Chapter 4

Cassianna lifted her hand, watching as her ladies-in-waiting rushed to her side, eager to do her bidding. Of course they were eager, if they weren't they were punished. "The water grows tepid. Fetch more."

She never asked, she never needed to. Now that she thought of it, the last time she'd asked for anything had been from her father. Pompous, arrogant bastard that he was. She'd seen him last when he'd hung from his tongue and nipples, his toes barely brushing the rocky ground. He'd screamed over and over. It had made her smile. Even the memory of those screams sent a shiver of pleasure through her. They had been worth the time that she'd had to spend with Calder, working as his second, learning every art of torture and finding she enjoyed it all. The magic had been a second gift. That girl had ruined everything, taking Calder's sword and his life, skulking away in the night with some of Calder's slaves. That red-haired bitch... !

She shook away those thoughts. "You." She picked one of the women with one red tipped finger and motioned for her to come next to her bath. "I don't remember seeing you before."

"You ordered my father to bring me to you, lady."

"Strip."

"Excuse me, lady?" She glanced around as she heard the gasps given by the other ladies.

"That was your once. Question me again and I will have your father and mother taken to the commons and have the flesh stripped from their backs. Now strip and make it quick, before I grow bored." Cassianna's pale blue eyes sparkled as she watched the young girl begin to pull her clothing from her body.

Her breasts were large and lush, her nipples quickly growing hard. They were light brown and sat high upon those perfect, heavy curves. Her waist was tiny, her hips full and womanly. Cassianna felt a spurt of lust as well a spurt of desire from between her sleek thighs. She already had dreams of the girl riding a top the stud of your pleasing while she pleasured Cassianna with her tongue.

"Have you had a man?"

"H-had?" The girl shifted nervously her hands coming up to cover her nipples, her legs crossed. Her legs tried to hide the sweetness between them.

"Don't be tiresome girl. Has a man thrust his hard cock between those sweet pussy lips and into that dripping slit?" She let one hand trail up the girl's leg and then pushed between the girl's trembling thighs. One finger slid over the dry flesh of her cunt and then thrust against the tiny entrance that seemed to strive to keep her out.

"N-No my lady. My father would never permit any man to look at me, much less touch me in that way." She flinched when Cassianna flicked her finger over the tiny bud of her clit. "Oh, what are you doing?!"

Cassianna smiled and licked her full, red lips. She hooked her finger in the lips of the girl's cunt and tugged upon her gently. "I wish for company in my bath."

"But you touch me where not even my maid would dare?"

"But it is nice, is it not ... I do not know your name."

"M-Malilynna de Rance, lady. My father is Martom de Rance."

"Malilynna, such a pretty name. Come join me in my bath, Malilynna."

The girl didn't argue, instead, she went up the one step and then slid into the bath. Cassianna drew the girl down until she lay above her, their bodies sliding against each other in the warm water. "Kiss me, Malilynna, give me your tongue."

"I've never..."

"Not even with your little female friends?" She chuckled huskily when she saw the red creep into Malilynna cheeks. "Ah ha! I was right. You've been naughty with your little friends. Have you enjoyed it?"

Malilynna opened her mouth to speak only to gasp as Cassianna's mouth covered hers, her tongue sliding into the silenced girl's mouth. "Kiss me back, let me taste your tongue."

The girl did as she was bid, a soft moan escaping her lips. She'd heard so many bad things about the mistress, things whispered between her friends, warnings that came from her parents. However, this lady did not seem as evil or horrid as she'd been portrayed. If it wasn't for the awful rumors she'd heard of the torture of King Daxton, she might enjoy the things that Lady Cassianna was doing to her.

"Girl, pay heed to what I am doing here!"

"Yes lady. It's just..."

Cassianna sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. "It's just what?"

"I've heard that..."

"Girl, if you do not wish to feel my anger, you'll finish your thought."

Malilynna blinked, confused by the harsh tone of her lady's voice even as her fingers stroked over the hardening buds of Malilynna's breasts. "I've heard that you have King Daxton locked up in the dungeon. I've been told that you have forced unspeakable things to be visited upon him and that he is close to death?"

Cassianna laughed. "Do you believe everything that you hear?"

Malilynna glanced around when she realized that the entire room had gone silent. Only two of the ten women were still in the room and both of those women had frozen, their mouths open in horror. "I ... I a ... No, my lady."

"But you do. Don't lie to me and compound your sins against your ruler. Speak to me freely girl. I wish to know your thoughts." She gently twisted one hard nipple before stroking the heavy under curve of the girl's breast. "I wish to know. I need to know if you trust me enough to become mine."

"B-Become yours? I ... I'm confused, m-my lady. Ohhh. Mmm. What are you doing?"

"Loving you, sweetling. Making you mine. You wish that, don't you?"

"I ... I." Malilynna was stuttering, confused. The lady she'd been warned against was making her feel things she'd never felt before. She opened her mouth to answer her lady only to hesitate when she felt something thick probing at that forbidden hole between her thighs. "M ... Milady ... What ... what are you doing?" Any answer she would have been given was interrupted by a heavy fist pounding at the chamber door.

"My lady Cassianna! The prisoner has escaped!"

Cassianna pushed the shivering girl away from her and stalked up the stairs to step over the rim of the tub. One of her lady-in-waiting's was standing at the bottom of the stairs. She held a thick warm robe and a towel to wrap her thick hair with. She even held her hand out, accepting the phallus that was slapped into her palm.

Her eyes were pale blue ice as she raked her gaze over the castle guard that had drawn the unfortunate duty to report to Cassianna. With a snap of slender fingers, the guard couldn't breathe. "You imbeciles! How hard it is to keep one man in a dungeon. He had to have help. There is no way in the shadow realms that he went on his own. Tell me who was there, who dared to offer assistance in his punishments."

Cassianna snapped her fingers and the guard fell to his knees. He gulped in lungs full of precious, sweet air. His hand was at his throat and he glanced around the room. Hia confusion was compounded by the amount of people that were there, people he hadn't known. There were all these people and so many more eager to witness Cassianna's punishment.

His heart thudded heavily in his chest. He'd known she would lose her temper. It was the greatest form of punishment that Cassianna could give him. His cock was hard and throbbing. He didn't understand how she could cause him pain and he still enjoyed and wanted more each time. He watched her cautiously. If she were too angered, it could cause him his life ... She had architects in evil that would do what she had done to others, to the ones that disappointed her. It was only when Cassianna became hands on, then he would beg her for more even as he moaned or screamed in pain and would never leave a scar. Kennisto, the guard, jerked in surprise when he felt her trail her fingers over his cheek and then ran them over his lips. "You are a sweet one. However ... you don't look like I'd expect you too, unless you're married. Tell me, Kennisto, tell me what you've witnessed here".

Kennisto reached down and yanked on the strings of the cod piece that he only wore when on duty. Then he stroked his hand over the end of his cock, showing his lady the drips of his excitement that were there. He sighed. This lady was too beautiful to ignore. Her tawny skin and the sweet, satiny texture of her lips were talked about within the guards. Every voluptuous curve, every long line was discussed and bandied about. Even those who had captured the attention of the killer portrayed, seemed electric and alive. She had an aura that was ringed with real fire that lapped at the skin of those that angered her.

"Nothing, my lady. I've not held anything back. King Daxton had to have help, he couldn't have done this himself. He would have to have the true magic of the Lords of Traciel. The chains that held him in check would have been more than enough to keep him locked up otherwise."

He drew himself up and rose. In a second, he had his sword, his fingers clasped over the designed forged into an elaborate pattern of knots. The top of the intense structure of these knots were three breaks in the pattern. Those knots were a sign of his people, of the land that he came from. "This sword hasn't tasted human flesh since my family sent me to pay our dues to you."