Blood drenched hands can be seen behind my back as I float in the void space created by the fleeing troops, as I watch the few survivors terror stricken faces I smile knowing they will relay the intended message to their leaders. Appearing from the shadows is the slim and sexy Eleanor, watching her become visible I notice she brought along another girl.

"You never allow anyone to follow you as you stay in my shadow, have you and Trish become the best of friends?" I ask rather than searching her mind for the answer. Looking at me she smiles as she brings the young girl forward. "She is my successor, I know that you will try your best to protect us but I am here to die for you so I have trained many to replace me if I should ever die. She has shown the most promise in absolute obedience towards you, so like me she will obey any and every command be it the most disgusting or the kindest. I and the unit trained by me are tools for you to use for any purpose." Gesturing with her hands to the field littered with the bodies of the dead.

Smiling I turn to the young girl who likes to be treated rough while having sex, so much so that I made sure to explore everyone of her holes. No emotion can be seen on her face the same as Eleanor, walking with my back towards the dead they both merged back into my shadow.

The similarly slim and sexy young girl mimics Eleanor to the best of her ability even wearing all black, as she wears gear suited for her role as an assassin.

"Eleanor are you sure me being her is alright? Won't the others take offence?" Trish said as she and Eleanor appear in a world filled with a table a bed and a few chairs. This is Eleanor's personal world she created after much difficulty, filled with the things she uses when inside my shadow.

"Worry not he does not care he knew you were here the whole time, when your bond with him become stronger you will be able to see his twisted thoughts. He just likes to tease us whenever he can or to mess with new wives, also you should know among us wives those not from this realm treat a select few like 'Gods' that is because they rule the realm were we came from!"

"So although Dashnell may treat us equal it is hard for us who worshiped the Guardian race for generations, I try not let it affect me but they will always be my masters and I live to die for them. As for you and the others you are to live and serve Dashnells every need even if he treats us so kind, I will never allow anyone of us to overstep her bounds unless she is a Guardian! Remember this well Trish."

Trish looks Eleanor into the eyes with a smile as very few could ever get the silent beauty to talk unless they brought up new ways to lure out more of Dashnells lust. She knew very well that among the many wives the Guardians stood at the top, even if they never abused this position of power no one would say anything if they did. Above the Guardians are a select few that rule does not apply to those few are Lady Eleanor, Kiera, Samara, Valara, Tia, Teressa, Verena, Samantha, Heather, Sophia and the human twins as well as Elise and Anna. They alone have even more control than Dashnell.

While below them is everyone else fighting each other, stealing other girls methods to entice Dashnell as well as being extremely creative and bold in what they would do or 'not do' to please him. She knew this best as she was slowly becoming if not already a complete masochist, and she knew Dashnell loved every bit of it. Thinking of what will happen in the bed just behind her she reaches up to grip the collar she wears as drool and lust start to fill her mind, Trish could swear she heard his voice just now telling her how he will treat her like the dog in heat she is once he finishes his task.

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Thinking of her grandmother Hera lay alone in the room as the door is still being bombarded with knocking.

Hera rubbing a small orb, a memento from her grandmother the same grandmother that told her that a prince would come to save her from all her troubles if they are ever to come. She never believe these stories as a child but her grandmother would always cheer her up with the stories of the prince, like how he was overwhelmed by madness at the loss of his love that he choose to watch over even after she fell in love with another man. The time he ventured into the dark abyss of the void slaying untold numbers of monsters for his servent before taking her as his wife, when she heard her prince to be already had a wife she would frown, she always told her grandma she would steal his heart away from all the others no matter what.

"What was the name of your grandmother? She might be someone I know." The sound of another person in her room shocked her, as she looked up she saw a dark skinned youth sitting on her bed. Having no light in the room made it so she could barely see him if not for his glowing green eyes.

Looking at the youth sitting on her bed she almost rushed at him, as he was everything she wanted in a man. Fine tone muscle like that of a sculpted god, heavenly colorful eyes she never seen before. Him wearing nothing to cover his upper body made her shoot to her feet as she made her way over to him only to stop herself. A circular gold band around his neck, arms and legs add to his aura as someone who stands above others, looking at the five gold bands she swallows as she can feel they are seals. His smile tempts her but she holds her ground to remain wary of this enemy to women, looking at him again she notice he is barefoot as he signals for her to come forward.

"How did you get in here!? If you move close to me no matter how handsome you are I will end my life!! They sent bait to lure me out, is that what you are? Once I give in and throw myself at you, you would just restrain me as they drag me away." Her breathing was becoming to intense, she knew she would lose herself soon if she continued to be near this man but her feet kept moving closer as if it was natural to be his possession to obey his commands. Looking deep into his eyes her mind was going out of control as she knelt down on the ground, tears streaming down her face as her heart began to burn with a familiar power.

"Young Master you have become a fine man, how long did it take you to gain adult form? How am I alive did you finally gain an ability to bring back the dead? She asked several questions before stopping as she notices 9 tails behind her, along with looking at her hand Helen noticed she was in a new body. "Did you do this Dashnell?!" She asked somewhat hurt that he gave her such a weak body, she wondered if he wanted to spoil her in this new weakened form.

"Lilly the next time you materialize before me I will make sure to play with your body till you faint."

Saying this outloud I inform Helen that she was reborn into her new form, to be calm and look through her mind to gather all her memories before I answer any questions she might have.

After a few hours a panic attack, heavy breathing and a few tantrums she finally calms down, sitting down in my lap that she made sure she snuggled into. She looked up at me before jumping up striping off her dress and everything else keeping her flesh from mine, staring at me like a starved animal she breaths in one last time. "The moment I seen you my entire being remembered that it was yours I will ask you questions after you take my virginity in this new body. Also my name I prefer Hera, so Dashnell please don't tell Verena about me until I figure a few things out."

As she slammed down with her hips she began to move like an expert, swerving her hips in a motion that would give her extreme pleasure while I reached deep into her. She was lost in thought as she gave into the pleasure of her flesh, the initial pain was nothing she bothered with as she was drenched from before she remembered her life as Helen. She knew that in this life she was more attached-obsessed with her Young Master than before, so much so she noticed two women in his shadow she even teased them with her moans and was showing off her skills to please me.

This action forced Eleanor to exit my shadow and join in on the action, once her master left my shadow Trish waited for me to call for her. She was hoping the words I said before to her would now happen in this room and in this bed, as Eleanor disrobed the collar on her neck showed that she was the one who trained Trish to match my fetishes. Everyone of the women from the assassin unit was overjoyed to become a toy for me to use as I please, the three women in the room realized they were each the same 'massive masochist'. They lived to satisfy my desires no matter how extreme no matter how painful, they wanted nothing more than for me to dominate them completely even more so when I treated them like a pet.

As the three of them sit in a line they each have a black collar on their necks, drool and a look of worship rest on their faces while between their legs is a puddle.

"Each of you will become good friends, I want you to bond when I am not training you as Hera will be able to teach you a better method to hide in my shadow. She can also help you breakthrough Eleanor, so make sure you learn everything from her do you understand."

Dropping her head down to the ground, her body shivers with excitement as Hera told her what I plan to do to them in the moments to come.