Death ALWAYS Wears Black – Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The man shaped shadow in the neighbor’s yard across the street had not moved in the last 20 minutes but it was entirely possible that Glenn’s eyes were playing tricks on him as his panicked mind worked overtime on his dilemma. It had been two weeks since the contract had been fulfilled by the assassin’s guild of Ar and he had yet to send them their payment, of course, they had not exactly sought him out either for their gold, but he was still extremely worried. Silas had seen what happens to people that do not pay on time; the Guild makes VERY harsh examples of them and takes their gold too. It is always wise to not hire the Guild unless one is completely desperate.

Radio static crackled in the man’s ear as he watched the house across the street. He knew the inhabitants were inside as he had watched them all enter earlier in the day, even though the house was completely dark. He radioed back to his Lord the situation and continued to wait in the shadows as the rest of his team closed in on the house to prevent any escape before Lord Krinn arrived.

A long metallic grey limo pulled up out in front of the house and Silas almost had a heart attack, Lord Krinn himself was here. His infraction of not paying for the contract must have been considered incredibly severe for the master of the Guild himself to come. Silas quietly told his wife to hide Cynthia, their 17 year old daughter, in the crawl space then rejoin him. Marla quickly grabbed Cynthia’s hand and dragged her upstairs to the master bedroom and opening the secret panel in her husband’s closet, pushed Cynthia into the crawl space/panic room that had been hidden there then quickly returned to the living room just as someone knocked on the front door. Silas sighed audibly then snapped on the lights in the room as he walked into the foyer, turning on the lights there as well. Last, he switched on the porch light before unlocking and opening the front door and allowing the men there to enter.

“Lord Krinn, good eve to you.” Marla heard her husband say as he bent low to the first of the three men that entered. The man apprised Silas as he took off his black leather duster, the second man in line taking it dutifully from his master and draping it protectively over his arm, not bothering to remove his own duster, nor the man behind him either.

“Silas, I missed you at council last week. I had expected to see you and receive payment for the work my guild did for you. It must have slipped your mind…perhaps you confused the date of the last council?” Lord Krinn replied in his deep, velvety voice after a full appraisal of the man he called Silas. Silas shivered at the sound of Lord Krinn’s voice, the fear visible in his eyes. Marla shivered too but for an entirely different reason as her panties began to get moist from arousal. This man dripped with masculinity and raw sexual power and from all the years she and Silas had spent in the Gorean lifestyle, her body reacted to it automatically. Lord Krinn turned his attention away from Silas and glided like a dangerous predator into the living room to her, “Ahh Marla, it is good to see you again. It has been what? Two years since you graced us at council at Silas’ feet?” he purred at her as he took her fingers in his strong hand and softly kissed the inside of her wrist, softly scenting her perfume with a light inhale as his lips made her heart hammer in her chest. She felt dizzy with lust as her juices gushed into her already moist panties, her brain screaming that this man was death incarnate and he was standing mere inches from her.

“Ye…Yes Lord Krinn…two years Sir. Please, would you care to make yourself comfortable? Can I get you a drink?” she stammered as she slowly but carefully slipped her fingers from his grasp so as not to offend him. Slowly she sank to her knees in front of him, looking at his highly polished black leather boots as she assumed the Nadu pose, the backs of her hands resting palm up on the tops of her lush thighs, knees wide apart and back straight as a rod. He chuckled appreciatively as he walked past her and sat in her master’s favorite chair, Silas unable to do anything about it as she had welcomed death into their home.

Lord Krinn pondered for a minute or two then said in that voice that made her want to throw herself at his feet and beg for him to use her as he pleased, “I will take three fingers of scotch girl. I know Silas has some Glen Livet stashed somewhere.”

She turned toward the bar in the corner of the room and crawled across the floor in total subservience to Lord Krinn as her husband watched from the foyer, huddled in fear and incapable of any resistance as Lord Krinn’s eyes bored through him. Icy fingers clutched his entire chest and he thought it would be best if his heart exploded right now ending what he was sure would be hours or days of torture.