The front door swung open with a resounding 'thud' as the red-head came tearing inside the Manor.
"That is it. I f*cking quit."
She snapped angrily as she yanked a silk cloth from her face. Kristia was dolled up in traditional indian sari, tan with detailed embordiary of triangular designs. What might have been an expensive, feminine outfit when she had put it on was now a mess of torn cloth, soaked in blood. The lifegiving liquid covered her upper torso and had been smeared across her forehead and down the side of her cheek. Kristia continued to shed off the layers of the sari, undressing in the middle of her foyer, cursing all the while.
Ky instantly recognized his mistress's entrance and found his way to the door as fast as his feet would move. Upon reaching Kristia, he winced visibly at the sight of her, his furry hands flying upwards in a fit of concern.
"Mistress! You're bleeding!"
The Dhampire shook her head in response, throwing the removed clothing at him. She stepped out of the bottom half and bent over to pick it up and tossed it at him as well. Standing upright again, emerald eyes went to the anthro as she frowned dramatically.
"Not I, Ky. Some other useless soul." Kristia huffed, strutting through the hallway, leaving Ky to stand there with his arms full. Without the sari, she was a limber tree of brilliant red curls and little clothing. Topless now, it didn't really seem to phase her much but Ky's face had turned a bright shade of pink as more flesh was available for view. She stormed right past him in a pair of black panties and matching, laced-up high heels. At least she matched, right? As soon as Ky was able to regain his ability to move instead of simply stare, he followed after her hurridly.
"Does that mean your trip to Gor didn't turn out as you expected?"
"As expected?" Kristia laughed, cold and annoyed, as she flopped down into one of her living room chairs. "That place and everyone on that god forsaken planet can be blown to hell, for all I care. I absolutely refuse to do business there anymore."
Balling up the cloth pieces as he listened, Ky tried to keep his eyes on the ground to avoid staring at her. "Uh, um... What went wrong?"
Running her hand through her curls, Kristia shifted sideways and let out a sigh. She grabbed one of the pillows from behind her and held it against her chest, like a child craddling a teddy bear.
"Everything was fine at first. I met up with Rakull in Port Kar. He presented a couple possible purchases and I told him that I'd need a minute to dwell it over, watch them in action.. So, we're sitting and chatting.." Kristia leaned across to her center table to pick a piece of candy out from a glass bowl, popping it into her mouth.
"And he starts getting into politics and some problems with a few panther girls and one of the kajira giggled. He looks over, she instantly shuts up but it was already too late, he saw who it was. He drags her over to us and I'm expecting some sort of punishment. You know how those Gorean men love their order and power. But a hit or a verbal reprimand? Oh no. Rakull takes his glass cup, cracks it open on the stool and shoves the largest piece into her throat. I'm not talking about a little cut here, Ky, he took the entire shard and thrusted it underneath her chin. Henceforth the mess." Kristia gestured at the pile in his arms and Ky made a horrified face.
"Blood splurts everywhere. All over him, all over me, and the girl didn't even have a chance. He must have been practicing that because she was slumped over in a pool of her own blood within no more then three minutes."
Ky didn't respond. His tail had slithered beneath his legs and he hunched over slightly, looking absolutely terrified.
"So I got angry. For one, it's impossible to get blood out of a material like that and that thing wasn't cheap, by any means.. But besides that, what a waste! It's the same concept as having a dog. You don't kill the dog if it doesn't play dead, you re-train it. Or train it better. Or train it right the first time and don't act like a f-ing jackass and point the blame elsewhere." Kristia lifted up the pillow and dropped her face down into it, smothering a scream. One long yell, her head popped upwards again, still going. "Then he has the nerve to tell me that I'm soft and goes into this rant about woman and there inabilities. I swear. If he wasn't on such good terms with Marcus, I would have decked his ass right then and there." She snorted. "Going soft.. Screw that. I'm just getting too old for this game. It doesn't matter where you go or who you're dealing with. Slavery is no longer a profitable venture. It's become this little f-ing pin for people to wear that reads, 'Look at me! I'm a hardass'. A group of like-minded business people with goals for profit and skills for domination has morphed into a cesspool of whiny peacocks with puffed up chests, swinging their limp cocks at each other in hopes of pissing on one another." Another growl of frusteration and Kristia threw the pillow across the room. "I'm bloody retiring."
Ky blinked, still trying to soak everything in. "Retiring?"
"Yeah. Retiring."
"That is it. I f*cking quit."
She snapped angrily as she yanked a silk cloth from her face. Kristia was dolled up in traditional indian sari, tan with detailed embordiary of triangular designs. What might have been an expensive, feminine outfit when she had put it on was now a mess of torn cloth, soaked in blood. The lifegiving liquid covered her upper torso and had been smeared across her forehead and down the side of her cheek. Kristia continued to shed off the layers of the sari, undressing in the middle of her foyer, cursing all the while.
Ky instantly recognized his mistress's entrance and found his way to the door as fast as his feet would move. Upon reaching Kristia, he winced visibly at the sight of her, his furry hands flying upwards in a fit of concern.
"Mistress! You're bleeding!"
The Dhampire shook her head in response, throwing the removed clothing at him. She stepped out of the bottom half and bent over to pick it up and tossed it at him as well. Standing upright again, emerald eyes went to the anthro as she frowned dramatically.
"Not I, Ky. Some other useless soul." Kristia huffed, strutting through the hallway, leaving Ky to stand there with his arms full. Without the sari, she was a limber tree of brilliant red curls and little clothing. Topless now, it didn't really seem to phase her much but Ky's face had turned a bright shade of pink as more flesh was available for view. She stormed right past him in a pair of black panties and matching, laced-up high heels. At least she matched, right? As soon as Ky was able to regain his ability to move instead of simply stare, he followed after her hurridly.
"Does that mean your trip to Gor didn't turn out as you expected?"
"As expected?" Kristia laughed, cold and annoyed, as she flopped down into one of her living room chairs. "That place and everyone on that god forsaken planet can be blown to hell, for all I care. I absolutely refuse to do business there anymore."
Balling up the cloth pieces as he listened, Ky tried to keep his eyes on the ground to avoid staring at her. "Uh, um... What went wrong?"
Running her hand through her curls, Kristia shifted sideways and let out a sigh. She grabbed one of the pillows from behind her and held it against her chest, like a child craddling a teddy bear.
"Everything was fine at first. I met up with Rakull in Port Kar. He presented a couple possible purchases and I told him that I'd need a minute to dwell it over, watch them in action.. So, we're sitting and chatting.." Kristia leaned across to her center table to pick a piece of candy out from a glass bowl, popping it into her mouth.
"And he starts getting into politics and some problems with a few panther girls and one of the kajira giggled. He looks over, she instantly shuts up but it was already too late, he saw who it was. He drags her over to us and I'm expecting some sort of punishment. You know how those Gorean men love their order and power. But a hit or a verbal reprimand? Oh no. Rakull takes his glass cup, cracks it open on the stool and shoves the largest piece into her throat. I'm not talking about a little cut here, Ky, he took the entire shard and thrusted it underneath her chin. Henceforth the mess." Kristia gestured at the pile in his arms and Ky made a horrified face.
"Blood splurts everywhere. All over him, all over me, and the girl didn't even have a chance. He must have been practicing that because she was slumped over in a pool of her own blood within no more then three minutes."
Ky didn't respond. His tail had slithered beneath his legs and he hunched over slightly, looking absolutely terrified.
"So I got angry. For one, it's impossible to get blood out of a material like that and that thing wasn't cheap, by any means.. But besides that, what a waste! It's the same concept as having a dog. You don't kill the dog if it doesn't play dead, you re-train it. Or train it better. Or train it right the first time and don't act like a f-ing jackass and point the blame elsewhere." Kristia lifted up the pillow and dropped her face down into it, smothering a scream. One long yell, her head popped upwards again, still going. "Then he has the nerve to tell me that I'm soft and goes into this rant about woman and there inabilities. I swear. If he wasn't on such good terms with Marcus, I would have decked his ass right then and there." She snorted. "Going soft.. Screw that. I'm just getting too old for this game. It doesn't matter where you go or who you're dealing with. Slavery is no longer a profitable venture. It's become this little f-ing pin for people to wear that reads, 'Look at me! I'm a hardass'. A group of like-minded business people with goals for profit and skills for domination has morphed into a cesspool of whiny peacocks with puffed up chests, swinging their limp cocks at each other in hopes of pissing on one another." Another growl of frusteration and Kristia threw the pillow across the room. "I'm bloody retiring."
Ky blinked, still trying to soak everything in. "Retiring?"
"Yeah. Retiring."