Her Majesty's Helmsman
By: Hunter Axe
Synopsis: You are the imperious condescension. You have acquired a new helmsman for your flagship. You picked him off just before his execution. His powers are second to none, so you decide that you cannot wait go break him in.
Chapter One: Can't wait
You are the imperious condescension. Of course you prefer the condensce because it follows the eight letter rule for names for trolls. Rules, you love rules, especially your rules. Anyone who does not follow them, well, they're not worth your time. You just kill them all and move on. Being empress of the troll world is pretty amazing still. It is so amazing that you want to become empress of other places too. You have a ship all prepared to go on your grand adventure to control everything you can get your hands on.
Unfortunately, you don't have that final piece you need before you can leave.
That's okay though because today you have it at last.
Today you're excited, and by all means -EXCIT-ED.
It took you sweeps to do it, but you got. You really really got it. You finally got your hands on a low-blood.
He's not just any low-blood. If that was case he would be dead. Oh no, not him! You have plans for him. He's special, oh so special and you finally have him. He's that final piece you need. That piece you've searching for sweeps. And now he's yours.
This man, your prisoner, has power of unimaginable value.
He's has psionic powers.
His class typically has these powers. They are so great they can power up any flagship, your flag ship. With him you can finally reach your goal of being the empress of the universe! With this information, you could've gotten ANY low-blood.
But this one is very special to you.
You picked him right from his execution.
That's right. He was a follower of that nubby horned peasant blood.
You can't remember his name. But you remember his blood color.
It was red, but not any red; it was a bright candy red. It was… beautiful for a peasant blood color. It was exotic, you love exotic things. You love making them yours. It is such a shame he was executed. He would've been such a lovely little toy.
You love toys. You love breaking your toys. You would've liked to…paint your throne red with him! You laugh, but enough of that. You must get back to thinking about your prisoner.
Yours. Ah, how everything belonging to you sounds so soothing. Everything always sounded better with your name on it.
Back to the prisoner. He is the –Eiioniic. You've heard many things about him.
You heard especially that his telekinetic powers are second to none.
With that kind of power, he'll power up your ship and then some. Your flagship will be the fastest any one has every seen.
Yes you can hardly wait.
You're about to go and introduce yourself to your new subject. You stop because you hear fighting right outside your throne room.
That's right; you were having him delivered here. It seems like the little guppy has some fight left in him. You decide not to go just yet; you peek out the key hole. You see him thrashing and flailing about. He's tied up a bit. That won't stop him from beating on the prison guards. You smile to yourself, you love a fighter. You see more guards going in. A larger troll guard comes from behind your prisoner. He smashes his fist against the back of your prisoner's head. He goes down.
A swift kick to your prisoner's chest ends his thrashing. He curls up into a ball and moans in pain.
It sounded so sweet. The squelching sound from the punch to the head and the cracking sounds from his kicked ribs sounded like music to your ears. The sweetest sound of all is his cries of pain. How they make your finned ears twitch with excitement.
You hear him cursing up a storm. He still has some fire left in him. That'll do, now you really can't wait. You simply cannot stand another minute of this. You grabbed the doorknob and open the door. The guards turn to you and immediately. They pulled your prisoner to his knees and the all kneel before you. They forced the –Eiioniic to kneel before you as well. He looks up at you, his multi-colored eyes burning with pure hatred. You smile a really big toothy grin.
You really can't wait to break him in.
To be continued…
A/N: this is the first chapter so don't expect a lot of horror just yet. I might add gore later. I might have to change the rating later. I thought this story would sound better in second person view. You can actually feel like a huge bitch like I'm trying to make the Condensce out to be. I thought about this after I saw some pictures on Deviantart. Many were of the Condensce and her Helmsman. I saw a specific that had a comment about the Condensce actually having a twisted relationship with the helmsman. This is why I wrote this I hope you like it!