Dungeons&Dolls

“Well this sucks!”

Kanami appraised her cell. It was fairly tight, but not the smallest she ever had been in. One time that one pervert noble put her into a tight suit of armor with holes in very embarrassing places. That was awful.

She then looked at Cell(the person). She seemed to take the situation way worse. The young cleric was clearly not expected to be treated like this.

“I am a cleric of the Church with direct orders from Cardinal Crook”, she pleaded with their gaoler. “Please, if his Lordship would just inquire with the faith...”

But clearly Cell's pleas turned on deaf ears and after a day or so the cleric stopped. “The Goddess will save us”, she declared stubbornly.

Kanami had more hope in Freya. Her colleague had the uncanny ability of breaking her out of any truly dangerous situation. So will the situation may look grim, Kanami was not worried at all.

Yeah, lets just wait for Freya.

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“Hoo....so you are running around in diapers now.” The tanned ninja had a glint of amusement in her eyes, as she appraised her former colleague, letting a finger dance around the padded surface.“How embarrassing.”

Eek! No way! Absolutely no way! Kanami would die of shame if Freya saw her like this!

“What do you think the witch will do now?”, Cell asked, yanking Kanami out of her humiliation filled reverie.

Oh yes. Kanami hadn't even considered Beatrice! Would she attack the Baron's castle? It was certainly a possibility.

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“I am disappointed in you, my ninja.” Beatrice announced with a sigh. “To let yourself be captured on such an easy mission. How pathetic. As punishment I will take away your remaining bowel control as well. You shall never use a toilet again!”

That was even worse!

“If she dares to attack a barony of the Free Cities, the Church will not remain silent.”, Cell proclaimed boldly. “They will dispatch the full force of the Templar Knights and vanquish the witch together with all her minions!”

Great. This just gets worse and worse by the minute.

Cell seemed to finally get tired. She plopped herself on the ground next to Kanami. “I hope this has opened your eyes, Mistress.”

“Huh?” What a weird thing to say. Kanami wasn't even sleeping.

Unfortunately Cell seemed to take Kanami's befuddlement as an invitation to nag her further. “How little the witch cares for you. She sends us here with a letter that would purposefully incite the baron's ire. We are both nothing more then expendables pawns in her schemes.”

Kanami blinked a few times, processing what Cell was saying here. “And?”, she finally replied.

The Cleric clearly did not expect that response. “I beg your pardon?”

“Of course we are expendable. My employer never cares if I life or die. Well, I guess they care if I complete the mission, but that's about it. ” Kanami shrugged. “That's just how work works.”

For a moment, Cell was at a loss for words. “N-no”, she eventually pressed out. “No, Mistress that...that is only because you are working for an agent of evil.”

“Huh? You mean it isn't the same for you?”

“Of course not!”, Cell replied, now almost indignant. “The Church cares deeply about all believers and treats us servant of the goddess with respect and dignity. We are not the same.”

Ok, Kanami was starting to get pissed off. “The church did send you against Beatrice, right? If they really cared about you, wouldn't they have given you lots of guards or something?”

“That...that is...no...I was on a holy mission...it is not the same...” Cell started to trail of and mumble. Kanami could make out some really scary words like sacrifice, duty and responsibility

“Err...are you alright?” Cell obviously wasn't as mature and smart as Kanami, but even so, there should be a limit to how sheltered one can be. “I know the truth hurts and such but just calm down, ok?” Great, now Kanami felt bad. Should she pat her head to console her?

But before Kanami could get to that the cleric took a particular loud breath. “Mistress...no Kanami.” She grabbed the ninja's hands and stared her in the eyes with this annoyingly deep gaze of hers . It actually made Kanami heath up a bit.

“W-what?”, the ninja asked.

“Will you join me in prayer?”

Oh that.

It wasn't the first time, the cleric tried to get Kanami to pray with her or even the tenth. Cell prayed about 50 times a day and she didn't even got a stat boost or mystical item out of it. Definitely a waste of time.

“I told you I'm not very religious”, Kanami answered. The two things the Black Swan clan cared very little for where religion and fiscal discipline.

“That is exactly why!”, the cleric spoke, now with renewed zeal in her voice. “I...I am not sure that we will survive this ordeal, Kanami.”

Huh?

“If you die as an heretic”, Cell continued. “Your soul won't be purified. You will remain in purgatory forever. Or worse, a devil may claim you.”

Hold on! Wait a minute! Kanami won't die here! This is way too grimdark for this story!

But Cell was already starting to mumble something scary again.

Luckily, Kanami did know how to handle Cell in such situations. She flung herself forward and kissed the cleric. That worked. Cell looked surprised and stopped her stupid death prayer. Kanami used the opportunity to press her against the wall. The two of them where both manacled, so there was little chance for Cell to escape.

After making sure she got a good smooch out of Cell and asserted her dominance, Kanami parted the two lips just far enough to speak.

“Now, listen here!”, Kanami shouted, staring down at Cell. “I'm not going to die! And you won't either! I won't allow it!”

“B-but..” Cell stuttered.

“No buts! I'm your mistress and you are no allowed to die until I say so! Got it?”

“I..I..see..”, Cell looked very confused and finally averted her eyes. “Very well then, Mistress. I believe in you”, the Cleric mumbled.

“Good”, Kanami nodded satisfied. She didn't realize it until now, but she kinda pressed, or rather grabbed Cell on her boobs..ugh! That wasn't what she wanted to do! They where just...kinda very easy to grab! She squeezed them a little bit, just to punish Cell for having such grabable breasts.

Just as the situation was about to get awkward, the sound of footsteps could be heard.

Both Kanami and Cell tensed up as the lock on their prison cell door turned and a grimy half naked fat man with a whip appeared. He looked very stereotypical. “Hello, my little Kittens. Guess what time it is? It's torture o'clock!”, he announced with an equally stereotypical lecherous grin.

His gaze wandered from Cell to Kanami and back. “Which one of you two kittens will I take first?”, he cackled.