A Chain...or a Bond?

[Lira Dajenn]

Ilyena moved through the halls of her newly built palace with a smooth liquid grace. Her footfalls were as silent as the night and her soft flowing silk dress fluttered only slightly in the breezes as she passed through one of the many open hallways. Her eyes were fixed before her, ignoring statues, paintings, carpets, and especially slaves.

The Palace was richly decorated with all of these things of course, the two Queens of Rattatak has demanded it be done so.

The construction of the palace had been the first and foremost thing on the agenda of Evelynn and Ilyena, though mostly Ilyena. She had ordered it build in the norther more mountainous hemisphere of the planet and had chosen a perfect location nestles between two lone mountains in the middle of a desert. It was a location usually only frequented by the criminally insane, and the wildlife of Rattatak. It had been an easy decision for Ilyena, up between the two mountains the temperature was mild during the night and not too hot during the day.

It also made the perfect fortress, no army could approach without being seen and no one in their right mind would cross the desert alone to reach it.

The Palace itself was carved from nearly white limestone, decorated with domes and spires and seeming to jut out of the mountainside and into the open air. It could only be described as beautiful, inside and out.

The inside of the palace was as mentioned before, richly fixed with Statues, paintings, carpets, and everything befitting the station of the Queens of Rattatak. There were dozens of bedrooms, a throne room, a massive dining hall, and of course slave quarters at the base of the palace. In the center of the palace there was even a pool.

Carved deeper into he mountainside and hidden beneath the Palace was a pseudo Zoo for Evelynns Pets, and near it a series of glowing white chambers for Ilyena's.

All of this had taken only a month to build, a seemingly impossible amount of time when one did not take into consideration the amount of labor that had been devoted to it, and the amount of slaves that had died in its making.

Ilyena knew all of this, though right now she did not care. Something else had kept her awake this night, something that truthfully had been bugging her all week. Her mind was rampant with frustration, and she had made sure that everyone within the palace had known it. Now she stalked towards her Throne room where two lush and gilded thrones sat upon a dais, the angry Queen sat herself upon the more...momentous of the two seats with a huff, splaying herself across it like a cat.

“Sister!” She called out as loud as she could, her voice very nearly shrill. Ilyena had no idea how the bond between them worked, nor did she have any idea how telepathy worked, but she knew @[member="Evelynn"] would hear her.

 

[Evelynn]

Evelynn found herself already very aware of Nemene's current state of mind, feeling moments of irritation pass through her like malicious spirits. More and more often she was finding herself caught in a vice of fury, it was unlike the silent sister to be seen in such a way, usually the serene one out of the pair. A side-effect of the bond. Thankfully only a few slaves had suffered in those moments.

But what were slaves for if not for suffering?

The girl sat cross-legged on the floor of her own private chambers, in front of her sat a single candle that flickered alongside the slight breeze that pushed by in its own gentle course throughout the palace. An awful lot of serenity for a girl so grim.

The candle of course was not for decoration, nor was she learning to tame the element of fire.

Slowly she lowered her palm onto the single flame. Instinct told her to withdraw but desire called for more. The orange licked at the skin of her right appendage as the pain flared swiftly. This was nothing, this was meditation. Evelynn shut her eyes, in this state she felt so completely and utterly in tune with the force. She felt connected. Even right down to her menagerie below, to the beasts that dwelt within.

From here she could alter their states, soothe and calm them or stir them up into a thundering riot. When caught in her meditation of pain, she could feel their very heartbeats.

Evelynn's eyes snapped open.

Had she just heard Nemene with her ears or her mind? Could one woman truly be that piercing?

Her hand closed around the flame, extinguishing it and sending wisps of smoke towards her face. This candle had the scent of snowblooms, and the mute took a moment to enjoy such a fact. Of course being that Nemene was not one to keep waiting said moment was incredibly brief and with that she departed her chamber to find out why she was being summoned.

She journeyed through the palace, still finding herself caught out by how lavishly it had been decorated, from the beautiful paintings right down to the precious metals that gilded the fixtures they hung upon. After a couple of minutes the girl swept into the throne room where Nemene awaited her.

Her eyebrow quirked, the facial expression asking all the questions it needed to as Evelynn bowed her head slightly.

@[member="Darth Ilyena"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Ilyena watched her sister, quirking her own eyebrow for a few seconds before waving everyone out of the room with a wave of her hand. Slaves dressed in tiny garments ran away, mostly women, though a few men rushed out of the room as though it were on fire. None of them neared Evelynn however, giving her a wide berth. She frowned slightly as she watched them go, not liking the looks that some of them gave her sister and herself, she would have to have them whipped.

She made the notation in her mind and then quickly turned her gaze to Evelynn.

“I am being kept up. By your antics.” She said the words accusingly, knowing that Evelynn would know exactly what she was talking about. While the silent sister enjoyed pain, Ilyena most definitely did not, and when she didn't get her sleep, she got cranky...er. “The Bond we share, its erratic, its unreliable, its...unknown.”

She said the word with so much distaste one would've thought she was about to throw up. “I want to test it.”

It was not a question for the other woman, it was a demand. Ilyena would not stand for anything else. The bond was a mystery to the both of them. Sometimes it transmitted pain, sometimes it transmitted voices and images, and sometimes it did not. They had to learn more, and now that Ilyena saw it as a problem, there was no denying her.

 

[Evelynn]

Oh.

Evelynn blinked, for a second not understand what antics her sister was referring to. She glanced downwards to her already blistering palm, before realising that her special moments of meditation and exploration were the exact shenanigans she was referring to. She wiggled the digits of her scorched hand and smiled to herself, being sure to keep her head tilted downwards to hide such an expression.

Were Evelynn a bold sort she might have responded with a lecture, that she was glad that Nemene was experiencing some discomfort, that it would seek to benefit from it and perhaps even learn to enjoy it, but as such she was not a bold sort and thus kept that spiel to herself.

Ilyena had a point, however. They really didn't know much about this bond, and if truth were to be told its seemingly random origins often pestered the silent girl's thoughts. Why?

While one questioned its existence, the other questioned how it affected her.

After what seemed to be an eternity staring at her hand, Evelynn glanced upward at her sister, wearing an expression of confusion mingled with anticipation. This time she chose to speak. Well, telepathically at least.

Test it...how?

@[member="Darth Ilyena"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

“In every way.” Ilyena said flatly as she finally began to rise from her sprawled out position on the throne. Ideas were already forming in her head, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do. They both already knew some of what the bond could do, but they hardly knew it all, and finding out would take some time, so beginning to experiment now would be the best thing. Before that however she decided to explain further. “I want to know what it can do. If we can speak to one another over it, if we can locate one another, feel each others pains...”

She paused for a moment and looked at Evelynn's palm, her eyes enhanced by the force seeing the blisters already forming there. “And pleasures.”

Ilyena said the word with a coy smile, as if hinting at some secret future event.

“We'll do everything dearest sister, and I mean everything, to test it.” Again, not a question, a command. Of course it would mean they would at one point find discomfort, but Ilyena was willing to live with that as long as she found out more about this. She motioned with a single finger for her sister to come closer to her.

 

[Evelynn]

It was understandable, really.

Here was a powerful link that bound the pair of them together, a link that could prove to be destructive to either themselves or their enemies. Seeking to test the limits and problems that may arise from such a thing was beyond the quest for knowledge and into the plains of common sense.

However that as it may be, Evelynn did have a slight suspicion that had their force bond not disrupted her sisters sleep then this conversation would not have been occurring.

Her lips threatened to curl into a smile at the mention of pains and pleasures, the two words often meaning the same thing to at least one of the girls in this room. Of course, it brought an inkling of concern along with it, with Nemene not exactly being the most stable of pleasant of characters in the galaxy.

With a hint of caution in her step and her head tilted slightly to the side, Evelynn approached her sister. Where did everything begin?

 

[Lira Dajenn]

As soon as Evelynn stepped onto the dais a sort of wickedness came over Ilyena, a wickedness that surged far too quickly for her sister to be able to tell. Whether she intended to do great harm in vengeance for Evelynn keeping her up or just begin her series of “tests” couldn't really be told however.

Either way as soon as Evelynn stepped onto the Dais Ilyena raised her right hand and delivered a fast and hard smack across the other womans face.

A satisfied smile crossed her face as she did so.

 

[Evelynn]

Well that was unexpected.

The smack echoed throughout the throne room as Evelynn's head whipped to the side in reaction to the attack. Immediately the girl reached up to touch the afflicted cheek, feeling the heat of the smack like a warm pleasant glow.

A fire came to those grey eyes as a surge of pleasure shuddered throughout her very being. This was Nemene's corruption. Before the girl had been healed she reacted to pain like the rest of the galaxy, with great displeasure. Life had been simple. Pain was bad.

Her desecration had blurred these lines.

The girl's chest swelled with quickened breath as all manner of wicked thoughts sparked to life. A grin crept up upon her face, one with parted lips and a slight flash of teeth. Returning her head to its former position her expression suggested only one thing: Again.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Ilyena couldn't help but smile as her sister reacted, she placed her nail at the base of Evelynns neck and ran her finger up towards her chin, scratching her sister slightly as if to satiate her for a moment and pursed her lips slightly as she did so. Then she shook her head simply, denying Evelynn what she truly wanted.

“Don't worry my love, it is the first of ma-” She stopped speaking and her eyes began to rapidly widen as pain began to creep up on her. Her face began to sting and sear where she had struck Evelynn. Her skin crawled and pain surged through her. Ilyena shot her hand up to her face, holding her cheek as her eyes crept ever wider. She didn't understand, how? Why? The pain was so real. It hurt so much.

It was as if she had struck herself!

She let out a whimper, soft as could be as the true force of the pain hit her. It made no sense! It should not have hurt this bad. Ilyena was not one to shy away from pain, when she expected it. This however was a complete surprise. At the same time however a something else crept up on her, another feeling...pleasure.

Her eyes widened again and confusion reigned supreme in her.

 

[Evelynn]

Evelynn's smile went from depraved to maniacal in a split second.

It wasn't very often that the silent sister got to feel on top, but the reverberation of the slap was just too delicious. The way the other woman handled pain was absolutely novice. Oh yes, blame it on the shock. A flash in her eyes acknowledged the extremely brief change in dominance, a slight flicker of her eyebrows. Mischief was afoot.

Her own ashen hand reached out to touch the one clutching the offended cheek. Pain, and pleasure. Intertwined.

The very concept, the very potential of it all gave her a rush. The girl closed her eyes as she imagined the cruelties of her sister being inflicted upon her, such gluttonous masochism. Her mind was not the only element providing gratification. The thrill riding up from her chest, through her throat, the girl's jaw shuddered slightly with wicked sin...

...and just to think, that such satisfactions could be shared.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Ilyena's eyes widened once again as a new sensation washed over her, something that she knew well, though in an entirely different way. She did not have time to acknowledge the change in dynamic, she did not even realize it had happened before a never before seen fierceness entered Evelynns eyes.

For the briefest few seconds Ilyena became meek as a mouse.

She sat there on her throne, completely submissive to the whims of the other woman, rolling waves of joy and mirth ran over her. She fought it for the briefest second, attempting to fight it off. Her lower lip curled below her teeth, and her eyes rolled up into her head slightly, and then she surrendered to it. She embraced it, and then she let out the tiniest of gasps.

Almost immediately after she shot up straight, her back stiffening and her demeanor changing entirely. In almost an instant Ilyena returned to her roll of dominance, pain and pleasure cut down by sheer force of will. “Stop it!”

Her voice was neither shrill nor out of breath, it was complete and utter control, Ilyena spoke as though she were commanding a defiant pet, something that needed to be reigned in.

 

[Evelynn]

She was positively carnivorous, he leant in towards Nemene, their faces almost touching. Sending cascades of trembling breath to wash over her sister. This was her side of sin, the face of pleasure. For Nemene this was a rare glimpse into a different fragment of her, the part of Evelynn that craved dominance and control. Yes, the slaves saw it, the beasts saw it and her victims most definitely saw it, but her sister? No. That was a different balance.

Embrace it.

I could imagine this was a very disconcerting moment for Nemene, and that predatory smile upon the face of the silent sister knew it.

However, like all things, the moment came to an end. Or rather a screeching stop.

The girl jumped back, almost startled by how suddenly Ilyena shifted back into her regular role. It was a jarring experience with her own personal bliss also being cut off by her sister's command. Normality returned and Evelynn broke off their eye contact, choosing to quickly look down at the floor like a child being scolded.

She had gotten a touch carried away after all.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Ilyena eyed Evelynn carefully, watching her return to her submissive state with a satisfied smile. Upon her throne she seemed to regain her regal stature, her back straightened even more...if that was possible, and her face became slightly harder. Yet still something lingered, a hint of...joy that Evelynn would be able to feel through the bond. Slowly Ilyena stood from her throne, her eyes widening slightly as she took note of a strange feeling.

A frown creased her face as silk clung to her, though she did not acknowledge it.

She floated towards Evelynn, only a step away from her. She placed her nail beneath the womans chin and raised it slightly, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. “You should know better.”

Her words were cold and had an edge of threat, though she did not linger long enough for her sister to analyze them. Instead she began to move past her out of the throne room, beckoning the other woman to follow of course.

That had been an interesting experience, and as soon as Evelynn could not see her face Ilyena's eyes contorted slightly in horror. She had lost control, of the bond, of Evelynn...of herself. A deep sick feeling eroded her stomach and she felt as though she would be sick. She tried to hide it from showing in the bond, though she had no idea if she was even capable of doing such a thing.

The loss of control frightened her, like nothing had before.

Quickly however that feeling subsided as she came upon the largest room within the palace. The massive expansive pool, lavishly decorated as though it were in a jungle. She had decided that this would be the best place to go, for more reasons than one.

 

[Evelynn]

There was a moment of eye contact as Nemene planted a kiss upon her sharp cheek. It was an apologetic glance, naturally. Very passive, very meek. Precisely the display that her sister was more used to (and undoubtedly more fond) of seeing. Her submissive nature gleamed a helping of comfort from the peck. This was the will she had been bent to, and in truth she enjoyed it.

Even despite that more devious nature locked within.

Her obedience permitted her to follow, and yes, she did note a swell of nausea gather inside of her own being. Being that she was actually a rather bright girl she realised what was the cause of this. Evelynn understood perfectly. Given her sister's nature, he need to be in charge, in control, her craving for absolute dominance it was no surprise that that moment they had just shared had shaken her. Naturally Evelynn wouldn't bring it up, seeing as she didn't have a death wish today.

The girl was curious. What use did the pool have? She arched an eyebrow at the back of Nemene's head as if trying to extract whatever twisted plots and schemes were locked inside that skull.

Of course this didn't work.

She knelt at the edge of the water, leaning forward slightly to catch a glimpse of her own reflection in the liquid mirror. Inwardly the mute marked that she was looking slightly healthier than she had a few months ago. No doubt this could be attributed to the lavish lifestyle that surrounded her. No longer was she classified as malnourished, she had been upgraded to rake-thin.

Why are we here?

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Ilyena stood at the edge of the pool for a few seconds, observing her sister in silence even when her telepathic question breached her mind. She remained still for only a few more moments, and then finally she allowed her hands to move. With a nearly deafening silence Ilyena began to strip herself. Silk garments fell to the floor without a sound. Within seconds Ilyena stood in nothing but her underwear, tightly clinging to her.

Slaves at the edge of the pool kept their eyes pointing directly ahead, not a one of them male or female dared to look at the body of a Queen, whether it was Evelynn or Ilyena, these ones at least were trained well and she made a note to herself to reward them with treats.

She moved with a sort of serene grace down the tiny set up steps next to her, flowing into the water as though she were part of it. Within seconds all traces of Ilyena's earlier indulgence were completely wiped away, covered up by the flowing blue pool.

The liquid held a sort of refreshing coolness to it, not too hot, but also not cold in any sense of the word. Within seconds Ilyena found herself submerged up to her naval, a smile forming on her face.

“Come sister.” She still hadn't answered Evelynn's question, and it appeared she would not until the woman joined her.

 

[Evelynn]

After receiving no answer the girl, turned to look behind her.

Evelynn's eyes were the only pair in the room affixed to the woman's form as she undressed. She observed her sister's body. It was perfection, naturally. As if Nemene would have it any other way. The perfect canvas...

Evelynn shook her head slightly, as if to vanquish the terrible and more importantly dangerous thought that flashed in her mind.

An expression of hurt briefly appeared upon the girl's face as her sister entered the water. Did Nemene feel so unclean? Or did washing away any traces of sin mean that the moment where the tables were turned never really happened? It had been such a curious moment after all, and it was likely the Evelynn would replay the scene in her mind over and over.

Upon being beckoned the girl stood, shedding her similar (however much less extravagant) silks. The contrast began here, whereas Nemene had stood perfect, Evelynn was not. Scars from her time with Kaine marked her spectral flesh the focal point of which being the large faint X that still marked her chest. Initially she had felt disfigured, but as she was twisted by time and mistreatment the disgust had turned into empowerment.

She stepped down into the serene waters, letting her fingertips skim across the surface as she waded across to stand before Nemene. As she did so the silent sister wore an expression of puzzlement, still not understanding why they were in the pool.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Ilyena reached out and touched her sister. She allowed her fingers to grace Evelynns cheek, then her neck, then for the briefest second her breasts, all the way down to her abdomen where she allowed her fingers to rest for a few moments. She smiled at her, a warm soothing smile. There was no hint of betrayal in the bond, no hint of malice or anything of the like.

“You are perfect in your own little way.” No hint of mocking in your tone, no comedy or cruelty, instead a hint of...love.

Before Evelynn could respond however one of the larger slaves who had been standing on the edge of the pool had crept up impossibly silently behind the girl. Ilyena had signaled the overly muscular Rattataki to come into the pool as Evelynn had undressed, and now that she was standing directly opposite her, right when their bond was the strongest it was time to begin the next test.

The Slave reached around Evelynns throat and grasped her in the nook of his elbow. His grip was tight and strong, enhanced by cybernetics no doubt. He plunged her beneath the surface of the water, holding her tight as he did so.

 

[Evelynn]

There was further bafflement.

Tenderness from Nemene Talith was something of a rarity, and thus the tender touches that came with no discernible motive disarmed her. She stood perfectly still, her grey eyes staring straight into her sister's orange ones. Had they come to the pool simply to bond? Evelynn's expression changed. Confusion melting into affection as her sister spoke.

Did she mean those words?

Unfortunately the mute had no time to contemplate that question as she was unceremoniously submerged in the water.

Panic came instantly. Instinctively the girl gasped, in the process taking a large volume of water into her lungs. It burned as rushed down her throat and began to fill her lungs. She tried everything, she kicked her legs out frantically but given the water resistance that was a futile attempt. The urgency and shock of the assault threw her mind into a stampede of hysteria, effectively preventing the girl from focusing enough to utilise the force. That was avenue two effectively blocked off.

Her hands lashed out, nails tearing down the slave's arms, chest and face. With the exception of drawing crimson it did nothing to save her. The Rattataki man knew that if he let her slip that the wrath of Nemene would be much worse than anything the panicked Evelynn could do.

Desperately she tried to budge her head as the poor girl's lungs began to fill. What felt like an eternity passed by. She felt heavy. Was this it? Was this how she was to die? In what she thought were her final moments her mind turned to one person. Sopher. His face flashed in her mind. Vivid and beautiful.

As her struggles in the water died down, her hand floated out as if he were standing before her imploring her to take his.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Something happened as Evelynn began to surge and flow with panic, something that Ilyena could hardly explain. Emotion flooded her through the bond, panic and distress like nothing else flowed into her, but it was not her emotion. She did not feel threatened, she did not feel panicked, but her body reacted as though it did. Her muscles grew tense, her mind filled with adrenaline, and she seemed to enter a state of complete and utter control, time seemed to slow and droplets of water came up to spray her face and breasts as Evelynn struggled.

Her body began to feel more in control, and at that very moment Ilyena felt as though she could have fought the entire world. Evelynns panic had done something tremendous, something monumental to her, and as she explored that feeling something else came upon her.

Within her panic Ilyena's sister had lost all control, had surrendered herself. Ilyena seized upon that lack of control, she grappled and grabbed it. A surge of the force more powerful than she had ever felt came to her. Her eyes popped open and her skin seemingly began to glow, her hair gained a sort of sheen and her eyes became a light. A malicious almost Chesire grin came on her face, sickening to all but her. A feeling of complete and utter dread filled the room, power flowed from Ilyena and the slaves at the edge of the pool took a step back.

With power flowing through her Ilyena felt Evelynn nearly give up, she saw her struggle cease and for the briefest second a face appeared in her vision. She shook her head slightly, dispelling the visage of a boy. She frowned at the slave that held her sister, and then her eyes pulsed open for a second.

A loud series of snapping noises could be heard as a dozen necks were broken.

Every slave in the room suddenly went limp and fell dead, half of them splashing into the pool with their heads wrenched the wrong way around. The slave that was holding Evelynn also went limp, dead in an instant as his head was literally torn from his body. Unconsciously Ilenya pushed the mans body away from her sister hanging limply in the water, she swept the woman up into her arms. With a single powerful press of the force she forced the water from Evelynns lungs, expelling it and saving her life.

Ilyena remembered the face she had seen, she would ask about it later but for now she would need to control, to manipulate.

Both of them were soaked now from head to toe, undergarments nearly see through as one lay in the water and the other stood. Ilyena held Evelynn close to her bosom, tightly as one could. A soft hand gently stroked Evelynns cheek as she spoke “I meant every word, my pet.”

Then she began to hum, a soft lamenting tone as blood began to mix with water around them.

 

[Evelynn]

Naturally Evelynn missed Nemene's new-found surge of power. Usually when you're drowning it's hard to notice what's occurring above and around you.

As she barely clung onto the remnants of consciousness and more importantly life, the girl was brought out of the depths and away from the clutches of death. An immense pressure was felt and immediately the silent sister began to dredge up the water that sat in her lungs. Coughing and spluttering all the while as what seemed to be an impossible volume of liquid left her lungs.

She had been inches from death, she had been in his cold grasp for just a split second and that truly frightened her.

As she slipped back into the clutches of unconsciousness, her arms instinctively wrapped around the waist of her sister in a desperate embrace, pressing her head to Nemene's chest as she brought up harsh desperate breaths, still occasionally coughing up what still remained in her lungs.

...Sopher?

Oh dear, that's not the right person.

She was dazed, panic and fear still lingered within her and instinct brought her mind straight to Sopher Jakobs. Miraculous how through it all there remained that part of Evelynn that loved that boy. So this made it unfortunate that in this moment of near-death she had let it slip. She had concealed it so well thus far. The last time a Sith had found out of his existence..well...he was...

No thoughts now. Just sleep.