The Mistress is Awake

TITLE: The Mistress is Awake

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

FANDOM: Killer7

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Killer7 or any of its characters and am not making a profit.

RATING: NC-17

NOTE: Hurts, doesn't it?

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Please leave your message after the tone.

Hello Mr. Smith. The election is drawing near, have you decided on your vote? If you haven't, please let the Republic party make the most of your precious vote. Thank you and have a nice day.

Kaede looked at the answering machine with what might have been a faint smile on her face. It was nice to hear the message Garcian always heard. In fact, now that she came to think of it, it was nice to be here without having to shoot down giggling abominations. The trailer might have been small, but she wasn't here often enough to get bored of it.

The redhead turned away from the machine and walked towards the blue couch. The floor was cold under her bare feet, but that didn't bother her much. She'd walked across plenty of surfaces that had been colder, harder and, on occassion, slippier and squishier than this. After she sat down, she stretched herself lazily, allowing a lot of hitherto unnoticed tension to drain from her body.

What to do, what to do?

Kaede lay down on her back, her right hand idly wandering across the blood-stained white dress that was her only garment. She could always change her makeup, but she wasn't really feeling in the mood. It'd be pointless anyway. Too much effort, not enough reward. No. Today... Well, if she'd be given the time, today she was going to relax.

Smiling vaguely to herself, Kaede let her wandering hand move towards her chest and allowed to caress her right breast through the fabric of her little blood-stained dress. She hissed a little at the sensation, feeling it warm her barely-clothed body. How long had it been since she'd last felt anything even remotely like this? She couldn't remember. Too long then.

She reached up and slid one thin strap off her shoulder, allowing her to pull down her blood-stained dress enough to reveal one of her modest breasts. She gasped just a little when she brushed it with her fingertips. Her breasts weren't normally this sensitive, but it really had been far, far too long since she'd been let out like this. Even the lightest touch echoed heavily through her deprived body. She couldn't imagine what it would be like once she got to...

No. Let's not think about that just yet.

Kaede moved two fingers over her soft and sensitive skin, feeling them leave a trail of heat in their wake. Her hand moved down to the curve, gripped and squeezed softly while her thumb continued to rub against her skin. Her body actually trembled a little and she very nearly moaned. Her chest began to heave just a little as her breathing deepened and her arousal grew. She slowly moved her hand up and took her nipple between two fngers. She inhaled sharply and her back arched slightly when she felt the thin shiver of pleasure run through her. She breathed out sl