Corruption of the Innocent
Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2018 4:37 pm
Dominus woke up in his bed chambers, two women were laying next to him, both naked and both sporting some fresh welts and redness.
"Wake up." Dominus said as he used a slight electro shock finger to wake Kirby up. "Find out how far Jack has progressed with the clones. If he is too far behind... take one of the woman's fingers."
"Since when do you send me to do that? I thought you enjoyed doing that yourself?" Kirby raised an eyebrow as she looked around for her clothes but found the remnants in the fireplace. "Did you really burn my clothes?"
"They're my clothes and I choose if you wear them or not." Dominus said in a low, yet firm tone of voice. "And if they are attempting anything... other than what I commanded them to do, you and Riddick are to take care of it."
"As you wish Lord Dominus." Kirby said in a defeated voice, she was long past trying to stand up to him. It was better to just let him do what he wanted, tell him what he wanted to hear and attempt to carry it out. Although she hated when he got in these moods and she was left without anything to wear. At least until she was able to scrounge something up, but she also knew that he knew that when she was naked in the corridors, she usually was molested in some way. And he wanted to keep breaking her down.
"That is what I wish." Dominus said and moved the passed out brunette at his side to under his feet and propped his legs up on her back. He nudged her ribs to see if she was still alive, last thing he needed was another dead whore crapping her last in his bed again. He smiled when she moaned slightly and was still out cold.
Kirby nodded her head and exited his room, almost immediately the other 'Dingos' as she called them started to cat call and paw at her. Dominus chuckled as he reached for his padd and checked to see if his people had reported any movement on the Alliance, it was only a matter of time before they attempted to rescue Jack. Especially his wife. He glanced at the brunette, her face was a bruised, battered mess. He wondered if Jack would be quick to react to seeing 'his' Kinsey dead at his feet or if he would somehow know which was which. It was something he always wanted to test with Jackson. The entire station was lined with psiblocking technology boosted from this reality's version of himself. Not that Dominus had not already enjoyed himself with the Kinseys of a few different realities. Lavender eyes coated in resin floated in a lava lamp type jar light in a corner. He had a pair of gloves made out of the tanned hide of a Kinsey. Even had a couple of blade handles and phaser grips made from the bones. There was one Kinsey he had passed around to his men, came back to him missing most of its skin, an eye, an ear, all of its teeth and minus a few fingers. He wasn't sure what they had done to her in the span of 24 hours but it was clear they had some serious grudges against the 'former Empress'.
Dominus wanted to see just how far Jack would go... if he would turn just as hard and cruel as his 'hated' counterpart. Even if he managed to get free, would he be the same man? Would those that professed to love and care about him, still feel that way? That was the only reason he kept Kirby around, debased her when he could. Gave her a measure of freedom, but she was still very much a prisoner and one of his favorite killers. Originally he wanted to send her back to stir the pot, but Marcus was killed and her son seemed to be doing quite well for himself. So he kept her. Always with the understanding that he would kill her at any moment that he felt she no longer served a purpose. Which was why every Thursday she presented herself to him, cleaned, made up, eager to please. No matter how rough he would get, she would show how much she enjoyed it. He even suspected she began to enjoy it herself. Now and again she'd make it a threesome. After all, she could go far longer than he could and he enjoyed watching her. Perhaps he and his counterpart were not so different, they both had a 'thing' for smart blonde girls. And a seeming disregard for brunettes... he shifted his weight and crossed his legs, still using the 'Kinsey' from another reality as a foot rest. He glanced at the hash marks he had made on her skin. It was already the third day without feeding her, wouldn't be too much longer now at this point. Glancing at the time on his padd, he figured that would put things in just the right timeline if he presented this one as 'his' Kinsey...
"Wake up." Dominus said as he used a slight electro shock finger to wake Kirby up. "Find out how far Jack has progressed with the clones. If he is too far behind... take one of the woman's fingers."
"Since when do you send me to do that? I thought you enjoyed doing that yourself?" Kirby raised an eyebrow as she looked around for her clothes but found the remnants in the fireplace. "Did you really burn my clothes?"
"They're my clothes and I choose if you wear them or not." Dominus said in a low, yet firm tone of voice. "And if they are attempting anything... other than what I commanded them to do, you and Riddick are to take care of it."
"As you wish Lord Dominus." Kirby said in a defeated voice, she was long past trying to stand up to him. It was better to just let him do what he wanted, tell him what he wanted to hear and attempt to carry it out. Although she hated when he got in these moods and she was left without anything to wear. At least until she was able to scrounge something up, but she also knew that he knew that when she was naked in the corridors, she usually was molested in some way. And he wanted to keep breaking her down.
"That is what I wish." Dominus said and moved the passed out brunette at his side to under his feet and propped his legs up on her back. He nudged her ribs to see if she was still alive, last thing he needed was another dead whore crapping her last in his bed again. He smiled when she moaned slightly and was still out cold.
Kirby nodded her head and exited his room, almost immediately the other 'Dingos' as she called them started to cat call and paw at her. Dominus chuckled as he reached for his padd and checked to see if his people had reported any movement on the Alliance, it was only a matter of time before they attempted to rescue Jack. Especially his wife. He glanced at the brunette, her face was a bruised, battered mess. He wondered if Jack would be quick to react to seeing 'his' Kinsey dead at his feet or if he would somehow know which was which. It was something he always wanted to test with Jackson. The entire station was lined with psiblocking technology boosted from this reality's version of himself. Not that Dominus had not already enjoyed himself with the Kinseys of a few different realities. Lavender eyes coated in resin floated in a lava lamp type jar light in a corner. He had a pair of gloves made out of the tanned hide of a Kinsey. Even had a couple of blade handles and phaser grips made from the bones. There was one Kinsey he had passed around to his men, came back to him missing most of its skin, an eye, an ear, all of its teeth and minus a few fingers. He wasn't sure what they had done to her in the span of 24 hours but it was clear they had some serious grudges against the 'former Empress'.
Dominus wanted to see just how far Jack would go... if he would turn just as hard and cruel as his 'hated' counterpart. Even if he managed to get free, would he be the same man? Would those that professed to love and care about him, still feel that way? That was the only reason he kept Kirby around, debased her when he could. Gave her a measure of freedom, but she was still very much a prisoner and one of his favorite killers. Originally he wanted to send her back to stir the pot, but Marcus was killed and her son seemed to be doing quite well for himself. So he kept her. Always with the understanding that he would kill her at any moment that he felt she no longer served a purpose. Which was why every Thursday she presented herself to him, cleaned, made up, eager to please. No matter how rough he would get, she would show how much she enjoyed it. He even suspected she began to enjoy it herself. Now and again she'd make it a threesome. After all, she could go far longer than he could and he enjoyed watching her. Perhaps he and his counterpart were not so different, they both had a 'thing' for smart blonde girls. And a seeming disregard for brunettes... he shifted his weight and crossed his legs, still using the 'Kinsey' from another reality as a foot rest. He glanced at the hash marks he had made on her skin. It was already the third day without feeding her, wouldn't be too much longer now at this point. Glancing at the time on his padd, he figured that would put things in just the right timeline if he presented this one as 'his' Kinsey...