He made his way through the fallen ramparts, down a hidden stone stairway leading to the aquaduct and into the main chamber.He made his way through the fallen ramparts, down a hidden stone stairway leading to the aquaduct and into the main chamber. Kyra looked up at him from the stone. "My lover returns," she purred. He looked at her. She wore ornate filigreed gold breast cups, each ending in a three inch long, needle-sharp point. Gold serpents circled her upper arms, and a heavy gold belt went around her lithe waist. A cermonial dagger was strapped to her left leg. "Just in time," she told him. "Listen!" There was a faint scream, coming from the abbatoir below. "She's mine," Kyra said. Together they went to the lower level, Kyra pirouetting in anticipation. "I found her in Hamboldt," she told him. "She's an artist at the University. She saw me and fell in love. Romantic, wouldn't you say?" Kyra swung open the heavy iron gate. He saw her immediately, a young girl chained to the far wall, her limbs outstretched. She emitted a yell, but when she saw them, quieted instantly. Kyra danced over to her. "Tell my lover your name," she said. The girl looked up at her. "Marissa." Kyra went up to the girl and slowly untied her lace bodice. She pulled it off, then whipped around once with the dagger in her hand. Marissa gasped when saw the sharp blade. Kyra giggled, and in one fluid motion, cut away the rest of the girl's clothing. It fell to the floor in tatters. Kyra moved closely to her; the points of her breast cups pressed into Marissa's hot flesh. "Tell me what you desire, dear Marissa." The girl looked into her eyes. "I need...you," she breathed. Kyra covered the girl's mouth with her own. As they kissed, Kyra's tongue slid and probed like a snake, fighting with Marissa's as the other woman responded in kind. Kyra's hands encircled Marissa's waist, and she pulled herself closer. The spikes plunged into Marissa's breasts, and she screamed, but Kyra still held the kiss. Marissa's fingers flailed as she tried to grab hold of the chains, her legs kicked uselessly, and her eyes bored into Kyra's. |