The Maze of Greed – Part Twelve : SS.

 

Desperate times call for desperate measures within the Maze of Greed. Lydia and Raul are now after Mariela, and she is going to have to figure out a way to get help. We are about to see the reuniting of our favorite couple.

Scene setting :  The Maze of Greed – Seven Sins Series.

Co-written with Dessy.

 

Dessy:  “Yes, well, whenever you’re being chased by a warlock and the Queen of all Bitches, you tend to forget things.” Mariela spoke in reply to Bandit’s question about her powers. Mariela wished she would have remembered sooner, because it probably would have made things a lot easier. But, it was a little too late for that now. As Mariela had picked Bandit up to start running again, she started asking questions that Mariela had no time to answer. No, she couldn’t call Scar and run at the same time – her hands were full at the moment. As for parting the hedges and making a way out, Mariela already figured that would be at lot more difficult to do than Bandit thought. But she didn’t have time to answer these questions as they ran.

As they ran, an Earth shuddering crash and the tremor it brought caused the group to stop in there tracks, gasping and grabbing onto the nearest hedge walls to balance themselves, Tessa reaching out with her free hand to grab Mariela and settle her. Once the tremor stopped and they regained their balance, Tessa looked at the brothers, then at Mariela. “What on Earth was that…?” Sean asked, only to have his brother respond. “I… I don’t know.” Sam spoke, and they all looked over at the silent Mariela.

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Mariela was silent for a moment before her eyes widened and she had this panicked expression. “Duggie…” she whispered, her eyes still widened as she looked down at Bandit. “That giant you were telling us about? She took down a giant?” Sam spoke in disbelief. “This woman is a lot more powerful than we thought to have defeated a giant.” he said afterwards.

 

“What are we supposed to do now? As long as the Giant’s down we have nothing to hold them back. We don’t even know a way out of here.” Sean spoke, and Mariela turned around to face Tessa. “Take her, and give me the hat.” Mariela spoke, and Tessa didn’t question it. She handed the hat to Mariela, before Bandit was placed in her arms. Mariela took the hat, thinking over on what she was about to do.

Mariela knew that no matter what happened, she would have to fight Lydia. But she needed everyone she could get – Scar included. But at the same time, she also didn’t want Scar getting hurt. She walked away, looking to the hat and biting the corner of her bottom lip. “Scar? Scar, I need you.” she called into the hat. She needed him, and he also needed to hurry. She didn’t know how much time they had before Lydia and Raul caught up to them. Hopefully, Tessa was right and this would summon Scar.

Desperate times called for desperate measures. And right now? Mariela was desperate.

 

Razorbackwriter:  ~ “Scar? Scar, I need you.”~

 

Within the charred ruins of Mariela’s family home, Scar was about to step over the police tape, when he heard the beautiful whisper of Mariela’s voice as he came from the very sky above. The alp stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes bulging due to being shocked that he would ever hear that voice again. The small demon could feel the smile creeping upon his face as he let out a loud laugh. Was it really her? Did she have the hat? The alp spun around and raised his arms out from his sides. The glorious feeling flowing through him. She needed him. Sending back her family in his mind would be enough to defeat Lydia, had they bothered to listen to his instructions to destroy the mirror in the center of the Labyrinth.

“She needs me!” He said with a small skip to his step. “SHE NEEDS ME!” But the more he said it, the more he started to realize that if she needed him, that those that were hunting her in the maze were going to harm her. Suddenly the Alp became angered. No, more than that….enraged. “SHE… NEEDS…. ME!” This time it was said with a guttural roar as the world that was inside Scar’s hat started to spin rapidly, the body of the Alp was the only thing not moving, though his clothing and his hair whipped about him violently. His eyes changed to the darkest red, as the demon within came charging to the fore. In a brilliant blast of red, black and gold, the Alp shot off from the ground…spiraling upward higher and higher till the very opening of the hat could be seen at last. Scar….was coming back!

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If Mariela was still holding the hat when she made the desperate plea for Scar to return to her, it would start to shake and quiver in her hand. So much so that it would fall to the ground at her feet. Spinning violently, as sparks and electricity roared out of it in a show of magical power. Those simple words, were all she needed to bring the Alp back to her. She could have done it all along, but needed someone to tell her how. A large cloud appeared from out of the hat, and soon that very cloud formed into one very cheeky and rather handsome looking alp. Scar tumbled to the ground and rolled over before sitting up like his whole world was still spinning. The alp was back. Tapping the side of his head with his hand, he soon recognized the people around him. Tessa, Sam…Sean, Bandit and then….

“Mariela!”

He had never ever been so happy to see her in his life, and he sprang to his feet, the leaf litter falling to the ground at his feet. “You’re still alive! That’s great!” He reached for her shoulders and brought her in for a hug, just overwhelmed by it all. But his joy was soon to come crashing down when he realized that they were still in the maze.

“You haven’t destroyed the mirror yet?” That was of course his first question. He looked at Sam, then at Sean. “I told you to get her to the mirror. She has to break it.” Scar let go of Mariela, then he looked to the sky and saw the eerie green light that had come from where Lydia had taken down Duggie. That moment he realized she was in the maze made him nearly sick with fright.

“Lydia is in this thing?!” He could hardly believe that she’d enter it herself.

First things first, Scar picked up his hat off the ground and popped it back onto his head. The feeling of being reunited with his hat gave him the courage that he desperately needed.

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“Oh…that feels better.” Scar let out a happy sigh, before giving his hat a good tap. “Right, we need to find that mirror.”Seeing that they had both Mariela’s brothers and of course Tessa to, meant that they could easily help with getting Bandit off the ground and moving with them. Time was now of the essence.

Out of the corner of Scar’s eye, he saw the flash of white. What looked like..

“Wait. Anyone see that?’ It was a white rabbit and it had hopped out of the hedge and dashed off down the maze before veering to the right. “FOLLOW THE WHITE RABBIT!” Scar yelled, grabbing Mariela’s hand and charging off after it.

He looked back over his shoulder and screamed at the others.

“WHAT YOU WAITING FOR?!”

The white rabbit only stopped to pull out a fob watch and bring it up to it’s ear, tapping it, before hurrying off again.

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TIC TOC TIC TOC TIC TOC TIC TOC……..

 

~RB~

 

Taking care of Business – Fable of Swords.

 

With more slaves arriving by the hour, Lady Dominique needs to get her mind off the King and back into business mode.  With a little help from Tim, that appears to be possible.

Scene setting : The Slave Market and Spa – Fable of Swords.

This arc is written with Chor and Moo.  

(Dedicated to my favorite Empress Nympho, played by Madeline Kahn.)

 

Moo:  The sound of horses trotting and whinnying could be heard as a carriage rounded a corner. As it slowed and came to a stop, the coachman clambered down from his perch and eventually opened the door. Inside the plain carriage, Ava sat waiting in a rather casual position, her legs crossed as her chin rested on her knuckles. It looked rather cramped with three women sitting on both seats. “So we’ve made it. Out, the lot of you.” Her free hand made a sweeping motion toward the door before five women climbed out, each of them looking nervous and wary. Ava herself followed them in an informal manner, having hopped out after taking hold of the edge of the door. The carriage gave a small bounce as it was freed of all its weight. “Wait for me, Syth,” she ordered the coachman. He nodded soberly, closing the door as she led her women to the entrance of the spa. The women in front of her seemed to be reluctant to move along, shuffling awkwardly toward the door before they struggled to decide whether or not to open the doors. “On with you!” Ava’s voice had the five skitter inside; obviously all well behaved, yet timid as they were now under the eyes of men, and quite a few of them. Ava herself stepped to the front of the group, looking around the room with a small smile.“Good to see she’s been busy. Have I gotten here too late?” It looked as though some fresh meat had come in not long ago. Hopefully she would still fetch a nice price for this lovely bunch. Too bad she couldn’t have grabbed more from the last ship to have arrived at the docks.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Having stood on the balcony with his Mistress for some time, Tim had to come up with a way in which he could cheer her up. He knew that the King was not going to be sending for her anytime soon, and she would need a distraction. Something that could at the very least amuse her for another lonely night. Tim offered his arm to her and smirked. He was sometimes a wicked little thing and Lady Dominique cocked a brow at this sudden change in mood.

“What?”

“Come….let us get you out of this funk.” Tim winked at her, and she turned her head slightly, to look back at the King’s castle, before sighing and finally relenting. She threaded her arm through his, and together they made their way down the stairs to the lower inner courtyard of the Slave market.

Little did she realize that yet another group of slaves were being herded in through the gates. Hearing the sound of a woman’s voice that was oh so familiar, Lady Dominique quickened her pace. This caused Tim to suddenly hurry in his steps. In a way this was a good thing. Keeping her mind on business and other matters that concerned the Slave market as a growing concern. Coming past a lovely cropped hedge, Lady Dominique smiled broadly when she saw Ava bringing in a group of five new slaves. All looked timid and lovely, of course. Ava knew her trade well and never let Lady Dominique down when it come to women that pleased the eyes of both nobles and soldiers alike.

Domi released herself from Tim’s arm and then outstretched both of hers towards the woman. On greeting she would kiss both her cheeks, then hold her back at arms length just to admire her.

“Ava…it’s so good to see you again.” She cast an eye over the group of quivering girls and then winked at Ava. “Very nice. I shall pay you top dollar of course, but won’t you join me for a drink perhaps. I know you like a little pleasure with business.”

At this, Tim coughed loudly.

“Mistress, would you like to bring your guest over to the viewing stand. It is time to pick out your escort for the midnight orgy.”

“Oh yes….I completely forgot.”

Tim clapped his hands, as a group of twenty or so well endowed slaves entered the courtyard. All were wearing simple lap laps. When they all came to stand in two neat rows before her, Domi reached for Ava’s hand.

“I think we should start up this end.” She walked with her good friend to the right end of the cue as Tim clapped again, only this time the slaves all dropped their lap laps -being naked before the pair.

“Very nice selection, Tim”

“Only for you, Mistress.”

Dominique started to walk along, pointing at their penises as she went….

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“Hmmm….Yes…no no no no, yes…no no no no , yes..no no yes..no no yes..no no no no no no…YES!…no no no no no Yes…no no no no no no no no….no no no no…..*she stopped and her eyes near bulged out of her head.*….Wait a minute!…..YESSSSSSSSS!….Ole!”

Tim had been taking notes of which ones she said no to and the ones that made her say yes.

“That will be very good. Thank you all.”

The slaves all turned and picked up their lap laps, before being herded out again. Lady Dominique looked like she could use a cigarette.

“Fancy coming to the midnight orgy, Ava?” Dominique asked with a quirky smile.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Ava hadn’t been standing there long at all before she found herself being greeted by the one and only; Dominique de Shay. The woman held her at arm’s length after planting kisses on her cheeks, which Ava had mimicked easily. She gave her ginger friend a toothy grin, that usual twinkle in her eye in reply to the wink she received. “You always did have good taste.” Her chuckle was heartfelt as she gave an enthusiastic nod. “You know I’ll never turn down a drink. Pleasure is my business.” Dominique could no doubt agree with that statement, as she was in the same boat.

The woman’s attention turned to Tim, Dominique’s man servant. Quirking a brow at the mention of an escort for an orgy. Slaves meant for plowing the mistresses, eh? Ava hadn’t seen the likes of this before, and she never would have thought she would see the day twenty plus slave men came marching out with their goody bits dangling and bouncing about. The women she brought in with her seemed to fluster like a coop of disturbed hens. Each of them reddened in the face as they squealed and giggled, shuffling closer to one another behind Ava herself. Hearing the selection was nice, Ava cracked another toothy grin. Of course her eyes moved swiftly over the varying sizes laid out before her. Dominique had quite a selection here, but only the best would have his right as escort, it seemed. She folded her arms and slouched a little more casually as she watched with amusement. So many no’s…and then, a giant yes. Oh yes, Dominique had found the worthy soldier tonight. The slaves began their little march away from the scene, and…well, the ginger looked as though she was more than satisfied. “Me? An orgy?” Ava laughed, waving her hand dismissively. “My definition of pleasure is slightly different, though I commend your enthusiasm for such events.”

 

Chor:  Mala arrived sore and bruised early that morning and had since awaited the steady flow of slave drivers with their pickings. Her job was to clean them from their travels and provide them with a meal and a gentle amount of information that would keep them from making stupid mistakes. While the pain in her legs certainly warranted it, this blue-eyed, fair-haired beauty did not limp as she moved herself out of the way of the mistress of the house as Domi came to eyeball the new inventory. Tall and stoic, Mala stood, waiting for the crowd to be released. She would do her job, as directed, with no complaints; there was no sympathy for her. When finally Dominique ordered one of the heads to take them away, she complied with a respectful smile.

The whimpering souls passed her as she directed them towards the bath house and normally would follow directly behind them, but hearing of an orgy stopped her in her tracks. A great wave of relief washed through the servant’s body at the very thought of it. She would be working late tonight and would not endure her husband until early in the morning before he settled off to his job – spending the money she made for him…in the bar drinking all day. The last girl in line turned and stared at her with the same sad eyes Mala had on her first day in the house. This child had tears threatening to flow and Mala swallowed, pushing the girl forward gently. Always cry in the bath.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Dominique was still a little dazed from the glorious sight of the larger dong, when she was brought back to earth by the questioning words of her business associate. Her laughter brought about an amused smile from the Slave Mistress, who took out her fan – which was closed and she gave Ava a little rap on the arm.

“I like to call it, a meet greet and eat.” The wicked ginger certainly had a way with words as she had found her humor once more, which made Tim’s job a hell of a lot easier. “Oh…the only reason I like a slave beside me that is well endowed, is so I can say…”If you got it…FLAUNT IT!” and I got a lot. Of men, that is.” The words rolled off the tongue as she watched Mala who was looking a little pale, start to herd the newest girls off to the bathhouse for cleaning. She happened to point her closed fan at Mala as she moved the girls along gently.

“One of my very best handlers. A real mother hen. Knows her stuff too. Oh those girls are probably going to blubber something silly when they hit the waters, but…they will soon learn that we take good care of our slaves. I want nothing but the best, and same can be said for our clients, which you well know. But I’m getting carried away. Come, let us have that drink.” Again she threaded her arm through Ava’s and led her towards the open air bar, while Tim went to check on Mala.

He walked up alongside her, his arms buried beneath the length of his sleeves.

“Nice to see you have your happy face on, dear. We are all going to need to do that, whilst the Mistress is in one of her moods.” Tim was always keen on watching how the other staff worked, and he kept tabs on them all, as Dominique’s eyes and ears of the markets.

“No complaints about helping out with the orgy this eve?”

Tim knew about Mala’s husband alright, since there had been times when Mala’s bruises had not been so easy to hide. He walked slowly and stopped before the entrance of the bathhouse. His dark eyes staring directly at Mala’s blue ones.“You realize that the Lady of the Markets has ways of dealing with those that….harm her staff.” He meant every word of it, before letting her pass through the door.

Over at the open air bar, one of Dominique’s bar servants was pouring the two ladies what looked like cocktails. Dominique snapped open her fan and gave it a brisk wave, before bending her head towards Ava.

“You never did tell me what floated your boat. So go on…what is it that gets your petals sagging with morning dew?”

Domi had a way of being direct. She had a Cheshire cat like grin as she sucked slowly through her straw.

~RB~