(This series is a collaboration with my good friend Sanchez. His ideas, I ran with it. We will see how it evolves. He has a sound concept, and characters, I'm primarily piecing it all together and seeing how it plays out. We hope you enjoy our efforts.)
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MIDNIGHT Episode 027: DAYBREAK
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Sleeping like a baby the Master woke up to his internal alarm clock. Peering at the ceiling first to revive at the level of complete awareness, Nick sat up on the mattress and uncovered himself. Daylight bright and sunny he crawled out of bed and stepped to his accordion wall of glass doors to look out on his slave Midnight Amador. Chained last night to a tree and left there to rethink her fantasy world, hopefully purging her of her rapist three years ago. The odd attachment bothered Nick, especially if his suspicion that her rapist might have been his best buddy, Marcus Jericho.
He truly hoped he was wrong, but knowing Jericho's penchant for young women, especially in third world countries where laws were less strict it worried him. What would be the odds of Nick discovering the leftover scars of his best friend in the military? Coincidence if true, but still it would be fucked up. In this world of dominion, technically Nick knew he was no better if it were reality. While Midnight was well receptive of her new life environment riding piggyback on what Jericho might have started gave Nick a sour taste. Too late now... Midnight was his.
Opening the door for a refreshing breeze off of the Atlantic he studied Midnight in the distance, curled up on her knees he winced against the sunrise. "Did she wrap herself up in the chain?" It sure looked like it. Links glistened in the sunshine all around her body, legs, arms. She confined herself appropriately as if he had done it himself. "Can't go wrong with that much loyalty. Dammit Jericho... I hope the fuck I'm wrong about you. If not..." He hissed at the possibility of conflict later on down the line. Both of them were well versed in not just combat but killing. Black Ops does that to a soldier. Mercenary hindsight! Alpha versus Alpha! "Worry about that when the time comes."
Belly growling, he considered leftover spaghetti, but eggs sounded better. Going into the kitchen he scrambled enough eggs to share with Midnight. Breakfast in bed would be key to a new day. Key? "I hope I can find that key I tossed into the sand. Might need channel locks to cut that chain off of her." Toast popping up he took Midnight's food dish and tore the bread into small chunks. Scraping eggs over it he added milk to soften the toast. Leering at the garage door he stepped out and tore open the big bag of dogfood he had purchased. Only gathering five kernels he returned to the kitchen and added them to her food. Milk sopping into those as well completed her meal.
Prepared to carry it out to the beach he froze at the dinner table. "Should I?" He questioned himself over something in his arsenal that had yet to be tested outside of his friend's pharmaceutical development lab, namely a group of storage units. "Eugene swears it works without harmful effects." Carrying the food bowl he ventured back into his bedroom, resting it on the mattress. Beneath his bed in multiple cases were many treasured items ranging from torture devices to toys of every dimension. One such case however contained the chemical kind. Everything from knockout drugs to truth serum. One in particular lured him to the label. "X-ap347!" He smirked, "Sex appeal. Twisted man Dr. Holley." Yes, he was.
Knowing Eugene since childhood in New York they grew apart after Nick joined the Marines. Coming home for his mother's funeral Nick found his old buddy paying respects. Rekindled friendships led to discussions over Big Pharm and what he knew was in development. Taking an already existing sample Eugene made his own batches with what he knew would add to its appetite. Nick had one such sample yet to be tried.
However, he knew it worked for Eugene, the evil genius abusing it in clubs to seek out pleasure. Got him everything he could ever want. The nerd was a sex God. Millions made on the black market, shared after Nick's financial backing as a silent partner. Illegal? Sure! Nick never claimed to be a saint. No better than Jericho in the end Nick took the vial and trickled two droplets into Midnight's bowl. Mixing it sloppily, he put the vial away and latched the combination locked case.
"Test run. I'll monitor her today with my cell ap. Cameras here are linked to it. I should have checked in on her yesterday with it, but things got too crazy. I'll make a better effort now in case she finds herself allergic to it. I'm going to trust you, Eugene." He stood up and shot a glance at the skull on his dresser.
"Omen?" He winced. "Wanna look out for her today?" Nodding he plucked up the skull and carried it outside with him. Shuffling nude across the sand Nick reached Midnight in her slumber. So beautiful even in chains. Without disturbing her Nick placed her food dish two feet from Sleeping Beauty. Counting steps from the tree trunk she was chained to in order to predict the chain's length he sat Ollie the skull facing her in the sand.
Going back into the beach house he returned with one last item. A fresh single headed dildo eight inches in length and nearly a pop can in girth is sat right next to the skull. With Midnight still sleeping it gave him time to search for the key he tossed. Knowing proximity of his moonlit castaway he found it fifty feet away. Bringing it back he placed it beneath Ollie for safe keeping. It would be interesting to see if she found it and unlocked herself. His gut said not a chance.
"Time to wake up Chain link Barbie." He stepped over to her and started to nudge her but hesitated. Eying the gold buttplug he smirked. "Befitting!" Poising his early morning erection Nick Sanchez added gold to the MINE! Urinating on Midnight's face the warm fluid woke her up. Even risking getting pink eye she did not flinch at his stream. Lowering it to her mouth where the plug was, he cascaded it with gold on gold. "Morning sunshine. Cuddling with the log chain I see. Untangle yourself and eat your breakfast." His piss ending, she sat up and removed her restraints for mobility. "Hands and knees until you're done eating."
Hovering over the bowl Midnight removed her plug and reached behind her to put it back into her asshole. Once snug she buried her face into her bowl and fought the mess to eat every tiny morsel, dog food and all. Licking her lips, she peered up at Nick as if seeking praise. Instead, he picked up the dish and walked back to the house to fill it with water. Stopping long enough to grab the suntan lotion she used yesterday he walked back out to her side. Bowl on the sand he tossed the lotion bottle next to it.
"You can walk about but that chain and collar stays on you. Sunbathe properly all day long. I want you dark outside of the tan line left by that collar and the ring the buttplug leaves on your ass. Ollie, there will keep you company. Use the toy to kill time. I expect you to crave sex every second of every day. Is that understood?"
"Yes Kami."
"I am the ONLY fantasy you relive. If I ever doubt you... you're dead to me." She immediately glanced at Ollie. A past slave? She rather liked her skin. His skin! Even that belonged to Kami. "I need to shower and get dressed. Plenty to get done at the Shoals. I'll tell Bearpaw you miss her." Said as if to goad her, Nick walked away. She would not see him any further until nightfall.
"Have a good day, Kami."
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Squawking alarm clocks be damned. Sheriff Dolan Roster was so worn out over the long workdays he could barely reach out to shut off his alarm. Eyes still sealed he groggily rolled to his right swatting his hand about and realized he had company in bed next to him. Blinds shut over his windows it was still dark in the bedroom. One thing for certain, he knew it wasn't Caprice or the beautiful Dr. Freak. In his vivid roll his body landed right on top of his bunkmate. Dick mighty due to a need to piss his penis located itself into uncharted territory, concerning him at least.
"What the fuck?" Beside him laying on her tummy was his daughter Alexis butt ass naked just like Big Daddy. He really needed to wear pajamas. In his tumultuous roll to hit the alarm his dick slid ride down between her thigh gap as if dead on target. Tired of his wailing alarm he lingered there just long enough to sledgehammer the button on the clock. Snooze does not mean you lose. Under his weight Alexis abruptly woke up and yelped. "Serves you right sneaking up on me. Why the hell are you in my bed instead of your own?"
"I had a really bad dream."
"That I whipped your ass bloody?"
