Part 2

Sviatoslav shook her head with a sigh. She tossed her goblet into the fire, which whipped up in great hot flames.
“I never wanted it to come to this.” The elder vampire snapped her fingers. A one-eyed woman with chalky skin appeared floating above the floor, her hips and breasts covered in a black icor. Or rather, she had a single eye in her skull. From her back, several eyestalks protruded like tentacles. Either way, they had red iris on yellow sclera.

“Show her, Denise.” Sviatoslav ordered, and her central eye shot a beam of light onto the wall. The beam projected an image, almost like looking into a magic mirror. And on the other side…
“Cid!” I shouted, leaping out of the chair.

Stripped of his shirt, he lay bound and gagged on his knees. Heavy black chains wrapped around his lean yet toned body, **** into an emasculating position with his hands behind and over his head. He was in a dark dungeon of some kind, a carved or natural cave that had been set up for ****. His adorable round and lean face was made more adorable by the defiant expression in his eyes.
“What have you done to him!? Release him at once!” I shouted in her face.

She tapped me on my shoulder, and suddenly my legs failed me and I fell back into the armchair.
“Yes. We caught your little friend here, about at the same time as you.” Sviatoslav explained.
“...Why isn’t he here?” I asked, “You got all of us tango'd up here at the same time, but he…”
“Evy, my dear. Isn’t it obvious?” She asked back, leaning towards me and stroking my cheek, “He does not belong here. With us. These simple comforts are the privilege of mamono kind. Vulgar creatures like him need to know his place.”
I growled, but couldn’t do anything.
“And he does not appear to be very talkative either way. But I do hope that you will open up much more readily.”
“I would rather die.” I spat out.

“Oh, but my dear Evy… It is not you that hangs in the balance at the moment. Release her.”
A clang was heard from the projection. Something flung into Cid's cell. A huge snarling beastwoman, her skin as black as charcoal and long white hair. Never had I imagined a body as powerful as that could be so gorgeously femine, even as she ran on four all four. She was a hellhound. A woman with the traits of a terrible wolf-dog said to guard the entrance to the underworld. I heard they had untamed lust burning in their bodies more savage than any other mamono, but never could I have imagined anything like that.

She leapt at the terrified Cid, but was yanked back before she could get close. Caught by a chain fixed to a metal collar around her neck. She jumped up in blatant disregard of her restraints, as if unable to conceive that anything could hold back her hunger of that man, her face twisted by lecherous lunacy spilling drool all over. Even the little clothing she wore, of black panties and a pair of metal claws fashioned into a bra, seemed much too modest for a creature as feral as this.
“Stop it!” I yelled, clutching the armrest, “This is between you and me Sviatoslav! Leave him out of this!”

“Oh? But do you not see? It was with him it all started. So it ought to be with him that it ends. No?” The vampire princess pulled on a chain around her neck, and produced from within her clevage a skeleton key. She pranced back to the fireplace where at the top, a heart-shaped lock of black metal rested.
She slipped it inside, and turned.
The chain reeled out, and the hellhound shambled forward. She was within spitting distance of Cid before the chain caught her ruthless charge.
“With each turn, your precious Cid gets a little bit closer to a new cuddle buddy. So what do you say? Will you talk? Perhaps in exchange for this key? To save your Cid from being ravaged by a horny mutt?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t know what the answer was.
She saw in me an instance of hesitation, so she turned the key again.
Cid squealed in the gag as she scurried even closer. I bet he could see down her nostrils. I bet he could smell her lust.
“This is your last chance, my dear Evy.” Sviatoslav pulled out the key and dangled it before me, “Will you choose Cid, or his mission?”
I breathed. I looked down into my lap, and let out a sigh.
“...Sorry. I do not tango that way.”

“...Are you sure?”
“It was your threat." I clenched my teeth, my heart straining against my chest, "...Do it.”
She pushed the key inside the heartshaped lock. She gripped it by the end, and gave it a twist.

The chain reeled out the final bit between thme, and the hellhound fell on her target in a feral pounce.
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him against her ample chest as she lapped up along his neck and towards his face, rubbing her pelvis eagerly against him.
Cid was no longer there. He had vanished. Transformed back to his true form. In his place was the man who had used illusion magic to impersonate him. A buff man with cropped black hair and piercings. Probably the hellhound’s husband.
The projection turned off.

“So… You saw through it?”
“But of course.” I smirked, “That spiel about the comforts being a privilege for monsters… That was a red herring. You didn’t want us in the same room. You knew if I was there, I could smell out your imposter. Why would you gag him? You wanted information out of him too, didn't you? And you needed his begging pleas to compel me to spill the beans. It’s because you knew how we work. We have a code word. One he’d use to identify himself in the event he was compromised. You knew that much, but didn’t know what it was. And you knew that I knew that he had a code word, and would see through the ruse immediately if he didn’t use it. So you gagged him. You'd make me think that's why he could't utter it. But I knew that you knew that I knew that he had a codeword for just such a situation. And I knew you would try and deceive me accodingly!”
If you cannot stand situations where recursive knowledge about knowledge is of vital importance, then I’m afraid espionage might not be for you.

Sviatoslav sighed, “Yes. I knew that. Still, I imagined that seeing your precious Cid in such a situation would be too much to bear for you.”
I smirked in response. Wouldn’t be the first time someone underestimated an orc.
“Make yourself comfortable, then. You will be here for a while.” Said Sviatoslav, before she turned to leave the ‘cell’. Before she closed the doors, she snapped her fingers.

The band awakened with a collective squeal.
“Huh? Oh… Wuh? “ Ranny muttered, blinking.
“...You didn’t hear all that, did you?” I asked.
“Hear what?” Teemy asked back.
“Hey!” Ranny cried, “You… You sold us all out! Didn’t you? Played us like the fiddle!”

I remained in silence. They approached me, cracking their knuckles.
“We’ve been runnin’ circles tryin’a grab a boytoy of our own! Always just outta reach! And then whaddaya know? Turns out our very own Evy hoarded 'em all along! Acted their lil lapdog!”
“I thought we were friends!” Teemy yelled with teary eyes.

“I am sorry.” I tried to explain, “You wouldn’t understand. Working for him, it’s more than a job. It’s a calling. A purpose. Before I met him, I was a **** to my urges.”
“Yeah? Well, now yer a **** to that snake!”
“Absolutely! A sneaky snake!”
“Ye call yerself an orc? We’ve been blessed with them these strong limbs, cunning and ruthless minds, and these huge ca-chongas! We’re supposed to be above of any man!”

I narrowed my eyes, “Detest me if you will. I betrayed your trust. I accept that. But do not address him as such. You have not felt what it is like to join with him. Become as one, in a carnal dance of beauty and passion.”
They blinked.

“Whaa!? You sayin’ you’ve been doin’ him?”
I nodded.
“An Orderite? On ‘is own initiative?”
“My master... He is not like the rest. He has a goal. A dream. And he is willing to go through any length to achieve it.”

I could see them shudder in pleasure, the idea of being pursued by men from the Order enticed them.
“Does that… Does that mean he'd let himself be tied up? If it meant serving his cause, I mean?” Teemy chortled, licking her lips.
“Evy! You gotta tell us more!” Ranny shook me by the shoulders.
“I… “ I sighed. It looked like I wasn’t going anywhere. Like the vampire said, better get myself comfortable. I let the soothing music sink in for a second, then told them to take a seat and listen.
“So… One day, when he punished me for not doing a three point room scan when entering a location, he leaped out from his hiding place under a floorboard, and wrapped his arms around my neck and chest. Then, he kissed me on the…”

I spent the next few days reliving all my sensual erotic adventures together with my Cid. Not the least gratuitous detail was spared. The warband hung on every word. They lived through me in the recollection of my experiences.
But then one day, I do not know how many days had passed, Sviatoslav came back into the room.
“You there.” She pointed to the band, me excluded, “Come with me.”
I sighed in disappointment.
“Sorry, Evy.” Ranny patted my shoulder, “I’m sure yer chance is gonna come.”
They shut the door behind them, leaving me in the vast room. Alone.

There was no way Vlodymyri could contact Misérable about me. They didn’t exist. If they somehow did, they would deny my existence. Someone like me did not belong in the Order. Or amongst monsters. I belonged right where I was, in my gilded cage. The fireplace did not offer an escape-route. Not only was the fire inextinguishable. It didn't even lead up to a chimney.
All I could do was wait it out.

Having recalled so much of Cid and the way we played and laughed and loved together, a warmth stirred inside me that would not yield, no matter how much time passed. My breath became haggard, and my body hot. I saw him in my dreams. He was just as marvelous as I remembered. When I woke up, and realized only in my dreams would I ever see him, my heart sank… But the heat in my body would not relent.

At last, the door opened once more.
It was not Sviatoslav who entered, however.
“...Cid?” I whispeed to myself as I rushed to him.
There was no mistaking it. I knew him by his smell. Gosh, that smell... I couldn't get enough of him. He writhed on the floor, his arms tied behind him in ropes.

I could not believe he had been taken… How? He taught me everything he knew, but he was not as hot-headed as me. He did not make mistakes.
The answer came waltzing in after him, in the form of the band of orcs.
“Hah! Got ‘im good!”
“Yeah, caught ‘im sneaking ‘round! Thought he’d get the better of us!”
“But we knew ‘im already! Inside out! You taught us yerself, dinnit ya?”

“What?” Cid's voice boomed.
“What?” I repeated, then it dawned on me.

That was her plan all along. To make me train her soldiers. Make them experts on how to take out the spies of Misérable with erotic techniques.
They high fived each other, went physical together and oinked.
"And now, ‘es our lil prize fer us to play with, ey boy?”

The voluptuous girls gathered around him, fondling him and pushing their snouts against him, sniffing and grunting while he was unable to fight back. They laughed and fawned at his writhing, and started to lick at his exposed torso.
“Gah! Bwah! Agent-23, act now! Before they violate my autonomy!”
I growled at the ladies, “Stop that at once!”

With my command they stopped. I scooped him up and pushed him against my bossom, “I saw him first, ladies! He is mine!”
“...Agent-23… Are you…? MMmpph..:”

I **** my chest against him. He couldn’t speak like that or give me any orders, nor could he resist my advances.
“Sssssh…” I whispered to him, “This is a necessary contingency. To protect you from them, I must claim you as my own ****, and keep having my way with you. Don’t worry… I know exactly what you like.”
I rubbed myself against him eagerly. It was going to be one hell of a night.

And all the nights until then was only going to be better.