Author's webpage: http://www.angelfire.com/weird/openairinsaneasylum/index1.htm

Author's disclaimer: : The faces are familiar and so are the names, but the setting seems a little strange? I kidnapped a few cuties from television land. I accept that they never did and never will belong to me, but I am having oh so much fun while I have them.

Author's notes: This is an alternate universe set in the Andromeda universe. I fell in love with the Nietzschean society. In short, they are a society where genetic excellence is strived for and social Darwinism is practised. I made my characters a little more "touchie-feelie" than the cold bastards found on the Andromeda series, but that's my prerogative. And I have made some of the stuff up because the series hasn't been on that long to develop a lot of background information. All you need to remember is a Nietzschean will do anything to win and pass on their genetics to another generation. Applicable side bar, Caiman means alligator and a double helix is an armband signifying a man is a husband and father.

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Jim sneered at the trio, "Just a minute, Carolyn, I have to put my cock back in place. I wouldn't want your husband to get jealous after all."

Jim pulled slightly away from his beta and closed his straining leather pants. Zaczek lurched and slammed the cold barrel of his laser gun against Jim's back. Jim didn't flinch, he simply looked at his enemy with a feral grin.

"You are going to regret this, Zaczek. Marrying my cast off was your first mistake. Trusting her and messing with us was your second."

The butt of the metal pressed deeper into his skin. "You heard her. Move!"

Jim sighed and began to move forward pressing his body against Blair. The pressure of Jim's hand resting on his shoulder was enough to signal him that they would strike when the time was right. Blair looked forward to making this group pay for their actions and he had no intentions of holding Jim back either.

The dark corridors were unusually empty for this time of the day and that disturbed both partners. Something big was going down. Jim could almost smell it in the air and Blair could feel it in the pit of his stomach. Every so often they would pass a guard who by the family resemblance was of the Iain line. Finally they reached the deep bowels of the Caiman stronghold in a seldom-used section. When they finally reached their destination, the party moved past Iain guards posted at the door, into a seemingly secure room.

Blair and Jim froze on the spot when they saw horrifying picture before them. A body was suspended from the ceiling and blood was puddled beneath it on the floor. The young dark man was plastered with deep wounds and his head was collapsed to the side.

Carolyn did a dramatic spin and gestured at the body. "This gentlemen, is Daryl Banks, eldest son of our esteemed alpha male. Simon Banks is going to be very appreciative when we deliver him the murderers of his son."

Jim's arms tightened around his beta's torso in comfort and restraint. The young man strung out before them was barely older than a child and such brutality was utterly appalling.

"You - You aren't worthy to be a Nietzschean!" Blair stuttered in shock.

"Oh, but I am!" she ranted, "I have planned for years to be in control. I was once the first wife to the next alpha male of our pride, but James had to go and ruin everything. He was better off dead to me, but he managed to survive. I plan to remedy that. It has taken me uncountable scheming and bribery, but finally I will have the position of power I deserve. My descendants will sing out my praises!"

Insanity sparkled in her eyes and the Iain brothers eyed her appreciatively. They evidently thought she was the key to their future success. Zaczek chose that exact moment to compliment his wife's tirade verbally.

Jim leaned over and whispered in Blair ear, "The boy is alive, but barely. I have a plan. No matter what, trust me."

Jim picked up enough of the conversation to hear the words, "You are magnificent!"

"Enough!" he bellowed, "These men all disgust me, such blathering idiots. I never knew you had it in you Carolyn. If I had, I never would have let you get away."

Blair turned to look at Jim with wide eyes. Their eyes locked, just as Jim shoved him harshly away and he fell hard onto the ground.

"He disgusts me especially! He was a good little whore, but I won't risk my life for him," Jim continued, "What would make you think I would take this set up quietly?"

The Iain brothers moved towards him with their weapons raised. They stopped when Carolyn barked at them, "Wait! I want to see what he has to say. It should be amusing."

Jim grinned back at Carolyn. "I though you would see it my way. I have the means to bargain for my life. Why do you think I rescued this whore? I took him because he managed to steal something very valuable from that Than hive. By possessing him, I now possess the key to those riches."

"Jim, what are you doing?" Blair demanded.

He started to stand, but was knocked back down when Jim back handed him across the face. Blood oozed from his mouth and nose to mingle with stinging tears.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Jim roared, "I'm sorry, Carolyn. I really thought I had already beaten him into submission. As I was saying, I have access to some interesting booty that would benefit your cause. It should be enough to buy me safe passage out of pride territory."

"There was nothing in that fighter other than him," Menault interrupted, "I was there."

"You really are stupid, Menault. I hope for Carolyn's sake this isn't a family trait. Anything of worth was well hidden. He may be a whore, but he is from the Timberwolf Pride. They are devious little bastards."

"What exactly are you offering us?" she questioned.

"I'm offering you powerful weaponry. There's a secret compartment in the aft of the fighter that can only be accessed by a secret binary code. I am the only one who knows it. After my bitch gave the information up, I changed the access codes. So even if you plan on torturing him, it would be useless. I suggest you let me go free, do what you want with this," Jim nudged Blair with his boot, "and everything will work out for the best."

The leather toed tip prodded his lower leg, just above the ankle. Blair continued to look down at the floor, but he briefly nodded his head in recognition of the blatant message.

Carolyn thought for a moment, "Agreed."

"Carolyn," the Iain brothers protested.

"Shut up," she snapped, "We need all the weapons we can get. We don't need James. We only need that filth of his to distract Simon long enough while my plans are set into motion."

"Fine. Tell us the code, Ellison," Zaczek demanded.

"I need a data porthole, you idiot. I said it was binary code."

"Over there," the other man motioned with his gun.

Jim grunted in acknowledgement and looked down on his beta. "It's a shame your guts are going to be decorating our fortress from left to right soon. Stay put and maybe they won't kill you before Simon does."

Jim stepped over his prone beta and moved towards the computer terminal on the nearest wall. He proceeded to type in a series of commands and the machine beeped back.

"You'd better not try anything funny, James. There are enough Iain brethren around here to stop your escape."

"I would never try anything as stupid as that," Jim grinned in return.

Jim stopped just in front of his beta, who was still lying on the floor. Blair noticed that Jim was tapping out a steady rhythm with his boot. When he counted the ninetieth consecutive tap, he felt Jim dive onto his own body. Jim protected Blair from the deafening explosion emanating from the terminal. Debris, sparks and ashes flew around the small room.

In a split second, Blair recovered the throwing stars strapped to his ankle and threw them at the man to the left. His aim was true and the man fell to the floor as each direct hit struck him the neck. He knew that Jim had taken out the man to their right with a weapon hidden somewhere on his own body. As the smoke dissipated, they could see the two fallen warriors and Carolyn crumbled in a corner howling. The plan had worked perfectly. "Jim--," Blair shouted over the clamour, "--the doors?"

"Taken care of. They are locked and can only be accessed from the inside."

Jim shifted and looked over Blair's frame for any sign of injury. Seeing that his beta was unharmed, he stood smoothly and pulled Blair to stand beside him.

"We've got to get that kid down," Jim gestured at the near lifeless form in front of them.

Jim took one look at the cord holding the body upright and walked over to bloody form of Zaczek on the right, placed his boot on the corpse's chest and pulled his knife free. He wiped the excess blood on the dead man's clothes.

"Blair, hold the boy upright while I cut him down."

Blair moved in front of Daryl and heaved the form against his shoulder until the binding rope was slack.

"Ya know," Blair grunted, "You could have gotten all of us killed with that explosion."

"It was an acceptable risk I was willing to take. The boy was as good as dead and at least this way he had a chance."

Jim sawed through the rope and helped Blair handle the dead weight when his task was complete. They laid the younger man flat on the floor and checked his life signs.

"He should live," Jim announced.

Once they had assured the immediate survival of their rival's son, their attention shifted to Carolyn. Her howling had died down a bit and now she alternated between pitiful moans and whimpers. She was curled into the fetal position in a pool of her own blood. A large piece of metal debris was jammed into her upper thigh making escape impossible and consciousness ever more fleeting.

"What about the bitch?" Blair questioned. His eyes narrowed as he spoke and he considered the numerous painful ways he desired to kill her. On second thought, Blair decided Jim might have something more fitting planned for his ex-wife.

"Breathing erratic. Heartbeat slow. She is of no threat," Jim diagnosed concisely.

Blair moved over to the body of Menault and wrenched his throwing stars from the neck of his victim. He also stripped the corpse of all other weaponry as Jim did the same to the man's brother. They were now both well armed for the impending confrontation.

"You realize we are mostly likely going to die," Blair commented as he straightened the ammo belt over his bare chest.

"Maybe," Jim replied as he eyed his beta with lustful approval. He adjusted his own weaponry and looked over at the door. "It all depends on who comes through those doors. But if we do die, at least it will be together."

From the muffled sounds that reverberated from the doors, it was apparent that someone was trying to get in. It would take hours to cut through the thick metal and the intruders could not trigger a breach without the correct access codes.

"How did you initiate that explosion and override the terminal's commands?"

An evil grin passed over Jim's lips and he laughed, "The Ellison line built the Caiman stronghold. We know more about this place than anyone ever will."

"Really, that's great. But right now, I'm more concerned about the rabid mob outside."

Jim smiled again and shook his head. He palmed his gun in one hand and pulled Blair to his chest with the other. Hardware and ammo belts clicked together in sync with the blending of anticipation for battle and lust.

"I would love to fuck you like there's no tomorrow," Jim growled.

Blair's eyes smouldered in response. "There might not be a tomorrow--"

"Good point, but still--" Jim's hand skittered over Blair's ass and stole a quick squeeze.

"But still we have a battle to win and a future to secure. After our enemies are defeated we can play all we want."

"Here and now I'll settle for a kiss," Jim's head descended and he ravaged Blair's willing mouth, "Later I will lick the blood of our enemies from your body."

Blair moaned and roughly pulled away from Jim's embrace. "Enough," he was breathing hard, "You'll be the end of us both if you keep thinking with your cock. Right now we have some enemies to slaughter."

Jim cocked his head to the side, "Like I said, it all depends on who is behind those doors. If my plan worked we may get out of here with all of our limbs still attached."

"Explain yourself, Ellison. What did you do now?"

"When I was entertaining Carolyn with that farce, I managed to send an encrypted message to Simon by rerouting through secondary systems. He knows that his son is down here and alive. That's it."

"So he could easily think we did that--," Blair motioned to Daryl, " --to him."

"Not if the boy lives to corroborate our story and in the mean time he's a bargaining tool."

"Let's get this over with," Blair readied his firearm impatiently.

"Beautiful and deadly. I picked well." Jim exchanged a heated glance with Blair. "The door is set to open on my verbal command."

They moved in unison to stand between the injured young man and what would be the line of fire. Weapons ready, they stood side by side to face the unknown.

"Ready?" Jim questioned.

Blair simply nodded and smiled in return.

"Door release!" Jim's voiced boom through the room.

The entrance shuddered and the metal doors slid open to reveal a mass of angry faces and armaments pointed directly at them. In the middle of the sizeable cluster, towered the imposing figure of Simon Banks, alpha male of the Caiman Pride.

"Hold your fire!" Simon yelled as he recognized his son on the floor. There was an eerie moment when fingers tensed over triggers and eyes flashed with hatred. "My son?"

Jim's eyes locked with his opponent's and never wavered. "He lives."

"Release him, Ellison or I will strangle you with your own entrails!"

Jim laughed at his opponent's bravado. "We never held him in the first place."

"You lie. I've already killed your Iain allies. Whatever scheme you cooked up with your ex-wife and new plaything, it failed!"

"Don't be stupid, Caiman," Blair hissed, "We saved your brat from sure death."

"It speaks," Simon's gun aimed directly at Blair, "The question is whether or not it speaks the truth."

Jim moved considerably in front of Blair and focused his gun at the man threatening his beta.

"The truth needs to be heard, but we have certain demands," Jim stipulated.

"You have no rights," was Simon's quick reply.

"That may be the case, but it would be in your own best interest to concede. I know we're outnumbered and I don't have a death wish. Just remember if we wanted to kill your whelp, we would have done it already. All will be revealed."

"What are your conditions?" Simon demanded.

"I am willing to release the boy if he's treated immediately and testifies at a pride gathering. I want to address the pride and reveal what has happened here. He will support our version of events. In addition, my beta will remain with me at all times."

"You always were strange, Ellison," Simon snarled. "Surrender your weapons and it is agreed."

"Do you agree to abide by the outcome of the gathering on the honour of your progeny?"

"Yes. Just remember, if you so much as blink funny you will die!"

Jim looked at Blair and in silent agreement they lowered their weapons. Jim moved completely in front of Blair as Simon's forces surged forward.

"I hope your boy overcomes this, Simon. They were brutal."

Simon grunted in acknowledgement and turned his attention to his first-born who was just beginning to moan lightly. Simon's forces surround Blair and Jim, seizing their guns.

"What do we do with them, sir?" questioned one of Simon's men.

"Put them in a cell on the maximum security level. Don't separate them, but keep them heavily guarded until I call for you."

"Understood, sir."

Simon went back to attending his sons injuries, only to be distracted by Carolyn's whimpers from the corner. "Take her with you. Patch her up to face the gathering with the others."

Jim slipped his arm around Blair's waist as they were lead from the room. He pulled the smaller man close and whispered, "It's all set in motion, my beta."

"Shut up!" one of their captors shouted as he shoved Blair hard.

The same man yelped in pain when Jim captured his hand and snapped the aggressor's fingers in one quick motion. The other guards hastily raised their weapons only to stop when Simon barked out, "Don't touch them, you idiots! Justice will only be served at my hands and that will be soon enough if I deem it necessary."

"But, sir!" the injured man whined, "The bastard broke my hand!"

"You shouldn't have touched the man's beta." Simon was unsympathetic and then addressed his remaining guards. "Let that serve as a lesson for the rest of you. If they are harmed in anyway, I will snap your necks myself. If they try to escape, injure them only. I'll be the one to kill them if it turns out to be necessary. Now go!"

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The cell door slammed shut and one of the guards snapped open the observation window.

"Strip, slowly," instructed the same guard through the portal.

"You want a show?" mocked Blair with a sly leer.

"Shut up. Just move slowly, no fast moves. Hand us your clothes and boots through the window."

Jim growled when he saw the guard's eyes drift over Blair's body appraisingly. Blair laughed and slipped the snug leather pants past his hips. Jim gathered his own clothes off the floor and grabbed Blair's boots, all while eying the man on the other side of the door. Blair just smiled as he handed his pants to his lover and slipped something behind his back.

"Take it easy, big buy. I think they are too attached to their limbs to try anything."

Jim grunted in acknowledgement and shoved the bundle through the portal.

The guard narrowed his eyes, "Hand us whatever is behind his back."

"I have no idea what you are talking about," snarled Jim.

"The weapons your beta managed to sneak past the other guards. Hand them over."

Blair sighed and produced a small knife from behind his back. "Oh well, it was worth a try," he said and passed the weapon to the guard.

"Now take off that thing around your neck," commanded the guard.

Blair fingered the platinum torc around his neck. "No."

"Don't make me come in there and take it off of your unconscious body."

"What did you not understand about NO!" barked Blair.

The guard slammed the observation window shut with a disgusted snort. The larger door opened with a creak and the guard stood in the doorway with his gun pointed at Blair.

"I said hand it over!"

This time Jim moved directly beside Blair and caressed the torc himself. "He doesn't take this off for anyone. You want it, you have to come through me first."

The guard stepped forward and cocked his weapon only to be stopped by another guard. Jim looked questionably at the younger man that he vaguely recognized.

The young man said, "Leave it be. I saw these guys in action and we don't want any trouble from them. If he wants to keep his jewellery, let him. Anyways, it's sort of like a double helix and I know I would never take mine off if I got one." He sort of smiled at Jim and tugged on the other guard to leave.

"Fine, Rafe. But if he kills someone with it, it's on your shoulders."

Both men moved out of the cell and left their prisoners naked in the barren, windowless room. Blair smiled and opened his palm to reveal a concealed throwing star. It appeared his beta was also a master smuggler and this was quite to Jim's liking. Jim was smart enough to realize the room was bugged, but he acknowledged the cunning move with a striking grin in return.

Jim's gaze moved from his hand to Blair's and he noticed the nasty bruise beginning to form. He could also smell and see the smattering of blood across his beta's upper torso. Jim frowned and moved closer and began to run his hands over Blair's body, checking for injuries. When no injuries other than a few bruises and cuts manifested, the hands turned to caresses.

"Jim..." Blair moaned quietly and the throwing star dropped from his hand unnoticed.

Jim kicked the weapon into the corner where it would remain inconspicuous and continued to simply run his hands over his beta. Jim's hands now cradled the back of Blair's head and Jim snaked his tongue along the jaw line. He gently traced the outline of the forming bruise, which looked even worse to his sentinel eyes.

"I will never hurt you again, Chief," Jim promised between tender kisses.

"I believe you," was the whispered reply.

With that Jim backed Blair against the nearest wall and the kisses became more frantic.

"I've noticed you have a thing for walls," gasped Blair.

"Well, when there's no furniture around, you have to improvise."

"You called me Chief--"

"Yeah, I did." Jim clarified and began to kiss Blair's neck.

"Right," Blair made an exasperated noise, "Why?"

"Because I felt like it and it fits you."

"That's not very clear."

Jim rested his forehead against Blair's shoulder and closed his eyes. "When I was looking at your face and I realized that bruise on your face was my doing. I promised myself I would never let anyone harm you, even me. You are too important to lose and I realized that even more so now. You are surprisingly good in battle, intelligent, cunning, beautiful and a good lay," he smiled against the flesh, "We belong together."

"What can I attribute this gush of emotion to?" chuckled Blair. His fingers brushed over Jim's muscled shoulders and neck. "Battle lust."

"Battle lust is good, I can work with that," muttered Blair.

Blair's hand slid down between the two bodies and rubbed their erections together. Jim moaned and pressed closer against the smaller man, sliding their cocks side by side. Blair was only slightly surprised when he felt Jim lift him and press his back against the wall. Blair realized what his lover was trying to accomplish and wrapped his legs around Jim's waist. With one arm Jim supported their mutual weight, and the other hand soon joined Blair's hand wrapped around their cocks.

Hips pistoned and sweaty bodies rocked together in a motion that made sure it was over sooner rather than later. Their mutual shouts were muffled by a forceful kiss as fluid gushed between their joined hands. Jim adjusted his weight and pressed even closer to Blair, instead of collapsing to the floor.

"That took the edge off for now," Jim emitted the familiar line, "But I believe we have a lot of time to kill."

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"How long have they been in there?" questioned the newest arrival outside of the holding cell.

"It's been about five hours. Is it time?" countered the young guard.

"Yes, Banks sent me down here to notify the men and collect the prisoners. His son is now conscious and he has called a gathering. Are they ready to go?"

"That depends," leered Rafe.

"What are talking about?"

"Well, the woman will have to be carried, but we made sure she is pumped with enough narcotics to keep her awake, regardless of pain. As for Ellison and his beta, well--"

"Well, what?"

"They have been keeping each other amused. They might not be quite ready, but I haven't checked in a while."

"Are you, brain dead? They could have escaped!"

"Really, sir. We know they're still in there -- as the sensors clearly indicate and the noises coming from that cell made it quite clear they were going nowhere."

The newest arrival shoved Rafe aside and thrust the observation window open. He noted that both men were seemingly sleeping on the floor. Both were naked and Blair was collapsed on top of Jim.

"They seemed quiet enough. You are lucky they are still here."

"Sure they're quiet now -- after they have worn each other out. Listen, I wasn't about to do checks anymore after the licking started."

"Licking?!"

"You really don't want to know, sir."

"Whatever, it's all perversions."

"At least someone was having fun," mumbled Rafe under his breath.

"What was that?!"

"I was just saying at least I have this gun, sir." Rafe grinned and patted his gun.

The other man huffed at Rafe and turned his attention back to the prisoners. "Ellison, get your ass up! It's time to face the music."

Jim briefly opened one eye to contemplate the disembodied head poking through the observation window. He snorted and his eye snapped shut. He nuzzled softly into Blair's hair and his arms tightened possessively around the smaller man's waist.

"You heard me, Ellison! Get up!"

"Not likely," was Jim's simple monotone reply.

"What?!" The man was beginning to turn red and his cheeks were puffing up. "You are to face charges for attempted murder and mutiny in a Pride Gathering."

Jim opened his eyes again and glared distastefully at Simon's red-faced lackey. "Not as of yet."

"You're the crazy son of a bitch who demanded the Gathering in the first place and now that it is time you've chickened out," his opponent scoffed.

Blair stirred off of Jim's chest. "We have every intention of facing the Gathering, you shit-faced moron, but it's pretty hard to do when we're naked."

Rafe's voice drifted through the door in reply. "They do have a point, sir. We stripped them as per your orders and searched the clothing for evidence. Unfortunately, it's all unwearable now."

The ugly red face disappeared from the observation window. "Fine, get them something to wear so we can get this over with. Call me when the prisoners are ready for transport and I'll lead the procession to the Gathering."

"Of course, sir," was the immediate reply, followed by a muffled, "Idiot."

Rafe's head popped cautiously back through the observation window. "So where can I find some threads for you two? Any ideas?"

Jim rested his hands behind his head and smiled. "I have something especially prepared for just this occasion. Send someone to my quarters and you'll find a box packed with the appropriate clothing in a storage locker. Feel free to search it if you want, but you'll find no weapons."

Rafe grunted and nodded his head before closing the observation window. Jim estimated that considering the urgency of the situation, the box would appear in no time flat.

"You knew this was going to happen," Blair accused.

"On the contrary, beta. I never knew exactly what was going to happen. I never would have allowed that boy to be tortured if I did. However, the Pride Gathering was in my plans from the very beginning."

Blair could tell by the determined expression on Jim's face that this particular conversation was ending here and now. The cell was being monitored and neither man wanted to give anything away to their enemies.

"Later, Jim." Blair had every intention of following threw on his threat. "Later, we have a lot to talk about, man."

"Whatever," was his blas reply.

Blair's curt comeback was cut short when the observation window opened and medium sized silver box was pushed through.

"That was pretty quick," Blair commented instead.

"When you're balls are on the line, you deliver fast," answered Rafe, "Now would you two hurry up and get dressed!"

Rafe was smart enough to give the men the limited privacy the cell provided. Blair proceeded to open the box and pull out the items within. He wasn't surprised to find that the clothing was exact replicas of the clothing they had been wearing earlier. The Nietzschean wardrobe was very limited in the first place and most individuals tended to stick with the clothing that best displayed their bodies.

Blair pulled out the smaller pair of leather pants and pulled them on without too many comments about how tight they were. He fingered the mesh shirt meant for him and watched it shift from a dark burgundy to sleek shades of midnight. At closer inspection, he saw the mesh was actually a very fine chain mail made from a very expensive and rare metal. This metal could be spun to the consistency of thread and yet offered the wearer freedom of movement and protection from weaponry were other armour would fail to do so. He quietly slipped the shirt over his head and settled it in place. His last thought was a vain one when he realized Jim had picked a colour that highlighted his hair.

"You didn't have to spend so much on me."

Jim eyed the silver nipple ring that peeked through the mesh shirt. Combined with the platinum torc that hugged his throat and the loose curls that framed Blair's face, he made a truly dazzling companion. Those who attended the Pride Gathering would be jealous.

"You're worth it."

Blair didn't bother to answer that response, but instead watched as Jim reached into the box he assumed was empty. He watched with curious eyes as Jim pulled out a circular object and turned to look at Blair expectantly.

"What is it, Jim?"

"An armband."

Blair wanted to make a sarcastic comment, but then something about the armband struck him. The armband was a smaller version of the Jaguar torc he wore around his own neck. Blair's eyes searched Jim's for the significance. All he saw shining back at him was a fierce possessive gaze full of love.

"It's beautiful. Of course I'll wear it."

Jim smiled and shook his head. "This one isn't for you, it's for me. I want everyone at the Pride Gathering to know that I belong to you as much as you belong to be me."

Blair's only response for one moment was sharp intake of breath. Slowly he moved towards Jim and then reached for the platinum armband marked with the jaguar paws. In a few graceful moves made with slightly shaky hands, the armband sat were once a double-helix had rested. A double-helix arm band might mean a man was a husband and father, but to Blair, this meant so much more. Once the armband was secure, Jim reached into the box and pulled a slightly smaller identical version for Blair. Without comment he secured it on Blair's arm and the two would be visually bonded before all.

Their moment was interrupted when someone pounded on the door and then proceeded to fling it open. Jim glared at Rafe and Blair had to admit that he looked menacing in head to toe black leather. His chest was bare and his ankle length, sleeveless leather vest just added to his height. Jim looked every inch a superior genetic specimen and Blair was content that he finally had a visual claim over him in public.

"Move," the red-faced man barked.

Jim and Blair moved together and were quickly surrounded by an over excessive armed guard. Both noticed that Carolyn was bound and being carried by a man near the back of the parade. Taking in the scratch marks on his face and chest would easily account for the reason that a wounded woman was securely tided.

As they moved down the shadowed corridors, each of the captives knew that their lives would be forever changed by the proceedings about to take place. If Jim and Blair had their way, the entire dynamics of the Nietzschean Pride system would change forever.

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