A Mage's Tale Ch. 05

"Then you loose!" she exclaims bringing a gun level with my chest and pulling the trigger.

'click' Her eyes go wide.

"Now that we have that out of the way, who do you really work for?"

"How? But .. " Gilda stammers trying to back to the stairs.

"I wouldn't try going back down there. They let you in, out is going to be a different story."

She bolts down the steps anyway. The howl of rushing wind rises instantly. I walk to the steps and start to descend, her awkward open mouth wails bringing questioning looks from the women on the bed. As I reach the bottom of the stairs her open mouthed screams echo off the walls. Clutching her distended abdomen she staggers and falls unconscious.

The wind stops and the air starts to escape her ass and vagina. The stench of a wharf outhouse has me pooling my magic and casting a freshening ward. Cross steps to my side looking down at Gilda. Cross leans to check her pulse, I already know she is still alive. I grab under her arms and Cross her legs and we carry her back up stairs.

"What happened to her?" Cross asks

"She walked into the worst blowjob ever." I answer as we lay her on the floor. "Strip her and tie her to a coffee table. Arms back face up. Leave the ones on her legs loose for now."

As the women strip her, all are unnerved by the discoloration and bruising appearing on her abdomen. Having your womb and intestines forcibly inflated by gang raping aerial servants will leave a mark. I put on a pot of coffee and do a clean-purify on the bath water in the tub. Even Cross is giving me a somewhat fearful look as I sip my coffee waiting for Gilda to regain consciousness.

"Are all wizards in your part of the world sadistic like this?" Blank asked.

"That was tame by most standards, I guess killing an intruder outright would be less cruel? I warned her, she didn't listen. It looks tens times worse then it is." I say wincing inwardly. "It scared her more then harming in any lasting way. I bet she will even admit that compared to a slavers fisting this wasn't nearly as painful."

"You sound so cold." Liz says.

"Emotionally detached, I would like to wake her and say sorry cause she really gives a fucking amazing blow, right up there with you Cross. Then again she pulled the trigger of a gun pointed at my chest without hesitation. If I hadn't halted your standing orders, Cross, you'd have twisted her head off as part of your contractual obligations."

"When you look at it on it's own she got it easy." Liz will admit.

"Yeah, Clue you need to go get Valkyrie."

They all nodded.

The search of her clothing yielded a whole lot of nothing. The gun however, it was Vilkirks. The same one he himself had pulled on me earlier in the day. It answered somethings but opened the door on so many more questions. Teaching the servants to siphon out gun power had been worth the hours it took doing so. Valkyrie tops the stairs with a pained look, her eyes looking over Gildas injuries. From her expression Liz had already given her the hows and whys.

"How long you going to let her lay there pretending?" Val asks.

"I wasn't doing anything else with out you present. She could have laid there all night pretending instead of speaking up and getting help for her truth cooperation." I say taking another sip of coffee.

"Don't think because of what he did to you I will go any easier on you." Valkyrie says looking down into Gildas eyes.

"I work for Lady Herthwright." Gilda says.

"Why do Vilkirks dirty work?" Val asks.

"She sent orders to do whatever he said." Gilda answered. "I can't say that she'd care if those orders ended in my death."

"Then why listen and stay loyal?"

"She has my sister. If I don't do something, she will be sent in my place."

Valkyrie leans closer, "So getting close to Anyta, her order or what?"

"I was told to watch, fend off any tackle wielders. As a favor to a friend. Getting emotionally attached was kinda by accident. She knew I was there to 'keep her out of trouble', she told me it was her father's doing. It was his favor Herthwright was having me do."

"What happens to your sister if you die?" I ask.

"She's a favorite of the Lady. So nothing for the short term. If she falls out of favor, back to the slavers she would go. Killing her wouldn't be profitable."

"What are you thinking Nameless?" Val asks.

"Two birds, but I'd need a corpse." I say with a smirk, "Now you'll see sadistic."