Bab 171: Chapter 171
Having someone attend personally to bathing her proved to be more than pleasurable, and the slave in her service proved adept at her task. More than that, Illyana seemed to know more about the bedroom arts than anyone that the Guardian Overseer had ever heard of. How to set shy men at ease, how to entice them to talk about themselves and guide them into revealing what they liked or didn't like. When to be direct and when to be subtle. The elf poured out a wealth of knowledge over the Overseer that was matched by some instances of 'Role Playing' as Albedo talked about her beloved Ainz.
It led to Illyana eventually asking… "Is he an actual God? Can he really do all that you say? This isn't a trick to mock a lowly whore, Mistress?"
To that Albedo could only laugh, "He is a God of gods, he and his many friends, they once hunted gods like the human six for pleasure and trophies, and he will someday extend his power and majesty over the whole of this world. And yet… he's also shy because he so fears letting us down, making us sad, or worrying that we might get hurt. He's my love, I was designed to love him, it was put into me, created as much as my beating heart… if only I could help him see…"
Illyana gave a sympathetic nod, "Love can be a difficult thing, Mistress, and no love is harder to endure than that between a servant and the one they serve. The danger is highest for the most powerless, but as you're powerful… treasured… and he already loves you, you may succeed. I wish you well, and I'll tell you what I can…"
Conversations like that were common, and lengthy, with Albedo drawing out every ounce of knowledge from the practiced courtesan in between their outings where Albedo learned the intimate layout of the entire city. The cries of pain, the public auctions, she breezed past them with utter indifference, but they did offer a useful tool in principle that she didn't even have to do any work for.
And the precise, orderly nature of the city would make it even easier.
It was on one of these outings that Albedo took note of the sewers, but somehow the lake itself she knew was largely very clean. This prompted her to ask Illyana a question, "If all of the waste of the city ends up in the sewers, how is it that the lake is so clean?"
"Mistress, the sewers don't lead to the lake." Illyana explained as she scurried beside her Lady. "Newly acquired slaves are set to sewer duty and public works until their sale, and I was down there once, the lake isn't where the river ends, the river runs beneath the city, and once on a journey with someone who rented me as entertainment for a trip, I saw the refuse and waste enter the sea. The river resurfaces at some point and it all washes out into the world's ocean."
"Marvelous." Albedo replied and stopped in her tracks, "We're going back to my room, slave. I've now gotten everything I need."
Albedo walked unmolested past guards and citizens alike, in her radiant disguise with her silky hair hanging down, her expensive green and black outfit, the only thing that would have done more to scream 'wealth' was if she rode a stallion through the city. Yet though she drew appreciative looks enough that even those busy beating offenders stopped to stare with want at the sultry beauty who walked like a goddess among mortals, she barely deigned to notice them at all.
Back at the hotel, Albedo wasted no time.
More than three months of work, her doppelganger agents from city to city were corrupting the incorruptible, the population was losing faith in their judges, and there were increasing numbers of people turning to acts of violence instead of the law to avenge themselves.
Grifting was slowly filtering back to Nazarick, boosting the national revenue, and now she had what she needed here.
She led Illyana into what passed for a luxurious hotel room and pointed to the middle of the room. "Go, stand there." Albedo commanded, and the elf obeyed.
"Strip off your clothes, slave." Albedo gave the order, and Illyana did as she was bade. Clad in what passed for 'concubine labor clothing', the 'high class whore' apparel was silk for the sake of whoever might touch her rather than for her own comfort. But it was an opaque blue that matched her eyes, done as a single double wrap that slit at the thighs, which barely covered her below the waist, and exposed her belly and contained her breasts only if she was careful how she moved.
Only a pair of straps at the shoulder kept it on at all, and so commanded to remove it, she pushed the straps away and the fabric crumpled to the floor in a heap. She stepped out of them and kicked them away. 'I'd begun to think she had no interest in her own sex, I suppose it was inevitable though. Nobody stays in this place unless they want skills like mine.' She was resigned to what she considered to be ahead, but knowing this woman was at the least an enemy of this city, a vicious gratitude settled in her gut. 'My reward, another day of life. But what I wouldn't give, even life itself, if I could watch this city burn.'
"Get on your knees." Albedo commanded, and Illyana again obeyed.
"Do not move an eyelash. I will return." Albedo gave the imperious order. Illyana immediately disobeyed and dropped open her mouth when she saw, of all things, a hole open up in the air, a whorling vortex of shadows and purple lightning.
Albedo stepped into the shadow and was gone, it shut behind her, leaving Illyana to stare at the space and wonder, 'Am I deluded? Have I been fucked to madness… is this… has any of these last few weeks been real at all? Is this all some kind of a dream?!'
Her life passed before her eyes, and yet for all her shaking anxiety at the display of magic, the elf intuitively knew this was beyond the ability of any mortal she ever heard of, Illyana remained on her knees.
What her Mistress was doing, where she'd gone, the elf could think of no answer, even asking the question begat more questions on top of the last questions until her blonde head was left dizzy and dismayed.
She blinked her eyes, 'Is this it? Is this all there is for me? Is she coming back? If she does, anyone who can do that… Why is she even here? What was the point of having me? And if she's done, am I done too? If she is a spy, it's far more practical to just kill me to keep me silent. Another day of life… what a reward…' Her bitterness and tears rose up like bile from within.
'I'm so tired of all this… what's the damn point, just to out live whatever guest I'm there to service and pretend it matters? I almost don't mind dying by the hand of an enemy of this city… though given a choice I would prefer to see it burn. Maybe the whole country, that would be nice. A land with no humans, or at least as few as possible, they breed like rats though… but what a dream that would be…'
Illyana was so lost in her reflections that she almost didn't notice the vortex open again until her assigned Mistress emerged.
"Now then," Albedo said and put a finger on Illyana's nose, "You said that as long as I was checked in at this hotel, you gave your loyalty entirely to me? You belong to me, obey me, no one else? Am I wrong?"
Illyana felt the chill in the beautiful womanly voice, and so the elf swallowed hard, "Yes, My Lady. As long as you are listed here, I am yours to do with as you please… but… there is a fine if you kill or mutilate me… the owner… his policy is… 'you break it, you buy it'. The fine is very high though, so it doesn't happen to many." Illyana clamped her mouth shut to stop her rambling, the piercing blue eyes she stared into began to change and a smile formed over the woman's face.
"Perfect." The blue became gold, the round irises became vertical.
"Then now, it's time to show you the truth, slave." Albedo said and glanced out the window, the sun was already beyond the horizon and the night was slowly covering the city again.
Illyana's body froze, wings emerged from the back of her Mistress, and horns from the woman's head, her already shapely and near perfect figure… became more so.
"A demon… a demoness…" Illyana mouthed the words, and Albedo inclined her head politely.
"Not even a scream." The succubus said with a little laugh, "You are well trained." She deigned to touch the blonde hair atop the servant's head.
Illyana said nothing, she could say nothing, her eyes were transfixed on the otherworldly beauty before her eyes, from the ample bosoms that could only belong to some ancient fertility goddess, to her lantern-like glowing eyes and even the soft looking dark wings at her back that fluttered like they were laughing. Everything was entrancing.
The subtle scent of female pheromones affected the slender elf before she knew it, the Mistress was enticing, beautiful, though Illyana had never cared for the touch of her own sex, she knew immediately that if the succubus wanted her, 'I'm all hers…'
But Albedo had something else in mind.
She reached into another void that appeared in the air, and cast something at Illyana's feet.
The elf snapped her eyes down at it, it was clothing, black and white, a dress. "A maid outfit?" She asked rhetorically, more than a little confused.
"M-My Lady, they won't sell me to you…" Illyana began, and the silvery laughter of Albedo's voice cut her off, her breasts bouncing lightly with every chuckle.
"As long as I am checked in here, you are mine. As I'm never checking out and this hotel will simply cease to be, along with a fair part of this city, you will remain mine. Of course, my Master's rules require you to 'choose' to go with me, 'choose' to serve me. But do you want to remain here?" Albedo's laughter began and tapered off almost as fast as it began.
The demon pointed down at the garment, "Put that on, Illyana, and become 'my' servant, serve me freely in my home as my secretary and personal attendant, and no human will have you ever again. Call it a reward for your good service. My Lord always insists on some form of reward for work, other than more work."
Illyana's hand darted for the black and white outfit as quickly as her hands could move and began to scramble to put it on. "A very wise choice, Illyana." Albedo said to the elf as the garment was affixed in place and bound the sash at her back into a bow.
"Now, one more thing." Albedo said and her hands moved faster than the elf could follow, she saw only a blurring of motion, felt nothing, and then to her shock… heard the little 'tink' noise of pieces of her metal collar falling apart and landing on the floor.
"You are free from humans, and will serve me hereafter." Albedo answered the wide eyed unspoken question while the elf touched the little metal fragments with trembling hands, not daring to pick them up to look at them, lest they reform and wrap themselves around her throat again. She swallowed hard and one hand touched the part of her neck she hadn't been able to feel with her finger tips in centuries.
"Gladly… with my eternal gratitude…" Illyana whispered like it was a prayer, then looked up at the radiant, smug looking demoness and asked...
"My Lady, but how will you destroy this city? And what of the slaves, the other elves?" Illyana asked, wide eyes looking up at her new liege.
"Conveniently enough, most of your kind live in a few locations, it's relatively easy to spare those, and if they have any spines at all, they'll take advantage of the chaos to work all kinds of havoc on the humans who live here when the chance comes." Albedo answered, "Now take my hand, and come watch your wish made into reality."
"As My Lady wills it." Illyana said with breathless and violent hunger in every word.
She then reached out her hand, and clasped that of the demon as the wings spread wide and she was pulled with her toward the waiting window.
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