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Mortal Kombat: Sindel Queen of Edenia.	By : Nickamano Category: +M through R > Mortal Kombat Views: 2230 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shao Kahn groaned at the stark, statuesque loveliness before him. He had heard of Queen Sindel of Edenia all the way from his Outworld throne. Heard of her remarkable beauty, her lissom sensuality, her raw sexual attractiveness. Indeed, it was a major part of his desire to take the Realm and add it to his collection. And now that plan had come to fruition and she was his. His to take, his to ruin.
Shao Kahn did not love, he desired and he planted his desire into whatever female took his fancy. But until this very moment he had never seen such a morsel of breath-taking regal beauty or raw ravenous sexuality. He had spent eons rutting with Outworlder females of every race. Females of defeated enemies; slaves; wives, sisters and daughters. Even his own generals and lieutenants had been compelled to hand over their females for his entertainment whenever he had seen fit to make use of them. It had always been fun, as much an expression of power as a pursuit of physical pleasure -
The Shokan had inventive uses for their four arms, and despite their physical size the females proved extraordinarily tight. Getting blown by a Tarkatan was an interesting experience, fraught and very sadomasochistic. His very best blowjobs had come from skilled Tarkatans, and also the worst. He had killed more female Tarkatans whose razor-sharp teeth had scraped or pierced his cock flesh than he cared to consider. He had also learned that the older females were much preferable to the young and inexperienced in that regard. Fucking a centaur was like fucking a horse, an interesting exercise in power and control, but not particularly rewarding. Naknada were like smaller, weaker version of the Shokan in many ways. Less of a challenge and easier to subjugate. Dragons were unfortunately cold, reptilian, not much different to fucking a fish, or a corpse. Human Outworlders were nothing but whores. Those females would do anything and everything with their master, most of them more than happy to serve. They would get beaten and fucked to within an inch of the grave and then heal and come back for more. It grew almost tedious.
But this Edenian female, this Sindel, was above and beyond, by far above and beyond. She was no mere female. She was a woman. Beyond any female he had seen before. And she was his to do with as he pleased. For now, it would please him to take her as his Queen. She was necessary in that role to maintain the peace and keep the rebellious under foot. Not that he would care about Edenian rebels, he would happily massacre every rebel he came across, and their entire families and everyone in their home town or village, it made good sport. However, as Prince Goro had pointed out, maintaining a healthy stock of the populace, controlled and subjugated, was preferable to having mountains of rotting corpses. And an Edenian Queen at his side would go far to ensure peace and cooperation.
So, she would lead day-to-day under his watchful gaze, as his puppet. And when she wasn’t leading, or whenever the mood took him, she would pleasure him, with all of her. Her body and her mind, her duty, her passion and skill, her fear and her pain and her grief and horror. He would use all of her to give his pleasure. Starting now.
“Come to me, Queen.”
He watched her as she hesitantly took the three steps to the dais and then ascended the platform to his throne. Her body was tight and taut. Muscles firm and clenching beneath the flesh, flesh that appeared infinitely smooth and silken, with a tan as though she had been dipped in molten butter.
He wondered if she had felt the birth of the black streak in her hair appear when she had watched her weakling husband torn asunder and dropped to the ground as a corpse. He had seen it happen, before his mildly shocked eyes. It was as though some Elder God had taken a brush of black paint and anointed the centre of her crown from brow over the top of her head and right down her back. The ebony streak had aged her suddenly, though not physically, her face and body still retained the delightful bloom of youth. She had aged within. The streak had created a sense of the distinguished in this woman. Like some young waif having just lost her maidenhead, she had instantly matured into something new, as though stepping from the shadow of the young inexperienced know-nothing into the light of the fully grown and sexually mature woman.
The arrant, youthful beauty of her facial features reflected that maturity anew. And in Shao Kahn’s eyes she could not have looked any better, unless perhaps in the throes of physical distress. Flowing tears and a quivering lip would also suit her well. He would have to confirm as much. But in due course.
Watching her slow approach, he enjoyed the taut flex of her muscles beneath that softening layer of clear unblemished skin, the long lissom limbs, the broad shoulders and the hourglass flow of waist into hips. The length of her legs especially, was eye catching, long lustrous thighs lifting, muscles and ligaments becoming taut as she shifted her weight as she ascended the dais’ steps. She was grace incarnate. Other than those huge high full breasts. That delectable pair bounced and quivered hypnotically. The dark pink nipples pointed straight at him, enticing, inviting. He would gorge himself on those teats soon enough. He would pierce them with his canines and drink of her very life. And then he would plant new life into her, Outworlder life. Perhaps he would mingle his seed with that of others, and see what would come out. He had learned of that arcane practice long ago. One of the many secrets of the flesh pits. He knew hybridisation and he knew cloning. The latter proved far more effective and simpler but the former intrigued him on a much more primordial level.
His own essence combined with a Dragon or a Shokan, or even a Centaur, forced into the egg of the Edenian Queen. Three separate essences combined within and carried by Sindel and within a year there would be a new Prince or Princess of Edenia. His heir.
But first would come the pleasure of taming this supple, utterly sexual warrior woman. Taming, then breaking, and then moulding into a whore-slave-Queen worthy of King Shao Kahn. Emperor Shao Kahn.
“You will show me what you are capable of. If I am unsatisfied of course, there will be consequences. Though not for you my Queen, for your subjects. I may choose to order every female in the Palace whipped into submission and then raped without pause for a complete day and night. How many would die or fall into madness, after such treatment? How many would find themselves carrying Outworlder offspring in their bellies?”
“Your threats are pointless, husband. You shall have all my passion and my attention and my skills. Every time we lay together, you have my word.”
“Then your subjects have no cause for concern, wife.”
He smiled, but it slipped into a sneer. And he was gratified to see fear in Sindel’s huge lustrous eyes. However, her huge lustrous breasts still shook as she topped the dais, continuing to distract him.
“But you have not yet proved yourself worthy enough to call me husband. Until I am satisfied you are worthy you will call me ‘master’.”
“Of course, master.” She gave him a coy smile.
However, Shao Kahn could see a reflection of his own sneer. It made him grin. He liked her spunk the fire within her. He would tap that fire, enjoy the pleasure of extinguishing it while filling her with spunk of his own.
“Kneel before me. Kiss my feet. And then work your way up. I believe you will know where to stay.”
He watched her lower herself curled up at his feet, her hair fanning out across her lithe, muscular back. Her lips, plush and warm touched his feet, the tops, each toe individually, following the tendons that ran in lines from toes to where the leg and foot joined together. It was a pleasant sensation, delightfully soft and warm, both from the heat of those full delectable lips but also from her breath as it slid from her nostrils. His groin was reacting with a pleasant tingle, but it wasn’t enough.
   “To kiss is to include the tongue, woman. Do not forget such things.”
Her tongue came out, slick and hot, probing his foot and toes and between them. They no doubt tasted and smelled vile, sweaty and leathery but she didn’t complain or show any apprehension.
“I am impatient. Come up here.” He grunted.
As she silently lifted herself back into a kneeling position, Shao Kahn shuffled his iron hard buttocks to the edge of the seat then spread his legs and hooked them over the arms of the throne, exposing the inner curve of his buttocks, his anus and the huge overfilled sack of his testicles.
“Put your tongue in my ass and your hands on my balls.”
She did so. Needing both hands to properly engage with his scrotum while she hawked a mouthful of saliva and then spat it accurately onto his perineum so that it trickled immediately downwards, in between his buttocks, coating his sphincter ring.
Face blank, devoid of either passion or disgust, Sindel leaned in to bury her face between his buttocks, hands over her brow cupping and lifting his full, weighty testicles. Her fingers played over the wrinkled satin flesh, gently stroking and squeezing the large pair of balls within. She pushed her mouth up onto her sphincter, first anointing his anal ring with pursed-lip kisses then with the tip of her tongue. She licked him, flicking and circling, then tightened the tip of her tongue and inserted it. She wriggled it a little this way and that, teasing him and working the ring of muscle so it relaxed and allow her to push deeper. Shao Kahn shuffled forward with his hips and put his huge hands onto the back of her head, pulled her harder against him.
So far, he was thoroughly enjoying himself. She certainly had a talented mouth and seemed to have no shame or hesitation about obeying his deliberately humiliating orders. Pressing her firmly to his buttocks, his balls all but resting across her forehead, her nose half squashed against his sensitive perineum, her nasal exhales tickling him delightfully. He groaned at the feel of her tongue probing inside his anus, thrusting in deep, wriggling around, licking at his ring and then thrusting back and forward as deeply as she could. His cock was at full mast already and his lust was driving a feeling of impatience that he was all too eager to embrace.
“That’s good, Wife. Now suck my balls while your fingers work my shaft.”
She followed his every instruction to the letter and without delay. Her lips, her tongue and the surprising degree of suction laved his testicles, first singularly and then both together, while her fingertips trailed up and down his throbbing hardness. Her light touch tickled the clammy heat of his foreskin from root to crown, adding teasing light scrapes with her perfectly manicured nails. While in between she pinched the hard club of flesh firmly between fingers and thumbs as though testing its density. A few rapid up and down strokes with both fists enabled her to caress his entire length, pulling deep pleasurable groans from the Kahn.
“Time to use your throat Sindel. Get to sucking. And if your lips don’t kiss my groin, punishment will be forthcoming.”
“Do not despair husband.” Sindel replied around another coy smile. “My talent in this is equal to any you have experienced before, and superior to almost all.”
And then she angled his erection to her pouting lips and thrust her face down the length of his hot engorged shaft. Shao Kahn could not help but let out a long, drawn out and guttural groan. The Edenian Queen’s mouth, hot and wet and tight around his foreskin, slid smoothly down his length. At the halfway point, his bloated ribbed crown jabbed at the back of her throat and Sindel simply changed her angle slightly, barely missing a beat and stabbed herself forward then continued her descent, though it was tighter and hotter and a touch slower. Still, in seconds she had taken his entire length past her lips and a good half of it was lodged tight in her cinching oesophagus. Without command, she slid her tongue out past the plump buffer of her bottom lip and lapped at his ball sack. Saliva poured over her lip and tongue to bathe his balls while she used her hands to lift the fat orbs up to her flicking, tickling tongue.
He groaned at the feel. A shiver running down his body, his bare inner thighs dancing with little pleasure-driven shivers.
“Ohhh…” He groaned. “You were not wrong woman, that is exquisite.”
The feel of her tight lips slicking snuggly up and down his hardness, itself throbbing intensely, was almost as wonderous as the feel of her fast-flicking tongue that writhed across the underside of his meat. Her method and skill were the very acme of fellatio, especially whenever she paused with the crown under her tongue to flick and probe at all those most sensitive of pleasure centres, where the foreskin meets the glans. And all the while, her warm plentiful saliva continued to bathe him from root to crown. But better that all of it was when she plunged his length directly into her gullet and drove it onward, along that tight cinching fissure of soft, slick flesh until there was no shaft visible beyond the stretched ring of her plump succulent lips.
“Damn it, woman!” Shao Kahn moaned ecstatically. “You are too good at that.”
He grinned down at her as she strained her eyes to look up at him from between his spread legs.
“I will have you perform that particular duty each day from now. I may even reciprocate when the mood takes me. I know well how to ply your ‘peach’ I can provide much pleasure to you, should you prove worthy of such gifts. But for now, leave my meat and come sit up here on your rightful throne.”
He illustrated her ‘rightful throne’ by slapping his thigh. Sindel dragged the tight orifice of her mouth and throat from his shaft and the stood again. Shao Kahn studied the enticing shudder and sway of her immense and impossibly pert uplifted breasts, as he unhooked his legs from the arms of the throne and drew them back to the seat. He reached out an arm for Sindel and she offered him her hand. With surprising gentleness, he drew her onto his lap. She sat there atop his tree-truck solid thighs, his drool-gleaming erection like a monolith of yellow-orange rock jutting upright, pressed between the hills and valleys of his abdominals and her smooth hip. One of his hands slid possessively up and down a long rangy thigh, while his other hand idly explored her other curves.
Sindel sat dormant, she was shivering slightly, apparently anxious, but she held his gaze with strength and not a small amount of defiance. He liked that about her. She was no weeping violet, even in defeat. His eyes roamed her face, the shadows and the flickering highlights from the flames burning in the sconces all along the walls of the throne room, giving both warmth and form to her features.
Her skin was shockingly smooth and creamy. Her brows neat and with suggestion of a haughty arch. Framed by half-inch long curving lashes that were black as pitch, the shape of her almond eyes was wide and high, giving her the semblance of focussed attention, wisdom and clarity. Her irises, almost white, featured a clear though subtle hue of purple. Her small nose was straight and actually rather wide. Her lips were very full and pronounced, with a natural pout, and seemed quick to express her emotions, at the moment possessing a subtle downturn. Her chin was strong and a little pointed, softening a slightly oblong face. She really was a truly lovely morsel. And that was from the neck - a long and slender throat yet well formed with muscle - down. Below the neck she was nothing less than an absolute knockout.
Her buttocks, as his slid a hand across them were a dichotomy of diamond hard muscle beneath soft flesh, altogether smooth and warm to the touch. The flesh maintained the same perfection as his hand swept over her cool hip, her narrow waist and the sweep of her ribs coated by tightly coiled and powerful muscle. A quick half-hearted stroke of her upper arm revealed more of that surprising power encased in the hard-soft dichotomy and then his hand was on her breast. The heat, the weight of it, despite the unbelievable pertness, the sheer size. The interesting pucker of her dusky pink hammer-pommel size areola and the stiffness of the fingertip-nipple that jutted, perfectly positioned, in the centre. He pinched the nipple fiercely, rolled it, pulled it. He trapped it between two knuckles so he could tease the puckered tip with the pad of a thumb, all the while enjoying all the winces, gasps, moans and whimpers the woman let out in response.
The hand remained on her breasts, shifting left to right to repeat his caresses, assaults and abuses at one orb and then the other. The hand on her thigh however, let go and scooped around the nape of her neck between her spine and her hair. And he pulled her face to his and shoved his lips onto her slack mouth. Forcing a kiss on her. A first kiss. He knew his razor-maw would be a problem for her but that was half of the fun, and a little taste of her blood in with the saliva exchange was a sweet addition, as was the taste of her fear. He had rent tongues before, in slaves numerous times and more than a few daughters of his enemies, and it had been a sweet dominance. However, Sindel would need her tongue, not only to ply her expertise to his phallus each day, but also in order to work her magic as Queen, to be his puppet and ensure the Edenians behaved themselves and maintained the peace.
And so, he was careful with his fanged maw, asserting no more than little pricks, bringing meagre beads of her sweet lifeblood blooming and then rolling onto his tastebuds. Still, she whimpered and moaned even while she kept up her kiss. She seemed to enjoy it more, at least by comparison, when he stuffed her mouth full of his own much longer and reptilian tongue, probing her tonsils and uvula making her gag and cough. He even throat fucked her, and with its prehensile ability, made her throat bulge outward from within. The tears that flowed either from exertion or terror were almost as sweet as the taste of her blood. And all the while his hand molested her breasts, squeezing and crushing and twisting to his heart’s content. They would no doubt bruise up purple and then black in the days to come, but they would heal. And when they were once again pristine, he would eagerly mark them anew.
“Now… fuck me, my Queen.”
She didn’t even get the chance to climb on, or offer a response. He took both huge breasts in his hands, bunching them in his fists, as though preparing to tear them right off her body. And then he used the grip to lift her and position her over his shaft. The woman desperately grasping at whatever she could, of the Kahn or his throne to support herself and keep the worst of the pressure from her bosom.
Again, it was her reactions and her responses, both visual and vocal, that Shao Kahn enjoyed the most. Her hands snatched hurriedly onto his scale-plated shoulders and her feet came up, spread outside of his thighs onto the seat of the throne as she quickly positioned the sheath of her cunt above his upthrust phallus, the heat of her lips meeting the bulbous crown of his pulsing erection. He deliberately corkscrewed her breasts in his cruel grasp and pulled her urgently down his engorged shaft. As she was penetrated, along with the tit torture, Sindel cried out. Her hands snatched onto his desperately, a silent plea for clemency. Instead of showing mercy, he scratched at her stiff nipples with his claw-like thumbnails, drawing more beads of blood to the surface, while his Edenian bride was not so slowly impaled on the thick shaft of his erect cock.
The slick heat of her was almost as exquisite as her tightness and the way the walls of her cunt caressed the sensitive flesh of his member.
Shao Kahn began to fuck himself with her body. Using her as little more than a human size masturbatory sleeve with a pace and aggression that, according to the expression on her lovely face, the Edenian had not anticipated.
He found the snug envelope of her cunt fantastically hot and gripping. And though perhaps not yet well lubricated, there was more than enough drool from her mouth coating his meat. Plus, he knew that no matter what, with enough quick deep thrusting she’d become properly juiced up before long. He pulled her down firmly onto his lap, releasing one vice grasp of her breast to throw an arm over her shoulder and use his superlative strength to force Sindel downward, to get the Edenian bottomed out good and proper. There was still three or four inches of his length not yet inside her even when he felt the heated blockage of her cervix pressing firmly against his swollen crown, but a bit of firm pressure, which of course brought out more gasping moans and tears from his new bride, and he felt that additional annex opening up for him and those last few inches eased their way inside her body. And in another overreaction, Sindel all but squealed at the sudden white hot pain. She would just have to get used to it.
“Now, Wife.” He said, filling his hands with her breasts again. “We’re going to fuck here on my throne until the sun rises. I will change positions as and when I feel like it. If I cum before sunup, you will be punished. If I cum before you do, you will be punished. If you have not cum at least once before the sun has risen, you will be punished.”
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Sindel surprised the Kahn. He hadn’t been totally serious about the punishment. He might have given her over to the horde, who still half-filled the throne room and were watching with silent, or mostly silent, lust. But it was only a half-baked punishment. However, Sindel more than proved herself capable, not only of enjoying herself, but pacing herself and keeping her master on the edge of climax and even lost in a delicious fog of pleasure for hours on end.
After a time, he spun her around so that she rode him with her back against his chest and found that was a better position for them both, even though he could no longer look upon her stunning face. His could still fill his hands with her breasts and enjoy the view and sensation of her pristine buttocks rocking, thrusting and gyrating on his lap.
He switched again, laying her on the seat of the throne with her ankles on his shoulders, her ass gripped vice tight in his hands, the position allowing her breasts total freedom to roll and swing and dance all over her chest. And throughout the missionary fuck she kept him expertly under her control with nothing more than her cunt muscles and the sexy, breathy noises she came out with. She drove him deep into the fog of pleasure with a tight grip on his pummelling cock, but then loosened their interactions and softened her vocal cacophony, which kept him submerged but only in the outer edge of the cloud of pleasure, only to pull him back into the centre just before he started to feel weary and distracted. Increased pleasure bringing him back to the joy and passion of her, of using her.
By the time the sun rose he was fucking her animal style. Sindel on her hands and knees on the seat of the throne while, standing behind her and using his full strength, Shao Kahn pummelled her perfect buttocks from behind. He had already stuffed both thumbs up her ass, and was casually stretching her anal ring while he brutally slammed at her cunt. This was another test. Once they retired to his royal bed-chamber he would sodomise her to his heart’s content. But before then, he wanted to test how resilient her anal muscles were. If she wasn’t cinched tight when he was ready to feed his cock into her rectum, if he slid in too easily because of his current teasing anal play, she would be punished and be made to anally fornicate with a hundred men, two hundred, until she had mastered the ability to strengthen her anal muscles accordingly. But that was for later, and only if she failed his test. Somehow, he didn’t think she would fail at all.
She climaxed suddenly, long and loud and the throne turned blue with curses of pleasure and humiliation. Her cum gushed explosively, like a man decapitated, the eruption practically arterial in its voracity. And the way her whole body quivered and shook against him, the way her cunt walls clenched so hard that he could barely even thrust into her, the way her back arched and she tossed her mane in ecstasy, showed him just how utterly powerful her climax had been.
He spanked her hard half a dozen times, adding fuel to the fire, though he could just as easily have overloaded her blossoming pleasure centre with pain. He didn’t really care. Though it did seem to add to her orgasm, rather than taking her away from it. In addition to the spanking, he asserted a faster, more driving pace into her. And, much to his prideful gratification actually extended her orgasm, birthing a second climax right behind the first so that one rolled over the other, intensifying and drawing out her reactions. He witnessed her weaken under the onslaught of powerful sexual joy and she gushed all over again. The second gusher was like a literal slap to his heavy swinging balls and the loud splattering impact brought him straight to his own completion.
Just like Sindel’s double-gusher had seemed. Shao Kahn’s own climax was a veritable explosion of hot pressurised cream. Each burst from the rock solid cunt-clenched head of his meat was like a geyser. He could feel each second-long expansion of his urethra as the liquid content of his churning balls blasted their way right out of him. He felt it hammer her womb and, with nowhere else to go, instantly backwash under intense pressure. His hips, as though under the control of his spraying climax, jerked solidly forward hammering her cervix, only retreating when the spraying burst ended and then slammed forward again as the next burst unleased itself.
After the second burst his spunk was pouring out of the seal between his fat shaft and Sindel’s tightly stretched cunt tunnel. After the eighth, it was running down both of their thighs, her inner, and the front of his, coating his balls and had thoroughly stained the seat of his throne. He couldn’t remember a bigger cum shot since his childhood when he’d forced, for the first time, a slave-nanny to satisfy his newly acquired lust, the first time had always been one to beat and Shao Kahn felt like he had actually just done so.
He pulled free of her, fully satisfied but inextricably still hard. He staggered, barely able to keep on his feet, realising that his reserves had been consumed in that explosive climax. Sindel on the other hand rose, a little more steadily, arched her back and stretched, arms over her head, going up onto her tiptoes. She looked over at one of the high leaded windows and smiled.
“And here comes the sun.” She gloated.
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Shao Kahn allowed Sindel to retire to her room for an hour with orders to dress in something alluring and come to him in the King’s private chambers for breakfast. After breakfast he would sodomise her for the first time. After the sodomy, she would use her mouth on him and have him empty his balls again. Perhaps then, they would rest and bathe together.
However, before that he ordered a small retinue of his Outworld slave girls, including a couple of the most attractive of the Palace guards, to be brought to him. He would take the edge off by using these women so he would have the staying power to really put his new wife through the ringer. Really test her skills and her stamina.
If she really was as good as he suspected, he would find out today.
As she took her leave, bowing to the monstrous brute filling the great throne that had once belonged to her beloved, Sindel tested her newly bought privilege.
“Master? Might I be allowed to spend a little time with my daughter before I join you for our first breakfast together.”
“You may. I will have her sent to your chambers. And afterwards she will be allowed back to her own rooms.”
“You have my gratitude beloved master.” Sindel bowed.
She hadn’t graced him with a smile. But she had more than proved herself. At least so far. He caught the eye of Baraka, one of his upcoming Lieutenants and gave him a nod. The Tarkatan, understanding his instruction, slipped through the crowd heading down toward the prison level.
“Wife. I am feeling generous, you have earned the right to call me ‘husband’. See that you keep up your shows of gratitude and I promise you a comfortable life here beneath me.”
“Of course, my husband. And thank you.” Sindel offered a flushed smile and a deep bow.
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King Jerrod, slid out from the shadows of the lowest of the dungeon corridors. He was inflamed with rage, but also fear and shame. He didn’t know how many Outworlders he had killed. Over a hundred easily. He had seen them out of the throne room windows, streaming in through the Palace gates like ants. And he knew the Palace was overrun and they were no longer able to achieve victory. At least, not in this particular battle.
He was well aware of his duty, to escape capture, to gather and rally his troops. And to eventually take back the Palace and his rightful place on the throne. But until then he had to survive. And that meant abandoning the Palace. And his beloved wife and daughter.
The thought of Sindel and what she would be put through, if she hadn’t been simply murdered on the spot, filled Jerrod with rage and hatred for the Outworlders. And the images that came unbidden into his mind of Sindel as a slave to the Kahn, made him feel queasy and he raged at himself for leaving her behind and in the position she would no doubt find herself in. If, indeed, she still lived. But more than anything he felt shame and self-loathing for his own failure to protect his family. Sindel should be at his side now. No matter what they had agreed beforehand. It had been a mistake. Well, Sindel’s fate wasn’t a mistake he could rectify but he could at least get Kitana out. At least he could have her with him, at his side. Living rough, hiding in caves and forests, certainly. But safe and together and free to fight another day.
As he fought his way through the Palace corridors, he used the Grasses to locate her. They passed information back and forth. He got wind of the defeat. Of his double’s demise in the throne. Of Sindel’s surrender to Shao Kahn (which made his blood boil) and that Kitana, in the arms of her nanny, was being escorted down to the dungeons. So, Jerrod and his core warrior escort had switched strategy, moving away from the passages that would allow them to escape and instead taking them into the bowels of the Palace where the dungeons were located. He sent some men into the cells to murder any Outworld prisoners who might betray them, while he and the remaining warriors lay in wait.
The ambush was quick and easy. There were only two Outworlders escorting the nanny and Jerrod himself killed them while his men dragged the nanny and young Kitana to the side to safety.
That was when the Chief of his advisors appeared. Wizened yet trusted above all others, he had seemingly followed in the wake of the group from a distance. He grabbed Jerrod and pulled him into a cell, as the deceased Outworlder escort was dragged away and dropped into the sewer-tunnels beneath the dungeon level.
  “Majesty. This cannot happen. Kitana must remain in the castle.”
“What are you saying man!? We are overrun. Sindel has been forced to surrender to Shao Kahn!”
“Indeed, Sire. And she will warm his body and continue to satisfy him, and his every whim, until you return with enough of an army to drive him from our lands. She had already made her sacrifice to save her people and protect her daughter.”
“So, she still lives?” Jerrod had to fight hard to keep from breaking down at the news. “She hasn’t been put to death?”
“She still lives, Sire. The Queen currently attends Shao Kahn in the throne room.”
The advisor’s deep blush and diverted eyes and ashamed expression told Jerrod exactly the meaning of the older man’s words. He felt a rush of rage and nausea.
“But Sire… if Shao Kahn learns of Kitana’s escape, or worse still, that that your Majesty survived and yet lives. He will not only murder her gracious Majesty, but every one of your subjects in the Palace, from the highest aristocrat to the lowest serving wench. It will be an absolute bloodbath!”
“She is my child, my flesh and blood. I cannot leave her to these Outworld barbarians!”
“Majesty, Queen Sindel has already given herself to Shao Kahn in order to protect the Realm and Kitana, to save her life and to keep her rank as Princess of Edenia and all the privileges that go with that title. Don’t let her gracious Majesty’s sacrifice be for nothing.”
“Sindel will have a new husband-King and Kitana a new father. I cannot leave Shao Kahn to raise my daughter. I cannot help Sindel in the short term. I see that and I grieve for her fate deeply. But I have the opportunity to save my daughter from his influence. From his evil.”
“But at what cost, Sire? Thousands of your subjects occupy the Palace still. It is your duty to protect them as well as you can. Not sacrifice them all for the sake of one, even your own lovely daughter.”
“How dare you…!”
But the Chief advisor talked over his King protest, risking all to protect Edenia from a father’s love for his child.
“We will do all we can to keep her safe and protected from Shao Kahn’s influence. My oath upon it, Sire. And you may place any wager on that being our beloved Queen’s foremost priority. You know this above all else! Please, Sire… if you have ever valued my council, then do so now. Leave Kitana here under our watchful gaze and her mother’s hard-won protection. Don’t let Sindel’s sacrifice and the suffering that is ahead of her in this tyrant’s bed… suffering you cannot halt… be for naught. Let me take Princess Kitana, I will look after her. She shall want for nought under my care, even down here in a cell. And in a short time, I assure you, wholly due to our ever-valiant Queen’s determination and her love for her people, Shao Kahn will order Princess Kitana returned to her own private chambers. Her safety will be guaranteed.”
Jerrod’s rage took a long time to diminish. His heart screamed to take the child out with him. But his advisor spoke wisely and his head saw that wisdom. And of course, he trusted his Queen. He also knew that Sindel’s coming torture under the caress and domination of the Outworld Kahn might well be offset by the proximity of her beloved child. Kitana’s protection would give Sindel hope and aspiration, which would give her fuel to maintain her position as the usurper’s concubine. If leaving Kitana here could lessen Sindel’s suffering even a little, how could he not?
“Very well,” he said with a heavy sigh. “I’m trusting you to keep her. Keep her safe and protected and away from the Kahn’s influence.”
“Thank you, Sire.” There were tears in the advisor’s eyes. Tears and relief. “Thank you.”
“When you can do so safely. Send my undying love to my wife. Tell her, tell Sindel, that she will see me again and that we will take back what is ours. And that I swear on all I hold dear that Shao Kahn will pay for every single dishonour he subjects her too.”
“I will, Sire. I will await your return. And on my oath, I will do all in my power for both your wife and your daughter.”
“Thank you, for all your love and dedication to Edenia. I wish you well my friend.”
“And you, my King.”
Jerrod rushed to the prison chamber to kiss his daughter farewell. And then led his retinue to the tunnels that would enable his escape.
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Mortal Kombat: Sindel Queen of Edenia.