Free Other Places 3: Detours by P. S. Power

right. I didn't hear you. This time. I'll be nice. Stand, please."
Then he offered his hand to her, and nearly winced as her life hit him. It had
been hard. Brutal on a level that he feared his own probably was, at least
during that year and four months that Mirror Him still kept from his conscious
mind. It was spread out more though, for this woman.
    The
voice in his head spoke to him, not bothering to try and reflect in anything.
    'No,
Zack... It was worse than what you think, by a lot. Still, you should punish
her somehow. Spank her, or kill some of her people. She was just saying that
you were a fool, and that they should kill you. You can't let that happen, even
as talk. You shouldn't let it go. One sign of weakness, and her kind
will swarm all over you. As in, taking you up the ass and then chopping your
head off. This isn't some kind of a joke or game.' There was a slightly
defeated tone to the voice, as if he thought Zack was just going to ignore him.
    It
was tempting to do just that, since he really wanted to be nice, but
Vampires had rules about things like this.
    When
she got to her feet, he sighed, and let the space in front of his moving right
hand warp incredibly, before letting himself move. It meant that, with his
natural speed, the Police Chief nearly died, blood actually spraying away from
her head a bit. It was nearly what Bey normally did to people, making their
heads explode. That was a trick though, and required more force as well as a
timed opening of the hand. Zack managed to pull the movement about a quarter of
the way through, which merely sent her crashing into the reinforced cement of
the back wall, buckling it outward a bit when she smacked into the white paint.
She made a mess, too.
    Blood
was everywhere. She lived though and weakly tried to stand, not being able to
do it yet, as the elder Vampire Marissa schooled her face.
    "That,
my dear, is why we do not mock Greater Demons, even when they don't seem to be
present. Remember this, for the Line Walker is a delight compared to most of
them. Are you taking her as your slave by your rules, or ours?"
    The
Greater Demon way would be to lock her in as a slave by magic, using a deal.
The Vampire one would be easier, but less certain and involved beating the
woman, then raping her, probably anally, and tossing her into a corner, at
least figuratively, broken and unable to fight back. Technically, he knew, he
should at least continue the beating, if nothing else. Not as a lesson for the
Chief, but for the others there, including Marissa. It made him look weak, to
their eyes, if he did less.
    Instead
he walked across the room, and turned the woman onto her stomach, forcing her
legs under her, and head down, even as Edom, Barb and Lenore came in to watch
what was going on. Barb at least, looked scared. Lenore looked rather pleased
however, as if she thought he was honestly going to rape the woman, and that it
was a good plan. He had to admit, he was making it seem a bit like that. Her
head was still half caved in though, from where he hit her, and it was sort of
gross. He killed that off, with a touch of magic, and then lifted her skirt and
ripped her panties off. The pantyhose dangled a bit.
    Then
he spanked her, like a naughty child. While laughing. It was a credible
impersonation of an insane person, too.
    "I'm
doing this to be nice . If you force the issue, Sims, I will take
your behind and make my cock the size of my arm first. Not that I know how to
do that yet, but I hear I'll be learning how soon. The point is, don't
push me on this, understood? The Vampires are my friends, but that means not
trying to kill me. Or us humiliating each other, more than needed. Stand up,
when you can." He dropped her, letting her face hit the ground. It made a
damp smacking sound.
    Then
he turned to Marissa, and bowed a bit.
    "The
rest of the Council has booked passage, coming here for a meeting with you
tonight? Midnight, if that works for you? I can change that, if