, dear, he was very bad ... he hurt our friend Llyra.
::the slave grunts amusement, blood trickling down his tail:: I am not the bad one in this room, boy.
::Traevyn glares angrily around Rose at the slave:: Mommy said don't talk to me! ::Rose simply melts with pride at how quickly her son is learning::
::SheerKahn blinks in dull surprise:: The apple falls not far from the tree... remember that when my son is killing yours, Blood.
::Traevyn ignores the slave's voice, and looks back to Rose:: He hurt Llyra. He was weal bad.
::Rose nods slowly:: Yes, he was very bad. And now he won't listen to Mommy - that's really bad.
::the boy nods eagerly:: Uh huh. Weal bad.
::the slave struggles without effort at the stocks::
::lifting her son's chin with a gloved fingertip, she beams at him:: Would you like to teach the kitty-man why he shouldn't be so bad?
::the little child nods quickly:: Yeah! I can be big, too.
Dear Arowric, not the child...::the slave's voice filled with sick revulsion::
::Rose crinkles her nose in delight, and ruffling his hair once more, she takes Traevyn by the hand and lifts him to his feet ... leading him to the wall, she pulls down a recent gift from Muerta, a traditional naval cat'o'nine, long tendrils of jute knotted at intervals to form rough balls among the slender cords ... dangling it to loosen the tails, she hands it over, handle first, to Traevyn:: Go ahead and play with it, dearest... swing it around, get used to the weight...
Wow...
::SheerKahn grimaces and looks to the boy as he takes the long grip by both hands:: The boy's arms are weak, Blood... he shall break them on my back.
::she ignores Kahn and watches her boy:: Go ahead ... take a few swings.
::the slave breathes heavily, trying to summon his healing power, but unable::
::Traevyn swings the whip a few times, nearly falling back... and Rose chuckles softly:: Perhaps we should find something smaller?
It is a wittle heavy, but I can do it.
::Rose nods firmly, barely concealing her pride:: I know you can.
::the slave in the stocks watches the boy with revulsion and pity::
::her eyes glowing with pride, Rose saunters to an end table and picks up a small glass jar:: This, too, is a gift from your Auntie Muerta...
I wike gifts. What is it?
::the slave watches with narrowed eyes::
::unscrewing the lid, Rose dips a gloved finger inside and brings up a gooey green glob:: Bring the whip over here ... now you mustn't touch this with your bare fingers - it will itch terribly...
::the boy walks to Blood, dragging the whip behind him::
Oh dear gods... ::utters Kahn, and his pupils contract in fear::
I won't touch it... ::Traevyn reassures with that childlike determination::
No... ::Kahn swallows past the cotton in his throat::
::lifting the corded ends of the whip, she begins to apply the green gel to the tails, coating them thoroughly with the glowing green goo:: We like Auntie M, don't we Traevyn?
We sure do, Mommy. ::the boy smiles:: What is it, Mommy?
It's a special magic gel, to make him itch when the whip cuts into his skin.
::SheerKahn growns low in his throat, a more animal sound than before::
::grinning, Rose wipes her gloved fingertips on a cotton cloth as she sets the jar down::
::Traevyn holds the whip high, careful not to waste any of the goo on the trip over there, as he makes his way to the bad kitty::
::Rose whispers softly:: Now, step around behind him dear, and mind his tail.
::at her words, Traevyn turns around and walks behind Rose::
Yes... ::from SheerKahn, with a sarcastic hiss:: We wouldn't want to step on my tail and hurt me, would we?
No, no, sweetie, behind the kitty... ::glancing around behind her curiously::
Will he hurt me? ...
::crouching, Rose curls an arm around the boy's shoulders:: He might, but you can hurt him right back. Don't worry darling, you'll be just fine. Now go on...
Yesssss... child... I will hurt you... ::comes the slave's voice::
::but Traevyn only chuckles, his dark heritage bleeding through::
Don't boy... ::from the stocks:: ...stay where you are.
::Traevyn growls at Sheer, and the growl elicits a little hiss of pleasure from Rose::
Hide behind your mother's skirts... ::the slave continues, but Traevyn moves closer, narrowing his eyes instinctively::
My teeth are sharp lad... sharper than your whip...
::the boy's response is a confident retort:: You are mean. Mean people need to be punished.
Go on... ::Rose purrs:: The kitty man can't hurt you... go on behind him...
::Traevyn walks around behind the stocks, where he slips from sight... Rose flexes her gloved fingers with the thrill of anticipation as she watches her darling son... the boy specifically watches the swishing tail as he moves to the other side, near the arch of his back::
Swing the whip behind you... ::Rose coos:: ...and then try to hit his back... ::taking a few steps towards the slave, she extends a gloved hand and tugs at his ear once more::
::Traevyn raises the whip above his head quickly enough to keep himself from getting 'gooed' and comes down harshly, as hard as he can, against the back of the slave... he slowly lets the whip tendrils drip down, leaving trails of green stuff::
::Kahn grunts as the cat o'nine skips across his flesh:: Not hard, lad, whipping and quick... ::catches himself:: What am I saying?
::emerald eyes flash brilliant with excitement, and arousal, as the slave grunts::
Did I do good, Mommy? Can I do it again?
::Rose nods excitedly:: You did very well... Now try it again... and swing with allll your might.
I am weally strong. Watch.
::SheerKahn closes his eyes and tenses, as the mistress tugs playfully at his ear... the fingertips of her other hand gently caressing his neck, reaching down into the neckhole of the stocks to play with the crushed fur::
::Traevyn tosses the whip over his shoulder and jumps forward, following with an even more terrible swing of the whip against Kahn's back ... just as Kahn starts to snap at her hand, it hits him and he howls as the goo seeps into his bloodstream::
::little Traevyn laughs delightedly::
::Rose's eyes widen with excitement as the slave thrashes against the pain and deep itching::
::suddenly Kahn's leg spasms and kicks out, sweeping the child's feet from under him... Traevyn falls on his rump, dropping the whip behind him... Rose makes no move, believing that the time for the child to start learning self-reliance may be now... however, holding his head as firmly as she can, she releases his ear and backhands Kahn with a maternal vengeance::
::Traevyn looks at the slave sourly, and as Kahn lifts his head and howls against the blow, the boy begins to stand, trembling::
::with a low snarl, her lips still curved in a grin, Rose hisses:: You will never hurt my son ... He's made of sterner stuff than that.
Never! I will eat you both! Your blood will feed my blood...
::Traevyn kicks Kahn in the shin, and Rose assures him with a nod and a knowing smile:: You are a very strong little boy, aren't you?
::Kahn grimaces and lifts a foot, aiming at the youth's chest, but Rose backhands him once more, and he stumbles against the restraints, grunting in pain::
I am stwonger than you, kitty. ::Traevyn kicks him again, then steps back::
That's right, dear... ::Rose smiles placidly:: ...you are much stronger.
::Kahn lifts his weary head, blood and drool draining from his shattered mouth, and spits his own blood onto her chest::
::she pauses for a moment, her eyes twinkling with merriment:: I have another idea, Traevyn - why don't we show kitty-man what Ernie can do?
Yeah! ::the boy runs to his room, wondering where he put Ernie::
::while he is gone, Rose lifts her hand casually and wipes the smear of blood and spittle away, raising her fingertips to her lips and grimacing at the scent... then wipes the blood into the fur at the top of Kahn's head, a head that hangs limp as the slave tries to conserve his strength::
::meanwhile, Traevyn spots the little box sitting inthe corner and grabs it, then runs back to the center of the main room ... he flips the top open and reaches in, grabbing Ernie and removing the fire salamander from his home::
<sw> So how does your back feel now, slave? ::lowering her eyes, Rose gazes into his wilted features::
Dandy...
::with a low, throaty laugh, she cups Kahn's chin in her hand ... he raises slowly, pain etching his face... she scratches at his ears with her free hand, in an almost soothing gesture::
::Traevyn's little voice chimes up:: Ewnie makes fire. Fire can't hurt me, but it can hurt the kitty ... because I am stwonger than the kitty.
::Rose's cool gaze still levelled at Kahn:: Yes you are, darling.
::the slave's look glazes somewhat:: Fire...? ::asudden, hot terror in his eyes:: No... NO... NOOOOO...
::Rose grins mysteriously but refuses to respond to Kahn::
::Traevyn, however, answers him eagerly:: Yep! ::he smiles:: Fire!
Not fire! No!!!
::Rose just sighs happily at the sound of his screams::
Leave me alone! Not fire!
Does the slave not wike fire, Mommy?
Dear gods! ::Kahn begins thrashing at the stocks like a caged animal::
::Rose chuckles softly:: I guess not, darling...
::there is a crack as the slave's thrashing breaks his own wrist... blood leaks from his torn wrist, and his hands begin to distend horrifically and slowly squeeze through the hole, bones snapping as they do so:: NOT FIRE... ::one hand, a sorry wreck, slips completely free of the bonds::
::Traevyn reaches up high and places his pet onto Kahn's back, safely away from the trails of goo... Rose watches in amusement for a moment, then, backhanding Kahn once more, she reaches for the loosened hand, gripping the mangled wrist firmly::
::Kahn keens back in his throat like a snared rabbit, eyes rolling in his head as Rose continues crunching down hard on the broken bone and torn muscles::
::Ernie, the fire salamander, remains on Kahn's back throughout the commotion::
Dear gods, please not fire... anything... not fire...
::Rose closes her slender fingers tighter around the mangled wrist:: It's time for you to be silent, kitten.
::Kahn emits a harsh whistle through his mangled throat, ending in a gurgling rasp::
Go ahead, Ewnie... burn Kitty.
Burn kitty for being bad.
Burn kitty for trying to hurt me.
Burn kitty for trying to hurt Mommy or her fwiends.
::the boy chuckles with delight as the salamander bites down into Kahn's fur-coated flesh, engulfing itself with flames::
::as the flame emanates from the salamander, fire flares on Kahn's back, the fur catching quickly and well, and he screams in agony from the pain and the terror as the flames race down his back and onto his tail::
::tugging Kahn's hand, Rose shoves it back through the opening in the stocks, with no regard for the crunching of the wrist... slipping a silver chain from her belt, she quickly lashes it around the wrist, securing it once more inside the stocks, then swivels to the side and inspects the burning fur... the boy, meanwhile, just laughs::
::the scream soon totally rips Kahn's shattered throat until only air escapes soundlessly... the fire creeps around and begins to burn at his crotch and chest... the acrid stench of the fire licks at the cool cavern air::
::the little boy squenches his nose:: Kitty stinks.
::Rose chuckles indulgently:: Yes, he does. Now, Traevyn... ::with the matter-of-fact sigh of a mild scold:: Perhaps we should put him out now. Don't want to damage him too badly just yet.
::eyes wide and tongue extended, the muscles in Kahn's neck near breaking::
Stop, Ewnie. ::Traevyn commands, then frowns when Ernie doesn't stop:: Stop, Ewnie!
::the wisps of flame reach Kahn's feet, then his eyes::
::Traevyn runs up and grabs Ernie, the flames ending almost as soon as he does::
::quirking an eyebrow, Rose lowers her gloved hand through the flame, patting gently and putting it out in spots... the flame curls around her gloved hand and forms an eerie green glow as the fire is extinguished gradually... the skin beneath is red and patched:: Traevyn, honey, run and grab that cloth on the table for Mommy...
::a gasping breath rattles from Kahn's lungs::
::Traevyn runs and grabs the cloth, then stumbles as he turns and runs back::
Hurry, hon ... ::a little hint of concern in Rose's voice... carefully watching Kahn, she takes the cloth and tosses it in her free hand, looking for a spot that is not covered with goo:: Okay, now, darling, see if you can find that other jar, the one that Mommy keeps by her bed.
::Kahn is not moving at all, and barely breathing... Traevyn rushes into Rose's bedchambers, looking around frantically ... he spots the jar and grabs it, then runs back and hands it to Rose, almost dropping it::
::dabbing gingerly at the blistered skin, she examines Kahn's still form carefully, warily... it appears that his healing power is dramatically slowed, but working nonetheless... dropping the cloth over the edge of the stocks, she takes the other jar from Traevyn's tiny hands ... she unscrews the lid, eyes still curiously focused on the still figure::
::Kahn moves finally, his claws twitching spasmodically::
::Rose dips her fingers in and begins to dab the ointment over his wounds, waiting to see if the cool salve will work this time... as she watches, the skin begins to heal itself, and the fur starts to grow back in patches... quirking a sculpted brow, she works diligently, applying the salve to the rest of his blisters:: Hmm, Traevyn, darling - this is another lesson to be learned.
::Kahn's singed ears reform, and bones begin popping in his hands as they heal themselves ... once more, his eyes open slowly ... softly, he begins to cry::
We pwayed with kitty too hard, huh?
::Rose nods softly in reply to the boy:: Much too hard ... he's much weaker than I thought. ::Traevyn nods quickly:: Your Daddy would be so upset with me if I killed another one. It's bad for business, you know - but you'll learn about that some day.
::Kahn hangs there in agony, knowing in his heart that he will re-heal each time they bring him to this point ... his eyes close to the vision of fire::
::cooing gently, Rose leans close to Kahn's singed face ... gingerly, she places a soft kiss on his forehead, then dances back, still wary::
::grinning suddenly, he lifts sharply to headbutt her jaw, then grimaces at missing:: Never underestimate me, Blood. I will have your meat in my teeth yet.
Oh, dear... ::Rose coos teasingly:: ...perhaps we should have let him die here. But the stench would be horrible, wouldn't it darling? ::winking to her little boy::
Yep. More stinky than burned kitty.
Kiss me again, Blood. ::rasps Kahn:: I long to feel your whore's lips on my own...
::a low, sinister laugh rumbles delicately from her throat:: I have no doubt that you do. ::she lets out a happy sigh::
You thought you had broken me? ::Kahn sighs:: One night to break ME?
You know, Kahn... ::casually sauntering away from him, she sets the jar on the table:: Perhaps you're just the slave I've been looking for. Someone who can provide me with endless hours of entertainment.
::she turns and poises herself, her eyes levelled at his, a cool grin masking her features... she slides gloves hands over the gentle curve of her thighs, and Kahn watches in spite of himself ... then turns his head away::
You see, most of my slaves don't fight for long ... most find that they are quite happy with their slavery, and then things go much easier for them ... but that's not so much fun for me.
::Kahn turns back slowly:: Happy with this? They are settling ... Blood ... settling for the only piece of tail they have hope to claim.
::lifting her arms languidly above her head, she she writhes in a gentle serpentine, a lazy sort of ecstasy building inside her:: Aaah... ::purring silken-soft:: ...but this... ::waves dismissively:: ...this all ends when you break... when you submit to my will, life will be nothing but endless days and nights of pleasure...
::Kahn grins slowly:: Rutting in the foul embrace of one such as you is a hard labor, no pleasure at all...
::grinning serenely, she waits for the words to finish tumbling out of his lips, lets him exhaust himself with his mutterings, the mutterings she has heard so many times before... waving Traevyn to her side, she turns her gaze from the slave::
I ripped Silver's breast off ... you know ... had it mounted... Yours will merely require a bigger plaque.
::Traevyn slowly moves to stand beside Rose... crouching before the little boy, she chucks his chin playfully:: Is Ernie safe back in his box?
::he holds up Ernie in the open palm of his hand:: He is right here.
All right then... go and put him back in his box.
Awight, Mommy. ::the boy smiles and wanders back to Ernie's box, gently places him inside of it and closes the lid::
::Kahn watches every movement of the boy::
::Rose mutters softly:: We'll just leave the kitty here to lull himself to sleep with his own mad ravings.
::feline eyes watch her, saying nothing, but smiling softly, teeth white in his black face::
::reaching for Kahn once more, she admires the teeth, and extends a gloved fingertip ever so gingerly, tracing the outline of his mouth. Kahn doesn't move, not a whisker stirs::
::as she draws away, his eyes are still on her ... he licks his lips where she just touched, then spits::
::she shrugs carelessly:: Suit yourself.
You shall not have victory at such a cheap price, Blood. I value your pleasure lower than my own pain.
::waving dismissively, she turns to look for Traevyn... he smiles up at his mother and, crouching down, she scoops him up in her arms and settles his little form on her hip::
That was fun, Mommy.
::Rose beams with pride at his words:: Want to go visit Auntie Muerta now? Remember, we promised to go see her son Nik tonight?
Yeah. I have never seen anybody as old as me before.
And shan't again... ::comes Kahn's soft growl::
::she curls Traevyn close to her, hugging him firmly:: Well then, let's go
::passing a sharp glance to the kitty, she swings by just close enough to give him another swat on the jaw as she heads towards the heavy doors that lead out of the cavern and up into the night::
::Kahn watches them go, his arms aching for the son he has never held::
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