Hello my beautify Stemmits, another wonderful day in paradise, today I am visiting a lovely retreat away from the busy life. I have a self contained room that is white and padded, with a toilet and sink in the corner. The staff bring me exotic meals every day, one was called Pea soup, very delish. and at night they wrap me up in self-hugging pyjamas, just so I can feel so loved. Any how till my return, here is ->
Chapter 11
Heppenhiem, to Motyl, was surprisingly a jovial town below the dark dank visage of Strakcrag castle, the home of Lord Casell. As his prisoner, she saw little of the outside life, every brick of his dungeon and the savage raping hands of the Keepers though, were well know to her.
“Your shaking like a leaf.”
“What?” Motyl tones absently.
“Since you spotted that castle you have smelt like you shite yourself and keep shaking like the earth is trembling from a quake!”
“I was constantly raped and tortured in his dungeons for a time, so yea, it is hard for me to come back here.”
Ruff stops and turns to Motyl with a drawn smile. “I’m sorry, no, really I am. But you are mine now and he can not harm you any more. I understand if you want to stay out here rather than be in his presence, but if you do face him, you will conquer your fears and you may even give him the spooks.” Ruff smiles broadly “You not the frighten slave girl any more, you are an assassin and I guarantee, before your an old hag with saggy tits to your knees, you will kill Cassell and shits like him. Believe me, I know.”
she frowns and pouts, “My tits will not be to my knees!”
“Hahahah, don’t kid your self girl, they will be.”
They both give a chuckle then proceed up to the castle.
An hour later they are shown to broad black steel doors of Cassell’s reading chamber. The steward knocks briskly on the door.
“Enter!” sounds a stout voice. Two guards at the door crack it open for Ruff and Motyl to enter. They stop at a wooden table where a solid man, with hair a few summers greyer than Ruff’s, sits scanning scroll.
Ruff looks to Motyl to see how she fairs. She looks calm and blank, but Ruff sees her skin twitch and shiver at the sight of Cassell.
“I call you here assassin to do me a service.” Cassell looks up from the scroll and addresses Ruff. “My nephew defies me, openly..” Cassell throws the scroll towards Ruff as if inviting him to read it. “.. with his gaul and vulgarity. There he says for me to sheath my sword up my arse!” Cassell holds a menacing glare with an unphased Ruff, the man’s burnt copper eyes dilate with that hint of fear, that nibbles away at a persons confidence, that Ruff so loves to see.
Cassell breaks and turns to a window “I want him dead, fore sure but I fear he already may be.” he turns to round the table to Ruff but as he glances towards Motyl he stops, and a broad evil smile smears his face. “Well, hello my little cum warmer, want to reacquaint yourself with me dick!” he reaches up and grips her face roughly in his hand. Ruff is about to protest at Cassell’s decorum but Motyl’s eyes lock onto Cassell’s, and in an instant his face goes blank and his hand draws hesitantly away. Cassell’s mouth utters unspoken words before he snaps away to Ruff.
“(cough) As I said I believe he may already be dead as the signature is not in his hand, but in the hand of the whore, Junta.”
Ruff gives Motyl a quick smile while she still stares hard at Cassell. “So I take it that you want US..” Ruff emphasises the word “..to make hast to kill her?”
Cassell steals a glance back to Motyl and again he is visibly shaken “uh..Not just her but all of them, Junta, her children, her sisters Nisa, Tanta and any slugs that have crawled out of their cunts and, if he is still alive, Michel!”
Ruff notes that Motyl loses her composure and wavers a little at the mention of the last name. Cassell also catches this and turns on her.
“Ah! Your little cunt still pines for him, after all this time, and here was me pounding your cunt, filling that moist, tight, endless void all those years!”
Without thinking Motyl slaps Cassell hard, enough to throw two teeth and lay Cassell back upon his table with a childish yelp. It happened so fast Ruff could not react in time to stop her. Behind him the door flies open and guards race in, swords drawn. Cassell is mortified with shock at Motyl’s strength and can only stare back at her with fear.
“My Lord! My Lord are you alright?!” the guards scream as they surround Ruff and Motyl, their sword points ready to enter their bodies. Cassell is motionless for a second, his mind addled by the slap. Ruff tries to wake him to their immediate demise. “Hey! Princess Dickhead, help please!”
“Stand down, stand down I said” spits Cassell with bloody words. A moment later guards march out with some reserve but Cassell stands some yards away from Motyl but he only addresses Ruff. “Forgive my loss of decorum. As I was saying, I want them all dead, no survivors. This needs your utmost and undivided attention, needs to be done imminently.” Ruff is about to protest but Cassell waves a hand. “I have already spoken to your Guild Master, you are under my command and your guild will speed any assistance or equipment to your task.”
Ruff folds his arms and disdain fills his face, again Cassell addresses Ruff. “You will receive three times your fees plus other compensation, for as long as you live or until they are all dead.”
Ruff drops his arms in defeat with little more that a grunt of disgust. Cassell sits at his desk and returns to some scrolls without looking back up. “Good, you leave in the morning for Altenkirchen. In the mean time I would...” Cassell stops for a moment thinking about his next words, till a drop of blood from his mouth splats on a scroll. “...Never mind, leave!”
The doors crack open for the last time and Motyl was the first out with Ruff marching behind. A smile on his face, beaming pride at an obviously raging Motyl ahead of him.