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The *thunk* of the bokken pierced the air in the zen-like room. A room twenty-by-twenty tatami mats, lined with opaque shoji screens, and polished gleaming dark wood, made for an impressive room. A room very few have witnessed or heard of among the university community. But that was irrelevant to the two combatants. They’d been going at it for over an hour, their feet encased in tabi socks, the traditional Japanese wear, fell silent as the combatants moved through their katas. They also wore the traditional martial arts weapons gear: from the flowing, split-skirt-like Hakama to the grille-like facial helmet-Men, it was clear that the individuals were no novices.
One person, while much shorter than her opponent, was clearly no push-over, as she made a ninjitsu move and her opponent found himself on his back, and her edge of her bokken across his throat. For one moment the opponents were still as if caught in a single photograph, until a panting chuckle from the person on the floor, broke the intensity.
“Cara, once again you have seen light where I thought none was possible.”
The woman removed her Men; sweat-stained, blonde hair spilling out around her back and shoulders. “I think we can dispense with the ‘Mr. Miagi’ routine, Silas. I have some things I need to attend to. You’ll have your usual refreshments waiting for you in the kitchens. As always, it was a pleasure sparring with you.”
They stood to attention in front of each and deeply bowed to formally signal the completion of their sparring.
“Cara, I was simply trying to imbue the essence of this room with the wisdom of living over 40 years.”
Cara simply turned, her walk more of a prowl. Stopping to slide open the shoji screen, Cara drawled a rejoinder to former Navy Seal and one of her few friends, and now owner of one of the best ninjutsu schools in the state. “Look, if wanted wisdom I’ll read Art of War. Until then why don’t you stick with your less-than-stellar blonde jokes.” She turned towards her friend right before she disappeared behind the shoji screen. “I’ll see you next week , Chase. Perhaps I’ll stop by the school so I can get some proper sparring. Give my regards to your wife.”
Leaving behind her chuckling friend, Cara started down the quiet, lushly carpeted hallway until she came to a door with a security pad to the left of it. She pressed her in her private code, and the doors slid open into a private elevator. She stepped into it while running her unhindered hand through her sweat-stained hair. A deep sigh escaped her, releasing the tension from the sparring match with Chase, mentally going over her to-do list in her head. She wondered if her ‘guests’ were still sleeping in her personal guest room.
They were lucky to have two floors allowing anyone who was not either a member of the exclusive all-female club or an Initiate. One of these floors only had guest bedrooms, baths, and a kitchen. In order to reach the other levels of each floor, one had to have a security code. This building had been in the Mord-Sith Society’s possession since the origins of this university. At first, it was a meeting place for the secret society called the Hellfire Club. But as the club evolved, as more women than men became members, men began to lose interest as its female members found solace and a sense of freedom not founded in the 18th century. Subsequently, it also helped that men were busily involved in fighting wars, solidifying a promising new nation, while fighting any and all progress that threatened the status quo: Reconstruction, a budding suffrage movement, unions, class warfare, to name a few.
Soon its male members formed their own secret society, others formed fraternities, and the building and its few female members were left behind. But a few enterprising young women discreetly stayed, formed a new charter, with secrecy and power as their foundation. Quietly, they horded power through information gathering, money, fixers for people who had the money, even blackmail, along with filling key positions with their female members. Now their alumni boasts; CEOs, heads-of-states, ambassadors, politicians, university presidents – they were in almost every powerful sector of society, in several countries, quietly and discreetly remaining dedicated to their Mord-Sith society.
Currently, to become president of the House of Mord-Sith society meant that a particular member was the best, the brightest, and the most ruthless. Cara was all those things and more. The older, more established alumni members of their secret society had their ‘eye’ on Cara. She came from humble beginnings, kicking and fighting and out-smarting everyone in her path. They had plans for her future. But Cara remained oblivious to all this. She already owned a small company, raking in millions producing video games, for some of the most important game companies in the world. As a side business, she developed a reputation for retrieving secret information for people who could pay, via her vaunted hacking skills. Needless, to say she can pay for her education many times over. But very few people knew about Cara’s activities or her success. Her current project was around AI technology, hence the reason why she was also taking bio-engineering courses. No easy feat, but Cara has always processed information much faster than most of the population.
Unbeknownst to Cara, the House of Mord-Sith had her tested upon before entering the university. When prospective students take entrance exams to the university, the Mord-Sith society had already selected whom would be Initiates. It was during this testing phase that these possible Initiates were slipped a ‘different’ test that would gauge their acceptability as a Mord-Sith member. Cara had scored higher than anyone they'd vetted in decades.
Grabbing a water from the huge kitchens, she continued onto her lavishly appointed rooms. As she passed other Mord-Sith, they immediately stood at attention and bowed their heads in respect. Pressing in her code to her rooms, the ornate wooden doors opened. Stepping through she saw that one Initiate was busily cleaning up her sitting room, with a full Mord-Sith member watching her every move. Cara ignored them, continuing onto her huge bedroom. After she closed the doors to her bedroom, she looked to see if her bed was still occupied. Dahlia was still asleep, while a flushed toilet indicated that her other ‘guest’ had already awakened but was still here. Her bed was probably one of her favorite pieces of furniture – and not just for the obvious reasons. The bed was a huge four-poster bed, beautifully carved furniture, with compartments for various toys and other accessories. At strategic points on the posts were sturdy rings for knots to be tied or hooks to be attached, which she has used quite a bit thus far. She watched as Dahlia turned over, showing her creamy back, but fiery-red ass. Lovely, Cara thought.
Naevia stood at the doorway to her bathroom, smirking, gloriously naked. Her café-au-lait skin on beautiful display. “Can I draw you a bath Mistress?”
She seductively walked slowly to stand in front of Cara. Cara only raised a wheat-colored eyebrow in response. Naevia raised a hand to gently run a long, elegant, finger along Cara’s cheek. “I can’t believe you’ve already been awake and apparently enjoyed a serious work-out.”
Cara slid an arm around Naevia’s waist, tugging her close. “One must stay sharp in this nest of vipers.” Bringing her even closer, she laid a thorough kiss on Naevia’s lips before sliding her hand down to her beautiful ass and swatting it. “A bath is exactly what I need. Then send Dahlia to get us some food. I’m starving.”
Naevia slid her arms around Cara’s neck, continuing to share deep, plundering kisses with her, before Cara lifted her mouth and moved away. Naevia began to remove her clothing – she loved doing this for her. It almost seemed as if she’s submitting to her, but Naevia knew better. Cara was like a feral cat; barely contained energy, constantly hunting for prey, and fiercely protective of those she deems ‘hers.’ One never knew what Cara was thinking, she was unpredictable as she was complex; you just knew you had to have your wits about you when dealing with Cara. The House of the Mord-Sithhadn’t had a student leader like Cara in ages, it was being whispered about amongst their members, and Naevia found being in her presence completely intoxicating. She was Cara’s most entrusted member. Dahlia was too… desperate in her desire to please Cara. That kind of desperate adulation can easily turn into hatred, which meant that she was not fully trusted. But she had marvelous tongue, submitted beautifully, and was mostly fun to be around.
After she finished helping Cara undress, she watched Cara’s beautifully, sleekly muscled form disappear into the bathroom. Naevia stepped over to the bed to rouse their other playmate. “Wake up sunshine. Today we have to go ‘terrorize’ the newbies at the Student Union Homecoming event and we still have to finish those Mord-Sith member exams.”
With a groan of protest, Dahila, raised her head to glare at Naevia. “Do you know what fucking time it is?!”
“I do. But Cara is already bathing, which you know means we have to get going. We have some delegating to do.” She leaned over the bed to gently cup a full breast. “Besides the sooner we finish up with that tiresome event, the sooner we can be back here to take up where we left off.” She hummed as Dahlia tugged her head down for a thorough kiss. Naevia could still smell their essences along Dahlia’s lips, causing her ever-present lust to rear its head. But they had things to do.
She didn’t understand Cara’s relationship with Vice President of Student Affairs, Dr. Zorander. They weren’t… friends per se, and they certainly weren’t mentor-to-mentee, but they had a strange relationship that had certain… advantages for the House, allowing Cara to wheedle some of her Mord-Sith sisters into participating in an occasional student affairs activity. In exchange, it allowed the House of Mord-Sith to operate with almost complete impunity. Besides he wasn’t all bad or except when he was wheedling them into some kind of tiresome volunteer drive, for some disadvantaged group. Needless to say, Cara's mood would rapidly worsen if she had to personally involve herself in these... events – particularly if she had to deal with the ultimate do-gooder: Kahlan Amnell or even worse, Richard Zeypher.
Naevia shivered thinking about those two. They were so… nice, it was disgusting. They were certain to be at this event, since they were heavily involved in organizing the event. Perhaps, Dahlia would spar with Cara afterwards – they’d surely need it. Cara will most likely amuse herself by trying to make Kahlan and her “perfect” sorority sisters as uncomfortable as possible. Of course nothing beat that time when Cara ordered a truckload of vibrators to be delivered during one of Kahlan's sorority's co-ed Greek bar-b-cues and seeing them spill out in front of Kahlan. It was still a huge hit on YouTube; the look on her face has been priceless.
That went down as legend among the Mord-Sith and immediately endeared herself to the then Mord-Sith Mistresses. Much to the dismay of Cara’s biggest competition within the Mord-Sith: Denna. Currently Denna was away dealing with some kind of family stuff, allowing them to ‘breathe’ a little more. Cara seemed unaffected by Denna’s efforts bring her down at every turn. Cara was by far, the coolest sistah Naevia had ever met, and her intelligence was off-the-charts, making her that much more intoxicating. But most would never know it and Cara like it like that way. Anyways, it was time get ready; they had a busy day ahead of them.