She danced.

Ethereal grace, lazy and sensual. Her hips swayed and her body moved in serpentine fashion. Writhing arms twined above the flowing ringlets of blonde hair that framed her cherubic features, twisting and curling in time with the distant song that carried her rhythm.

The fire crackled behind her, the heat embracing and caressing her bare backside with each pendulum swing. It was her intangible lover, the strength that guided her nubile body in lustful motion. She coveted the touch of the flame, the lick of the heat, and used it as fuel to maintain her salacious effort.

Aukai enjoyed such a show, enjoyed watching the ripe form of a young woman undulate for his pleasure. Ashlin did so very well, her dance a testament to her desire to be taken. Whether by him, another lover, or just the music, Ashlin was a platform of surrender, begging to be mounted and claimed.

Thin fingers, able to conjure immense pleasure with the slightest graze, drifted down to rest on the head hovering upon his lap. Andrea lingered there, gracing the length of his most potent hilt with the efforts of her mouth and tender tongue. Her curvaceous body was coiled around his muscular legs, enveloping him lovingly as she administered her proficient poise with excellence.

His thoughts, though, were elsewhere. Aloof to his sinful surroundings, his mind focused on the distant forms of his precious Zealots, three in particular that hung in the balance. Parisa, Cami, and Tasha.

Cami?s transformation was nearly complete. She was eager to join the ranks of the Crimson Choker, those chosen to carry out the Carnal Prince?s lustful bidding upon the material world, and Aukai was eager to accept her. She showed promise beyond measure, possessing an ambition worthy enough to be deemed the Scarlet Lady.

Parisa was coming a bit more slowly, which in her case was perfect. She wasn?t the sort that needed to be rushed; to fully taint one as innocent as she required incremental steps. To rush it, to overwhelm her, would not be nearly as fulfilling as tempting her until submission seemed to be the only escape.

And then there was Tasha. There was something different about the Star Gazer. There lingered a lust between her and him, though it was not the coveted desire he had come to expect. No, this arousal was uninvited and unwelcomed. He could feel the resistance, the struggle that raged inside of her, making it very apparent that she detested his offering. There was another whom she wished to desire. He was certain of it. Ages of temptation had given him insight into such things.

?Where are you??

Ashlin?s voice stirred him from his internal contemplation. No longer did she stand before the fire, dancing for his pleasure, but now sat beside him in his massive bed. Her head rested upon his shoulder, tilted so that her plush mouth brushed across his neck, her small hand stroking the defined plateau of his pectoral.

Andrea had moved as well, climbing up from her recline upon his lap to straddle his hips. She faced away from him, her hands grasping the ribbons of sinew that laced his thighs, using them as leverage to roll her hips and stir his entrenched length deep inside her velvet sheath. Breathlessly she moaned and gasped, her skin bristling in the fledgling stages of euphoric liberation.

?Nowhere.? Aukai replied as he reached forth to trace the simple line along Andrea?s spine. ?And everywhere.?

?And what will it take to get you back here?? She asked as she lifted her head just enough to claim the lobe of his pointed ear between her teeth. ?With me.?

?Well that depends.? He smirked, the tilt of his head giving her more to nibble upon. ?What are you offering??

She nibbled for a moment longer before pouring across him, sliding pert swells and sinful curves along his hard body as one long, supple leg, reached over him. She straddled him, sitting high upon his hips, her naked bottom firm and flush with the winding ass of Andrea. Coiling her slender arms around his neck, she dipped her head and resumed the occurrence of nipping teeth and roaming tongue along the warm and red span of his neck. ?You know what I offer.?

?I do.? He whispered as his pupiless eyes sheathed behind heavy lids, he and Ashlin?s words drowning beneath the harmonious bemoaning heralded by Andrea?s mindless plunge into release. Aukai?s thighs were like stone beneath the assault of her nails, denying her the score of flesh amidst a flood of violent orgasm.

Ashlin moved in rhythm, rolling hips in unison with those impaled by the lengthy stalk of the Incubus. Ripe breasts crushed against his chest as she bit harder into the thick tendon alongside his neck, breathing him in between tastes. The red devil aroused in her a power, a passion, she had never known, and like any other addiction she needed it all the time. ?Take me.? She whispered. ?I?ll do anything you want.?

Aukai?s lips parted in a sinister grin, revealing straight white teeth that he sucked a sharp breath through. His smooth hands slid down Ashlin?s body to cup her firm bottom, wedging into the constricted space between her and Andrea?s backsides. Andrea?s pace was strong and vibrant, rocking and bouncing with a ferine fervor. The slap of flesh was accentuated by the harmonic moans that spilled from her dry and parted lips, her right hand a vice grip upon his thigh, her left squeezing and pinching her pert breast.

Ashlin inclined her head to kiss the Carnal Prince, though when she found nothing but air her eyes opened and she was gifted with the sight of his cream colored gaze staring roguishly at her.

?Anything, you say??

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The Phaelix Correctional Facility was more akin to a fortress than a prison, with black stone walls and wrought iron bars. The multi-storied complex housed the most dangerous villainy in all of Rhy?din and was governed by a specialized force of combat mages who were decisive in their use of lethal measures. It was where the most wretched of souls went to wait out the ferryman before taken to hell.

It was no surprise to Ashlin as she made her way down the long, dark hall that she reaped the attention of those inmates she passed along the way. The corset style dress she wore clung to her sashaying frame with desperate intimacy, the tight leather bound by knotted laces that ran wild along the ensemble. Heels clicked upon the floor, thinly strapped up to almost mid-calf. Like her chosen attire, the wig she decided on was flat-black, emphasizing the darkness upon her alabaster flesh. She was sin.

Perhaps not sin itself, but sin?s lover. Sin?s zealot.

She was still nearly thirty yards from the checkpoint when she caught the attention of the guard. The newspaper he had been reading faded away as he stared openly at the sensual female sauntering toward him. Captured, he couldn?t pull his eyes away, and once she stood just on the other side of the glass he fumbled for words, stammering over simple sounds, not even wanting to blink.

?Good morning.? She said sharply, placing her slender hands abroad upon the counter that extended off the checkpoint station. She leaned forward, and while this simple gesture offered a rather compelling view of her ample cleavage, it was impossible to ignore the mesmerizing hue of her large eyes. ?I?m here to see Roth. Dominic Roth.?


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?I don?t know you.? Dominic said, watching her carefully. He?d been in Rhy?din long enough to understand that sensual women were devious creatures, and from the looks of it this one wasn?t any different.

?You don?t, but we?ll change all that shortly.? She uncrossed her legs and pushed to her feet, reaching across the width of the table with her delicate hand. ?Ashlin Red, Public Defender.?

The hard line of his brow arched just a touch as his eyes shifted from her gaze to her hand. Finally he reached out and engulfed her palm in his grip. ?Dressed a bit casual for a Public Defender, wouldn?t you say, Mrs. Red??

?Miss Red.? She corrected, unfazed by his masculine shake. She returned the motion and then slipped her hand from his. ?And it?s Rhy?din, the epicenter of all things indecent. I?m just keeping up.?

Dominic missed nearly everything she had to say, his focus locked upon the touch of her hand. Her skin was soft and untarnished, like that of a newborn?s. It seemed an eternity since last he touched another, especially a woman, and his keen senses soaked in every sensation throughout the simple embrace. He cleared his throat as she withdrew. ?Right. So why am I here??

?Have a seat, Mr. Roth. We have a lot to talk about.?

He glanced to the chair and back up. ?I?ve already been sentenced, Miss Red. I don?t need a public defender.?

She watched him, shifting her slender weight from one stiletto heel to the other. For a moment there was a sense of annoyance about her, though all that thinned out with the smirk that conquered her tempting mouth. ?Very true. However, I am not here to defend you.? She sat back, her pert bottom laying claim to the seat just moments before supple legs crossed with a whisper. ?I?m here to learn from you.?

?Learn from me?? Off guard, his deep baritone raised just an octave. His large hand dropped to the back of the chair though he had yet to step around it. ?What could you possibly learn from someone like me??

She lifted her chin, a simple incline that offered an expression of sardonic defiance thanks to the grin that still lingered upon her lips. ?How to kill someone. Six or seven times.?

The hard line of his gaze returned, darkening the color of his eyes, and he turned for the door. ?We?re done here.?

?Mr. Roth.? Her voice carried, stalling his retreat. She studied the colossal width of his back momentarily before continuing. ?I have a lot to offer in return.?

?Not enough.? He snarled.

?How about freedom??

The concept was so unfathomable that he made no move at first, staring at the door with an intensity that would shatter it if he were a caster. Though the longer the silence that followed her proclamation simmered, the more real it seemed. Was she really trying to bait him with freedom? And if so, was he really considering it? Women that sensual are deceitful. He said it over and over in his mind, though that didn?t stop him from snapping around to glower at her. ?How??

?I have my ways.?

?This is the PhaCo, lady. There are no exits. You come in, you don?t leave. I?m in for life and don?t quite see how you expect to get me out.? Nostrils flared. ?You sure as hell aren?t tucking me up under your dress.?

She laughed. Even in the face of his boiling rage she laughed. Resting back into her seat she steepled her fingers across her stomach and tilted her head. ?This is true unless, of course, a civil servant is able to get authorization for you to be temporarily released into her custody to assist in an upcoming trial.?

His lips parted to bark back, but the validity of her words stole his voice. That was not an option he had considered. ?You?you serious??

She smiled, something sweet and youthful, her eyes ticking away from him to look at the table.

He followed her gaze and found a small stack of papers held together by a clip. He couldn?t make out everything written, but there on the bottom in big, red, blocky letters was stamped the word APPROVED.

It was all happening too fast. Dominic had never considered getting out of the Facility, and there it seemed just a foot from him was the paperwork that would make that a reality. He tightened his jaw, clenching his teeth and steeling his visage from the emotion that sought to run rampant across his jagged features. ?How??

?None of your concern.? Ashlin answered, memories of the salacious sacrifice she made as payment to the lustful Judge surging to the forefront. ?All that matters is that they are here, and ready to go.?

He swallowed hard and it felt like stones. Again his nostrils flared as he glanced down to the stack of papers. Seemed he had a decision to make. Seconds ticked away, quickly becoming minutes with no words between them. He glanced to her every now and then, watching as she sat back amidst his contemplation with little concern for his answer. She wasn?t banking on his acceptance or refusal it seemed, which made coming to a conclusion a bit easier ? and more difficult. Had she seemed too eager for his agreement then suspicion would have arisen. But then again, maybe that was her angle. Maybe she didn?t want to show her hand, and thus played her cards coolly, blas?. He was starting to turn in circles the longer he thought about it. He was playing devil?s advocate for every possible scenario and it wasn?t getting him anywhere. He needed to make a decision. His gut told him to decline, but the thought of seeing something other than his room made his heart race.

How he?d love to be out?anywhere.

Thick arms folded across his chest and he slowly nodded. ?Alright.? He said. ?I?m in.?

The house was huge. As Dominic stepped from the car the aspects of the fortress came into view, three to four stories topped different sections of the main complex with the wings wrapping backwards to create a labyrinth of hallways and corridor. The overall design was unique in the way it blended styles, as though the architect decided first on a medieval appearance and then halfway through reconsidered a more Victorian intention.

He didn?t say a word.

The inside was no less impressive. The amalgam of construction persisted, combining jagged hewn stone with cherry oak wood paneling as the depths of the estate entwined the two very different assemblies. Fredrick joined them, flanking Dominic?s every move, and Ashlin remained at his side. As Dominic had presumed, the deeper they delved within the house the more twisting and turning the hallways became. He could tell that at some point they had descended below the surface, though the scaling grade was deceptively accomplished through a series of turnback halls. To the lesser trained eye one would think they were still on the ground level, yet he knew better.

?Here.? Ashlin said as they came to a large, decorative door. ?These are the rooms.?

Dominic paused outside, and when it was apparent that neither of them sought to open the door he took the initiative. His large hand took hold of the handle and his thumb pressed the latch. The click was heard and the door slid inward, its weight making the ordeal a bit taxing.

The room inside was no less extravagant, with antique furniture, a four-post bed centered against the far wall, and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The soft scent of jasmine lingered upon the air. It was expensive, gaudily so, and expressed an aura of shameless flamboyancy.

Dominic surveyed the room as he crossed the threshold, stopping just beyond. ?It?s a bit showy, but I guess it?ll do.?

Ashlin?s laugh was both innocently docile and strikingly condescending as she stepped past him, the soft slope of her shoulder brushing across his thick arm. ?I?m glad you think so, though this is not your room. It?s mine. Yours is through there.?

Disconcerted, he followed the direction in which she pointed where a slender door nestled into the corner of the room, adjacent to where the bed was positioned. Slim, he was certain that he could not step through it squarely. He?d have to turn to the side. ?What??

?Yes, Mr. Roth. That is where your room is located. Now please, let?s get your cleaned up so that we can get started. We have a lot of work to do.?

He hadn?t moved, his mind mulling over her instructions. The whole thing stunk of something sinful and vile and the deeper he delved inside this scheme the more he wondered if he had made the right decision. A strict hand on the sturdy line of his shoulder drew him from his private thoughts, and the insistent shove started him forward. It was Fredrick, donning the mantle of constable, playing the tough guy. Dominic had to give him credit, the push was forceful. Fredrick was strong.

Dominic treaded a path across the room, careful as to not bump any of the ornamental statues or adornments that littered the span. They, like the rest of the estate, reeked of kitschy wealth. A twist of the knob opened the slim entry, revealing inside a tightly fitted room with a cot-like bed wedged against the wall. It was just big enough for the door to swing inward. He wouldn?t have much room.

From one cell to the next, it seemed.

?The bath is here.? Ashlin said. She pointed to the porcelain tub just a few steps from the massive bed inside the main room, a dais rise leading all around and its rim lobed with dark mauve. It was large enough to fit a half dozen. ?Be quick, please. We?ll be back in a few.?

Ashlin, along with Fredrick, departed, leaving him alone. Dominic, still standing at the doorway of his small quarters looked over the main room with a slightly envious sigh. While he would never admit it, when he saw the lush bed, veiled by the sheer canopy, he was anxious to crawl across it. For eleven years he had slept on a stiff pallet covered by a thin mattress, and his back tensed when he first laid eyes upon the plush bed, ready to recline. The bed inside the small room was similar to his bed at the PhaCo, and there was a small part of him that cringed at the sight.

Steeling his resolve, he stripped away his clothing. He hesitated at relieving his underwear, a wary look sent toward the main door. He hadn?t heard it lock and knew that at any moment Ashlin could return. Granted, that didn?t seem to matter in regards to her. After her little display in the car as he spoke of?of them?she didn?t seem to mind showing her more personal side and probably wouldn?t mind seeing his.

Over the previous decade he had showered in a three by three standup stall, with hard water that peppered the flesh and smelled of rusty metal. It took him forever to get comfortable, to actually feel as though he was truly getting clean, and still there were times when that damn shower made him wince. Needless to say, he indulged longingly in the warm, soft tarn that filled the luxurious tub, casting aside his pervious anxiety to soak. Masculine flesh tingled beneath the water?s caress, and he cared little for the passing of time.

Nearly a half hour passed when he finally emerged from the room. He had planned to recycle the clothes he had discarded, though after satiating the sense of filth that sheened his flesh he was hesitant to don them once more. It just felt wrong after so thoroughly a cleansing. There was a wardrobe he found, and in it there was clothing tailored for a man his size. It didn?t surprise him to find the outfits, Ashlin Red came off as rather adept at such games and to make him her doll didn?t seem out of character. He?d play along for now, having really no other option. Dressed in attire more suited for Spain in the fourteen hundreds ? a pristine white poet?s shirt and snuggly fitted brown leather pants ? he began his trek through the halls. Ashil had said she would return for him and had yet to do so. He was done waiting.

?Mr. Roth.?

The name caught his attention as he passed an open door, its singsong intonation unmistakable. It was Ashlin. A pivot brought him around, and a step took him inside.

The room wasn?t very big, decorated with shelves of books and pieces of art; pictures, paintings, vases and more. There was a loveseat nested between a pair of small end-tables, it looked of the sort that was more seen than used. Ashlin and Fredrick stood on opposing sides of a card table, though it was what was on top of the table that caught and held Dominic?s attention.

She couldn?t have been older than nineteen, her dark slanted eyes and rich black hair indicative of an Asiatic heritage. Reclined, she laid upon the table with her legs extended straight up in the air, her arms parallel with their rise and bound by ropes ? elbows to knees, wrists to ankles. It looked awkward and tense, and yet the expression on her pretty face showed no sign of pain. Because of the position, her skirt fell high upon her waist, spilling open to reveal the pastel panties sheathing her hips.

He stared, hardening his gaze as it rose from the bound girl to Ashlin. The longer this charade went on , the less he liked it.

?It would seem you enjoyed your bath, Mr. Roth?? She asked with a half turn, slender arms folding beneath the supple swell of firm breasts. ?And I see you found the clothing I supplied. Hope you don?t mind the style, Renaissance is the rave this spring.?

?What?s going on here?? Dominic asked, not missing a beat. He wasn?t in the mood for conversation.

?Straight to business. I like it. I thought it would be best to recreate one of the scenarios my client found himself in. It seems that he was rather fond of this sort of play and, considering your background, I figured that I might better understand the process if walked through step by step.?

Dominic?s eyes ticked from her to the girl and back again. With that brief glance the Asian girl caught his gaze and whimpered, stirring emotions that had been buried for more than ten years. ?What do you need?? He asked, ignoring the heavy weight that filled his stomach.

Ashlin motioned for him to approach them with the curling of a slim index finger.

His step was hesitant though eventually took him to where Ashlin and Fredrick loomed above the girl, the otherworldly potency of his keen olfactory sense alerting him to the tangy scent that wafted up from the exposed juncture of her inclined thighs. She was wet. She was aroused. It seemed being caught in such a predicament didn?t bother the Asian girl one bit.

?I believe this was your weapon of choice, was it not?? Ashlin asked as she reached out and retrieved an item from the top of the table, close to the girl?s head.

The paddle was stained flawless obsidian with intricate symbols carved straight through. It had been one of his weapons as she put it, and as his hand closed around the leather bound hilt it seemed that his fingers and palm came alive. He stared at it, turning it over again and again with a look of reminiscence, revisiting a long lost friend.

?If you wouldn?t mind getting us started?? Ashlin gave him a few moments to reconnect with the item before motioning with a sweep of her hand to the bare span of the girl?s pert backside. ?Please, show me how it?s done.?

Again dark eyes ticked, flickering between the paddle, the girl?s ass, and Ashlin. He hesitated.

Fredrick was behind him suddenly, his large hand landing sharply upon the thick width of Dominic?s neck. ?You heard her, prisoner. Get us started.? He accentuated his command with a pointed shove that sent Dominic a step forward.

Dominic snarled, drawing in a breath to regain his dwindling equanimity. He wasn?t a fan of such handling and his monstrous size normally deterred any attempts, but in this case it seemed Officer Fredrick considered the strength of his shield stronger than that of his prisoner.

?Do it.? Fredrick snapped.

Dominic spun the paddle in his large hand once more, gaze fixated upon the rich darkness swelling inside the bound girl?s eyes. She looked fearful and yet?anxious. She didn?t want him to strike, and yet couldn?t wait for him to start.

Dominic drew back his arm.

Ashlin?s anticipatory moan was a bit too premature.

Dominic pivoted back as he brought his arm across, catching Fredrick on the side of the head with the wide, hard, face of the paddle. It was a blur of motion and a sickening crack that spilled the Officer unceremoniously onto his back.

?What are you doing?? Ashlin snapped; her air of arousal diminishing, replaced with something sharp and viper-like. She surged forward, intent on moving to the fallen Fredrick?s side, and was surprised to instead be caught around the neck by Dominic?s free hand. She gasped, her small hands instantly clawing at his fingers, desperate to pull them away.

?Is this how you think it?s done?? Dominic growled, the narrow line of his brow bathing his gaze in shade. ?That I just come into the room where the woman is tied and I spank her? Like a Cinemax special or some B-rated schlock film? Is that what you think this is? If so than you are sorely mistaken. This is not about exhibitionism or presentation, you stupid bitch. It?s about obedience, submission, and understanding.? He could see the colors starting to turn on her face, a soft blue tainting the ivory flesh of cheeks and temples. Her eyes were watering. She couldn?t breathe. He could kill her. Right there, he could kill her.

He flung her backwards, slamming her into the table where the girl was bound. Ashlin hit with a sharp crack and a gasp, sucking in as much air as she could to accommodate the need of empty lungs. Dominic was upon her as she stood, thick fingers lacing into the silken black hair at the nape of her neck, taking her by the scruff as though she were an animal. He forced her down, bruising her cheek against the table, bending her across its top. A step forward crushed the bulging girth of his hips against her body, trapping her between the sturdy table and his heavy weight.

?This.? He snarled, taking a step back and jabbing the paddle between her thighs, forcing it upward to lift her skirt and expose the arch of her ass. ?This is how it?s done.?

?Wait.? She whimpered, lips caressing the smooth surface of the table as she looked up in desperate search for an escape. Dominic?s strength easily overpowered her, leaving her pinned beneath his might?and his will.

?We?re a little beyond waiting, don?t you think?? Movement from the corner of his eye revealed the prone form of a stirring Fredrick who was still sprawled across a pool of blood supplied by his leaky head. With a turn Dominic squared up on him, and while maintaining his hold on the back of Ashlin?s neck, drove his leg forward and planted his foot into the crotch of the injured officer.
Fredrick barked out an agonizing sound and cradled his groin with both hands, rolling onto his side in desolate need of relieving the pain.

?Dominic.? Ashlin said, hoping to inspire reason but in the end merely refocusing his attention.

There was no hesitation or dramatic rhythm as he brought the paddle down, just a swift series of strikes that instantly reddened the swell of her backside as the sound of each slap echoed inside the room. In harsh sequence he administered the hurtful impact, tearing whimpers from agape lips as her body jolted under the bearing. A dozen strong-armed swings welted her flesh and darkened its hue, sapping strength from her struggling form to leave her weakly slumped beneath him.

Once satisfied he bent at the waist, his masculine torso hovering above her supine form. Lips lowered until they pressed against the tear-stained span of her cheek. She was sobbing softly, trying to fight back the sniffling. Trying and failing.

?This is how it is.? He whispered. ?It?s not about what you want me to give you. It?s about what I feel you deserve.?

Dominic spun away, the paddle clattering to the floor in the wake of his departing stride. He didn?t look back, not once.

They knew where to find him.