She didn’t move , merely watched the thief king with her cold, dead grey eyes. The man circled her slowly, taking in her long legs , the muscles of her bare abdomen and her arms .Her fingers were long and elegantly shaped , but her nails were cut brutally short. He pinched her chin brutally between his fingers , forcing her to look into his eyes.
“Rather plain piece aren’t you? Save for this perhaps..”
He grabbed a handful of her long thick hair , yanking it hard.
“I don’t need beauty to give a man pleasure, milord.”
She whispered, her rich husky voice belying the truth of her words, as her long fingers sought out the ties on the man’s tunic.
He slapped her hands away roughly, barking,
“I say when we begin , girl.”
And wrapped his fingers in her hair , forcing her down to her knees before him.
She immediately took a submissive pose, going to her knees , and crossing her arms behind her, her gaze averting down.
“You’re a good girl , I see. Perhaps I shall have fun with you.”
Standing before her he pulled his semi hard cock from his breeches and slapped her roughly across the cheek with it. She opened her mouth dutifully for him , holding her jaw relaxed even as he slammed his cock so hard into her mouth it scraped her teeth. She suckled and ran her tongue along his member as best she could as he ground himself against her mouth , his belly pressed against her nose.
Fortunately for her he came fast, but he came hard, his thick semen choking its way down her throat, leaving her no choice but to swallow. But still no emotion crossed her cold grey eyes and she stayed kneeled her hands still crossed behind her.
“On your feet girl.”
The thief king grunted as he slid his cock from her mouth.
She stood slowly , her gaze still averted as the man walked over to the edge of the bed and sat.
“So you are a dancer? Then dance for me , whore.”
Her arms sliding to her side she moved towards the bed, her hips undulating like a snake as she walked . She stopped before him and she started to move, raising up on the tips of her toes as she danced.
Her hips rolled before him, tiny beads in the sheer gauze of her skirt catching the light as she danced. She spun about , her silky hair brushing against the man as she turned.
He chuckled and caught her by the hip , pulling her closer as she danced , until she was standing between his thighs her hips still rolling and undulating .The man leaned forward to lick at her nipple , erect against the thin fabric of her bodice . Her arms moved up , hands brushing against her own curves , her fingers twining in her own hair.
“Maybe you aren’t so plain..”
The man whispered, still licking at the soft flesh of her breast , her nipple, as her hands moved with a purpose inside her own long thick hair, moving towards what appeared to be a tiny comb , a small cheap jewel that decorated her rich locks.
With a flick of a wrist she freed the jewel from her hair and slid out the 12 inch long blade. The blade was as thin as grass but sharper than a diamond, and it slid very easily into the soft flesh of the man’s throat , and just as easily out the other side.
The thief king didn’t even have time to scream, he could only gurgle a trickle of blood from his lips as he clumped forward against her. She stepped back slowly letting the man’s corpse slumped to the ground, as she slipped the dagger back into her hair.
That was the easy part, she thought to herself, now comes the hard part. She yanked the rings from the dead man’s hands and jerked his body from off the floor , dropping him unceremoniously on the bed and throwing the coverings over him.
Moving back to the chair he had sat in before she turned it to face yet again the fire and picked up his wine decanter from the desk. She looked at the fire a moment then tasted the wine in it. She nodded a bit and smiled. It was a good vintage, a bit rich for her tastes and the absinth in it spoiled the bouquet but otherwise a good wine.
Hoping her informants had been correct she cleared her throat and in a voice that matched to the pitch the man she had just murdered she barked,
One of the guards that had brought her into the room stuck his head in the door.
“I had an accident with the girl, take care of it for more.”
She could hear the jiggling of the rings in the man’s ear as he nodded,
“They just don’t make em like they used too , eh Gibson?”
“No boss I guess they..”
His voice trailed off as he looked at the body he had just unwrapped on the bed. The man went to shout but without moving from her chair or even turning the woman flung the thief kings dagger behind her , catching Gibson between the eyes, the blade sinking deep into the man’s brain.
He fell forward onto the body of his boss. Two down , a bunch to go.
Stepping leisurely towards the door , she opened it slightly and looked out. The other guard was watching a whore dance on a nearby table. The whore had her skirt flung up high enough to show her hairy pussy , and she was kicking her legs up high, but in her drunkenness she swaggered and swayed and eventually fell off the table al together, much to the laughter of the men and women around her.
The guard himself chuckled slightly and that’s when the woman grabbed him by the back of the head , with a brutal twist she turned his head until he was looking at her , though his torso was still facing the opposite direction. His neck broke a dull crack and she stepped back as the body slumped to the floor.
She dragged the body of the guard into the room and checked it, gathering from it what weapons she could find from both the guards and the room of the thief king.
She dipped her finger in the blood at the thief kings mouth and moved to a nearby wall. There she painted a mask, a little reminder for the next silly mortal who dared call himself the God of Thieves.
Breaking off a chair leg and wrapping it in fabric soaked with oil she made herself a make shift torch and with a spirit born of resolution she stepped out the door to greet what remained of the thieves den.
The woman grimaced as she flicked a piece of grey matter off her arm. It looked like brain mater but how did she? Then he turned and looked at the thief by the window who she had beat with a club as he had screamed and tried to claw his way out. Yes, that’s where the brain matter had come from.
With a great deal of difficulty she got out of the last chair that remained unbroken. It was quiet in here now , peaceful even, with the fire place roaring behind her , even though the smell of burnt flesh and hair was extremely unpleasant , what with the whore roasting still inside it.
The thief she had hung from a rafter twitched and she gave his leg a yank to make certain he was dead. Unfortunately the rope held but his neck didn’t and the corpse fell to the floor , his head rolling behind him a few moments later and splattering the woman with a spray of blood and viscera.
She grimaced and wiped it off but it wasn’t going to help much. She was head to toe blood , the sheer gauzy material of her dancers costume was soaked with it , and she had to keep wiping her forehead because it dripped into her eyes. But there was nothing to be done for that now, she had done her job , killed the thief king and all 128 of his followers.. Then she stopped and looked around, counting the bodies around her. She was missing 40 ..She was missing 40 thieves.
She started moving more rapidly towards the door , limping for she had most certainly not escaped without being wounded. If she didn’t leave soon , if she didn’t get healed, she would die . If she didn’t leave soon and the other 40 returned, they would kill her before she could die.
As she rushed to the door she grabbed a mans filthy cloak and rubbed it across her mouth and forehead, still tripping and stumbling as her own blood was now mixing with that of the thieves‘. She had almost made it to the door , was almost to freedom and the Temple in the alleyway several block away that would heal her, almost , but the door swung open.
The remainder of the thieves den had been on a large job, the woman’s informants had neglected to tell her that . But the job was over now and they stepped back into their lair wide eyed at the destruction.
The forty men looked at the bodies all around them, they looked at their king , who he had propped up in his chair and moved to the doorway so his corpse could ‘watch’ what she did to his men.
They looked at her. She crouched down and let the dagger in her sleeve slip down to her waiting hand. If she was to die now , she would die like the demigoddess she was , not like the street whore her mother had been.
The thick scent of fresh urine joined the myriad other foul smells that accompany a blood bath such as this, as one of the forty promptly pissed himself in terror.
Another of the men stammered softly,
“Her face ..in blood she bears the..”
Another man whispered , and the man who had pissed himself murmured,
“It is Mask!”
Her cold grey eyes hid her surprise, the blood on her face was in the shape of a mask . They thought she was her master! But she said simply.
“No ,I am not Mask.”
But as she spoke all the forty were hitting their knees , bowing before her.
“Please Goddess Spare us !”
They pleaded as she spoke. She sneered as the realization dawned on her of what she could gain.
“I will spare you , but you must give me worship as is proper and I shall teach you how to destroy your oppressors.”
Her rich husky voice moved through the terrified crowd like a drug into a vein. Sweet and intoxicating.
In response the forty thieves prostrated themselves before her , one of them whispering,
“But what shall we call you Goddess?”
“I am Nightfall, The Mistress of Pain. The Goddess of slaves, thieves, murderers and whores.”
She felt the surge that rippled through her body as the men called out her name . The power that awakened her birthright. She heard her Master’s scream of rage and she laughed. The Goddess Nightfall had been born..