Dom’s hands closed on the leather binding his wrists to his bedposts. He lay on this stomach and sweat and blood vied for precedence on his back. Cathy towered above the bed in gleaming leather thigh boots and long black kid gloves. Her dark glittering eyes met his and he sighed as the soft, slick strands of her whip caressed his back.

"Turn Dom…" she whispered. He obeyed leaving go of his bonds and flicking his wrists free of his voluntary restraint. She smiled at his slight wince as his back hit the sheets.

She conjured a jade scarf from thin air and his grin got wider. "Time you didn’t see what’s coming…" she chuckled. She leaned forward and he brushed her nipples with a swipe of his tongue. He lifted his head for the blindfold and waited for instruction.

Her clothes melted away as she straddled his tumescent cock and rode him fast and hard. He fell into her rhythm, trying to slow her down but she wasn’t to be slowed… She popped the lid on the vial as his mouth opened wide in desperate passion. She leaned forward dripping the contents of the vial into his mouth, at the same time her hand outstretched behind her to fondle his balls and massage her juices into them.

He swallowed all that she gave to him; it briefly stained his lips black before being absorbed into his tissues. His hands reached up to caress her back as he shot his seed into her. He would never see her tears at his loss of fertility. The poison robbed as well as bestowed.

Greys One, Two and Three watched the view screen as the scene unfolded. Soon they would have their Watcher Hunter team. Grey One held Grey Two enthralled for a second or two.

"You see? Friend, your fears are groundless. There will be no fulfilled prophecy. All is well." and with a last gleeful glance at the screen, glided out to prepare the Thorn room.

Grey Two and Three did not share Grey One’s faith in Cathy, they watched as Dominic tied her hands behind her back and then eased his body between her clasped hands. When he was done, he had complete control over her. She knelt on the bed and he rested his knees on the bed frame either side of her knees. He ran his palms over her erect nipples keeping her balanced and with his back muscles. He slid into her and drove home as she arched her head back and exposing her throat for his kiss.

Cathy moaned and wailed as Dom fucked her deep, and long. He came again and bit her shoulder, drawing just a little blood. He sighed and suckled gently at the wound.

"Hmmm, never thought I’d have vampiric tendencies… you bring out the demon in me lover." Dom kissed her warm flesh and blinked as a wave of dizziness washed over him. He slid from her and watched from the bed as Cathy slipped her bonds and clothed herself using the thorns power.

Dom scooted away from her, his back hitting the wall and still she advanced on long leather-clad limbs. Her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders, an eyebrow arched menacingly. He stared at her lips, just a moment ago they were soft, ripe for kissing; now they curled upwards in a mocking, evil burgundy smile.

"At last you realise something’s amiss?" Cathy loomed over Dom and whispered so the Greys couldn’t hear "We’re going on a journey, Dom. I’ve been training you… They’re watching us."

Dom looked puzzled, but then saw love and compassion in her clear brown eyes and was still. Cathy shifted her hair away from her face so he could see the faint red light in the corner of the room. His eyes flickered with anger and he grabbed her hair roughly, bringing his mouth to her ear.

"Where are we going? Will you be with me?" He kissed her ear lobe and she gasped at the heat of his lips. Soon he would expire for the first and only time.

"A place of long life, health, strength and vigor. I will be with you always, my darling Dom." Cathy watched as a pallid Dom struggled to draw breath.

"When…" the question died on his lips and Cathy sealed his fate with a poisoned kiss.

"Now…" She checked for his pulse and felt none. She stooped to scoop up his dead body from the bed, a noise behind her alerted her to the arrival of Grey Three and Dom’s clone.

She turned and saw Domclone readying a noose. She glanced down at her Dom and clutched him tighter to her breast. She weaved past the impostor and strode through the wall to the Grey dimension, unwilling to witness her lover die a second time.

She excused herself to visit her cell and levered the silver thorns from her flesh, transferring them to her boot cuffs. The thorns imbued with her essence would guide Dom through the madness of the conversion process.

She strode alongside the metal table. Dom had been dead for four hours, but already his colour had improved because of the charged atmosphere of the Greys stronghold.

Once through the doors of the Thorn room, the antidote was given to him and he revived suddenly, fighting all the way. She followed and took up her position at the end of the thorn table. She tried to keep her emotions in check but Dom fought so hard!

With a pneumatic hiss the operation started. Her hand gripped the handle of the mallet she would use for her thorns.

The first thorn rooted and embedded. Dom’s screams seemed endless. Grey Two had paralysed him so he couldn’t see the progress of the mechanical arm to his left foot…

Cathy waited as the thorn rooted and was driven home in one slick action. She stepped forward knowing she had only seconds to drive home her colour, to claim him as mate and trainee. Dom raged against his bonds both mental and physical, the physical ones gave way first.

Dom stared at Cathy as she placed the thorn and struck it home in one stroke. He roared and sat bolt upright and gripped her neck, the Greys in his head urged him to kill. It was imperative for him to kill their common enemy, though he didn’t know who the “enemy” was.

Warmth flooded through his body and he remembered laughter and a sun filled meadow where he and Cathy had picnicked. He loosed his grip of her throat and crashed back down onto the stretcher, gripping its metal sides to control the pain.

Cathy hammered the second colour home and allowed herself a smile of triumph. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard Joseph applauding her.

Grey One entered the Thorn room and Cathy lowered her gaze respectfully. Grey One spared her a glance on his way to study Dom. "An excellent choice, Cathy and on time too. Now we have our Watcher Hunter team."

"She has claimed him as mate, with a colour thorn" Grey Two snidely informed Grey One.

Grey One shot a disapproving look at Cathy, but still smiled and gave the alien equivalent of a shrug. "Tis done cannot be undone."

Dom shivered on the floor of the cold grey cell, the furniture lay in a crushed heap in the far corner. His feet hurt and he curled round hugging his body shuddering. He thought of Cathy trying to conjure up warmth where there was none.

He shot up straight at the sound of the door opening. He swallowed his distaste at the appearance of his captors. The slurred words he had yet to learn to understand. He recognised one word-Pain. He staggered to his feet and bit back the agony of his thorned feet, stooping to try to control it.

Someone else entered the room; he smelt Cathy’s perfume and shuffled to the corner resting his warm forehead on the cool wall. The Grey left and Cathy remained. He heard her approach and his heart beat faster, remembering another time when she’d first worn heels.

"Trainee!" She shouted and he snapped his head round to face her. He registered her shock at his appearance then her face-hardened and a whip appeared in her hand, the tip cracking at his ankles.

"Walk!" Dom didn’t move. Cathy cracked the whip again, this time licking and slicing the flesh from his calves. He fell to his knees and yelled.

"Rise! Are you a child who needs to be taught everything? Do you need to be watched at every turn?" Cathy stood before him and stared just over his head. His shoulders slumped in defeat, then he realised what she had said. She was doing this because they were being watched again? He looked up into her eyes.

"I am a child mistress, teach me so I don’t have to be watched." He held her gaze for agonised seconds before the whip disappeared and she joined him on the floor in floods of tears.

"Dom! Are you alright? I’m sorry… so sorry. I had to have a partner and…" Cathy sobbed.

Dom stretched out his hand and stroked her hair, his eyes closing in relief as he touched her once more. He’d been afraid that this was his personal Hell. He lifted her trembling chin and smiled, the soft loving woman he knew trembled and fought for composure.

"Dom, we…we don’t have much time. You’ve been changed, you’re like me now, and I have to teach you to walk. Trust me?" She pleaded.

He nodded his mind awhirl of a hundred questions. He got to his feet shakily and winced as his ragged, wounded feet shuffled forward.

"Hands on the wall, and lift your foot." She instructed. He did as he was told; Cathy applied a layer of soothing balm to his feet and then turned him round. "First lesson. On the way to healing yourself Dom. Concentrate on the thorns and clothe yourself."

Dom looked at her strangely, then closed his eyes, and summoned clothes. He felt them on his skin and opened his eyes again.

Cathy was very close." Perfect…" she purred in his ear. He smiled to himself, he felt much better now his feet were inside boots. He stood and tried a couple of paces. Cathy smiled but Dom looked past her assuming a submissive posture.

Her head snapped round and saw Grey Two in the doorway.

"You’ve been relieved. He’s mine." Grey Two glided into the cell, with a sweeping gesture the furniture repaired, and a naked struggling Dom found himself secured on a rack in the centre of the room. Cathy was driven back by the Greys force of will and could only watch horrified as Grey Two employed a laser-whip to instill obedience in Dom.

Grey One led her away; she hid her face in her hands as Dom’s screams pierced the silence. "CATH? Cathy…PLEASE!" His scream chillingly cut off when the doors slid shut behind them.

Grey One was talking to her. "…Too close Cathy. You have a nice long rest and we’ll call you with your new assignment and a brand new obedient Dom, how about that?" Grey One smiled a “flesh crawling” smile and dialed the security lock on her chamber for three months; she stepped in and fell asleep.

Cathy reported to the briefing room. Her heart leapt into her throat. Dom was there, tall, strong, and powerful. She smiled a greeting and he ignored her. Her heart sank, how long had they kept her under?

Dom glanced over the mission notes, by rights Grey Two should have been there to bask in the reflected glory of a well-trained Watcher Hunter, but Grey Two and all of clones of Grey Two’s section had mysteriously disappeared.

"Dom and Cathy together at last." Grey One sounded almost content. "Your mission is to find Ethan Rayne, he will lead you to your primary target, the Watcher. Any other havoc you can wreak I leave to your discretion. Dom you’re beta in this mission, Cathy you’re alpha. I know it’s a chore Dom but you’ll just have to follow Cathy’s lead."

Cathy maintained a passive exterior whilst her insides revolved, what happened to Dom while she slept? What did Grey two do to him?

Dom thrust the mission details into her hands and stood at ease until Grey one left the room. She lifted her hand and Dom stepped back giving her a hate filled glare.

"We’re going to Sunnydale, home of Demons and one Slayer."

She folded the papers and secured them into the long zipped pocket of her trouser leg. She straightened and Dom snapped to attention, she shook her head sadly and marched off through the wall…

End of part 4

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