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Supernatural Revenge Squad
by Kjell Eric Royer (and wiki )
They say that revenge is a dish best served cold.THEY are wrong. Revenge is a dish that is best served by the proper chef and wait-staff. Gentlemen, I am your chef and waiter for the evening. My name is Hawthorn Rigby IV and I am the head of the Supernatural Revenge Squad.
There are many squad members, but YOU had best hope that you
never need to see us. Our rules are quite simple. If the supernatural was invoked and used to hurt someone else then, with a minimum of fuss, we can take revenge for the victims.
Warnings?
You have already had warnings! Karma,'the golden rule', "What goes around...", the rule of three fold return.
There are some new cases on my desk today. Let's see, firstly a case where people are being turned into jocks, oh, how nice, I see here it's stamped 'case complete', meaning it was handled independently and has become victimless, which brings me to the next case ... the label says "Mark, Garth and IO".
I decided to see who the two major players were: Mark, a 45 year old business manager (and dad) trying to hold onto the corporate ladder, and Garth a cocky young wolf trying to move up the corporate ladder, and let's just say he is using cleats.
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Garth was angry.
He had a rival, Mark, although Mark did not know that. Garth knew Mark was 45 and a manager; he'd been at CompAmCorp for the four years that Garth had been there, maybe more. For while Garth had been cocky. He had had a promise that he would be considered for the next management job if this next project went through successfully. What made Garth sure he was getting the promotion was he had gotten the boss to promise it to him. Of course, Garth had been blackmailing the boss as a precaution.
What Garth did not know was that his boss, Mr Jameson, had already come clean to his wife about the "unfortunate incident", and so in reality Garth had absolutely no leverage about anything!
So when things blew up in his face, Garth was pretty much was pissed off to find that Mark got the next big project. Confronting his boss had been a disaster, with the stuck up fossil telling him point blank that if he, Garth, wanted to stay employed, he'd just better suck up and do the work.
Garth went to his apartment right after work. He did not know what to do, or where to go to get rid of Mark, so he did what he always did, he cast a spell to bring what he needed to him!
Hawthorn Rigby IV sat in his office. The spell Garth used and what it brought with it, was what opened the case to him. Hawthorn knew he would have to wait until Garth's plan was underway, but he could see to it that Mark came out of it ok.
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Meanwhile across the town, in a bar called HOT!, three men are in a booth.
"Harry, I want to get high!"
"Me too, Dalton!" Harry said.
"I told you guys I've got a new high, you want to try it out?" asked the third man.
"Sure," Harry and Dalton said in unison.
"Do you guys trust me?" asked the third man.
"Sure Gene," Harry and Dalton said in unison.
Gene laughed, he told the guys he was a Genie, but he had to believe that they were drunk at the time. Gene brought back three beers, two spiked with IO, a drug that only could be produced by a Djin. Gene hated to make Harry and Dalton slaves, but, it was all part of the price to pay for his freedom, and for revenge for the girl that they ruffied and
raped! Gene the Djin wondered how the victim ran into the lamp, but Hawthorn knew.
A few hours after the tainted heinies (sorry, the author means Heinekens!), Harry and Dalton stood outside Master's Pleasure, a s/m gay bar, which makes more than a few slaves.
(The author could expand the enslavement process, but that is another story!)
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Hawthorn Rigby the 4th knew that Garth could not 'take out' Mark, until the project went through, because Mark would be missed by the customers, and that might throw off the sale!
Hawthorn went to see a young man of 18, named Lee Roberts. He knew that Lee was the only person who could soften the blow for Mark. Hawthorn never worried about how he looked anymore, he had become an immortal (read vampire) 300 years ago, and so he could make himself look any way that he wanted to, and Hawthorn used that ability to either attract, or repel people. Hawthorn walked up to Lee, he knew that he had the beginnings of age starting to show, and that he was now dressed in leather gear-a set of onyx chaps, white leather jockstap, a harness made of black leather, covered in white painted chains, with black and white striped bracers with burgundy swashbuckler boots- all due to Hawthorn's glamour trying to look more like Lee wanted him to.
Hawthorn turned to Lee. "Meet me at Master's Pleasure on Friday at 8pm, Ok?" Hawthorn asked, pulling out a card for Master's Pleasure and placing it in Lee's pocket.
"Sh-sh-sure," Lee said unsteadily, thinking that he might hit the jackpot, not just sex, but perhaps what he'd been searching for for ten years, since he knew that he was gay.
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Hawthorn Rigby the 4th was busy that week, he had to arrange for Garth to be unable to cast another spell, that was hard, because spells are often times supplications, or prayers to this or that God/Goddess. That was why Hawthorn sighed slumpping into his lazy boy, turning on the massager, he was proud that he got a non interference pledge from G'tla the 'unknown'
god of rome-no one prays to him, but Hawthorn Rigby the 4th did not get inducted into the SRS, let alone live to be his age by being stupid, No, Hawthorn crossed all his t's and dotted all his i's.
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Garth was scheduled to meet with Mark and the client between 9pm and 10 pm they were going to a trendy little club called Virgin. Now Virgin made it kinda cool to be a designated driver, the look of the club is an old catholic school classroom, and the servers wear skimpy school boy and girl outfits. Garth checked to be sure he had the IO in his pocket, for easy access. Today was the day that Garth would be saying goodbye to Mark, as Mark was going to go to Master's Pleasure, Mark just did not know that!
Meanwhile across town Lee and Hawthorn Rigby IV were talking to the owner of Master's Pleasure. "So Rigs what can I do for you?" asked the owner.
"Now, Master Nate, You know that I hate when you call me Rigs." said Hawthorn not even glancing at Master Nate, he already knew that Nate was a down right beautiful man in leather and crushed sky blue velvet. If it had not been for the fact that Nate was gay and all-American, he could be mistaken for an officer in the S.S.
"I know, but the way you rig things up..." Nate stated,"...so, again how can I be of service?"
"This is Lee," said Hawthorn, pointing to the 18 year old young man how would with his brown hair, blue eyes, and swimmers build would not be out of place in an A&F catalogue.
"Hi sir," said Lee.
"He needs a master, but not a typical one, see, he doesn't want to feel pain, in fact..." Hawthorn continued.
"I was an orphan, Master sir, I graduated out of the orphanage, I want a father who is sexy and will fuck me. I don't want someone who will only want me as a power trip." Lee put in.
"Which is why I am asking for us to select from todays intakes," Hawthorn said.
Master Nate knew that intakes were hit or miss, there could be months between intakes, but if Hawthorn thought that there would be intakes, Master Nate would bet that he was right. He reached over to the intercom and pushed for the office. "Buttboy, please prepare the intake selection room for us," he ordered.
"Sure thing, Sir, by the way today is the day Master Mike is coming to trade," Buttboy said.
Master Nate HATED the quality of potential slaves that Mike always brought-they were always just that extra little bit harder to train, still, in this economy, he did not want to turn away any potential money.
"Buttboy?" Lee asked incredulously.
"Hey I didn't name him, he's Master Kurt's boy, he named him," Master Nate said," If I thought Kurt wasn't treating him well as a slave, I'd solve that problem, but they love each other."
Five minutes later Master Nate, Lee, and 'Rigs' were sitting in the intake selection room, while across town with the contract signed and Garth bringing the IO spiked drinks...
End part one. (Ninth edit/Revision by wiki thank you to the Wiki editors!)
Comments
* Supernatural Revenge Squad
10:05 on 2010-07-25 by dougkent60
seemed very disjointed to me perhaps it will improve
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* Supernatural Revenge Squad
02:20 on 2010-07-27
seemed very disjointed to me- please, then help edit part two!
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