Step Into My Office, Won't You?
Jul 2, 2008 0:04:35 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2008 0:04:35 GMT -5
It had been a little too easy to accomplish, really: Kurai had sent ten soldiers into New Morilanta with orders to find out who could get her into the Royal Court of evil. Thanks to loose lips in the taverns and inns, Kurai had found her way to the residence of one Saul Dardan.
Supposedly he was the Elite Torturer of the Royal Court, information that pleased the two-Mind greatly, as she rather enjoyed the company of other sadists. And, occasionally, they did not mind some fun and games (with herself as the game master, naturally). She would have to be careful, though: Sadists never appreciated being jerked around for long. Yes, Kurai would have to play this carefully indeed.
But then, she did so love a challenge, as long as it turned to her favor.
It had been easy, too easy, to find a young female servant in Saul's residence to bribe; the poor thing was short and rather plain, not to mention timid and fearful of punishment. Gentle words, five silver pieces (stolen from around town by her soldiers), and the promise on Evil's name that Kurai would not reveal who let her in had swayed her.
"This is Master Dardan's office," the servant girl whispered, opening the door for Kurai. "Please, your promise-"
Kurai laid a red-painted nail on the girl's lips. "I gave my word," she said, sliding her hand over the girl's cheek to the back of her neck. "You've done well, little one, and you have my gratitude."
With her other hand, she gave over the silver, then pulled the servant forward for a slow, deep kiss, the searing, knee-melting kind that always made Khao moan and fall helplessly limp, and this girl was no different: She started quivering as soon as Kurai's lips touched hers, and she moved rather shakily once the two-Mind had turned her loose.
Smiling triumphantly, Kurai slid into the office, closed the door, and surveyed the area. Very grand, in a militant way, with a nice desk and some books with different labels. The woman picked up one titled "Rin-Gu", made a note of it, then set it aside for one that was obviously well-used.
Kurai flicked off some dried blood from the cover, faced the doors, nonchalantly leaned her behind against the desk, and started reading.
Supposedly he was the Elite Torturer of the Royal Court, information that pleased the two-Mind greatly, as she rather enjoyed the company of other sadists. And, occasionally, they did not mind some fun and games (with herself as the game master, naturally). She would have to be careful, though: Sadists never appreciated being jerked around for long. Yes, Kurai would have to play this carefully indeed.
But then, she did so love a challenge, as long as it turned to her favor.
It had been easy, too easy, to find a young female servant in Saul's residence to bribe; the poor thing was short and rather plain, not to mention timid and fearful of punishment. Gentle words, five silver pieces (stolen from around town by her soldiers), and the promise on Evil's name that Kurai would not reveal who let her in had swayed her.
"This is Master Dardan's office," the servant girl whispered, opening the door for Kurai. "Please, your promise-"
Kurai laid a red-painted nail on the girl's lips. "I gave my word," she said, sliding her hand over the girl's cheek to the back of her neck. "You've done well, little one, and you have my gratitude."
With her other hand, she gave over the silver, then pulled the servant forward for a slow, deep kiss, the searing, knee-melting kind that always made Khao moan and fall helplessly limp, and this girl was no different: She started quivering as soon as Kurai's lips touched hers, and she moved rather shakily once the two-Mind had turned her loose.
Smiling triumphantly, Kurai slid into the office, closed the door, and surveyed the area. Very grand, in a militant way, with a nice desk and some books with different labels. The woman picked up one titled "Rin-Gu", made a note of it, then set it aside for one that was obviously well-used.
Kurai flicked off some dried blood from the cover, faced the doors, nonchalantly leaned her behind against the desk, and started reading.