Chapter 10:
They weren't supposed to be doing this, but it felt sooo good. Bonnie couldn't help wanting to do this, and Finn seemed helpless to resist her advances. So far, they'd done nothing worse than what they were doing now. Just kissing–and a little petting. That was all they ever did. Finn would hold her as he held her now, hand stroking her body, touching all the right places and making her hotter than a night in the Night-O-Sphere. His hands would stroke her plump boobies, and he'd tease her tongue or bite her throat. And sometimes, if she pushed him hard enough, he would play with her pussy.
Sitting on his lap, Bonnie could feel the effect she was having on him. His hard cock was pressed against the curve of her ass, and she could feel it through her dress and his pants. She'd been trying to work him up too. She'd hinted on several occasions that she wouldn't mind taking care of his little problem for him, though Finn had pretended not to understand. Still, she thought his resolve was weakening. She'd come in wearing some of his favorite things today–a beautiful dark pink gown over lacy white stockings. He liked old-fashioned undies like that, and he'd confessed that Simone often wore them for him. But he'd admitted that he first discovered that with her.
His hand was slowly creeping up the outside of her calf, sliding across the silk and slowly making her dress slide up her leg. They were getting carried away, and it was getting harder and harder to stop. They both justified this. He wasn't cheating on his wife. He was showing affection to an old and dear friend.
As long as they always stopped.
I don't want him to stop, she thought. He always did, but she didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to slide the dress off her body. She wanted him to lay her on top of the desk like he had that night a year and a half ago. She wished he would take her–fuck her–hard like he had then. She wanted that big, fat dick inside her. "Mmmm," moaned Bonnie, as she felt his hand against her knee. Was this going to be the day?
A noise outside startled him, and he broke that kiss. Breathlessly, Bonnie lay against him a moment longer. Then, rising, she straightened her clothing. Finn quickly wiped his face clean of the evidence of their transgressions. The Queen no longer wore perfume, and she'd been seriously considering abandoning the lipstick and other things she typically wore to avoid attracting attention to them. Finn called out to his visitor, "come in."
His visitor was Lieutenant Steele, the leader of the Heavy boys. "Boss," he greeted Finn. He offered the Princess a bow. Finn answered that with, "hey, Luke. What's up?" The banana replied, "Rick and AJ are in Frozen Yogurt Kingdom. They've rented a house and got the Guest all set up." Which was great news for Finn. He'd been worried about PB's plan. Now he totes felt like a jerk for doubting. "Thanks for the news, man," Finn told him. Luke Steele got on his way, heading off to the gun range to practice with his dudes.
When the officious Banana had gone, Finn shut the door and turned to his almost-lover. Smiling, Bonnie rose and walked over to him. As soon as she was within range, Finn gathered her into his arms. Laying her head on his shoulder, she sniffed back tears and said, "I love you..." Puzzled and a little concerned, Finn pulled away and held her at arms length. "W-what's wrong, Peebles," he asked? "I... I'm selfish, Finn," she sniffled. "I-I want to keep things the way they are. I know that's what we have to do... but I want more." Finn glanced away, and she knew she was only echoing what he felt. Taking his face in her hands, she turned those blue eyes back to hers.
"Finn," she breathed, "do you know what a mistress is?" Finn's face went hot. He knew the word. Emeraude had mentioned it the day she'd given up on stealing him from Simone. He knew exactly where Bonnie was going with this, and he knew exactly what that would do to Simone and Emeraude. At the same time, he had hungered for Bonnie for so long–more than twenty years in fact–that he knew he would say yes if they spent very much more time together like this. They were teetering on the edge of the abyss. Gathering her into his arms, Finn kissed those sugary-sweet lips and ran his fingers through her sticky pink hair.
Laying her head on his shoulder again, Bonnie sighed. "I don't want to take you away from them, Finn," she said. "I... I'm not built that way. We both know I make a rotten girlfriend. I just... Whatever moments I can have." Finn nodded. With the kids out of the house, he had a little more time on his hands now, and Simone and Emeraude, with their new-found freedom, were branching out and enjoying their own lives. Simone was making up for seventeen years and more of being a housewife. He loved her, and he was happy about that. At the same time, he was admittedly very lonely just now, and he couldn't help feeling forgotten. When they ignored his calls and hung up on him at every turn, he couldn't help it.
Moving to the door, Bonnie said, "think about it, Finn." She left him then. She left him staring at the door, breathing in her scent and thinking dangerous thoughts. They were skirting the edge of dangerous waters. He knew that Simone and E wouldn't be happy about what they were already doing. He could claim he hadn't cheated, but it was sort of a hollow claim the way he'd touched her lately. At the same time, Bonnie wasn't the only one who wanted more. He was losing his way. He had been thinking of going out to the Grey Forest to see his ladies. Work had gotten in the way, though. With them finally getting ahead of things on the gang front, he couldn't leave.
Returning to his desk, Finn sat down to work, but it was hard focusing when his mind kept going back to Bonnie and her words. He kept on thinking about what she was offering and what it represented. It was the fulfillment of all the dreams he'd had when he was a boy, and at the same time it was the destruction of everything he held dear. He had to escape. He needed to get away before he sinned. Putting the reports and documents aside, he picked up the phone, dialed Simone, and waited.
In the Grey Forest, Simone distractedly glanced over at her phone. It was Finn. Again. Damn, she thought. He picked the worst damned times! She'd been trying to talk to him for weeks now, but every time they got on the phone together, something happened to get in the way. Betty glared at her. Face hot, Simone said, "I've got to take this." Betty grabbed the phone before Simone could grab it. Flicking it on, she said, "Finn. Yes, it's Betty. We're busy. Call back some other time." And she hung up in his face. Slapping the phone on the table, the older woman said, "we're about to go raid a den of slavers, Simone. We don't have time for games." Simone choked back what she had been about to say. Betty was right, and she knew it. Their lives were on the line. Emeraude's life was on the line.
Simone rose, pocketed her phone, and adjusted the crown on her head. Much like the Ice-Tiara, the crown adhered to her hair to the point that it took real force to dislodge it. Emeraude's work had been nearly perfect. The crown was a much weaker replica of the Tiara that she'd worn during her first year of 'life', and she found herself touching it in unconscious habit. She didn't like the madwoman who'd worn the Tiara. She didn't like the Ice-Queen at all. Much as Emeraude hated Huntress Wizard, Simone hated her alter-ego. One more time, she thought. She had to do this one more time. It was for Emeraude, for her people, and for Simon, who'd given her life. The three headed out into the afternoon sun, bound for the awful prison that held Simone's friend.
Meanwhile, Emeraude Mertens sat biding her time in the back of a cell. She'd been here several days already getting poked and prodded by the sick fuckers who worked for her mother, and she was definitely ready for this particular dick-dance to be over. They'd had men here from all over checking out the merchandise. And her mother had been by repeatedly to gloat.
Marjolaine had been delighted when her trap had netted the nasty customer that she really wanted to hurt. She had a lot of enemies, but none she wished more harm to than her daughter. Now she was planning to mete out a suitably appropriate punishment for the wench who'd betrayed her on occasions too numerous to mention. The older woman felt a sense of euphoric delight as she came down the cell gallery towards the block that housed her witch of a child. She was wearing Huntress Wizard's bracer–the notorious weapon that had slain hundreds over the years. She'd been delighted to see it stripped from the little whore's unconscious body. Now it was a rather ugly trophy.
"Good morning, sweetie," the older woman announced as she peered into the cell. Emeraude was alone in the little cubicle. She was too dangerous to be left with anybody. Staring back through the bars at her mother, the little woman said nothing. "Not a word to say to your mother," burbled Marjolaine? "Nothing at all? Not going to talk tough and threaten me?" The wizard woman shrugged by way of reply. "Don't you even want to know what your fate is to be," asked the evil mother? Huntress Wizard snorted. As if.
Irritated–the bitch would clam up now when the worm was turned–Marjolaine almost stormed off. Standing there, fighting her own anger, she took a few minutes to get control of herself. This bitch was nothing. Very soon she would be less than nothing. Marjolaine already had the film rights in hand and the distribution channels lined up.
"You're going to star in a picture," said the older woman, who now wore a very evil smile. The wizard said nothing to that. "I'm selling you to the Red Palace," said Marjolaine. Huntress Wizard rolled her eyes. The snuff merchants. She was selling her own child to people who made snuff films. That was so typical of her. Everything devolved to the lowest level with this insipid bitch. She was like a creature of awful, base instincts. Fucking, feasting, and feuding. That was all that seemed to matter to Marjolaine Baudin.
"Don't worry about my end," chuckled the older woman. "I own the rights. I'm going to put it in theaters across Ooo." Howling laughter, she said, "maybe your husband will see it, eh? I could send him a copy!" The wizard said not a word. Seeing that this little bitch didn't intend to give her any satisfaction at all, the evil older woman signaled for the guards. Stepping back, she retreated up the hall as they went in to retrieve the merchandise. She didn't want to be in the hall. Just in case. It didn't hurt to be careful.
Emeraude Mertens came out of the cell much as she'd gone in–dressed in only her underthings. They'd stripped her naked while she was unconscious, taking all her clothes, the weapons concealed on her person, and her Instrument too. Now they shackled her wrists together and chained them to her waist. Then they led her down the hall towards the place where her mother did her dirt. Striding along, head high, the wizard looked as though she were on a stroll instead of heading out to be sold to the most evil creatures on Ooo. The creatures of the Red Palace thrived on pain and misery. They kept their sentient chattel in the worst conditions possible to break their wills and make them fonts of human agony.
Those creatures dealt the most perfectly docile of slaves–creatures so broken that they would willingly turn over their own family to be enslaved. As if that wasn't awful enough, the masked fiends of the Red Palace were infamous as purveyors of the most twisted and evil films imaginable. Their awful works were banned in most of the Kingdoms of Ooo, and they traveled at their own risk because most rulers would arrest them on sight.
As Huntress Wizard entered the awful auction-hall that her mother kept, she scanned the scene, finding the usual crowd of twisted sicksters on hand. Her mother delightedly announced just who they had up for sale, and the pack of them stood up and took notice. In the back of the room–in a box seat–she found one of the monstrous entities from the Red Palace, garbed in the ugly, all-enveloping robes that its kind wore. This one came in a disgusting red the color of dried blood, and the wizard scowled at it as she was led up the aisle.
The little woman was led into the center of the room and made to turn this way and that, while her mother's goons fondled her boobies and showed off her assets to all and sundry. The wizard said not a word, in spite of the numerous provocations. Then, finally, the evil bitch got the business underway. As Huntress Wizard stared at the evil creature at the end of the hall, Marjolaine auctioned her life to the highest bidder.
The fix was in, of course. Marjolaine simply wanted the most money she could get for her daughter's life. She had her shills in the audience, and they ran the price up on the Red Palace's emissary. In the end, the sick fuck at the end of the hall paid ten-thousand coins for the privilege of doing Marjolaine's dirty work and handing her the means to profit from her own daughter's murder afterwards. The wizard stood there stoically as the owner of this emporium of evil pronounced the sentence.
Marjolaine could hardly wait for the video! She was excited! She was stoked about the idea of seeing her hated daughter get her just comeuppance. There were gangsters and assorted other victims who had reserved copies of the resulting video. It would have been well worth it to kill the bitch and bring her back to life if that were at all possible. That would have let Marjolaine sell her death twice.
And then a strange thing happened.
Huntress Wizard fell to her side and curled into a ball. Finally figured it out, have you, thought the evil mother? Down on the hall floor, Huntress reached into her mouth, pinched the piercing in her tongue, and whispered a word of power. Momentarily, she was drawing a sliver of silver from her mouth. That sliver twisted itself around her index finger, as she withdrew the fingers from her mouth. The Instrument was limited. There wasn't enough circuitry there to amplify her powers very much. She really needed it for just one spell, though.
Pointing her hand skyward, she focused a blast-bolt at the roof, blasting the lid off that place of horrors. Marjolaine, threw herself to the floor in terror. How had the bitch done that?! She was supposed to be disarmed! She was going to skin her idiot guards. They'd supposedly searched every nook and cranny! Rising, she peered out at the scene in the hall, expecting to see her bitch of a kid kicking the shit out of the guards.
Instead, she found the guards beating her daughter within an inch of her life! She'd shot her bolt! Whatever she'd used for that little stunt, she'd apparently had only one shot at it! Still, Marjolaine wanted to be sure her daughter survived to do her closeup in the Red Palace. Rising to her feet once more, she shouted for her guards to stop. The guards ceased the brutal thrashing they had been giving her daughter in favor of hauling her to her feet once more. Emeraude stood there smiling at her mother in spite of the split lip and the bruises decorating her body. Cunt, thought Marjolaine.
That was when three forms dropped down through the hole in the roof. Simon Petrikov and Simone Mertens hurled jagged bolts of ice at the thugs in the hall, slaying several in one pass. Betty Petrikov hurled blast-bolts at the guards, blowing several of them apart and sending the rest fleeing in a panic. The scene devolved into a chaotic swirl of fleeing gangsters, terrified slaves, and slavers being blasted to a pulp or being frozen in their tracks. In the middle of it, Betty blasted the shackles off Emeraude and tossed her the bangle that she typically wore in her working life.
As a horrified Marjolaine looked on, the notorious Huntress Wizard waded in, helping the other three to smash her carefully built and nurtured business. Knowing what the penalty for slaving would be, the wicked mother fled. She ran from the hall, trusting the precautions she'd taken to let her reach the doors before the brutal fighting in the hall brought unwanted attention. Rushing to her office, she gathered up some papers and the little cash that she kept here, packing it all into a small bag. Then she ran for the entry, promising herself that she would kill that nasty cunt someday.
With her bag in hand, the slaver ran down the corridor to the exit. Emerging into the light, she ran straight into the Lawkeeper and her posse, finding a pack of humorless women waiting out there. "I'm so disappointed in you," rumbled Sebua. Marjolaine spat at her feet. "Do what you came for," she muttered. She put out her arms to be shackled. Sebua motioned for one of her guards to do the deed. She didn't want anything to do with this bitch.
Minutes later, Emeraude emerged from the bunker-like underground prison where she'd been held prisoner. After the time she'd spent in the dungeon, the sunlight felt good on her skin. The lawkeepers had things well in hand, having arrested everybody who'd run. They had needed to kill the Red Palace's Envoy. The nasty creature had melted into a puddle of greenish goop when Simon slagged him. They got most everybody else, though. The Matriarch was going to hang the lot of them.
Striding up to her mother, Huntress Wizard said, "you can keep the bracer, Marjolaine. I'll be happy not to see it again." And without a further word, she walked away from her past, bound for her aunt's home. Coming up alongside her, Simone said, "I'm glad you're alright." Emeraude smiled at her. Stopping there on the trail, she turned and hugged her best friend. Simone hadn't exactly been thrilled by this plan. While it had been important to catch Marjolaine red-handed, she didn't like the idea of using Emeraude as bait. She was terrified of what could happen to someone she found very dear and even more frightened of what Emeraude's death–and the wish–would do to Finn.
"Finn called," she said. "We should call him back and explain things..." "We've got an appointment with the Matriarch," Betty declared. "You can listen to that man's griping later." Simone sighed heavily. She needed to get that straightened out. She'd mentioned Finn's complaints just once, and now her mother thought he was a jerk, calling to insist she return home every chance he got. It wasn't fair. Finn was doing his best with this, and he deserved better. "We'll call him after we get done," said Emeraude. "Ok," sighed Simone.