Revenge is best served cold
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madame_dennaCharacters: Denna/Cara
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: dark, non-con (as for Mord'Sith power struggle)
Word count: ~1440
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course - no money is made.
Today was the final day.
The day Cara's pet would finally break under her constant training and she therefore prove to her sisters how worthy she was to become a true Mord'Sith. Finally, they'd have to acknowledge her as one of their own and show her the respect she deserved. Cara had been training her pet for a couple of days now, she actually thought he might break the day before, but he's more resistant than she'd haven given him credit for. Nonetheless soon he would call only for his Mistress. For her.
And today was going to be that day.
Already in anticipation, Cara made her way through the long hallways, took the stairs down to the torch lightened dungeons. The closer she came, the louder and intense became the sounds of whining Agiels and cries of pain and agony. Faltering in her step as she recognized a voice, this particular howling scream. Cara quickened her pace and just as she turned around the last corner, she saw it.
Triana was training her pet.
Closing the final distance between them, Cara's hard gaze found the dark brown eyes of her sister. "What do you think you're doing? This is my pet!", she hissed between clenched teeth, barely able to contain the anger rising to the surface as her hand went provocatively to clasp around her Agiel.
Triana only smirked. "Obviously... you're not able to perform your duties to everyone's satisfaction." Cara's grip on her Agiel tightened so hard that her knuckles turned white beneath the soft leather of her gloves.
"I was ordered to train your pet." Triana continued smugly and glanced over to the man hanging in metal chains, adoring his maltreated body, all over covered with bloody bruises, then met eyes with Cara again with a sigh on her lips, "He downright begged me to break him. And.. I granted his wish. Didn't I, pet?"
"Yes Mistress!" came the muffled reply from the man, as he choked on his own blood.
Anger turned into raging fury, crashing wildly against the walls of Cara's self-control. It was too much. The humiliation struck her brutally right to the heart. The moment Cara lost her temper was as she watched Triana's self satisfied grin broaden even wider. Her Agiel whined and with a hard strike to the face the brunette crashed hard against the stone floor.
"Who ordered you to train my pet?" Cara choked out, still blazing with anger.
Triana looked up, an indefinable expression on her face as she wiped away the blood running down her chin with the back of her hand.
"Denna."
In the blink of an eye, Cara turned on her heels and hastened away.
This time Denna had taken it too far.
~~~
The heavy doors of the Mord'Sith bathing chamber slammed shut behind her as her eyes frantically searched the room. Finally. There she was, lazily resting her elbows on the edge of the basin not even bothering to turn around to face the intruder.
Cara would have thought that the extensive search for the blonde Mord'Sith would have calmed her down, but she still could feel the indignity as a bitter, sour taste on her tongue, making her blood boil hot in her veins all over again.
"You are disturbing my bath." Denna growled, annoyance ringing clear in her tone, unmoving, still with her back to the other Mord'Sith. Obviously Denna thought that the demanding power of her tone alone would enforce her solitude again and most certainly it would have worked on any other person - only not this time, not with her.
"Am I, Mistress Denna?" Cara inquired flatly as she came to stand at the rim of the stairs, leading into the steaming pool. "How unfortunate," she added, the mocking undertone unmistakable in her voice.
Cara could practically watch the muscles of her back tense up as Denna straitened her spine, then ever so slowly turned around to finally face her.
"Indeed." Denna stated, pondered on her own statement for a moment, then titled her head to one side. "Was there something you wanted?"
"Actually," Cara began thoughtful, "I wondered if there wasn't something you wanted to talk to me about!? My pet? Trina? Are you clueing in?"
Denna pursed her lips tightly and nodded in feigned sympathy. "You see Cara, I have realized, that you are not ready," she said, slowly wading through the water in Cara's direction, "Maybe in a couple of years, maybe never." Denna took the steps out of the water, halting in front of the other Mord'Sith. "I just think, that you don't have, what it needs to be a true Mord'Sith."
Cara tried to fight the urge to hit the blonde and bit the insides of her mouth until the metallic taste of blood blossomed on her tongue. "You don't know anything about me!" Cara spit out trembling as a wave of renewed rage once again cursed through her. Hands clenched into fists at her side.
"You are weak, soft-hearted and unworthy to claim yourself as one of us," Denna continued coldly, grasping Cara's chin in an iron grip, steel blue eyes locked on raging green ones, "now go and let one of your sisters train you until you're less pathetic." With that Denna pushed her backwards and let go of her.
As Denna turned her back on her to re-enter the baths, Cara knew Denna had made one last mistake for the day.
Denna was fast to turn around as soon as the whining scream of an Agiel reached her ears, but in the end not quite fast enough. The fraction of a dizzy moment after Cara struck her, was everything Cara needed. In a heartbeat Cara had brought the blonde down, hands in a tight grip behind her back and pinned her roughly to the stone floor.
"How dare you," Denna hissed, somewhat muffled as Cara pressed her harder to the ground.
Cara leaned down, to whisper close to Denna's ear, "now, I'm going to show you, how weak and soft-hearted I really am."
"I will enjoy punishing you personally for that!" Denna growled, as she struggled to free herself out of Cara's grip.
"I'm most sure you will", Cara acknowledged, nodding even if Denna could not see it, "but it will have to wait. First, I'm going to train you ."
Denna chuckled and momentarily stopped her struggling motion, "you now truly lost your mind."
Cara laid herself on top of the blonde's back, one hand holding Denna's between their bodies, while the other hand forced its way in between the floor and Denna's flesh. As her fingers reached their final destination, Denna's body went motionless beneath her.
"What are.." Denna never finished that sentence as Cara's hand pressed between her thighs.
"Mistress Denna," Cara mocked, "you're enjoying this."
Denna choked out a bearly audible, "not in the slightest."
Cara leaned down, biting playfully at Denna's neck, then trailing with the tip of her tongue over the rim of her ear, excited as the blonde shivered slightly, "but I can feel it," Cara whispered in her ear, her bare finger pressed deeper and Denna was not able to stifle the soft low moan. "You're all wet for me already."
"Now enough of this - let go of me." Denna bit down on her lip, obviously trying to react not any further to Cara's intimate assaults, only to break the skin, as Cara pressed with the tip of her finger further inside her.
"Mistress," Cara purred as she pressed deeper, "tell me that you actually like what I'm doing."
"No," Denna all but moaned.
"You actually enjoy when somebody else takes control," Cara pressed, her hand now moving in a steady rhythm.
Between gasps, Denna tried to reply, "You will.. answer for that..and regret you ever.. " until Cara's fingers curled inside her and all her sister intended to say was swallowed over another pitiful moan. Cara's lips stretched into a smirk. "I intend to, Mistress Denna, but before I do, I'm going to fuck you so hard," Cara thrust forcefully and Denna eventually groaned, "that you can't walk tomorrow - and the day after that without thinking about me."
~~~
As Cara watched Denna, as the blonde forced herself on her knees first, then after a moment shakily struggled to get on her feet, she wondered for a moment if she maybe had overstepped a mark this time.
Denna was already at the doors as Cara looked up at the blonde and Denna, as if she had felt Cara's gaze on her, turned slightly and met Cara's eyes. Then suddenly smirked. "I'm proud of you, Cara", she stated as her gaze grew distant for a moment and she absentmindedly bit down on her lower lip, "I hoped you would demand your place among your sisters," she said eventually and her eyes catching Cara's again. "Well.. I must admit, the intensity of your demand was surprising, but I can't say I didn't enjoy it." She smirked again, as a touch of proudness bleed into her voice. "Only a true Mord'Sith takes what is hers and does not ask first if she's allowed to."
Cara stared at her blonde sister open-mouthed. "Wait.." She shook her head, trying to bring order to her racing thoughts, "you set this up to.. test me?"
Denna stared back blankly at her. "Sure I did. Do you really think you could train me? Break me even?"
Overwhelmed by the recent events Cara just continued to stare at her older sister. Confusion showing clearly on her features.
"Aww.." the platinum blonde cooed "you did." Denna chuckled darkly amused as she turned to leave. "How sweet."
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: dark, non-con (as for Mord'Sith power struggle)
Word count: ~1440
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course - no money is made.
Today was the final day.
The day Cara's pet would finally break under her constant training and she therefore prove to her sisters how worthy she was to become a true Mord'Sith. Finally, they'd have to acknowledge her as one of their own and show her the respect she deserved. Cara had been training her pet for a couple of days now, she actually thought he might break the day before, but he's more resistant than she'd haven given him credit for. Nonetheless soon he would call only for his Mistress. For her.
And today was going to be that day.
Already in anticipation, Cara made her way through the long hallways, took the stairs down to the torch lightened dungeons. The closer she came, the louder and intense became the sounds of whining Agiels and cries of pain and agony. Faltering in her step as she recognized a voice, this particular howling scream. Cara quickened her pace and just as she turned around the last corner, she saw it.
Triana was training her pet.
Closing the final distance between them, Cara's hard gaze found the dark brown eyes of her sister. "What do you think you're doing? This is my pet!", she hissed between clenched teeth, barely able to contain the anger rising to the surface as her hand went provocatively to clasp around her Agiel.
Triana only smirked. "Obviously... you're not able to perform your duties to everyone's satisfaction." Cara's grip on her Agiel tightened so hard that her knuckles turned white beneath the soft leather of her gloves.
"I was ordered to train your pet." Triana continued smugly and glanced over to the man hanging in metal chains, adoring his maltreated body, all over covered with bloody bruises, then met eyes with Cara again with a sigh on her lips, "He downright begged me to break him. And.. I granted his wish. Didn't I, pet?"
"Yes Mistress!" came the muffled reply from the man, as he choked on his own blood.
Anger turned into raging fury, crashing wildly against the walls of Cara's self-control. It was too much. The humiliation struck her brutally right to the heart. The moment Cara lost her temper was as she watched Triana's self satisfied grin broaden even wider. Her Agiel whined and with a hard strike to the face the brunette crashed hard against the stone floor.
"Who ordered you to train my pet?" Cara choked out, still blazing with anger.
Triana looked up, an indefinable expression on her face as she wiped away the blood running down her chin with the back of her hand.
"Denna."
In the blink of an eye, Cara turned on her heels and hastened away.
This time Denna had taken it too far.
~~~
The heavy doors of the Mord'Sith bathing chamber slammed shut behind her as her eyes frantically searched the room. Finally. There she was, lazily resting her elbows on the edge of the basin not even bothering to turn around to face the intruder.
Cara would have thought that the extensive search for the blonde Mord'Sith would have calmed her down, but she still could feel the indignity as a bitter, sour taste on her tongue, making her blood boil hot in her veins all over again.
"You are disturbing my bath." Denna growled, annoyance ringing clear in her tone, unmoving, still with her back to the other Mord'Sith. Obviously Denna thought that the demanding power of her tone alone would enforce her solitude again and most certainly it would have worked on any other person - only not this time, not with her.
"Am I, Mistress Denna?" Cara inquired flatly as she came to stand at the rim of the stairs, leading into the steaming pool. "How unfortunate," she added, the mocking undertone unmistakable in her voice.
Cara could practically watch the muscles of her back tense up as Denna straitened her spine, then ever so slowly turned around to finally face her.
"Indeed." Denna stated, pondered on her own statement for a moment, then titled her head to one side. "Was there something you wanted?"
"Actually," Cara began thoughtful, "I wondered if there wasn't something you wanted to talk to me about!? My pet? Trina? Are you clueing in?"
Denna pursed her lips tightly and nodded in feigned sympathy. "You see Cara, I have realized, that you are not ready," she said, slowly wading through the water in Cara's direction, "Maybe in a couple of years, maybe never." Denna took the steps out of the water, halting in front of the other Mord'Sith. "I just think, that you don't have, what it needs to be a true Mord'Sith."
Cara tried to fight the urge to hit the blonde and bit the insides of her mouth until the metallic taste of blood blossomed on her tongue. "You don't know anything about me!" Cara spit out trembling as a wave of renewed rage once again cursed through her. Hands clenched into fists at her side.
"You are weak, soft-hearted and unworthy to claim yourself as one of us," Denna continued coldly, grasping Cara's chin in an iron grip, steel blue eyes locked on raging green ones, "now go and let one of your sisters train you until you're less pathetic." With that Denna pushed her backwards and let go of her.
As Denna turned her back on her to re-enter the baths, Cara knew Denna had made one last mistake for the day.
Denna was fast to turn around as soon as the whining scream of an Agiel reached her ears, but in the end not quite fast enough. The fraction of a dizzy moment after Cara struck her, was everything Cara needed. In a heartbeat Cara had brought the blonde down, hands in a tight grip behind her back and pinned her roughly to the stone floor.
"How dare you," Denna hissed, somewhat muffled as Cara pressed her harder to the ground.
Cara leaned down, to whisper close to Denna's ear, "now, I'm going to show you, how weak and soft-hearted I really am."
"I will enjoy punishing you personally for that!" Denna growled, as she struggled to free herself out of Cara's grip.
"I'm most sure you will", Cara acknowledged, nodding even if Denna could not see it, "but it will have to wait. First, I'm going to train you ."
Denna chuckled and momentarily stopped her struggling motion, "you now truly lost your mind."
Cara laid herself on top of the blonde's back, one hand holding Denna's between their bodies, while the other hand forced its way in between the floor and Denna's flesh. As her fingers reached their final destination, Denna's body went motionless beneath her.
"What are.." Denna never finished that sentence as Cara's hand pressed between her thighs.
"Mistress Denna," Cara mocked, "you're enjoying this."
Denna choked out a bearly audible, "not in the slightest."
Cara leaned down, biting playfully at Denna's neck, then trailing with the tip of her tongue over the rim of her ear, excited as the blonde shivered slightly, "but I can feel it," Cara whispered in her ear, her bare finger pressed deeper and Denna was not able to stifle the soft low moan. "You're all wet for me already."
"Now enough of this - let go of me." Denna bit down on her lip, obviously trying to react not any further to Cara's intimate assaults, only to break the skin, as Cara pressed with the tip of her finger further inside her.
"Mistress," Cara purred as she pressed deeper, "tell me that you actually like what I'm doing."
"No," Denna all but moaned.
"You actually enjoy when somebody else takes control," Cara pressed, her hand now moving in a steady rhythm.
Between gasps, Denna tried to reply, "You will.. answer for that..and regret you ever.. " until Cara's fingers curled inside her and all her sister intended to say was swallowed over another pitiful moan. Cara's lips stretched into a smirk. "I intend to, Mistress Denna, but before I do, I'm going to fuck you so hard," Cara thrust forcefully and Denna eventually groaned, "that you can't walk tomorrow - and the day after that without thinking about me."
~~~
As Cara watched Denna, as the blonde forced herself on her knees first, then after a moment shakily struggled to get on her feet, she wondered for a moment if she maybe had overstepped a mark this time.
Denna was already at the doors as Cara looked up at the blonde and Denna, as if she had felt Cara's gaze on her, turned slightly and met Cara's eyes. Then suddenly smirked. "I'm proud of you, Cara", she stated as her gaze grew distant for a moment and she absentmindedly bit down on her lower lip, "I hoped you would demand your place among your sisters," she said eventually and her eyes catching Cara's again. "Well.. I must admit, the intensity of your demand was surprising, but I can't say I didn't enjoy it." She smirked again, as a touch of proudness bleed into her voice. "Only a true Mord'Sith takes what is hers and does not ask first if she's allowed to."
Cara stared at her blonde sister open-mouthed. "Wait.." She shook her head, trying to bring order to her racing thoughts, "you set this up to.. test me?"
Denna stared back blankly at her. "Sure I did. Do you really think you could train me? Break me even?"
Overwhelmed by the recent events Cara just continued to stare at her older sister. Confusion showing clearly on her features.
"Aww.." the platinum blonde cooed "you did." Denna chuckled darkly amused as she turned to leave. "How sweet."
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Date: 2011-11-16 04:40 pm (UTC)second: very well done, this lil "test". I liked it - and I can almost hear Denna chuckle at the end... :)
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Date: 2011-11-16 08:14 pm (UTC)I'm happy that you liked it! :) Denna is all for testing! *lol* Really? Best praise ever! Thank you so much!