The Alpha Dating Game(38)

How the mighty have fallen!

The meal for Kyle was prepared by the kitchen. Even though he was a prisoner, nothing but the best was given to him. Claude noted with disgust the roasted chicken drowning in brown sauce and the mashed potatoes with butter melting within. A whole chicken it was too. And some caramelized custard for dessert.

Well, his distant cousin wasn’t getting all of it.

Claude greedily finished off the custard and took a whole chicken wing out from the artfully arranged plate. Wiping his mouth, he then picked the tray up and carried it up the stairwell of the north tower, which was four stories high. You’d think the Atreides had enough money to put in an elevator, but noooo . . . they had to do it the old way.

There were five cells altogether in the north tower. Claude remembered the last prisoner they had in here. She was a female werefox who had the audacity to steal from one of the Atreides. She was caught and it was Claude’s responsibility to teach her a lesson.

Oh, he had great fun with her.

The werefolk had their own code of justice, and no one ever complained to the human police, so he was free to do whatever he liked with her. The only retaliation would come from her own kin, and no fox would ever mess with the Atreides clan of werebears, who were ancient, rich and powerful beyond reckoning.

Claude smiled as he navigated each stone step of the stairwell, the water in the cup on the tray splashing with every step he took. He remembered her tits, so white and milky in the moonlight, and her screams as he tortured her nipples with the iron clamps. And her pussy . . . so sweet and tight, and her asshole as well . . . so marvelously equipped to take so much more than his cock.

He reached the top of the stairwell. There was a steel gate fronting the entryway. Claude leaned towards a panel, and a scan took note of his retinal imprint. Modern technology in an ancient prison. There was a whirring sound, and the gate unlocked with a sharp click and slid open to admit him.

Claude stepped over the threshold and the gate shut behind him. No one could enter bar him.

Kyle was incarcerated in the fifth and final cell at the end. It was a pity Claude had not been given permission to torture him, because it would a pleasure. A very great pleasure. Kyle was naked, and he had juicy balls which were just waiting to be squeezed, and a very nice and firm cock that was just waiting to be twisted and pulled in any which way.

When Claude reached the cell, he immediately saw that Kyle Atreides was sprawled on the stone floor in a seemingly lifeless pose. He was lying to one side, and one arm was flung above his head. His cock and balls were limp.

“Get up,” Claude said harshly. “I’ve brought your dinner.”

And you’re making me miss a good buffet.

Kyle did not move. Claude knew the guy had been knocked out with a major dose of tranquilizer, but surely he had to be awake by now. But of course, Claude thought uneasily, tranquilizers always had their side effects. There was always the chance something could go terribly wrong.

Shit.

It wouldn’t do to have Kyle Atreides die on his watch.

Still, he had to be very cautious. There had been prisoners who attempted to escape this way – by playing possum. That was why the main door was locked at all times and maintained by retinal scan. There were no windows in the north tower. So if a prisoner tried to escape by overpowering his guard, he still could not exit the north tower.

Claude put down the tray and went back for his prod. It had the capacity to deliver an electrical shock which could knock out a rhinoceros. When he came back, Kyle was still lying in the same position, unmoving.

“Kyle?”

No answer.

Frowning, Claude palmed his handprint on the scanner beside the cell. The grate slid open. Holding the prod up like a weapon, he stepped cautiously in. In addition to the prod, he had a gun strapped to his torso. There was no quicker draw than Claude when it came to human weapons.

“Hey, get up.”

Claude nudged Kyle’s body with the prod. No response. Gingerly, he turned Kyle’s body over so that he would fall on his back. He was ready for any possible movements Kyle would make, such as springing up to attack him. Yes, and the prod would be ready to discharge a few hundred volts of electricity.

But Kyle was still lifeless. In fact, there was a little foam dribbling from the side of his mouth.

Now Claude was alarmed. Damn tranquilizers!

“Kyle?” He shook his kinsman. “Kyle, wake up!”

Kyle’s mouth was slightly agape, and more foam issued from it.

“Oh shit.”

Claude put down the prod and felt for Kyle’s pulse at his neck. It was very faint. Kyle’s breathing was also very infrequent, in the fact his chest hardly rose and fell.

Claude wondered if he should administer CPR. He didn’t even know how to administer CPR. He was a jailer, not a paramedic. But Jericho would blame him if something happened to his precious son. Maybe he could try.