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by: Spacebabie

Email: LadyAndromeda@smstars.zzn.com

Pain

Grinning Thailog approached his former mate. Houston did a good job binding her. Those shackles were no ordinary metal. They used the strongest they could find. Her arms and wrists were bound by her sides while her legs were spread apart. Two bindings secured her tail and another held her neck. Still this was Demona and she thrust and shook using every muscle in her body, only succeeding in making the table shake and nearly jump.

"She’s feisty," Houston said.

"We’ll be able to break that spirit," Thailog smiled and approached her. She was still as lovely as he remembered her and when he stroked her cheek she felt the same too. Her leathery skin

was soft. "Do you know what I want?" Demona answered with a snarl. "Not quite my dear, but close." He lowered his head to her and pressed his lips against hers. A tingle of warmth rippled

Thailog’s eyes glowed a burning red as he pulled back.

"Guess your not much of a kisser," Houston quipped. Thailog said nothing and wiped the blood of his mouth. He looked at his prisoner. Her face was expressionless but she had a gleam of triumph in her eyes. The clone punched her right under her right eye.

"Houston bring me Malibu," Thailog ordered. "And be quick." The human left the room. "One thing that has always puzzled about you is why do you wear that tiara? Are you ashamed of whats behind it?" He rubbed his hand through her hair. "Does it make you feel like a princess?" He grabbed her head jewelry and pulled it off. "Now that’s better." He stroked her brow ridge.

"Were here," Houston entered the room with Malibu.

"Good," Thailog grinned. "Come here Houston." He dropped the tiara and grabbed her chest cloth. With quick snap of the wrist he ripped it off. "Here." He handed the cloth to the human. Demona started to thrash again but Thailog ignored her and tore of her loin cloth.

"Beautiful," Houston commented. He rubbed the cloth against his face and breathed deep. The aroma of leather and perfume mixed with the robust natraul scent of woman.

Thailog removed his loin cloth and climbed on top of Demona.

"I’m going to give you a treat," The black gargoyle smiled and shoved his shaft into her mouth.

"Care for some breast meat Houston?"

"I be honored," The human dropped the torn rags and positioned himself by her right breast.

"Malibu lick her private area and chew on her fleshy folds." The clone walked to the end of the

table. Not to sure what to do he stuck out his tongue and licked her like he would do an ice cream cone.

"Good boy Malibu," Houston smiled and returned his gaze to Demona’s breasts. He caressed her soft blue breast. Holding it with his right hand used his left index figure to trace her aureoles before rubbing the tender round nipple. Like a leech he latched onto the nipple with his teeth and sucked.

"What the fuck?" He jumped up a few seconds later. White liquid was trickling out.

"What is it?" Thailog asked.

"Her breast is leaking. I think she must of had a baby recently."

"I knew your breasts were larger." Thailog grabbed Demona’s hair and pulled. "Suck harder my dear I’m barely cumming."

"Got gargoyle?" Houston licked his mouth before placing her nipple back in his mouth.

Demona could barley breath. She wanted to bit down but he had shoved his rod down her throat so far that she nearly gag. What was worse is the fact that one of the clones is eating her out, but the worst feeling was the fact that a human a pathetic human was drinking her milk that was reserved for her son. Her eyes closed in pain whenever Malibu’s sharp beak clamped on her tender folds.

A moment of payback came when she felt the human brush against her hand. Her talons were not restrained. She lifted her fingers as high as she can and slashed down.

"Ouch!" Jeremy jumped back. The outburst caused Malibu to stop.

"What happened?" Thailog asked.

"She scratched me."

"She did? I guess we have to punish her." Thailog closed his eyes and urinated down her throat forcing her to swallow it down. As soon as he was done he removed himself and climbed off of her. "You make a good toilet. That’s what I will call you, and you will call me master." Demona spat in his face. "You insist on being difficult." He punched her in the face repeatedly.

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Matt roared and punched part of the castle wall. His knuckles bled as soon as he pulled his fist from the wall.

"Detective I understand your frustration," Owen said. "but I advise you to please not destroy the castle."

"Sorry," Matt replied while cradling his wounded hand. "I just want to know where she is." Owen left the room and returned with medical supplies. He was bandaging Matt’s hand when Goliath approached.

"We will resume our search tomorrow," The clan leader said. "You should get some rest as well."

"Can’t," Matt said. "Three reasons, I have to tend to my son, second I have to work, and third I can’t rest until I know my mate is safe."

"Don’t push yourself too hard."

"Don’t worry about me."

"Your part of the clan. I worry about all the members." Goliath left. Matt grunted a thanks when Owen had finished.

"Care for some coffee?" The servant asked.

"Sure, whatever," Matt collapsed on the ground and braced himself. The first feeling he felt was his large feet writhing and flattening, two of his toes split into two and the sharp talons shrank into simple toenails. His wings pressed back into his back compressing his spine. A similar pain was felt in his lower back as his tail shrank. Fangs reverted to normal canines and spurs into elbows and knees. The last changed was his skin reverting to a average pinkish flesh

tone and his ears shrinking.

"It doesn’t get easier," He said before he entered the nursery. Charlie was crying. "I know, I miss her too." He picked him up. "Were going to find mommy and daddy will make the creep who took her pay, but now you need a new diaper. Owen!"

"Yes?" Owen asked.

"Heat up some of Demona’s milk."

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Kira skipped happily out of her apartment and nearly into the landlord.

"Sorry Mr. Brunsky," The young woman apologized.

"That’s all right," Brunsky said. "You seem to be in a good mood."

"My boyfriend asked me to move in with him. Finally I get to leave this hell hole, no offense."

"None taken."

"I’m glad I’m leaving now it seems that there are more lowlifes just hanging out." She pointed to the couple in deep conversation. The man was tall and wearing glasses. His scraggily hair hung out from under his base ball cap. The woman had a darker skin tone and had long wavy white hair. "I thought you were going to put a stop to the loiters."

"I’ll get on to it. See ya."

"Bye." He waited for her to leave before addressing the couple. "Ya know you could have dressed like movers."

"We would but my partner says movers outfits make her butt look big," Matt said.

"I did not," Elisa said as she swiped a few strands of her wig from her eyes. "Is there a problem?"

"Just some of my tenants are getting suspicious."

"We’ll advise the next shift," Matt told him.

"How are you two holding up? Do you need anything?"

"Were fine just that my partner is a little antsy," Elisa replied.

"You really want Houston."

"We believe he kidnapped my mate."

"Your what?"

"The mother of his child."

"Oh, sorry I never knew."

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Demona woke up and felt cold. Of course she felt cold she was in her pathetic human form in God knows where wearing nothing and shackled to a cold metal table. She immediately began thrusting and shifting but as a human there was barley any movement.

"Your awake," Houston entered the room.

"Thailog’s human," She growled through clenched teeth.

"Pot calling the kettle black. Well during the daylight hours now."

"Listen to me human I am and always will be a gargoyle. This is just my guise."

"Your amazing You have the best of both worlds. At night your a powerful creature and during the day your flesh and blood being. This makes you superior to both humans and gargoyles."

"You know your a pathetic lower creature. Tell me human do you wish to be a gargoyle at night."

"You read my mind."

"Is that why your work for Thailog? To extract the secret from me?"

"You know of a way?" Thailog didn’t know of the serum that she had used on her mate and the other four former humans. She felt like kicking herself.

"Then why?"

"Money, basically its all about the Benjamins. That and the sex." The skinny human unzipped his pants. Demona braced herself for what she knew is about to happen. Houston removed his pants and climbed on top of her. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she felt his penetration.

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Elisa yawned and looked at the screen. She was almost done typing up the report for work.

She looked at her partner. He was making his fifth call to the officers who were watching the

apartment now. The way he hung up and frowned told her they still have found nothing. They

did learn where Houston worked, but he hasn’t been in today. They had cops posted at his place

of employment as well. She finished proofreading and hit print.

"All done," She smiled. Matt said nothing. "Hey partner we can go home now."

"Change and search again," He said.

"How about you get some food and rest."

"A quick bite, but I’m not sleeping."

"You look like hell. Get some rest."

"I can’t. Would you sleep if it was Goliath?"

"I would try to get some rest."

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Houston turned off the tiny TV. There wasn’t anything on. There was no cable and he wanted

his tapes. Thailog had convinced him that it wasn’t safe to go back to his apartment, but he knew of a way to get his most prized possessions.

He can’t do it now. The sun was setting and had to administer the tranq. He snuck up to Demona and injected the needle into her shoulder.

"Now you are drugging me human?" She asked and soon as he was done.

"Were moving you."

"What does Thailog have in store for me?"

"I don’t even know that." He watched her as she fell asleep and waited a few minutes before

snapping on the shackles. The metal was the same used in the bindings. After she was shacked he used a key to undo the bindings and carry her to the other room. He carried her to the spot

were there metal rings on the ground and a hook in the ceiling.

Thailog and the clones entered a few minutes later.

"Did you two have fun?" The black gargoyle asked.

"She was a little dry," Houston said as Thailog took Demona from his arms. "Did you know she knows of a way to change me into a gargoyle at night?"

"Like her?" Thailog looped the chain that was attached to her wrist shackles over the hook.

"Yeah exactly." Houston used another chain to attach her ankle shackle to on of the rings on the ground. Burbank secured her other leg.

"Time to wake sleeping beauty," Thailog said while Malibu and Hollywood built a fire. They placed metal pokers in the heat. After a few minutes Goliath’s clone pulled one out and pressed it against Demona’s belly.

The immortal woke up with a roar.

"You bastard!" She growled, her eyes were still illuminated.

"It’s close to master," Jeremy said.

"This isn’t horse shoes," Thailog said. "Bad toilet I am your master." He stuck the poker through her left wing. "Malibu, Burbank, Hollywood help Master burn the toilet." The clones grabbed the other pokers and pressed them against Demona’s bare flesh. "Now who am I?"

"Asshole I will never submit," Demona snarled.

"I knew you wouldn’t be that easy to break." He looked at her nether region. She tried to

close her legs. He held the poker a few inches from her valley of delight right before slipping

his hand between the wall and her back and pressed her forward. He angled the poker and shoved it up her anus.

"I think she had enough sir," Houston said.

"Yes, this game of poker no longer amuses me. You said she wasn’t cumming earlier?"

"Yup."

"I’ll fix that." He glided his hand to her wing membrane and began to rub. Demona didn’t try

to squeeze, nor did her legs appear to spread. They just hung there. The human squatted

beneath her. Houston stuck his finger in her hole and slowly pulled it out. He pushed again and

pressed her clitoris.

"Well?" Thailog asked.

"She’s wet," Jeremy said and opened his mouth. He caught a drop on his tongue that made his whole mouth tingle. His mouth brushed against the labia majora and his tongue rubbed against

the labia minora. He shoved it down against her clitoris and began to suck and lick, repeatedly

rubbing her pleasure button.

Demona had her eyes clenched shut and she bit her teeth through the whole ordeal. She

needed to make that human stop but how. She opened her eyes and noticed Thailog. An idea

came to her and she smiled. Her whole body relaxed right before she pissed on Houston. The

human scrambled to his feet.

"Damn bitch!" He cursed.

"I’m giving you ideas," Thailog cradled her chin in his hands. "Clever toilet, but bad toilet."

He pulled his arm back and punched her face. "Houston go clean yourself up and bring the darts."

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The clan had regathered at Wyvern. They still had no leads, even with Bronx helping out.

"We will search one more time before the sun rises," Goliath said. "Bluestone how are you holding up?"

"I have been awake longer," The golden gargoyle replied. "I’m more frustrated and worried than tired."

"I understand. Angela I want you and Hudson to-" He was cut off by Xanatos racing in. The owner of the castle was holding on his cell phone and looking pleased.

"We have a breakthrough," He said. Angela and Matt looked relieved. "This Houston guy does

have friends after all. He asked them to gather some of his stuff and leave behind a the dumpster of Mcdonalds on twenty first street. The police have cops waiting for him.

"I’ll be waiting too," Matt said and spread his wings.

"Lad wait!" Hudson shouted.

"For what?"

"Us," Angela said.

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Thailog picked up another dart, sucked on its tail and threw it. The point landed on the 30

point mark. The point marks were painted on Demona’s wings. Thailog had each wing pinned to the wall. The 50 point mark was the center of the wings. The 100 point mark were her nipples. Thailog threw again. This time the dart landed in the center of her breast.

"Good shot boss," Houston started to leave.

"Where are you going?" Thailog asked.

"McDonalds. Want anything?"

"No, just becareful." The human left.

"Aster," The words were breathed by Demona.

"What was that?" Thailog asked.

"Aster."

"Yes my toilet its better to give up now than to endure more pain." He approached her and

removed the dart from her breast. He rested his head between her soft round breasts.

"Bastard! I’ll never call you master." She spat in his hair.

"You insist on being difficult, but I’m not going to hit you. I’m going to be nice and fuck you." His male hardness was at large. "You will grow to love me." Were his last words before he pressed into her.

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Hudson’s good eye was sharp as an eagle as he kept watch on the dumpster. He ignored the

aroma of greasy fried food as well as the rumble in his stomach. Next to him Angela kept looking at both the dumpster and where the cops disguised as Mcdonald’s employees stood.

A soft rumbling sound brought her attention to her stepfather. His head had nodded and his eyes were closed. She gently shook his hand.

"Wha?" The golden gargoyle’s head snapped up. "Oh, still not here."

"Are you all right?" Angela asked.

"I’m fine."

"Heads up," Hudson said and pointed. A scrawny young man slipped behind the dumpster. The

cops approached them, Houston pulled out a gun.

"Your going to let me go," Houston said. "and nobody gets hurt." The young man walked backwards when a flash of lavender appeared before his eyes. Something smacked against his wrist sending the gun flying. Jeremy turned to retrieve his weapon when something large and golden landed in front of him. Matt grabbed Thailog’s servant by the shirt and held him up high.

"Jeremy Houston," Matt growled. "You have the right to remain silent-"

"Hey detective," One of the officers said. "Your not on duty. Let us handle it."

"Fine," Matt let the punk go. "I want him in the box tomorrow morning."

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The rest of the night was a whirl for Houston. He managed to get a few hours of sleep before the police dragged him to the interrogation room. A female officer joined him.

"My partner is going to be here," Elisa said. "He wants to have a few word with you." Minutes

later a tall red headed male cop entered the room.

"Houston we have a problem," Matt said. There was no humor in his voice.

"Like I haven’t heard that one before," Houston said.

"Where is Dominique Destine?" Matt asked.

"How the fuck should I know?"

"Maybe Thailog knows."

"How do you know Thailog?"

"So you do know that bastard."

"Yeah." There was something familiar about this detective. "So what about it."

"I have a feeling that you two set up a tap for her. I want to know where is she."

"I don’t know."

"Yes you do. Now where is my mate." Jeremy’s eyes widen.

"Holy shit that was you last night. You can do it too! Tell me how do you do it."

"Do what?"

"Become a gargoyle."

"If I told you would you tell me where she is."

"You were the one who knocked her up. No wonder she was leaking milk when I sucked..." He trailed off when he saw Matt’s hand ball up into a fist. "Go ahead and hit me I still won’t tell."

"This guy is difficult," Matt turned to Elisa.

"He sure his partner."

"I’m guessing I have to use my last resort." He pulled out a paper bag and reached inside. What

he pulled out made Houston’s eyes go even wider. It was his Endless Waltz DVD signed by both Mark Hildreth and Hikaru Midorikawa.

"Were. Did. You. Get. That?"

"Your place," Matt answered. "Legal search and seizure. Now where is my mate?" Houston was silent as he eyes his prized possession with worry. "Still not talking?" The weregoyle pulled out a lighter and flicked it on. The flame started to singe a corner of the DVD.

"Stop!" Jeremy shouted. "Oh please, don’t destroy it." Tears were forming. "I’ll talk."

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Demona was still hanging from her chains when Matt found her.

"Oh my love," His voice was drained. "What have they done to you." He slowly walked to her.

"It’s over. No more pain," His arms gingerly embraced her.

"Matthew," She breathed as her lids fluttered open. "Your not a dream."

"I’m here for real." Other cops entered the area. One wrapped a blanket around Demona’s trembling frame. As the officers started to free her she placed her cheek against the cheek of her mate’s and after two evenings and one day of holding it in, started to shed tears.