"So yes, infiltration and exfiltration are sort of my specialties. By not blocking my skills or magic, you've made it quite easy to slip awa
"So yes, infiltration and exfiltration are sort of my specialties. By not blocking my skills or magic, you've made it quite easy to slip away from under your nose…" Rylia said.
She was once again sitting in her chair, perfectly visible as if nothing had happened.
"Impressive display," Lysander commented.
"Thank you, Mistress," Rylia replied.
"So… why are you still here then?" I asked.
"Well first of all, I have no idea what this collar does," she explained. "I saw you command those monsters, I have to assume the same commands are built into my collar too. Tracking? Remote kill? I know these collars are pretty sophisticated. I've already tested it, and like my previous high end collar, I'm not able to think lethal thoughts about you four, though I'm able to consider the specifics of killing Lothelea for instance. It's a subtle bit of mind control, most wouldn't even notice it."
Lothelea looked a bit uncomfortable. Staring at the master assassin nervously.
"Don't worry Lothy-dear, I don't actually want to kill you." Rylia added, holding up her hands in surrender. "It's just… I know I can if I wanted to. For my mistresses, I'm literally unable to conceive of killing them. Like… it just feels impossible and ridiculous to me. Like breathing a block of steel or eating the sun. And even though I know its mind control, I still can't wrap my brain around it. I know it probably should be possible to kill you four, but for some reason I'm just certain it's impossible. It's quite a neat enchantment."
"I guess it's good to know you won't be killing us in our sleep," Maddie said nervously.
"Nope, and I wouldn't want to even if it were possible. I might have considered killing Master Anthony, had I been able to give it proper thought. In retrospect, I'm glad he's dead. But for you gals? I don't get the same creepy feeling from you as I did from my previous master, and my intuition is pretty sharp. My Perception stat is in the high thirties."
"Right," I said.
"But, for the sake of argument, say I escape, and manage to slip out of a divinely crafted slave collar. What happens after? Where do I go? Do I try to hide in human territory when they'd likely send a tier four kill team of Royal Knights after me to hunt me down? Maybe I could escape into the corrupted wildlands and get raped to death? Perhaps I could survive the journey to another human controlled enclave... Oh wait, only two of them are without institutionalized demihuman slavery… and those ones just kill us all on sight. No… even for a fourth tier like me… the only alternative to slavery is death."
"So your best option is to find a master or mistress that won't mistreat you?" I guessed.
"No, even that's asking too much… Go ahead, torture me, rape me, spit on me, degrade me… I'm no masochist, but if that's what it takes to please you, then go ahead. All I want is to not die. We elves live a long time, you know, a thousand year natural lifespan and that's before factoring in the effects of my higher level. Maybe in a century or two things will be better… Maybe demihumans won't be slaves, maybe the Taint will finally be pushed back. As long as I'm alive, things can improve. That's my hope at least… it's what keeps me going. Sometimes it's hard to stay hopeful though," she said, with a tired smile.
"Well, we could probably use your skills," Maddie said thoughtfully.
"Order me and I'll obey but uuh… maybe I could make a small request?" she said nervously.
I gestured for her to go ahead.
"I'd rather not piss off too many humans. You start sending a dark elven [Shadowstalker Assassin] after people… especially important people… they're gonna start looking for dark elven [Shadowstalker Assassins] as the culprit. We're kind of infamous. Our skill set is pretty unique and we can pull of assassinations that many lesser assassin classes would find impossible. That makes it pretty obvious when one of us performs more than just the occasional isolated assassination. The lack of evidence we leave behind is a type of evidence of its own. So they'll look around, and if you choose to keep me legally, guess where the slave registry will lead them… I don't think there are many of us registered… We're rarely taken alive."
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"Indeed, that would be a problem," Lysander agreed.
"Right so uuh… setting aside my former career… I'm still a decent maid and exceptional sex toy. I'm also super gay, so by all means my dear Mistresses, sit on my face to your heart's content, I've got tongue skills as fine as my blade skills, the sort that only come with age and practice. Give me a try, I'm definitely game for it. But that's not all. There is literally no task too degrading for me to perform… Hell, I may be a lesbian, but tell me to suck a cock and I'll do it gladly. I want to live, that's all."
"Well you'll be nice and safe with us. We won't kill or torture you. None of us are as cruel as that Tony fucker, or the patrons of his brothel. We can probably keep you on full time maid and part time cunnilingus duty? Though maybe we could use you as a hidden bodyguard as well… I don't think we'll get in as much trouble for defensive counter-assassinations," I suggested.
"Yeah, I like that idea," Maddie said.
"If that is what my most merciful Mistresses desire, then I shall perform my duties as a maid and cunt licker with diligence, and wield my blade in your defense, removing threats before you even see them," Rylia nodded demurely.
"A combat maid… what a cliche…" Lysander muttered. I ignored her grumbling, because combat maids were awesome!
"Cool, I think that's my questions for now." I said.
The others agreed. We sent Rylia on her way.
"Well that's the maids done… We've only got what… eighteen more slaves to go?" I said.
"Indeed," Lysander replied.
I looked at Lothelea. "I never asked your age or class… Are you some sort of hidden badass too?"
"You don't like my ass?" Lothelea asked nervously, staring down at her waist.
"A badass is term for someone who is powerful and dangerous," Maddie explained.
"Oh… okay then…" she said a bit nervously. "I'm not a legendary [Shadowstalker Assassin] if that's what you're wondering. I'm a hundred and two years old, and a level twenty-four [Archivist]. I used to work in a library, copying books. I'm decent at mixing a cocktail, and keeping things organized, but with my civilian class, I'm useless in a fight. Um… so my ass is okay then?"
"Wow you're… surprisingly old," Maddie said, not bothering to hide her sudden discomfort.
Lothelea pouted at her, clearly hurt by the negative reaction. Elves were amazing, she was a century old but she still looked just like a girl in her late teens. Despite the eighty-year gap between them, I wouldn't have been able to guess that she wasn't the same age as Paintoy.
"I'm sure its lovely, but I haven't actually looked at your ass all that closely." I admitted.
Lothelea blushed purple, "Would you like me to… um…"
"Yes, by all means, show me," I replied immediately, with a lewd grin.
Lothelea got up and spun around. With her ankles spread shoulder width, she bent at the hips and lifted the hem of her dress. She wore stockings with a garter belt, but no panties. I got a wonderful view of her excellent ass, and delicious little pussy.
"Approved," I said.
"I concur," Lysander agreed.
"Guys, she's older than your grandma!" Maddie whined.
"And she had a fantastic ass too!" I said.
"Thank you, Mistress," Lothelea said, straightening up again.
"You into girls, Lothelea?" I asked.
"I'm used to serving men, but… I'm not adverse to serving a woman as well. It would be… a pleasant change. Ask and I shall gladly obey," she said coyly.
"Good to know," I grinned.
"Eww Tyler, seriously," Maddie scolded.
"Shut up and enjoy your mouse boy, slut," I grumbled.
"I just might…" Maddie harrumphed.