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madame_dennaRating: NC-17
Words: ~2900
Warnings: torture, dubious consent, explicit violence
Summary: The second sequel and directly following the events in 'A bond of trust that even time can't sever'. You could read this story as stand-alone, but it would make more sense to read the other first..
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
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endgirl who gave me the prompt/idea for this story.A few dreary weeks have passed, and Cara hasn't seen Mistress Denna since the day the other Mord'Sith took her to her chambers and into her bed. And somehow, the past is more alive in Cara's mind than the present. Among her sisters it is known that Denna and a few of the older Mord'Sith had been sent out into D'Hara on an assignment by their master, but through the steadily trickling gossip, Cara knows they'd been expected to return to the temple days ago already. It not like she cares about it one way or the other and she is most certainly not unsettled by their prolonged absence. No, not even in the slightest. She is a Mord'Sith; she feels nothing. Especially not for Denna. Nothing at all.
And if she keeps repeating this mantra just often enough, it will ring true eventually, some day in a distant future. Cara relies heavily on that. She does not care any more for Denna now than the day she had set her eyes on the First Mistress many years ago. Denna is just one--of many--older Mord'Sith she merely needs to acknowledge and respect.
And yet, her obsessive thoughts wander back to Denna after their heated encounter more often than she cares to admit, even when it's just to herself. Not even to Dahlia, she has spoken a word about it. Especially not to Dahlia. She hasn't said anything to anyone. Dahlia wouldn't understand her sudden, violent obsession anyway, not unless she tells Dahlia of the sleepless night she recklessly spent in the first Mistress' chambers--and almost inconceivable--with perverse pleasure prevailing over agonizing pain.
Ignorance and the lack of Denna's presence has her feeling restless and yet relieved in a matter of mere days. Relieved because, she isn't forced to see Denna or gets involved with her in any way. Restless because, she doesn't. That it matters at all, is just fueling her outrage. Cara abhors the idea that her wandering thoughts have such a control over her. Or rather Denna, who manages to take control over her even while being away. She loathes her. She craves her. She wants her gone forever. She needs her very, very close.
It inevitably takes two more agonizing days, before Denna and the rest of her squad finally return from their perilous mission. Successfully at last, but not without losses. Cara has heard the others mumble and whisper about it, not that she would ever ask. No, there are rules that even she in her desolate state of mind won't break.
Whenever possible, Cara evades Denna's presence. There are many places to attend to the devotions; Cara knows them all. When one is just determined enough, it is easy to avoid a single person in the temple. The place is huge and yet, far too small.
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The last warm light of the day floods through the windows into the bare corridor, announcing the inescapable end of yet another day, as Denna and Constance make their way through the temple. "How long did it take you to find them?" Constance asks, looking briefly at her sister before her eyes fall back to the path in front of them.
"Nearly six days." Denna's face is a shattered mirror of her thoughts, that inevitably carry her and everyone who is happen to watch back to her daunting journey. Her haughty expression turns gloomy. "They had a Confessor in their midst, but in the end, not even she was able to save them from their fate." A small, reluctant sigh escapes her lips before she continues bitterly. "It's just a pity that this... abomination touched Lyka, before she met the Keeper and our Sister had to die such a pitiful death unworthy of any Mord'Sith."
For a long moment Constance just looks at her thoughtfully before she finally speaks. "She was promising."
Denna inclines her head in tacit acquiescence. A few heartbeats later, she adds, "Indeed. Promising she was."
The sound of cracking wood brings both Mord'Sith back to the present, as ahead of them the heavy doors swing wide open.
Cara steps into the hallway, her boots making a scratching sound against the stone-tiles as she comes to a prompt halt. As soon as her eyes spot Denna and Constance walking towards her, all she wants is to turn on her heel and walk back into the direction she had come from, even if that means taking a far longer route to reach the dinning hall.
But it is already way too late for that.
Mistress Denna as well as Mistress Constance have seen her and both would instantly suspect them being the reason — with the glaring absence of another — why Cara willfully chooses to retreat. Not to mention the fact that it would be an unacceptable gesture of disrespect to turn her back on her older sisters, making the precarious situation even more awkward than it already is. At least it is in Cara's mind, which provides extreme vivid memories of the time she'd spend so intimately alone with Denna. A time when the first Mistress claimed Cara as hers - and to this today still bears the marks of Denna's declaration on her bruised skin--and probably will forever. Alone the sight of Denna lets her thoughts run astray and leaves nothing but violent chaos in her mind. She feels ill. She wants the feeling so desperately to pass. What must she do that everything returns to normal? But aren't the things one is longing for the most, the one's hardest to accomplish? Evidently yes, then however intently she tries, nothing is changing for the better.
On top of that, Mistress Denna and Constance are still striding toward her.
Bracing herself, Cara forces a veil of impassivity to fall over her face, one she isn't feeling at all, but has no choice as to force her feet to start moving again regardless. By now, she can only pray neither Constance or Denna will pick up on her nervous trepidation and neither of them takes notice of the prolonged moment of hesitancy in her step. Drawing closer she gives both of the older sisters a curt nod in greeting as she passes them by. The ephemeral scent of Denna's fragrance catches her nostrils, swathing her mind in a blur of forgotten memories. But then it's irretrievably gone an instant later and she finds herself still moving farther down the corridor, her booted feet moving forward faster with each step that is increasing the distance between them.
The next door is almost in touching distance, when she hears Denna's clear voice calling after her, resonating off the walls of the hallway. "Sister Cara." The tone is sharp like a razor blade and Cara feels herself turn, even before she makes a conscious decision to act on Denna's calling.
"Yes, Mistress?" Cara forces her voice to sound casual, with no quiver, and not as sharp as Denna's. And yes, she calls her Mistress without second thought. The appellation comes naturally to her tongue, then this is Denna. Not some frightened girl with no backbone like Dahlia or Garen, no this--is Mistress Denna--who might actually go as far as snap your neck, if your tone does not suit her.
"Where are you going?" Cara sees the surprised sideways glance Constance shoots Denna, but the platinum blonde doesn't even notice or just chooses to blatantly ignore her sister completely. Her dispassionate eyes are trained on Cara - boring into her, her stand rigid.
"To the dining hall, Mistress." Cara hears herself say, not daring to forcibly break Denna's piercing gaze. "The bell has rung. Twice."
Denna regards her mutely a moment longer before she tersely says, "I heard."
And then--there is only silence.
Denna does not say anything more, just continues to merely watch Cara, her expression blank and void of emotion.
Cara casts a glance at Constance, who is standing next to the other Mord'Sith, and it seems that she is just as confused about her sisters conduct as she herself is. For a dreadful moment Cara wonders, if they are talking about the dining hall after all--or something else and Cara just fails to get it. The inside of her gloves begins to feel clammy, and a cold trickle of sweat runs down back as the silence between them becomes suffocating.
It seems like Denna is waiting for something. But for what? For something Cara might say or do? She is at a loss, her teeth grind together as the raw moment stretches on.
Cara waits.
It must be at least another minute, then: "You should hurry now." Denna advises airily at last. "Before you're even later than you already are."
With that Denna turns sternly on her heel and walks down the corridor, dismissing her without another glance. Sister Constance follows right behind, sparing Cara no more glance either.
It's only when the door behind them shuts with a click, that Cara snaps out of her dull haze and stops wondering what this encounter was truly about.
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The dining hall is one of the largest places in the temple. As soon as Cara steps through the door the volume change from suffocating silence in the hallways to a brisk buzzing of voices is almost overwhelming.
More often than not, Cara enjoys the time she spends here. Other times, not that much. Even if she is not as conversational as others, it still provides a refreshing change to the quiet and devoted life of daily training and duty. And the food has been exquisite, at least, after the disposal of the last cook.
Cara spots Dahlia easily, already waiting at their usual table at the far end of the hall. Her own seat is the last not occupied - the one Dahlia always keeps free for her. Not that anyone would dare to take her seat. Well, one of her younger sisters once tried, but only just this once. Cara makes her way to their table and slides onto the chair Dahlia pushes back for her. The vegetable soup steaming in a bowl in front of her, looks fresh and delicious, but Cara can't seem to overcome her sudden lack of appetite.
Some time later, Cara inadvertently catches sight of Denna as soon as the older Mord'Sith enters the hall as well. Her fair hair is striking out like a glistening star in the dark night sky, Cara muses, following her progress through the rows as she heads for a table across the hall, where Constance and a few of the older sisters already sit and eat. Denna's face lits up briefly, a small smile curling at her lips as she greets her fellow sisters. Cara feels instantly memorized by it, having rarely seen Denna showing--what seems to be honest-- emotion, other than anger or rage. But then she supposes, she hasn't spent much time looking out for it either prior to their encounter. And to her growing unease it seems it's all she's been doing for the last couple of weeks. But she is trying--oh the Creator knows how hard she is trying to put an end to it--but her mind with its traitorous thoughts teamed up with the Keeper to punish her for crimes she has yet to commit. Even though, nothing she has done in the past warrants this kind of punishment. There was even a time when she loathed Denna – and she still kind of does, but it seems like Denna has pierced her claws too deep in Cara's flesh and she finds herself unable to pull them back out.
Beside her, Dahlia is talking to another dark-haired Mord'Sith Cara has seen on a few occasions, mostly only during the meals. She is glad that Dahlia doesn't try for Cara to take part in the conversation today and thinks there might be still hope for her dark-haired sister after all.
After some time, however, when Cara hasn't touched her soup, only playing absently with the wooden spoon, Dahlia notices Cara's distraction. Following Cara's fixated gaze to the other table, Dahlia tries to make out what has drawn her sisters undivided attention. Dahlia knows there is no point in asking Cara anyway.
Cara keeps her thoughts more often than not to herself and only rarely shares her musings about others. Dahlia on the other hand is always more than excited to share hers and most curious about other opinions. And that is precisely the reason, that it is even more tempting for Dahlia to find out about the filthy things Cara doe not tell her. Of course, she knows all of the older sisters sitting on the table Cara is spying on, but so does Cara. It makes no sense to her who could attract Cara's undivided attention and even more so--why. Dahlia lets her gaze guardedly shift between the table at the far end and Cara's overcast face. Only as she is about to let the matter slide, a certain platinum blonde on the other table is laughing and Cara shifts ever so slightly on her seat. Peculiarly interesting. Dahlia takes note of her sisters reaction, but is by no means willing to make an educated guess without any further confirmation.
Dahlia watches Cara curiously out of the corners of her eyes, as she addresses Garen, sitting on the chair directly opposite of her, "Have you heard that Mistress Denna brought herself a pet from her little adventure last week?" Dahlia asks with feigned innocence.
"Yeah, I heard about that," Garen whispers conspiratorially, shooting a quick glance back over her shoulder while she speaks, to where the Mord’Sith in question is scarcely eating but attentively listening to her sisters conversation.
With a satisfied smirk on her face, Dahlia notices Cara's fingers clutch the spoon convulsively in her left hand, knuckles turning white under the building pressure.
"She is allegedly spending almost her whole time in the dungeons these days, training him. Somebody reluctantly told me, she will have him broken till the end of the week and that he is barely able to stand by himself anymore." Garen tells, pleased to share her rudimentary knowledge with someone who seems terribly interested.
Dahlia leans slightly over the table, making sure that they aren't overheard by their neighbors. Getting caught, gossiping about others leads only to one undesirable outcome - excessive punishment delivered over the blood pit. And as far as it goes for Dahlia she is eager to prevent that from happening again for a while and therefore keeps her voice low and quiet, even when Cara has told her many times in the past, that it would be far more easier, if Dahlia kept her mouth shut from the beginning. (Dahlia only chuckles then and remarks, that Cara just doesn't know the first thing about fun.)
"She had him stand on a pole all night long and told him, if he is to fall down; she will cut off a finger or toe." Dahlia's grin widens, "– or both."
Garen’s eyes bulge slightly. "Impressive," the dark-haired Mord'Sith breathes. "I didn't know she is that wicked."
Dahlia smirks and shoots a side-glance to Cara, who is still grasping the spoon with murderous intent.
Oh no, Cara thinks as she can't do anything but overhear every careless word of Dahlia's and Garen's impossible conversation. Both of them don't know the first thing about Denna. Cara cracks a faint smile. No, they do not know what delicious little sounds Denna made when Cara's lips closed around the blonde's clit, how tightly Cara's fingers had been squeezed when she had thrust inside wet folds--or how her Mistress would moan when she had sucked a perked nipple into her mouth and teased it with her tongue. No, they don't know anything about Denna, not the confusing way Cara does.
Dahlia, oblivious to Cara's dreary thoughts, motions for Garen to lean closer over the table, falsely indicating the secrecy of her following statement. Dahlia keeps her voice low as she speaks, but makes sure each single word will reach Cara's ears. "I even heard Denna choose this one to become her mate as she prefers men." Dahlia drags out the last bit, letting it sound inappropriately obscene.
At the ominous sound of breaking wood Dahlia and Garen turn to her. The spoon in Cara’s hand now cleanly snapped in half. She can only stare at it in something close to bewildered astonishment.
"Cara?" Dahlia asks. "What's the matter?"
Cara feels the growl rising impulsively in her constricted throat, but forces it back down. "Nothing," comes her hissed reply, sounding sharper than she has intended. "I'm just not hungry today." Forcing the pretense of careless indifference in her voice and features, she stands from her place and pushes her chair back.
Dahlia is looking up to her, concern flashing in her eyes for a second, wondering if she has overstepped an invisible line without knowing--or if Cara simply isn't hungry and just in a weird mood. Like so often in the past weeks.
Whatever it is, that unwittingly makes Cara retreat; Dahlia has no opportunity to find out. Cara's reaction to their conversation over dinner makes her suspicious, though. Cara hasn't told her anything about an encounter with Denna or even hinted at something that might lead to such an abnormal reaction. She and Cara are close, they have been since childhood. In the past they almost shared everything with each other, especially Dahlia when something disturbed or angered her.
Cara has always been more closed off about her personal feelings, Dahlia knows that, but she had erroneously believed Cara would come to her when she experienced something that inadvertently caused such a peculiar reaction. Dahlia can't put a finger on it. Wondering uneasily if Denna had caught Cara doing something she shouldn't have? Had she not done something she should have and is now being punished by the older Mord'Sith for it? And if so, why wouldn't Cara tell her about it? But then, Dahlia really shouldn't be surprised.
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Cara's back is pressed against the wall. The corridor is one less frequently used by the others. Dahlia is kneeling to her feet, tongue buried deep between her folds. Cara loves the thrill; it is unlikely that anyone will run into them, but still the possibility excites her to no end. There would be punishment, for both of them if they were to be caught. But she really needs to get Denna out of her head and with the way Dahlia's tongue swirls and teases her swollen clit in a circling motion, she is sure to accomplish that. Cara is already close, breathing hard, trying to suppress her quiet moans of pleasure, that echo far too loudly in the empty hallways.
Dahlia's hands are on her hips, shoving her back roughly against the wall, forestalling the fanatic thrusts of her hips against the brunette's mouth. Ever so often Dahlia tries to dominate her, especially in situations like this, but Cara has reached a point in her life, where she'll be dominated from no one - at least no one like Dahlia. Without doubt, Dahlia is special to her, they were broken and trained together, but she is stronger than Dahlia ever will be. She wants to get to the top of the hierarchy, regardless of the personal expenditure, and it's only a matter of time when she'll finally reach it.
As the faint sound of clacking boots on the stone-floor reaches her ears, Cara's muscles tense for a brief moment. It could be just a sister who is passing by in one of the adjoining corridors and Dahlia hasn't noticed it yet either, then she is still working hard on Cara's clit, sucking it into her warm, wet mouth.
And Cara is too far gone already to just stop now, not when Dahlia's skilled tongue is driving her insane and her orgasm is already lurking at the corners of consciousness, intensifying by the second. Cara's head falls back to rest against the wall, eyes closing at the overwhelming sensation the brunette is causing between her legs; in the distance the sound of footsteps is retreating and Cara stifles a moan.
Breathing hard, Cara opens her eyes after a moment and the shaky intake of breath gets struck in her throat violently as she takes in the sparkling, steel-blue eyes staring back at her.
Part 2
(and end of story. Due to a failure I lost the second part, that was almost finished and about 10k. sorry :( but I won't write it again)
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Date: 2012-07-04 08:01 pm (UTC)I love this fic and the way Cara is slowly falling for Denna! Really brilliant, though you are cruel for ending it like that. Now I'm dying to know what happens and how Denna reacts to finding Dahlia and Cara. Please update soon!!!!
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Date: 2012-07-05 10:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-06 12:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-05 03:49 am (UTC)OK, I'm done whining now. :-)
It's fun watching young Cara in chaos because of her feelings for Denna, though of course she would deny that and agiel me for writing it.
And, of course, I can't wait to see how Denna reacts to finding Cara and Dahlia.
Thanks for giving us two great stories to read this week!
Once you finish the other two chapters of this story, I'm going to read this whole series of related stories again and then watch Resurrection. It will be like a Denna/Cara feast! xD
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Date: 2012-07-05 10:31 pm (UTC)Oh she would agiel you most certainly for that! As she would agiel me for writing such 'weak' things about her xD But I love this verse, there is so much to explore and so many possibilities.. I'm almost done, so it should take me long until chapter two is up xD
Thanks for taking the time to read them! :) Haha that sounds good! I watched Resurrection again to get my muse complying again, it worked! xD
And thanks again for taking the time to comment! xD
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Date: 2012-07-05 02:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-05 10:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-05 02:27 pm (UTC)As usual it is well written, and it's easy to get sucked in the story. I like the way Cara tries to fight what she feels and the confusion behind her mord'sith exterior. It will be very interesting to see Denna's reaction.
I can't wait to read the rest of your story... literally can't wait, I might explode if you don't update like right now. lol Just kidding, you gave us an evil cliffhanger but I'll wait patiently cause I know it will be worth it. Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2012-07-05 10:44 pm (UTC)Thanks for taking the time to comment it really means a lot :) Haha I'm almost finished, so it won't take me too long! I promise! xD
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Date: 2012-07-06 12:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-06 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-09 04:21 pm (UTC)I am soooo glad you're continuing with this, I love getting these glimpses into Cara and Denna's past, and you do a great job with the characterization. Cara's awkward feelings of waiting for Denna and seeing her in the hallway felt so accurate (AKA exactly the way I remember feeling in high school or early college upon running into someone I had hooked up with :P)
Great work, as usual!!
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Date: 2012-07-11 09:09 pm (UTC)I'm glad you like it! It was just such a great idea! :) But tbh, I think I gave Cara to much ~feelings and Denna will turn out as the greatest bitch ever.. *headdesk* Oh well..
Thank you! xD