Chapter 11G
Mistress Lash Lee of the Lee Family Dominatrix Guild glared irritatedly at the stupid pet that she was STILL minding for fucking TigerLily! It had been like more than an entire year now since she stupidly agreed to take care of Daemon Princess TigerLily's beloved pet, named "Chappie", for "just a little while!"
The hateful thing had just gnawed a hole through a very expensive latex Dominatrix outfit Lash used for her work!
Lash picked up a whip and attempted to discipline the blasted pet, but it bit the whip and gnawed through it, eating the bit of whip it had gnawed off!
The odious "Chappie" hissed at her through his slobbering razor sharp teeth, growling at her like the asshole he was. He was absolutely huge, more than twice as big as Mistress Lash, a huge hungry greedy asshole of an animal. Chappie looked sort of like a snake, a freaking HUGE snake, but his head was far too big. His monstrous cranium was almost bursting with excessive brain matter, and his skull had high tech bionics sticking out of it to rein in the creatures insatiable killing lust. He floated about psychically from his colossal brain, and was capable of semi-intelligent telepathic conversations.
Chappie was a Tyranid Zoanthrope, an insanely dangerous type of alien monster. TigerLily had somehow acquired the damn thing many years ago, and was keeping the fucking thing as a pet! Chappie had had parts of his brain surgically removed to permanently sever his connection to the Tyranid hive mind, and had had his brain stuffed full of behavioural inhibitor bionic brain implants to make him "safe".
"Fucking TigerLily! Why the hell did I ever agree to take care of you you blasted pet!" Lash shouted at Chappie.
"Feed me," Chappie's insect-like psychic voice demanded telepathically in Lash's mind.
"Screw you you pest! Look what you did to my latex work outfit!" Lash shouted back verbally.
"PLEASE feed me?" Chappie tried, clearly contemplating if more politeness would persuade her.
"WHY did you chew a hole in this outfit?!" Lash demanded.
"It was delicious. I am not finished eating it yet, please give it back," Chappie's psychic voice asked calmly.
"Get in the starvation cage," Lash demanded sternly, pointing at a giant metal cage inscribed with psychic spell eating runes of the blood god Khorne.
"No," Chappie replied simply.
"I said GET in the starvation cage!" Lash demanded with all of the terrifying authority of a purebred Lee Family Dominatrix.
The tyranid was completely unmoved by the stern tone that was so effective at dominating humans. He was not a human, and seemed almost tone deaf to be honest.
"We both know that you are going in that cage. Are you going to make this as difficult as last time?" Lash asked strictly.
"Yes," Chappie replied calmly.
Lash growled with frustration and had to spend the next 20 minutes physically chasing the thing all around her home. The odious thing hissed and snapped the entire time, but his bionic brain implants prevented him from harming her. His bark was worse than his bite, and with a lot of effort she physically man handled the asshole pet into the cage and locked it shut with a psychic proof padlock.
Chappie sulked in the cage, and settled down on the floor of the cage to conserve his energy for the long days of starvation ahead. The starvation cage was the only form of discipline that had any effect on the tyranid. Chappie, like most tyranids, was eternally hungry. If he didn't eat huge amounts of food every HOUR then he chucked a major wobbly. Locking him up in a cage he couldn't get out of and not feeding him for a few days drove him absolutely mad!
Lash would be back later to eat food in front of him just to torment him, to get him back for all the expensive damage he had caused. Well that and the fact that she was a colossal sadist and enjoyed the suffering of others. Chappie would be fine, he could survive many weeks or even months without food on his current fat reserves, he would merely be extremely unhappy.
Lash really was exasperated with that stupid pet, it had destroyed a 1000 credit latex work outfit, a custom made exact replica of the outfits worn by tenth millennium official Japanese Geisha-Dominatrices! It had been hand tailored especially for Lash, with a lot of customised features she had requested!
Lash cursed herself for ever letting TigerLily deceive her into minding this odious thing!
Years ago when TigerLily had been a slippery deceitful mortal Tzeentch sorceress, she had had some truly legendary evil foibles. TigerLily had eventually earned the wrath of her husband, Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson, and he had hired the services of the Lee Family Dominatrix Guild to torture TigerLily as a punishment. TigerLily had had an anti-psychic helmet locked around her head to block her psychic powers, and had been sent in chains to the Guild Dungeons to have their sadistic trade performed on her.
Mistress Lash Lee had been the Dominatrix assigned to torture TigerLily, spending 8 hours a day making TigerLily scream.
It really was something that only a Tzeentch worshipper could be sneaky enough to pull off what happened next, a real testament to just how sneaky TigerLily was. TigerLily had somehow managed to convince Lash, her TORTURER, to agree to mind TigerLily's pet for her! Only TigerLily was slippery enough to pull this off!
TigerLily had then very briefly retrieved the blasted pet for a while after she ascended to Daemonhood, before then leaving the blasted thing in Lash's care once again!
Lash was at her wits end with the blasted pet. She was a sadist, not a psychopath, and didn't kill people or pets like some serial killer. Much as she hated Chappie, she knew that she would never be able to bring herself to actually kill him. She just wasn't evil enough to do that.
Lash was tempted to throw Chappie out of her home, but he would be shot instantly in the constant fighting if she did that. She just wasn't evil enough to do that.
Lash sighed deeply. She was now running late for an appointment with a client. Lash found a new outfit in her wardrobe to replace the destroyed one, covering her entire body in lubricating gel to slide effortlessly into the skintight latex replacement outfit. She then had to perfectly apply her heavy makeup, and gather all her work tools for the appointment up in a carry bag.
Running quite late now, Mistress Lash raced off to her client's apartment, high heels clacking on the metal floor as she raced through the war torn ship.
The corridors were filled with men fighting other men, as Slaaneshi slave women had orgies, and other civilian women scurried around running errands and avoiding the fighting. Lash encountered groups of mercenaries, who checked her bag for weapons and tried to hit on her before letting her pass. The Lee Family Dominatrix Guild was well known and deliberately neutral in all political matters, and Mistress Lash was instantly recognisable as a Guild member, both from her physical perfection and from official Guild insignia prominently tailored into her outfit.
Like all officially bred members of the Guild, Lash had a suitably Dominatrix sounding first name. "Lash" was not a stage name, it was the first name she had been born with. All of the thoroughbreds were given names that would sound good with "Mistress" as a prefix. Like Mistress Lash, Mistress Talon, Mistress Fetter, Mistress Scourge, and Mistress Pain. Only the half breeds like Mandy got given "normal" names.
Lash had been groomed from birth to be a Guild professional Dominatrix. She could barely read or write, as her education had not focused on any of "those" sort of academic skills. She had the maths necessary to handle money transactions, but nothing more. She had the writing necessary to write humiliating things on clients faces in permanent marker, but nothing more. She had not been raised with the skills to do any other type of work, only the Guild leaders received further education.
Since earliest childhood, Lash had learned the Dominatrix art. Her apprenticeship had been long and brutal, her stern and strict training Mistresses demanding nothing short of perfection. Failure was severely punished in the Guild, and Lash really did mean SEVERELY punished! Through pain and discipline she had attained the impossibly high standards of her cruel tutors, and been perfected into an elegant lady of pain.
Lash had been perfect, and so was selected for the breeding program. She had been given a genetically desirable man as her husband, a brutal sadist who had inflicted horrible domestic violence against her. Lash had stayed with her violent husband just long enough to have all the children the Guild wanted her to have, before then divorcing that pig of a man!
In her early forties now, Lash was noticing the first grey hairs, forcing her to dye her hair jet black to hide the grey. The slow creep of old age was showing on her beautiful face, forcing her to use more makeup to hide her age. She had 5 children, the girls being groomed to work in the Guild, and the boys being sent to normal school to let them do what they like in life, the boys might also be wedded to Guild members for the breeding program if their genes were deemed desirable enough by those educated Guild leaders who decided such things.
Lash had not had an easy life, but it had never been dull.
Lash was running very late as she arrived at the home of the anxious client.
"I feared you weren't coming, Mistress Lash," the balding middle aged man client said anxiously but respectfully.
"I am fashionably late, deal with it pig," Lash said dominantly.
The submissive client shuddered and groaned in delight at her words and arrogant tone.
"Get on your hands and knees pig, you will still be paying me for the full hour, even though we have, oh twenty minutes left. Twenty minutes of my gorgeous self is more than you deserve pig," Mistress Lash said with stern arrogance, following the script the client got off on.
Lash then thrilled with genuine pleasure as she got to spend twenty minutes doing wonderfully sadistic things to the client.
"Thanks for your hard earned money pig," Lash told the client at the end when he paid her for the full hour.
The client moaned in pleasure at this, and frantically masturbated as she left.
Lash was on time for her next appointment, another middle aged man, and this time she got to spend the full hour doing wonderfully sadistic things to the man. She absolutely loved her job. Lash was born and bred to do this, and got exquisite pleasure from it. If she hadn't had bills to pay then she would do this stuff for free!
Lash was the first cousin of Mandy's mother, Mistress Talon. Lash had the same instincts as Mandy, only stronger since Lash was purebred. Lash was a perfect blend of Chinese, Japanese, and Korean, with maybe a slight precedence of Chinese blood over the other two. She was slender yet big breasted, an elegant woman with a mouthwatering figure, and a beautiful cruel perfectly symmetrical face.
She was a radiant lady of pain, an elegant cruel goddess, a dominant angel. Where she went, pain soon followed. At her feet each day, grovelling clients cowered in submission.
Mistress Lash wasn't a bad person, certainly not evil at any rate. Her friends actually told her that she was far too nice for her own good, too compassionate. She was a sadist, sure, but that was what she was bred and groomed to be. Her victims all PAID her for the privilege of her sadistic treatment, it was consensual.
When she wasn't kicking her client's asses, she was bending over backwards to help them in private. Helping regular clients repaint their homes for free after work, or in TigerLily's case, minding their pets for them. Outside of a torture session, Lash was a genuinely nice person, albeit rather sadistic.
Lash's main problem was that she only ever met people through her work. All her friends were clients, former clients, or fellow Dominatrices. She had 5 children and worked full time, Lash only really had time to meet people at work. She wasn't dating anyone, meeting all her sexual needs at work. She didn't have the time anyway.
Lash smiled as she entered the apartment of Wendy Sevenson, for the regular appointment she had here each day. Lash was absolutely delighted to see Octavia back in her chains were she belonged, Lash had been extremely worried about Octavia's repeated theft lately.
"Mistress Lash!" Octavia squealed in delight, squirming in her chains.
"Mistress Lash," Wendy said submissively, grovelling at Lash's feet and kissing her shoes.
"Hello sluts, did you miss me?" Lash asked dominantly.
"Yes Mistress Lash," the pair said in unison.
"I missed you sluts too," Lash told the two submissives.
The women got excited, which wasn't difficult for them, and Lash took control of them. Chaining the pair in bondage together and flogging them as they both moaned.
Lash loved Wendy and Octavia. She considered the turbulent couple to be her friends. Occasionally Lash would spend her lunch break with them, and tried to meet up with them socially when she actually had the time. Lash had actually cried when Wendy and Octavia got divorced, they were such a loving couple, raising children together.
It was so good to see them together again, even if they were divorced. Lash really couldn't be happier for them.
For the entire session Lash made the pair of women scream and moan. Octavia in particular responded well to bondage and discipline, it seemed to snap her out of her pathological sex addiction when she was submitting to a suitably dominant partner. Octavia's new husband was the best at this. In his presence Octavia became submissive enough to even behave normally in public. It was only now that her husband was busy fighting that Octavia was running amok without him to dominate her will.
Lash thrilled as she cruelly dominated her two friends, they were such lovely submissives to work with. The whip bit them deeply but both women submissively begged for more. Lash was happy to oblige, whipping them so hard that the whip drew blood. The pair of sluts moaned brazenly and licked the blood off each other's naked bodies.
Both women were white skinned, of indeterminate European heritage. Both were natural brunettes, Wendy with naturally straight shoulder length brown hair, Octavia with naturally curly brown hair that was currently long enough to reach the top of her ass. Octavia's hair was damaged from all her recent times spent crawling around in orgies, and her knees were all scuffed up and scratched from crawling over sharp objects on the floor of the public corridors.
Wendy's hair and skin was immaculately flawless and well cared for. On her right cheek of her face, a bright pink supernatural mark of Slaanesh glowed with a pink light. This was her champion's mark of Slaanesh, identifying her as a chosen chaos champion of Slaanesh. Wendy radiated a sexual energy about herself, very subtle but absolutely lovely to bask in. She was a small petite woman, with cosmetic surgery giving her pleasingly large breasts and enhancing her beauty.
Wendy might be utterly submissive to Dominatrices during consensual sex, but she was extremely dangerous when she chose to be. Wendy had a number of extremely dangerous chaos gifts, including an unholy daemonic strength that could snap through these chains like wet paper. She was extremely tough, able to supernaturally shrug off wounds that should be lethal, as was fitting for a chosen chaos champion.
Fortunately for Lash, Wendy was a grovelling submissive in her own private sex life, complete putty in Mistress Lash's cruel hands.
And Octavia, ah Octavia. Octavia was lust in human form, a masterpiece of the cosmetic surgeon's art, especially since marrying the daemonic surgeon "the Flesh Mistress". Octavia was bulging tits, tiny waist, mouth watering hips, long perfect legs, and a face that men everywhere would masturbate over. She was an 11 on a 1 to 10 scale of beauty, an exquisite work of art.
Octavia was infamous for her passive psychic lust aura, a minor chaos gift of Slaanesh that made her maddeningly irresistible to those without a strong enough will, making her even more intensely desirable. Her voice was supernaturally altered into a haunting siren voice, giving wet pussies and hard erections to all who heard it, just absolutely lovely.
Having two such exquisite women together like this was just heavenly for Lash. Lash was currently completely wet and very tempted to just ditch her other clients today to spend the rest of the day playing with these lovely ladies.
"Mistress Lash, may I please cum?" Octavia asked hopefully.
"Permission denied!" Lash said sternly, and pushed the vibrator even harder against Octavia's dribbling wet pussy.
Octavia groaned in torment and obeyed. She was so submissive that even her sex addiction could be overridden by a suitably dominant partner. She was a mass of competing sexual addictions, with a strict hierarchy of which particular sexual desire took precedence. Submission was above sex in this hierarchy of addictions, letting Lash control her orgasms like this.
Wendy was moaning her head off, but hadn't asked permission to cum yet, and Lash turned up the speed of Wendy's vibrator. Lash had a vibrator in each hand, one against each woman's pussy, and the pair of sluts were moaning frantically.
Lash was just about to give the sluts permission to cum when a squad of armed mercenaries broke into the apartment!
The men all paused at the sight of Lash and the two submissives, and then cheered. The men eagerly unzipped their flies and sauntered over to the three women having sex. Lash knew that it was suicidal to resist, and instead warmly invited the men to join them.
The men looted the apartment. They also eagerly had sex with Wendy and Octavia, and, with the aide of a gun held to the side of her head, Lash was "encouraged" to let the men have sex with her also...
Lash looked at Wendy, wondering if she would go berserk. Wendy's face had a look of deep fear, not fear for her own safety but for the safety of Octavia and Lash.
Lash understood what was going through Wendy's mind. Wendy might be capable of shrugging off las gun fire, but Octavia and Lash weren't. If Wendy went berserk ripping arms out of sockets then Octavia and Lash might get caught in the return fire from the squad. To protect the lives of her sexual partners, Wendy was offering no resistance.
The three gorgeous women were in no danger of being killed by these men if they remained gentle and passive. These men wanted to fuck them, and they needed them alive for sex. It was an unspoken rule among the mercenaries not to kill "the hot ones", and only ugly women were in any danger of being killed for fun. The men wanted "the hot ones" alive to enjoy again in the future, often coming back over and over again to sleep with the same women repeatedly.
"I missed you Tony," Octavia moaned at one of the mercenaries, apparently on a first name basis with the men of this squad.
"I missed you too girl, had to wait for the Night Lords to leave before we could return," this "Tony" replied cheerfully, chatting even while balls deep in Octavia.
"My brothers and cousins will get you one of these days," Wendy warned from where she was unhappily being fucked by another mercenary.
"We missed you too Wendy, don't worry about your brothers, we have their movements followed. We will be visiting you girls for a long time to come," Tony chuckled.
Octavia clapped her hands in celebration at this news, Wendy groaned at it.
"My name is Mistress Lash Lee, it's nice to meet you boys," Lash said conversationally, even though she was being fucked at gun point.
The men all said hi and introduced themselves.
"Are you the ones who keep letting Octavia out of her chains these past few days?" Lash asked the talkative rapists.
"Yeah, we make a point of visiting Octavia whenever we can, she's a great gal," Tony said happily.
"You are such naughty boys. You need to chain her back up afterwards. She keeps getting loose and joining those moving orgies outside when you leave. The poor thing almost died in the fighting," Lash gently reprimanded the rapists.
"Oh shit, really? I didn't know that. I don't want the poor girl getting killed. I promise that we will chain her up again from now on," Tony promised.
Lash thanked him and then quieted down for a while, loudly faking orgasms to excite the men into cumming faster. Wendy was totally silent, not encouraging this in any way. At least Octavia was clearly having a great time...
"It's been fun boys but I really need to leave for my next client. May I please be excused?" Lash asked politely.
"I still haven't had a turn of you!" One of the mercenaries complained.
"Yeah, and I want another go of her too. Sorry Lash but you aren't going anywhere," a mercenary named Dave said firmly.
"Ok boys, I will stay," Lash said nervously as she felt a gun press against her temple.
"Yay! Lets have an all night party!" Octavia squealed excitedly.
***...
Lash's pussy was rather sore many hours later when the squad finally left. Damn that had been a lot of sex!
Octavia was tugging desperately on her chains trying to follow the men, having been chained back up by the mercenaries as promised. Wendy was looking violated but too submissive in the presence of Lash to get up and wash.
Lash used Wendy's wall phone and called the Guild, explaining that she had been raped at gun point for hours. The Guild passed on this information to all the clients who had been stood up, saving Lash from the emotionally draining task of ringing up each individual client and having to tell the story of her rape over and over again.
"My brothers will get those bastards! This indignity will not go unpunished!" Wendy spat venomously to no one in particular.
"I don't want vengeance, I just want to forget this ever happened. This is far from my first rape," Lash said quietly, feeling violated from the experience.
The sounds of gunfire could be heard outside, indicating a nearby street battle, and Lash had no desire to go wandering the walkways of the ship during a lethal gun battle. This was a good time to just stay put, her life was worth more than the lost time.
"I think that I will stay with you sluts until the fighting dies down outside," Lash told Octavia and Wendy dominantly.
"Yes Mistress Lash," the pair of submissive women said in unison.
"Thank you sluts. How are you sluts feeling?" Lash asked dominantly.
"Horny Mistress Lash," Octavia replied submissively.
"Violated and angry Mistress Lash," Wendy said angrily but still deeply submissive.
Lash walked to Wendy and crouched down to look her in the eyes at face level. Lash then passionately kissed Wendy, which deeply calmed the submissive chaos champion.
Octavia whined for attention but Lash ignored the insatiable nymphomaniac, Octavia was almost incapable of being truly raped against her will, but Wendy had been obviously very badly raped and needed a lot of calming down to make her feel better. Lash did nothing sexual to Wendy, as no woman who is not a complete nymphomaniac wants sex right after traumatic rape, merely kissing Wendy for almost an hour, which calmed her deeply.
When Lash finally broke the kiss Wendy was calm and looking at Lash with deep submission. Lash was currently Wendy's only Dominatrix, and found Lash's kisses deeply soothing and calming. Wendy was now utterly submissive and gentle, looking passively to Lash for direction.
Lash lifted Wendy's chin, inspecting her pretty face, and Wendy was completely passive and compliant. Lash stroked her face soothingly, making Wendy sigh with bliss.
"Are you ok now slut?" Lash asked softly.
"No Mistress Lash, not totally ok but a lot better than I was," Wendy replied submissively.
"Go get yourself cleaned up slut," Lash ordered Wendy.
"Yes Mistress Lash," Wendy said submissively and left the room.
Lash turned her attention to Octavia. Octavia was chained wrist and ankle to a Saint Andrew's cross near the wall of the room, completely naked and struggling frantically to get free and have sex. Octavia seemed completely unfazed by the rape, but the lack of attention on the other hand was driving her mad.
Lash sighed and sauntered over to the struggling spread eagle woman.
"Please fuck me!" Octavia pleaded Lash.
"Permission denied. Now stop being naughty and behave yourself," Lash said sternly.
"Yes Mistress Lash," Octavia said submissively and became passive, her sex addiction overridden for as long as she was being dominated.
"Are you ok after the rape?" Lash asked with authoritative concern.
"Yes Mistress Lash, I liked all the sex and consented to it," Octavia purred happily.
"I'm glad to hear that slut," Lash said sincerely.
"Are you ok Mistress Lash?" Octavia asked with genuine concern.
"No, really really not ok. I don't cope well with being gang raped for hours at gun point. I have been a lot better than I am right now," Lash admitted.
"I am so sorry that you are unhappy Mistress Lash," Octavia said humbly.
"I was already having a bad day earlier thanks to Chappie," Lash said with a sigh.
"Chappie the Tyranid? I thought he died or something, haven't seen him in ages," Octavia said in surprise.
"He has been living with me ever since TigerLily was defeated by Egg. He is an absolute pest," Lash said grumpily.
Lash ran her hands over Octavia's defenceless naked body, making the nymphomaniac moan with pleasure. Lash wasn't in the mood for sex so soon after the rape however, and merely gave Octavia a cuddle to calm her own nerves, taking comfort in the aura of intense pleasure that surrounded Octavia at all times.
The gunfire outside was getting closer by the minute, and Lash resigned herself to the fact that the victors of the fighting might well rape her all over again. Lash was a very beautiful woman, and prone to being targeted by rapists, this was just how it goes in the forces of chaos during a war.
Wendy returned naked from the bathroom all cleaned up, and crawled submissively to Lash on her hands and knees. Lash affectionately patted Wendy's hair, finding the presence of the two submissives deeply soothing. With so much danger right outside, the comfort of their presence was a relief to her frayed nerves.
Lash screamed in fear as a gigantic chaos space marine scout burst into the room from outside! They were going to be raped again!
"Hi Mum, hi Mummy Wendy," the terrifying 8 foot giant said in a shockingly deep voice.
"Augusta! My baby boy!" Octavia squealed happily.
Lash sighed in relief, it was just Octavia's bastard son, the illegitimate son of Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson. The Night Lords Chaos Lord was known for his fondness of having sex with Octavia, and her son Augusta was the fruit of this coupling.
Augusta grinned a psychotic smile at his mother. He was completely covered in blood and gore, and in his left hand he held a severed head of a combatant. The burly tall young man was only a teenager, but was already almost as big as his giant father, all muscle and bone controlled by the mind of a brutal psychopath.
"How goes the fighting?" Wendy asked frantically.
"Not sure Mummy Wendy, I just have fun killing, no idea what is going on beyond the killing." Augusta said cheerfully to his ex stepmother Wendy.
"What about right outside the apartment?" Wendy pressed urgently.
"Slaughtering some human mercenaries, they keep fleeing rather than fighting, it's extremely frustrating," Augusta grumbled.
"Thank Slaanesh for that, we were all just raped for many hours at gun point!" Wendy exclaimed.
"Someone raped my mothers! Who are they, I will gut them!" Augusta bellowed with psychotic rage.
"Don't hurt them baby! I love it when they visit me for sex!" Octavia pleaded.
"Gut them! They raped all three of us for hours!" Wendy demanded.
The burly psychopath looked between his "Mum Octavia" and "Mummy Wendy" with his beady psychotic eyes, clearly unsure which of his two mothers to obey. Like many psychotic killers, Augusta was a momma's boy, cheerfully killing in cold blood for his beloved mothers.
"So do I kill these guys or not? I can smell them in the air and can track them. I can't both kill and not kill at the same time," Augusta said confused.
"Mistress Lash, what do you think he should do?" Wendy asked submissively.
"I think that this is a family matter, it's not my place to join in here," Lash said in surprise.
"Yes Mistress Lash," Wendy said submissively.
"Don't hurt them!" Octavia insisted.
"Kill them!" Wendy countered.
"When you both decide together let me know," Augusta said exasperatedly.
Lash cracked a whip loudly in the air, and the two submissive women instantly stopped squabbling with each other. Augusta clapped his blood stained hands in applause of the sudden silence.
"Is the fighting over outside the apartment?" Lash asked hopefully.
"It's hardly a fight, just a hunt really. Plenty of time left to keep the slaughter going," Augusta said with psychotic cheerfulness.
"Is it safe for me to go home?" Lash rephrased the question.
"Please don't leave Mistress Lash, we love you," Octavia begged.
Augusta folded his arms and said, "you heard my Mum, you are staying here. If you leave without my Mum's permission I will gut you,"
Lash balked and blanched with dismay at the callous certainty in the psychopath's voice, this was no idle threat, he really would kill her!
"AUGUSTA! How dare you threaten poor Mistress Lash like that! You will not harm her, is that clear!" Wendy shouted at her colossal step son.
"Fine Mummy Wendy, no need to shout. I won't hurt this woman," Augusta said sulkily.
Lash trembled with relief, the thought of a Night Lord wanting her dead was utterly horrifying!
"I think that perhaps I can stay a while," Lash offered, not wanting to take any chances with the giant psychopath.
Octavia cheered happily.
***...