Stage 1- Make Him Beg | By : A.K.O.Shifting-Shadow Category: Stargate: SG-1 > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2203 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“Is he?” A familiar voice asked.
“No, not yet… he might be able to repair his host.” Another voice, similar to the first replied. A hand seemed to gently caress his host’s hair. “The readings have changed. Do you think he’s aware?” “I don’t know.” Another voice answered, this one was above him and had to be the one who dared to touch his host. His host was silent, brain dead for sure, there was nothing left. The body was weak, dying not even his ability to heal would salvage the body, there was only one other option. If he could smirk he would have. It seemed clones had many uses. “Move away from him.” A voice warned, but by then it was too late, he had severed himself from his host’s brain and was squirming to the throat. He felt for the oesophagus and immediately tore through the back of the throat. The clone stood no chance, he lunged forward out of the mouth and his sharp fangs buried themselves into the clone’s throat, in seconds he had burrowed into the body and made his way to the brain. He brutally latched on mentally laughing at the screams of his host and took control. He opened the clone’s clenched eyes and stared at the clones surrounding him with a smirk. “Seems you have your uses after all.” He mocked; he felt his new hosts mind fighting against him but easily pushed the hosts mind back. He stood from where he still hovered over his dead host and strode towards the door only to be blocked by a clone. “Explain yourself.” He demanded. “How about you explain yourself.” A clone snapped. Hmm, it seemed the clones had grown attached to each other. Get out of me. The clone he inhabited growled, but Ba’al paid him no mind instead he focused on his host’s memories and chuckled. It seemed they had discovered the pleasures of the flesh with each other and had inadvertently become attached to each other. Yes, now either let me take control or leave. But again Ba’al ignored him and chuckled out loud. “It seems you clones have been misbehaving.” He stated amused. “However you will have to just accept missing one. I have business to attend to.” “You did not heal your host.” “I do not need to explain myself to you, clone.” Ba’al replied more amused than annoyed. “Now step aside.” He ordered, the clone did not move much to his amusement. It seemed the clones would risk his anger to protect each other, when had they developed such deep attachment. They were designed off of him, such attachment should be impossible. Unless you have the ability to love, but just ignored it. The host’s thoughts were amusing, just how weak had his clones become? Of course they may be clones of his mind but they were in a host body, weakness of the flesh had destroyed what little pride they had. We are not weak. Ba’al begged to differ. “Why did you not heal your host?” The clones were so desperate to know why he had jumped hosts. He supposed it was a fair question, after all he had preferred that body over all else. There was no harm in answering he supposed. “However much I liked the body, even I could not save the body once the brain is dead.” Realisation flickered in the eyes of the clone before him. “Fortunately I had created you so that I may keep my preferred appearance without dying with the pathetic host.” The clone’s eyes flashed as he had said ‘pathetic host’, it was rather amusing to watch the emotions flickering over his clones faces. Give me control. Hmm, his clone believed he would listen to such a stupid request. The clone’s body was his now, he would always have control even when they slept. Give me control or else. Ba’al mentally chuckled, now the weak host was threatening him. This situation was growing more and more amusing by the minute. “Give your host control.” A voice told him, he turned to face the ring leader of his clones and smirked. “Or else what?” Ba’al asked amused. The clone raised up a bracelet, a bracelet that looked very familiar. “A tollan device.” He asked. “If you know it is Tollan, you will also be aware that it switches control between host and symbiote.” The clone answered. “If need be we will force it upon you, unless you release your host.” Ba’al merely raised an eyebrow, an amused smile playing on his host’s lips. He means it. His new host warned, but Ba’al had already seen the determination in the clone’s eyes. He watched as the clones tensed preparing for a fight as he did not answer. Ba’al smirked and turned to face the clone fully, waiting. The clones suddenly moved, they clearly moved to overwhelm him with their numbers but Ba’al easily dodge their grasps with an amused chuckle. The clones were so weak and slow, it was amusing and at the same time rather insulting to think they could take on him, a God. Fortunately for them his amusement won out and he decided to ignore their discretions. Even the thought of his host trying to talk to him amused him more than angered him. The clones would learn of his power and submit over time, after all they were made to serve him. We serve ourselves and no one else. The clone he inhabited answered. Ba’al merely chuckled, they were Ba’al, they served the true Ba’al for what he wanted and desired they would want and desire too. “Release him.” A clone dared to order him. “And if I do not?” Ba’al asked his voice filled with humour. “Then we will force you to.” The clone replied. “Tell me…Clone. Why do you have a Tollan device? In fact why do you have a Tollan device that controls whether symbiote or host is in control?” Ba’al demanded but instead of waiting for an answer he searched his new hosts mind and laughed out loud. The clones had been planning this for some time. Get out of my head. Ba’al ignored the host’s protests and searched for more information. He watched as the clone found him lying in a forest unconscious and bought him back to this…booby-trapped building. No wonder the clones were so confident, the clones had set a trap where even they did not know all of the traps involved, each clone had a trap they’d specially made and not told the others, guaranteeing that if one was forced to talk that he still would not escape. “Impressive. However your plans will not succeed.” The clones had the gall to look smug and over confident. You can pretend to ignore me but we both know you can hear me. His host told him, trying to act superior to Ba’al. Ba’al merely ignored the host, eventually he would learn never to speak to him. Ba’al had learned long ago that punishing a host did not always suppress them, most of the time it encouraged them because they knew they were getting on the symbiote’s nerves. If the host was weaker punishing them would be fine but Ba’al did not choose weak hosts, thus the only other option was ignorance and punishment when absolutely necessary. Release me Ba’al. However if the fool kept demanding HIS obedience, he would punish the slave. Ba’al chuckled as the slave went silent before striding out the door, he knew the minds of his clones and so easily avoided the first three booby-traps, a trap door beneath the feet, and a spiked bottle of alcohol and drugged darts. It was too easy, yet he felt wary for his new host was smug and seemed to be waiting excitedly for something. The answer to Ba’al’s confusion was the doorway. As he stepped through he felt something attack him, some kind of shield. The pain was immense but the host was relatively untouched, meaning this ‘shield’ was meant to affect him. A sharp pang had him gasping, reality was slipping, he was losing control, his host was taking back its body and he was being pushed back. He immediately punished his host and he heard the host scream in the mind and out loud. –You will recede immediately!- He ordered, angry that his power was being usurped. He would punish the clones, he would make them suffer for their disrespect! Hands gently grabbed his host’s body pulling him back into another bedroom, he was laid on the bed and he tried to glance around only to find that they were not responding to him. He was losing control. With great energy and force he took control back, he felt his hosts eyes flash and he glared at the offending clones. “You will pay for this.” He snarled. His host lunged forward taking back control and snatching it from his weakened grasp. As will you. Ba’al told the slave angrily. The clones would pay. All of them! He felt the weight of something on his arm and his host obligingly looked down to see the Tollan device which was currently blue, indicating the host’s control. His anger rose and he wiggled angrily, but even wiggling was a struggle, he was growing tired, weak. You will all pay! Relax. The host replied gently. Ba’al growled and lunged forward taking back control, his hosts eyes flashed and the Tollan device went red. “Rest.” A voice told him, he glared at the clone who had spoken but he could not say a word as he lost control once more. His vision blurred and he could barely hear his host’s voice as the host told him to sleep. The moment Ba’al regained control he was snarling, he felt his host freeze but he did not care, the fool would pay as would the pathetic clones. “Is he awake?” A voice asked, a little too close to his host’s ear. Ba’al extended his senses and paused in shock. Whilst he was out his host had dared to enjoy the pleasures of flesh, and worse yet was the fact his host was apparently the submissive! This would not do, not do at all! His host was breathless and clearly enjoying the fullness of being taken, loving the pulsing of the manhood, no not just one but two erections inside of him. Of all the clones he had to take as a host, he had to choose the weakest. Pathetic! “Yes, he is awake and angry.” His host stated as he felt Ba’al literally squirm in fury. Ba’al merely growled, he would fix this mess, he would never submit! This body was his and he would never submit! “He’s ranting.” The host stated amused. Ba’al growled and happily punished the slave and revelled in his weak host’s pathetic screams. He held the host like that for a few long moments before releasing the host. The clone gasped for breath and was hugged even tighter by his fellow clones. It was if…they were trying to comfort his host. When had his clones become so weak? –Pathetic-. He growled before surging forward, or rather trying to surge forward. He could not take control, he tried again to meet with the same results, he was trapped! This could not be happening! Those pathetic clones had locked the Tollan device making sure he could not take control! But he could overcome this… He tried to detach from his host’s spine only to feel restrained. He withdrew into his body and did a full body scan and paused in shock. Whilst he was out the clones had secured his small body to his host’s spine by some sort of metal clamp. If he wanted to leave he would have to detach his head from the rest of his body, but if he did that he would not be able to take another host, he would die. He was stuck. He growled in rage and punished his host. –You will suffer, you will all suffer for this! How dare you imprison and suppress your God!- “He’s real angry.” His host stated needlessly. “I think he’s found out he’s trapped inside me.” Ba’al growled in rage. “Then let us show what he’s been missing.” The clone sat behind them whispered into the host’s ear. The erections inside them pulsed as one pulled out and thrust back in, the host made a startled sound but Ba’al ignored it, he withdrew into his own mind. He may be trapped but he would not partake in the humiliation. “He’s withdrawn.” His host informed his clones. “Has he?” The clone in front murmured and then suddenly Ba’al was in control, his host’s eyes flashed and the body trembled. It took a few moments for Ba’al to re-orient himself, the strong hands that gripped his weak hosts body grounded him and allowed him to recollect himself. As awareness returned he felt first-hand the pulsing erections inside of him and it took a lot of restraint not to moan at the strange feeling. He had never submitted before, it was discomforting. Seconds later he finally felt aware enough to move. He growled and went to remove himself from the clones joining but the hands kept him still and forced him onto the hard poles of flesh. He felt his host’s eyes flash in his rage and he glared at the clone in front of him. The clone merely smirked and pulled out, before thrusting in hard just as the one behind him pulled out. He could not help the gasp that fell from his lips as the clone’s erections hit the pleasure spot inside of him. The eyes of the clone in front of him flashed with triumph and Ba’al growled only for the growl to turn into a small cry. The two clones inside of him chuckled but what caught his attention were the three clones sitting either side of him watching his humiliation. Ba’al angrily punished his host for helping these clones and laughing with them. The slaves laugh turned into pained mental screams which helped Ba’al regain confidence and power. For every pleasurable hit against his prostrate, for every laugh he heard from the clones, for every gasp or cry he let out, his host suffered, feeling pain at every turn. The clones soon caught on to what he was doing and they paused allowing Ba’al to relax. Ba’al could not help the weak gasps for air, nor could he help the sweat covering his host’s skin. He knew he was weak, the only power he had over his clones was the fact he could make his host suffer. “You should try to enjoy this.” The clone in front whispered into his ear, Ba’al sneered at the man, as if he would enjoy being weak and vulnerable. There is nothing wrong with enjoying the situation. His host lectured but Ba’al merely punished him. The host’s screams made him smirk. “You shouldn’t resist so much.” The clone behind him lectured as those hands began to explore his skin. Ba’al mentally snarled at the clone’s over-confidence, it seemed leaving them unsupervised had not been such a wise decision on his part; he would need to correct that error. A few Jaffa and minor Goa’uld’s watching over his clones may be in order, or perhaps some sort of tracking and observation device. Either way they had to be monitored, beginning as soon as possible. A sharp thrust against his host’s prostrate bought him back to the present gasping. “Focus on us.” A voice growled in his ear and then suddenly they were pounding back inside him, torturing him with unwanted pleasure. He was trapped, unable to recede and unable to regain control. His cries echoed around the room and they burned his ears reminding him of his vulnerability. “That’s it, let go of your control and just relax.” One of the clones told him in a whispered tone. Ba’al however frowned in discomfort, he was so disorientated he could not even tell which one had spoken, he could only see the blurry faces of…well of himself. An unexplained heat was rushing through his veins and heading directly for his host’s most vulnerable point. It felt like his lower half was engulfed with flames and they were getting hotter and hotter. His body tensed as if waiting for something to happen, waiting for the end. He could feel himself at a ‘cliff-edge’, ready to fall off the edge, one more thrust and… It never came, all he felt was that over-whelming heat as it grew unbearably hot. It was then that he felt the restraint around his host’s erection and he almost growled but that growl turned into a gasp as the two clones inside him released into his host’s body filling him with their cum. Ba’al breathed harshly at the feeling of being filled and couldn’t help but shudder in pleasure and discomfort. The host’s mind was blessedly silent allowing Ba’al to gather his thoughts. “Do you want to cum?” A voice asked him. Yes. The host moaned in answer to the foolish clone’s question but Ba’al merely ignored the heated response in his head. “All you need do is beg.” The clone behind him whispered into his ear. Ba’al glared angrily at the fools, as if he would beg them. Once this was over he would have THEM begging HIM for mercy. Please Ba’al. The host pleaded but Ba’al merely punished him for even expecting a God to answer and obey him. “Beg.” The clone instructed, but Ba’al remained stubbornly silent. “Very well.” The clone replied with a pleased tone. The two clones slipped out of him and forced him onto his back amongst the bed sheets. Ba’al was stunned for just a moment before he angrily fought back easily overpowering the two of them with his symbiote strength, but even he could not overpower all five of them. In a few moments they had his arms above his head and secured to the headboard with handcuffs. He gave them an experimental tug and found that they were made of a stronger material then what Earth could have supplied; this was yet another sign that they had been planning this for a while. With a sigh he glared up at the clones. “If you release me now, I will forget this ever happened and not punish you for your impertinence.” He stated but the clones merely chuckled. One leant down and had the gall to whisper in his ear; “You’re not in control now, you will submit to us.” Ba’al growled angrily and gave the handcuffs another futile tug. They would pay for this; they would suffer greatly and wish for death once he was through with them! Strong hands gripped his biceps, pinning his arms and keeping them still. “Beg us for release now or we will make you beg.” The clone above him ordered, Ba’al raised an eyebrow, did these fools really expect HIM to submit. Fools. Pathetic fools. “I was hoping you’d be like this.” The clone answered amused after some moments. “I’m going to enjoy this.” “We’re going to enjoy this.” Another clone stated with a smirk. Ba’al glared as teasing fingers skimmed his host’s sweat soaked skin, knowing fingers made their way to dusky nipples, tweaking and twisting with experienced movements wringing a gasp from his lips. Another set of hands skimmed his hips and slowly, excruciatingly slowly, made their way to his lower half to run teasing finger tips over his hard erection. Ba’al barely managed to prevent another sound of pleasure escaping his lips but he could not prevent his hips bucking as his host’s body sought more pleasure. Strong hands gripped his hips holding him still and allowing those fingers to continue their exploration unhindered. Fingers seemed to weigh his host’s balls and explored the soft skin hiding the hardness beneath. Ba’al barely held his whimpers back and glared through half-closed eyes at his clones. “It will be so much easier for you if you just submit.” Ba’al didn’t answer, was unable to answer as pleasure flooded his senses. It was wrong! This was so wrong! He was a God, he should not be submitting to this! He should be superior to them, able to overpower them with his mere presence. And yet here he was beneath them, chained and unable to fight as they did as they pleased. He needed to get out of the situation before there was no turning back. He couldn’t, no wouldn’t submit, nor would he beg! Submitting is not so bad. His host stated gently only to scream as Ba’al punished him. Ba’al already missed his previous host; Millen had been such an obedient host once he had been trained, always silent and uncomplaining. Now he had this arrogant clone to tame and right now was neither the time nor the place to do so! Then don’t tame me, listen to me! Beg and this could all be over. The clone encouraged but Ba’al merely punished him angrily for listening in on his thoughts. Neither host nor slave should touch the mind of a God! Something forcefully entered his body wringing a gasp from him as he was once more bought back to the present. Fingers were inside him mixing with the sperm already deposited and pressing harshly against his prostrate. “Focus.” The clone snapped pressing harshly against the pleasure spot, Ba’al could not have held back the cry even if he tried, he had not been expecting such an attack and had not prepared. Foolish on his part, since the clones clearly wanted to dominate and control him. The fingers pulled back allowing him to gasp for air but before he could even gather himself they were back forcing more cries from his throat. “Beautiful.” He heard one of them murmur. He would have snorted if he wasn’t already crying out in pleasure. He was not beautiful, he was handsome, ethereal. He was a God! You think too highly of yourself. The host stated. Ba’al sighed, punishing the impertinent fool for speaking to him. A few seconds later and the fingers pulled away from his prostrate. “Beg.” He was instructed but Ba’al remained stubbornly silent. The fingers pressed against that accursed pleasure spot once more and this time Ba’al managed to quieten the cries to a small whimper. “Aw! No fair.” Once clone stated in a clearly amused tone. “Never mind, we will wring cries from your throat at will once we’re done.” The clone threatened. Ba’al glared at the clone and if he could have he would have hit the fool for his behaviour or had him killed. However he was chained down and vulnerable so he could only watch as the fool chuckled and leant back. Together the clones forced him to bend his legs until his knees were pressing to his chest, exposing him to their eyes. They secured his legs with leather bindings forcing him to hold the position they had forced him into. Ba’al would have blushed, he could feel the blood pulsing to his face but he would not give them the satisfaction and so forced the blood to flow normally preventing the blush from happening. “Beg.” The clones instructed again but Ba’al merely glared, the glare turned into a frown as one of them secured material over his eyes effectively blinding him. Without being able to see his body became more sensitive, the touches against his skin became hotter and more powerful. Ba’al held back whimpers as those fingers caressed him trying to wring more sounds from him. Fingers returned forcing their way inside him and quickly finding his pleasure spot. If Ba’al had felt the pleasure was unbearable before then it was impossible now, he felt his own smaller body writher in pleasure as it pulsed around his host’s body wringing helpless cries from his throat. It seemed the clones were right, they would force him to submit whether he wanted to or not. But he would not give in, he could not give in! As if sensing his determined thoughts the fingers withdrew leaving him empty, but that emptiness did not last long as something larger and thicker forced its way in to his stretched entrance. He cried out as the toy, for it could be nothing else, was moved around. He had an uncomfortable feeling that he knew what they were searching for and he was proven right as the tip of the toy bumped against his prostrate cry making him gasp. The clone penetrating him with the toy made a sound of triumph before pressing the toy more firmly against his prostate gland. Ba’al cried out trying to move away but the restraints and the strong hands gripping him meant his small struggle was futile. “That’s right.” A voice murmured near to his head as gentle fingers stroked his skin as if trying to provide comfort. “Take it easy, our Ba’al may be used to it but he isn’t.” A voice warned above him as gentle fingers slid into his hair. Ba’al blinked in surprise at the sudden change of heart; it seemed these clones had grown a lot weaker than he thought. They had become…compassionate. Fools, as if he needed their pity! He would have told them so but the toy began to vibrate, slowly at first but gradually building up speed, he groaned and once again made a futile attempt to try and move away. “Beg.” Ba’al forced himself not to respond, though it was growing more difficult. It seemed as if the restraint preventing him from releasing was growing heavier and tighter with each passing moment. Hearing his own voice taunting him was not helping and now he wondered if creating clones was really such a wise idea. “If you beg we will give you release.” His voice taunted. He wanted release, he really did! But he would not beg. The ‘vibrator’ went up a notch and wrung a whimper from him as his control was tested. “Beg.” The voice ordered again but Ba’al did not comply. Ba’al! His host cried out in frustration. Ba’al ignored the clone’s desperate pleas and focused on his struggles to keep quiet and not give the clones the satisfaction of his submission. “Beg.” He was ordered again as the vibrator cranked up a notch. He clenched his jaw at the over-whelming pleasure as his eyes clenched shut beneath the blindfold. He would not give in to them. He would not! “All you need to do is beg.” Ba’al shuddered in their grasps, the body he inhabited was beyond his control, it was literally shivering in need as its heart hammered against the chest muscles and ribs. To think only a few minutes had passed and he was already considering pleading with the clones. But his pride made him strong, he would not, could not submit. Just one sign of weakness and submission and they’d expect it more often until they tried to gain power, this he could not allow. Give in. His host instructed, but Ba’al merely ignored the ridiculous advice. Even though Ba’al was shivering with need he had hardly moved, but he could not restrain himself as a hand grasped his host’s erection and pumped. He let out a cry and his head arched back into the pillows exposing his vulnerable neck before he could stop himself. Fingers instantly found their way to the soft skin and stroked, the move was non-threatening but it made the clone’s message clear, they were in control now, they could easily end his life. The thought shocked him and a small tendril of fear wound its way into his small, dark heart. He had never been so vulnerable before, even when in an enemy’s grasp he had some control, some bargaining chip but now he had nothing. He had only one choice, obey or be forced to obey. This time the clones did not speak, allowing him to think about his next move. The vibrator inside of him reminded him un-endlessly of his vulnerability, as did those fingers stroking his neck. His next move would decide his fate, of this he was certain. But could he really beg? Did he want to beg? Yes. His host pleaded in desperation. The answer seemed so simple, but the consequences of what he did next were not. If he submitted now, they would expect him to continue to submit but if he did not submit they would force his submission. The vibrator increased speed causing him to cry out unable to even hold back, it seemed the clones had felt they had given him enough time to think about his next move. They all knew there was only one move he could make. To beg, but they all also knew his pride would prevent him from such a move. The vibrator kept him from thinking too deeply, pleasure flooded his senses keeping him distracted and unable to restrain himself. His host’s body was squirming now with unfulfilled pleasure and he could hear the host whimpering out the words he could not say. He needed…. He needed to reach the edge! He wanted to fall off the edge, to feel the climax of pleasure as he finally came, but he couldn’t… Wouldn’t… He knew that there was something holding him back but he couldn’t focus. Those fingers on his neck tightened, not enough to strangle him but enough to threaten and remind him of their presence against his hosts vulnerable neck. It could all be over. “It could all be over…” All he needed to do was beg. Beg… “…all you need to do is beg.” Ba’al could not think, could not see, could only feel as the fingers teased the skin of his neck tauntingly, could only whimper as the vibrator wriggled against his prostrate tormenting him as a hand pumped him torturing him as the pleasure grew to over-whelming heights. He was so close, he was almost there, he just needed… if it wasn’t for the restraint around the base of his erection he would have cum, now he could on writher in pleasure as he was cruelly denied release. –please.- He mentally begged. Please! Beg them! His host pleaded. Ba’al did not have the heart to punish him, he agreed with his host, but he could not… every time he even thought to give in, he could not. Fingers suddenly pressed right above his small body and pushed down and scratched the back of the host’s neck and caressing his small body as a result. Ba’al cried out arching his neck as those fingers tormented and threatened his neck. His small body wriggled at the stroking being applied just above it. “Beg.” A voice whispered directly into his ear and Ba’al wanted to obey… but… Beg! The pleasure was overwhelming, coming from all sides. He could not name a place they had not touched with their teasing digits. He could feel the end coming but it was held back by the God-forsaken restraint around his host’s erection. If only…he needed…-Ah…Please.- He thought but thinking what he needed to say did not help. They wanted him to say it! To say the words that would prove he was weak, would prove he was vulnerable to their wills. They wanted him to say the words that would bring him ultimate pleasure, if only…-Please, let me…- He gasped, the sound little more than a small, desperate sob and he felt the hands around him tense, waiting. Please! -Please!- Ba’al repeated, he felt as if he and his host had merged and become one, one being with just one desire. Release. Just a few words and it would be granted, he only needed to say them out loud… -Oh…. Gods… I need.- Tell them! The host ordered in desperation. Ba’al groaned, desperately. –Oh…Please!- The fingers holding him dug into him as the owners tensed, the air was thick with tension and anticipation. “Please…” He let out, and just like that, it was over. The time for restraint had ended. “Please…Let me…” Ba’al pleaded. “Please…let me cum!” He begged. A triumphant cry was let out and his lips were engulfed by eager lips of one of his clones, he obediently opened up for the questing tongue, fighting back with just as much desire. Fingers quested over his skin and quickly removed the vibrator, wringing a desperate cry from his lips. The vibrator was replaced by something more satisfying. He whimpered as the clone’s erection hit his prostrate hard, but they did not give him what he wanted! He wanted release! “Please…” He begged helplessly and he could hear the pleased gasps around him, fingers tormented his skin heading in the direction he needed them most. They rested against the restraint tauntingly and he squirmed desperately and pleaded again, his voice nothing more than a desperate whimper. Fortunately it pleased them and the weight of the restraint eased up and he felt blood pumping back to the organ. He felt light headed as he finally reached the pinnacle. He cried out, his vision blurring white and his body tensing, he barely heard the cries of completion from his clones before darkness engulfed him once more. “He’s waking up.” Ba’al groaned, his small body flopping against his host’s spine. His host was back in control and feeling very, very relaxed. –That had better be it.- He complained feeling as if he could not move at all. He listened to the host dictate what he was saying to the clone’s and did not have the heart to punish the fool. He was much too tired. However the clone’s had other plans and once more forced him to take control of the host body. He looked up, barely acknowledging the fact that the blindfold was gone as he glared at the clones annoyed. He tugged weakly at the chains still securing him to the bed, fortunately the clones had the foresight to release his host’s legs and he merely shifted, relaxing on the bed sheets. “Release me.” He ordered his voice lacking the arrogance he had prior to their ‘joining’. The clones merely chuckled at his tired tone and one bent down, a hand gripping his hip securely. “Ah, no master…” It teased. “Stage one: Making you beg is complete but now it is onto Stage 2.” Ba’al was hesitant to ask what ‘stage 2’ was but finally his curiosity won out. “And what is Stage 2 precisely?” The smirks that blossomed on his clone’s faces made him tense and if he had been able, he may have considered evacuating the area. As it was he could only swallow as one bent down to whisper in his ear… “Stage 2: Making you scream.” A/N: I wrote this at midnight when I was half asleep... enough said. Was meant to be a one-shot but considering adding a second chapter...While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. 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