Barter

Barter 3: Hell On Earth by peja

Fandom: Sentinel

Pairing: Regency Lord James Ellison/Blair Sandburg

Rating: R for nudity

Warning: Cleansing abuse, Slavefic, leanings towards Sadism and Dominance, Kidnapping

Summary: Blair awakens in his own personal hell on earth







Barter 3

By PEJA





Blair hated the cold.



Even as a child he had gotten sick easily and stayed sick for a long time. Waking to the clammy trendles of damp and cold seeping under his skin did not bode well for him at all. Not at all.



He made to roll away from the frigid, rough masonry but found himself neatly immobilized, his body held tight to the biting cold from his ankles into his hip, piercing his chest.....



Oh God's Blood he was buck ass starkers....naked as a babe fresh from the womb.



And bound tight.



Holding his panic close to his chest, he tested the ropes securing him by increments, until he lie exhausted and still bound just as tightly, arms thrust cruelly behind his back, legs tucked up against his chest and secured at knees and ankles.



The panic raced hot in his lungs, taking a killing grasp on his throat. He fought mindlessly against the ropes that bond him. Bucking, thrashing...failing.



"It seems our young pick pocket has finally decided to join the party, M'Lord." an unfamiliar voice tinged with dark laughter fueled his fear and acting on pure animal instinct, Blair went deathly still.



A booted toe prodded Blair in the back, not painfully, not gently. "He's a fine looking young buck, master." The same faceless voice proclaimed softly.



"Hmmm."



Ellison? Oh god's own blood. Was that Lord Ellison? A muffled whimper escaped the gag covering his lips Yes. Blair would recognize that arrogant timber anywhere.



"The beast smells dreadful, Banks. See that he is bathed before he joins us." Ellison said softly. "Everywhere. And then bring him straightway to the games room."



Games room? Blair's mind whirled in a need to escape. Pleasepleaseplease, I don't want to....



"At once, M'Lord."



Still tied, Blair was wrenched none to gently by his arms. He couldn't stifle the muffled scream that poured past the hard, sour tasting gag wedged between his jaws.



Ellison laughed darkly. "He sings so prettily, does ne not, my man."



Blair didn't ear the response, if there was one. An electric hum of terror drowned out every sound as he was dumped uncerimoniously into a tub of icy water.



His screams rose to piercing as he slowly sank below the water's surface.



Don't let me die. Don't let me die.



A cruel grip fastened around his curls, holding him under. the black spots before his eyes demanded to be heard, pulling his away from consciousness.



Blair's struggles faltered. His piteous cries became a torturous sobbing gurgle.



The vicious unseen minion, Banks, ripped him above the water by his hair.



Blair managed one watery breath before his desperate struggle to survive began again.



The third ducking bought an eerie acceptance and he stilled in the merciless hands. He drew a lungful of odious water, welcoming his fate.



Darkness swirled before his eyes and a silent, laughing sigh stole the last bit of air from his body. He breathed liquid fire instead. Choked. Sucked in another defiant water logged breath.



A vicious thump on his back spewed the water from his lungs and his next breath was one of pure life giving oxygen.



The blindfold was ripped away and Blair found himself looking into the fury of a huge black man. "Don't try that again." Banks growled, giving his an effortless shake. "Understand me?"



Blair blinked, nodding, his head lolling under an attack of black.



Grinning mirthlessly, Banks caught Blair under an armpit and delivered a sharp slap.



Some small focus returned to his dimming eyes and the blackness pulled away.



"Don't you dare pass out on me again." The man snarled, giving Blair another rough shake.



Blair blinked rapidly, his eyes darting around the dank room. A cellar?



Banks snatched up a stiff bristled brush and splashed it and Blair back into the water. Harsh bristled scoured his tender skin, taking sweat, grime from the evenings misadventures and at least one layer of skin away.



Struggling weakly, Blair tried to evade the cruel scrubbing to no avail. A soft mewl of protest filtered past the gag and he gave into defeat. lying quietly in the man's grasp.



His sudden submission startled the big man and Blair slipped out of his arms, sinking helplessly under the surface yet again.



Long fingers tangled in his now shining curls and he was wrenched back up.



"Hang in there, pretty." the big man gruffed, his hands hurtful. "Almost done."



Blair's nostrils burned from the repeated dunkings, making the strong scent of lye soap stung all the worse as it was rubbed into his skin and hair.



"Deep breath." The man advised, grinning coldly



Blair obeyed without thought, grateful for the warning as he was plunged back under the water for a rinse.



One and on the cleansing torture went until with one last dunking Blair's unresisting body was tugged, near drowned but thoroughly clean from the water.



A warming wool blanket found its was around his shivering form. Blair wished he could clutch at the edges, but his hands were still secured behind his back, and even if they weren't the cold had made his fingers numb and useless.



Banks shoved him into the corner with a gruff, "Stay still."



Blair subsided into a teeth-chattered lump where he lie.



Shimmering blue eyes followed the big man around the room until a viscous bout of coughing ripped through him. He tried to curl into a tighter ball within the folds of the blanket, but a body can only curl so tight and he'd been tied as tightly as his would go.



When he next sought out the big man, Banks was towering over him with a wicked looking dagger.



Banks leaned down and sliced the bonds holding Blair immobile. Blair lie there letting his body get used to being free once again. And suffered the stabbing consequences of his bondage as the blood circulated freely through his limbs. His eyes widened and muffled screams poured from him as his arms and legs came awake.



Banks smiled grimly, watching patiently until Blair stopped thrashing and lie winded on the blanket.



"Now that wasn't so bad was it, pretty?" Banks murmured, He leaned down and his huge hands once more pinched into Blair's forearms, dragging his protesting body to his feet.



Blair's legs turned to rubber under him and he would have fallen but for the strong arm that suddenly wrapped around his waist and held him up-right until he found his balance.



As if he could sense Blair's wanning strength returning, Banks propelled Blair across the room and down onto a rough hewn table. Blair made a desperate scramble to escape but Banks Shoved him backward and slammed his throbbing head against the hard surface. Stars flickered before his eyes and he moaned softly.



"Don't d that again, pretty." Banks warned him, stripping out the gag.



"Why?" Blair croaked. "Why...are you doing this."



A cold smirk curved Banks' generous lips. He reached across Blair, picking up a stoppered vial and jerked the scratchy blanket away.



Blair made a feeble grab for it, earning a slap for his efforts. His hand trembled as he wiped away the blood.



To his horror, Banks captured his wrist and lifted the bloodied fingers to his lips, licking them clean.



"Wh...What are you going to do to me." Blair rasped, his eyes wide and fear-filled.



Banks didn't spare him an answer, simply flipping him onto his stomach. He tipped the vial over Blair's back, dribbling warmed oils over is chilled skin.



Blair shuddered, grateful for the hard massage. And afraid for the same gentling treatment.



His head rolled in silent protest when the dark hands brushed lower than his hips, across his bottom, parting his cheeks and...



He stiffened violently as one finger pressed deeply into his body, the passage eased by the slick oils. "C'or, man...Stop..." he pleaded, even as his cock twitched to reluctant life.



Banks ignored his pleas, not stopping until he could insert three fingers easily. He rolled Blair onto his back and quickly fitted him with a cock ring and tugged him to his feet.



"Time to go, Pretty."



He hustled a muzzy headed Blair up the stairs and down a long hallway. Pausing before a huge set of double doors, Banks struck the wood twice and pushed into the room.



Blair's eyes widened at the sight of his captor, Lord Ellison lounging in an over-stuffed chair, enjoying a brandy.



Ellison smiled darkly and nodded. "Bring him."



Banks hustled Blair across the room and pressing on his shoulders force the man to kneel at Ellison's feet.





Continues in Part 4