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It was a different room.  Bed, chairs, table the same.  The walls were darker, no windows, and the privy was not separate from the rest of the room.  Laun saw the attachment points and chains on the walls, the rope in coils on one of the tables.  She saw the man, naked, kneeling on the floor.

Laun laughed.

The man’s head went up and saw there were two women in the room.  He started to stand and he stopped when the one in yellow and brown pointed to the floor.  “I didn’t pay for two...”

Laun turned and looked at the shelf by the door.  A stack of five gold coins was there.  The stack for Mimi had been just silver in the other room.  “I didn’t say I had accepted, yet.  They had to drag me away from another client because you have been a very bad boy and the others don’t want to play with you any more.”

She saw his breathing change, shallow and fast.  “I need this...  How much more?”

Laun started to untie her red hip scarf and paused.  “That is enough for me.  My assistant is two more.”

He looked anguished for a moment.  He started to stand but stopped himself until Laun motioned upward.  He went to his clothing and found his money pouch, several clinks happening before he turned and stepped to the shelf, two gold coins being put in their own separate pile.  Laun pointed to the floor and he knelt again where she was pointing, his eyes on her.

Laun’s scarf went over the gold, not as much of a practiced flip as Mimi had.  Mimi started to strip and Laun held out a hand.  She shook her head and smiled.

Laun stepped over to the man and stood, looking down on him.  She tapped her toe as if she were impatient, looking at his skin, his muscles.  He was in reasonable shape, a few scars on him, a few bruises.  What Laun saw that let her plan the play were several sets of parallel lines on his thigh, all on his left thigh.

“What shall you be called?”

“Wilt.  And you?”

Laun backhanded him, sending him to the floor.  “You only talk to me when I have asked you a question.”  Laun stepped back to see his reaction.

She heard Mimi still near the door gasp.  There was a noise behind the wall and Laun heard the handle of the door turn.  Laun stood her ground as she looked at the man crouched on the wooden floor.

He slowly got up and knelt again, his hand on his mouth.  A trail of blood was coming from under his hand.  Laun crossed her arms and waited.  He dropped his hand showing the split lip and looked up at her, keeping his eye to hers.  She saw the smile before he dipped his head down, looking at the floor.

Laun smiled.  She heard the watcher back in the wall and Mimi was breathing again.  Laun stepped around the room and looked at the rope and the chain.  She saw a few blood smears from other sessions that had been in the room.  She saw where he had folded his clothing.  She saw the cloths and water by the covered ceramic privy.  She saw what she would like to do, using what was there.

Laun’s voice was low and gentle as she purred, “Mimi, my Love, please strip for our guest.”

The red scarves body seemed to shiver slightly, but she started to undo the several garments, the several layers.  Laun saw the client look up, his shoulders arch slightly and his breathing deepen again as he watched.  Laun picked up one of the coils of rope and put two large loops in it, making a slight twist between them.  He was watching the girl get naked and Laun stepped behind him.

He heard Laun and looked up in time to see the loops of rope come down and around his head, tightening on his neck.  It was not as tight as it could go, but she had surprised him and he started to get up.  Laun’s knee went to the middle of his back and he was on the floor, his hands having kept him from landing on his face.

There was a light hand on it, but the silk rope was kept up off the ground and Wilt knew that she was in control.  Laun put her weight on her knee in his back, keeping him on the ground.  She looked at how he was breathing, how he was staying where he had been put and wondering why the red scarves had been having problems with him.  He seemed to have been trained by someone and knew his place.

Laun slapped at his arm and he moved his hands out from under him.  She moved his arms so that they were bent and flexed to behind him, his head turning so he could try to see her.  Laun took one and then the other hand, tying the loose ends of the rope to his wrists.  If he tried to pull free, he was going to choke himself.

Laun got off of him and stood to the side.  Her knots were not pretty, but they would do for then.  He tested the ropes and stopped when the loops started to tighten around his neck.

There was a low, wicked laugh from Laun.  “Get to your feet, Wilt.”

He rolled to one side, but found that his bonds were simple and yet effective.  He could not push himself up with an arm without tightening the rope, choking himself.  He kicked, trying to get himself to his knees or something, but that was not working.  He rolled to his belly again and lay there for a moment.

Laun smiled when he put his hands together behind him to give himself some slack in the rope.  He brought his legs up under him, kneeling.  His face was red as he stood, not using his hands.  Laun saw a flash of a smile on him before he went to parade rest.

She had thought so.  Which military did not matter.  A military man who liked pain could be dangerous in the field.  And fun in the bedroom.

Laun stepped close to Wilt and put a light finger on his chest.  She drew it down and saw his manhood react where it had been mostly limp.  “That is a good boy.  Very resourceful.”

She stepped away and motioned to Mimi.  The girl was showing a little fright, her hands not as steady as they could have been.  The girl went to Laun’s side, the tan arm wrapping around the girl.  Laun broke eye contact with Wilt and went in to kiss Mimi.

Mimi sighed and relaxed in Laun’s arms as the dominant woman gently kissed her.  Laun heard the man swallow and step forward.  Without looking, Laun raised her hand and he stopped moving.

She looked over and, yes, he had moved half a pace with his feet, and raised his manhood half a handspan.  Laun appraisingly looked up and down his body and saw him color slightly.

“Center yourself.”

He looked and backed up a few paces until he was in the center of the room.  Laun nodded and smiled.  She started to unwrap the yellow silk from her head and it flowed down over her shoulders.  Laun let it continue down to the floor.  She pulled on the hem of the tunic and found Mimi’s hands helping.  The tunic was off of her and she looked back to see Wilt’s mouth open and his manhood standing out from his body.

Laun drew her hands over her exposed skin of her arms, drawing the blades from the forearm holsters.  She looked at each and then turned them in her hands so that the blades were against the skin of her wrists.  Laun tilted her head and had a seductive stride as she circled the man.

His eyes kept watching her, following her even as she went out of his range of sight.  She paused behind him and saw that he turned his head and then turned a little further when she did not come back into sight when he expected.  She continued on and kept walking with the stride she had before she paused.

She stood not quite in front of him.  “Mimi, our guest needs some attention.  If you would.”

The girl went to her knees in front of the man, taking him into her mouth.  He hissed in and closed his eyes as her talents were made aware to him.  Laun moved to his other side and stood as she had before.  He opened his eyes and seemed to panic until he saw she had moved.

Laun held out a hand, palm side up towards him, one of the blades held loosely in her hand.  She looked him in the eye and drew the other blade across the inside of her forearm.  His eye flicked down and then up again, the whites showing more as his eyes widened.  Laun tried to keep her face calm, bland, as she drew her own blood.  It stung a little for she kept the knives sharp, but she knew it would hurt more later.

Mimi could feel the reaction in the man.  She did not know what had just happened, but she felt a pulse and a growth in his manhood as it was in her mouth.  She also felt his muscles start to shake slightly, concerning the red scarf.

Laun stepped to beside the man and whispered, “Would you like to taste?”

He nodded his head and whispered out, “Yes, Ma’am.”

She held her forearm out to him and let him see the drop of blood on her skin before pressing it to his mouth.  Their blood mingled on his lips and he sucked at her skin, smearing both reds along her tanned skin.  He started to use his teeth and she moved away.  He had his legs straight and he started to fall forward without Laun’s arm there.

Laun tapped his leg with her foot and said, “Horse it, man.”  He bent his knees and stepped out to the side with one leg slightly before he looked up at her, knowing that she knew he was military.  It was a term she had heard while the Protectors and the soldiers from the Fourth had been practicing, the style of the stance.

Mimi tasted the man’s fluids and something in the way her red scarf sister was treating him was bringing him close to releasing into her mouth.  She backed off and looked for Laun.  She could not use the signals she was used to.  “Sister...”

Laun touched the shoulder of the girl and saw why she got her attention.  Laun nodded to the red scarf and put her hand, flat of the blade towards him, on his chest.  He tensed and looked into her eyes.  “You aren’t getting off, yet.  You get what you pay for.”

Mimi stood and stepped away with Laun’s hand pulling her away from the man.  Laun kicked at his feet and he spread his legs further, keeping his knees bent.  Laun nodded and smiled.  She put one of the blades back into it’s sheath and stepped close to him, his eyes not sure if he should look at her breasts or the knife in her hand.  He moved and stopped, his arms still restrained by his own need to breathe.  He was looking at her breasts, the scarring he saw, feeling the silk of her skirt against him.  Her empty hand ran down his chest and her touch made him tremble slightly.

Her hand reached his manhood and he jumped unintentionally, his chin going up and the rope tightening slightly as his arms moved against his will.  He forced himself to relax as her hand stroked him.  Her blood was still in his mouth and he licked his lips, tasting more blood.  He didn’t care that it was his.

“Your little soldier is very good at being at attention.  What about you?”  He saw the knife come up and to his neck.  His breathing became erratic and he tried to not flinch as he felt her hand press against his throat.  She cut through the rope and he could feel the strands of silk snapping as they were being cut.

His arms were free, his neck no longer restrained.  He took in a deep breath and started to move his arms to her.  He stopped as he felt the cut of the knife still at his throat.

“Bad boy.”  Laun still had him at two points, his throat and his cock.  She tightened her grip on his cock and he winced.

Laun stepped back and looked at him.  She put the blade still in her hand away and reached for the rope dangling from his wrists.  She pulled at him and he followed.

The bed was slightly sturdier than the bed Alsen was asleep on upstairs.  Laun did the Midlands military hand signs for ‘lay down’ and ‘back’ and then pointed to the bed.  He nodded and did as she told him.  Laun tied the rope to the bed and felt that was good enough.

She flashed to the first time she and Hazalam had fucked.  It had been his first time, though she had not known that.  She had put him on the altar of death and straddled him, fully dressed.  Laun smiled and pulled her skirt up slightly so she could get her hands under it.  She untied her loincloth and tossed it to next to the man’s head on the bed.

Laun motioned to Mimi who had been standing near the wall just watching.  She pulled the girl in and kissed her, pressing her hands into the small of the girls back.  It was not as gentle as a kiss as before and Mimi gasped as she turned her head.  Laun pulled her again to her and whispered into her mouth, “Sit on his face.”

They parted and Laun went to the mans groin, Mimi to his head.  Laun pulled her skirt up slightly as she knelt on the bed and then swung her legs over him as if she were mounting a horse.  Mimi positioned herself and his eyes went from the dark woman’s face to darkness in the red scarves’ womanhood.

Laun liked how hard he was.  She stroked him a few times and then slid him into her.  She saw and felt his body tense.  She slowly moved her hips, feeling a bit of tension in her own back.  She moved to stretch her back out, moving him around in her as she did so.  He groaned into Mimi’s crotch and the red scarf smiled.

It wasn’t long before Laun was riding him as he bucked under her.  He pulled on the ropes and Mimi had to hang onto the headboard behind her to stay upright.  Laun liked the deepness, the roughness of his thrusting, but she could feel that he was not going to last long.  She readied herself, putting her hands to either side of his waist and stood up and off the bed.

An anguished cry came from Wilt as he fucked empty air.  Laun motioned to Mimi and she got up and almost fell into Laun’s arms.

“Ayaa!  Fuck!  Don’t stop!  Fuck!”

Laun kissed Mimi gently and then went over to the frantic man on the bed.  She caught his eye before giving him an open handed slap across the face.  “I did not ask you a question, Wilt.  Shut the fuck up.”

He was breathing heavily, his hips still trying to thrust into someone who was not there.  Laun waited until he had calmed a little.  She motioned to Mimi and his pulsing manhood.  Mimi went to him and looked at Laun.

“I think he has suffered almost enough.  Straddle him.”  Laun put her hand on his throat and looked into his eyes.  “Don’t move.”

He swallowed hard and nodded his head.  Mimi lowered herself onto him and Laun saw everything in him tense, even his toes.  Laun went around the bed and sat on the bed next to them, along his unscarred right thigh.  She pulled out one of the knives and patted Mimi on the bottom.

“Make him peak in you, sister.”

The red scarf started to bounce on the man, his head going back as he tried to not thrust with her.  His breathing became ragged and he pulled on the rope so hard that Laun could see his hands starting to turn slightly blue.  Laun placed the knife on his thigh and heard him make what would have been a call out if he hadn’t closed his mouth.

Laun thought.  The cuts on the other thigh were different ages, some just a few days old.  He needed that little bit of pain and blood to complete his experience when he was alone.  It took control to be able to do it and not cut too deep, but only once.  Laun watched as he was having more and more trouble staying still until she saw that he was very close to reaching his peak.

“You may move.”  He heard her and he thrust up and called out as the blade on his skin bit in, pushing him over the edge.  Laun moved the blade and watched as his cock bounced in and up as far as he could into Mimi, streams of his seed coming out as he drew back to push up again.

Laun wiped her blade on the sheet and put it away as the man was slowing and panting.  She untied one hand and rubbed the wrist until she saw the right color come back into the hand.  She went around the bed and did the other wrist as Mimi dismounted and found the cloths to clean them with.

He looked up at Laun while he was still panting.  He opened his mouth and then closed it again.  Laun smiled and said, “Yes, you may speak now.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.  Thank you.”  He pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it, panting across her skin.

“I hope you think we were worth it, Wilt.”  Laun’s eyebrow went up as he nodded.  Laun grabbed her loin cloth from beside his head and went to stand back.  He did not want to let go of her hand.

“Please, ma’am.  Don’t go.”

Laun put the loincloth down on the bed again and sat next to him.  “You knew this was to end.  I have to go.”  She put her hand gently on his cheek and ran her thumb along the cut in his lip.

His tongue tip went to the wound and he closed his eyes.  “If I come back will you be here?”

Laun shook her head and said, “No.”

She saw sadness in his eyes.  “I understand, Ma’am.”  He kissed the back of her hand once more and let it go.

Laun stood, taking the loincloth with her.  “You should get cleaned up so you can get back to your...  Company?”

He propped himself up and looked at her.  “Third Infantry company, First Battalion, Seventh Armored division, Ma’am.  I don’t know why I just told you that.”  He laid back down and put his hand over his eyes.

Mimi looked back and forth between Laun and the soldier.  She had never had anyone tell her anything like that the first time they had been together.  It was weeks before the General had admitted his rank, and that was a slip of the tongue.

“You might as well tell me the rest, soldier.”  Laun was pulling the tunic back over her head.

“Second Lieutenant Wiltlin Kalm, ma’am.”

Laun was twisting the yellow silk around her head as she said, “They have been having heavy casualties in the Seventh Armored, Lieutenant.”

His head whipped around and he pushed himself up onto the edge of the bed.  “How would you know that?”

Laun tucked the last of the silk in and pulled it around as a veil.  “You may consider transferring to the Fourth Logistics.  They need men with your qualifications over there.”

He was unsteady on his feet but he was on them.  The blood on his thigh started to flow towards the floor, streaks changing direction from when he was on his back.  “Who the fuck are you?”

Laun stepped forward.  “It was not appropriate then.”  She held out her hand and quietly said, “You may call me Laun.”

He had been brought up as a noble and he started to bow over her hand, even though she was a red scarf and he was totally naked.  Then the name registered.  He stood straight and saluted.

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am.”

Laun made a crisp salute back and he went to a trembling parade rest.  “Be at ease, Lieutenant.  I am not on inspection.”  A corner of her mouth raised.

He was not sure what to do with himself.  He stood and then he sat on the edge of the bed.  She saw the frightened look on the other girl’s face and knew that his Princess had not told her companion who she was.  “Why are you... Here?  Ma’am?

She pulled the pearls from under the tunic and settled herself more.  She walked to him and said in a low tone, “I am on Kingdom business.  I will not mention this outside this room, you will not mention this outside this room.”

He nodded.  “Ma’am?”

Laun tilted her head and looked down at him.  “Yes, Lieutenant?”

“Thank you again, Highness.”  Laun held out her hand, but for a warriors grip and he took it. 

Laun held onto his arm for a moment and then stepped away.  “I have someone I have to check in on.  Take care of yourself.  And remember, the Fourth Logistics and Support.”

He nodded and rubbed his wrists as he glanced down at his thigh.  He looked back up and they were both gone.

Outside, Laun handed one of the gold coins to the man who had been watching.  He had big eyes and looked like he wanted to say something.  Laun held her finger under her lip and he nodded, covering the coin quickly.

Mimi was quiet as they walked to the man at the front of the house.  Laun gave him two coins of the four in her hand as Mimi gave him one.  Laun led the way back to the room Alsen was in, feeling her back give another twinge.  Laun slowed and Mimi slowed.  Laun turned and looked at the red scarf.

“Ask what you want.”

Mimi did not want to look at Laun, let alone talk with her.  She glanced from wall to wall, doorway to doorway.  “All you told me was a lie, high-”

Laun raised her hand.  “I am Laun.  I started as Laun, I shall end as Laun.  Yes, I am who he said I was.  Yes, there is a Mistress Peach.  Yes, I had twins.”

“Why are you here?”

Laun decided a little lie under a truth would be best.  “The General and I have been having an affair.  I did not like the idea, but he did not want to get caught in his quarters with me or in my quarters.  He suggested here, and you.  Because you do look so much like me.”

She looked at her pale hand and then Laun’s dark face.  “You are the Prin... The one he has talked about?”

Laun nodded.  She still had the two gold in her hand.  She slid one to her fingers and stepped towards the girl.  “This is not for your silence.  This is to a Sister.”

Mimi looked at Laun’s hand and then the ground.  She backed up a step and looked at the ground some more.  “I can’t...”  She looked at the gold coin balanced in Laun’s fingers and felt the coin that was in her own hand.  “I-”  She looked up at Laun’s face.

Laun had pulled the veil back.  She had a calm look and a smile on her face.  Footsteps could be heard and Laun started to step towards the wall, taking the gold with her.  Mimi grabbed the gold and Laun’s hand and stood next to the wall with her.  A man in a flowing robe just a little too large for him passed by and Laun drew the veil across her face.  Laun watched under her eyebrows as he limped slightly while he followed the slave and was ushered into another room on the hallway.

Laun had a thought that she suppressed.  One extra that night was more than enough, and Dem would not know how to handle her.

The slave went back again and a man came to the door and stood, waiting.  Laun nodded to him and started off to where Alsen was.  Mimi took a few breaths and then followed.

The watcher was leaning against the door, trying not to fall asleep.  Laun stepped up to him and he looked up, seeing Laun and Mimi.  He opened the door and Laun stepped in.  Mimi paused.

“Please, can we talk?”  Laun held out her hand.

Mimi glanced at the watcher and stepped into the room.

Alsen had moved and was taking up half the bed.  The center half.  Diagonally. Laun pulled one of the pillows he was grasping from him and sat on the floor, putting the pillow on the floor next to her.  Laun motioned to Mimi and waited.

The red scarf glanced over to the shelf with the money.  She kept her hip scarf on and went to Laun, sitting on the pillow and leaning against the tanned woman.  Laun put her arm around Mimi and kissed her on the forehead.

Laun’s voice was low and she was certain that the watcher could not hear them, and was probably not awake enough to pay attention.  “Sister, I am sorry I lied to you.”

Mimi’s head moved on Laun’s shoulder and she said, “It isn’t often that red scarves connect.  I thought...”

Laun stroked her doppelganger’s hair and kissed her on the top of her head.  “There are reasons.  You know who I am, and that makes things difficult.  I am here for many reasons, none of them included finding you.”

Laun heard a sniffle.  “I’m just a red scarf.  I don’t matter to-”

“You matter to me.  You have made my General happy, and that makes me happy.”  Laun pulled Mimi’s chin up and looked into her eyes.  “I am many things.  Yes, there are things I cannot explain or tell you.  But, I want you to know that I am glad that I had this night with you.”

Mimi smiled.  She sighed.  “Me, too.”

 

Chapter 40 Laun observes the meeting in the morning