Happiness in Slavery

[Logan]

A single burst of lightning, frozen in it's perfectly jagged arc, pierced the darkness that surrounded the cage. The psion pressed against the bars as Natalya sat bound before him on her knees.

She took his hand and a sinister smirk crossed his lips. He pulled her close against the bars. A pale, bony hand lifted to her cheek and caressed her delicately. Dark eyes peered from the cage as his face drew near hers. His breathing was heavy, and would be warm against her skin.

His finger slid beneath her chin, lifting her face slightly upward. Lowering his face to the slave's he paused, then turned to the side brushing his cheek against hers.

"The Master is not yet ready to submit to the slave. In due time, child. In due time."

Pulling away from the cage the dark eyes looked her over once more admiring her pale, silky flesh. She'd come to him, and he intended to ensure he wouldn't allow such a promising opportunity to pass them both by. The sinister smirk returned.

"At least he picked a good one. Now, child. Master needs freedom..."

Lunging forward he slammed against the cage, shaking the bars. From the darkest depths of Logan's mind came rumbling the words this psion had longed to hear.

RELEASE ME!

[Slavegirl]

Electricity crackled between them as his hand brushed her cheek, and she turned instinctively toward the touch. As his face drew closer, her breath caught in her throat, an intoxicating mix of fear and anticipation. She closed her eyes as he lifted her face and lowered his own to meet hers. Both of her hands gripped the bars that separated them, and when his silent voice spoke to her, she stared at him with something akin to disbelief, but nodded acquiescently.

The bars bit into her skin as Logan’s dark self slammed against them, and she bit off a cry of surprise in time to hear the demanding growl of her master’s first command. For a moment she only stared at him as if trying to interpret his words, but slowly her eyes traveled to the lock that held the cage closed and kept her master within. Pulling the length of her chain with her, Natalya moved purposefully toward the lock, tilting her head as she inspected it for a way to open it.

The slave looked from the lock back to her master, her eyes palest silver meeting his darkest violet gaze. The sinister cold in his eyes was mirrored in her own, or perhaps it was her own cold she saw echoed in his. Lifting her chin, she blinked once, a malicious smile curving her lips as she tilted her head, looking at him with one eyebrow raised. The master might usually test the slave, but this time the master tested the slave. Letting her hands drop to her sides, she stepped back from the cage, one step, then another, never looking away from him or blinking. She waited for the moment his temper would break and he would take control. If he wanted to be her master, he would have to prove he was worth releasing from his cage.

[Logan]

His eyes followed her as she moved to the lock. A smile formed on Logan's lips as inwardly he was guiding the Slave, almost rooting her on. To only himself, he thought, That's it child...the lock. But she didn't reach for that which kept the Master contained within his prison. She smiled instead, and not because of the psion but at him.

The Slave was testing the Master. Natalya was playing a new game, but unlike the Logan she'd been familiar playing with, this psion was something entirely different. Step after step she moved from the lock, further and further away. His smile was gone, and he wouldn't allow her to win. Not this time.

The pale hand of the caged beast lowered to the chains tethering the slave to her master. With a deathly grip upon them he pulled her back to the bars, forcing Natalya without care against the metallic chill of his prison. Dark eyes once more stared back at her own. Logan was glaring, and he wasn't pleased.

He yanked the chains once more with little concern, pulling her against the bars harshly. The Master's eyes showed his glaring dissatisfaction at his slave's lack of obedience.

"So you would think to disobey my commands, slave," he questioned snarling at Natalya.

Raising the chain up, he heft it upon his shoulder and turned from his slave. The fists of the psion clenched as anger welled up within. Taking one step toward the side of the cage, Logan pulled the chains a little harder. He took another step and then another until the chain was completely taught between them.

The Master turned ever so slowly maintaining the taught nature of the links, and his eyes lowered to the Slave's. There was no pleasure, no approval in his glaring gaze.

Logan crawled the chains to meet her eye to eye. The eyes of the psion flickered and arced, and then his hand came across Natalya's cheek. The slap was hard enough to leave a mark, but not much beyond. A finger slid beneath the Slave's chin and rose her eyes to look at the psion as he tugged harshly on the chains.

"We'll see if she still chooses disobedience after Master is through with her," Logan snarled, making sure to emphasize 'she' and 'her'.