80 Visiting (1/2)
Blood drenched hands can be seen behind my back as I float in the void space created by the fleeing troops, as I watch the few survivors terror stricken faces I smile knowing they will relay the intended message to their leaders. Appearing from the shadows is the slim and sexy Eleanor, watching her become visible I notice she brought along another girl.
”You never allow anyone to follow you as you stay in my shadow, have you and Trish become the best of friends?” I ask rather than searching her mind for the answer. Looking at me she smiles as she brings the young girl forward. ”She is my successor, I know that you will try your best to protect us but I am here to die for you so I have trained many to replace me if I should ever die. She has shown the most promise in absolute obedience towards you, so like me she will obey any and every command be it the most disgusting or the kindest. I and the unit trained by me are tools for you to use for any purpose.” Gesturing with her hands to the field littered with the bodies of the dead.
Smiling I turn to the young girl who likes to be treated rough while having sex, so much so that I made sure to explore everyone of her holes. No emotion can be seen on her face the same as Eleanor, walking with my back towards the dead they both merged back into my shadow.
The similarly slim and sexy young girl mimics Eleanor to the best of her ability even wearing all black, as she wears gear suited for her role as an assassin.
”Eleanor are you sure me being her is alright? Won't the others take offence?” Trish said as she and Eleanor appear in a world filled with a table a bed and a few chairs. This is Eleanor's personal world she created after much difficulty, filled with the things she uses when inside my shadow.
”Worry not he does not care he knew you were here the whole time, when your bond with him become stronger you will be able to see his twisted thoughts. He just likes to tease us whenever he can or to mess with new wives, also you should know among us wives those not from this realm treat a select few like 'Gods' that is because they rule the realm were we came from!”
”So although Dashnell may treat us equal it is hard for us who worshiped the Guardian race for generations, I try not let it affect me but they will always be my masters and I live to die for them. As for you and the others you are to live and serve Dashnells every need even if he treats us so kind, I will never allow anyone of us to overstep her bounds unless she is a Guardian! Remember this well Trish.”
Trish looks Eleanor into the eyes with a smile as very few could ever get the silent beauty to talk unless they brought up new ways to lure out more of Dashnells lust. She knew very well that among the many wives the Guardians stood at the top, even if they never abused this position of power no one would say anything if they did. Above the Guardians are a select few that rule does not apply to those few are Lady Eleanor, Kiera, Samara, Valara, Tia, Teressa, Verena, Samantha, Heather, Sophia and the human twins as well as Elise and Anna. They alone have even more control than Dashnell.
While below them is everyone else fighting each other, stealing other girls methods to entice Dashnell as well as being extremely creative and bold in what they would do or 'not do' to please him. She knew this best as she was slowly becoming if not already a complete masochist, and she knew Dashnell loved every bit of it. Thinking of what will happen in the bed just behind her she reaches up to grip the collar she wears as drool and lust start to fill her mind, Trish could swear she heard his voice just now telling her how he will treat her like the dog in heat she is once he finishes his task.
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Thinking of her grandmother Hera lay alone in the room as the door is still being bombarded with knocking.
Hera rubbing a small orb, a memento from her grandmother the same grandmother that told her that a prince would come to save her from all her troubles if they are ever to come. She never believe these stories as a child but her grandmother would always cheer her up with the stories of the prince, like how he was overwhelmed by madness at the loss of his love that he choose to watch over even after she fell in love with another man. The time he ventured into the dark abyss of the void slaying untold numbers of monsters for his servent before taking her as his wife, when she heard her prince to be already had a wife she would frown, she always told her grandma she would steal his heart away from all the others no matter what.