Thirty Whacks

[Louise]

Evie had been good.

That was the game and how it had to be played.

These notions of being good for Goddess and tricks for treats disgusted the woman known as Evelynn. She, unlike her more obedient and pliant self did not enjoy the rounds of indignity that she seemed to suffer each and every day. Of course most of the time the woman was helpless to sit back and watch as she played the role of the good pet.

Most of the time.

Nemene's control over her, while seemingly unbreakable was not concrete. Over time it faded. Evie once again became Evelynn, until those magic words came out to play once more. Be good, Evie. It was the cycle of her life now, she had become trapped in a haze of Sith Sorcery and submission, watching on helplessly as she played the role of the stupid, senseless slave.

Yes, yes. No longer a sister. No longer human. Perhaps even less than a slave. A thing, a creature, a pet.

In her moments of clarity the woman was too petrified to turn her mind to notions of revenge or escape. No, no. What if Nemene sensed her thoughts? After all there was still the matter of their bond, although admittedly it was rather one-sided now with her sister-turned-Master only allowing her to feel what she granted, it was likely that the other way around nothing was sacred, nothing was secret.

Well, almost nothing. You don't spend years in an abusive hurricane of a relationship without learning to conceal a thing or two and besides, Nemene had won, she had no reason to constantly scrutinise her pet.

But Evelynn would play this game wielding honesty, for the sake of her remaining sanity.

She was currently in the midst of enjoying her treat. Yes, twelve hours of complete freedom onboard the ship. That was a laugh and a half. The brainless little creature known as Evie didn't know what to do with that much free time, she would just sleep, or sit and simper, full of joy knowing that she had pleased her Goddess.

It was disgusting.

The doors to the observation deck slid open, yet Evelynn did not step inside, head bowed and icy blue eyes staring firmly at the ground.

“Goddess, may I speak with you?”

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene's eyes snapped open, bright orange in a sea of purple. Her skin flared slightly, an outward show of her annoyance. She sat in the observation room with her knee's crossed and her hands upon her legs, a model of concentration and meditation.

It was not something she was known for, Nemene preferred to train her body, instead of her mind. Lately however that had changed. She had found that her mind needed to be expanded, Evelynns spells made her more powerful, but it didn't strengthen her control. If she could expand her mind, she could gain more control when Evelynn gave her the boost of strength. It was a simply matter, though one she found rather annoying.

“Quickly.” Nemene said fluidly, her voice melting into the room.

The observation deck was hot, a memory of the sunlight that had been a constant upon Rattatak. The heat seemed to meld with ones skin, as if the room was the same temperature as the body. The cold air from within the ship touched and licked Nemene's skin, causing goosebumps to roll down her back.

She ignored them, and waited for Evelynn to voice her concerns.

 

[Louise]

Her body of course, was still a loyal servant of Nemene's reacting with every come here, look at me and kneel that came her way. So when the woman said quickly, Evelynn could only react.

“I wish to worship you of my own free will, Goddess,” the blonde practically blurted out, eyes widening as her mouth moved ahead of scheduled time. Of course, that was the question that she had come to ask, but to be so direct about it wasn't exactly the plan.

She remained staring at the floor, the notion of becoming lost once more in a haze of purple filled her with dread. Becoming Evie again. A mindless husk of a woman. Infantile. Stupid.

Hopefully the request would have appealed to Nemene's narcissism. Yes, Evie would jettisoned herself out of the airlock if her Mistress had asked it to her, but that was the result of utter control, which of course her sister adored but there were other options. Wouldn't it have appealed to her just as much, if not more to have Evelynn, the woman that committed so many unspeakable acts upon her, so many atrocities bowed and bent of her own volition?

Evie only knew adoration, that was her existence, but if it was Evelynn, oh, she could be aware she would know constant humiliation. Wasn't that sweeter? You cannot promise ten-fold without delivering, after all.

“I also believe, Goddess, that it may benefit my studies if you would be so gracious as to allow me to keep my....perceptions...”

With her head still bowed the hands that sat at her sides began to tremble, Evelynn was terrified. Those magic words seemed to loom on the horizon, threatening to knock her down once more and rob her of everything.

Be good, Evie.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene remained silent for a long time.

Whether she did this to torture Evelynn, or whether she was just thinking, was difficult to tell. Her hair didn't move, her eyes did not shift, in fact her entire body remained completely still. Bright orange stared out into the emptyness of space. Then finally, her lips pursed slightly.

She could see the upside in this. Having Evelynn at her full would mean she would learn faster, be more intelligently and creatively. It would mean Nemene would have to direct her studies less, giving her more free time to do as she pleased. On the other hand, Evelynn would be free to plot, to plan, to think, and thinking had never been good, at least not for Evelynn. Evie was loyal, Evie was devoted. Evelynn was not.

She frowned slightly, but then ultimately made up her mind.

“I will allow this.” Her voice was soft, but strong. She would allow Evelynn her freedom for a time, she would allow her to think and play on her own, though one misstep, and she would become Evie again.

Nemene didn't say that threat however, Evelynn would already knew what would lay in store for her if she took even one toe out of line. There would be no more Evelynn, only Evie. That was the price for Freedom, even if it was only temporary. "Nothing changes."

She spoke quickly now, her voice stern.

"You obey those you have obeyed before." She couldn't be given too much freedom after all.

 

[Louise]

Talk about cutting tension with a knife.

It felt like an eternity to Evelynn as Nemene pondered over the woman's mental fate. Had she been too bold? Should she have tried to conceal that she was in fact Evelynn and not Evie? No, no. Honesty was good, honesty was smart. Hiding things looks suspicious. Transparency would build some modicum of trust.

Well, okay, maybe not. Can you picture these two doing trust fall exercises?

However the verdict came and it looked like fortune was on the side of the unfortunate Evelynn on this day. For a moment her heart soared, no doubt Nemene would have felt it. “Yes, Goddess, of course.” Unfortunately, in her own awareness she caught herself feeling ecstatic and for what? For this pathetic slice of freedom? This wasn't freedom. She was a prisoner, being forced to learn Sith Sorcery all the while being treated like a dog.

Nemene likely also felt her joy turn to ashes in her mouth.

“Thank you, Goddess. Thank you.”

Finally the woman looked up, frozen blue eyes studying Nemene's back. This wasn't an opportunity to be squandered. There would be difficulties. There would be awareness, like the woman said, nothing changes. How she would handle the humiliation that was now her life would be one thing. Not to mention the joy that Cerise would take in Evelynn's regained composure.

A pause. Should she leave? Return to her freedom? No. No. Worship was still required. Doting upon hand and foot.

“Is there anything I can do for you while I'm here, Goddess?”

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene paused for a moment, then spoke.

“No. Leave me.” She said the words almost apathetically. The Raven Haired Queen did not have to worry about Evelynns missdoings, Cerise would take care of that. She frowned slightly however, as Evelynn left and the blast doors closed behind her.

Had she made the right decision?

A shake of her head dispelled any such notion. Nemene Athaem Talith did not make mistakes. This was an experiment, it would either bare fruit, or it would fail. Either way she would learn something, and either way her plans would grow into something worth wile. Her frown quickly disappeared, and her eyes fluttered shut.

She concentrated, and began to think upon the force.

 

[Louise]

The rejection stung a bit.

I mean, yes, the monstrous deeds they had enacted upon each other would suggest that there was to be no true fondness between the pair re-emerging, but still. At one point Evelynn had loved her sister, although given the poisoning she was unsure if it had even been requited. Had it been a love for control, rather than her?

Without further word, Evelynn left the observation deck.

---

Within her school the woman sat hunched over an empty book, the book itself was basic, primitive even that she would be using a book and not a datapad, but there were reasons. It was her downtime, but the ever well behaved Sorceress-in-training known as Evelynn seemed to be hard at work, etching glyphs onto the paper surface.

It was a journal.

Not that Nemene or Cerise would know, given that she doubted either of them were familiar with the runic form of the Sith alphabet. This was her haven, her sanity, these pages could be the thoughts that she so desperately hid from the pair that now ruled her life.

You are my sanctuary.

You are my thoughts, my plans, my mind.

You are the very essence of my being and they can never know, they will never know, or else I am lost.

You will be my saviour.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Cerise stalked...no, she glided down the halls of the frigate. Her near sheer black dress seemed to flutter in a non existent wind. She moved with grace, poise, and absolute control, one never would have thought that she was a slave.

The girl moved quickly, though she was in no real rush. Cerise was in charge of the slave flotilla that her Mistress had gathered. The crew, the slavers, the pets, they were all hers to do with as she pleased, Cerise reigned over the fleet with an iron fist, except over one individual of course. Her Mistress was still in charge of course, and Cerise served faithfully.

That didn't mean she couldn't have fun however.

Sliding into the room, the pitter patter of her bare feet preventing the only person within, Evelynn from hearing her. She smiled slightly, cruelty flashing in her eyes as she wandered up behind Evelynn. A frown crossed her lips as she observed the woman writing something, something she did not understand. Cerise did not like not understanding, but it would hardly matter.

The Slave leaned down, pressing her lips against Evelynns ear. “Boo!”

The word was almost deafening.

 

[Louise]

It would seem that my solution is relatively simple. I need to escape.

Another expedition for Sith artefacts would be perfect. If I could slip out of sight, out of earshot where I cannot hear any more of those dreadful commands. Perhaps I could even learn how to cloak my own presence.

But how can I run? She's so fast, and I am crippled.

Patie

The pen skittered off the page accompanied by a sharp shriek, causing a black ugly line to scratch straight through her writings as the woman was startled. No surprises as to who would be employing such torments.

Her.

They weren't fond of each other. Evelynn despised Cerise, a spineless wretch of a slave who had somehow managed to shimmy her way up the ladder of command. The former Queen did not understand. Any simple slave could have taken to the role of Nemene's right hand yes-woman, what made this one so special and why did she seem to enjoy tormenting Evelynn so much?

This one she could not look into the eye of, for it brought shame coursing through her body, humiliation ravaging her very soul. This was a slave. She answered to a slave.

Evelynn's grip tightened upon the pen, lips forming into a thin line. “I apologise, Mistress. You startled me.” Was that a hint of contempt in her words?

 

[Lira Dajenn]

“Yes, well thats what happens when you don't pay attention.” Cerise said, her voice very nearly a sneer.

The woman held herself up again, her back straight and her eyes alight with a mischievous mirth. She did not look a slave, she looked a Queen, ready to strike at any moment. Her hands skittered onto Evelynn's shoulders, spiders crawling onto something they were about to bite. Nails dug into the womans skin, drawing blood.

Cerise knew of the bond.

Lacquered fingers withdrew themselves from skin, and Cerise took a step back from Evelynn, letting her hand run down the girls spine and motion for her to turn. When she did so Cerise tapped the side of her face, leaving small flecks of blood.

“I have a task for you.” She purred the words. “The Queen's wash needs to be done, as well as he boots polished. You will see to it.”

Stern, like a ladies maid directing her servants.

 

[Louise]

Just breathe.

If she allowed this slave to provoke her to the point of reacting then there could only be trouble. At the end of the day the stipulations of her bondage remained much the same. Cerise too held power over her, not as much as Nemene mind you but still, enough to issue commands that would have to be followed.

So she sat there with teeth gritted as this slave touched her in ways that echoed her bond sister. There was no pain, no joy to be salvaged from this atrocity. The balance was wrong. You're not Nemene.

“Very well, Mistress,” she responded stiffly, limping off to do her new chores. So much for her earned freedom. Treats indeed.

Of course she performed her tasks to a satisfactory levels. Clothes were washed, dried, ironed, folded and put away. Boots were cleaned, buffed and polished. Pretty standard chores, but it was the work of slaves and it left her soul burning red hot with shame.

Swiftly she returned to her school, to her sanctuary where she could chronicle her thoughts and desperately cling to the remnants of her sanity.

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Cerise stalked down the halls of the frigate, there was no gliding this time.

Her feet stamped on the painted durasteel floor, pitter patter erupting into loud thumps as she moved quickly towards her destination. There was a scowl on her face, and her black dress swayed from side to side almost in response to her anger. In her right hand she carried a small book, and in her left, a knife. Stamping around a corner Cerise entered the 'school' Evelynn studied in.

The Blast doors slid open in one solid move, and Cerise stepped inside, racing towards Evelynn and grasping her by the hair.

She wrenched the womans head upwards, throwing down the journal in front of her and placing the knife to her throat. Blood spilled upon the silvery blade almost immediately as Cerise screamed at the top of her lungs. “What is this you wench!”

Secrets never stayed secret for long.

 

[Louise]

Well, this time at least she heard the wretched woman coming. Evidently this was not going to be a day of rest and relaxation. Oh, if you do your sorcery well you'll get a respite to do what you like! As if, as bloody if. Turning her head around just in time to see the slave woman come rushing towards her a flicker of malice shone upon Evelynn's face.

But of course, she didn't resist. That's not how the game is played. Fortunately, Evelynn was a woman used to being on the wrong side of the blade, and the prospect of death gave her no falter. This would explain why she remained so still, so calm with a knife pressing into her throat.

“It's for my studies, Mistress,” she lied, voice perfectly calm and even, “Sith Sorcery has a preference for incantations. I'm taking notes and studying the texts further to aid my understanding.”

This of course was all nonsense, and if commanded to tell the truth then there might have been a slight pickle at hand, but Evelynn imagined this situation would have come about. Cerise would have poked about, finding the journal and would have been deliciously frustrated when she couldn't read it.

“Is there a problem, Mistress?”

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Cerise stared at Evelynn.

“LIAR!” A good hard smack crossed Evelynns face, blade withdrawing just in time to not cut Evelynn across the throat as her face was wrenched to the side. Ironically the slap hurt Cerise far more than it could hurt Evelynn. The pet could feel no pain, but Cerise' hand stung quite a bit after striking her. The Slave stepped on the journal. Twising her ankle and tearing a few of the pages.

“You keep secrets.” Cerise said with a sneer, once again grabbing Evelynn's hair and wrenching her face up to force her to meet her eyes. “Don't you appreciate what she's done for you? What she's given you?”

Cerise almost sounded pleading, as if she couldn't fathom wanting to disobey Nemene. “Don't you understand that this is all for you own good?”

To Cerise, there was no questioning Nemene. Their Mistress knew best, knew it all.

 

[Louise]

Well, that was unfortunate. The witless witch of the west could seemingly see through her plots, yet did not have the cunning that demand for the truth. All the better for Evelynn, who inwardly took great gratification from winding up the slave woman.

“But Mistress, it is the truth,” she responded so deadpan that the statement needed to be checked for a pulse. Cerise may have been growing to be more Nemene-like every day but she didn't have that same intelligence. It wasn't obvious, but Evelynn was actively mocking her.

“I appreciate everything that my Goddess has given me, Mistress.”

The torment, the suffering, the poison, the degradation, you. In short Evelynn held nothing less than disdain for Nemene Talith, even if she couldn't openly express such.

Looking straight into the eyes of Cerise, Evelynn offered a small smile so polite that it practically reeked of insincerity. Repeating everything the woman said and adding Mistress to the end was now her new hobby.

“It is all for my own good, Mistress,” words both curt and barbed with an addendum, “however if it would appease you I will recite from my notes for you.”

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Cerise scowled.

Her lips turned down, her chin rose, and her eyes cast themselves towards Evelynn with such distaste it could be said she was trying to set the woman aflame. One hand tightened on Evelynn's hair, the other on the handle of the knife. Knuckles became white, and blood left her hands. Rage poured throughout her entire body, and she seemed to shake, anger similar to her mistress forming within her.

Cerise may not have been as intelligent as Nemene, she may not have been cunning, but she was smart enough to know when she was being mocked.

And Evelynn was mocking her.

In an instant she moved, her leg shooting out past Evelynns head, hooking itself around the womans neck and pulling her to the floor. She twisted herself, and turned to slam Evelynn down on the ground, her face pressed into the bulkhead of the ship. She pressed down with her heel, a scowl on her face.

“I will give you something to recite.” The knife dug into her dress, and the sound of tearing fabric could be heard.

-IMPLIED NAUGHTY STUFF HERE THAT I'M NOT ALLOWED TO WRITE ABOUT, SORRY GUYS. YOU CAN BUY MY BOOK AT WWW.CHRISWRITESPORN.COM-

 

[Louise]

That, upon reflection, was a mistake.

 

[Louise]

This is awful.

I have vastly underestimate Cerise. I had thought her to be just another one of my sister's handmaidens but that is seemingly not the case. She is an apprentice in cruelty and while there is no art of the scalpel to her there is a depravity, malice that is very remnant of a past Nemene.

Of course Nemene is a different story, now cold and distant as if she is above it all, as if she is above me. This is not a problem. Let her inflated sense of ego keep her far from this journal.

It is doubtful that Cerise shall be leaving me be. I cannot give her cause for any further cruelty. If she is anything like the Nemene that I once knew then I simply have to appeal to her vanity. Play this part of the servile pet. Pride is ultimately not important if I am to retain my mind. My life is an atrocity, this is just another chapter. It will end. All chapters end.

I will persevere, like I always do.

 

[Louise]

[The runic etchings of this entry are incredibly sloppy. The page is crumpled slightly, suggesting that the entry had almost been torn out completely, there are a couple of water marks.]

What has she done to me?!

 

[Lira Dajenn]

“She's keeping secrets.”

Nemene's eyes snapped open at the sound of a voice, her lips immediately twisting into a frown.

Secrets?

Cerise didn't have to say who was keeping secrets, she didn't even have to imply it. Nemene knew instantly who it was doing the crime, Evelynn. She frowned slightly, thinking over this development. Of course the thought that Cerise might be lying never occurred to her, the slave girl was completely and totally loyal. The frown on her lips stayed however, Nemene's mind racing.

Normally, she would have taken Evelynn and twisted her mind completely and totally, turned her into a withering little whelp called Evie. Yet...She had done so well as Evelynn. Over the past few days she had learned more than Evie had in her entirety.

Her lips curved upward, thinning slightly. No, she couldn't go back Evie just yet, she needed to learn more.

But there was something she could do. Something she could do to show Evelynn that even when she had her freedom, anything could change by Nemene's whim. She smiled slightly, lips becoming full again. She turned to Cerise, and stood in one Fluid motion. “Where is she?”

“My Chambers, Mistress.”

Nemene raised an eyebrow at that, but she did not comment. Instead she moved out the blast doors, and headed towards Cerise' rooms.