The King in Yellow Chapter Eleven

KATYA’S SUBMISSION

There was a long silence. Dmitri sat still and composed, despite the dull steel chains restraining him in his chair, but Katya shifted nervously and struggled to control her breathing. They both waited until she trusted herself to speak; she stared blankly into the middle distance and the papers hung limp in her hands. At last she spoke.

“You killed four women just to make a theatrical performance out of Rosa’s death” she said, absently.

“A woman who finds the Yellow Sign is called to give herself utterly” he replied calmly but firmly. “And then I use them as I will”.

“So, these women seek you out and conspire with you to disappear without trace – but for all they know their destiny is to be dispatched casually – in a meaningless death”?

“You think the deaths of Alexandra and Magda were more meaningful because they were tortured” said Dmitri, his black eyes drilling into hers “but our victims have no such expectations. They only care that they are killed”.

Katya’s dress had ridden up her open thighs exposing a spreading dampness at the crotch of her white lace knickers. Her face and neck were flushed and beads of sweat stood out on her forehead. He held her gaze, allowing a quiet smile to play on his lips until her eyes rolled back and she moaned her crisis aloud into his face.

The directorate had banned all humanitarian visits to Dmitri’s cell when it was found that female visitors were reaching orgasm just from being in his presence. They had never dreamt of the lengths his victims would go to for his sake.

“But I cannot have you” Dmitri continued “until you have arranged my escape with my friends. And they will torture you”. Katya’s breathing quickened again. “You will find Leon and offer yourself to him with my compliments. He will treat you painfully beyond endurance, and then you will follow his orders implicitly”. He leant forward in his bonds and his eyes sparkled. “I want you to touch your nipples while I tell you this, but you must keep your hands above your waist” he said softly. She smiled and pulled the dress from her shoulders to free her round breasts from the cups of her new brassiere. Meeting his gaze fearlessly she began to tug and twist at her nipples. “You must not touch your cunt for pleasure until you see Leon” he said coldly, and she moaned her acquiescence.

“This is how it will happen. Leon will be waiting for you in the yard outside the Middle Academy at midnight on Tuesday. Trust me on this. You will get into the van completely naked, carrying your clothes, and put on the blindfold – not because I doubt your obedience, but so that you will know nothing if you happen to be captured.” Dmitri smiled again and Katya’s eyes blazed with devotion.