Avery stalked down the corridor of the palace, her hands clasped behind her perfectly straight back, her shoulders level, her gaze wilting anyone with the misfortune of falling under it. They all sensed the predatory nature of her sweeping eyes, that she was merely looking for an excuse to single someone out as event as inevitable as an encroaching storm. “You!” She snapped, an unfortunate servant who hadn’t managed to get out of her way quite fast enough caught her eye and she stepped towards him, tall in her heels she towered over the man, though, perhaps that was simply because of the cowering, fearful stance he’d adopted. “Y-yes Miss Avery?” He said in a quavering voice, his hands raised placatingly, she could see by his calloused hands he was a labourer of some kind, though of what specific type she couldn’t really care. You!” She barked again, causing him to wince, “will refer to me by my title, do you understand? I will not have my name falling from your chapped lips, fool.” “Yes Inquisitor, I’m sorry Inquisitor!” The man babbled. They must have looked quite a sight, him, strong and muscled, tall and broad, bearded with grey beginning to fleck his shaggy hair, being berated and cowering before her, a woman in her middling years, slender, lithe and by no means imposing by account of her height or stature. Keeping massage her hands clasped behind her back she let her eyes wander over him, noting the brand on his forearm, her eyes scanning over the number, “Ahh yes, now I remember you, I interviewed you not the morning before last, did I not?” “Yes Inquisitor!” He said, a pleading note to his tone, hoping for a reprieve. “And what was the outcome of our little interview? Remind me.” “You bade me leave and said I harboured no ill will against our Queen!” He said, head bowed. “Mmm… And does that still hold true? Look at me as you answer me. Let me in.” She commanded. The man swallowed deeply and began to shake, but, obediently he raised his head and stared into her eyes, all black, no iris, no whites, just black orbs that saw past his face and into his soul where he could feel her prying at his voyeur mind and, with great reluctance, he let her in. “I bare no ill will against our Queen, Inquisitor!!” He said, his voice rattling, almost blubbering, he could feel her, gods, he could feel her rooting around in his thoughts, in his soul, as if his mind was a room she was turning over, baring everything for scrutiny. She held his gaze for a few long moments then let him go. In an instant he slumped to the floor, his back to the wall, his head bowed as tears flowed down his cheeks, his breath coming in ragged desperate gasps. “Very good. As you were.” With that she turned neatly away and continued her walk, leaving the shaken man to be helped to his feet by a couple of wayward servants, content in his loyalty and the maintenance of the Palace's rightful fear of her. She felt the cool breeze of an open window play across her bald tattooed head as she continued on her way towards Ariela’s chambers, where she had been summoned, glancing over the dark skin of her hands to ensure they were pristine, checking her nails carefully. Over the last two weeks she had ‘interviewed’ every single worker in the palace, every cook, guard, servant and handmaiden, searching for any that dare betray their Queen. It was tough, being her. No one ever seemed to realise that. Yes, each person she interviewed was inevitably left in a catatonic state asian for a short while as they recovered from the shock of having someone in their mind, but Avery had to waste her days in the mind of simple commoners! 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When they got wide enough I could see her swollen pink lips in the middle of all that black hair with a little dark pink clit in the middle. I could not help myself. 'It was... okay I guess. I was beginning to climax again as my back arched pushing my groin hard into his. Miranda hummed consolingly. I japanese didn't mind at all that it took four tries to get a good picture of that. “Pretty ballsy, but it worked.” She told them their idea about his rape pattern of who will be next went out the window last night. Let's bathe each other's cunts!” "HOW'S DAT FER BREAKIN'EM?" She shivered at my touch. I love you. I'm the one who's doing everything. See how hard your brother is? 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