1. The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty: Betrayal of the Father


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    Mistress.” “But she has to submit to me,” Fatima declared. “I'm better than her.” “Of course,” nodded Kayleah. “She knows her place.” “Kyle is a stud.” Fatima smiled, proud that her brother had made a strong, lesbian Domme into one of his concubines. Ann yawned. “I could just sleep out here. It's so relaxing.” Fatima nodded, letting her eyes close. She enjoyed the feel of her two concubines bodies pressed against her. Sleep stole over Fatima. The young woman smiled as she drifted off into a delicious catnap cuddled up with her two favorite sluts. A shadow fell across her, blocking the wonderful sun. She opened her eyes. A homunculi stood over her raising a thick, two handed sword, curved like a scimitar. “Oh, fuck!” Fatima shouted. <p style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fumi let Fatima and her concubines wander deeper into the garden, pausing at a pond and a fountain. The water splashed and the breeze was cool in the shade of some great tree. She sat down by the water, wondering if there were any fish in there. The wind blew, painting the landscape in green, but the water seemed as solid as everything else. “Oh, what pretty flowers,” Alexina called out. Alexina bent over, plucking a flower. It looked pretty, resembling some sort of daisy, but it was the same shade of green as everything else Fumi saw. “What color is it?” The concubine made a sad sigh. “I'm sorry. I forgot you can't really see.” “It's okay. I have Kyle.” But I do miss seeing color. ...
    “Please, describe it to me.” “Okay.” Alexina sat beside her, holding the flower in her hand. “The petals start out this deep orange, but they fade into a vibrant yellow at the tips. And the center is a bright, sun-kissed yellow.” Fumi smiled, picturing the colors in her mind, leaning her head on the concubine’s shoulder. “Are there any fish in this pond?” “There are,” Toni said, leaning over the edge, her hair long, falling down to touch the rippling surface. Fumi couldn't remember what color Toni's hair actually was. “They're red and white, some type off carp, I think. They're lazily swimming around.” “You can't see in the water, even with your windsight?” Alexina asked, then groaned. “Windsight. Right. I'm stupid.” “Don't worry about it,” Fumi said, then she leaned down and sniffed the flower. “It smells beautiful. At least I have that.” “Small blessings,” Toni said, her feet dipping into the water. To her windsight, Toni's feet merged with the rippling surface. Fumi breathed in all the scents of the garden, picturing all the flowers in her mind that must have produced the perfume she smelled. They were pink and lavender and blue and yellow in her mind. Blushing reds, vibrant oranges, delicate lilacs. Birds sang in the trees, and she wondered if their plumage was beautiful as their songs. A faint woman's scream drifted on the breeze. She stiffened. “Did you hear someone shout?” “No, Mistress,” Toni said, kicking her feet through the water and giggling. “One of the fish nibbled on ...
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