Never trust a smiling cat, or a woman who seeks to plot the demise of a man. Dominique learns of the mistreatment of one of her workers by a drunken husband. With Ava in attendance, a plan is put together to benefit both women.
Domi’s Slave market and Spa
Co-written with Chor and Moo.
Mala lit up at the praise from the woman, bowing lowly with respect towards her mistress. Her short, light-blond locks, which had been haphazardly sliced by her husband in a fit of drunken rage, bounced as she did so. He didn’t want anyone else taking a liking to her, so stealing her beauty was his only way of ensuring that she stayed his. Pulling herself back up from the bow, was harder than the long distance she’d walked to her mistresses market this morning. The smile, though, was painted still upon her face.
“Much thanks, my lady. I only aim to do as you would wish me to,” she replied, returning then to her duties as ‘mother hen’. The girls were stopped and she scooted them along with taps to the ankles from her toes. Tim nearly scared Mala as he came up beside her; the jump following her gasp was far more obvious than she would have wanted it to be. Her eyes traveled up to look at him as they walked.
“It is disheartening to see the mistress in such an upset; a great sadness falls upon the house when she is distressed,” Mala replied, biting her lip. Domi is a very strong, independent woman, but even the greatest have faults. His next question was easy to answer.
“Are there ever any complaints from me?” She asked, her smile returning for a brief moment as his eyes met hers. What she was in them was a different kind of discussion. One she didn’t feel was appropriate to be having. It happened, though, and he mentioned her husband. Her eyes averted feverishly and she rubbed her upper arm with a calloused hand, rough with years of scrubbing the servant’s feet with pumice. The clients like the girls’ feet soft…
“He was just intoxicated; I disobeyed a direct order and I deserved to be punished. It’s not his fault. He didn’t mean to hurt me; only teach me a lesson,” she said, her answer almost monotone. She grew tired of this excuse, but usually it got her out of trouble.
Moo: Ava scoffed while her redheaded friend joked about the event to be held later that evening. She cleared her throat and grinned a little mischievously. Dominique certainly did flaunt it. Flaunted it all. One had to admire the wealth she had gained for herself. Sure, she had a name thanks to her late husband, but it was easily dismissed. Who needed a man to make themselves healthy and happy? Ava certainly felt she could accomplish anything with her own resolve. No man needed to guide her needlessly. One thing they were good for…well, Dominique had that all figured out. Ava casually turned her attention to the commotion off to the corner of the room, as she looked onto the mother hen of the coop. The woman was lovely to look at with her fair skin and pale hair. Certainly someone who grabbed a lot of attention without any real effort. “Lovely work, Dominique,” Ava commended in a lighter voice. “You’re right. I’ve never been so impressed with someone’s work as I am with yours, given your trade.” The small smile she offered was as genuine as her words. Despite the abrupt subject change, Ava didn’t mind a single bit. She would prefer to take it to a lighter subject anyhow. Linking arms with the redhead, she acted gentlemanly in her pursuit for the bar, to make herself comfortable. Tim had wandered in the other direction, perhaps to speak some peace to mother hen. His presence would be missed, though not for long as Ava’s attention was brought to a gossiping Dominique. Ah, the woman had a way with words. Petals sagging with morning dew. “Quite the lady I’m talking to,” she said playfully, teasing. However, her smiling face became somewhat quizzical, debating over what she could say. Or rather, cared to say. “What any woman would enjoy, I suppose… I was enjoying the sight seeing this evening as much as you were, lady.” Another grin.
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Tim continued to offer a stern expression when Mala, when she mentioned that her husband had just been intoxicated. Her excuse for his latest round of violence upon her was due to her disobeying a direct order and that she actually deserved the punishment that she got. The eunuch continued to look at her with his lips now drawn into a flat line. When wasn’t her husband drunk? He was well known for favoring spending all her earnings and then some at the gambling houses and the taverns. As far as Tim was concerned the man was a coward – always running from a fight with a man, but more than happy to beat the living daylights out of his wife. Tim well knew that without her income to support his nocturnal habits, that he would be a beggar in the streets, and not living the life he now enjoyed.
“Teaching you a lesson? Really? Do you take me for a fool, Mala? That man is nothing more than a wife beating sadist who deserves the taste of the belt, far more than you do. I have never known you to go against orders whilst in the service of the Mistress. In fact, she praises you constantly and is most proud to have you in her employ.” Tim was right of course, and Mala knew this deep down. Lady Dominique did show respect for those that had earnt it, and in the time that Mala had worked for her, she had done nothing that went against the house rules.
Tim rounded on the girl and then stared at her with a look that may well send a chill down the spine of anyone of lesser standing.
“All you have to do is say the word. Your life could change in a blink, and he would never be found.”
Was he suggesting murder? Whispers had been said about just how far Lady Dominique’s power went. It was not so much that she was a favored niece of the King, but there had been rumors that she kept assassins and others on her books, that would be more than happy….no, they would consider it an honor to rid the world of the stain like Mala’s husband, and no one would be the wiser.
“Think about it.” The eunuch nodded for her to carry on with her duties, before turning away and heading towards the bar on the other side of the courtyard, where Dominique’s sweet laughter was to be heard.
“A lady? Me? Ahahaha.” Dominique slapped her thigh with her closed fan and had a happy tear like glaze to her eyes.“Oh no. My dear, I know very well what people say of me….and the best part is all of it is true. Every..last detail.” A wide grin played upon the ginger haired Mistress’s lips. “Oh those chaste wives of the nobles of this city would simply curl up and die if they knew that all their men came to this very house to be serviced.” Reaching for Ava’s hand, she leaned in to whisper. “After years of popping out puppies, those women have clit lips like awnings. Flapping back and forth in the breeze and they applaud themselves when they walk.” Dominique let out a giggle, before wrinkling up her nose. ” What man wants that?” She leans back and throws her arm over her chair casually. “So…they come to me, where they know they get exactly what they want with the most lithe of slaves, that fill all their earthly and…hedonistic desires.”
Sucking again on the straw of her cocktail which was served in a coconut, and called “Creme of Fuzzy nuts”, she let out a sigh. “It’s funny how easily a man talks when he has been duly satisfied. Oh …the things I know about the people of this city. I could have any man I want, and then….I blackmail them for all they have. They want to tell, but then find that they can’t.” The truth of Dominique’s wicked ways were only now just being scratched along the surface. She was a mere human being, but had all the talents and shrewdness of a succubus.
“In a man’s world it is win or die. It is a world that few women survive and yet…here we are.” She spoke of Ava in this sense, strongly admiring her for all she had built in her youth.
Tim soon appeared behind his Mistress and then whispered into her ear. What he said, caused Dominique to frown, and cast her eyes towards the bathhouse, where the latest lot of girls were to be washed. The eunuch finished speaking and stood to attention, as the Mistress could be seen plotting something….something horrid. Her mood changing in an instant.
Someone…was going to die.
Moo: Ava sure was getting an earful from Dominique. Luckily all to be amusing as she was corrected on her last statement. The woman lifted a brow as she smirked, lifting her own drink to sip from. “How interesting; a woman with a pride that rules even my own. I am impressed with you, as always, Dominique.” The woman surely had a way with words, as she referred to other women’s physical issues, compared to those of the women she kept under roof in this love nest. It had her chuckling, to say in the very least. She had to place a hand over her mouth and set her drink down quickly before she sputtered it all over the bar while she first heard the remarks. And it continued to get better, until the subject took a more serious turn. “I’m sure,” Ava agreed, her hand being taken from her mouth as she had regained her composure. “It’s an admirable quality about you, surely. I’m not ashamed to admit I sought you for your connections. And money.” She pinched her fingers together, rubbing them back and forth greedily for coin, grinning. “It was worthwhile to seek your partnership; I have made more progress since. And! I have made quite an interesting friend with you.” That being said, it was easily agreeable that few women were as strong as them; the admiration between them was very mutual. “Indeed, here we are…” Ava raised her drink as if to give a toast to the statement, though she wouldn’t get anything in return. Tim had come to tell her something…something that apparently required urgent attention as Dominique’s face twisted into something foul. Enough that Ava could tell her business here was done. Or, she had a business opportunity. She tilted her head, slowly stirring her drink as she looked over the brooding ginger. “Can I be of use to you in another way this evening?” A small smile crossed her lips. Of course if she was turned down, she took no hard feelings; Dominique knew she would be in it for the coin rather than the gossip.
Chor: Mala shuddered as Tim berated her. She had not meant to insult his intelligence, but usually there were a few excuses she threw around that got her off the hook. He was right, however, and Mala was not one to disregard authority. Her husband, on the other hand, had a very different set of orders he often forced upon her. To work in the house of the Lady was her job, but her duty was a wife was very often far-streched by her wretched spouse. Suddenly, Tim came to a stop and following him Mala, too slowed her steps to a quiet stop. Too abrupt and she feared she might break down. As her legs stood still, the flesh between them cried in thanks, still suffering from a violent night.
“Thank you,” she said, though she only meant half of it. Sure, she’d thought of it. Oh, how she’d imagined it. A life without him? Terrible.Killing him would be the most pleasurable part of it. Poisoning, pushing him down a well, maybe slitting his throat. All would end with her losing her hard-earned coin to his sister in a town neighboring this. The woman, Paola was almost a scary as her twin brother…Mala’s husband Paolo. She would force Mala from her home, her job, and eventually she knew that Paola would have her as a sex slave and not just a servant. A slave woman without her scumbag husband was just as bad off as one with. She had no claim to anything as a woman because of her exceptionally low status and though her husband was no one special, he had just the right gender to get away with anything. Tim moved to leave Mala and she forced thoughts of her sad existence out of her head. Back to work, it was.
As she reached the baths, it seemed the tear-fest had already begun. Mala slipped off the day’s garb, showing only in her washdress. This piece was flimsy compared to her normal attire, but the others usually disrobe completely. Of course, the bruises, cuts, etc, were easily seen by the room, which brought her much shame, but were they to see underneath her washdress there would be an even bigger gasp of terror running through the house. Of course, the women here would not have to worry about such atrocities, but they couldn’t yet know how good they would be taken care of. As Mala took up a pumice stone, she snatched a sniffling girl’s foot from the water and began scrubbing the filth from her feet. Hours of soaking would not do good enough what she could do in ten minutes. As the working of the girls had finally begun and the talk died down to small whispers, Mala began her song. It was a ritual she always performed and she found for some reason it always helped the girls relax…and even made them more compliant.
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It was only when Tim had stood behind his Mistress regally, that Dominique came out of deep thought and then suddenly found herself grinning at Ava. What perfect timing to offer her services in another way outside of the orgy that was planned at midnight. Crossing her legs beneath the sheer silk of her dress, Dominique inhaled and then as casually as they came, she started to lay out her plans.
“Why Ava, I have this trifle little matter that has been giving me some grief as of late.”
Tim stared down at his Mistress, knowing full well where this was going. He had explained the situation of her best slave keeper being beaten again, and now it had finally come to a head.
“There is this man in town. Name is Paolo. Turns out that the man has done some terrible things and to make matters worse he owes me for the damage he has done. Now, I could send out Johan to deal with him myself, but…you see, the man is something of a coward. He believes women are beneath him, and I dare say he would not even imagine that one could outsmart him in a game of chance.”
Taking out a large bag of coins, she dropped it on the table just in Ava’s reach.
“There is a gaming house and slum whore shack that he frequents during the nights that his wife works. I am asking well, as a friend, if you would take this money and use it to lure him into a game ….that he can’t win.” That devilish gleam came into her eyes, as she pursed her lips in a cheeky fashion. “He would be so bold to bet everything he has to win when he has had enough to drink. And I want it all.” There was no mistaking the determination in her voice now. ” Course, you will be compensated for your efforts. That…and you get to see a man grovel at your feet. What do you say? Knock up a notch for the women of this city?’
Dominique picked up her drink from the table, taking a long and leisurely sip.