Thread: Dark Submission (Drac x FK x Mayshar x Alyssa)

Maxis stopped at the door to the chambers and ushered the girls inside first, allowing them to take thier places on the floor before the master. Maxis followed in after, and showed his own respect by dropping to one knee, behind the girls. He had seen and heard the speech several times, so his gaze was focused on the girls the entire time, hoping he would be asked to join in this time. A grin escaped his lips as Ayana realized the truth of the masters words regarding the blade. The same threat had been made to him in the past, he knew the feeling well. The constant fear and uncertainty in Lisast made him aroused as well, whether it was tonight or later he had decided he would have both of these women. As the master leaves he waits for the ladies to follow, then Maxis takes up the rear. He didnt expect them to try and flee, but habit dictated he bring up the rear. He did so much like bringing up the rear... His thought wondered slightly before arriving in the masters favorite room. He looked over all the lovely toys on the wall, and was almost shocked when Dracosi handed him his signature toy. The look in his eyes was, unnerving to be sure. He turned to the two ladies and made a simple command. Strip The word carried a power with it, a power they couldnt ignore. His will had compelled them to strip. They could fight, but ultimately had to obey. He slipped the handle of the electronic whip into his belt as they de-clothed. He threw off his cloak, and piled up his tunic and top right after, leaving his chest bare. The ladies got to witness the form of a perfect assassin, the muscles in his chest and abdomen in perfect definition. He walks over to Lisast first, a small grin on his face as he looks into her eyes. He grabs her by the throat, his grip simple but extremely powerful. He slowly walks her over, held aloft easily with one hand to the chains. He lifts her up into position and clasps each wrist. Then he reaches down and does her ankles. His eyes strolling over her body the entire time. Finally he stands up and does the neck, the final click signaling her imprisonment. He then rushes with vampire speed at Aryana, his movements impossible to track except by lord Dracosi. He snatches her throat as well and places her on the wall before she has time to react. His nails dig into her skin, already drawing blood. His fangs pop out as he hisses at her, holding her against the wall with his powerful strength. He flashes again, doing all of her clasps in a moment, securing her to the wall. He runs a finger down Aryanas neck, then over one of her breasts, stopping briefly to squeeze her nipple. Then he continues to trace a line with his fingernail down her stomach to her waist, stopping just above her crotch. He quickly rips the handle of the whip out of his pants, the electric blue whip crackling to life. His face shows the pleasure he is about to have, whther or not he gets to complete the ritual with the master, he was honored to get it started. Not uttering a single word, he reaches back and cracks the energy weapon into Aryanas chest, leaving a slice which cauterizes instantly. He continues the same motion and changes target to Lisast, letting another crack echo through the room as he marks her upper thigh with his first blow. He swings the whip bove his head, then bring it across in front of him, snapping them both across the breasts with a single blow. He turned the handle around, letting the energy down to the floor, the handle upright in his hand like a 6 inch club. It was obvious even the handle discharged energy, though not as powerful as the whip itself, the charge was sure to injure even the person wielding it. He brings the handle end up to Aryanas face and smiles, showing his fangs and teeth. Im going to enjoy helping the master break you. He places the handle at the top of her chest, and runs it down along in between her boobs down to her belly button, its electrical charge snapping from it every moment. He stops there, and bends down to lick the area just above her slit, the touch of his tongue holding a mystical energy of its own, arousing juices inside of her. He rushes away from her over to Lisast, the end still held in his hand. Dont worry, Maxis hasnt forgotten about you. He bites into her nipple with his teeth, drawing blood. The handle comes down onto the nipple and is held above the wound, sizzling the newly dripping blood. He backs up and brings the business end of the whip around again, letting out another crack of power as it snaps into the Lisast's other breast. Thier evening has only begun...