RoxTheCasbah: Alright, but I want all the dirt later.
CerezaOnTop: Of course.
RoxTheCasbah: What can I do for you?
CerezaOnTop: I’ve prepared a statement. I want it sent out to all members with no exceptions. And I need it to be untraceable.
RoxTheCasbah: Easy peasy. Is that it?
CerezaOnTop: Yes, that’s all for now.
RoxTheCasbah: Send it to my home email, not my work address. And make sure it’s encrypted. I’ll take care of the rest.
CerezaOnTop: Understood.
RoxTheCasbah: You want it go out today?
CerezaOnTop: As soon as you can, yes.
RoxTheCasbah: Cool. I’m on it.
CerezaOnTop: Thanks, Roxy. I’m going to be off on a little getaway until things cool down. When I get back, we’ll do lunch and I’ll dish all the juicy details.
RoxTheCasbah: You better!
* * * * *
*WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP*
Alexia’s crop lacerated her slave’s ass over and over. The young man was bound on a padded spanking bench, his leather-clad body blending in nicely with the glossy black fuck-furniture. Only his ass and head were free from constricting leather and metal. His ass flap hung open as she slashed away at his reddened flesh. It was easy to picture Cereza’s face on those punished ass cheeks after what had transpired the day before.
*WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP*
“AHHHHHHHH!!!”
The slave grunted and howled as her blows rained down. She varied the force, but few were gentle. Alexia’s cock grew harder with every blistering swat into his well beaten bottom. It jutted out from the unzipped opening of her shiny, blue latex bodysuit. Pre-cum drooled from her glans and her face was flush red. Alexia was giddy with lust and control. Lately, she couldn’t decide which she enjoyed more; beating him or fucking him.
After a few more particularly hard strikes she relented and tossed the crop aside. Alexia stalked around to his front, her boot heels echoing off the floor. She grabbed him by the hair and raised his head off the bench. The haughty brunette ducked down so they saw eye to eye.
“Why are you being punished, slave?”
“Because I didn’t make your tea properly, Mistress!”
“How many sugars do I take?”
“Th-Three sugars, Mistress!”
“You’re not going to forget again, are you?”
“No, Mistress Alexia!”
She dropped his head, seized her cock and stroked it up and down hungrily. She’d almost cum from the fear in his voice, alone. It was time to feed this bound fuck-boy his lunch. She had a half hour until her next meeting and she was going to enjoy every minute.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
Alexia ceased her masturbation and turned toward the office door, already annoyed. “Fucking hell… I specifically said ‘do not disturb.’ WHAT?!?”
The door opened a crack and a voice emanated from outside. “My apologies, Chief Matron, but a matter of some importance…”
“Oh, Lieutenant Katherine. Please, do come in.”
The tall, blonde enforcer entered and quickly shut the door behind her. The buxom woman’s latex creaked around her body as she entered. Her shoulder guards, arm guards and guns clinked with each step until she came to a stop. Katherine was no longer surprised to see Alexia with her cock out and enjoying a bound slave in her office. Such occurrences were common now, even among the Chief Matrons.
The Umbran Enforcer removed her cap and bowed before beginning. “Mistress Alexia, there’s been a communication from Bayonetta you should see right away.”
Alexia’s look grew concerned as she strode to her desk. “A communication to whom?”
“Everyone.”
The Chief Matron didn’t bother to zip herself up before leaning down and checking the terminal at her desk. She found the message Katherine spoke of immediately. It was from an anonymous source, yet marked with a high priority flag.
“My Umbran Sisters,
Recently a Lumen plot was unveiled due to fateful circumstance. The activities of Father Olvey were a threat to our entire order and needed to be stopped. Stopped they were by the actions of many valiant Sisters and our dominance in this region was maintained.
I have taken the extraordinary step of speaking to you directly about this matter without the approval of the Chief Matrons. I did this because I feel every Sister needs to know what happened. This was no minor operation on their part, but a major power play. Olvey and his sages successfully summoned a demon from the Inferno for the first time in hundreds of years. Their goal was to strip us of the enhanced abilities bestowed on us by Marioch; the one we call Phalleus. Thankfully, their end game was denied.
Marioch now lies imprisoned at my breast. His power is mine to call upon when I choose. His contracts are mine to uphold or cancel. I say this not to threaten or boast, but to offer transparency. I have created a stone to rival the power of the Eyes of the World. My goal in doing so is not to rule the Umbra, but to liberate us.
We all know the price of a witch’s power. The brutal and unending torment that awaits us at the end of this long road. I am no longer content to accept this as inevitable. I will harness the power of the Inferno to challenge the celestial order itself and, if need be, wipe it away completely. You may think this endeavor arrogant or foolish, but I would ask that you place your trust in me. I am doing this for all of us.
Finally, I must address the effects of Marioch’s power on the Sisterhood in recent years. I don’t need to tell you how it’s changed us. Our lust and desire for sexual conquest strengthens and drives us, but also blinds us in many ways. It has caused some sisters to cast aside their better judgment. To sacrifice compassion and consent to sexual frenzy.
The Lumen are willing to brainwash, kill and even sacrifice themselves in the pursuit of power. They have little regard for human life beyond how it strengthens their order. If we do not wield our power responsibly, we are no better. And I will not stand idly by if I feel any of my Sisters have become like our enemy.
You may not believe this, but it was not our power, our lust or our will to dominate that saved us on the battlefield. It was love. Without the clarity that love provided at the crucial moment, we might well have been weakened, defeated or worse.
Embrace love for your submissives and nurture their affection for you. If there is no romance to be found, at least abuse them lovingly and always care for them after. If they don’t enjoy our games, set them free. This is how we demonstrate the Umbra are worthy of the power we wield. That is how we prove we’re better than the Lumen.
Love may yet save each and every one of us. If, indeed, we can be saved.
Your Sister in Arms,
Bayonetta”
An avalanche of emotions descended upon Alexia.
Anger that Bayonetta had enacted her own plan without consulting Umbra leadership. That she’d sent this message without the Matrons approval and left Alexia and many other Sisters in an embarrassing mess the other day.
Relief that she hadn’t revealed what a fiasco the operation was or that Cereza had pretty much single-handedly saved the day.
Suspicion about her claims regarding Marioch and, even if they were true, what her real motives would prove to be. Only time would tell. Calling upon the denizens of the Inferno was a skill known by all in their order, but imprisoning a demon? For personal use? That was uncharted territory, even for the Umbra.