Masks of our forefathers (closed for La Reina)

Shaundi heard the footsteps and she grasped her sword in both hands. She hadn't unsheathed it yet, so she didn't think she could get into too much trouble, but if those confident long strides told her anything she might have too. She felt relief when she recognized the mask. She shook her head at the two idiots who were possibly thinking that Zahl was injured, tired, and outnumbered. They knew him so little.

Shaundi slowly approached being careful of the two idiots on the ground moaning and grabbing their heads. She stopped an arm's length from Zahl. "I disobeyed you? When? When you told me to stay in the house go stir crazy wondering if you were going to die AND THEN you saw me anyways and put me in that chair to sit and WATCH you die?! Is that when I disobeyed you?!"
 
Zahl the executioner

He had to smile, so much fire in her, a fire to handle and bend, but never to extinguish. Outwardly he did not show a slight nudge of emotion.

"Was your believe in your own innocence so little that you thought that I would die? Faith is what saved me today, Faith in justice and truth. You told the truth of your innocence and now you stand here, while you should be setting food on my table. Now what is the reason that should spare you from the whip? Or would you prefer me beating you with a fist."

He was being hard nosed and he knew it, he of course had a reputation to uphold, but already he was thinking of her naked body and that softened his resolve.
 
"Faith?!" Shaundi snorted. "Faith had little to do with your skill. I was justified in my actions of killing that arse, but I did not want to see you injured for it." Shaundi stepped closer. Now if he decided to grab her she couldn't stop him if she wanted too. Her hand gently went to his side and traveled up finding the injuries he had taken on her behalf. Her eyes were saddened and she hated that damn mask he wore. She wished he would take it off, but she knew he wouldn't here.

"If it is food you wish upon your table than let's go to your home. Food would be prepared as you rest. You went through a lot." Almost as if her body was reminding her she had too did her chest hurt. She gasped and her eyes widen, but she didn't falter. Just a twang of pang to remind her she had been close to dying herself. Voice shaky she tried to shrug off the pain and continue the conversation. "What tis you wish to dine upon?"
 
Zahl the executioner

"You are going nowhere until the surgeon clears you to leave. And judging from your face, you are not ready to leave just yet"

He himself had to stay as well, but she did not need to know that,

"Come, the surgeon will want to look at the wound that you had reopened."

He took her by the shoulder and steered her towards the room she awoke in, he entered with her and closed the door behind them.

"Now take off those clothing and get on the table, I will wait with you for the surgeon."
 
Shaundi wanted to argue, but he was right. She wanted to know what the surgeon would say about her fate. She glanced down and indeed the wound was bleeding slightly. She let Zahl turn her about and head back to the cold gray steel room. "I hate this room. It's so sullen and gloomy. It looks like a place for death."

Shaundi disrobed and put the white linen that had fallen onto the floor back upon her naked body. She didn't like being naked, but she was comfortable around Zahl to be wearing nothing. Shaundi climbed upon the table, but stayed sitting as she waited for Zahl to sit next to her. "So am I free now? Am I the wife now? What about your injuries? What happens now?" So many questions.
 
Zahl the executioner

He shook his head,

"The trial was just to prove your innocence to the magister, you are still my slave. My wounds are not serious so I will survive, you took a bad hit and will have the best we have to offer. Now it depends on what the people hunting you are capable of. They could ask for a re-trial and I will have to fight again, or they can get their king to declare war...but I think he knows better than to challenge us over the live of one person."

He looked around him,

"At least it cleans easier than white."
 
Shaundi listened and shook her head. No the death of one of their own would go unpunished for now. They had tried and failed to recapture her and the protection of Zahl was too high for them to demand more. No, Shaundi was sure they wouldn't try again or at least she didn't think they would.

Shaundi opened her mouth to argue the white part when the door opened and an elderly in the light gray she had ever seen entered the room. He was slightly bent over and his mask was something that covered his face than was intimidating. It only went over half his face leaving the bottom half exposed. Shaundi could see when he was smiling and frowning and right now he was frowning.

"Woman you have reopened your wound and you've somehow managed to wake up even though the sleeping agent I gave you should have you sleeping for at least another hour. My guards are injured and I still have to get HIM," The surgeon pointed to Zahl, "to stay still long enough for me to close his own wounds. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Shaundi smiled. He was like a father to a child. She liked him. "I wanted to make sure he was safe."

The surgeon looked from Zahl to Shaundi and back again. She hated that damn mask, because she couldn't properly read his face. She assumed it had something with everyone knowing she was a slave and taken against her will to be Zahl's. He was probably surprised and trying to read her. "Come on let's go examine you and let her rest," the surgeon finally said to Zahl.

"No," Shaundi started to panic. She didn't want Zahl to leave.
 
Zahl the executioner

He shook his head,

"Her first, she is very valuable."

The surgeon nodded,

"I heard that you paid a large sum for her, but your wounds..."

Zahl raised a hand,

"I've been through worse Dalco, look after her."

Of cours he did pay a large sum for Shaundi, but she was valuable to him in more ways than they would ever understand. The surgeon turned to Shaundi and motioned for her to lie down, Zahl looked as Evan Dalco, surgeon to the Magister himself inspected and tended her wound. He was not happy as he clucked and tutted, his deft fingers moving with sureness and pretty soon he was finished with her.

"Now you better stay for a while for the wound to set and no fighting,"

he turned towards Zahl,

"Now master Zahl, you have lost enough blood to kill a man."

Zahl heaved a sigh and got up, he pulled off his shirt exposing the nicks and huge cut down his back. From the ensuing silence Zahl knew that it looked bad and yes it hurt like hell. He sat down at the foot of the table that Shaundi laid on and the surgeon started to fuss with the smaller cuts first.
 
Shaundi wondered how much is this 'large' sum. How much was she worth? She kept her mouth shut though she was sure Zahl saw the questions in her eyes. She agreed with the surgeon and wanted Zahl to be looked after first, but the surgeon turned to her and she for once let the surgeon do what he needed. He held her down and gave her a warning to which she nodded her head.

Shaundi was afraid Zahl was going to leave and she started to sit up. She settled back down when he pulled of his shirt. "Fooking shizer. You let me get patched up first when you look like.. how the fook are you standing?" Shaundi's anger was evident, but she shut her mouth and let the surgeon work on him.

"You know what the worse part of this is?" Shaundi didn't wait for an answer. She wasn't going to get a 'what' from the surgeon or from Zahl so she kept talking. "We can't practice with the katana or the sword until we're both healed and it'll probably be forever. Or sex." Shaundi sighed. The sex was good, but now he was all injured and wounds would be reopened. Nope sex and fighting was definitely out. Damn.
 
Zahl the executioner

The surgeon smiled at the comment about sex, Zahl found it funny, but at that moment the first needle pricked through his skin and dug deep to come out on the other side of the wound. Its going to be a pain in the ass, but he was pretty sure that he would still perform his duties. Zahl smiled behind his mask, glad that the surgeon did not try to use anaestetic, he would not have been happy. Cleaning the wound naturally made it sensitive and now the needle ran through that sensitive skin and flesh to pull them together.

"As soon as your wound has healed properly I can continue your training. Since I will not use both arms."

The surgeon just grunted his approval, he knew that Zahl was a grown man who out of experience knew how to treat a wound. When he finally finished, Zahl got off of the table and pulled his shirt back on again, it was actually strange that he found the pain a slight turn on.

"Now both of you will rest your wounds and I'm sure that if Zahl wants sex, he'll get it without disturbing your wound."

The surgeon looked smug as he left and Zahl grinned behind his mask, the old man knew just how to make light of a dangerous situation.
 
Shaundi sighed. "I think I was getting pretty good at the sword. I'm not as strong as Zahl here, but I was quick." Shaundi slowly smiled. "And I was pretty good at the sex I think. It was explosive. Like my thrusts with the sword. I think I could have helped you Zahl in the arena if you let me." Shaundi was talking to the two men not bothering to filter her words. She didn't really think they were paying attention to her and let her ramble.

Shaundi turned to Zahl when the surgeon finally finished. She blushed and shook her head. "But I can't promise I won't disturb his. It's out of the question." Shaundi turned to Zahl and her smile got bigger. "Totally out of the question. Nope, Nope, no."
 
Zahl the executioner

He looked at her, her reactions was curious, not normal. He leaned closer to her and examined her eyes,

"Ah I see the draught is still in your system. I'm sure that pretty soon it will work out."

He sank gratefully into the chair and heaved a sigh,

"What a long day this have been and I still have to make my rounds."

He tilted the face of his mask to her,

"I'll guess that you would like to come along."
 
"What is the draught," Shaundi asked frowning. She watched Zahl who looked so weary. She sat up, though she was sure he was going to tell her to lay back down. She didn't want to. She was already getting dressed and ignoring any protests otherwise. She didn't want to stay naked, though she was showing her naked body to her Master in the room to get covered. That thought never crossed her mind. She didn't care if he saw her nakedness. She did care if others did though.

"Really?" Shaundi paused staring at Zahl. She could accompany him on this rounds; protect the city, kick some ass. That would be awesome. Shaundi looked at Zahl. "Please, may I? I promise to be good, besides you need to rest. Let me do the hard work" Shaundi gently pressed him back as she straddled his hips.

"Rest and command your slave to do your will. Tell her to cut down the citizen that dares to defy your will." Shaundi stroked her hips up and down his hardening shaft. "Tell me what you want me to do," she whispered in his ear. "And I will." Shaundi jumped off laughing. She was so excited and happy. She had purposely just teased Zahl and was laughing making sure to be out of arm's range.
 
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Zahl the executioner

"Draught as in what the doctor gave you to sleep."

Then she was on his lap, her body grinding into his and her words echoed through his mind, then she slipped away and he looked at her. Seems like the fact that she was alive and now free from doubt among his people made her much more alive and happy.

"Anything I command? Well then my willing slave, I command you to finish what you have started."

He grinned behind his mask,

"And no I will not remove the mask."

He chuckled,

"So my little slave, let me see some spark from that fire of yours."
 
Shaundi nodded her head when he asked if she would do anything he commanded. She should have known where it was leading. She just wasn't that knowledgeable about sex, teasing, and all that. She was just doing on instinct. Her smile faltered a bit when he told her to finish what she started. She wasn't 100% sure how to finish, but then her confidence grew. Oh, she got it now. Shaundi wanted to laugh at her own ignorance.

She slowly walked toward Zahl, making sure to be as seductive as possible. "You want me to finish what I started? What do you want me to do?" Shaundi ran her hands up and down her body giving little gasps of pleasure when her fingers tweaked her nipples or slid between her legs. She pouted when he said he won't remove the mask. "Come on, Master," she purred the word Master. "How will I know if you are enjoying what you are seeing?"

Shaundi backed up out of arms reach and lifted up her shirt slowly. She was showing her flat tummy and almost at a painful pace was moving the shirt higher and higher. "Come on sir, take off that mask and show me if you really like your slave's body." The shirt was showing just the underside of her full breasts. She paused smiling like a devil before she whipped her hair forward and pulled the shirt off. Her hair was long enough and thick enough that you couldn't see her breasts.

"Do you want me to continue," she smiled teasingly. She reached for the button on her jeans and popped it open. "Command me sir. What do you want?" Her eyes were shining with mischief and glee.
 
Zahl the executioner

He smiled behind his mask,

"You do not have to see if I enjoy, you will feel and experience my little slave. Remove my clothes for me and then tend to the needs of your master."

He watched her hands as they moved teasingly slowly over his clothing and body, but just to tease her right back he kept his body language casual, of course the growing cock was quite a contradiction as to his posture. He ran his eyes over her body, he was actually quite happy that he had purchased her, she was so much more lively than the Zahul women, much more forward about sex... Again the image of her dripping in blood being marched through the streets and then taken right there on the executioner's block filled his mind and he had to admit, that would not just start an orgy that the city has never seen, it would be the first time he partook in any public display. Well public display apart of killing people, doing what he was best at.
 
Shaundi pouted then laughed. He was very strict when it came to the laws of this strange land and she hadn't really expected him to take off the mask. Though she loved it when he did. She liked seeing all the flickers of emotions cross his face, the lust in his eyes, to kiss those soft yet hard lips without the cold metal biting into her.

"Yes, Master," Shaundi said teasingly as she left her jeans on and walked slowly over to Zahl. She pulled at his clothes, more for pretense than actually taking them off. Her hands ran up and down his toned body and she could hear herself giving little moans of pleasure feeling his hard muscles.

She started to pull his shirt off, but stopped frowning. "You have more stitches than I. Do you think this is a good idea? What if you reopen your wound like I had done moments before and I wasn't even doing that strenuous of an activity. Mayhaps we should get the good doc and see if he thinks you should be engaging in sex so soon, yes?" Shaundi thought she already knew his answer and she was laughing in her eyes, barely managing to keep it off her face and not laugh outright. She stood up as though to go to the door to call for the surgeon, but was waiting for Zahl's answer.
 
Zahl the executioner

He tilted his head at her, then as she moved away from him, he got from his chair and before she could move away he grabbed her.

"Seems like you also forgot that the good doctor said that I could have sex whenever I felt like it, now is it."

He knew that she was teasing and laughing, her eyes told him all that he needed to know. He pushed her up against the wall, his hands slowly sliding over her naked skin, flicking her hair away from her breasts. Then he moved close against her, trailing his hands down over her hips and legs, taking hold of her legs and pulling her up so that she was at his height as he leaned her against the wall.

"Still want to ask a doctor if I'll pop some stitches?"
 
The look he gave her would have made a grown man scream in terror. This just turned Shaundi on more. Especially when he stood up so slowly, his movement graceful, his muscles rippling. She was so entranced by his movement she barely comprehended what he was saying. She smiled wider at his reminder. "I'm sure the good Doc didn't mean so soon." Her breath came out breathy and she barely recognized her own voice. It was so husky, sultry, and something else she wasn't quite sure of.

He moved so fast she never saw it coming. She was pressed against the wall and her breasts were exposed to the cold air. Her hair was tossed back over her shoulders and she stared at the man who had awaken these intense feelings in her. She moaned loudly as he lifted her and she was pressed right at his groin and though she was really tall for a woman, he was taller for a man and she was looking at him eye to eye.

"Ummmmm," she teased before she leaned forward giving him light kissing and asking for permission to kiss him deeper. Her hands were on his shoulders and her hips were pressing herself harder onto him. He felt deliciously good. Shaundi turned her head exposing her neck and breasts for Zahl to explore. She moaned deeply feeling his hard body against hers. She was on the verge of begging for more.

"A-hem! I'm sorry to interrupt." Shaundi looked to her right and saw one of the Magister's men. She held Zahl tightly to her to cover her naked upper half. "You are requested by the Magister. Immediately. I was to wait here and deliver you to him." The man slightly smiled as his mask turned towards Shaundi before inching back towards Zahl. It was apparent the man was happy to catch another eyeful of a naked woman; even if she was half naked.
 
Zahl the executioner

He smiled behind his mask, more like the bastard knew that something like this would happen and stepped in before it got interesting. But it didn't matter, he was sure that soon enough he'd have his chance with Shaundi.

"IF you would be so KIND and turn away. I'm afraid that my slave is a bit indecent."

The words were polite, the tone not, it was clear that if the gold mask did not comply not even his status could save him from Zahl. Zahl would have to answer to a death, but with all the laws and by-laws imprinted into his mind, the gold mask did not take the chance and turned away. Zahl leaned close to Shaundi's ear and whispered softly,

"Fine, so the time will not be now, but you better be ready when I get the time."

He lowered her to the ground and waited for her to get dressed, when she was decent he cleared his throat.

"We are ready sir, you may lead the way."
 
Shaundi knew she should have bristled when he referred to her as his slave. Than again it was true. Hell, she just didn't want the little fuck to see her exposed. She glared at the man behind Zahl's back. It was a moment before he turned around and Shaundi quickly grabbed her shirt and mask and slipped them both on. She kissed the lower half of Zahl's face before she nodded that she was ready and decent.

Zahl leaned forward and whispered in her ear. She smiled widly and her eyes were dancing behind her mask. She didn't say anything just gave that wicked grin behind her mask. Challenge accepted, was all she thought as she waited slightly behind and to the side of Zahl. She wanted to know why he was commanded so soon after battle. Shouldn't he get a break or at least a chance to do his rounds?

Shaundi followed through the maze that was this crazy, fucked up city. They were near her home she realized when the Golden Mask stopped and turned to Zahl. "She can go home. She was no requested."

"But I want to go with you? After you meet with the Magister I can go on the rounds with you. Please." In all reality she was just curious as what was going on. She thinks it might have something to do with her and she was sure she would be needed there to explain. Besides she would just follow like she did last time. The golden one turned and walked on and Shaundi was lost by the time they made it to their destination. The Magister wasn't even waiting in the home like usual or what Shaundi would have thought as usual.

"Your slave is quite the little minx. It appears that her people want to be in the arena and fight for the right to kill her. They think that we chose poorly against you. They have sent 5 of their best and if you beat them then they will send 5 more that will do even better. They are prepared to have you fighting for the rest of your life or just submit and hand her over. I strongly urge you to take the laster, Zahl."
 
Zahl the executioner

He looked over his shoulder at Shaundi then looked back at his master, the magister. This was decision time, should he hand her over to be killed? Or trust in the gods? The decision was easy.

"I will face them then."

And before Shaundi could say anything,

"Alone."

The magister raised an eyebrow,

"Zahl, I can give you back the money, I can even tripple the amount you paid for her."

Zahl shook his head,

"Our rules clearly state that we must protect the innocent, the first Trial proved her to be innocent and I will die for our rules if the need is such. I will face them, in a week's time she can take them on her own."

The Magister chuckled,

"You are training her?"

Zahl grimaced,

"I started, but time has been too limited. I will get her ready to wield a sword in a week. Barca will prove my words that she is innocent and if they persist I will march down to their citadel and kill their king to prove just how serious I am about our rules."
 
Shaundi held her hand over her mouth to stop the horror. Did they really want her dead that bad? She knew Mikali was important, but she didn't think he was that important. Than again it was probably spurned on by his family. They wanted blood for blood and wouldn't be satisfied unless it was her blood. She fell against the wall sagging just a bit. The man had raped her. She had been justified in killing him. How was it she was going to pay for his sin again. Wasn't it enough what he had done to her? Why did that part not matter?

She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off. NO! He was going to fight again and he was badly injured. She couldn't allow this. Even the Magister didn't think she was worth all this trouble. Shaundi shook her head as Zahl spoke of how he would continue to fight for her. Shaundi didn't want to see him dead or having to always look over his shoulder in case of an assassin.

Her decision was made when Zahl concurred that he was training her. She wasn't sure what a warrior's code was, but she was sure it wasn't letting someone else fight your battles. She pushed herself from the wall and walked between the Dark One and the Magister. She took off her mask and laid it on the desk. She turned to Zahl so he could see how much this hurt to say. "I'm guilty. I killed the man they claimed I did."

It was all for good reason, but Shaundi left that part out. Now Zahl could stop fighting and live a normal, happy life in this abnormal, fucked up city. She turned away from Zahl and stared at the Magister. "Now what happens?"
 
Zahl the executioner

Zahl sighed,

"Yes you killed a rapist, he got there by your hand what he would have gotten here by my hand. The first trial proved you innocent, there will be no other trial or jury or anything of that kind to prove otherwise."

He bowed at the magister,

"With your leave master I will go face the best and then retire to my home. I am weary and I think that Shaundi will enjoy resting in one of your guest chambers."

He grinned behind his mask,

"Alone, giving her time to reflect on her disobiediance to me and our rules about our masks."

The Magister nodded his head,

"It will be done Zahl....but please take care."

Zahl bowed and left, refusing to look back, guards seized Shaundi firmly and shortly she found herself in a room, lovely decorated and her mask seated on a table.
 
Shaundi shook her head. She didn't understand this backwoods city. So she admitted her guilt, but Zahl had already fought for her so she was innocent. No! They were going to keep coming and she was trying to prevent that. Didn't they see that? Shaundi opened her mouth to speak more, but Zahl's next words had her speechless. What the hell? She turned to the Magister to see him smiling before she turned back to Zahl who was bowing.

"You can't be serious? Zahl? ... Zahl?" Shaundi slapped her beautiful mask that went flying and hit a wall. "I'm trying to let you lead a normal life without fighting everyday and you banish me?!"

Guards grabbed her arms and she struggled and managed to free one arm and decked the other. The guard started to slap her, but either her expression or something behind her made him stop. Instead he tightened his grip on her. "Unhand me. I would have just followed if asked, imbecile." The guard looked uncertain, but they released her and she crossed her arms glowering.

It was later she found herself in a huge beautiful room staring at that ridiculous mask on a table. She turned her back on it and the door as she stared at the wall glumly. "Stupid, retarded, backwoods, dumb, ass, fucking ..." she came up with more and more adjectives to describe the city she resided in.
 
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