Tracking 8

Denna made her way through the mostly empty halls of the slave quarters.  She mimicked perfectly the submissive but incredibly seductive gait of the few other pleasure slaves she encountered.  Fortunately, few slaves and no staff appeared to be about this late at night.  Finally, she found herself in the dimly lit underground training portion of the building.  Moving silently through the marble and stone hall she followed the only faint sound she could hear.  As she got closer to the source she realized she was listening to the soft quiet moans of sapphic  pleasure.  Silently opening and peering inside one of the training rooms revealed the source of soft mews of lust, and her goal.  Her eyes widened at the sight of her lovely Aetherea kneeling between the slightly spread legs of a leather clad trainer. 

Three silent steps brought Denna within arms reach of the trainer.  The distracted woman noticed a flicker of a shadow in the dim light.  She looked up and her eyes barely widened in surprise before the hard sharp edge of Denna’s chopping hand crushed her throat.  Before the pain of her damaged larex could register, a following blow to the temple rendered her unconscious.  She fell in a heap in front of the kneeling Aetherea without making a sound.

Denna kneeled and gently cupped Aetherea’s face in her hands and looked deeply into the sea green eyes of her lover.  What she saw disturbed her.  No spark of recognition.  None of the love, intelligence, wit, and spirit that was Aetherea was evident in the big beautiful eyes that looked back at her expectantly. 

“Aetherea, it me.  I’ve come to take you home,” she whispered as she brushed a lock of her girlfriend’s shimmering red hair from her eyes.

For a second she saw a flicker in deep pool of those captivating eyes, and then then her  beautiful  partner answered, “Yes Mistress.”

Denna controlled her shock and clamped down on the startled fear and fury that those words stirred in her heart.  She was a warrior, and she was on a mission.  She understood that Aetherea was not herself, but she also knew that escaping the Prince’s fortress was the first priority.  Looking around she spied the unconscious trainer crumpled on the floor.  She had an idea.

“Baby, we are getting changed and we are getting out of here.”

“Yes Mistress.”