but to play along

She would kill them. She didn't know how. She didn't know when. But she would be the one to end their lives, Venus swore, the moment the chance presented itself. What they were doing to her was unforgiveable and that they were Shadow Hunters only made it worse. The fact that there were people from the same organization as her that would be willing to **** defenceless women made her sick to her stomach. More horrible than being **** though, was the small fact that Venus knew who these two men were.

The big man was called Parsley and the ratty one, who was now eagerly squeezing her left breast, was known as Sage. The two of them made up half of the Scarborough Fair, a cadre of the most violent and sociopathic hunters to have ever been known in the history of the Shadow Hunters. She had once heard a tale from a trader of how a vengeful ghost had been terrorizing a small village through possessions, and how the Scarborough Fair had banished the ghost: By killing every single person that lived there, and then putting the village itself to the torch. They were sternly disciplined for the atrocity, but no one could question their efficiency or their skill.

Knowing who they were meant that running away was all but impossible. Even with all of her equipment, Venus doubted that she could fight one of them, much less both. The one small blessing in this situation was that it was dark, and they couldn't see her face very well, thus didn't know who she was.

So for now, her only choice was to play along.

"Of course, milord." Venus said sweetly, raising her voice to a slightly higher pitch and trying to keep the terror out of it. "I would be glad to please the two of you."

"Good." Sage said slowly, as if savouring her fear. "And you'll service us for free, won't you? Yes, of course you will. Do you hear that, Parsley? The whore's willing!"

Parsley grunted noncomittally and scanned the tunnel for dangers.

"It's almost a pity that you said yes. I do prefer my women to fight back. Makes it so much better when I break them." Sage shrugged, as if he were talking about the weather. "Ah well. One can't be picky. What's your name, wench?"

"My name? It's..." Venus repeated nervously. "...Katherine. Katherine DuBois."

Sage watched her carefully, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek in disdain. He was trying to read her, Venus could tell, but it was dark, and she was a hunter too. She had trained to maintain her composure, and once the initial terror faded, she found she could control her emotions again. All that bastard would get would be shadows.

"Heh, what a lovely name. If that is your name at all." He chuckled sarcastically, but then his eyes smoldered as gave her an uncomfortably long look and then he murmured, "Give daddy a kiss."

Fighting down the urge to vomit, Venus closed her eyes and leaned forward into the smelly man. Their lips touched and she could feel the wet soppy lips pressing against hers. She pulled away as soon as it was unbearable, but **** an alluring smile.

Anger and frustration flashed on Sage's face for the briefest of instance, the promise of pain and **** for being denied pleasure, but it was gone in an instant and replaced with a sly smile. "You little slut. You tease me."

Venus dreadfully watched Sage undo his breeches as he spared a few moments to grope her breasts in between stripping, and soon he was as naked as she was, staring at her lustfully.