Chapter 4 : Late Night

Kianna smiled viciously as she rolled the plastic base of the sterilized, medical needle back and forth between her thumb and index finger and held it up to the kiochi's face.
Hyperventilating through her nose, the kiochi whimpered pitifully as she stared almost cross-eyed at the sharp tip of the needle.
Dozens of identical needles had already been embedded deep into each of her heaving breasts. The thin slivers of metal had pierced her soft flesh with ease as the cruel dark elves would press them in, one at a time and bury them all the way up to their plastic bases. The pale skin of her bust had become a vibrant canvas as each of her breasts were dotted with dozens of points of colored plastic, which had all been arranged in rows and swirling patterns that, when seen as a whole, gave them an almost flora appearance.
“So... Are you ready to talk yet?” cooed Kianna as she pressed the tip of the needle against the kiochi's trembling tit.
“EEHHPH! HHMMMMPPHH!” cried the kiochi through her gag as she glared angrily at the dark elf and desperately tried to nod her head.
Thick beads of perspiration rolled down her forehead in an endless stream as her body was racked by both the intense torture and unending stimulation.

The captured shinoccubus had been strapped to a mock electric-chair that was made of heavy, welded metal and outfitted with thick leather belts, straps and cuffs. She was still wearing her mask-gag, straitjacket and legbinders, though now her ankles and shins had also been buckled into the cuffs attached to the chair itself. Thick leather belts ran across her lap, waist, shoulders, neck and across her forehead just below her horns. These straps held her in place and kept her pressed firmly against the cold frame of the metal chair.
Her wings, after she had once again tried to use them to defend herself against the dark elves, had taken on the appearance of collapsed umbrellas, as the dark elves had folded them up and restrained them by wrapping them in leather binds and strapping them to the back of the chair.
Along with her more stringent bondage, the kiochi's torture had been escalated tenfold by the large and immensely powerful vibrator that had been mercilessly shoved inside of her.
The vibrator was a ten-speed, triple-motor, jackrabbit style dildo that was twelve inches in total length and just under three inches in diameter. Sitting with her bottom pressed against the chairs seat had forced the monstrous vibrator to impale itself as far up into her body as it could possibly fit. And being strapped down as she was had made it impossible for the kiochi to lift herself up and escape from its unending assault against her. Set to its highest speed, the vibrator was more than strong enough to cause her entire torso to vibrate continuously.
A curved prong that sprouted out from the base of the dildo gave the vibrator a second point of attack as it jutted up over the kiochi's slit and rested, pressed against her engorged and tender clitoris.
All of this combined with her twisted biology was causing the pain being inflicted by the dark elves, which would start out as pure torment, to morph into a form of throbbing pleasure that would reverberate throughout her being before shifting again into raw tantric energy. And now drunken on this energy, the overly stimulated kiochi was forced to fight a willful battle simply to remain coherent.

“Wow. She's still refusing to say a single word.” mocked Fiona as she popped open the plastic tube of another needle “How stubborn can this ninja-bitch really be?”
“You try to kill our Master...” growled Kianna as she forced her needle into the kiochi's breast “And then not only do you refuse to even answer for the crime...”
The kiochi closed her eyes and screamed through her gag as the needle slid deep into her flesh. Trembling with adrenaline, she opened her eyes to find Kianna's glowing irises staring mere inches from her face.
“But now all you do is grunt and growl like an animal!” snarled Kianna as she flicked at the base of the freshly embedded needle “You deserve this...”
Reeling from the sharp, stinging pain, the kiochi gasped through her nose and desperately tried to shake her head. Despite her best efforts, she was only able to move the minute amount that the belt across her forehead would allow.
Still able to recognize her effort to disagree for what it was, Kianna's eyes widened with anger.
“Oh! So you don't think you deserve this then!?” she exclaimed as she began to flick at the kiochi's nipple “Well, maybe you're right... Maybe you deserve worse... Maybe it's time to move on to the next target...”
The kiochi's eyes went wide as she started to kick and struggle against her binds. Regardless of how much effort she made though, the heavy chair refused to even shift in its spot. Trapped and helpless, she could only beg and plead through her gag. Which was another pointless effort in of itself, as her cries fell flat against the deaf, uncaring ears of the dark elves.
“Oh yes... New target acquired...” taunted Fiona as she gleefully took hold of the struggling kiochi's nipple “C'mere little pinky. Time to pay for your crimes!”
“Hold on a sec.” said Kianna as she knelt down in front of the kiochi and pressed the dildo's vibrating prong in even harder against her clitoris “I want to make sure she feels this...”
Bucking against her restraints, the kiochi couldn't help but to groan as the dark elf expertly maneuvered the unrelenting device against her aching, defenseless clit. Pushed as close to her limits as she was, there was little more she could do beyond clamp her eyes shut and make an attempt to distance her mind from all that was being done to her body.
“Oh yes...” smiled Fiona as she rolled the hardened nipple between her fingers “Definitely want her to feel this one...”
Crushing the tender nub with her thumb and index finger, Fiona twisted and pulled it away from the quivering body it was attached to. Shaking and bouncing the kiochi's whole breast up and down by the nipple in this way caused the needles already embedded within it to shift and re-pierce the tortured flesh. Screaming through her gag, the kiochi frantically jerked to the side in an effort to pull away from Fiona and escape from the incoming pain.
Laughing at her wasted efforts, Fiona pressed the tip of her needle to the very center of the kiochi's nipple and, as slowly as she possibly could, she sunk the thin metal shaft straight down into the overly sensitive bit of female flesh.
The kiochi screamed again as this new and far more intense pain iced its way right through her. Unable to resist the intensity of the stimulation that had been plaguing her for over an hour now, her eyes shot open as her mental dam finally broke, and now free to flow unimpeded, an immense orgasm immediately began to rip its way throughout her entire being.
“Whoa!” cried Kianna as she dropped back to avoid a spray of feminine fluids that was erupting out of the kiochi's tormented loins “...Seriously!? This bitch is gonna cum from that!?”
“Holy shit! She is!” laughed Fiona as she watched the groaning kiochi quiver uncontrollably in her binds “That's fucking wild!”
With eyes now open wide and unblinking, the kiochi went completely stiff as the crashing waves of both pain and pleasure that were rolling through her being, swirled together into a maelstrom of intense, inescapable stimulation. Any and all thoughts were stripped away from her as a flood of endorphins washed its way through her head to soak into her brain, dull her mind and leave her teetering on the very edge of consciousness.
“...Um, hold on a second.” muttered Kianna as she watched the kiochi's eyes glaze over and become unfocused “...Did she just pass out!?”
“...Maybe? ...Yeah, looks like it. Oh well, who cares.” said Fiona as she poked at the kiochi's nipple with the tip of another needle “She'll wake up again eventually, and when she does, the little slut will have a fresh set of new holes in her body.”
Grimacing, Kianna shook her head as the kiochi's eyes showed no response to her sister's efforts.
“What do you mean nobody cares, Fiona!” she hissed “We're not supposed to knock her out! Remember? We're supposed to make her talk. And if she passes out, we'll fail!”
Eyes going wide in realization, Fiona quickly looked up at the unmoving kiochi before glancing over her shoulder at Anton.
Still seated in his high-backed chair on the other side of the room, Anton sat at attention with his chin cradled in his hand as he watched the dark elves. Though clearly alert to what was happening, his facial expression gave little away in regards to his thoughts.
“...Fuck. You're right!” muttered Fiona as she quickly stuck the needle she was holding into a open spot on the kiochi's breast “C'mon, get her up! Quick!”
“Hey, hey! Wake up, you little bitch!” snapped Kianna as she gave the kiochi's nose a few hard flicks with her fingertip “C'mon! Let's go, wake up, wake up!”
Groaning in irritation, the kiochi blinked in confusion before going stiff at the sight of the two dark elves who were now huddled in close to her face.
“Sorry to interrupt your little nap...” hissed Fiona as her tone became low and menacing “But I don't recall either of us giving you permission to pass out...”
Glaring in anger, the kiochi's pupils constricted themselves down to thin slits as her eyes darted back and forth between the two dark elves.
Narrowing her own eyes, Kianna eased in close as she stared down the kiochi.
“Listen closely, you little bitch.” she whispered as she pointed her ears straight back in anger “If you're actually ready to talk now, then blink twice.”
The kiochi went still for a moment before her eyes went wide. Eager to comply, she started to take quick breaths in through her nose as she clamped her eyes shut twice in quick succession.
Staring at her for a moment, the dark elves glanced at each other before smiling wickedly.
“Wow. Looks like she's still not ready to cooperate yet.” said Kianna as she shook her head in mock disappointment.
“Nope. Guess she's gonna need a little more convincing after all.” smiled Fiona “Oh well! We'll just have to try again after a few more needles. Another box aught to do it... Or maybe two...”
Crestfallen at the sight of the snickering dark elves, the kiochi's shoulders slumped in defeat as she clamped her eyes shut and groaned in misery.
“Okay girls.” said Anton “I think I've seen enough of this.”
The dark elves both jumped in surprise and went stiff as Anton spoke from right behind them. With their ears pointed straight upwards they slowly turned to face him.
Standing just behind them with his arms crossed over his chest, Anton's face showed neither anger nor disappointment. Yet despite this, the dark elves couldn't help but to become uneasy as they looked up at him.
“Well, I think it's safe to say that when given the chance... You two can certainly be sadistic...” said Anton as he stepped between them and nodded slowly as he took in the state of the kiochi “Not that it shouldn't be expected of course. Considering you two are dark elves after all...”
The kiochi's tired eyes showed her apprehension clearly as she stared warily up at Anton.
“...So then. At this point. Do either of you actually feel as though you've achieved any real control over her?” asked Anton as he glanced at one dark elf and then the other “That was your goal after all.”
Grimacing, the dark elves turned to look at each other as they laid their ears down submissively behind their heads.
“...No.” they both mumbled in unison.
Anton began to chuckled as he shook his head.
“Well, at least you're both going to be honest about it.” he said as a grin spread across his face “And honesty, is something I can always appreciate.”
The dark elves smiled sheepishly as they let their ears rise back up to their relaxed positions.
“...Unfortunately though, I'd have to agree with your assessment.” said Anton as he watched the kiochi flinch in pain with each breath she took “I wouldn't say that “under control” would be an accurate label for this kiochi... Not yet anyways...”
Huffing through her nose, the kiochi went to narrow her eyes in anger but stopped short as she noticed that the dark elves were both glaring at her. The hostility faded from her eyes and her expression went blank as she watched the dark elves irises begin to glow with a very faint but undeniable red light.
“...Hm, maybe you do have a bit of control after all? ...Or at least the foundation of it.” mused Anton as he shifted his gaze from the seemingly cowed kiochi to each of the dark elves and back “Let's see if we can build on that foundation.”
Seeing him moving towards her, the kiochi began to cry out in protest and struggle in her binds as Anton leaned forward and reached out to her. Slipping his hand in between her soaked legs, Anton turned the control dial on the vibrator down until, with a tiny clicking sound, it shut off completely.
Despite herself, the kiochi couldn't help but to immediately go limp and with eyes swimming in relief, groan in what sounded like a thankful manner.
Chuckling at her spent expression, Anton stayed bent forward as he watched her breathing slowly even itself out.
“Well, I'd say you both have some skill at causing fear and desperation. But I don't think that either of you understand what it takes to truly have control. This isn't your fault of course. You can't be blamed for not understanding something that you were never given the chance to learn about.” he said as he cleaned the moisture away from his fingers by wiping them across the leg of his pants “Pay attention. Because now is your chance.”
The dark elves both took an involuntary step back back as Anton stood up to his full height and, while letting his aura spread out to fill the area with his presence, loomed over the sitting kiochi.
“Control, true control, is a matter of dominance...” said Anton as he and the kiochi stared into each others eyes “And domination, is a game of finesse. Brute force may be enough to create fear and desperation. But it will take more than that to achieve true control... For you see girls, the truth that you need to understand. Is that true control is not something that can ever just be taken.”
Turning away from the kiochi, Anton grinned as he faced the two wide eyed dark elves.
“Whether it is through trust...” smiled Anton as he raised his right hand and cupped Kianna's chin in his palm.
The compliant dark elf made a small noise and folded her ears back so their tips pointed down and away from her head as Anton lifted her chin and used his thumb to gently caress her cheek.
“Or through surrender...” said Anton as he turned to Fiona and quickly took hold of her chin by firmly clamping it between the thumb and curled fingers of his left hand.
Glaring in irritation and balling her hands into fists, the defiant dark elf went rigid and pointed her ears straight back as Anton lifted her chin and forced her to look him in the eyes.
“True control, is always given...” grinned Anton as he shifted his gaze back and forth from one dark elf to the other “It is always earned...”
Standing motionless, the two dark elves were silent as they absorbed what they had just been told.
“And it will be the same with you, kiochi.” said Anton as he spoke over his shoulder “You will either trust me. Or you will surrender to them... That choice is yours. And it is the only choice that we are going to give you.”
Narrowing her eyes, the kiochi remained silent as she glared at the back of Anton's head.
“Now, let's see how wise you can be with your choice...” said Anton as he let his hands fall away from the dark elves.
Dropping their chins back into place, the two dark elves both grinned smugly as their eyes landed on the kiochi.
Noticing their expressions, Anton chuckled softly as he stepped between them and made his way back across the dungeon to his chair. Lifting the chair up from behind, he carried it back and set it down directly in front of the kiochi.
“Now then, why don't we try this again.” said Anton as he settled into his chair and locked eyes with the kiochi “Are you ready to have a conversation with me now?”
The kiochi remained silent as her eyes tightened in obvious irritation.
“...Because if you're not.” drawled Anton as he narrowed his own eyes “I can always go ahead and just let the girls finish decorating you...”
The kiochi blinked as the dark elves began to snicker menacingly. Her face softening, she closed her eyes and tried to sigh dramatically through her nose but flinched in discomfort as this action caused her breasts to move enough to disturb the needles embedded within them. With the dark elves now snickering even louder, she opened her eyes and gave Anton a tired look.
Nodding in acknowledgment, Anton kept his eyes on her as he addressed the dark elves.
“Girls, if you would, could you please release the belts from around her neck and forehead.” he asked.
“Sure.” said the dark elves in unison as they stepped forward together.
The kiochi's eyes darted back and forth in suspicion as the dark elves smiled broadly at her and undid the belts that held her head in place. The moment her head was free she immediately began to thrash her head back and forth in an effort to wiggle herself up and out of the rest of her binds. She froze less than a second later with her eyes wide and staring straight up at the ceiling as the pain of her bouncing breasts broke through to her consciousness.
“Wow, what a stupid bitch!” laughed Fiona as the kiochi groaned in misery.
“She really is.” smiled Kianna as she flicked at the needle embedded in the kiochi's nipple and caused her to gasp in agony.
“Alright girls, that's enough.” said Anton as he grinned at the smiling dark elves “I think she's learned her lesson.”
“Doubt it.” mumbled Fiona under her breath as she and her sister both stepped back to the sides of Anton's chair.
“Well then...” said Anton as he watched the kiochi slowly ease herself back into place “Are we finally finished with the theatrics now?”
The kiochi had a exhausted and pained expression in her eyes as she blinked at him and slowly nodded her head.
As he stared at her miserable state, Anton couldn't help but to take a bit of pity on the poor creature.
The dark elves both stiffened and turned their eyes to him as they felt his aura become laced with a calming essence. It now seemed as though a warm balm hung in the air around them, and as they eased the tension from their shoulders, they couldn’t help but to feel relaxed as they were surrounded by its influence.
Desperate for any relief she could find, the kiochi breathed out slowly as she let the aura's essence freely seep into her being and ease her pains.
“...Does that feel good?” asked Anton.
Staring at him for just a brief moment, the kiochi's eyes tightened slightly as she nodded. Both of the dark elves couldn't help but to nod as well.
“Good.” soothed Anton as he settled back in his chair “Why don't you take a moment. And when you're ready, we can begin.”
The kiochi stared at Anton for a moment before giving him a thinly veiled look of gratitude and hunching in on herself as she let her eyes fall to the floor. After several minutes of stillness she brought her eyes back up to meet his.
“...I have several questions for you. And I'm sure you have at least a few for me.” said Anton as he stared back at her “If you'll be truthful with me. Then I'll show you the same kindness. Does this sound fair to you?”
The kiochi looked up at the dark elves for a moment before bringing her eyes back to him and nodding slowly.
“Good.” nodded Anton “Well then. I think we should go ahead and get the ugliest questions out of the way first. Agreed?”
The kiochi's eyes tightened a bit as she nodded again.
“Were you sent here to kill me?” asked Anton.
Sighing softly through her nose, the kiochi scrunched her eyes shut and nodded once.
“I see.” said Anton as he nodded towards the dark elves “And the dark elves as well?”
The kiochi shook her head as she glared angrily up at the grinning dark elves.
“Were you told to leave them alive?” asked Anton.
Still glaring at the dark elves, the kiochi made a small menacing sound in the back of her throat as she nodded.
“Look at me, kiochi.” said Anton “You're speaking to me right now. Not to them.”
The kiochi stiffened before bringing her glaring eyes down to lock with Anton's.
Anton stared at her for moment before sighing, shaking his head and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
“I still have a few questions for you. And in order to get the answers for these questions, I'm going to need to give you back the ability to speak... So, with that being the case, that's what I'm going to do...” he said as he narrowed his eyes “However. I am not going to play any games with you, and this will be your only warning...”
Surprised, the kiochi blinked the glare from her eyes as she gave him her full attention. She flinched, but made no sound as his hand suddenly moved near her face.
“When I take this off of you.” said Anton as he reached out and lightly tapped her gag's face plate “You will be polite and respectful. There will be no screaming, no spitting, no vulgarism and no trying to bite anyone. ...If you do not heed this warning, and fail to maintain yourself, you will face the consequences of your actions. ...Do you understand and agree to this?”
The kiochi stared at him for a moment before looking off to the side and scrunching her eyes up in a thoughtful manner.
“Mmph! Mm hmph!” she exclaimed as she turned back to Anton.
Opening her eyes wide as she leaned towards him, the kiochi looked up and bobbed her head at each of the dark elves as she made chomping sounds and mimicked biting at them. When she finished this she looked back at Anton with an expectant expression in her eyes.
“...Okay? ...Are you trying to say that you're willing to not bite me, but you still want to be able to bite the dark elves?” asked Anton as he cocked an eyebrow at her.
“Mm hm.” nodded the kiochi.
Anton rolled his head back as he began to laugh loudly.
“Why you little bitch!” snarled Fiona as she shook her fist at the kiochi.
“Humph!” growled the kiochi as she glared up at her in challenge.
“...Okay! ...Now! ...Hold on! ...All things considered!” chuckled Anton as he recomposed himself and smiled at the kiochi “...I feel like that, would be a fair compromise!”
“What!?” snapped Fiona.
“On the condition!” smiled Anton as he held up a finger and then pointed it at the kiochi “That you understand! That they will be allowed to respond to being bitten, in any manner that they see fit.”
“Mmm...” mumbled the kiochi before she shrugged in mock indifference.
“Alright then. So, other than that, do you have any other misgivings with the terms?” asked Anton.
The kiochi shook her head.
“So you're willing to behave yourself then?” asked Anton.
The kiochi nodded.
“Good.” said Anton as he leaned forward and held out his hands.
The kiochi cringed back for a moment before slowly lifting her chin up to make it easier for him to reach the clasps that held her gag in place. Staring straight up at the ceiling, she wouldn't look at him as he detached the plate from the head-harness and carefully peeled it away from her face, all the while gently pulling the gag out of her mouth.
When the gag was finally removed, the kiochi flexed her jaw a bit before turning to the side and coughing quietly. Keeping her head facing away from him, she shifted her eyes to Anton and gave him a silent but grateful look.
Nodding in acknowledgment, Anton shifted to the side and set the gag down behind himself in the back corner of his seat.
“So then, let's continue.” he said as he resettled himself and sat up straight “Since you've answered a few questions already. I think it's only fair that you get a chance to ask a few yourself now.”
Gritting her teeth at the grinning dark elves, the kiochi gave Anton a quick glance before looking away.
“...Are you gonna kill me?” she whispered softly.
“At the moment, no, I don't intend to.” said Anton “Of course that doesn't mean that I can't kill you. Just that at this time I don't plan to.”
The kiochi grimaced at the soft threat.
“So does that mean you're going to let those cunt elves kill me instead!?” she asked.
“No.” said Anton “But if you call them that again, I will let them hurt you.”
Blinking, the kiochi visually gulped as the dark elves quietly snickered.
“...So what are you going to do with me?” she asked as she shifted her gaze back to him.
“That has yet to be determined.” said Anton “There are several options that I'm considering. But I'd like to see where the night takes us before I make a final decision.”
“...Wait, what?” questioned the kiochi as she tightened her eyes “What does that even mean!?”
“By that I mean, I haven't decided what I'm going to do with you yet. When I have decided, I will let you know.” said Anton “Until then, you'll just have to be patient and thankful, that for the moment at least, your life is not about to end.”
“...Seriously!?” growled the kiochi “You were just spouting a bunch of bullshit about being “truthful” with me and that's what you're gonna say!? Really!?”
“That is the truth.” said Anton as he narrowed his eyes “I haven't decided what I'm going to do with you yet. Now, when I have decided, we will discus it further. Until then. You will just have to be happy with the knowledge that I am not planning to kill you. ...At the moment.”
The kiochi went to speak but stopped herself as she seemed to think better of it. With a frustrated sigh she let her glaring eyes fall to floor as she went silent.
Anton stared at her for a moment before he let his eyes soften.
“Well then, I think it's my turn to ask a few more questions now.” he said as he settled back into his chair “What is your name?”
The kiochi's jaw tightened in defiance as she continued to stare at the floor.
“...You know, it's very impolite to ignore someone who is talking to you.” said Anton in an even tone.
The kiochi shut her eyes with a sigh as she felt the warmth drain from the aura around her. The throbbing soreness returned to her chest as the air itself was left with an ominous weight.
“...Mica.” she mumbled in irritation “My name is Mica...”
“Mica.” repeated Anton with a nod “Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mica.”
“Likewise...” muttered Mica “It's just been an absolute pleasure...”
“Yes, I'm sure it has. So then, what clan are you from, Mica?” asked Anton.
“...Huh? Wait, what?” questioned Mica as she glanced up at him “Why the Hell would you wanna know that?”
“...Why, wouldn't I want to know that?” asked Anton as he registered what appeared to be legitimate confusion on Mica's face.
“Why would you wanna know that!?” demanded Mica “What does that even matter? Is this like a trick question or something? ...Or are you trying to steal my shit!?”
“What? No?” questioned Anton as he cocked an eyebrow “I'm not trying to steal anything from you? Wait, what exactly do you think I'm asking you?”
“You wanna know what clans I'm in!” exclaimed Mica “Which is just... A really weird thing to ask!?”
“Clans?” questioned Anton “You're in more than one clan?”
“Yeah, I guess. I main in only one. But I have secondaries that are in more than one clan.” explained Mica “Why do you even wanna know about this though!?”
“Really? Well that's interesting... I had no idea shinoccubi could be in more than one clan? I knew they'd marry outside their clans. But I didn't think any of them actually ever claimed more than one clan at a time?” said Anton “And “secondaries”? I'm guessing that means aliases? One's that can be in separate clans? Is that a new thing? Or was that always part of your traditions?”
“...What the Hell are you talking about?” questioned Mica “What traditions? Marrying who!? And why would being a shinoccubi mean I couldn't be in more than one clan!? Nothing you're saying even makes any sense!”
“It? ...Hold on. What are you talking about!?” asked Anton “Because I'm starting to think that we're not talking about the same things.”
“I'm talking about my clans!” exclaimed Mica “Which, again! I don't even know why you would ever care about them in the first place? That just doesn't make any sense!?”
“...How does that not make any sense?” asked Anton “Why wouldn't I want to know what clan you're from? That's such an obvious question.”
“...Whatever! Fine! I'll tell you my clans but I'm not giving you my usernames!” declared Mica “You can fuck off on those!”
“...Usernames?” questioned Anton.
“I main MKL66 but I have alts that are in both the BrassMafia and the KnivesOutClub.” explained Mica as a sense of smugness laced her tone “I'm not telling you who I am though. Seriously! The last thing I need is a bunch of fucks finding out that I'm a girl, or even worse, a cubi!”
“...MKL66?” questioned Anton “...Is that a real clan?”
“You're damn right it is! It's Multi Kill Legion! We're in the top 35 Divinity clans!” exclaimed Mica “Which is a pretty big deal considering we only got 28 members. And like at least 4 of those are alts. So even less really.”
Anton was clearly dumbfounded as he stared at Mica with a blank expression on his face.
“...Wait!” exclaimed Fiona as she pointed her ears straight upwards “Are you talking about Divinity, the video game!?”
“Yeah? I'm talking about my Divinity clans.” said Mica as she looked from Anton to the dark elf and back “Why? What else would I be talking about?”
“Your actual clan! Your real clan!” exclaimed Anton “Why in the world would you think I would want to know about your video game!?”
“I, I didn't think you did! I kept saying that was weird!” cried Mica “Those are my only clans though! I don't have a “real” one. Why would I?”
“...Why!? ...You! Of course you do! You have to!” stated Anton “You're here to kill someone, right!? So who gave you this job? Who sent you here!?”
“...Oh! That's what you mean.” said Mica as she blinked in understanding “You wanna know who I work for. Well why didn't you just say that?”
“I... thought, I did.” said Anton “I thought that was exactly what I was asking?”
“Well I didn't know that's what you meant!” exclaimed Mica “Be more specific!”
Anton went to speak but stopped short as he shook his head and sighed in defeat.
“Okay, fine, Mica.” he said as he recomposed himself “Who do you work for? And by that I'm asking who was it that sent you here?”
“Yeah, I'm not telling you that.” stated Mica “You can fuck right off.”
“Argh!” grumbled Anton as he dropped his head into his hand “Okay. You know what. Girls! Good news! It's looking like you're going to get to play with Mica for a few more hours.”
“Sweet!” exclaimed Fiona as she and Kianna both smiled wickedly.
“Wait, what!?” cried Mica as the excited dark elves began to menacingly, rub their hands together “No, no, no! Hold on! I'll tell you! I'll tell you!”
“Oh, are you sure you want to do that?” asked Anton as he folded his arms over his chest “The girls are clearly looking forward to playing with you some more. So do you really think it's a good idea to upset them by actually cooperating with me?”
“...Uh-um.” stammered Mica as she looked up at the glaring dark elves “...I, I don't know how to answer that question?”
“...Just tell me who sent you here, Mica.” mumbled Anton “And please, don't try to lie to me...”
“Okay, fine!” muttered Mica as the dark elves mimicked Anton by folding their arms over their chests as well “...It's Renegade. Okay! I'm with Renegade.”
“Renegade?” questioned Anton “Your clan's name is Renegade?”
“I guess?” said Mica with a tiny shrug “No one ever called it that. But they're the one's who sent me.”
“...No one called it that?” repeated Anton as he scrunched up his brow in question “...Wait? You're not talking about Renegade, Renegade? As in the agency, Renegade, are you?”
Mica's expression became smug as a thin grin spread across her face.
“That's right! So you know them, huh? Good! That should make this a lot easier then!” she said as she gave each of the dark elves a sneer “You can go ahead and let me go now. Before things get ugly!”
Sitting completely motionless, Anton stared at the kiochi for a moment as he seemed to be collecting his thoughts.
“...Are you being serious?” he asked as he narrowed his eyes at her “Or has all this been some kind of trick?”
“Nope! No tricks!” smiled Mica “And if you really know who Renegade is, then you should also know that they're waiting for me to report back in. And if they don't hear from me soon they'll-”
“Consider you dead, the mission a failure and write you off.” interrupted Anton “They may have told you that they'll send backup after you but that's not going to happen. Not with a blacklist mission like this. They'll give a mission like this one attempt. And if the agent fails then they'll wash their hands of it. Scrub their records clean and remove any and all connection they may have had to the mission. If you were counting on them to come and rescue you then you can forget that idea right now. No one is coming for you. At least not from Renegade.”
Mica's grin faltered as her expression went blank.
“I'm kind of surprised your Mother would be this cheap.” said Anton as he spoke to the dark elves “Especially considering how well off she supposedly is.”
“Huh? How do you know it was her behind this?” asked Fiona.
“Because I have no reason to think she isn't the one behind this.” said Anton as he waved his hand at Mica “The dark elves still don't know anything about us. So there is no reason to suspect them. And besides, Mica here, claims that she was instructed to kill me specifically and not you two. Who else would have wanted that to be the case besides your Mother?”
“Mm, yeah. That's a good point...” mumbled Fiona.
“So do you know who these Renegade people are?” asked Kianna.
“I do. They're one of the agencies that I was talking about before. They offer odd-jobs to capable people. Generally these jobs are on the up and up, but I've always heard rumors that they would accept blacklist missions as well.” explained Anton as he looked up at her “And I guess now we know those rumors are true. Not that it's surprising to me. You see, I've worked with Renegade before, and have no intention of working with them again. They're a ridiculously unorganized joke of an agency. And that's about the nicest way I can put it.”
“Wow, sounds like the perfect place for you then.” quipped Fiona as she grinned at Mica.
“Fuck you!” snapped the shinoccubus.
“That does beg the question though...” said Anton as he turned back to Mica “Why in the world would a shinoccubus like you ever be working for Renegade in the first place?”
“I don't know, because they hired me!?” snapped Mica “Trust me! I wouldn't be working for them if I knew those shitheads were gonna fuck me over like this!”
“Why are you even with them at all though? Why aren't you working through your clan?” questioned Anton “Are you on the run from them or something?”
“What is the deal with you and clans!?” cried Mica “I don't have a clan, okay? Seriously! Get over it! I don't even know what the Hell you're talking about!”
“...There is no way that you don't have a clan!” exclaimed Anton as he leaned forward in his seat “You're a shinoccubus! You have to have a clan!”
“Well I don't!” snapped Mica “And I seriously have no idea what you're even talking about! I've never heard anything about a clan before! Ever!”
“...Right. ...What realm are you from then?” asked Anton.
“What do you mean?” questioned Mica “Like a demon realm?”
“Yes.” nodded Anton “Which one are you from?”
“None. I'm not from any of them. I'm from Parnell.” answered Mica.
“...Parnell, in Cordelia?” asked Anton “You're from that Parnell?”
“Yes.” said Mica.
“...Parnell, as in the city Parnell?” questioned Anton “...As in you were born here, on this world, on Terra? ...In Parnell?”
“Yeah. As in, yeah, I was born in Parnell!” snapped Mica “Why are you acting like that's so crazy? It's a huge city. Lot's of people are born there.”
Anton went still for a long moment before settling back into his seat. He continued to stare at Mica for several more moments before he finally spoke again.
“...There's just no way. ...There's just no way the world could ever be that small.” mumbled Anton in a barely audible whisper “...She's from Parnell though. ...And she, she does look like them?”
“Huh?” questioned Mica “What are you mumbling about?”
“You're really from Terra? Truthfully?” asked Anton as he narrowed his eyes “You're not from Hell, or any of the realms?”
“Argh! Yes! I'm from Terra! And no, I'm not from Hell! Never even been there. Or any of the realms!” exclaimed Mica “Why do you even care about this so much!? Why does it matter where I'm from!?”
“...Mica, do you have a surname?” asked Anton.
“A what?” asked Mica.
“A surname. A last name.” explained Anton.
“Oh. Yeah, I do?” mumbled Mica “Why wouldn't I?”
“You do! Okay, have you had this name ever since you were born then?” asked Anton “The same last name that you have now?”
Mica had a puzzled expression on her face as she glanced up at the equally confused looking dark elves. Finding no answers with them, she turned back to Anton and regarded him with growing suspicion.
“...Yeah?” she answered slowly “I've always had the same name? What are you getting at?”
“...Mica, is your last name, Tajikara?” asked Anton.
Mica went completely still for several moments as she stared back at him.
“...Uh, wha, no!” she stammered as she blinked at him “No! It's, not!”
“...Mica. ...Are your parents, by any chance, named Leopold and Ila Tajikara?” asked Anton in a soft tone as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.
A broad smile slowly spread across Anton's face as he watched Mica's pupils dilate in the slightest way.
“No.” she chirped bluntly “Never even heard of em!”
Anton threw his head back and laughed.
“Unbelievable!” he exclaimed as he began to clap his hands together “This is just unbelievable!”
“Hey! I said no! They're not my parents!” cried Mica.
“Right!” chuckled Anton as he shook his head “And do they know what you're doing right now!?”
“They! They're not my parents!” growled Mica “And stop laughing at me!”
“Oh, they're not, huh?” said Anton as he continued to chuckle “So then if I were to give Leopold a call right now. And ask him if he has a daughter named “Mica” he'll tell me no... Right!?”
Mica went still as she merely stared back in silence.
“...Why don't we find out.” said Anton as he leaned to the side and reached into his pocket for his phone.
Anton slowed his movements as he watched the turmoil take shape in Mica's eyes.
“...Wait.” muttered Mica as she let her head hang and stared down at the floor “Just... wait! Please!”
Anton's head fell back as he began to laugh and clap his hands again.
“How the Hell do you know my parents!?” exclaimed Mica.
“Simple, I'm one of their clients.” smiled Anton between bouts of laughter “I've known and have been working with them for years now.”
“...Oh. ...Fuck!” growled Mica “...Will you stop laughing!”
“Oh! Who could have ever thought that those two would end up having a would be assassin for a daughter! Just unbelievable!” said Anton as he continued to chuckle “So then. Do your parents actually know what you're doing right now, or no?”
“...No.” mumbled Mica.
“Do they know that you're working with Renegade?” asked Anton.
“No.” repeated Mica.
“Mica, how old are you exactly?” asked Anton.
“...What?” asked Mica after a short pause “Why?”
“Because I can tell you're young, but I want to know how old you really are.” chuckled Anton.
“Yeah, like I'm really gonna tell you anything else about me!” snapped Mica as she raised her head enough to lock eyes with him “You can fuck off!”
“Hm... I want to know if you still live at home, Mica.” said Anton as he smiled back at her “Because I am going to call your parents. And when I do, I'd like to know beforehand whether or not they're actually going to come and pick you up. Or if you're going to be left out on you're own?”
Mica stared at him for a moment before grimacing and dropping her head back down with a sigh.
“...They, will, yeah.” she mumbled “They'll come, and get me...”
“Ah, I see. So then you're young enough that you do still live with them?” asked Anton.
“Argh! Fucking A! Yes! I do! Okay! And I'm 18! Okay! You happy now!?” snarled Mica “Do you know everything you need to know about me yet!?”
“Hm, 18...” nodded Anton “More adult than not, I suppose... Especially for a cubi.”
“What do you mean you guess!? I'm an adult!” snapped Mica “18 is an adult! You jackass!”
“Right. Sure it is.” chuckled Anton “It's also still young enough for you to be grounded though... Isn't it?”
Mica's pupils began to dilate in fury as she narrowed her eyes.
“...Mica, are you going to be in trouble when you're parents get here?” asked Anton as his smile became mocking “You did just try to murder somebody without their permission after all. So I'm guessing that your Mommy and Daddy are probably going to be pretty upset at you for that. ...Do you think they'll ground you? Or maybe they'll do something like take away your phone privileges?”
“...Shut, the fuck! Up!” hissed Mica.
“...Hm, I'm going to go ahead and take that as a “yes” then.” chuckled Anton.
Snarling in frustration, Mica dropped her head again and began to mumble incomprehensibly.
“...What was that?” asked Anton as he tilted his head to the side.
“I said!” snapped Mica “You won't be laughing anymore when my parents get here and see what your shit-colored bitches did to me!”
“What did you just call us!” exclaimed Fiona as she and Kianna both immediately flared their auras.
“...Is that right.” mumbled Anton as he began to rub his chin in thought “Interesting... Girls!”
The dark elves both froze from where they had been advancing on the glaring kiochi and turned to Anton in unison.
“I think we should go ahead and get Mica here cleaned up a bit before we call her parents.” said Anton with a grin “Could you two go upstairs and bring back a bowl to collect the, “decorations” in, and also a towel in case there's any bleeding. Please. ...And preferably a red towel by the way.”
“...Sure. Of course. Master. We'll be right back.” mumbled Kianna as she and Fiona both gave Mica another glare before making their way out of the dungeon.
“Thank you girls!” called Anton as he chuckled to the sounds of them grumbling to each other.
Mica's eyes stayed locked to the dark elves as she watched them leave. Once they were out of sight she turned her glare back to Anton.
“...So then. Tell me. Are your parents really more than they seem?” asked Anton.
Mica's eyes tightened as she stared right at him and said nothing.
“...Mm, I see.” nodded Anton as he read into her silence “That, is disappointing...”
“Excuse me!?” Mica exclaimed as she blinked at him “Disa- Who the fuck do you think you are!? Listen you shithead! Watch your tone! You might have beaten me but don't think that means a damn thing! My parents are the real deal and it's not going to go the same way for you again! Not with them!”
“Right, the real deal...” nodded Anton “Again, that is very disappointing...”
“You motherfucker!” growled Mica “Who do you think-!”
“Like I said before, I've known your parents for years now.” interrupted Anton “And I always found it endearing that despite the stigma that they faced for simply being what they are. They stayed dignified, and seemed to be doing everything they could to rise above the stereotype and live as peaceful, professional, upstanding citizens. I respected this about them. I truly did. And now that I'm hearing that may not be the whole truth... I can't help but to feel a bit disappointed... I'm honestly hoping that you're lying to me about this. I truly am...”
“Listen you ass! I-!” started Mica as she leaned forward and suddenly gasped in pain from the movement of her breasts.
“...Hm. You know. I honestly tried to make things easier for you. I really did.” grinned Anton as he shook his head “Didn't quite work though...”
“Huh!?” snapped Mica “What are you talking about!?”
“I'm talking about this whole... decorating, torture, thing. That the girls have going on with you.” explained Anton “I wasn't joking when I said I could tell that you were younger. And with that being the case, I thought I'd try and make things a little easier for you by giving the dark elves a few rules. Unfortunately for you though, that didn't work out. As they turned out to be quite a bit more creative than I thought they would be.”
“Yeah! That did not work out!” snapped Mica “That did not work out at all!”
“No, it didn't...” mumbled Anton “Still, things could have been a lot worse for you.”
“I don't see how!?” argued Mica as she carefully shifted her shoulders back and forth.
“Well, considering how Kianna wants to chop you up into little pieces. And Fiona wants to fold you in half and hogtie you with your own tail.” said Anton as he grinned mockingly “I'd say you still got off pretty easy.”
“Yeah! No! I didn't!” grumbled Mica as she looked down at her abused bust and went still for a moment “...Listen. ...Can you not, call my parents?”
“Excuse me?” asked Anton as he cocked an eyebrow in question.
“Can you not call them.” repeated Mica “Please. Can't we just, forget this? Or make a deal? Or something? I've got some money. It's not a lot, but I'll give you whatever you want.”
“You don't have anything I want, Mica.” said Anton as he shook his head “Especially not anything I want more than to tell your parents about this little fiasco. Truth be told, I honestly can't wait to see the look on your parents faces when they come to pick you up, as I'm assuming they're going to be pretty furious with you.”
Mica sighed in frustration and went to speak again but stopped short as the dark elves reentered the dungeon and made their way down to her and Anton.
“Request complete!” said Fiona as she waved a small red-colored hand towel at Mica.
“Would you like to remove the needles, Master?” asked Kianna as she came up next to Anton “Or should we do it?”
“Oh no, you two can clean up your own mess.” laughed Anton “I would watch your fingers though, as she technically does have permission to bite you.”
“Oh! Please, Mica! Please try it!” exclaimed Fiona.
Mica glared angrily as she looked back and forth at the two dark elves standing in front of her. Sighing through her nose she leaned her head back against the metal chair and closed her eyes.
“...Wait, seriously? Are you really going to behave yourself!?” cried Fiona as she poked at Mica's cheek “C'mon! You were the one who wanted this. Let's at least see some effort here!”
Clenching her teeth, Mica grimaced but remained silent and still.
“...Fine! Whatever! Be that way then!” mumbled Fiona as she reached down and plucked a needle out of Mica's breast “You're no fun anymore!”
Although Mica flinched and hissed through her teeth as each of the needles were removed, she stood strong in her resolve and refused to open her eyes or give in to the dark elves quiet taunting.
Surprisingly, there was actually very little blood flow, as each of the puncture wounds left by the needle-points were so tiny that they didn't cause much in the way of bleeding. What little there was would quickly stop on its own as the blood was wiped away with the towel.
“Feeling better now?” asked Anton as the last of the needles had been removed.
“...No!” mumbled Mica as she blinked open her eyes and hunched in on herself “...I'm still sore!”
“Hm. Not surprising.” nodded Anton as he leaned to the side and reached into his pocket “Kianna, here, can you take this, please.”
Pointing her ears straight upwards in intrigue, Kianna turned to him and took the small sealed bottle he held out to her.
“What is this?” she asked as she examined the green liquid within the bottle.
“It's a healing potion that will work on an Infernal.” explained Anton “It isn't holy in any way, so it'll heal Mica instead of burning her.”
“Oh, really. Well isn't that lucky...” mumbled Kianna as she turned to Mica and pointed her ears straight back “Hopefully it won't be too bitter for her!”
Mica's pupils constricted down to thin slits as she narrowed her eyes at the dark elf.
“It would be if she drank it.” chuckled Anton “But since we don't want her to spit it out everywhere, you can just go ahead and dump it on her head instead.”
“...Uh, okay!” smiled Kianna as she twisted the wax seal off the potion.
“Wait, what!? No! Stop!” cried Mica as Kianna immediately dumped the green, slime-like substance on her head.
Cringing away from Kianna, Mica hunched herself down into her shoulders and began to shiver as the potion was spilled out over her head. Within seconds the slimy mass was gone as it had instantly soaked down into her hair and skin before being absorbed into her body.
“Whoa... Cool!” exclaimed Fiona as she and Kianna watched the green substance rapidly disappear.
Letting out an exasperated breath, Mica shook her head before tentatively shifting her shoulders back and forth as she looked down at her breasts.
“Do they feel better now?” asked Anton “Good as new even?”
Mica glared up at him as she silently nodded.
“Good. Well then I-” started Anton before stopping short as Mica began to struggle wildly in her binds.
No longer hindered by the potential pain in her breasts, the snarling kiochi twisted and thrashed about as much as possible in her desperate attempt to wiggle free from the remaining straps. After nearly a solid minute of this she collapsed back into her seat and began to take in one exhausted breath after another.
“...Well that was pointless.” mocked Fiona as she planted her balled fists on her hips “Congrats on another failure, you stupid ninja-bitch. Gods alive, Mica. You really are a fucking loser!”
“Shut up!” roared Mica as she strained against her binds in anger “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”
The dark elves both began to laugh openly as Mica's anger grew into a blind rage.
“Shut up! All of you! Stop laughing at me!” cried Mica as she rattled her legs against the frame of the metal chair “I'm not a loser! I'm not a failure! I'm not! I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!”
Anton shook his head slowly as the dark elves continued with their snickering.
“And another thing!” snapped Mica as she locked eyes with Anton and began to speak through her clenched teeth “My tail is not ugly! Okay! It's not!”
Despite making an attempt to maintain himself, Anton couldn't help but to throw his head back and laugh as he took in the serious expression on Mica's face.
“Mica! You...! You are such a treat!” he exclaimed as he dropped his head into his hand and began to rub his eyes “Oh, this has been such a fun day!”
“Shut up!” screamed Mica before going back to the futile effort of struggling against her bindings “No it hasn't! ...I'm, gonna, get, out! And kill you all!”
“No, you're not, Mica.” chuckled Anton as he reached out and flicked her on the forehead between her horns “Now settle down before you hurt yourself.”
“Ow!” exclaimed Mica as she threw her head to the side in an effort to get away from his hand.
Seething with rage, the trembling kiochi slowly turned back to him and glared for a moment before sighing in frustration. Succumbing to her fatigue, Mica's eyes became strained and her shoulders slumped as she hung her head.
“...I hate this.” she grumbled softly “...Can I just go home now?”
“Yes, you can.” smiled Anton as he shifted to his side again and reached into his pocket “As fun as this night has been, I'd say it's about time to wrap things up.”
“...Wait. Hold on a sec.” said Fiona as she and Kianna looked at each other “You're not really gonna just let her go, are you!?”
Anton slowed his movements as his expression became stoic.
“She tried to kill you!” said Kianna as she pointed her ears straight back and glared at the kiochi “She deserves to pay for that!”
“Well, I wouldn't exactly say she hasn't paid.” reasoned Anton as he settled back into his seat “She has just been tortured after all.”
“Not enough though. Not even close!” exclaimed Kianna as her irises began to glow “You should make her suffer for what she did!”
“Now, now, Kianna. It may be true that she did try to kill me.” stated Anton “But her parents are good friends. And despite Mica's transgressions, I'm not going to continue to be cruel to their daughter.”
“Well, we could do it for you.” offered Fiona “You did say you wanted to see us get control of her, right?”
“...Yes, I did.” said Anton as his demeanor became thoughtful.
The entire dungeon seemed to become darker and full of quivering shadows as the two dark elves flared their auras and smiled viciously.
Mica instinctively pressed herself against the back of the metal chair as she cringed away from the heavy dread that now surrounded her.
“We could still do it. It's what we are after all, we just need someone to practice on, and she's perfect for that! Think about it! She's already trapped here!” Fiona exclaimed excitedly as her eyes began to glow in the shadow that now covered her face “And no one even knows she's here! We could do whatever we want with her, and no one will ever know!”
Mica's breath got caught in her throat as she gawked at the dark elf.
“Please, Master, please let us keep punishing her for you. We promise we won't kill her...” whispered Kianna as she smiled at Mica “We're just wanna make her scream, and beg for mercy...”
“Right, we won't kill her. We promise! So you can still just let her go later. And if we don't kill her, then it doesn't matter what we do, because you can always just heal her again!” reasoned Fiona “We could seriously do whatever we want! ...We could, we could bend her! And stretch her out, twist her up, and squeeze her so tight!”
“Oh. We could do worse than that...” added Kianna “We could whip her, decorate her again and even burn her like the bacon... Or, even better. You could show us how to burn her with our auras.”
“Oh, yes! She won't even be able to pass out from that! No escape!” hissed Fiona “We gotta hang her upside down first though. So she doesn't kill herself... Oh! We can even use her tail for that!”
“W-wait, what!? What the f-fuck!” cried Mica as her face took on a look that was a mix of terror and disgust “W-what are they talking about!?”
Anton stayed silent as he glanced from one smiling dark elf to the other and then stared at the clearly nervous looking shinoccubus for several moments.
“...Well. You girls can certainly make a convincing argument. But I'm sorry, the answer is still no. Like I said before, she's the daughter of friends, and it just wouldn't feel right to do any of that to her...” he said as he closed his eyes and shook his head “Don't be too upset though. I doubt Mica will be the last assassin that we'll have to deal with. Sooner or later another one is bound to pop up. And when it does, you girls will have something new to play with. Until then though, we'll just have to be patient, and continue to prepare ourselves as we wait.”
Fiona and Kianna both groaned in frustration as they folded their arms over their chests and pouted.
Mica let out a long breath as her face became relieved, her eyes quickly darted back and forth as she looked from Anton to the two disappointed looking dark elves and back.
“This is crazy. You people are all fucked up! And like, evil, or some shit!” she accused as she pulled against the jacket that held her arms bound.
“Well that's quite a rich judgment considering it's coming from a contract killer...” mocked Anton “And on that note. A word of advice for you, Mica. You should really look into a different line of work. I don't think you have much in the way of talent for assassinations.”
Mica stared at him for a moment before looking down at the floor in front of herself.
“Can I just go home now?” she mumbled as she continued to stare at the floor “Please!”
“Yes. I do think it's time for you to go.” said Anton as he again shifted to his side so as to finally pull his phone out of his pocket “We really do need to get you out of here. Before the girls actually change my mind...”