Wicked One

The Imp look on at the screen and despite the control still on her emotions she still couldn't help but comment. "That was fast." Considering how fast it had been meant it was likely short and possibly exploitable. "It isn't very hard. Do you accept?" The Masters voice came casually and even through his spell she shuddered, that voice was going to get her in trouble.

"May I see the contract.?" She asked with a smile, no-one was stupid enough to sign something without looking at it a little at least.

His response was a curt "No." The smile froze and sank, furrowing her brows, her head came up and scrutinized him. "Is there a reason this lowly one, should be kept from her own servitude contract?" Laying it thick trying to appear harmless, then again considering the man in front of her, there was no danger here he couldn't stomp out. Then surprising both of them Eric spoke up. "I don't understand, what does keeping the contract from her serve, wont it make the relationship hostile?" Both heads snapped to him and for the first time she was 'looking' at Eric. He was on the tall side and lanky, but the tuft of blond hair and blue eyes gave his features a nice innocent look and his face didn't have anymore baby fat unlike Daniel. All in all, not terrible to look at, young and strappy, but not terrible.

The Imp was starting to think she may have not properly taken care of some needs before she was summoned here. Or was this normal for imps? Questions for later, right now she refocused on her Master to be, questioningly. The Master gave a wry smile, and put his hand on the shoulder of the boy giving him an affectionate squeeze. "I guess I've held this off long enough, first and foremost never under any circumstance give demons any leeway. This little 'thing' may seem harmless, but no doubt it has been planning how how to get rid of you since you summoned it."

"Excuse me, rude!" The Imp, bristled heat rising with the scowl now etched onto her face. Not once had the though of getting rid of him crossed through the mixed thoughts of the Imp. Just freeing herself, she had only planned on attacking if they tried to assault her body, that seemed reasonably fair. She frowned at the man in front of her as he blinked at her, it seems he hadn't expected the outburst. Well she hadn't really meant to either and a red heugh crossed her face, and ears, but still glowering at him petulantly, daring him to challenge her words. She couldn't get angry per say, but outrage seemed to slip right around his spell. "I."

"Quiet." The Master ordered coldly, there was no magic to his words, but she still shut up. However did not stop glowering at him indignantly, her honor had been called into question, and for some reason that felt like a greater offence than having to call someone Master for the rest of her life. Mabey she got hit on the head before being summoned that would explain the memory loss, yep she had been hit over the head, and was now a weird but very sexy amnesiac.

The Masters eyes bored into her. "You will sign, or you will die." He stated tersely there was no hostility in his words, just a finality. She set her jaw and stood, he wasn't her master yet. Glaring now she shot back, quickly thinking of a response from the top of her head. "I was willing to serve a strong Master, but if your so weak that a simple Imp with no memories scares you I may have miss judged." She gave the words as much distain as she could muster, and really was glad for his spell as it kept her legs from shaking like rattles. His face went from what could have been the start of annoyance to confusion as his eye brows shot for his hairline. "No memories?" He questioned.

Damnit she had over shared in the heat of the moment and was fish faced for a moment. Which just made the Master start laughing, and Eric blink at her. That had been a foolish mistake, one which might, be able to be capitalized on. "Yes, I'm not exactly sure what's happening."

"That's enough." The Master said still chuckling and then turned to Eric. "You boy, I will have you in lessons first thing tomorrow." He spoke mirthfully. "Leave me to the Imp, and start packing your things I'm moving you to the second floor. Expect the contract for payments, and schooling later tonight." Eric went slack jawed, then immediately, without prompt started running up the stairs only to stop turn around and come back to the bottom in a flurry of exited rushing. He bowed deeply exclaiming loudly. "Thank you Sire you will not regret this, I mean I won't make you regret it, I will make you proud and excel, I promise! Thank you!" She just blinked at the spot the boy had rushed from she had not expected the lanky boy capable of such zealous motion.

"Now Imp." The Master spoke turning to her a smile still on his lips. "I think maybe, a needed reassessment of your contract is in order." He swept his arm to the stair case. "Why don't we get you in a room, and see to your cloths." Many thoughts had been cut off at this turn of events and it felt like something had just taken the cube that had been her world and shaken it furiously just to see where she fell. "What is going on?" The question just slipped out, she was so lost right now, and the constantly changing scenarios was taking a toll as a headache was starting to form, or was it the magic forcing her to stay calm that was causing it. Sighing she went to put her hand through her hair, only to once again poke her forehead with the claws jutting from her fingers.

"Ow" Came her voice again now laced with annoyance that the spell couldn't seem push away fast enough. This time she rubbed her forehead with the flat part for her fingers keeping those damnable claws away from her face. She only got a few rubs in before her claws poked into something else that gave feed back to both her finger and the top of her skull. "The fuck?" She wasn't even trying to hide her exasperation at this point as her hands moved above her head as she trailed up a curved object coming out of her skull! Her face must have gone through several emotions as the man standing there staring at her prompted her to get moving not really giving her the time to process the fact she had a fucking horn. Her other hand shot up as she started to walk and quickly came into contact with a horn as well as she held her hands in the same place they didn't connect. She had a pair or horns!

The Masters spell was a god send as it kept the panic that was trying to creep into her away just as quickly as the lack of information found herself, in a hell of itself, called total ignorance. She dropped her arms and she got to the stairs and with the expectation that something new and equally as insane as everything else that was happening. The first step was taken, and well its was a set of stairs, what had she expected? Breathing a sigh of relief the next step was taken lightly, followed by the next.

A light slap of something hit the back of her calf, and she turned to look, but immediately turned back around as a set of irate eyes met her own. So she put her arms back down, concentrated on simply climbing the presented set of stairs. Quiet steps sounded off the eerily still stair well. As they climbed her thoughts came in loose threads bouncing around in between her looks, the boys, the man behind her, and where she might be.

The top of enclosed stair case came into view two guards standing on either side looking down at her. Their eyes snapped behind her for a brief second, then gave a curt nod, and left down a large well lit hall. As the Imp came to the top, her mouth came loose as eye widened. The hall was massive and the wall across from her exit was open to the outside.

As soft steps drew the Imp closer to the opening, a canopy of trees came into view below the ledge. To the left another open hall presented itself level with her current position. On the right was a wall of stone with sparse splashes of nature dotted across what she now realized was a deep valley into which this entire complex was built.

As she reached the edge, hands coming up to rest along the guard railings which sat at belly height, a movement drew amber eyes skyward as boat shaped ships flew through the air some fast, but most at a sedate pace. There were plat forms higher in the walls that the ships entered and left, like small ports for these air-born marvels.

The Imp stared out at the ships, but after a bit noticed some double taking and stared back. Momentarily confused she remembered, she was still nude. If the self check earlier was to go by. She was both not the same as most people around, and if you asked her, attractive. So there was more than a few stares.

Blushing she stepped back from the ledge and turned her head to the potential Master/Contractor. His gaze was impassive if a bit impatient, "Shall we?" He spoke motioning his hand to his right, with a fluid grace, practiced no doubt. The Imp nodded and started walking again.

The facility was huge and a question hung in her mind like a buzzing mosquito, eating at her will power to stay silent, until it drank to much and popped like a bloody pimple. "Are you... like a king here?" She was fully aware how dumb her question sounded, but it nagged at her. He was treated like royalty, or at least what her fuzzy brain thought royalty should be treated like.

The man in question gave a smirk, but immediately shot the question down with a curt "no". Four guards now led the way, with two tailing us, as she examined the apparel decorating the wall. The Imps attention was pulled away from the walls as the group walked out of the open air into the mountain. The carved walls became more narrow and less decorative.

There was no more talking or explanation, as the small precision made their way deeper into the mountains. The Imp had so many questions at the moment each one seemed to want her attention and then it would skitter from her mind as the next one took its place. She would have used the environment to distract herself, but the halls were utilitarian as a nice way to put it. Torches set in sconces lit the path.

After a few adjacent halls they turned left and walked for what felt like too long, as The Imps feet were slowly getting sore on the rough stones. She could only hope shoes came with the promised cloths. Blessedly the walk ended in front of a dark wooded door that had a small engraving on it.

The Imp blinked at it as something in her mind woke up, like a small bit of darkness having a flame light it up for just a moment before being lost to the dark again. She reached for the flame mentally trying to light it again only to regret it. As a vague feeling of being torn and then smashed into unnatural limits and undecipherable emotions were forced unto her.

She snapped back to the present when she felt a wooden shaft push her towards the door. Spinning to look at who had made the shove, eyes met amused ones as the potential Master quirked his brow. "Something to share?" His question was innocuous, but she doubted words could express what had just transpired. So a shake of the head was his only answer.

"Enter and wait, cloths will be brought to you. Make yourself presentable and ask one of the door guards to bring you to me." His words seemed rehearsed, how many times did he say these words? The Imp gulped as the thought of others bound like she was soon to be, bounced around her head unhelpfully. Though it did spawn one pertinent question. "Who shall i ask to be directed to?" The words seemed overly flowery even as she said them, and an involuntary scrunch of her nose told her and everyone present the distaste for the over formality.

He rose an eyebrow at the question, and then smirked when she couldn't keep her face strait. His stare was terribly penetrative it felt like he was looking through her, and the lack of any major emotions set her at a massive disadvantage. It was like seeing a murky refection while she was a clear pond easy to read and manipulate.

"Benjamin." Was his answer after a moment. Before he signaled two guards at the door and walked away before she could even process and speak again. The two guards left behind leveled hostile glares at her, and used their greater body size to all but force her into opening the door so she could retreat into the room.

Now inside the Imp set about looking around her new, but most likely temporary, abode. On the back wall the room held a bed of moderate size, a small wooden chest at the foot of the bed, two doors on the right wall, and a mirror next to the bed along the left wall. The small abode had enough room to have a few minor furnishings in comfortably but nothing major. Walking across the room she inspected the bed. There was nothing off about the grey linen that she could make out. Putting her hand to it, the cloth gave easily and felt comfortable on the hand of her skin. She took a deep breath and then slowly let it out, this would at least be nice for a temporary holding. A grimace settled in as the realization that this would be a gilded cage at best, another sigh escaped as she turned and settled her rump onto the bed.

Seriously, what was going on here? Irritation started to crawl through as the calm faded, and after a few moments she was scowling and tapping a foot in a rhythm that only irritation could bring out. The Imp kept that up for a few minutes and then with a slow realization that she was no longer under any spells calmed herself apparently the spell may have back logged emotions. There was much to ask, to think about, to study, but first. She stood in front of the mirror really getting a good look at herself. The ashen blue skin seemed exotic and unnatural, while still looking completely like it belonged on her. Her hair may have helped that with the way it trailed behind the body like smoke. Taking a look at the nails in the mirror they didn't look nearly as dangerous at a distance. The horns had the same look as the nails though deeper and more solid. They curled slightly back, and were almost 6 inches of the top of her head. As she went to inspect her face the tipped ears drew here attention and she impulsively flicked them giving a childish giggle as she did. looking down golden eyes stared back at her, and she wondered if the might glow in the dark. She gave the mirror a smile and was horrified at the set of sharp teeth that came back at her. Feeling them with her tongue they seemed to look a little worse than they were. Giving a few experimental smiles, she found one that gave a pleasant look without making the teeth seem horribly predatory. A sharp, but small nose rounded out the face in a way that seemed to make her seem like a bird.

Then she followed the rest down to light pink nipples, to a smooth stomach, flared hips, and pleasantly long legs for her body size. While turning the hips getting used to the body motions that felt alien despite it being 'her' body. A flick drew the eye and like a predator narrowed in on the moving thing and had to stare in disbelief. The Imp reached back and grabbed a slightly moving object behind her. After a few failed attempts the hand locked onto the moving appendage and grasped, the feed back was instant. "Yep," she said with a surprised acknowledgement. "that's defiantly a tail..." Continuing to stare for a few more moments, she finally broke out of her stupor.

"I have a tail? When? How? I..."

Pulling up front to look at the appendage, her hand slid along it and left a trail of goose flesh in its wake, that traveled up her spine making her shiver in a mix of odd sensations plus a trill of delight. Pushing that aside for a moment she looked away from the mirror and gave her attention to this awkward appendage. It seemed to move at her command, but also have a life of its own, and moved with her emotions of general physical movement. She let it slide down her hand until nothing but tip of it was left in hand, and she tilted her head and furrow her brows. The tip was as wide as her hand at the start but tapered to a point that extend the tail by nearly a foot. It was also the same black as her nails and horns, so she scratched at it and found it to be quite sturdy. Also after a flick to the side cut the soft skin of her finger, found it was also sharp, which left a few weird questions. Like why the fuck was a tail sharp? What was found next befuddled her, the hard tip of the tail was actually malleable and could split into five while still being connected at the base of the actual fleshy part of her tail. She worked with the muscles to figure out how to get it to work with no hands but didn't get far. Dropping the tail for a later time there was one more thing she wanted to look at.

Returning eyes to the mirror and lifting her leg her eyes immediately went some place other than her desired object. The marking on the leg was what she wanted to look at but was distracted the sight of light pink sitting neatly between her thighs. Giving it a look over and a small touch she promised to return after the mark was looked over. Tearing eyes away from the sight of her sex and to her inner thigh, on the left leg, where a small black and red looked like rain drops chasing each other in a spiral, but it wasn't a pure spiral they seemed to be almost ready to start going in separate directions. The next thing she noticed was that the black drop of her Mana Tree, was larger than the red by a little bit. Taking a shaky breath and hoping she had hid the Mana Tree well enough she let the leg drop back to the ground and gave her self another look over.

She was taller than she initially though maybe close to 6' foot tall, and built well enough. "I could do a lot of naughty things," she mused with a wicked grin. Then without much though she gave a pose to the mirror and started asking, "mirror, mirror on the wall..." but stopped. Not sure where that had some from she tried to dig through her hazed thoughts again and only found the odd sensations she had dredged up earlier, and those seemed very unpleasant so gave up on that course. "Well," she said looking back down at her body then to the mirror again. "I think, some 'maintenance' is warranted." She grinned giving herself a coquettish look in the mirror. "Don't need to be acting up during the meeting with..." She licked her lip and gave the body in the mirror a longing look. "Master." Giving and evil chuckle she turned to the bed with intent considering how quickly she could flare up either she was never to be rid of this or she really, really needed some release. "Hope they don't mind a small mess."

She rolled onto the bed spreading her legs and put her fingers to work.