She could sense him, even in the unlit depths of the castle she knew he was there. Closing her eyes against the darkness of the dungons she opened her other senses, using them to lead her down crumbling stone corridors.
So boring... god my brain is dead....
Ramua.” The older Elvaan man panted as he continued to pound into the boy’s mouth.
Thain had gone undercover more times then he cared to admit. In truth, he was beginning to forgot who ‘he’ really was. It seemed like every other week he was someone else, a feat only possible with moogle magic. Most of the missions he was sent on would not be possible without it, no non-Hume would ever trust one to get close enough to bust them doing something illegal. He had spend months disguised as a Gulka to infiltrate a ring of anti-Hume terrorists, had been a Tarutaru for over a year to find the location of illegal magic scrolls that had been excavated from the Horutoto Ruins and then vanished, and now he was a female Elvaan looking for proof of the kidnapping, torture and murder of over a dozen non-Elvaan who had disappeared over the years inside the walls of San d’Oria.
It had taken him months of running errands for high standing citizens and hunting with the children of the social elite, but he had finally gotten the invitation he had been waiting for. The Griffon’s Mane was an Elvaan and invitation only tavern, that was rumored to be the hub of the kidnappings.
There was a lot of pressure from the Jeuno Duchery to wrap the case up after yet another young adventurer was found tortured to death outside the walls of San d’Oria. It drove him crazy to know that four people had died in the time it had taken him to infiltrate the tavern. He only hoped that he would be able to put an end to the murders.
“Raquius, I’m so glad you could make it.” He was greeted by the owner of the tavern, a wealthy Elvaan woman named Diashaunos who’s long gray hair was drawn into a braid and pinned like a halo against her head.
“Thank you for inviting me.” Thain answered, his voice the gentle soprano a woman’s should be. He brushed stray strands of light blond hair behind a long Elvaan ear, and smiled pleasantly; despite the extreme distaste he had for the woman.
“I think you’ll enjoy tonight’s entertainment.” She cooed before going to welcome other Elvaan who had just entered the tavern.
He casually watched the room, noting that there were over a dozen people scattered about, each wealthy and influential. It was going to be hard to keep most of them in prison, he noted sourly, if any of them even made it that far. He hated the odds and just hoped that the outrage at these crimes from the other countries would be enough to keep the San d’Orian Monarchy from ignoring the transgressions of those around him.
At 20:00 Diashaunos stood before the assembled group, a devilish grin spread across her face. “Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to bring out the entertainment.” With a grand gesture of her hand she reached behind the curtain that was hung against the back wall and pulled a very naked male Mithra out.
The Mithra was barely more then a child, his lithe body trembling in terror. Lilac eyes scanned the audience, his hands covering his manhood.
“What the hell is this Diashaunos? Where did you get a male Mithra?” Shouted one of the men, his eyes raking over the flesh before him.
“I found him hunting in La Theine. At first I mistook him for a female, as he was dressed as one.” She explained, her grip on the boy’s arm vice tight.
A murmur went through the crowd before two of the men, both members of the Royal Guard, broke from the pack and walked toward the frightened boy. “Dressed as a girl huh? Then we should treat him like a girl.”
The Mithra cried out in surprise as the two larger Elvaan forced him to his knees. The men where not gentle in their treatment of the boy as each withdrew their thick dark members from their pants. Pure panic laced his features as he was presented with the two shafts, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
It took all of Thain’s training to keep from snarling at the scene and all his willpower to stay seated and not go to the Mithra’s rescue. If he stopped this group before they harmed the boy, the agency would have nothing to charge the group with.
One of the Elvaan men, who’s black hair hung haphazardly around his face, moved behind the frightened Mithra. Kneeling he grabbed the boy by the waist and lifted him before slowly impaling him on his length.
The Mithra screamed in pain, tears flowing freely from his eyes.
The other Elvaan, an older and higher ranking member of the guard with a full white blond beard and short hair, forced his shaft into the screaming boy’s mouth causing him to gag.
Those not participating laughed as they watched the two violate the Mithra boy.
“I think he likes it.” Stated one of the women watching. “Look how hard his little kitty cock is.”
More laughter filled the room as the younger Elvaan grabbed the boy’s wrists and forced them down to his sides to keep him from covering himself.
“You should ride that little kitty cock
She wasted no time in discarding her clothes, the two men pushed the Mithra into a more reclined position to allow her easier access to his rigid manhood.
The boy gasped, and then gagged as she lowered herself onto him and began to rock back and forth, neither men slowing their pace as they continued to ravage his young body.
Thain grit his teeth, his resolve to wait out his reinforcements crumbling to dust. However, before he could do more then rise from his seat there was the sound of something heavy hitting the door.
The crack of wood splintering as it suffered several massive blows caused everyone on the tavern to jump and turn toward the door as it was forced from it’s hinges. The three who had been busying themselves with the young man’s body stopped mid thrust, the little Mithra still trapped between them, his own eyes wide with fear at the noise, tears still streaming down his face.
“No one move! There is no escape.” The guard captain bellowed as he and his men swarmed into the room, their blades drawn. “Surrender now, or your lives are forfeit!”
No one fought, Thain knew the attack had come as a surprise and none of them were prepared to even formulate an escape attempt. The three Elvaan who had been enjoying their tormenting of the Mithra where pulled from his frail body and shackled. The guards did not even allow them time to replace the clothing that had been shed.
One of the guards, a young Elvaan with spiky red hair draped a blanket across the Mithran boy’s shoulders. After he saw that the boy was in no shape to do anything for himself, he wrapped him in it and picked him up gently.
Thain allowed himself to be arrested with the rest of the patrons. The shackles were cold and tight on his wrists, and he had no idea how long it would be before someone else from agency came to retrieve him, but he was glad the royal guard had arrived before the degradation and torture of the boy had gone any farther. He scanned the crowed that had gathered as he was lead towards Bostaunieux Oubliette, amists all the Elvaan faces there were two that stood out; one: a Mithra with spiky white hair, a few years older then the lilac haired boy who had been wrapped in a blanket and carried from the tavern, two: a dark skinned Hume with long black hair. The Hume he knew, and he sighed inwardly knowing that she had the nasty habit of letting him sit in the cells he was thrown in for longer then necessary. He had been hoping that the agency would send anyone else that worked with them.
As they entered the Chateau d’Oraguille, he felt a strong grip on his arm. “We’ve been informed that this one will be the first to be interrogated.” Came a harsh and formal voice from behind him as he was pulled from the line of prisoners and led down a separate hall from the rest.
Once he was alone with the Elvaan that had pulled him aside he heard the click of a key in a lock and then felt the shackles pull free of his wrists.
“The Kingdom of San d’Oria shall deal with the prisoners. You and the one who came for you are to leave this matter to us as of this moment.”
Thain nodded and rubbed his wrists. “But know that we do have the names of everyone in that tavern tonight. If they aren’t punished for this crime we will have no choice but to go to the leaders of the other countries with the information of what you have chosen to ignore.” He warned before making his way back out of the Chateau, glad to leave the place behind him.
“Did I ever mention that you look stupid as an Elvaan woman?” Even in the dark Thain could not mistake that voice.
“Then dispel the illusion already.” He snapped as he continued toward the port of the city, eager to get out of the city.
“Do it yourself.” She snarled, obviously annoyed at his tone, as she tossed him a small veil that barely glinted in the light of the street lamps.
Reaching out he managed to catch it before it hit the stone walkway. Pulling the stopper out with his teeth , he spit it to the ground before draining the contents of the veil. He didn’t feel any different, but he never did. A quick check of his hand confirmed that he was once again light skinned, he ran the same hand through his hair to make sure that it once again curtained his face. “I think this op was worse then the last one.” His voice sounded strange in his own ears, the bass a stark contrast to the soprano he had become accustomed to.
“I saw them bring that Mithra out. She looked catatonic.”
“He, Kylea. The Mithra was a boy. Couldn’t have been more then 18. Though even with all I’ve seen and done I don’t know if I would be able to cope with what happened to him tonight had it been me.”
“Elvaan are just plain sick if you ask me. And I hope the other nations come down hard on this place for what’s been going on. The boat back to Jeuno will be leaving port in ten minutes. We better pick up the pace if we don’t want to miss it.”
Thain nodded and ran down the path of houses, through the darkened corridors of the port and across the dock leading into the waiting airship. Slightly out of breath he leaned his left hand against the wall and placed his right on his knee.
“Out of shape much?” Kylea asked from her perch on the stairs leading up to the deck.
Thain glanced up at her from under his brow and scowled slightly. “Not everyone is versed in the ‘art’ of running away.”
She scoffed at him before pulling out a deck of cards and shuffling them randomly. In Thain’s opinion it was one of her most annoying habits, but one he had grown use to over time.
The airship lurched slightly as it pulled out of the port and made a seamless transition from floating upon the dark murky depths to floating amidst the stars.
Walking up the stairs to the deck Thain closed his eyes as the wind whipped against his face and took a deep breath. He was physically and mentally exhausted from the mission and planned on spending his first day off in bed.
“The boss wants to brief us on our next mission as soon as we land.” Kylea informed him as she sat against the railing, her face turned up to the sky.
He groaned and sunk down onto the deck beside her. “You’re kidding? I’ve been working this case for months and I’m not even going to get a break before they send me out again?”
“Doesn’t look like it.” She replied with a shrug
Thain let his head fall back against the rail with a thud and closed his eyes. “Wake me when we get home then.”