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Oh, she was such a pretty girl! Darling Devina. That is what all the initiates called her. And when she announced that her willing suitor would propose to take her hand in marriage, the entire Tower was in an uproar of joy. The Queen was in good spirits. The engagement party alone would be extremely grand, held in the main hall. Because that was where all the engagement parties for the ladies were held. And on that night they would be permitted to sit at the right hand of the Queen. A place of high honour. Because a bride to be was still a bride and she earned her place at Athena’s side. She was showered with blessings, a dowery valued in the absolute hundreds of thousands. Dresses, jewels, cars, shoes and cosmetics. The ladies were wanting of nothing under Athena’s care. Cruel and cold as the old Queen was, she was not entirely heartless. She still mourned the passing of her own husband. Tuberculosis of the lungs took him. A dreadful disease. He suffered for years at her side until at last, he begged Athena’s final mercy. It was said she poisoned him in his sleep and lay with his cool body for a whole day and night before she would relent to have him interred. 

But Devina Dentent. Well, she was a special flower. Master Karth’s pride and joy. She had been Lalienna’s best friend. Karth knew this. And he was always sympathetic to her when she choked on her tears in the training yards and fought with the maids. Because she didn’t want Lalienna’s old bed touched, or remade, or moved. She missed her friend. Her sister in arms... Her one-time fleeting girlish lover. Now she was a married woman. She’d tasted her first man and she wasn’t disappointed. Perhaps, a little overwhelmed. Perhaps, a little underwhelmed. She wasn’t sure what to expect. But he was kind-hearted and gentle for a husband and he respected that Devina was a White Woman of the Tower of London. She had not been selected as an Elite Associate under the hands of the Thirteen Hand Maids to the Queen.  And she did request an audience with the Lady Judeth Clayton to ask if perhaps she might be worthy of a traineeship under her sponsor. Master Karth, however, declined the request before Judeth could speak. She was on twenty-four-hour continuous surveillance it seemed. And he would not let Lady Clayton out of his sight for as long as he could help it whilst in the palace. And whilst he worked, the Hand Maid was escorted by Black Guard in pairs. Always in pairs. They watched the White Woman eat, sleep, relieve herself and bathe. And if she attempted to request permission of the guards to let her approach and speak with Judeth directly, they immediately sent her away. 

“But I don’t understand!? Why won’t you at least let me talk to her? There is no harm in this, surely? I am no danger to you my faithful Black Guard. Please... Sir... Madam... Let me speak with Lady Judeth, you may stay on and listen to every word I say.”

“We’re sorry Miss. Devina. We have our orders. Mistress Clayton is under palace lockdown. She has no conversations with any of the initiates or lower White Women until Master Karth himself proclaims it agreeable.”

“But, this is ridiculous! I just want to be given the chance to speak with her. I want to train beneath her like Lalienna once did. How can I ask her formally if you won’t let me? Am I to petition the Queen directly for the honour?”

“No, Miss. Devina. You will petition no one. You will either return to your studies, attend your training or quit the Tower to attend your husband directly. But we will not permit you to address Lady Clayton. These are Master Karth’s orders. They are final. We speak for the Queen. You will desist your demands at once.”

“But... this watch you have her under... how long for?” Devina demanded, exasperated and getting nowhere fast.

“As long as it takes.” The Black Guard replied.

“Well then at least, I beg you tell me why it is you are so diligent in your duties of her. Is she ill? Has she committed a great offence that you will not trust her with a moment’s privacy alone?”

“Death Watch.” They answered. They saluted. They marched away, Taking Judeth Clayton with them.

Later that night, at dinner, Devina sought to attend the teacher’s quarters in hopes of petitioning Master Karth for more answers. He was surrounded by his friends and colleagues, discussing protocols, politics, combat sequences and modern warfare as was his custom with the rest of the respected educators that made up their academic staff.

“Master Karth! Master Karth, I beg you, a moment of your time if you please.”

“Always a moment if not many more for my precious initiates. Come Devina, you look worried. What’s happened, has your new husband caused you concern? Do you need me to refresh you on self-defence against grabby males?”

“No Sir, not at all. Only, it’s about Mistress Clayton.”

“Ah. Another topic perhaps Devina my darlin’ Mistress Clayton isn’t exactly in the best of categories across the palace right now.”

She would not relent. She blurted the question.

“What does it mean, that the Black Guard said Judeth Clayton of the Thirteen Hand Maids is on Death Watch, Master Karth! Answer me honestly now, I cannot sleep at night since Lalienna was banished, you will do this for me and let me rest.”

Karth grew pensive. The looks of his colleagues were piteous. Judeth was always the cause of great scandal in the palace.

“Death Watch means... “ He started reluctantly. “That... Mistress Clayton has gotten so ill of the heart and mind since our Lalienna was removed... that she’s now a danger to herself. And if we don’t monitor her 24 hours of the day and night... she may do herself irreversible harm.”

“Suicide?! Mistress Clayton?! Unthinkable! No! No! Please, anything but that. She is so gentle and kind spoken with us girls. She’s warmer than any of the other Hand Maids. You must help her Master Karth, you must have Doctor Tanis put her in his hospital wards. You cannot leave her to keep working under Her Majesty whilst she is so disturbed. Oh Master Karth, it is cruel! Cruel!

“I know it is, my darling. But Her Grace, Athena will not have her Hand Maids be idle whilst the French are plotting against us from Paris. You know this love, you know this. So please, I assure you Lady Clayton needs to keep busy and her work is the balm that soothes her restless mind. She is under continuous guard and will remain so until I see fit to release her from it. Now go on Devina, return to your friends downstairs. Give your husband my fondest regards and take extreme care of yourself. For me. In a fortnight you have an important mission to attend with the Lady Rosa and her Elite Associate, Franchesca. We need you in your best form. You understand. Now rest easy darlin’ girl. No more questions about our Judeth. She’ll be right, I promise you.”

‘If I can keep her off the morphine.’ He thought to himself. He disliked lying to the girls. It left a bad taste in his mouth. But he did what needed to be done to protect them. Most of them had suffered greatly even though they were so young. Fatherless bastards. Almost all of them. Give or take. Everything from begger girls off the streets, whores and reformed drug addicts to Duchesses and genuine royalty from across the globe. They were all sourced and poached and brought before Athena. And trained. As young as they could be gotten. They’d been weaponized and trained. To be killers. To be ruthless. To be espionage agents, saboteurs, ravagers. To be breeding machines. To birth girls...girls...girls.... More and more, in an endless cycle to swell the numbers. Because Athena was a Goddess. She demanded the sacrifice. Blood and Flesh for The High Table.

And they were servants. Always her loyal servants on bended knee. Fearful to look the old Queen in the eye.

So when at last she escaped the militant watch of The White Tower. She attended The Continental and escaped her husband's adoring embrace. She sought out the famous Iris Twins. Because aside from Sir Sable, it was said these identical French blonde ladies held the keys to the city. The keys to all of London. And they did not refuse her. They protected her passage with the sleight of hand technique of seasoned and impossibly well-trained magicians. They let her gain access to private rooms, unused by other guests. Hush, now, hush. Don't say a word. Our little secret. There she met her Lalienna again. And adored her anew. Kissed her, hugged her. She looked well. Loved, cared for. Her dresses were extremely expensive, her shoes... my goodness she had so many to choose from. Many were open-toed. She had been told that her Italian suitor, Mr Santino D'Antonio was a very particular and fussy man that had some exceptional sexual proclivities that involved the adoration of her feet. She did not deny him his pleasures for she enjoyed to see the Prince of Rome attend her on his knees to personally buckle the dainty strap of leather at her ankle.

That all sounded exceptionally erotic, she thought. And their old loves flared again. The excitement of young girls, barely 21 years of age. Living such exciting lives of intrigue and destruction. They made love the way the used to. Kissing and caressing and forcing each other to decadent orgasm just as they had in the bathhouse and sleeping quarters of the girls in the Tower. It was sinful and delicious. And entirely naughty and very troublesome if their males would find out. But Devina didn't care that deeply for her new husband just yet. Yes, he was handsome and rich and treated her kindly. But they were new together. And Devina hadn't quite learned what it meant to love a man intimately yet. Even if she had already accepted him inside her body. That was neither here nor there. She kissed Lalienna passionately and escaped their private rooms. The Iris Twins were fast and efficient. They had her returned to her husband's hands without him ever having missed her, to begin with.

They were clever twin ladies. But they did what their Master told them to do. Sir Sable was a man of dizzying power with sensual eyes and calculating glances.

Perhaps that was the way of the world, after all.

All good women were made in the shadows of powerful men.

Were they really though?

Medusa Risen: Indiscretions 

“This was the noise that started it all. And it must have been good at the time, under the haze of black fingernails and red wine. Girls are Angels. When they fuck its glorious. When they love its to the moon and back. No reservation. No regrets. Just passion. And I get that, really I do. But it’s The White Women that are the problem here. They cast her out. Threw her to the Dogs. Athena disowned her for her indiscretions. Even if she didn’t know at the time that she’d been proposed in arranged marriage. The Director cast her out too. Because she’d allowed her son, her Jardani, her Baba Yaga to deflower her. To give over her first time because it was love. But was it really? When a man gives himself inside a woman, the cost is high. He’s bleeding himself dry. Loosing part of his soul to give in to her pleasures and needs. And a man will do it again and again and again, self destructive, completely possessed. It’s an addiction, sex. It’s dark, it’s dangerous. And you want it, crave it 24/7 once you’ve had your first taste of the fruit. No wonder they cast Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden. Wouldn’t you bite the apple too? Wouldn’t you also bleed a little for an indiscretion?”  ~ S. D’Antonio

“Santino...he’s going to kill me right?” Her voice was hoarse from screaming, raw with passion. Lalienna bit her lip, turning to her ex sister.

“Yes...and then me.” She swallowed the lump in her throat, hiding a smile. “God, he’s going to kill me. He’s jealous. Jealous jealous jealous. He hates when a man even so much as looks at me...” she laughed, shaking her head, falling back on the mattress.

“Hmmm...I suppose not telling him is out of the question?” Devina turned on her stomach, kicking her feet distractedly. Lalienna nodded.

“No, I could never lie to him. Plus, he’d be able to tell. He’s smart. And I’d smell like another. He’s picky about the perfume I wear.” She smiled, thinking of her lover. So far away...where was it he said he went to? Rome? Austria? She couldn’t recall. Somewhere far and annoyingly distant. She was so bored. And then she saw her sister from the tower...and they drank...and then she snapped out of her daze after cumming. To be fair, it wasn’t as good as when she was with her dark Italian, but it wasn’t bad. “What about your husband? Hmm?” Lalienna prodded, turning the attention to devina as she stood, finding a large shirt to slip over herself. She threw devina one as well, stretching.

“He doesn’t pay attention to me like that. He won’t notice.” She rolled her eyes, standing as well. “I’m hungry.”

“I’ll order room service. It-“ She was cut off by her phone ringing. She already knew who it was. He was the only one to use that cellphone. She swallowed. “Don’t make a sound.” She warned, grabbing it and answering it. “Papi!” She smiled, falling on the mattress.

“Hello, bella. How are you, amore mio?” His accent sounded throughout her ears bringing a heated sensation to her core once more. She sighed. It had been too long.

“Missing you.” She replies simply, playing with a necklace he had gotten her a while ago distractedly. “How is your business?” Her tone sounded more annoyed than she intended. He chuckled deeply, making her sigh.

“It’s good, my bella. I’ll be home shortly. We will have a nice romantic dinner.”

She groaned, rolling her eyes. “I don’t want food, papi. I want you.” Another chuckle. He was killing her.

“I know, darling. I miss you deeply...” he sounded distracted. She hoped he was as disturbed as she was. If not, he was about to be. She looked to where devina was. She had gone to the bathroom.

“I miss you deep inside of me.” She smirked as he gasped, shocked. It was her turn to laugh, biting her lip. “I just want to feel you. I want your touch. I want your moans as you thrust into me, calling me your good girl...” she paused. She was no longer a good girl. He was going to be pissed. So so angry. “Papi, please come home soon...” she finished her thought, whining.

“A few more days, bella. I’ll be home soon...fuck, you drive me insane. You have me all worked up now...” he growled. She smirked and laughed.

“I can help with that, papi. All you have to do is ask.” She enjoyed this. She was going to pay for it later...but she’d enjoy the hell out of it now. There was a pause on the other line. She waited patiently, humming softly, teasingly.

“Please, Lalienna. I need to see you. My angel...my goddess. Mistress.”

“Give me a few minutes, papi.” She hung up, throwing her shirt off and setting it to the side. With the right angles, she sent herself to her sugar daddy, waiting for his response.

A minute passed. And then another. Ten minutes. He hadn’t responded. She was getting nervous. Then he called. Angry.

“What the fuck is on your neck?” He snapped. No hello. She cursed herself, not realizing what she had done.

“I-papi...please-“

“Lalienna, answer me.” Was his strict reply. She sighed, shifting to sit.

“I missed you. So much, papi-“

“So that gives you the right to fuck some other man?” He snarled. She shrunk into herself, shaking her head.

“No no. It wasn’t...it wasn’t another man, Santino. I swear. I swear. It was my ex sister in arms from the tower... we- we ran into each other. We drank...fuck, I’m sorry papi. I’m so so so sorry.”

There’s was silence. Only the sound of his breathing could be heard. “Say something, Santino. Please...”

“We’ll talk about this when I get back.”

The phone disconnected. She let out a cry, eyes wide. The way he said talk implied there would be no talking involved... well, maybe her on her knees, begging. Begging for forgiveness. To her master. Her god. Her daddy. A beating. Maybe a bit of blood and that would satisfy him. He’d forgive her... then fuck her until she couldn’t walk, showing her who she belonged to...who could really make her cum and scream. She shivered at the thought, her flower throbbing. She’d be screaming his name. She’d be writhing under him.

And she’d take it. And she’d love every minute of it. Because she was a good girl.... his good girl.

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