Dreams, Reality and Truth [3/?]
Title: Dreams, Reality and Truth [3/?]
Author: Cara_Cersei
Rating: 18
Warnings: Sex, Torture, Use of collars
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan Cara/Denna
Disclaimer: I unfortunately own nothing but the storyline. Terry Goodking gets full credit for the characters.
Summary: Cara and Kahlan are finally together. But when Denna shows up we learn Cara and Denna share more than just the appellation of Mord Sith
Also a huge thanks to madame_denna she has been a huge help!
(Read Part 2 here) (Read Part 1 here)
So enjoy:
Kahlan and Cara had been travelling for days on the long road back to Aydindril. Kahlan still felt uncomfortable about leaving Richard the way he was, but duty required her in Aydindril and she had to answer its call. As they reached a clearing on the trail Cara grabbed her arm, whipping her around. Kahlan looked questioningly at Cara who whispered "there's someone following us."
Kahlan looked around, but all she could see was the vegetation. She strained for any noise but could only hear the sounds of nature. She really didn't know how Cara was able to sense they were being followed, yet it was just another reason she felt safe with Cara.
Suddenly a sea of red surrounded them. Kahlan immediately turned her back against Cara's, pulling out her daggers as she fell into a low stance, preparing to fight. Then she remembered that the Mord Sith now serve Richard, maybe he had sent them a message, still one couldn't be too sure. She relaxed slightly and moved forward to greet them when Cara hissed.
"They are not Richards', I recognise some of them. No, these sisters are loyal to Darken Rahl." Even as profound dread ran through her, Kahlan couldn't help flutter in her stomach at how Cara had been able to deduce her intentions.
They slowly circled, back to back, eyeing up their opponents. A scuffle caught their attention and they turned to the woman entering the circle of Mord Sith, both instantly going rigid.
"Denna" The word left Kahlan's mouth in a low hiss.
Denna smiled. Kahlan hated how collected and perfect she always appeared to be. "Mother Confessor, how good to see you, your well I trust?," she asked mockingly.
Kahlan wasn't interested in niceties and glared at Denna. "Last I saw you, you were running for your life, so how is it your with Darken Rahl's Mord Sith?"
Denna smiled condescendingly. "I ran for a while, Confessor it's true, but I couldn't escape Lord Rahl. So after you very kindly returned my Lord to life and defeated the Keeper, I returned to him. He did punish me, but now I'm back in his favour. And he has given me the honour of capturing you."
Kahlan tensed, "That wont be happening, Cara and I will have to finish what started last time we met. Killing you!"
Denna laughed, a rich, throaty sound and raised an eyebrow in amusement. "You really think Cara is in any position to kill me? Or that she'd even want to?"
Kahlan was momentarily caught off guard and turned to Cara for reassurance, only to stop dead in shock. Cara was deathly pale, her eyes wide as she trembled like a leaf in a wind. Never before had Kahlan seen Cara this scared, and it shook her to her core that it could even happen to Cara. She gently touched her Mord Sith's arm, "Cara, Cara sweetie what's wrong?"
But Cara had eyes only for Denna. Her mouthed worked silently until eventually she breathed out words that send a deep sense of dread into Kahlan. "Mistress…you're…alive."
Denna leered at Kahlan before addressing Cara. "Time hasn't improved your talent for observation, I see."
As both Cara and Kahlan stood, struck motionless by shock, Denna took the advantage by ordering the Mord Sith with her to take Kahlan and her Cara.
Then the Mord Sith dragged them off to their temple and Lord Rahl.
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Cara came awake slowly, a thrill of dread and excitement snaking through her. She had been here before, so many times, everything was familiar:
The cold iron digging painfully into her wrists as she hung from the shackles.
The soft leather straps covering her chest and hips, formed to fit her perfectly, yet leaving her body unprotected, open to all and any who came to her.
The stark smell of blood, with an underlying scent of fear.
All these things she knew, like old friends, yet those sensations she both longed for and hated were absent.
Cara hung there, time seemed meaningless as she waited, for Cara knew her former Mistress would come to her eventually.
She couldn't get the thought of Denna out of her head, the anticipation driving her to distraction. She longed for her former Mistress, yet was terrified of loosing herself to Denna once more, especially since she had found Kahlan.
Kahlan! Cara clung to the thought of Kahlan, letting her mind drift to her mate. She remembered the way she would scream Cara's name in release as she lost control of her power in the throes of passion. Cara kept her mind on Kahlan, of how free she was with her...
The sound of measured footsteps echoing on the stone floor, getting ever closer, drove nearly all thoughts from her mind, filling it instead with a hollow fear.
The footsteps continued until they were right behind her, then stopped. Cara trembled, she could smell Denna, that unique scent of lust, power and leather.
A few moments passed and Cara began to grow mad, that Denna was right behind her and that she could only acknowledge Denna through one sense was infuriating.
Then she felt hot breath on the back of her neck, sending her nerves tingling. Slowly, ever so slowly, cool, soft leather hands caressed her back, her stomach, then the rest of her body. Cara felt lost, it had been nearly two years since she had been with her then Mistress, had so desired her touch. And now, now her long suppressed desires were returning, with all the power Denna had over her, bringing back memories, too many memories that were once a point of pride and now a source of shame.
The hands stopped and suddenly withdrew. As Cara drew a breath of relief at the momentary respite, Denna came around to her face her.
Cara squeezed her eyes shut, knowing if she looked into Denna's eyes she would more quickly loose herself to Denna's will. Soft demanding lips touched hers, fierce and passionate as they battered her into submission. Cara tried to resist, to think only of Kahlan. But soon her body betrayed her, as she found herself not only kissing back, but crying; tears of release and relief as well as pain. Leather once more rubbed her face, wiping away the tears as the Mistress whispered to her reluctant pet.
"Oh my pet, you have been gone for quite a while. Did you miss me?"
Cara felt sick, her chest was painfully tight as she struggled to find the words to answer. She opened her eyes to see those sharp blue eyes looking questioningly at her. She couldn't bring herself to lie, but the truth hurt too much. "I…I can't." She managed to choke out.
Denna raised one elegant eyebrow, leaning even closer in until their noses were touching. Cara felt as if she was being pressed in on all sides, unable to escape. "You can't what, my pet?" Denna breathed out, cocking her head to the side, genuinely interested in what Cara had to say.
Cara knew she had to answer, or Denna would make her suffer. Denna would know if she lied, she had to tell the truth as best she could. The problem was that Cara didn't fully understand her emotions herself. She fought down the storm of feelings raging within her and managed to whisper a reply.
"I can't miss you, not now. I belong to another."
She knew the answer would not satisfy Denna, yet silently hoped that it would.
"You love the Mother Confessor, don't you my pet?" Cara's eyes widened as her heart beat wildly, how did Denna know of Kahlan, unless she had tortured Kahlan. Cara's heat wrenched at the thought of her Confessor in pain.
She did not have to answer, for Denna saw the truth of her own words in her eyes regardless. Denna's features contorted in fury as she drove her agiel deep in Cara's gut, holding it there until she saw pain in Cara's eyes. She put her face right against Cara's and hissed with a feral snarl, "You are mine Cara Mason, whatever has happened with the Confessor is irrelevant. You will forget her of I will make you forget her! Am I clear?"
Cara took a deep breath, strengthening her resolve and, thinking only of Kahlan and blocking out thoughts of Denna as best she could, she looked Denna in the eye and attempted ton sneer.
"I am not your pet anymore, and I never will. Kahlan will rescue me, I won't break again."
Denna silenced her with a fierce backhand to the side of her head. Cara watched as Denna visibly collected herself, forcing her temper down. "I don't need to break what's already broken Cara, you know that as well as I." She smiled then, a leering, predatorial smile that made Cara's blood run cold even as she tried to appear unperturbed. She reminded herself that she had to be strong to save Kahlan. Cara waited as Denna walked behind her and retrieved something. She was terrified of what Denna might be getting, knowing full well what Denna processed in her arsenal.
Denna glided back round to Cara, her movement creating a slight breeze in the otherwise dry, almost airless room. She held a up a blood-red leather collar with a metal chain attached. "Remember this, my pet?" Denna drawled.
Cara went rigid as memories flooded unbidden into her mind.
"Mistress, please, when do I get to wear the collar?"
Denna smiled warmly at her pet, absent mindedly stroking Cara's hair as she kneeled at her feet. "You know well enough my pet that you will be allowed the collar when I judge you to be mine completely."
Cara looked up at her, desperation and devotion shining bright in her eyes as tears leaked down her face. "Please Mistress Denna, I am yours utterly and completely, please, what can I do to prove myself to you?"
Denna grinned at her pet, shuddering with anticipation. "You truly wish to prove yourself?" Cara nodded eagerly. "Then go upstairs, find Sister Rikka and tell her that you are to be in the temple's foyer tonight and as such she is to inform everyone in the temple, even the slaves, that tonight you are theirs to do with as they will. Then go to the temple foyer, kneel on the floor and obey anyone who orders you as if they were me. You are to do this until I fetch you tomorrow."
Cara's face flushed red with embarrassment. She hesitated for a long time before bowing her head and whispering through tears, "If that is your wish, Mistres."
Denna nodded, "It is".
Fighting her shame, yet desperate to please her mistress, Cara slowly made her way, in all her naked glory to find Sister Rikka, to make herself…available…for the night. She was determined to prove herself.
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She lay on the cold stone floor, her body sore from the constant abuse she had recieved- very few Mord Sith would miss the opportunity to use the pet of Lord Rahl's First Mistress. She hurt everywhere, but a warm glow shone bright inside her; she had done everything her Mistress had asked of her, she had proven her devotion.
Soon a slave appeared, announcing that Mistress Denna wanted Cara in her private chambers. Cara went immediately.
As she entered the room she was greeted by a smiling Denna. Cara was taken aback; this was a genuine smile of pride, not a leering grin or a manipulative smirk, she had truly pleased her Mistress.
Gentle hands caressed her waist drawing her in closer. Denna leaned in, catching Cara's bottom lip between her teeth and biting down, drawing blood, before giving Cara a full, deep kiss. Denna drew back, keeping their faces apart but their bodies closely entwined.
"I'm so proud of you Cara, you obeyed me completely, you have earned your collar." Denna whispered confidentially. She smiled as Cara began to cry with joy and pride, intimately kissing away Cara's tears.
Cara stated intently at the collar in Denna's hand, the collar she had once been so desperate to earn and so proud to wear. She wasn't sure what it meant to her anymore. The small part of her that was still Denna's wanted to wear it again, to show her Mistress she was still worthy. The rest of her though, the rest that belonged to none but herself and Kahlan was sick at the thought of wearing a collar again, of loosing her freedom, of loosing Kahlan.
Denna seemed to be able to read the conflicting emotions running through her. "Not so tough now, are we my pet?" Her voice was sweet, full of promises if Cara would just obey.
Cara tried to answer condescendingly but her mouth wouldn't obey her mind, she was loosing herself to Denna again and she didn't know how to stop it.
She tensed as Denna almost reverently wrapped the collar around her neck, giving the chain a quick tug. Cara looked at Denna questioningly, not willing to lower herself to ask. Denna smiled at the unasked question.
"Have you forgotten all you endured to earn this collar? I won't take those efforts away from you by denying you your collar, my pet. But we must address your recent bad behaviour, mustn't we?" Denna grinned at her, she knew Cara too well, it was after all Denna, more than anyone else who had made Cara who she was today. Denna knew how to get under Cara's skin, knew just what would wound her, and she loved to draw the knife edge over and over again.
Cara shook, a cold sweat breaking in her skin as she waited to see what M... what Denna would do to her.
Denna beat her with the agiel. Cara had endured too many beatings too count, most of them at Denna's hand, but this was different. It was worse, so much worse. Cara had endured worse pain, but since being with Richard and Kahlan she had only to endure her agiels. And now she was paying for her lack of training, dearly. Denna knew her tender spots, knew just how to make her scream.
Eventually Denna drew back, leaving a bruised, bleeding Cara groaning in the shackles. Not a word was uttered as Denna stepped into Cara again.
This time Denna removed the leather straps covering Cara. Cara was too weary to think, yet when Denna's fingers found their way between Cara's legs she couldn't help but grow wet at the stimulation.
Denna thrust in deeply with two fingers, keeping up a steady pace and within a few seconds Cara was dripping wet. She shuddered with the waves of pleasure passing through her, yet while her body was in ecstasy, her mind was suffering a torture far worse than that of the agiel. She loved Kahlan more than anything, so how could she be enjoying anything Denna gave her. Cara was blinded by the pain of the guilt of betraying Kahlan. Yet Cara did not know what she could do.
She was one thrust away from a climax when Denna withdrew her fingers. As Cara mewled in protest at the lack of being filled, all the while hating herself for it, Denna slowly licked her fingers clean, blew Cara a kiss and left.
That is how Denna left Cara, naked, her body sore from torture and on the brink of release, her mind wracked with guilt, and no absolution for any of her pain. Cara was left hanging with no dreams, only the truth of her reality.
Author: Cara_Cersei
Rating: 18
Warnings: Sex, Torture, Use of collars
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan Cara/Denna
Disclaimer: I unfortunately own nothing but the storyline. Terry Goodking gets full credit for the characters.
Summary: Cara and Kahlan are finally together. But when Denna shows up we learn Cara and Denna share more than just the appellation of Mord Sith
Also a huge thanks to madame_denna she has been a huge help!
(Read Part 2 here) (Read Part 1 here)
So enjoy:
Kahlan and Cara had been travelling for days on the long road back to Aydindril. Kahlan still felt uncomfortable about leaving Richard the way he was, but duty required her in Aydindril and she had to answer its call. As they reached a clearing on the trail Cara grabbed her arm, whipping her around. Kahlan looked questioningly at Cara who whispered "there's someone following us."
Kahlan looked around, but all she could see was the vegetation. She strained for any noise but could only hear the sounds of nature. She really didn't know how Cara was able to sense they were being followed, yet it was just another reason she felt safe with Cara.
Suddenly a sea of red surrounded them. Kahlan immediately turned her back against Cara's, pulling out her daggers as she fell into a low stance, preparing to fight. Then she remembered that the Mord Sith now serve Richard, maybe he had sent them a message, still one couldn't be too sure. She relaxed slightly and moved forward to greet them when Cara hissed.
"They are not Richards', I recognise some of them. No, these sisters are loyal to Darken Rahl." Even as profound dread ran through her, Kahlan couldn't help flutter in her stomach at how Cara had been able to deduce her intentions.
They slowly circled, back to back, eyeing up their opponents. A scuffle caught their attention and they turned to the woman entering the circle of Mord Sith, both instantly going rigid.
"Denna" The word left Kahlan's mouth in a low hiss.
Denna smiled. Kahlan hated how collected and perfect she always appeared to be. "Mother Confessor, how good to see you, your well I trust?," she asked mockingly.
Kahlan wasn't interested in niceties and glared at Denna. "Last I saw you, you were running for your life, so how is it your with Darken Rahl's Mord Sith?"
Denna smiled condescendingly. "I ran for a while, Confessor it's true, but I couldn't escape Lord Rahl. So after you very kindly returned my Lord to life and defeated the Keeper, I returned to him. He did punish me, but now I'm back in his favour. And he has given me the honour of capturing you."
Kahlan tensed, "That wont be happening, Cara and I will have to finish what started last time we met. Killing you!"
Denna laughed, a rich, throaty sound and raised an eyebrow in amusement. "You really think Cara is in any position to kill me? Or that she'd even want to?"
Kahlan was momentarily caught off guard and turned to Cara for reassurance, only to stop dead in shock. Cara was deathly pale, her eyes wide as she trembled like a leaf in a wind. Never before had Kahlan seen Cara this scared, and it shook her to her core that it could even happen to Cara. She gently touched her Mord Sith's arm, "Cara, Cara sweetie what's wrong?"
But Cara had eyes only for Denna. Her mouthed worked silently until eventually she breathed out words that send a deep sense of dread into Kahlan. "Mistress…you're…alive."
Denna leered at Kahlan before addressing Cara. "Time hasn't improved your talent for observation, I see."
As both Cara and Kahlan stood, struck motionless by shock, Denna took the advantage by ordering the Mord Sith with her to take Kahlan and her Cara.
Then the Mord Sith dragged them off to their temple and Lord Rahl.
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Cara came awake slowly, a thrill of dread and excitement snaking through her. She had been here before, so many times, everything was familiar:
The cold iron digging painfully into her wrists as she hung from the shackles.
The soft leather straps covering her chest and hips, formed to fit her perfectly, yet leaving her body unprotected, open to all and any who came to her.
The stark smell of blood, with an underlying scent of fear.
All these things she knew, like old friends, yet those sensations she both longed for and hated were absent.
Cara hung there, time seemed meaningless as she waited, for Cara knew her former Mistress would come to her eventually.
She couldn't get the thought of Denna out of her head, the anticipation driving her to distraction. She longed for her former Mistress, yet was terrified of loosing herself to Denna once more, especially since she had found Kahlan.
Kahlan! Cara clung to the thought of Kahlan, letting her mind drift to her mate. She remembered the way she would scream Cara's name in release as she lost control of her power in the throes of passion. Cara kept her mind on Kahlan, of how free she was with her...
The sound of measured footsteps echoing on the stone floor, getting ever closer, drove nearly all thoughts from her mind, filling it instead with a hollow fear.
The footsteps continued until they were right behind her, then stopped. Cara trembled, she could smell Denna, that unique scent of lust, power and leather.
A few moments passed and Cara began to grow mad, that Denna was right behind her and that she could only acknowledge Denna through one sense was infuriating.
Then she felt hot breath on the back of her neck, sending her nerves tingling. Slowly, ever so slowly, cool, soft leather hands caressed her back, her stomach, then the rest of her body. Cara felt lost, it had been nearly two years since she had been with her then Mistress, had so desired her touch. And now, now her long suppressed desires were returning, with all the power Denna had over her, bringing back memories, too many memories that were once a point of pride and now a source of shame.
The hands stopped and suddenly withdrew. As Cara drew a breath of relief at the momentary respite, Denna came around to her face her.
Cara squeezed her eyes shut, knowing if she looked into Denna's eyes she would more quickly loose herself to Denna's will. Soft demanding lips touched hers, fierce and passionate as they battered her into submission. Cara tried to resist, to think only of Kahlan. But soon her body betrayed her, as she found herself not only kissing back, but crying; tears of release and relief as well as pain. Leather once more rubbed her face, wiping away the tears as the Mistress whispered to her reluctant pet.
"Oh my pet, you have been gone for quite a while. Did you miss me?"
Cara felt sick, her chest was painfully tight as she struggled to find the words to answer. She opened her eyes to see those sharp blue eyes looking questioningly at her. She couldn't bring herself to lie, but the truth hurt too much. "I…I can't." She managed to choke out.
Denna raised one elegant eyebrow, leaning even closer in until their noses were touching. Cara felt as if she was being pressed in on all sides, unable to escape. "You can't what, my pet?" Denna breathed out, cocking her head to the side, genuinely interested in what Cara had to say.
Cara knew she had to answer, or Denna would make her suffer. Denna would know if she lied, she had to tell the truth as best she could. The problem was that Cara didn't fully understand her emotions herself. She fought down the storm of feelings raging within her and managed to whisper a reply.
"I can't miss you, not now. I belong to another."
She knew the answer would not satisfy Denna, yet silently hoped that it would.
"You love the Mother Confessor, don't you my pet?" Cara's eyes widened as her heart beat wildly, how did Denna know of Kahlan, unless she had tortured Kahlan. Cara's heat wrenched at the thought of her Confessor in pain.
She did not have to answer, for Denna saw the truth of her own words in her eyes regardless. Denna's features contorted in fury as she drove her agiel deep in Cara's gut, holding it there until she saw pain in Cara's eyes. She put her face right against Cara's and hissed with a feral snarl, "You are mine Cara Mason, whatever has happened with the Confessor is irrelevant. You will forget her of I will make you forget her! Am I clear?"
Cara took a deep breath, strengthening her resolve and, thinking only of Kahlan and blocking out thoughts of Denna as best she could, she looked Denna in the eye and attempted ton sneer.
"I am not your pet anymore, and I never will. Kahlan will rescue me, I won't break again."
Denna silenced her with a fierce backhand to the side of her head. Cara watched as Denna visibly collected herself, forcing her temper down. "I don't need to break what's already broken Cara, you know that as well as I." She smiled then, a leering, predatorial smile that made Cara's blood run cold even as she tried to appear unperturbed. She reminded herself that she had to be strong to save Kahlan. Cara waited as Denna walked behind her and retrieved something. She was terrified of what Denna might be getting, knowing full well what Denna processed in her arsenal.
Denna glided back round to Cara, her movement creating a slight breeze in the otherwise dry, almost airless room. She held a up a blood-red leather collar with a metal chain attached. "Remember this, my pet?" Denna drawled.
Cara went rigid as memories flooded unbidden into her mind.
"Mistress, please, when do I get to wear the collar?"
Denna smiled warmly at her pet, absent mindedly stroking Cara's hair as she kneeled at her feet. "You know well enough my pet that you will be allowed the collar when I judge you to be mine completely."
Cara looked up at her, desperation and devotion shining bright in her eyes as tears leaked down her face. "Please Mistress Denna, I am yours utterly and completely, please, what can I do to prove myself to you?"
Denna grinned at her pet, shuddering with anticipation. "You truly wish to prove yourself?" Cara nodded eagerly. "Then go upstairs, find Sister Rikka and tell her that you are to be in the temple's foyer tonight and as such she is to inform everyone in the temple, even the slaves, that tonight you are theirs to do with as they will. Then go to the temple foyer, kneel on the floor and obey anyone who orders you as if they were me. You are to do this until I fetch you tomorrow."
Cara's face flushed red with embarrassment. She hesitated for a long time before bowing her head and whispering through tears, "If that is your wish, Mistres."
Denna nodded, "It is".
Fighting her shame, yet desperate to please her mistress, Cara slowly made her way, in all her naked glory to find Sister Rikka, to make herself…available…for the night. She was determined to prove herself.
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She lay on the cold stone floor, her body sore from the constant abuse she had recieved- very few Mord Sith would miss the opportunity to use the pet of Lord Rahl's First Mistress. She hurt everywhere, but a warm glow shone bright inside her; she had done everything her Mistress had asked of her, she had proven her devotion.
Soon a slave appeared, announcing that Mistress Denna wanted Cara in her private chambers. Cara went immediately.
As she entered the room she was greeted by a smiling Denna. Cara was taken aback; this was a genuine smile of pride, not a leering grin or a manipulative smirk, she had truly pleased her Mistress.
Gentle hands caressed her waist drawing her in closer. Denna leaned in, catching Cara's bottom lip between her teeth and biting down, drawing blood, before giving Cara a full, deep kiss. Denna drew back, keeping their faces apart but their bodies closely entwined.
"I'm so proud of you Cara, you obeyed me completely, you have earned your collar." Denna whispered confidentially. She smiled as Cara began to cry with joy and pride, intimately kissing away Cara's tears.
Cara stated intently at the collar in Denna's hand, the collar she had once been so desperate to earn and so proud to wear. She wasn't sure what it meant to her anymore. The small part of her that was still Denna's wanted to wear it again, to show her Mistress she was still worthy. The rest of her though, the rest that belonged to none but herself and Kahlan was sick at the thought of wearing a collar again, of loosing her freedom, of loosing Kahlan.
Denna seemed to be able to read the conflicting emotions running through her. "Not so tough now, are we my pet?" Her voice was sweet, full of promises if Cara would just obey.
Cara tried to answer condescendingly but her mouth wouldn't obey her mind, she was loosing herself to Denna again and she didn't know how to stop it.
She tensed as Denna almost reverently wrapped the collar around her neck, giving the chain a quick tug. Cara looked at Denna questioningly, not willing to lower herself to ask. Denna smiled at the unasked question.
"Have you forgotten all you endured to earn this collar? I won't take those efforts away from you by denying you your collar, my pet. But we must address your recent bad behaviour, mustn't we?" Denna grinned at her, she knew Cara too well, it was after all Denna, more than anyone else who had made Cara who she was today. Denna knew how to get under Cara's skin, knew just what would wound her, and she loved to draw the knife edge over and over again.
Cara shook, a cold sweat breaking in her skin as she waited to see what M... what Denna would do to her.
Denna beat her with the agiel. Cara had endured too many beatings too count, most of them at Denna's hand, but this was different. It was worse, so much worse. Cara had endured worse pain, but since being with Richard and Kahlan she had only to endure her agiels. And now she was paying for her lack of training, dearly. Denna knew her tender spots, knew just how to make her scream.
Eventually Denna drew back, leaving a bruised, bleeding Cara groaning in the shackles. Not a word was uttered as Denna stepped into Cara again.
This time Denna removed the leather straps covering Cara. Cara was too weary to think, yet when Denna's fingers found their way between Cara's legs she couldn't help but grow wet at the stimulation.
Denna thrust in deeply with two fingers, keeping up a steady pace and within a few seconds Cara was dripping wet. She shuddered with the waves of pleasure passing through her, yet while her body was in ecstasy, her mind was suffering a torture far worse than that of the agiel. She loved Kahlan more than anything, so how could she be enjoying anything Denna gave her. Cara was blinded by the pain of the guilt of betraying Kahlan. Yet Cara did not know what she could do.
She was one thrust away from a climax when Denna withdrew her fingers. As Cara mewled in protest at the lack of being filled, all the while hating herself for it, Denna slowly licked her fingers clean, blew Cara a kiss and left.
That is how Denna left Cara, naked, her body sore from torture and on the brink of release, her mind wracked with guilt, and no absolution for any of her pain. Cara was left hanging with no dreams, only the truth of her reality.