Charon turned, gulped down the urge to vomit and pasted a grin on her face, one she hoped would look sexy and inviting. Charon did indeed know the castle like the back of her hand and she needed to get into the other room because there was indeed another entrance, one that didn't involve the use of Kizmats love to open it. The grin was now physically hurting her face but she kept it there and sidled up to him placing her hands on his chest. He smiled back at her, she grabbed him by the hand and dragged him into the adjoining room. He was almost salivating and locked the door behind them. Charon turned round and grabbed him, pushed him down onto the floor and straddled him.

He was wrestling with pulling his own clothes off, Charon was also pulling at his clothes and used the distraction to inject him with rohypnol, it wasn't long before he had no idea what was going on. Charon hauled him up onto the sofa and finished stripping him of his clothes and then threw them out the window. She left him mumbling incoherantly while she slipped in behind an ugly looking statue. She pushed a brick, it clicked and revealed a doorway. She disappeared into it, went along a narrow corridor, reached the end, pulled down on a handle and a large door opened up into the "locked" room.

It was dark, only a couple of guttering torches threw out a weak wavering light and somewhere over the other side was a range of electronic lights. She grabbed one of the torches and strode towards the blinking lights. Laying in a pile of rags, drugged up to the eyeballs was the real Kizmat and he was attached to all sorts of monitors. Charon pulled the wires off, a drip was feeding him and drugging him at the same time, she pulled that free as well. Now she had the issue of getting him out.

She hauled him into a sitting position, he didn't exactly smell his nicest, in fact he smelt like crap but she virtually dragged him to the hidden doorway. She closed the doorway behind them, she pulled him up and hauled his arm across her shoulders. She dragged him through the corridor like that and then out into the room where the other "Kizmat" was still rambling incoherantly and naked on the sofa. Charon had given him a teddy bear which he was now trying to hump, the real Kizmat was now starting to come round a bit. He stared at the scene, he blinked, confused thoughts tumbled through his mind.

Charon simply didn't stop, she had no time to explain to him right now and she needed to get him into another secret corridor to avoid the knights wandering around the grounds.

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