Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Descent: Child of Shadows ❯ Chapter 20

Descent, Childe of Shadows

 

The Lady Diana reclined on the couch, the lovely blonde studying the figure who was kneeling before her. "So, our pet killers are ready?" she asked, reaching up to stroke the brand on her cheek almost absentmindedly.

 

"Yes, m'lady," Grace moaned softly, shivering at the touch of a hand on her clothes covered breast. Sitting at the end of the couch one of the Lady's many slaves was nearly wrapped around her body, kissing the back of her neck as her hands roamed freely.

 

Diana looked amused as she saw her black haired lieutenant being ravaged by the gorgeous young girl, sipping from a glass of red wine as she watched it. "What do you expect them to do?" she asked calmly, pleased at her servant's work.

 

"None of them are known for their impulse control," Grace croaked, her throat tight with desire. Clearing it she continued, "I suspect that they'll simply go out and begin killing... that will draw both Descent and the Sister out." She bit back a moan as her full breasts were squeezed, skilled fingers unerringly seeking out her nipples.

 

Taking another slow sip Diana set the glass on a tray help by a leather bound slave girl, the older woman gorgeous in her tight bondage. "We'll have the police officers we own stay clear," she mused, "any do-gooders that remain in the force can be cannon fodder for our pets."

 

"We'll need," Grace bit back a moan as her nipple was tugged and pinched, "containment on several levels. I'd suggest a death cult cover story..."

 

"Not bad," Diana said after a moment of reflection, "and a mournful statement from the mayor's office, regretting the incident and saluting the brave, fallen police officers."

 

"Mmmmmph," the leather clad figure nodded the very little that her bondage costume would allow, the corset and gloves tying her arms back, pinching her body, straps making her flesh bulge. A long leather skirt brutally hugged her legs together making walking incredibly difficult and regular steps impossible.

 

"Yes, Madame Mayor?" Diana said mockingly, reaching up to grasp the wadded up panties that had been stuffed into her mouth and pulling them free with a wet pop.

 

"Yes," the mayor breathed out weakly, "I'll do whatever you say madam."

 

"Of course you will," Diana looked amused as she ran a hand up the mayors thigh, "and maybe if you're very good, I'll give you to Selene for a night."

 

"I'd like that," the mayor blushed, looking more than a little humiliated by her treatment. Of course that was part of what got her off, the helplessness and control being exorcised on her, the embarrassment of her situation. Part of her knew she should break free... but an even larger part was drawn to this life.

 

Grace bit back a gasp as a sleep hand slid beneath her shirt, caressing her bare belly then sliding up to stroke across her bra covered breasts. "There are," she looked up at Diana a bit dazedly, "certain administrative matters I have to deal with... may I go?"

 

Diana watched a few moments as the slave slowly worked on eroding her lovely lieutenant's composure. "You hate losing control, don't you?" she purred as she ran a hand up the mayor's ass. "One of these days I must have sweet Rachel bring you to orgasm in front of me," but she added regretfully, "though not today. You may go."

 

With a sigh of relief Grace pulled free from her lover, "Thank you."

 

As Grace was leaving she heard the mayor ask in a soft whisper, "Why mistress... why did you do that to my daughter?"

 

"Why did I make her into one of my slaves?" Diana responded. She sounded amused, "To show you I can, of course. To make you understand that I own you, the spawn of your loins and anything else I want."

 

Grace fought down a shudder as the door closed, straightening out her clothes as she strode down the hall of the mansion. It was in moments like this she was most tempted to try to strike out at the lady, to kill the puppet master, but she held herself back. No matter how vulnerable Diana might seen Grace knew there were defenses ready to act, to kill any attempted assassin.

 

"Ma'am," Lina nodded from where she waited at the end of the hall, the younger redhead's expression kept perfectly blank.

 

Grace strongly suspected that Lina knew what had just happened in Diana's chambers, and her fists itched to wipe that look off her face... "Do we have someone stationed at the Daughters?" she asked, getting down to business.

 

"One of the regulars, Jasmine, has agreed to let us know if any of our Hunters make a move on the club," Lina said promptly, falling into step beside Grace as they walked to the stairs and down into the main entrance way.

 

"I'm surprised," Grace said after taking a moment to match the name up to a face, "I thought she was loyal to the club and that police officer she's dating." From what she remembered the beautiful escort worked out of the apartments behind the Daughters, the nearly human woman providing exotic dates for a price.

 

"I suspect she's doing it out of that loyalty to the club," Lina said as she nodded to one of the guards at the door, the two leaving into the afternoon sunlight, "she knows we'll stop the assassins if they do try to hit the club."

 

Grace walked over to the red sports car, climbing into the passengers seat as Lina took the wheel. "Of course it also gives us leverage over her," Grace purred.

 

"Exactly," Lina said with satisfaction as she took the wheel, turning the key and starting it up. "Where to first?" she asked respectfully.

 

"Drive," Grace said as she pulled her cellphone out. The car smoothly left the circular drive and into the green hills around the city as she dialed, "Selene, it's Grace. Are the new batch of slaves ready to ship out?"

 

"Of course," Selene purred and Grace could easily imagine the satisfied look on the lush redhead's face. A sorceress and seductress Selene was very good at what she did, not to mention taking great pleasure in her work. "I've put the binding enchantments in place, as well as... broken them in just a bit," she finished.

 

"Make sure the ones who were virgin stay virginal," Grace put some iron in her voice, "the Lady would be very displeased if her customers were disappointed...."

 

"Don't worry, I was careful," Selene hastened to say just a bit fearfully. "They're ready to be shipped out tonight," she added.

 

"Good," Grace nodded, "Descent and her friends should be busy with the hunters, but take the usual precautions." Hanging up she noticed they were at the edge of the city, the houses stretching out in organized grids.

 

"We've made good time," Lina explained, "do we head for the office or...?"

 

Grace hesitated, looking out the window. The merciless teasing of the girl still pulsed in her blood, her desire humming like a cord in her. She wanted, needed, some relief no matter what she might want to think, and soon. Reluctantly she said, "We'll need to stop in one of the houses first... then head to the office."

 

There was a little flash of surprise on Lina's pretty face, but she mastered it after only a second or so. "Of course, ma'am," she said, taking a turn by pure instinct. "Is there one you'd prefer?" she asked respectfully.

 

"Patricia knows me pretty well," Grace answered her with just a trace of reluctance, "it'd be best, I think."

 

"Ma'am," Lina nodded taking a route that she knew from being a bagman for the organization not that long ago.

 

Grace gave Lina a look, wondering what was going on behind those oddly calm eyes. "You don't seem too surprised," she noted.

 

Lina looked forward, keeping her eyes focused on the road ahead. "There have been some rumors," she conceded after a moment.

 

"I'm not surprised," Grace said, feeling a flash of irritation.

 

Lina looked at her sideways a moment, then hesitantly said, "Ma'am.... if you wish, I could take care of that for you myself."

 

Grace actually raised her eyebrow in surprise. "Do you really know what you're getting into?" she asked, studying Lina with interest.

 

Lina's voice was faintly husky as she said, "I think so, ma'am."

 

Grace smiled slightly, quickly making up her mind. "Pull over," she said quietly, "and call the office... I think we'll be a while."

 

To be continued...