A Chain...or a Bond?

[Lira Dajenn]

Ilyenas thoughts immediately filled with complete and uttwr rage. Her eyes focused and her mouth became agape. Sopher! She held her here within the water and her dying thoughts were of some silly boy? She became indignant and angry, rage pulsing through her like never before. She considered plunging the woman beneath the cool blue waters again, though something stopped her.

The innocents on Evelynns face stopped Ilyena from killing her. The soft complacent look in her eyes. The girl was confused.

Yes confused, that was the only explanation.

A look of determination slid into place on Ilyenas face and firmly she grasped Evelynn. She pulled the woman further agaibst her with her right hand, allowing her left to drift down her body and plunge beneath the water.

Then she bent down and kissed Evelynn, hard. It was a deep passionate kiss, but one that was only a tool. As soon as their lips touched Ilyena pressed into Evelynns head, not her thoughts, but her brain. With a single thread of the force she tapped into Evelynns brain, forcing her will upon it and triggering the release of dopamine and endorphins.

Within seconds powerful waves of mirth, pleasure and pure satisfaction would roll over Evelynn, feelings stoked by Ilyena.

Before long however it was over and Ilyena was staring down at a now awake Evelynn. There was no smile on her face, instead there was a fierce look of determination. She spoke, her voice a mix of emotion. "Remember, you are bonded to me."

No matter how she put it, the message was clear. Youre mine.

@[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Evelynn]

That's not Sopher.

Evelynn was blissfully unaware that Nemene had caught her in that moment of longing, that lapse into her weakness. The girl had absolutely no idea. No idea that she'd given away a face, a name and no idea that she was a moment's notice away from actually being drowned. Probably for the best that she wasn't aware of that part. So let's all just take a moment, relax and be thankful for Nemene's amazing case of hardcore denial.

That's really not Sopher.

At first she was scarcely aware of the other woman invading her mouth, this of course changed when her sister decidedly put her foot on the accelerator pedal, sending adrenaline forth and effectively wrenching the girl out of her stupor.

Initially the shock of being caught in such a situation caused Evelynn to attempt to push herself away from Nemene but the sheer satisfaction that followed caused her to pull closer. At its core, it was pure mechanical pleasure, the manipulation of mind amongst other things.

However this did not prevent the silent sister from trembling towards ecstacy.

---

She had not been back to the pool in quite some time.

Evelynn herself had requested that they took a break from testing the limits of their bond for a little while. There was serious strain there, both physical and mental, initially the mute girl had even struggled to face the water in her own wash bowl but with time this improved.

Once more the girl had kept to her chambers, this time leaning out upon her balcony to observe the desert below. This was where she could stew in her own thoughts and have a small fraction of peace. Grand contemplation, the great new hobby.

@[member="Darth Ilyena"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Trust, it was the most important thing between two people. Trust was what made relationships work, it was what tied people together, and kept them tied together. Ilyena had broken Evelynns trust not once, but twice now. She hat struck her without warning, though she had enjoyed that, and then nearly had her drowned. Anyone would have been shaken after those events, and Ilyena knew this. She knew it even better with Evelynn because she could feel it through the bond.

Since Ilyena had torn a chunk of the force from Evelynn in her near panic and used it to kill a dozen or so slaves their bond had become more powerful, their emotions sometimes blending and even their thoughts meeting in times of lull, when neither of them were really concentrating. Because of this Ilyena knew Evelynns state of mind, and she knew that the woman needed something.

Ilyena was determined to give her that something. With a smooth flow she came down the halls to Evelynn's chambers, a small wooden box beneath her arm. She swept into Evelynns rooms without a knock or waiting, this was her home after all and Evelynn would feel her coming.

For a brief second she observed the room, then noticed her sister upon the balcony.

Ilyena drew herself up and joined her sister. At her core she had questions, questions that demanded answers. Who was Sopher? How had they met? What did he meant to her? A thousand questions that she needed answers to, but she did not ask them, not yet. She needed Evelynn in a certain state of mind, and now was not the time. She dispelled the questions, and walked up behind her sister, placing the wooden box onto the railing in front of her.

“I have something for you.” Her voice was soft and comforting, pleasing to the ear.

 

[Evelynn]

Funnily enough in that moment it was their bond that the girl was thinking about. It was a topic that was hard to shift, given that it was now a focal point of her existence. It was incredibly peculiar, and also largely inconvenient. Initially it was Nemene herself who withered at the concept of being attached to this frail maiden but now it was Evelynn who found herself at the other end of the perturbed stick.

For you see, it was an emotional tether and while the silent sister practised serenity...Nemene did not.

Her sister was a spoiled brat of a woman who tended to fly off the handle whenever she had been slighted or denied what she wanted and worryingly, through their bond it had been rubbing off. At times the mute found herself trembling with rage, or storming through the palace having been set off by the most insignificant of stimulus. It truly had her concerned.

She did not budge an inch as Nemene came into her chambers, finding that as time passed she was steadily growing less meek by the day. One might even say that Evelynn was becoming a touch bold. The bond?

Turning to glance at the box and then upwards towards Nemene, she offered the woman a delicate smile.

What is it, sister?

@[member="Darth Ilyena"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Ilyena smiled at her sisters own, mirroring the womans expression and seemingly growing pleased. She slid the box on the balcony towards the blonde, undoing the latch on the box and placing her right hand on the top of the small hatch. The box was carved with massive birds and beasts of every sort, creatures that were not often seen on Rattatak but in exactly the style that Evelynn would like.

She waited for a split second, then began to speak, her voice filled with mirth and a hint of excitement. “I had these made for you, I would have given them to you long ago but it took a while.”

With that she opened the box. Within it was contained a set of dozen blades and hooks. Each one was intricately carved with gilding in different ways. One of the larger knives looked to be an eagle with the blade its talons, one of the smallest ones seemed to be a simple snake. Each and every single blade was carved as some sort of creature found in the wild, each one would fit comfortably within Evelynns hand, and each one was sharp as could be.

The black blades were made of obsidian, brittle, but able to cut skin on nearly a molecular level. Most of the hilts were made of Electrum or platinum with inlaid gold, gems sitting where the eyes of the carved creatures would be.

All in all the box contained a set of blades and hooks more expensive than half the art in the palace combined, a true fortune. It was of course in simplest terms a torture kit. Ilyena looked up at Evelynn positively beaming with pride, hoping that her sister would enjoy the gift.

 

[Evelynn]

The girl stared at the ornate box for the longest time, observing the fine craftsmanship of the engravings. Only the best for Nemene. She spared a thought for the craftsman's fingers, how many times had presented the Queen the finished product before she had deemed it grand enough. Likely more than once.

A moment of thought was spared for that man's fingers.

The box was opened, it's contents revealed, eliciting a warm soft smile from the mute woman. How thoughtful. Immediately her hand travelled to one of the smallest blades. Precise and sharp like a surgeon's scalpel she immediately moved to test the blade. On herself of course.

It was but the lightest of presses to the tip of her index finger but the blade bit in with wicked clarity, blood beginning to well up into the form of a droplet that in accordance to the laws of gravity began to trickle down the digit.

They must have been so expensive, to reiterate a previous point, only the best for Nemen Talith.

They're beautiful. Thank you, sister.

A frown dawned upon her face for a moment, the girl finally placed the blade back into the box and looked into the other woman's orange eyes as if seeking an answer and she was.

What marks the occasion?

@[member="Darth Ilyena"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Ilyena seemed to glow for a second as Evelynn thanked her. Sometimes giving gifts was better than receiving them, this was one of those times. Even if she was a selfish brat she could feel good about making someone else happy for a split second, even if her ego immediately crowded that feeling out afterward. Still she beamed for a second, and then she saw Evelynns frown. The smile disappeared from her face and she took on a more serious expression, almost stern in fact.

“I have been cruel to you sister.” She said the words almost solemnly her expression growing sad and her eyes shifting into something that could almost be called shame, almost. She looked Evelynn in the eyes, fiery orange staring into cool liquid gray. “I..”

She paused, not quite stammering, Ilyena did not stammer, but seemingly she was unsure of her words. Slowly the woman drew herself up from the balcony and undid the small pin that held her dress in place. Soft silk once again fell to the floor without a sound, revealing smooth marble skin without a flaw. “We are equals Evelynn. Neither of us stands above the other. I may be a bit...petulant and controlling at times. But we stand and always will stand as equals in every way."

Slowly, gently she grasped Evelynn's hand, the one that held the smallest of the knives. She pulled Evelynns arm towards her, and placed the edge of the blade against her skin, directly on below her breasts on her rib cage. A small pool of blood formed on the edge of the blade and Ilyena winced slightly in pain, letting out a soft gasp.

Then she waited.

 

[Louise]

The girl drew her head back, surprised by Nemene's admission.

I mean, it was completely true. That stunt at the pool had been the very height of cruelty but she had not expected her sister to admit to such. It merely caught her off guard. The blonde girl furrowed her eyebrows, entirely unsure how to react to this moment.

Of course, she didn't have time to react, given that Nemene had decided that this more delicate moment was the perfect opportunity to undress.

Evelynn drank in her sister's body. She had not a single flaw, at least externally. It was a stark contrast, Evelynn in comparison being a literal canvass of scars and marks. The faded white lines of old paired where the angry red marks of the present. This did not bother her, her body was a novel, it told the story of a woman who still stood in the face of pain.

Still caught in a state of curiosity she let her sister guide her hand, and the blade true to its quality sunk into Nemene's flesh with no difficulty whatsoever. For a moment there was stillness, with no sound besides the slight gasp of the brunette and the wavering breath of the blonde.

Then it came, the sensation of the blade across her own ribs. Sharp. Stinging. Exciting.

A pause, and she looked to her sister, her eyes still searching for an ulterior motive, not entirely sure if this was another game or a genuine moment.

Are you sure?

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

As the knife cut into her ribs and sliced apart her skin Nemene shuddered slightly, the pain was excruciating, but it was only there for only a fleeting moment. As the blade passed through her skin and parted it on one end, it quickly came back together on the other, spilling blood for only a second before closing itself off completely once more. She felt a drain of energy, but she was hardly focused on that. Her lips parted as she stopped moving the blade, keeping it in place beneath her skin.

“I am.” Nemene said as she released her sisters hand and allowed her own to drop to her side.

She stood there before Evelynn, naked and bare. There were no scar's on her body, and even the deep welling cut that she had just carved into herself was now flawless skin once again, though blood stained her side and was now quickly drying. She smiled slightly at her sister, the blade still plunged into her.

There's was an odd relationship. “Use me. I am your canvas.”

She leaned in and kissed her sister on the lips, causing the knife to plunge further into her skin and slightly between her ribs, grazing organs and veins.

 

[Louise]

This was an unusual change of pace.

For a second Evelynn stood there, unsure of how to proceed. A small curve came to the corner of her lips as she felt the sensation of the blade piercing her own flesh and as she stood there, she marvelled. The girl saw her sister's wound vanish into nothing, leaving only a a dribbling of red, smooth and perfect flesh remained. It was an amazing ability and one that the Silent Sister was ever-so-slightly jealous of. It was one thing to be a healer, it was another to be a healer of the dark side.

Their kiss was exhilarating, made even more passionate by the sensation of fire between her ribs and this was evident in the way that Evelynn too leaned in, there was vigour there.

Just tell me if it's too much.

Finally the blade was withdrawn from her sister's ribs, as Evelynn slowly dropped down onto her knees, planting deft kisses down the other woman's form, finally stopping at her navel. She let her head rest for a moment, both hands holding onto her sister's hips, thumbs pushing the bones slightly.

Then she got to work.

Once again the blade pressed into and pierced Nemene's flesh, and with soft delicate movements Evelynn began to paint. Her hand guided by frenzied lust began to create intricate swirls across the abdomen of her sister that would branch out into smaller spirals, finished with perfect flourishes. A spiders web of red upon flesh and as she worked she felt her sister's suffering and relished in it, merging her pain with pleasure.

The mute had never felt as close to her bond sister as she did in this moment.

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Every time Evelynn carved into her it shot a spike of pain through her body. The red mixing with the pale white, the blood flowing from her and the wounds quickly healing. The blade cut through her skin, only to see it healed seconds after leaving only a slight thin line of dried crimson behind.

With every cut of the knife, with every twist of the blade Nemene gasped and whimpered, pain surging through her with each bite.

A few times she felt tears well up in her eyes and fall down her face, wet liquid dropping onto Evelynn's head as her sister turned her into a piece of art. She never wavered however, her will remained strong, never even flinching or considering stopping. Through the bond she sent feelings of encouragement, praise, and even joy.

The entire time a smile remained on her face. Her mind focusing on the bond in full. She closed her eyes and saw the blade carve into her. Felt the knife slide through her flesh with graceful ease. Then she pictured Evelynn, scarred and perfect in her own way. The tension in her eased, the pain flowed away, and she let out a deep almost satisfied sigh.

As the knife bit into her flesh once more there was no pain, only Evelynn.

 

[Louise]

These antics continued for some time with Nemene's flesh literally being the perfect canvas. It never ended. As if her sister's body was sand that would get washed away by the approaching tides, over and over again.

Although she was aware of her sister's discomfort, of course she was, when it came to the realms of pain her sister only liked to inflict, not receive. It was how their relationship worked, after all. One was the sadist, the other the masochist and they fit together into each other's desires perfectly, but Evelynn was not so cruel, every so often the mute would glance upwards to ensure that Nemene wanted to continue.

And she did.

Until they reached a certain point in which Evelynn, no longer sensing her sister's pain of pride sat back, still upon her knees and looked up confusion laced across her features. Finally, she understood. You do not feel it? Nemene craved control, and this was the ultimate in control. In that moment the balance of power, which had already been skewed shifted dramatically.

Evelynn smiled, still slightly surprised.

Delicately she placed the blade upon the ground, instead summoning one of the hooks from the box with the Force. Pinching a portion of her own marred flesh, Evelynn pushed the point of the hook through the skin of her hip with a sharp inhale of air. Looking up to Nemene, she tilted her head slightly, granite eyes asking the only questions they needed to.

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene shivered slightly as she saw the hook go into Evelynn. She felt it in fact. Her eyes bulged slightly as she felt the piece of metal slide into skin and out the other end, but she felt no pain from it. Her eyes narrowed, and her lips turned into a thin smile as she looked into Evelynn's eyes. Her smirk became almost cruel, and with one hand she reached out.

Her fingers intertwined into Evelynn's hair, pulling slightly.

“Nothing.” She let out a mirthful laugh. “Nothing at all.”

Oh how wonderful this was. No more pain, not more hurt, nothing. She wouldn't feel the cut of a blade, the sting of a lightsaber, the burn of fire. Oh how wonderful this was. She looked down at her sister, those big gray eyes and she smiled.

Soft finger tips moved below Evelynn's chin, cupping it slightly and lifting her head an inch more. “My pain, is a gift to you.”

 

[Louise]

Looking up at Nemene, the young woman's face held a certain element of puzzlement. In her twisted little mind Evelynn could not comprehend why her sister would deny herself of pain. After all, physical suffering was the rawest kind of personal satisfaction, the kind that left scars and aches, pains that could last forever if one truly, deeply, madly, lost themselves. Pain is pleasure.

That was the mantra.

With her sister's fingers tangled amongst her blonde hair, a smile finally crested upon the frail girl's face. More for me. After all, if Nemene was ready to reject pain then Evelynn was more than willing to pick it up, and it was likely this willingness that allowed such a wicked transfer of sin.

I gladly accept.

With a euphoric smile still plastered upon her visage the Silent Sister so very suddenly ripped the hook out, viciously tearing her pallid skin and causing a fair amount of blood to begin running down her side, staining the silks that she still wore. As if her tortured flesh meant nothing Evelynn leaned forward, wrapping both arms around her sister's waist, pressing the side of her face up against the flawless skin of her sister's navel.

There is no gift like it.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene curled Evelynns hair between her fingers. She felt but one thing now. No pain, no sensations of remorse, nothing. All she could feel was Evelynns devotion through the bond. The feeling made her smile even as she felt her sisters blood begin to run down her bare legs. This bond had begun as a chain, as something that tied to the two girls together and gave Nemene a myriad of disadvantages and headaches alike.

That had changed now.

She no longer felt pain, she no longer felt any pain at all. Nemene had done something that even her Father had been unable to do, that Moridin had not accomplished. Oh sure her father had defeated death, but he had always felt pain.

Nemene was different now. She would feel nothing, even to her dying breath.

“Yes.” She said finally as she unconsciously pressed Evelynn into her, letting her other hand settle on the back of the girls neck. “It is.”

She laughed.
[member="Evelynn"]