ALL NOVEL Chapter 3 – Getting Yourself an Accomplice
The guard house stank of sweat and leather. Elana scrunched her nose as she entered the building through the front door. The room was mostly empty, with just a couple of guards milling around, who, upon noticing her arrival, jumped to attention.
“At ease,” Elana scrutinised the two bumbling fools. They had to be disciplined, but she would leave that to head guard. Not wanting to stay here longer than necessary, she addressed the taller guard. “You. Where is Cinthia?”
“Here.” Came an immediate answer from behind. “What does the young lady want from me?”
Elana ignored the ‘eek’ from the maid and faced the new arrival. “Cinthia.” She nodded while letting her eyes wander around the woman’s impressive body.
The well-trained, tall woman exuded confidence. Her impressive chest and thick thighs and ass could not be concealed by the leather armour she was wearing. She flicked away a lock of her red hair and licked her plump lips.
Instead of being insulted by Elana’s shameless stare, Cinthia puffed her chest and put a hand on her hip. She returned the inspection with one of her own. “Pardon me for being rude, but you feel different from the last time we met.” She slowly spoke. “More… Interesting.”
Elana allowed a smile to form. This time, it was genuine. They both seemed to recognise the fiery glint in each other. The kind that demanded others to be crushed beneath them.
Perhaps, in a different situation, Elana would consider the woman as a possible rival, but she was sure she held the upper hand now. Elana took a step towards Cinthia, partly to get away from the stench of the guard room and partly to decrease the distance. Their conversation was not meant for the ears of others.
“I am in need of a guard,” Elana revealed, making Cinthia raise an eyebrow.
“I am not cheap.”
That was true. Eleana knew her father was paying a lot of coins to keep this woman from wandering around. But because Cinthia was just that capable, Elana needed her help. And it helped that the woman had the same inclinations Elana did.
“I am sure we can work out something.” Elana winked and led Cinthia towards the shade of the nearby tree line.
It was a quiet spot, away from prying eyes and unwanted attention. Elana took a deep breath of the early autumn air, and when they finally reached the tree line, she faced Cinthia again.
The smile on Elana’s lips crept back when she noticed the attention Cinthia was giving the shy maid, who looked lost and vulnerable. “Do you like what you see?”
These words made Cinthia’s attention snap to Elana. “Not bad.” She admitted a tad guardedly. “So, what’s this about?”
Elana ignored the question. “Do you want to see more?”
Cinthia became even more guarded. “Meaning?” She glanced back at the maid.
“Strip.” Elana looked at the innocent, poor girl.
The maid stared back. She was frozen in indecision, her hands balling into small, helpless fists. Her wide, green eyes and open mouth showed the terror and unwillingness she felt.
But Elana’s eyes were not fooled. Behind the vulnerable facade, she saw a perfectly willing masochist. The rosy blush, quickening breath and shift in the maid’s stance did not escape her attention. The girl needed just a little push.
“Now. Or be prepared for punishment when we return to my room.” Elana pressed. She knew her father would not mind her punishing a servant or two - especially one willing. He often whipped people for perceived slights.
And the maid knew it, too. Trembling, she lifted her arms to unfasten the decorative apron. She fumbled the knot as tears once more began trailing down her cheeks. The nerves were getting to her, but it was hard to tell if it was excitement or fear.
“Too slow.” Elana frowned. “You will be punished. Be faster if you don’t want to earn more pain.” She enjoyed the sudden sob from the maid and the hum of appreciation from Cinthia. “Then again, perhaps you want me to punish you.’’ Another sob, accompanied by a heavy blush. “So, you do. I’ll consider it.”
The poor maid finally managed to untie her apron. After looking around and not finding a place better, she dropped it into the grass. Her slender fingers then searched out the buttons that secured her uniform pressed against her sensual figure.
Elana watched as the girl slowly revealed her undergarments. The white linen camisole still protected the maid from showing skin. Their victim pushed her uniform off, freeing her hands and uncovering her bare shoulders.
The minx wasn’t wearing a bra. Perhaps the maid couldn’t afford one. Perhaps there were other reasons. But as it was, the white camisole did not hide the pert breasts from pushing through the fabric.
Cinthia let out an animalistic growl. “Why are you showing me this?” Her voice was full of desire.
“To show you what you can gain by following me.” Elana’s eyes followed the maid’s palms as they began pushing the ankle-long skirt down.
“Her?” Cinthia gulped as the cotton panties came into the light. “That’s not enough.” Her eyes did not leave the undressing girl.
“I can give her to you, yes.” Elana nodded, ignoring the alarmed look the maid was sending towards them. “But would you, or I, be satisfied with just one plaything?”
“No.” Cinthia let out a bothered sigh. “I want…” She couldn’t quite voice the wish.
“You want pets and playthings? To punish them? To have them humiliate themselves before you? To have the freedom to do whatever you wish with their bodies and spirits? You want them to cry and beg and deny their needs. You want to-”
“You are talking about yourself.” Cinthia interrupted. “It sounds nice, but I don’t need that much.”
“It is rude to interrupt when a lady is talking.” Elana huffed but didn’t deny the accusation. “And you,” She pointed at the maid. “You are not moving. Show your body. Fully. Don’t cover. Show everything.”
“N-ye-” The girl whispered. “But-” She continued. “There-” Her finger pointed at one of the trees further away.
Both Elana and Cinthia followed the finger, and from behind the tree, a figure quickly raced away upon being noticed.
While Elana was raising her eyebrow, Cinthia just grunted.
“That sister of yours, she always does this.” The woman huffed. “You should be careful of her. She is acting in front of you.”
Those were news to Elana. How had she missed it? “How often?”
“Dunno…” Cinthia shrugged. “She hides it well. You didn’t know? What do you even talk about during the nights she visits you?”
“I-” Elana shut her mouth.
It seemed she needed to talk to her sister. Elana began twirling her blond hair in thought. Now, how should she deal with it?