2 months later...

Dropping more heavily on the roof than she'd like, the Blade found the wall she had been looking for, and started tapping her knuckles against the bricks. "Where is it? Where is it?!" she hissed frantically, before her sensitive hearing picked out the right one. Gripping onto the edges with her fingertips, she pried the hollow brick out of place, and let out a quiet but triumphant, "Yes!" when she saw that the potion she had stashed in it years ago was still there.

By the time she had drank it, stashed the empty vial in her bag, and replaced the brick, most of the bleeding had stopped. She knew that her skills would have dulled since she was first captured, but she did not expect that she'd had gotten that sloppy. She wondered if her captor would mind if it wasn't the cleanest ****, and if the extra bodies she had to put down would be a problem, but knowing him, he cared more about the results than the method. And for the briefest moment, she wondered how he was doing back at camp without her, and if he missed her.

An alarm bell sounding shook her back to the matter at hand. She was too exposed out here, and even with her speed, they had the numbers. Filing away in her mind that this cache was now unusable, she gathered her bearings and sprinted away, almost vanishing against the night's sky, her nimble feet now lightly tapping across the roof tiles.

Securing the entrance to the hideaway, she set down her bag next to the pile of hay she had been using as a bed, and sat on the floor with her back to the wall. Resting her eyes for a few seconds, she then ran her hands up and down her body, before letting out a sigh of relief when she discovered that her wounds had completely healed without leaving a scar.

Before, her unmarred skin was yet another deception. A display to the humans, her skill as an untouchable assassin, and a shadow of hope for her people. But now, all she could worry about was that if she went back with even the slightest hint of damage, the Captain would be disappointed in her, and wouldn't trust her with another assignment like this. And despite the restrictions the collar imposed on her, it had been the most liberating time she's had.

Since he gave it to her, she'd spent the past few weeks doing whatever she needed to in order to successfully execute her assignment. From sneaking in using her old routes, clearing and setting up her hideaway, target identification and pattern studying, resource stealing, to the final infiltration and ****. As long as she didn't mess up and get caught, again, she had total freedom in how and when she could do it.

But somehow, she wasn't happy.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her body was brimming with energy. Typically, she would have attributed this to the adrenaline coursing through her, but from how her body was telling her it should be released, she frowned darkly. Pulling her mask down, she pursed her lips and pouted and swore under her breath, cursing that human for what he had done to her, before jumping up to her feet and practicing the forms of her fighting style, hoping that the repetition and activity would exhaust her to sleep.

Unfortunately, all that did was frustrate her even more. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she growled lowly and cursed him once more, before resigning herself to do what she had to do.

After laying her cloak on the hay for a little bit more comfort and stripping off her armor, she sat down on it sharply, chewed on her tongue a few times angrily, before letting out a defeated sigh.

Lying down, she licked her fingers for some lubricant before sending her hand down between her legs. But that wasn't necessary. The moment she touched her lower lips, she found that she was already sopping wet, and a sharp sensual moan escaped out of her mouth as a surge of pleasure zipped up her spine. Her head rolled back as her hand swirled and rubbed at her groin furiously, seemingly of it's own will. Her other hand grabbed onto her breast, and squeezed and kneaded it, before reaching across her body and pinching her nipple.

Sweet soft groans slipped past bitten lips as her finger slid in and out of her pussy. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to have anything in there, and it seemed to have been **** to have anything in it, given how tightly it was squeezing her. Getting another finger in, her hips started to float up in the air as she got her feet under her, and her movements grew more frantic.

It all felt so good, but something was missing. And unfortunately, she knew what it was.

Casting her eyes at the entrance, more in fear of someone looking in than breaking in, she rolled over onto her side. Pumping her fingers in her pussy a few times to coat in as much of her honey as she could, she looked at them glisten in the dim lamp light, before swallowing hard. Reaching behind and under her, she very shakily pressed one against her rim. Almost immediately, lightning zipped up her spine and her whole body shivered. Breathing hard into the hay, she slowly fed her digit into her, just up to the first knuckle, and was almost overwhelmed by how much tighter, hotter, and better, this hole felt. Biting on to her cloak to stop herself from moaning even more, her eyes rolled up in her head when both fingers entered her, and she pushed off her own rear to press against her rectum.

So much better, yet still not enough.

In the corner of her eye, she spotted the now empty vial in her bag. With her free hand, she stretched and scrambled at it before finally getting it with her fingertips. Looking at it, she saw that it was thicker around than both of her fingers, and much harder. The bottom of it was rounded, so it wouldn't do anything much to her, and the opening had a bit of a lip to it, so she also had no fear of it getting stuck. However, it was a little dusty from it's long slumber in it's cache, and too cool and dry to use so suddenly. But those were problems that could be easily and quickly solved. She stared at it intently, contemplating if she truly was so low and **** to seriously consider using it in this way, but her body was needing more and she had already come this far.

Bringing it to her face, she found herself with her tongue out already, eagerly awaiting for it. And the moment it touched her tongue, her eyes immediately closed in bliss as she drew it into her mouth. Her tongue devotedly got to work lashing and lapping at the smooth shaft from all sides, her lips brushing away most of the dust off of it, as she pumped it back and forth. It quickly became clean and warm from her effort, and all it was missing was his taste.

Her eyes snapped open and she could see his stupid face, with that mildly amused smile plastered on, like it was right in front of her. Her expression shifted from wanton lust to dark hatred and back to sexual ecstasy as the vial entered into her orifice. "I... hate... you...," she murmured between gasps of pleasure, venom dripping from every word. Rolling over onto her front, she stuck her hips up high in the air with her head down low, the way he usually took her, and vigorously moved the vial around and in and out of her, making sparks fly in her mind. Her other hand snuck between her legs from the other side and rubbed her groin again, so that she could lie to herself and say that that was the one giving her pleasure.

Keeping her gaze fixed on the spot she decided his face was, she snarled and hissed at him, as her climax was reaching the tipping point. "I... hate you... I hate... you... I hate you... I hate, hate you... I hate, hate, hate you... I hate you. I hate you... I hate you, I hate you, I hate you... IhateyouIhateyouIhateyou... I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I-AIIE!!!"

Her orgasm rocked through her entire body, and left her a shuddering sputtering kneeling mess. She was still mumbling her disdain for her captor, but knew that she could never go back to the way she was. He had changed her too much. The food she had stolen here didn't even taste the same without his herb in it. And what was even the point in fighting it anymore? The collar **** her to do anything he wanted, no matter how much she struggled not to. And whenever she did obey, he always rewarded her, in his way.

Curling into a ball, she began to weep quietly. But not from her betrayal of her people, or the destruction of her pride, rather the knowledge that if she had done this with him, the things he would do to her would leave her actually satisfied.

And that was all that she wanted.