Narcisa put on a negligee to pretend to be sleeping at this hour of the night, and her haggard appearance would also help sell the disguise. The only problem was that their clothes were a little too provocative to receive this specific guest in waiting, but she was looking forward to being raped, so she instinctively chose an outfit aimed for after she dealt with this nuisance.
"Countessa Narcisa?" Inquisitor Pierre "Iron Mask" Kaplan mumbled in astonishment as his eyes fell upon the gorgeously elegant woman before him. The pious man wore austere black robes of the devout, and a blood red, stole-style, religious scarf with gold flair to indicate his position in the Inquisition, but under that, he and his men had the usual gambeson for personal protection.
An extreme contrast to the noblewoman who wore so little her clothes could be blown by the wind once removed from her elegantly feminine body.
"Was that a question?" she questioned in an extremely irritated tone.
The Inquisitor was both surprised to see her wearing this outfit and also that she was completely unharmed. But he wouldn't let a mere half-naked beauty stop a seasoned hunter of Evil from finishing his job. There were always lives at stake whenever an Inquisitor was involved.
"Why did you run away from your search?" he inquired, his eyes staring solely at her own red eyes and absolutely nowhere else. His men also knew better than to stare at a noblewoman, and especially at this short-tempered one.
But all the armor she needed were her words. "Is that enough to sic the Inquistors on me? I was looking for the murderer of my dear Sir Frederik, not to fight a monster in The Slums. I may be a von Rubenflamme, but I'm no fighter."
Seeing her tight defense, the Inquistor went for the throat, "Countessa Narcisa… you should hand us the jewel."
Now this truly enraged the belligerent woman, so she struck back, "I've already sent word to my family that there's an Inquisitor pestering me about it. If it ever disappears from my possession, you better prepare for us to question you. Now, I'm returning to my sleep." And she unceremoniously turned around and closed the gate on their faces.
Iron Mask certainly looked the part as his face remained unmoving, but his eyes told of his internal rage. "The Warrior of Flame will greet you one day, Countessa…" he grimly prophetized in his own thoughts. Though he'd welcome friends and visitors warmly, the Warrior was more famous for burning so much Evil he started a new Era.
But Narcisa could easily imagine what he was thinking. She had made no attempt to keep the holy man out of her trail because she didn't care. Seeing his fashion sense, she believed the man was impotent (to stop her, but also in bed), but that was only because of her noble birth. She was untouchable in both senses until she went too far, or rather, until someone knew she had gone too far.
Nobody but her (and perhaps now Alistar and Shayla) knew the true danger of the jewel, so of course she'd brag about her treasure as much as she wanted but would also make damn sure that nobody could investigate its true power. As long as things didn't spiral out of control, she was safe… as long as they didn't spiral out of control.
But now she was eagerly walking back towards her mansion as she couldn't wait to be raped, so things were definitely way out of her control. They didn't spiral out… yet, and now the only person who had any control of anything was Alistar.
The young man was still euphoric over his victory and sudden acquisition of power, so it was still too early to tell how well he'd settle into this new reality. Narcisa knew nothing about him, except that he enjoyed rape and was a thief, but… the fact that he survived Frederik, converted another woman, feasted twice without going insane, stole weapons from the Enforcers, and then even managed to steal part of her soul, it was all proof he was a strong man. The wound on her chest caused by the blessed stake certainly helped him a lot winning that fight, but it still seemed unlikely she'd have won against both of them.
As she walked back into the mansion, her overactive and restless mind immediately began to ponder upon ways she could help her new master manage his curse better. There seemed to be nuances in the powers acquired between the three of them, and each unique power has a "payment method," but the most obvious way for a man to control his "urges" is… exactly through using a woman's body as he pleased. And so she guessed that getting raped would have more than uses than just punishment.
Yes, the rape. Can't forget about the rape. She was going to be raped by the first time, after all, so it'd be better if she focused on the rape right now. She wouldn't want anything to ruin her first rape.
Shayla waited for her inside the mansion, and she had a sensible expression of satisfaction in her face, already savoring the idea of the rape. "Master wishes for you to wash yourself before we start. He's already in the men's bath himself," the cat girl dutifully relayed.
"How thoughtful of him," Narcisa quietly sneered.
But the kitten was feeling rather sadistic, and her pretty smile turned even darker. "Can't have his piece of fuckable meat be smelling bad during his meal."
The Countessa was starting to get peeved, though. It was ruining the mood of her first rape. "Is that my new nickname?" she questioned dryly.
But she immediately regretted such unprotected question. "Be careful so he doesn't turn this into your real one."
"I thought you were a cat, not a dog obeying that young thief," the red woman failed at containing herself, as had happened throughout her whole life.
Then she didn't actually regret it so much. "Also know that I'll be joining him in raping you."
Countessa felt surprised and confused. She'd never been touched by a woman before, so she didn't know how to take this. Neither of the two had, actually, and they certainly didn't feel any attraction for each other, it was just that their minds were filled with rape, and the idea of breaking even more taboos sounded almost as sweet as feasting on human flesh.
But… was it really rape if she wanted it? One might wonder if she only desired this now that she had part of her soul stolen, but was that really true? Countessa would immediately say "yes, it's true," but her heart wasn't so sure. Sure, Frederik was her Thrall, but the things the two did in private might've indicated a preference for a… "dangerous" type of bed activity.
Narcisa's mind was gradually becoming an even bigger maelstrom than it already was due to the increasing number of these self-doubting thoughts. The curse had changed her once, and now the missing soul was changing her again. But she'd find no rest to let it settle as Shayla wished to satisfy her sadism.
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"I can wash myself!" the red woman shouted embarrassedly. Being touched by another woman made her feel like a virgin again.
"Yes, but I want to wash you and explore your body for Master," Shayla mischievously replied, clearly enjoying torturing the new slave of her master.
It was unbecoming of a von Rubenflamme to be so easily flustered, so the red woman resigned herself to her fate. "What even is-… argh! Do as you please."
And the kitten grinned and did nothing except everything that she wanted to do to the fiery woman's slender body. She wasn't much of a help in washing the Countessa, but she did find all of the more sensitive parts and how much she reacted to a variety of touches. She didn't believe their master was going to be a brute and inflict only pain -the way he played with Shayla's clit said he enjoyed giving pleasure more- so she wanted to help him break their victim with a mere delicate touch.
When they were done, Alistar was already waiting on the bed, and Narcisa still blushed heavily, but was also disgusted at the things the other woman had just done to her.
"Did you two have fun in the bath? It seems my hearing improved so much I could hear suspicious sounds," the young man questioned eagerly. His cock was very hard and just as eager as him, the mystery of what they were doing in the bath stimulated his imagination in ways he only dreamed about before.
And his loyal kitten bowed like a servant as she confessed, "I was inspecting her body for you, Master. Let me help you play around with her."
"Ooh…! Thank you, my Shayla. I'll definitely ask for your help with this," he happily replied, deeply satisfied. He was quickly getting used to having her care for his needs as if he was a natural blue blood.
"I just realized I don't know your name," Narcisa stated in a dull, unenergetic tone. She was undecided for a moment whether being raped by a nameless thief was better or worse, but it wouldn't make much of a difference in the end, and she'd have to learn his name anyway.
"I'm Alistar," he hummed politely then pulled out his hard, massive cock, its sight so amazing that Shayla reminisced when it stirred her insides. "Alistar Rouge, but you shall refer to me as 'Master' from now on. Now, get on you knees and service me."
Her face twitched as she attempted to smile and scowl at the same time. "Yes… Master…" she answered, her will non-existent, and simply fell to her knees.
Shayla almost fell to hers too but she remembered it wasn't her turn, unfortunately. Still, she could not let Narcisa be the first to taste him, so she promptly sat on her knees in a cute pose, pushing her arms together to make her (considerably larger than Narcisa's) soft breasts pop out, and begged with all of her sensuous charm, "Master, I haven't tasted your cock yet, so please let me be first."
And the nouveau-Master readily accepted this. There had to be a hierarchy between his slaves, and Shayla was indubitably at the top.
"That's true. You may do as you please while the Countessa watches," he declared while gently shaking his cock, and a drip of pre-cum slid down its long shaft until it rested upon one of his long fingers.
Both women felt a desire to lick his hand and then have it play with their sensitive parts, but they wouldn't dare request such a thing before the Master had his balls rightfully drained.
The Countessa recovered from her lust first because she remembered this situation was supposed to offend the noblewoman. To be second to a Dweller? Inconceivable, yet the humiliation was making her aroused too, and this also scared her, deepening the maelstrom within her heart.
"It's my turn to. I don't wish to wait."
"Silence, whore, or I'll gag you. Are you eager to be raped? Well, learn patience for Shayla is my favorite."
And the kitten smiled as the cock slowly disappeared into her mouth while the fiery woman quietly glared. Both sights aroused Alistar. He was sure that the crazy woman (he meant it pejoratively, so this time he's talking about Countessa, not Shayla) felt some sort of perverse satisfaction from this, too, so he felt not guilt in his love of being hated by his hated former enemy, and his crazy lover (not pejorative, so Shayla) also seemed to love this hate and how he loved to be hated. In essence, it all worked out, somehow.
But Shayla never had sucked a cock before, let alone one this big, and struggled at first to fit it in her mouth. She has a friend who taught her many things from the way of life of a prostitute, so she was prepared to venture into this quest about pleasing her Master. Alistar never had his cock sucked before, let alone by an experienced woman, so everything his beloved did was amazing, and it only got better with time.
Better, harder, faster, stronger. No, it's not a song, but Shayla did learn a rhythm to her sucking while slowly sinking the cock further into her mouth as she unconsciously wanted him to always cum as deep as he could inside her. And she maintained deep eye contact with her master to make sure he knew of her intentions, so of course he obliged and came hard.
Even with his kind warning, she still choked and spilled some of it onto the carpeted floor.
"Clean it," he ordered sternly, and she obeyed before her shock passed. It was her fault she spilled it, but this reminded her that he was no pushover and would punish her just like he would Countessa if she stepped out of her line.
And it aroused her.
She obediently licked the floor and sucked to pull out every drop, no matter how dirty it was. But it was too dirty for a residence of a noblewoman.
Still, she swallowed with a grimace then grumbled to her junior, "Countessa… you need to call upon your maids to clean this place."
"Don't worry. Once she spills her load she'll make sure every floor is clean," the Master reassured as he understood why his beloved favorite made such a disgusted expression.
"Another slight," Narcisa hissed quietly.
But he had no patience for her (non-sexual) moaning. "Quiet. It's your turn now."
"Already?" she blurt out in surprise, but it was true that he wasn't getting soft.
"I'll cum inside you many times tonight," he growled. He was neither threatening nor predicting the future, he was making it. "Now," he added after seeing that she wasn't moving.
She became afraid of his anger and turned obedient, so she fell on her knees in a similar pose to Shayla's (but without the power of juicy breasts squished together), and copied her movements, swallowing his cock as best as she could, which wasn't that skillful. She never performed oral on Frederik as it was beneath her, and preferred to let him be on his knees for his Mistress.
Then she realized she was tasting Shayla's saliva mixed with Alistar's bitter cum and gagged. The sound and throat vibration pleased Alistar, but he felt offended at her clear revulsion, so he grabbed her head and pushed her further in.
"Don't puke," he ordered, and Narcisa did her best not to.
He didn't want to be merciful, but he didn't want her to actually puke, so he measured his strength and let her breathe, but then he saw how her eyes watered and she panted as she recovered, and the Evil in him laughed perversely. Clearly less enthusiastic or skilled than his favorite, it took a while for him to feel real pleasure, but he made do with sadistic pleasure, keeping him on edge until the fiery woman learned how to properly suck cock.
Maybe she would've learned it faster if Shayla didn't tease her body. The Countessa was molested and fingered against her will while unable to complain, her mouth and a gradually increasing part of her throat full of cock, but any word she said would've only made it worse. Still, she endured because she was a strong woman, and then choked hard as Alistar came without warning down her throat.
Try as she might, she couldn't keep it all in, so she too was sadistically forced to suck cum out of the dusty carpet. Even her pride wouldn't stop her from hiring a maid now.
But it wasn't over. After Alistar ordered Shayla to lick her fingers, wet with Narcisa's arousal, the second slave was unceremoniously mounted and penetrated by the beast. Finally, the real rape had started.
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