Sienna slipped out the secret door that lies in the corner of her closet. She thought it would freak him the fuck out to just "disappear". I wish I could see his face when he comes back, and I'm just "gone". This "man" defies all the stories I've heard of human males. He is controlled for one thing. He has pleasured me to pass my expectation. He has an intelligence to him that I didn't think caravan guards would have.... wait a minute he is nothing like what I've been taught he should be. Either I was misinformed about the behaviors of human males or he's not what he seems? It could be that he is exceptional, like a one in a million? I will have to keep a close eye on him and if he's not what I'd hoped for...I'll dispose of him.
But what a waste of such a talented cock that would be. On second thought, it's his hands and tongue that I'm so fond of. I have yet to try out my slave's penis. I must attend to that soon...
All this she thought as she slid down a drain gutter on the alley side of the apartments. She hit the streets without a sound and headed for the less savory side of town. She needs to see a few people. The first stop was to Pentayon's Oyster Lounge. This establishment was on the waterfront of a sizable Underdark sea. It was typically frequented by Merchant Captains and Spell Jamming pilots. So, most of the notorious races of the Underdark could be found here. Especially the owner of the establishment Pentayon. He or she (who the fuck can tell) is a mind flayer, although Pentayon says the proper name of its race is Illithid. It doesn't matter what it wants to be called, nobody can fence hot items faster than the "Squid".
She came in by the front door and sized the place up immediately. Several patrons had easy "mark" written all over them. Money pouches, jewelry, fancy daggers, you name it, but it's best not to work a crowd unless you have the proprietors blessing. So tonight, will be just about acquiring some goods. And more importantly, getting an update on the "Blackheart".
Several months back Sienna lifted a well-known sword from a pompous male Drow named Ristyr. His sword "Blackheart" is probably just as well-known as he is. He holds the distinction of being very old, very wealthy, and very well connected to the ruling female of this city. In fact, when he was younger, he was the paramour of the current high priestess Myatha. They must still have some level of relationship because he visits the priestess at least once a month for "dinner".
Myatha is Sienna's grandmother, not that it means anything. But as a young girl she and her cousin spent a lot of time with their grandmother. These days she only sees Grandmother at family gatherings which coincide with religious holidays. Ever since Sienna decided not to enter the clergy, Myatha has given her the cold shoulder.
She went to the bar and said to the dwarven bartender "the usually please". She put a small ruby on the bar and winked a sly look his way. Brutaris the bartender hasn't spoken a word in over a decade because an angry beholder disintegrated his tongue (and some of his teeth). But he gave a thankful smirk to Sienna for the big tip. The ruby was worth more an entire night of drinking would cost. And Brutaris knew he could keep the change because this patron was a generous tipper. He filled a glass with honey wine and added a magical chilling cube because he knew she liked her wine cold.
The usual protocol was to wait until called to the proprietor's private booth, but she could see he (or it) was alone at his table so she went over and took a seat. The Flayer was sitting in the middle of a bench seat with a human to his right and a surface elf on his left. One of his four tentacles penetrated the human skull through his ear. Another tentacle was wrapped around the neck of the elf. He was "linked" to the human male physically and psychicly. The elf male looked dazed like he was drugged. Pentayon spoke through the lips of the human, "Good evening priestess."
"Cut the facade Pentayon, you know why I'm here. You're late on the payoff." She said softly.
"Don't speak of this aloud anymore," he said telepathically. "This contraband has proven challenging to find a buyer."
"No matter. Pay my fee and you can take as long as you like to procure a buyer," she thought. "I should charge more for making me communicate this way. You know I don't like the invasion into my head."
"You know I don't appreciate you referring to me as the Squid. Perhaps you should take your business elsewhere?"
"You've been reading my thoughts since I came in? Well, if that's what you want?" she retorted aloud.
"You know what I want..." just then a flood of psychic power overwhelmed her. She couldn't resist the mental images that flooded her mind. Her hands were manacled to a bed post and her feet were bound with her legs apart to the footboard. She lay there completely naked and surrounded by darkness that she could not pierce. Then a tentacle came from the side of the bed and caressed her inner thigh. Then another came and pulled at her clit just as the first slid into her pussy. A third tentacle brushed her lips as the first was thrusting between her legs. She focused her rage and the darkness with all its terrors vanished.
"That was impressive," thought the Squid.
"I wouldn't call it anything but picking a fight" she said in hushed tones. "Pay what you owe, or your reputation suffers."
"I'm cancelling the contract and giving you a bag of holding as recompense. The blade is a Moonblade and impossible to handle by anyone but its owner." The elf slave he had by the neck handed her a bag of holding. "Don't remove it from the bag unless you are thousands of miles away from here. Many forces are at work to know its whereabouts."
"Moonblade?" Those are only attuned to Sylvan elves.... Hmmm. She muttered as she took the bag.
A Bag of Holding is just compensation for a cancelled contract, so I won't be able to damage the Squids reputation. But we're far from even. That mind rape shit is going to cost him. All in due time...
Now Sienna was back on the streets. She blended in well, no one even raised an eye at her. It helped that she kept her dark red hair hidden in public. Finally, she reached the Temple of Lolth. It was the center of religious authority and the city's seat of governmental power. The is where Grandmother called the shots. But it's also where her cousin Barlissa has an apartment and that is who she was here to see.
Barlissa is the only true friend Sienna has ever known. When they were children there was some rivalry but since Sienna didn't go into the family business (the church) they have been "best friends". In fact, Barlissa is one of the few who know Sienna is a "Scoundrel" (a Drow cat burglar).
"Cousin" was the absolute icon of Drow perfection. She was tall for an elf. Coal black skin that displayed not a single blemish. Her hair was smoky white complimented by silver highlights. She had dark emerald eyes that couldn't help from smiling when they investigated you. Definity not a joyful smile in her eyes, more of a conquering grimace. Lissa's body was muscular and thin, yet she had curves in all the right places. Her breasts were large, firm and bulging out of her breastplate. Her taunt 6 pack tummy rested above full hips. Even her hands and feet had some level of sex appeal. Her nails were always polished in the latest vogue colors. And she has a truly pretty face capable of smiles that are sexy or happy, sometimes it was the same smile for both.
"Hello cousin" Sienna whispered as she stepped out of the shadows of Barlissa's bed chamber.
"How did you get passed all the temple guards I'll never know, but really 'Enna you could've just come through the main entrance and announced yourself. I would have had refreshments and entertainment, we could "do lunch" or something."
"Today is more of a business call" Sienna replied. "I need a mask or a hood that will hide one's face and provide Darkvision. Can you help me out with that?"
"Well that depends?? Take off your clothes and bend over the davenport and I'll find anything for you."
