Immortal Master by Derek Shannon

Author:Derek Shannon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: willing slave, pain and pleasure, sex and submission, barebottomed spankings, joys of sex
Publisher: Chimera Books Ltd

Chapter Twelve

She stirred, drawing herself back to a waking state, aching all over, disoriented.

Then the memory of that monster in the dark, undressing her, assaulting her, made her bolt upright in bed - and she immediately regretted it.

Bed? No, not a bed, some sort of padded mattress on a floor, with a pillow and a white linen sheet covering her body, naked but for the collar still around her neck. She was in a small featureless room, the walls and floor made of the same metal as she'd seen in the temple. Lacking furnishings, it was more like a cell - except instead of bars covering the doorway there was a gauze-like curtain covering. Above her a steady egg-white light shone down through a six-sided opaque window. No, not a window. Could it be - electric? No, that made no sense. They were in the middle of the African wilderness. The nearest town didn't even have running water!

Her nipples rose beneath the sheet, and her sex twitched between the legs at the memory of the monster's assault - assuming it hadn't been a nightmare. She checked; there were still pink lines where the monster's tentacles had gripped her tightly. What the devil happened to her? Where were Cole, Brigid and the others? Were they attacked by that thing? Were they hurt, or worse?

A silhouette appeared behind the doorway curtain, before drawing the material aside and stepping within. It was a girl of Asian features and guileless beauty, with shimmering jet-black hair reaching her lower back, almond-coloured eyes and soft lips. She wore something from another time: a simple one-piece sleeveless tunic in white linen, thigh-high, with a plain white linen belt tied around her waist. The neckline was low, revealing not just ample cleavage but a white collar. Sandals adorned her tiny feet, and they clipped gently on the floor as she stepped inside and knelt beside Susannah. 'Good morning to you, sister. Welcome to Abyssar.'

Susannah pulled the sheet further up. 'Who are you? What am I doing here?'

The girl smiled with genuine warmth. 'My name is Jiyang. And you are here because you are most fortunate indeed. You were judged worthy to be one of the disciples of Zamael.'

'Zamael?'

'Yes. Zamael watches over us all.'

'But who is Zamael?'

'Zamael watches over us. He cares for us. He gives us eternal life.'

'Yes but, who is he?'

The young woman blinked, and then repeated, 'Zamael cares for us. He gives us eternal life.'

Was she imbecilic? She tried another tack. 'Where are my friends? The people I came here with?'

'Your friend with the hair like fire is nearby; she too was most fortunate.'

'There were men with us. What about them?'

'I do not know. I pray Zamael smiled upon them and spared their lives. Blessed be Zamael.'

Their lives? Thoughts of Cole in danger made her heart quicken. Her stomach grumbled; how long had she been asleep? 'I need to see them.'

'First, we must get you bathed and dressed to meet the Consort.'

'Who?'

'Mistress Deline, the Consort. Blessed be Zamael.

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