Private Tales Guillotine, Part II

[Jane]

The problem for succubi was that sex was their weapon...and also their prison.

Dazed and fatigued from her brawl with Jane, Hyatta was already caught in her sensual cell before she could truly realize what was happening. And from there, demonic and sinful instinct took over. Everything else was put on hold. Everything. She knew that she was trapped and she knew that she just couldn't help it. What plans she had for Guillotine and escape were all held hostage by the desire permeating the very core of her infernal being. She simply could not resist. It was impossible.

"Oh...the boldness of you!" Hyatta said, glancing up and back at Asa, her voice husky and features sultry all save for her eyes, which contained within them the light of knowing, awareness, that she was ensnared by the very thing she had used countless times before to tempt mortal men to their doom. A loud moan escaped her. "But you'll see...that you...are quite...overmatched! Haaaannnngh!"

Jane saw what was happening and just let out a giggle. She had a vague awareness and even more vague appreciation that her fingers were back on her hand and in more or less working order. Rising to her feet, Jane abruptly stumbled out of the bedroom, leaving only that all too familiar sound of rhythmic clapping and the constant moans of Hyatta behind.

When she returned, she held in her hand her Celestial longsword. Hyatta glanced up, her face one of pleasure but her eyes embers of fear.

Jane leveled the blade against Hyatta's neck. And grinned in a manner more fiendish than the demon before her.

"Here's what happens next," Jane said. "I'm going to let Asa finish. And then I'm going to cut your fucking head off...just before you finish."

Asa Renwyk

 

[Asa Renwyk]

At first she feigned confusion. Her role not yet dropped. But then off came her mask and Not Ymir gave Asa what he needed.

It was beyond what he had expected. Everything melted away. Merging, swirling, twisting into a singular experience. How long had he waited? No answer. Only a sense of purpose and satisfaction fulfi-

Jane had left. Asa did not know when nor why. His focus solely on the one beneath him. Then she returned. She returned with something in hand. Something foul. Something holy.

Like a barrel of ice water thrown upon his sleeping consciousness, the sickening presence of the divine blade awakened Asa. Not the lustful, need creature he had been so far but the clever doctor that had cured the town.

The first sensation he held was a sudden rush of his lust leaving him. The second was his head feeling as if a thousand angry wasps had been released inside his brain. Words Jane had spoken barely made it through to him.

He needed to figure out what was going on....

A hand went to his head. Eye closed. His other hand held up in the direction he hoped Jane was in. His senses were off as his head audibly throbbed in his ears. The succubus was free from his hands if not from his weight still on top of her.

"A moment darling. I need a moment. Believe I'm experiencing that hang over now. Have a proposal before you run this one through. One you might enjoy. Just.... just need a moment for the world to become whole about me once more."

He prayed Jane's curiosity would be grabbed, but did not truly care either way. Just seemed a waste to kill the demon beneath him that could offer more than a quick death to them both.

Jane

 

[Jane]

From where that ray of clarity came from, Jane couldn't say. Oh, maybe it something to do with the current location of his manhood. She could almost giggle at the thought which followed: that was one way of giving the essence back to the succubus from whom it came.

A moment. A moment needed, for a proposal.

Jane tilted her head just so. Wordless, thoughtless, merely on a level of permeating instinct, she knew that she would have to play this one close to the chest. Spewing profanity was one thing, a night of wanton sex was another, but blatantly going against the stated mission of the Redeemer and Astra above him was a thing primed for something worse than lashings or a reset.

Close. To. The chest.

Jane smiled amicably. Pleasantly. Even as she held the sword above the back of Hyatta's neck.

"You've got your moment, Asa."

Asa Renwyk

 

[Asa Renwyk]

Through thumps and throbs of his own being in his ears, Asa heard Jane grant him that moment. A reaction he was pleased to have been given. He needed that moment. Not to think. He knew what he would say to her already. He needed it to try and collect himself enough to actually speak straight.

Why did people get drunk if this was how they felt after it all?

So the doctor just held his head with his eye closed for a moment. Deep breathes in and out trying to calm his being. Healing magic might be helpful right now. Too bad the required concentration out of him wasn't possible in his current state. Another reason magic was less reliable than people thought. A lesson he often tried to drill into students on those rare occasions he taught.

Thank whichever god or demon had granted him some pity as his head eventually died down enough he could focus on the topic at hand.

Asa opened his eye as he looked over to Jane. His hands came to rest on top of the succubus beneath him.

"I have a proposal for Astra. Instead of having you kill this demon, I have her make a pact with me. One that forces her to make amends for her wrong doings. She isn't allowed to kill anyone and must instead work towards helping others and curing their afflictions by being my new nurse. If she ever disobeys then it means death to her."

His head was still throbbing. A slight wince caused him to pause.

"We can even throw in some clause about you getting to torture and kill her as well Jane."

He brought his hand up in front of him. An offer for her to shake if she accepted the deal.

"What do you say?"

Jane

 

[Jane]

Jane closed her eyes.

Drew in a slow, hissing breath through her nose.

Arched her head back slowly and rolled it from one side to the other just as slow.

Demons, Dark Ones, infernal and malign beings of all stripes, they were fascinating, weren't they? While she was with the Sisters of the Citadel, she'd made offering after bloody offering to the Dark One Alarak, who ruled over Cerak At'Thul with a fist of iron. She'd met and made friends with Khari, daemon touched assassin, in a little town named Yarrick.

Of course, she had also killed plenty of demons. Most notably during the first invasion of Guillotine by this loveable cunt here, who was squashed, trembling with slavish ecstasy, beneath Asa. And, seldom as it was, her goal right now was aligned precisely with Astra and Redeemer's own.

Or...was it? Jane absolutely wanted to cut the head off of Hyatta's shoulders, but a wordless sensation, radiating out from her heart which bore the Seal of Nykios, was beginning to suggest otherwise.

She opened her mouth to speak--

--and there came a loud knocking at the door. Knocks and shouts.

Jane sighed. Then smirked. Said, "Keep her busy."

She turned on her heel and left the bedroom and crossed the abandoned home's common room and to the front door. She opened it, shoving herself into the gap made, her right arm and the sword it wielded hidden, her left leaning on the jamb.

Everybody was there. George, Dave, Telford, the real Ymir, even Old Man Hatry. And, whilst all of them had looks of feverish worry and urgency, this collective emotion gave way to surprise and bewilderment quickly. Jane...still had blood splattered on her in random places. Her dress was torn here and there. Hair messy from the fight as well.

"What. What do you want?" she said, smiling in a strained way, the gesture not even coming close to touching her eyes.

"Uh..." George began. "Doctor Asa is in there too...right?"

(Old Man Hatry at the back of the gang: "What the hell they been doin' in there?")

"Yeah. He is."

"Jane, listen," Ymir said, hers a voice still with the most urgency, "the man. What was his name--Torrence, thank you Telford. Torrence was right. The succubus is still alive. She attacked me, made herself look like me, and we thought--"

"Can't this wait?"

Dave shook his head. Dumbfounded. "Wait? For what?"

"I'm busy."

And she didn't elaborate. There were some muted noises of a select character coming from the bedroom, and all five of the gang leaned at once to try and peer over Jane's shoulder with looks both curious and dubious.

"Have faith," Jane said, offering another thin and artificial smile. "Astra will lead me to the demon. But first I need to finish my--"

A particularly loud moan came from the bedroom.

"--prayers."

Old Man Hatry grinned. "Well can I pray too?"

Jane shut the door on the lot of them.

And she returned to the bedroom. She stood before Asa, before Hyatta, the succubus who'd been the source of not one but two ordeals for the town she'd come to accept as her own. The town and whose people she possessively claimed dominion over.

With a light smacking of her tongue against her teeth, Jane looked to Asa and said, "Your proposal..."

The tip of her sword she planted into the wooden floor.

"...is accepted."

Asa Renwyk

 

[Asa Renwyk]

Head throbbing. Sweat clinging as it slowly trailed down his body. Light sensitivity. Mouth dry. Ears ringing softly. A general sense of regret.

Asa most certainly was going through symptoms often described to him as parts of being hung over or after taking less than legal substances. Interesting. He would need to keep this in mind for next time he went to aid a patient.

Jane was looking as if she was ready to decline his deal and cut the head off of the demon below him. The succubus below him still seemed lost in her more primal nature to the point of remaining oblivious to the lethal danger upon her.

Then came a knock, a command from the knight, and a departure from the room.

The doctor looked down at the succubus. While his clarity might have returned to him (along with less desirable consequences), he could still feel a large amount of that demonic essence still within him. And just as it had been doing before he felt a deep need to fornicate.

She had told him to keep the demon busy so he decided to do just that in a way that might equally please the pair.

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Asa was not sure when Jane had returned, but the presence of that foul holy sword had forced his attention to it. A click of her tongue and then the sword drove into floor. She accepted his earlier proposal. Excellent! The doctor had gained a new nurse and Jane had gained a new bitch to beat.

A smile crossed his face as he looked to the bustiest of knights.

"Excellent news. Shall we discuss what terms you wish to impose on our new nurse for her less than voluntary employment?"

Jane

 

[Jane]

"Terms," Jane repeated. For a second her mind went wonderfully blank, as one might expect when gazing upon such a wide and open field of potential. All it took was a little creativity, a keen eye for narrowing in on the best flower of the bunch (running with that open field metaphor), and you could pluck out some truly, truly satisfying petals couldn't you?

One such idea she held in her hand right now. She imagined it to be a wild rose. Red was her favorite color, after all. And it was associated with something awfully dear to their fittingly red-skinned captive as well. "Yes. Let's discuss."

Jane descended down. Sat on her heels and clasped her hands before her, smiling with a sinister pleasantness that Hyatta, through her pleasure, had taken a minor fright of.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

Hyatta's answer was mixture of reluctance, shuddering breaths, and little humming moans.

"Because this is the last time for you. Forever."

The succubus, who's very being revolved around sex...denied the one thing her infernal soul wanted most. All at Jane's command. Asa might dislike it (he seemed to be enjoying himself, and as well he ought to, keep on going, sailor, full speed ahead) but that only emboldened Jane more. Why torture just Hyatta with this?

"The first term: Never again will you be allowed carnal relations of any kind." Jane smirked. "That's what you get for fucking with my town."

She pointed at Asa without looking him--she wanted to drink in every little drop of Hyatta's expression as it melted into misery and despair.

To Asa: "Go."

His turn. Lay out a term.

Asa Renwyk

 

[Asa Renwyk]

While the most interesting woman to appear so far in his life was laying down her terms to the succubus, Asa got up and was getting to making himself more decent. Perhaps an impossible feat as strongly as the demonic essence was still effecting him. He was beginning to theorize that at least a part of it was now also a part of him. A quirk of his unique nature perhaps?

Jane's term was as cruel as it was creative. She had snipped and crippled the poor thing by preventing her from sating her deepest drive and desire. A sad fate yet a fair punishment for all the harm done in service for whatever grand plan Hyatta had in mind. Not that its results could be called anything but bare.

And it seemed like a way for Jane to perhaps lay her claim down on him as she had so clearly done over the town. A thought he was sure was more his personal fantasy than the truth. Based on her actions up to this point it was more likely a way to also torment him by preventing him from embracing the succubus in bouts of lust in the future.

A shame....

It was his turn to make terms. He already knew his.

The cambion turned to the succubus with that smile still on his lips.

"You shall prioritize the saving of lives to the point of neither killing nor bringing harm onto others. Even in self defense. You have done enough harming and killing already."

His eye shifted over to Jane. "Your turn again my dear."

Jane

 

[Jane]

Hyatta's face was precisely the sort of face Jane had become very familiar with whilst sailing with the Sisters. That pristine look of despair, of someone's reckoning with the irresistible and the unbearable. What could Hyatta do? She didn't want to die, obviously, but she also didn't want to take this deal either—but she was helplessly caught in the snare of the latter. It was delicious.

Oh. No harming others, no self-defense. What a predicament. Hyatta might not last as long as she might actually want to in this pact. Wouldn't that be a shame...?

Her turn again.

"You have to wear whatever Asa commands you to wear," Jane said. A bit cheeky, but the best two stipulations had already been put down on the table. "Oh. And no more glamours to cover it up." Had to throw in that caveat. Also to fuck with Asa a little. There was a pretty good chance he might catch some hell going around to certain corners of Arethil with a demon in tow, even if she was (figuratively or literally) on a leash.

Asa Renwyk

 

[Asa Renwyk]

Jane was proving to be more and more creative in her sadistic ways. How had she become a holy knight for one such as Astra? She seemed more the sort his mother would want to take under her wing and turn into an endless, glee filled feast of flesh, blood, and souls.

The clothing term was going to be difficult to maneuver around, but he already had an idea of how. Mostly it was just getting people to not kill the demon on sight. Something he didn't want. It would ruin Jane's future fun that he was about to create after all. Couldn't have her go wanting.

"You will have to follow every order given to you by myself or the most lovely Jane here gives to you. No matter what it might be."

Asa knew what how much this command doomed her. Certainly the no killing even in self defense was already bad enough combined with the no sex, but this term meant Jane had complete control over the succubus. A fact that was horrifying to the doctor and he hoped to serve as a check to any secret plots and dealings.

"Now if you break any of these terms you will be compelled to find Jane so that she can end you in any way she sees fit. Nothing will stop you from bringing your head right back for her to take."

Asa looked over to Jane with a smile.

"Is this agreeable with you darling?"

Jane

 

[Jane]

Jane's gaze rolled languidly up from the tormented succubus on the floor to Asa. A devilish smirk blossomed on her face, one whose small, subtle size was disproportionate to the malice it exuded. There was a time when she was unrestrained and when she absolutely reveled in her darkest impulses. Some of that was allowed now, with regard to her Favored Enemies, but the leash of Celestialism was tight around her neck.

"Yes..." she said, the word oozing out of her mouth like succulent acid. "Agreeable..."

"You can't..." Hyatta said, looking up at Asa and then at Jane. "I will die! Without sex I will surely—"

Jane brought her foot down on the back of Hyatta's neck. Didn't stomp it down, no. Oh no. No need. All that was necessary was to exert just a small bit of pressure. Just a small bit of potential. What could happen...if Hyatta didn't hush her mouth.

And she did. The succubus cut herself off, only now looking up with that pleading gaze.

"So dramatic," Jane mused. Leaning on the word she'd only just spoken, she let out a dramatic sigh and even looked up and away, like an actor in a play delivering some weighty line. "Don't we all have things we want but can't have?"

Then she looked to Asa. "Seal the pact with your new nurse."

She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

"And get ready. We're going to have some explaining to do."

Asa Renwyk

 

[Asa Renwyk]

The poor succubus. She was not able to handle Jane's love. A pity as Asa had thoroughly been enjoying it himself. Not the pain nor the torment of it. He disliked it as much as he found the knight to be a rare beauty upon this world. But the pleasure of being with her was worth the cost.... At least it had been so far.

But a problem did arise from what the demoness had to say. She might truly die without having sex. Her kind were beings of lust so it was possible the act gave her some form of nourishment the way drinking freshly squeezed juice would a mortal. Denying it from her was more akin to suicide slowly and she might just take the quick method instead.

He looked to Jane. They had company and rushed, but he needed to address this issue.

"Jane, darling, perhaps instead of no carnal relations she is stripped of any and all enjoyment she might take from the act instead? If she does need the act to survive then it would keep her alive but she would forever be denied what she truly desires most from the act. Like taking the sense of taste and smell away from a glutton. Surely that would prove a better punishment and torment her more the longer she lives without it."

Ultimately it was up to Jane to decide. He began to prep the ritual of pacts as he waited. Every term and condition, save that particular one, was being written in his blood on a piece of paper taken from his things. It would be the final piece before he began. All he needed was just to hear her thoughts on the matter.

Would this succubus be given a lifetime of denial or a slow sentence of death via starvation?

Jane

 

[Jane]

Jane just smirked.

"I'm not one for half-measures." She yanked her sword up and out of the floor and spun it around in her hand and lightly tapped the flat of the blade atop Hyatta's black hair. The succubus cowered under the blade's brief touch. "And if she dies? So what? That's not my problem."

It was a lot like her old raids for the Sisters, wasn't it? Collecting up all those Cortosi sacrifices. Jane had her fun with them, but eventually they all expired or were brought to the altar, and that was the end of that. This was a little something like that. Astra approved, of course, even if the Queen Bitch of the Stars—

The memory of the Redeemer's hand, smothering her face, that white light, smothering her thoughts then and smothering her thoughts now.

—...Queen of the Stars was only grudgingly in favor of it. The demon was likely telling the truth, and would wither and die without sex. Joy. Maybe she should have thought about that before coming to Guillotine. Or she could of at least had the curtesy to pick a different town, one Jane didn't like.

Well. They were still going to have some explaining to do on why they didn't kill this cunt Hyatta right now. George and the rest of the Guillotiners were bound to be none too happy that Hyatta would get even so much as another year or so (however long before she shriveled up) to live.

Jane sheathed her sword.

"Seal the pact," she said again.

Asa Renwyk