Jennifer Portman: alternate ending: SM Halloween,




In another universe, yet the same time and place

that Jennifer Portman was in the prime world, our heroine

had refused Mina's offer and launched her own investigation.

This is an alternate version of the next chapter. The

Slave Market Halloween special.

Jennifer was going off of her memory of the car

ride that she had been on with Mina as she was bound and

gagged in the passanger seat/ It was dark with only the

lights of the city illuminating the streets in a hazy sea

of light brown and peach like colors. Jennifer's heart beat

in her chest and about like it would burst from the strain.

She was getting closer to the area that Mina had driven her

from. She had walked the streets for a few hours, cars whip

by and no one stops to check on her well being. No one cares.

The cold og the night air bites into her sleeveless arms

and pantless legs. That blue tank and those tan cargo shorts,

don't seem like a good idea to her anymore. The buildings

that she passes cast eerie and demonic shaped shadows along

them.Jennifer was never one to believe in the boogey man.

Even as a child she would face down anything that she would

have thought to be some form of monster. off in the distance,

she sees the slave market where she was sold at.

The red carpeting and velvet ropes atop brass poles

await her as she nears the VIP exit that she was carried out

of. She can feel the tape sticking to her skin once more as

the memory enters her mind. She loathed being in that state

of helplessness. Jennifer was very strong willed and her

temper is as fiery as the red tint of the hair on her head.

She shakes the thoughts from her mind as she moves between

the brass poles and starts to enter the area where the she

was being sold in that auction. Anger seazes her kind and she

grits her teeth to stop from screaming out her frustrations

at that memory. The place seemed eerily deserted. No one was

around, and no sounds could be heard.

Jennifer steps as quietly as she can, while moving

through the auctioning room. The auction block, where many

men, women, boys, and girls have been sold to the highest

bidder, stands empty and devoid of life. She thought that

it was odd there there were no sounds at all around the

complex. The night sky is clear and the stars brightly light

the sky. The moon is full and thankfully provided enough

light for her to see. Her next plan of action is to find a

way into the main beuilding. The building is made of red

brick and grey cementholds them together. Jennifer climbs

up onto the auction block, the red curtain hanging above her.

She knew that there had to be a door that the "merchandise"

was brought through to the block. She was right, at the far

right corner at the back of the stage stands a single grey

door. A silver, round knob sits at the center of the door,

on the left side. She reaches for the knob, her heart

pounding and feeling like it is in her throat, with her left

hand and curls her fingers and thumb around the cool metal

of the knob. She prays that iit isn't locked.

Her prayers are answered, the knob turns and the

door cracks open a bit. The sound of the door creaking open

was a bit louder than it should have been dur to the almost

unnatural silence that has befallen this terrible place. As

she opens the door, ever so slowly, she swallows and readies

herself for what she might see. Inside was darker than any

place that she has seen. She wants to call out for someone

to see if anyone is around, but she knows that she must be

as quiet as she can if someone is around. Jennifer moves as

slowly as she can, with her hands straight in front of her.

She has to find a light switch, or other source of light.

She moves straight ahead until he hands touch a wall. Her

breathing is heavy from fear. Her heavy panting is

unusually loud in the place that is so devoid of sound. She

moves along the wall until she feels something smoother than

the brick wall that she has been slding her hands across.

A smooth surface with two small, square like protrusions, and

indentations that are small and feel like lettering. A light

switch mounted on the wall. She flips one knob up and the

lights for the action block buzz and light up with life.

She curses herself silently as she sees the room

light up a little through the door that she had left open,

so that a little moon light could help her see in the room.

If anyone was out there, they would now know that she was

in there and she could be caught again if their were more

then one. If there was only one she could over power him or

her with her martial arts. She was a brown belt in Shotokan

after all. She quickly moves her finger to the other switch

and flips it, the room lights up and what she sees frightens

her. Cages. Cages are lining the walls on the sides of the

small room, as if it were storage for the items to be sold.

Ropes, tapes, and other devices hang on hooks that are

embedded into the walls, and on shelves that are affixed to

the walls. She had to wonder if she was held here while she

was inconscious. The horror of what she is seeing made her

forget about switching the action blick lights off. At

least there was no one in the cages.

A grey door stands by the light switches mounted

on the wall. Jennifer swallows as the fear and anticipatrion

of what could be on the pther side siezes her mind. She

reaches out for the silver door knob with her right hand,

then turns it slowly. The door creaks open and another

darkened room reveals itself. A few desks could be seen in

the little light that passes into the room from the previous.

Desks mean that there could be documents, and documents mean

that there could be clues, or at least there could be a

flashlight inside or on one of them. She looks around for

a light switch in this new room and finds one right by her

at the entrance to the room The light blinks on and the room

comes into full view.

There were indeed desks lined in rows. Many had

family portraits of the employees that worked at them. The

thought that they might be the ones in charge of the paper

work makes Jennifer's heart skip a beat. She may find out

what she wants to know here. The first desk she moves to has

a computer on it as well as a few personal bobbles of the

person that sits at it. She first lookes in one of the left

side desk drawers, the top one, to search for something

useful to her. She wants to put these people away, so she

needs evidence. She thinks, "Jackpot!" as she finds some

expense reports for numerous supplies that includes rope,

tape, different gags, including ball, panel, muzzle, ring,

and spider gags, and other bondage related items. This would

not prove that something was going on illegally here. Bondage

after all, wasn't an illegal activity, but the paper may help

prove her case once she finds more evidence.

Suddenly she hears a noise. A door creaks open in

the background and she swallows hard and her breath becomes

quicker and deeper as she turns. Before she can fully turn

she hears something that scares her. "Don't move. If you do

then I'll fire." She hears foot steps getting closer to her

and she clenches her eyes shut tightly. If only it was a bad

dream she could wake up but this is reality. The person walks

into her view and she sees a woman with brown hair, pointing

a gun at her. The woman looked to be of Asian decent. Her

accent was more middle American so she was probably born in

the US. The woman had nice shapely legs, accented by nude

colored pantyhose, that becomes hidden by a black miniskirt

that ends at her thighs and begins at her waist. A white

buttoned up blouse with short sleeves adorns the woman's

torso. On her feet are black heels and her brown hair is tied

into a tight bun at the back of her head. "You're the little

snoop that turned on the outside lights? Looks like we have a

little volunteer for our sacrifice tonight."

The woman stood there holding a gun to jennifer who

had been caught. She cursed herself as she puts her hands

into the air in surrender. She didn't know what the woman

had meant by her being a sacrifice, but that didn't sound

like it was the ideal situation. She doesn't say a word and

just looks at the woman with a look of hatred. She keeps her

eyes on Jennifer and lowers her left hand to a small radio,

in a hosler on her waist, and brings it up to her lips. Her

thumb presses the button and a burst of static is heard

before silence. The woman began to speak. "An intruder has

been caught in the east wing office by the holding pens. I

have her at gun point. Bring restraints. We'll keep her alive

for the sake of our Lord and Master." The woman grins as she

holsters the radio and steps closer to Jennifer. Jennifer

remains silent. In her mind, her captor isn't worthy of the

sound of insults that she may concider compliments.

The question on who this Lord and Master person

may be at away at Jennifer's mind however. Her thoughs were

broken by the sound of the woman's voice. "Don't be scared.

Being a sacrifice for Lord Drekavac is an honor of the

highest regard." The woman grins and stops a few feet from

Jennifer. Drekavac? She had never heard that name before.

A laugh is invoked by the Asian woman after the she sees

the obvious look of question on Jennifer's face. "I see that

you are curious about him. Lord Drekavac was born from the

souls of unbaptised children that were slain, wheter by

natural, or unnatural causes. He was sealed away quite some

time ago. This little slave market, is a front to mask his

resurrection back into the human realm." The woman explains.

Her explination is cut a little short as a man

comes in wearing what looks to be a black suit and red tie.

A mask on his head, that looks to be made of latex, was a

flesh color that had no distingushable features. "Ahh.

Here's one of his worshipers now." The woman said as the man

approaches Jennifer holding a roll of silver duct tape in his

hand. "Be a good girl and strip for him, before we can truss

you up, you need to look more like a sacrifice." The woman

grins a bit and holds the gun closer to get her point across

to Jennifer that she better not think about doing anything

foolish. Heaving a defeated sigh< Jennifer nods and slowly

crosses her arms at her belly and grips the hem of her blue

tank top that left her navel visible. She slowly pulls it up.

Soon it is off and thrown to the floor. Jennifer's arms cross

over her white bra to hide it from the two. The white bra was

strapless and had a smalk pink bow between the cups. "Is this

good or do you want me to strip fully?" Jennifer asked with

a hiss of anger.

The woman with the gun shakes her head. "Your

shorts." She saud and motions with her free hand for Jennifer

to remove her tan cargo shorts as well. Another defeated sigh

and Jennifer moves her hands down slowly. "This is my

chance." Jennifer thinks to herself and suddenly shifts her

weight onto her left foot. Her right swings up in a round

kick to knock the gun from the woman's hand. She yelps in

surprise as the gun falls to the ground and a shot fires on

impact. Another curse runs through Jennifer's mind at her bad

luck. Her right foot touches the grouns and she pivots on it,

then turns a full circle. he back of the heel on her left

foot hits the woman's cheek as she Jennifer throws up a back'

kick. The woman falls to the floor and grabs her face in

pain. Those Shotokan lessons sure have paid off. Jennifer

turns to the strange masked man, in a front stance with her

hands balled into fists at chest level. She didn't care that

her small b-cupped bra was in full view. She had bigger

problems than that right now.

"If you let me go, I'll just walk away and won't

tell anyone about this." She pleads with the man. She knew

that the gun shot would draw more attention that she didn't

want to get. The man just shakes his headand steps closer.

The woman writhing on the ground shouts for the man to get

her and to not let her get away. "Well if that's how you want

it." The redhead locks her green eyes onto the man and throws

a straight punch for his face. Her left fist hits but seems

that her strike had no effect on him. In fact, he didn't even

budge from her hit. Instead he grabs her wrist and pushes it

away. "What the hell?" She asks and grows fearful. What kind

of man is he? Any normal man would have been bleeding, or

shouting in pain at the very least. "Lord Drekavac has given

him power. You can't hope to beat him as a mere human." The

woman on the floor chimes in and Picks up the gun. More

masked men show up and Jennifer knows no that she should

surrender. There was no way that she could take them all on,

and avoid what ever bullet may be fired at her. Jennifer

moves her hands to her shorts, and they fall to the floor

shortly after. Her white cotton panties are revealed. They

match her bra with that cute little pink bow.

Jennfer's shoes and socks go next and she turns.

Her wrists cross behind her, at the small of her back as the

woman had ordered her to do. Jennifer closes her eyes as she

hears the ripping of the tape from the roll, and feels the

sticky adhesive of the tape as it winds around her wrists

several times before it is broken and smoothed. She hears

more of the ripping and feels her albows hetting clutched and

forced to touch, She groans in discomfort as more of the tape

is wound just above her elbows to keep them in the touching,

and uncomfortable, position. Next her arms are pinned to her

back as the tape winds around her body, below her breasts.

Then the tape is switched to wrapping above them. After the

tape is broken and smoothed, her wrists are pinned to her

back as the tape winds around her body, over her navel. she

hated the feeling of helplessness. "Bind her legs too." The

woman tells the masked men. Hands are placed on her shoulders'

to help her balance as her legs are forced together. More

of the silvery tape revolves around her ankles. Several winds

and then the tape is broken. Next her knees are trussed.

Tape wraps above and belo her knees. The her thighs. A few

inches below the crotch of her white panties, the tape winds

round and round. Jennifer was quite immobile now.

"let's not forget the gag." The woman said as she

approaches Jennifer from behind. "I want this woman's mouth

packed as full as it can be before the tape is wrapped around

her head." The woman orders the masked men. There were many

of them and each produced a white wadded up ball of cloth

from their pockets. Jennifer closes her mouth tightly and

starts to thrash in her bonds. She refuses to let them gag

her. Tey would have to force her to do it. The woman laughs

and pinches Jennifer's nose. Jennifer laughs to herself and

cracks her lips slightly to take in air. She wasn't stupid

enough to hold her breath until she gasped for air, but it

seems that the little crack was all that was needed. She

feels fingers getting pushed into her mouth. Before she could

bite down on them, her mouth was pried open. The first wad

gets pushed in, and worked between her teeth and left cheek.

The next gets worked in by that one. Her left cheek looks

severely swollen now. The next few get packed into her right

cheek and it takes on a bulg of its own. The last two wads

are placed int he center, behind her teeth and over her

tongue. Sje can't close her mouth and any speech she tried,

would be severely muffled and distorted my the massave

packing that her gag used. She would have trouble spitting

it out as well. The tape winds about her head and over her

forced open lips several times. "Now yo9u are ready to be

taken to the alter." The woman said with an evil grin.

Jennifer is being carried over one of the masked

men's shoulder. Her rear was nicely presented in the air. She

struggles in her bonds as they walk down a dark corridor. She

feels fear as she hears chanting echoing through the hallway.

The chanting was in a language that she had never heard

before. "Ahh the Slavic prayer of Drekavac. Such a lovely

sound." The woman said. The chanting becomes louder as they

draw closer. Soon Jennifer finds herself in a giant dome made

of grey stones. Everyone is wearing a black robe that covers

any and all features. The woman's voice can be heard over the

chanting. "You'll be the final sacrifice for Lord Drekavac's

resurrection. He was born of children's souls and will be

revived by that of a young, pure maiden." Wait. How did they

know that Jennifer was still a virgin? Did they check her the

first time she was brought here? Te thought infuriates her

and she begins her thrashes anew, but to no avail.

Jennifer is laid onto a stone alter, ontop her back

and bound arms. Small white straps are pulled tightly over

her shoulders, chest, waist, thighs, and ankles to ensure

that she can't roll off of the alter. Red candles that burned

with black flames circled the alter and the air was thick,

hard to breathe. The onr leading the chant silences and turns

to face Jennifer. "Our sacrifice had graciously come." He

shouts as a blade is pulled from his sleeve. The handle

is gripped tightly. The blade is golden in color. "Fear not,

child. You will not die. You will live on for eternity as

part of Lord Drekavac. Fear seizes Jennifer and her breath

quickens She thrashes in her bonds but it seems that there

will be no last second rescue, or knight in shining armor.

A tear rolls down Jennifer's cheek as she goves a pleading

look at the man as he holds the blade high above his head,

in both hands. Her please is ignored and she feels the blade

bury into her left breast.

Blood begins to flow and she shrieks in pain. She

can feel her life draining from her body. As she fades, a

figure starts to appear before her. The figure was tall and

lanky. His head was slightly larger than it should be and he

was bald with no facial features. He seemd to be wearing a

black suit and red tie, the same as the men that had caught

her. She heard a voice in her mind. The voice calmed and

soothed her. "You will be as a part of me." She watches as

his bony hand moves to her chest, over the dagger. Suddenly

she sees her own body and her hand...

That wasn't her hand. It was the bony one, the hand of

Drekavac. She knew now that she was part of the children's

souls that made up his body. She watches as her vision turns

from her own body to the crowd that worshiped him. Screams

and cries erupt from the crowd as the lot of them burst into

flames. They run and scream as they bash into one another,

and all Jennifer can do is watch. The world was indeed in for

dark times now, and Jennifer had no choice but to be a

witness, with no control over the destruction that will soon

swallow the Earth, now that Drekavac has been reborn,