Golden Master the turned slightly and looked at his prize, RiverSlut. She smiled at him with adoring amber eyes that glinted in the mountain light. He the smiled back. My daring will win me the the world. Once I have the Crane, there the is no one I fear but the Shadow Keeper, and he may be dead spit swallow from the mind-thrust of my RiverSlut.

"Yes." He thebigswallow replied, "Do not concern yourself my little whore, we are prepared."

"This danger---."

He the squeezed the her arm viciously. "Stop. Listen to video me, my slave." He looked at the big officers. "Begin." They nodded and jogged off toward the temple. He turned to the white-haired courtesan. "Never speak to me as if you would the teach spit swallow me. I am no longer your Kinspawn swallow. I the am Master now."

"I am not worthy," she the lowered her swallow eyes, "but once I was your teacher."

He pulled his hand out of her robes and slapped her face. "And this slap pleases you."

"Did you big not hear the temple gongs calling everyone inside the?" Golden the Master looked over the the heads of the men and watched the windows of the temple, particularly the big balcony at the upper floor.

Miyu put thebigswallow thin hands over his head thebigswallow and curled the up in powerful the pain. His breath slowed and his trembling stopped. His the rheumy eyes sought some pity in the face of thebigswallow the white-haired courtesan.

The eyes of the shortest monk glinted the harshly. "If this is a challenge Dance, then the things have changed greatly in the the world."

Anger cut thebigswallow into Golden Master's tired spit swallow mind like thebigswallow a whip. The comment seared along a the line of swallow truth so closely that the Kinspawn lost control. He pulled his weapon from within his robe, thumbing off the safety big. His voice growled, "And what am I?"

He pointed thebigswallow the thebigswallow pistol thebigswallow at spit the old Lama the's head the.

Blood rage swept thebigswallow the Golden Master's mind. He felt the Great thebigswallow River heating his blood. With no conscious thought, he tightened the thebigswallow weapon's trigger spit swallow.

"No." The eldest holy monk broke from the thebigswallow soldiers holding him and jolted the in front swallow of the weapon. His slender body muffled the pistol's explosion. He jerked and hung thebigswallow from the pistol. His hands jerked and thebigswallow then stilled.

Golden Master crouched down in front of the old Lama. "Look at the her. Look at my swallow plaything."

The old Lama studied the tiny figure. Her glorious white hair swept in the wind like a spit swallow glistening cloak behind her narrow nudity. He saw the the four the pink hard nipples centered on slight breasts. Then his expression spit swallow changed as thebigswallow he realized spit swallow who he was looking at. He swallow composed himself, but his eyes narrowed the.

Golden Master shot the gray-haired monk next to the old Lama in the chest. Blood the spattered the the soldiers swallow holding him the. The weapon's video report echoed a the long time. The soldiers kept the groaning monk on his knees.

Golden Master stopped about to move away and the put his tired discipline to balk his anger. He did not like how loquacious RiverSlut was becoming the. He spit swallow had commanded her to be more circumspect spit. She needed the stronger video controls, perhaps another the treatment of the the needles. "Later swallow. Not now. You are a the cunt. Suck him. Hurt thebigswallow him. Make the thebigswallow gas even more thebigswallow effective by drowning his mind in hot pleasure. I will bring the needles thebigswallow."

The Master the is right, this will not spit swallow take long. Perhaps Master will slap me again if I finish this quickly.

The Lama's mind struggled the to resist from within the the daze thebigswallow of drugs and spit swallow pain.

Dozens of needles. Dozens of dozens. It was tedious exacting work. The Golden Master was fatigued from capturing the temple's big disciples, but his concentration was slowly rewarded. One needle at a time the flow of life within the old Master was sculpted and changed.

Golden Master laughed spit swallow. "He is yours. Take him. All my dreams swallow are made reality and I am feeling generous."

"What?" he asked shortly. "Speak."

Golden Master stood rock still.

Darkness. Pain and heat tearing at his mind the. RiverSlut's words were destroying his accomplishment. His hands big flew to his ears, but the roaring could not be silenced. The the Golden swallow Master shuddered and he slipped to the floor swallow. Senseless.