Peaceful though barely so

Nora stood, standing taller than her tormentor, who dated, denying her the ability to please her master. She was going to freeze her, bit by bit chipping away at her like a rock until the only thing left is a powdery dust she can keep in a Ziploc bag. Before she could make good on her images of sadistic ****, the other woman spoke up.

"No need for ****; you've been punished for now. You shouldn't risk further punishment by harming the master's plan and health." Mahreen Zaheer said in a calm voice, and the choice of words brought Nora to a halt. She would never harm the master or interfere willingly with any plan of his. So there must be more going on than just a bitch overstepping.

Nora nodded her head for the bitch to continue. "Simple Nora, you're not a doctor, and so is his only minion with medical training. While you know how the other doctors can be." Mahreen Zaheer said, to which Nora had to give a tight nod. Knowing that many an Arkham Asylum doctor has committed unethical experiments on the inmates.

"Not to mention I'm the only one that can arrange a meet between the two of you." Mahreen Zaheer said in a smug voice, to which Nora started grinding her teeth. As she was right again as at the moment she and Condiment wizard had no reason to meet up besides using a check up as a cover.

Nora realized she was beat, though, for the moment, as she would turn it around; of that she was sure. As only one woman could be the master's right hand, and that would be hers. The two women stared each other down as they planned their future of service to the Condiment Wizard.

Meanwhile, Condiment Wizard was walking down the halls back to his cell with Cheryl. His thoughts turned on recent events. Nora was healthy, which was good, as he could have her help him in his future plans, though he wasn't sure how she could help with the shark lady army. Perhaps she could make him an iceberg to use.

Also, his doctor, Mahreen Zaheer, also adds to his Arkum team. Though he wasn't sure how to include her in the plan. For the moment he was drawing a blank as he was using magic tartar sauce to bring back the dead. Which wasn't really a plan that needed her specific job skills; perhaps the next plan might allow her to be more involved in that plot, whatever it turned out to be.

He stopped dead, his mind ending the same way his body did. Cheryl had surprised him, as they were not back at his cell; they were somewhere else. Some corner of the maze that made up Arkham Asylum's hallways. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, a clear question of what was going on. He was able to hide his fear well, as there was now a concern that this was some kind of ambush.

He could not die outside of the great plot of his. How could he ever have been alive if he was so easily shived in an Arkum asylum hallway. Cheryl Turner, without a word, got down on her hands, bowing before him, her ass high in the air. " Master Condiment wizard I am here to serve." She said her voice somehow submissively demanded he take her then and there.

"Oh, so you are another one of my familiars. How wonderful! It is great to know that I have so many loyal to me in Arkum's halls." The condiment wizard said in a haughty voice, hiding his concern about how he was going to get so many minions so quickly. He would lose track of them at the rate this was going, and that's what dead men do, not a living one like Condiment Wizard.

"Please, Master, use me. I have waited my turn eagerly." Cheryl said, her voice dripping with lustful anticipation. Which was clearly visible as he noted the wet spot on her pants. Condiment wizard filled with lust and thinking dead man would turn down such an offer not him. He casually walked behind her and pulled both her panties and pants down, leaving her bare ass visible in the cold hallway.

He gave her ass a slap, to which she gave a loud, delighted squeal, which he rather enjoyed hearing. So he kept going, slapping each ass cheek again and again, to which Cheryl gave more squeals of pleasure like an eager pet. He finally stopped when both her ash cheeks were bright red. "Please, Master, have mercy on your worthless ****." Cheryl begged eagerly for the release being penetrated would provide.

So hearing his pet's plea for her master's mercy, he granted her it, for he is a good master. So with no warning he shoved his large cock into her vagina. She gave a muffled scream, cumming instantly at the sudden pleasure and the pain that was now in her core. The Condiment wizard ignored the noises she made and merely enjoyed himself thrusting in and out of her.

The clapping of flesh and muffled moans filled their little corner of Arkham, not that either of them noticed, too busy enjoying the debauchery. Once again Cheryl came, tightening her pussy, which Condiment Wizard felt pushing him over the edge and filling her to the brim with his cum, causing Cheryl to moan one last time as she came again at the feeling of being filled by her master.

The two were quiet for a moment; there was just quiet panting as Condiment Wizard got his breath back and Cheryl tried to breathe despite her face being pressed into the floor. Condiment wizard pulled out and immediately a white sticky substance began spilling out of Cheryl. She quickly got up and then quickly pulled her pants and panties up to seal the cum inside.

She turned around to face him as the condiment wizard put his cock away. "So, my pet, did you enjoy your master's attention?" The Condiment wizard asked, to which Cheryl nodded her head rapidly yes. "Then maybe ask why here, for surely other guards are on the way to collect both of us." The Condiment wizard asked rather concernedly that his new minion may have outed himself.

"No master were in a blind spot in the surveillance network, and with all the dangerous criminals around, none of the other staff come here. As they are too concerned with being jumped by an escape innate where no one can see them." Cheryl said, explaining why she had brought him to this spot specifically and making our worries go away.

" Well then before we get back to my cell I must ask besides being very pleasant company what else can you do for your master." The Condiment wizard asked, figuring he best knew what this latest minion could do, as that was surely what an evil wizard would do. So that they can use their minions to their fullest ability.

"I'm a guard master; I can go anywhere in the prison for the most part and not be asked any questions about it. "So merely ask Master, and I can get your messages anywhere they need to go," Cheryl said with pride at what she could do and how it would make her a right hand by default.

"That is very good; it will be nice to inform my minions of my will when I desire." The Condiment wizard said in a haughty voice, trying to hide his excitement at being able to command better with her help. As evil wizards do not get excited by their minions' ability to serve, they expect their ability to serve.

"Come, let's go; we have taken long enough and must head back before the others get suspicious." Condiment wizard not wanting his minion to be discovered and wanting to get back to his plotting. So the two left the blind spot and went back to his waiting cell.