Blessed Clay 4 – Meeting the governess 2

“Why am I not surprised?” Uklag mumbles. They stand in front of the door that leads to the office. From the other side of the wooden door womanly moans echo into the hall. “That’s what you get for telling a couple of demons to ‘keep her busy’ I suppose.” He sighs and waves at the tiredly. “Make a flashy entrance or something.”

Droy smiles and takes Uklag’s place in front of the door. “You ready?” the Albino asks Zal, who nods resolute in response. A boot crashes into the unlocked door that breaks down and falls into the room. Droy and Zal step over the destroyed entrance blockade.

On the table inside lies Halja, naked. Her hands extended between her legs where they claw into red har. Her right leg obstructs the view but it’s pretty safe to assume that Aelana’s tongue is buried deep in the governess.

Analea all the while is making out with Halja. That is until Droy’s sudden entrance causes them to freeze up. “What? Who dares? GUARDS!” Halja shouts and looks at the intruders. “Drone? And you Albino, I know you....”

“I have a name, bitch.” Zal says with an angry quiver in his voice. There is no time for Halja to be enranged about his language as Droy rushes over and menacingly bows over her. “You don’t even remember my name?” he presses out between his clenched teeth.

“Should I? Are you one of the servants I left in Orstead? Or the capital? Honestly I have been to so many places I can’t remember all of you plebeians.” Halja says and inches away from him, her eyes darting over to her doors wondering when her guards will finally come. She is stopped in her endeavour to get away by the twins.

“You should have told us that you were coming!” Aelana says to the warlock. Uklag looks at the hinges of the door, his head slightly tilted. “Those break pretty easily. What? Oh, yeah, but what would have done with that information?”

“You know these intruders?” Halja asks and is completely ignored. Analea even goes as far to put her hand on her mouth not to be annoyed further. “Well, we could have make her orgasm at the point of your entry. Sudden surprises are a great way to ruin an afterglow, Master Uklag.” Uklag just shrugs, “Sound unnecessary.”

“Remember the operation in Orstead? The one that gave you enough funds and influence to get this post in the first place?” The panicked governess widens as she realizes who the Albino in front of her is. A sign from Uklag and Analea raises her hand again. “Droy…last I thought about you was when I imprisoned you.””You didn’t even care enough to realize I was the one freed with that whore?” He raises his fists in anger, ready to punch the governess in the face.

Uklag steps in before he can do so. “Ah-ah, Droy. I still need her intact.” With a disappointed “Tsk.” Droy steps away for the table and leans against a nearby wall with his arms crossed.

“Now.” Uklag walks around the table and sits down in the governess chair, forcing that actual owner to turn her head in an uncomfortable degree in order to keep an eye on him. “I think you realize who I am?” he asks. “If he was the one hat escaped the prison with the assassin that would make you the mage that enabled them.”

Uklag nods with a cheerful smile. “Correct. What do you think I want from you?” “To get the search party of your heels. Look, if you let me go I am sure I can arrange something and….” He cuts her off by raising his hand. “I have dealth with the search party months back.”

Halja lies there with an open mouth. “Tienal is an esteemed knight of Estara, scum like you c-“ “WAS! Now she is a brainwashed whore.” Uklag interrupts her. “Brainwashing?” Halja looks at the twins that are still holding her in place. “I understand, you fiend!”

Uklag laughs, “Not yet, that is a work in progress. The only demons in this room are the ones currently holding you.” Horns appear on the twins heads and when they smile at the shocked governess their sharp canines glint in the sunlight that falls through the huge window behind the chair.

“I think that is enough to shock you for now.” Uklag says and leans forward. Putting his left elbiw on the table and resting his head in his hand he repeatedly taps against the desk with his staff. “Where is the underground mine?” Halja gulps audibly, “Will you let me go if I tell you?” she asks. Uklags friendly smile gives her a glimmer of hope. “Of course not.” He shatters it with calm sweetness. “You know of me now. Also your guards damaged my merchandise. Lastly….” He whispers into her ear. “I maybe let you go, but he won’t.”

Droy’s red eyes haven’t left Halja for a single second, the hatred that burns within them leaves no doubt that there is no happy ending for the governess. “Why would I talk then?” Halja musters her last bit of resistance. “Oh, my dear bitch.” Uklag laugh. “Like you have a choice in the matter. You see I am currently a bit impatient, the whole ordeal in the north has taken excessively long and by now, I am itching to make some progress. So I will break one of my rules.”

He stands up, “Everyone in favour of forever destroying Halja Jechton’s personality raise his hand.” Of course his hand is already in the air. The twins keep their hands down. “”We would enjoy breaking her in.”” They say. Droy raises his hand. “As much as I would enjoy it as well, this is the closest thing I will get to killing her. I vote yes.”

All eyes wander to Zal. The former drone has been quietly standing in the doorway for a long time now. “I always treated you well.” Halja pleads in a sweet voice. “I always knew you were my best servant. The best, most loyal drone one could ask for.”

“Loyalty.” Zal slowly says, “Like the kind you never showed me? All it took was one little secret and you wanted me gone and crippled.” Halja is quiet, her mind racing for an answer. “My master was right, I gave everything to you and you betrayed me like the bitch you are.” He raises his hand. “He gave me a name and a purpose, whatever his will is I will follow.”

Halja thrashes against the grip of the two disappointed succubae. “What a waste.” Says Aelana, “But this could be fun as well.” Adds Analea. The warlock puts his left hand on the governess head, an evil smirk across his face.

“Witness your own reconstruction!” he exclaims and pushes his magic into her mind. Personality breaks and erased, kinks undone, relationships made void as he rages through her consciousness like a berserker through a battlefield filled with cowards. Then he rebuild her as a loyal **** that will tell him everything and do whatever he wants.

A happy grin spreads over the woman’s face afterwards. Uklag takes away his hand and signals the twins to leave her be. Halja quickly gets down the table and presses her forehead on the carpet floor. “I beg for forgeviness, Master.” She says.

“You didn’t know better.” Uklag graciously says. “Now, tell me where I can find the blessed clay.” The broken governess raises her head and looks at him with thankful eyes. “Of course, Master.” Halja stands up and roams around her desk for a bit. “Where did I- ? Ah, there.” She pulls out a map of the surrounding areas and marks a point southwest of Brikstrat.

“There is a fortified outpost there. Underneath it is a underground mine you will find the blessed clay there.” Halja says and hands the map to Uklag. He takes it and stares at the mark for a bit. “Good. An, Al, we are going to check that out. Droy, Zal – you two have some fun with her, when you are done one of you go tell Tienal and Meltzer to come here.”

While Droy is already angrily undoing his pants, a process that sounds as ridiculous as it looks like, Zal at the very least has the decency to let him finish speaking before joining in. Uklag doesn’t look back, only briefly turning to repair the door, insuring the trio’s privacy, before leaving the room, the fort and the city behind.