The Whip

You examine the whip carefully. Just because you have no soul to taint, doesn’t mean it’s safe for you.

As you look closer, you marvel at the black leather. Despite the age of the whip, and you’d be shocked if it was less than a few hundred years old, the leather looks supple and almost new.

Power seems to emanate from it in waves. It’s power seems to thrum in tune with yours.

You reach down and grab the handle. Nothing happens. You look over at it, surprised there weren’t fireworks or at least some indication that you had taken it.

You move to an antique mirror and admire yourself. The whip looks good in your hand, somehow…sexy. You wrap it around your belt.

“Come girls, we’ll need to dispose of Roger and make it look like an accident. With him gone, we’ll control his wealth.”

The girls immediately spring into action. They clean up the body and the blood spatter. Although, hidden in the secret vault it’s likely nobody will ever see it.

They wrap up the body in a garbage bag.

“Master, he has a yacht. You could have one of your minions take him out and dump him.”

You nod. It’s a fine idea. He’ll wash up dead in a month or so and the case will be closed in a week.

You leave the other artifacts behind and follow your minions out to the black luxury car.

They carelessly toss the body in the trunk. Dahlia gets behind the wheel. You hop in back with Lorelei.

You’re going to fuck her while her ‘mother’ watches and drives the car to dispose of her ‘father’s’ dead body. It’s wonderfully perverse.

Your cock hardens.