"Hedwig the best, ja?"
"Yes, you are..." the Mentor said, mentally adding, 'for the price'. Regardless, he had a feeling this Mistress would work well enough. It was not like he was trying to break any goodly knights or other such stubborn fools after all.
Though, he did have to admit. Like all of her sisterhood she was not unpleasant on the eyes. The woman was a tall brunette with a curvaceous figure that while strong, was still soft in all the right areas. She had her hair tied back into a ponytail near the top of her head and her body was definitely accentuated from the outfit she wore: black leather belts that went around her breasts, over her right shoulder and around her waist, matching leather thong, as well as full-arm leather gloves and stirrups that went up to mid-thigh. All accentuated with matching black rose tattoos on her left shoulder and right buttocks. Not quite as elaborate as the outfits most chose to wear, and surely not the full body leather cat suit they wore in Dis' day, but still, in the case of sadomasochistic devotees of the goddess of Pleasure and Pain, he guessed that less was more.
It was moments like this that the mentor longed for the sensations of life. Had he been alive, he would have demanded that she show him her skills. While best known for their skills in interrogation and torture, mistresses were also masters of pleasure. A mistress, should she wish it, could bring an individual to a plateau of pleasure that could numb the mind.
Raising one of her black-lined eyebrows, Hedwig looked up into the specter's face. "You are seeing somet'ing you like?"
"Well, my dear," the Mentor said smoothly, "I think that a woman such as yourself would be of great use to my patron. I think we could find uses for all of your many abilities." As well as being beings of sex and torment, mistresses were also totally without fear. As they worshiped sensation, even death held no fear for them as it was just a new sensate, abet often a final one. Didn't mean they were suicidal, oh no. To a mistress, combat was like a dance of death, dodging killing blows, weakening their opponents and savoring their pain and helplessness before going in for the kill. Really, they were much like a cat.
Batting her eyes at the tall and pale disembodied spirit, the Mistress pointed out, "You are flatter Hedwig, ja? Make Hedwig feel special?" The woman smirked. "Hedwig wishes she could punish naughty ghost..."
The mentor laughed. "As do I, my dear. As do I. After all this time, even agony would be a blessing." The specter absently motioned to the small room in which they were discussing her employment. It was a small torture chamber, a rack, some chains, and a collection of whips. Not much but enough for her to play her trade. "Know this, woman... we already have four 'clients' lined up for sessions right away and could easily supply you with a far more elaborate setup.."
Sensuously draping herself over a broken old electric chair, the Mistress considered this seriously. "You are giving woman all she wants. Hedwig wants to know, what is catch?"
"Because the Keeper I am currently in service to is... how shall we say, 'inexperienced'..." the Mentor admitted, trying to politely explain that the boy was an uninitiated neophyte of a Dungeon Keeper. "He needs an the benefit of an experienced hand of a Mistress such as yourself as to guide him through the proper methods for dealing with enemies..." the mentor paused and thought of how jumpy Ranma was around women, even his own love slaves, and added, "As well as woman."
Nodding her head at that, the Mistress Hedwig asked, "Would facilities include electric chairs?"
"Yes. As I said, it will be a full set up," the Keeper explained to the woman. "Though I must ask, why such a fascination for the electric chair?"
"You can do many shocking things with chair, ja?" Hedwig stated with a saucy smile.
"Well, I'm sure the creative can..." the Mentor allowed. "And you seem to be a creative individual, Mistress Hedwig."
"Why, thank you, herr Ghost," the Mistress thanked with a nod of her head. "Hedwig promise you, that the Keeper will find that having Mistress Hedwing in his employ will be most solid investment, ja?" She grinned as she all but slithered up from the chair and went to the wall where her favorite whip was hanging. Taking it down, she cracked it between her hands as she pulled the material taut. "Hedwig make boss' enemies scream, and if they don't decide to change sides, then we see how long they last before they give up ghost, ja..." she then gave the Keeper a wicked grin. "Then Hedwig teach Keeper how to be naughty boy."
The Mentor mimicked the Mistress' dark smile. This Mistress may still be young, but Hedwig had all the confidence and desire to further her own skills. She would be an asset in the long run, once she started to gain some experience working for a Dungeon Keeper. "Oh, you are going to be quite useful to the Keeper..."
The dark slightly elongated eyes stared right into the Mentor's once more. "By the way... what kind of man ist herr Keeper?"
"Young and reckless, but he seems to be a nature warrior. He tends to spend most of time learning the ropes or sparing with Horny."
Hedwig's eyes widened in surprise. "Boss strong enough to spar with mighty Horned Reaper?"
"Unarmed," the Mentor deadpanned.
"Ohhh!" the Mistress moaned, rubbing her thighs together in imagined ecstasy. "Perhaps he would like to spend time playing with Hedwig, ja?"
The Mentor chuckled darkly, "I hope so."
The gothic-looking dominatrix grinned like a madwoman. "It been long time since Hedwig been with strong man," she said seriously as she placed the coiled whip along a curved tang on the leather belt around her waist to hold it. "We have deal."
The Keeper nodded his head. "Of course. I warn you though, Ranma's current dungeon is but temporary. Once he has the resources, he is planning to move to a more suitable location." He then turned around and started floating towards the door that connected the chambers to the outside tunnels.
Hedwig smiled a maliciously. She was already being promised a large torture room, and a larger location later on meant an even larger one. Oh yes, she could definitely enjoy this.
(------)
"Me is tellin' youze, Krunk, we getz good drinkin' moniez..." the Orc Thunk was telling his slightly younger brother, Krunk. As he had his head right up against the door of the Mistress' living space, he could make out quite a bit with his raised right ear.
Picking his nose, the Orc with a slightly pinker shade of skin, Krunk, shook his head as he used to other hand to tug at his pantaloons to pull them back up into place, a they were falling down past his porcine posterior, (again). "Me not knowz bout dat, Thunk. Drinkin' moniez good, but da ghostie don't be lookin' ta hirez us."
Thunk snorted, causing his nose-ring to reach out slightly for a moment. "But ghostie iz saying dat da Dungeon Keeper iz a beginner... he lookin' lookin' fe help. We help! Right?"
Taking his finger out of his nose and picking his ear, the Orc watching his brother's back grabbed hold of his pick-hammer he had beside him with his free hand. He then used it to lightly scratch his own back. "If hez just startin' out, den duz da Keeper gotz da moniez? Me likez drinkin', but we not gonna be drinkin' withouts da moniez!"
Turning away from the door, the Orc stared at Krunk. "Course he gotz da moniez!" Thunk shouted to his brother, waving his mace around for effect. "Hez ah flippin' Dungeon Keeper! Day always gotz da moniez!" He gave another porcine snort, his nose-ring moving again. "He gotz da ghostie tryin' to hire ah Miz-trez, don't he?"
Considering that, Krunk took his finger out of his ear and nodded his head. "Dat right! Da Miz-trez wantz lotz of moniez..."
"Right," Thunk said seriously. "If hez gots da moniez fur ah Miz-trez, den he's gotz 'nuf for da drinkin' moniez!"
Krunk grinned at the thought of being able to get plastered. "Soundz good ta Krunk."
"Ahem..."
Both Orcs froze and slowly turned around, looking right into the semi-transparent eyes of the Mentor.
"You do realize that I did catch the vast majority of that conversation..."
"Krunk?"
"Yeah, Thunk?"
"I'z iz thinkin' we be sunk..."
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