Wow. Or Ow. Estaria wasn’t sure which one to go with right now. It was certainly a mind-blowing experience, along with blowing a few other things at the same time. Girls knew how to party, that was for sure. Somewhere along the line she had lost her uniform and the toys in it were used to torment her for hours on end before she finally, graciously was allowed a few seconds reprieve. Passionate cruelty beyond any human measure was their thing, after all. Somehow, among the activity, she had gained a new buff, and looking around at the statues and cauldrons about her, it certainly looked like a temple.

Exalted Blessing Of Khaine: +120% bleed damage.

The Bloodied Knife: +60% Weapon Damage

Lord Of All War: Gain level 1 proficiency talents in all weapons

A raw, overwhelming amount of damage, and extensive bleed enough that she needed to look into getting a bleeding weapon. Giving it a quick read she flopped her head back on the ground and panted. Even a woman who had her stat is Stamina and Constitution could not match three dozen enthusiastic Wyches and their Queen. But, she did not wish to look weak, and so she pushed herself up and looked about for some clothes. But there were not, which was pretty typical. Her body had cuts and nicks and bruises, very subtle bite marks about the place, but nothing too drastic, so she was fine. A Lion did not balk at the gaze of an Ant.

“No” Estaria told herself, giving her a stern glare and denying that mindset. A thousand times a thousand denials might see something happen of it, after all. Or maybe it wouldn’t, who could tell.

Deciding to hold off on going out for a moment, she opened her inventory and browsed. Her money was doing nicely again, and the arena fights were bringing in a lot of tokens for her. Though, 100 tokens was a far thing even with her Highly Decorated talent and fighting every day. Wondering if she should buy a weapon, the idea was eventually discarded because she would just be given a weapon if needed. Instead, she bought herself a simple cloak and wrapped it tightly, exiting the strangely empty temple-like place.

The guards reached to her intrusion, but then took a look of confusion as they realized she was coming out, and not in. Contemplation took a few seconds but eventually they let her go. It was hard to mistake the broad collar around her neck as anything other than the mark of a slave, after all. In this, she was similar to the Druchii, as both saw the other as eminently beneath them. Only, Estaria was trying to kick the habit, and the Druchii were snorting contempt off a hooker’s ass. So she wandered. Her posture was a bit slouched due in part to the rigors, and her corset had gone somewhere she could not follow, so there was no aid from that front. At least her head was held high and straight by the collar. Most surprisingly for Druchii, nobody did or tried to do anything. There were stares of varying degrees, looks of lust and desire. Plenty of appearances as if there were plans in their heads, but nobody took her in the streets.

It was fortunate, and so she headed to Filnon’s house with little problem, and groaned as she walked in.

“I hope this place has a bath. I am sore in places that should not exist by the rules of nature. They certainly have an appreciation for the female form, at least” Estaria exclaimed for Filnon to hear, wandering into the main room to see Filnon sat at a table with the inhumanly beautiful Hellebron. There was not a hair out of place, not the slightest smudge of her makeup. Every inch of her well-exposed body was glistening and perfect. Seeing her here reminded Estaria of last night, and she wasn’t sure if getting to her knees was more collapsing from the way of remembered pleasure or something she thought she needed to do. But, she bowed her body so her eyes were looking at the floor, because the collar would not allow her head to go down to far.

“You may rise, girl. I do not know where Filnon found you or what magic you used, but in the throngs of passion, Khaine whispered the deepest secrets of blood into my ear, as the Brides danced within the Cauldrons. The long search for Eternal Youth has finally and most pleasurably climaxed. And I owe your Mistress well for such” Hellebron spoke. That goddamned voice was near-hypnotic in its beauty, and Estaria closed her thighs off as she was beginning to leak again just from her voice. Not even sure she could stand at this moment.

“My little toy is a well-trained slave, Hellebron. She could not possibly stand in the presence of someone like you” Filnon spoke, either to stoke her own ego or to help Estaria with an excuse to stay on the ground.

“Mmm, this training I sampled well last night. And may sample again. I admit to being somewhat beyond restraint these days. It has been long since I retained my youth this long” Hellebron’s words drew Estaria’s eyes to the Queen’s own, and with a crooking finger, brought Estaria to the foot of her chair. There, the silky smooth foot was raised pushed into Estaria’s face, filling her nose with its intoxicating aroma and silently commanding. Estaria reached out with her tongue and began to lick the sole, suckling the toes and rubbing her face up and down it. She never thought such pleasure could come from such a simple act, she was truly lost in the light of Queen Hellebron’s foot. It drew out an eternity, and then finally, it was taken away and Hellebron left her to her need and desires without even a backwards glance at the wound up toy.

A few seconds after Hellebron had left, Filnon stole a vigorous kiss and then smirked at Estaria’s face.

“Mmm, tasty” she teased. The kiss and quip brought Estaria back to the world at large, and she realized what she had just done.

“What the hell was that?” Estaria demanded, feeling somewhat disturbed that she had taken such pleasure in a person’s foot.

“Hellebron weaves enchantments around slaves she enjoys the presence of. Undying admiration is something she gets off on” Filnon explained, helping Estaria up and taking her over to the bath.

“You….don’t do that, do you?” Estaria asked, her eyebrow raised in suspicion.

“I’ve got aphrodisiac skin, but everything you feel is the result of old fashioned manipulation” Filnon shamelessly admitted it and even laughed at Estaria’s splutterings as they went to the bath.

* * * * *

Manipulation? Manipulation?! Bloody, Druchii bitch! Not even a trace of shame in her face or voice when she said that. Estaria stood in front of the gate the day after Hellebron had visited and seethed with irritation. The gate then opened and Estaria rushed out, not giving the Gladiators in front of her more than a few seconds to react to the rocket that was rushing towards them.

“She thinks she can just admit to such a thing and get away with it? That i am just going to accept that?!” Estaria vented her frustration and anger on the bodies of those arrayed against her, and didn’t even give much thought to what she was doing. “Well of course I am! Just because you know you have been manipulated inside, doesn’t mean you immediately leave again. I love her, I want to be with her, forever. But the sheer brazen cheek to just admit it like that is what pisses me off” Estaria then turned to the last man who had since dropped his weapons and wet himself in a sobbing hysteric. Looking up to the stand where the presiding judge sat, she saw the order for his death, and executed him in stellar fashion to the cheering adoration of the crowd. Es had thought that the feelings for Filnon had come hard and fast, but put that down to her loving embrace and the dawning of disgust for the lesser creatures around her. The idea that she had been whispering honeyed words and making silent strokes across her mind while Estaria’s mentality was weak and malleable never occurred to her. And she was happy with that not occurring to her. But Filnon just had to go and ruin that for whatever reason.

“That woman is a nightmare…”