Twist of Fate

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Sequel to Devil's
Temptation. Saddler Gloats and reviews his plans for the future

Warning: color="#ff0000"> style="font-style: italic;">DARK FIC, color="#ff0000">Adult Content style="font-weight: bold;">, drugs- aphrodisiac,
rape, power play

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Secondary Triumph

Sequel to Devil's Temptation

By href="mailto:firewolf@pacific.net.sg?Subject=RE-Unexpected%20Spoils">Jacque
Koh

February 2005


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     Saddler came awake slowly, ravelling in
the feeling of the snug grip about his cock which reminded him of the
activities of the previous night. He shifted his hips slightly to
thrust his rapidly hardening cock deeper into the inviting warmth. As
he expected, his movement elicited an answering moan from the American
he was occupying. To Saddler's amusement, he further felt Sera's arms,
which lay between him and Kennedy's back, tighten protectively around
the man to draw him closer in his sleep.

     The cult leader opened his eyes and pushed
himself slightly off the American to gaze fondly at his two bed
companions.  They lay entwined in exhausted slumber; White skin
against olive. The American and the Spaniard certainly made a pretty
picture together. His hand reached over to lightly caress one of the
bite marks on the American's shoulders, drawing another pained moan
from the man.

     Saddler couldn't be sure if he should feel
annoyance or admiration for the American agent. He had been less than
cooperative once he regained full consciousness. Despite the repeated
sexual assault and rape visited upon him that night, he continued to
remain defiant and fought his bonds as much as he was able to.

     Sera, on the other hand had broken when he
beheld the suffering that the American's sacrifice had brought upon
him. However, Saddler was well pleased with this, since the researcher
demonstrated a willingness do anything to spare the American agent from
further pain and humiliation. He had even offered to take the American
agent's place when Saddler threatened to have him gang raped for his
continued defiance.

     That had been an idle threat though. Saddler
was not about to share the American with anyone if he could help it.
Sera was the exception. And that was only because it was far too
amusing to watch the researcher's agony as he 'enjoyed' his rape of
their helpless pet. Saddler's grin grew wider to recall the anguish on
Sera's face when the American agent awakened that first time. The
confused betrayal on Kennedy's countenance when he realised that Sera
had participated in raping him was also a sight to savour.

     Neither would ever be told that the cult
leader had stacked the deck against the hapless Spaniard by slipping an
aphrodisiac in his food. Saddler had not wanted Sera thinking with his
admittedly brilliant mind, but with his cock. The bondage, artfully
displayed carnations and the dildo did well to encourage his libido
along. The cult leader had known that Sera's ability to think properly
was progressively faltering as the man watched him play with the
carnations and dildo. He responded just as Saddler wanted him to when
offered the first go with the American agent. Saddler was quite sure
that Sera had probably even rationalised his decision to fuck the
American, as an action to make sure a friend did this first before
their mutual enemy had a turn.

     It mattered little to Saddler to let Sera have
Kennedy's ass before him. After all, he already had his fun earlier
when he personally completed the finishing touches of the American's
preparations with his creative flower arrangement. Remembering the very
responsive moans he'd received from the unconscious man, Saddler, in
fact, believed that though the carnations were delightful coming out,
he had a lot more fun putting them in. Perhaps, he thought, he'd try
this again one day when Kennedy was fully conscious.

     Still, Kennedy had surprised him. The man had
apparently sensed Saddler's hand in Sera's abhorrent behaviour and
assigned his hatred accordingly. He, however, did not anticipate nor
appeared aware that his generosity to his friend condemned him far
better than anything Saddler could have done. Sera had shattered when
Kennedy gave him the greatest of gifts that a man so abused could ever
offer to one who had wronged him. Like it as not to admit it, Leon S.
Kennedy had handed to Saddler the key to Luis Sera's soul; The man
would never ever feel worthy of the unexpected kindness Kennedy gave in
his forgiveness and understanding.

     While it had amused him, Saddler really had
little interest in having sex with the Spaniard though. He was much
more valuable as a researcher and the cult leader would rather not
waste that ability by preoccupying him with sex. Kennedy on the other
hand… It was a pity that controlling Kennedy was not going to be as
simple until the Plagas hatched and took complete control of him.

     The man had impressed him with his
resourcefulness and ability to prevail over impossible odds. Watching
Kennedy work out the intellectual limitations of the Los Ganados, then
blithely skip past and avoid most of the resistance set in place had
driven home the flaws of the Los Plagas in Saddler face. The cult
leader couldn't believe how quickly the Ganados had forgotten Kennedy's
passage to return to whatever they were working on after the American
dashed by. Apparently, as long as Kennedy moved through swiftly, the
Ganados did not have the intelligence to run after him once he was
beyond their assigned 'territory.'

     Saddler had very little doubt that had the
American agent not surrendered in exchange for Sera's life, he would
have continued to easily evade capture and remained a thorn in his
side.
It was a pity he couldn't persuade the man to throw his lot in with
them willingly. On the other hand, using this experimental Plagas was
not exactly to their disadvantage. Saddler could not hold back a broad
grin from spreading on his face as he started daydreaming of the
anticipated results. Able bodyguard by day, pliant sex kitten by night…
He was looking forward to the day when Kennedy's Plagas reached full
maturity. Until then though, Saddler was going to have a challenging
few days while he forced Kennedy to bow to his will.

     He frowned to recall the events of the
previous evening after he had taken Kennedy twice more on the dessert
tray while Sera watched in mute rage. He and Sera had adjourned to his
living quarters after that and with the assistance of his guards retied
the American's bonds so that they could fuck him in bed.

     Kennedy had not been passive. He bit, and
kicked and generally fought his bindings as best as he could. Not
caring that he was almost tearing the skin off his wrists and ankles in
his efforts to escape them. Despite his struggles though, it did not
prevent Saddler and Sera from sharing him again and again, making fair
use of herb mixtures to heal and treat any injury they caused to the
helpless man to ensure he stayed conscious for most of the night. Not
that Sera damaged Kennedy at all, even with an aphrodisiac firing
through his blood to keep him aroused and his mind dulled.

     It had amused Saddler to watch how Sera tried
to subtly shield Kennedy from sex with him by sucking him off as often
as possible, and giving the bound man a break. The aphrodisiac,
however, eventually burned out and Sera had fallen asleep from
exhaustion. With his stamina augmented by his Plagas though, Saddler
had carried on fucking Kennedy for a few more hours. Taking the freedom
to be as rough as he desired without Sera's interference and raping the
American until the man had fainted from abuse and shock.

     The American... As exquisite as he thought
Kennedy was, and as delightful as his body proved to be, it was the
man's nationality and position as his country's agent that most
enflamed Saddler's desire to sexually abuse him. The power he had felt
in having this representative of America helplessly fulfilling his
sexual demands was truly intoxicating. Saddler was sure that the next
few days, though challenging, were going to be very enjoyable while
they waited for the Plagas to hatch and mature.

     For now though… He first checked the silk ties
that secured the American's wrists behind his back, and then reached to
gently grip Kennedy's hips to steady him while he began sawing his cock
in and out of his lover's ass. Sera's eyes had fluttered open with
Kennedy's renewed moaning, but the Spaniard had immediately turned away
from Saddler's smirking gaze. The cult leader watched in amusement as
Sera began stroking the unconscious man's hair and back soothingly,
effectively reducing Kennedy's groans to soft grunts even though his
rapist's thrusts became more forceful.

     As Saddler fucked the unconscious man, he gave
some more thought to what future plans he needed to make now that he
had effectively neutralised the American threat. It was without doubt
that the Americans were not going to take the loss of their agent idly.
He would need to have his Ganados be on the look out for the arrival of
more agents.

     In the meantime, he was also going to need to
keep his new toy securely bound and under guard at all times. And have
Sera watched. Or... perhaps he could also take a small holiday, and
stay in bed with Kennedy to savour the last few days that the American
would ever be able to offer defiance to him. In this, Saddler had some
small regret that he had his researchers tweak the Plagas to make it
hatch and mature more rapidly than the standard 'household' variety.

     As it was, the Plagas would probably be in
control long before he could break Kennedy's will on his own merits.
That was indeed a pity that he couldn't boast about enslaving the
American to his cock alone. But... such was the small sacrifices he had
to endure; Saddler chuckled to himself as he continued to enjoy his
morning.


Thanks for reading.

Jacque Koh

firewolf@pacific.net.sg