Tarasha - Season 3 - Episode 131

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Tarasha - Season 3 - Episode 131

Three months later

‘Tara, Tara…’ Omotara was asleep when she heard the gruff voice of her Tent Lord calling unto her. Sleepily, she rose from the bed and searched around the place for something with the aid of the very dim light provided, she found the short wrapper beside the girl who slept beside her and picked it up. She wrapped it around her waist to cover her loose undergarment as she proceeded towards the door.

She walked out of the tent to meet the Tent Lord waiting outside with two other men, all three of them were holding long wooden lamps lit up with burning fires at the edges.
‘You follow these men now, the Mother Queen needs your attention.’ the Tent Lord said to her in a trembling tone.
She stared at the men’s faces for a second and then at her Tent’s Lord, the look she got on his face made her turn back to the men immediately and step forward to them in obedience. They gestured for her to move forward while they followed behind with their lamps.

Tarasha continued without uttering a word, though she could sense that there was trouble in the air. At the same time, she had a feeling of excitement because the Mother Queen had called for her attention. Several stories have the girls been told about the Mother Queen and most of them admired and adored her even without seeing her yet. It became the dream of most of the girls to graduate into the stage where they would receive lessons from the Mother Queen herself. Now Tara was getting it at this midnight but for unknown reasons.
The sounds made by the insects, rodents and wild animals in the bushes did not scare the three as they walked through the tiny bush paths. A piece of wet leaf dropped on Tarasha’s chest as the cold breeze swept across the place heavily. She picked the green leaf from the top of her left b----t where it stuck to and flung it away. She readjusted the straps of her bra which was the only thing covering her chest and for a moment fondled her b-----s in her bra. She was now fifteen and the twins were developing as it should be. She was proud of them as they had been taught that having great b0s0ms was a great asset to female assassins.

They walked for more than an hour before they got to their destination. Tara was already sick of the journey as she felt like a goat being led to slaughter. It wasn’t the first time she or other girls would be woken up at midnight but it was always for a defined reason and with a defined duration of time to complete an assignment.
They finally entered into a very gigantic building through a door which appeared to small for the mightiness of the building. Inside the place chilling, the place seemed empty and their footsteps could be heard echoing as they walked through a narrow passage.
After walking for another three minutes, they came across the first human being all through their journey in a small brightly lit room. The man collected the lamps from the two men who brought Tara and said something to them in a Russian language which Tara understood fairly. The man was telling them that the Queen was already expecting them.
Whatever it was the Queen summoned her for, it must be something big, Tara thought to herself with a feeling of importance. She was still surprised that the Queen could be waiting for her at such an hour of the day.
One of the men knocked as they got in front of a tall wooden door. The door was opened from inside and he stepped it first, before calling in Tara and the other man. The Hall was brightly lit so Tara could see everything and everyone the way they were.
Tara needed no one to tell her who the Mother Queen was as she entered into the Hall. It wasn’t what she expected at all. The Mother Queen was black, a black American. She had thought the Mother Queen would be a Russian woman. The Mother Queen was however very beautiful, as beautiful as what had been described in the stories she had heard. Even though advanced in age, the Mother Queen still had a perfect slim body and beautiful eyes. She had no crown on her head as expected but was only differentiated from the other Queens which sat at her both sides by the colour of her dress. She was putting on a short sleeve golden top which stopped right after covering her b-----s and a long flowing white skirt which touched the floor from her seating position. All the Queens seated close to her also dressed the same way but theirs were red tops on black skirts. They all had beautiful but devilish looks just like the Mother Queen. There were very few men seated after the junior queens and Tarasha could recognize some of their faces; they were the Zonal Lords seated with Lord Vladimir few months ago at the Lover’s Bloodbath where she killed Marvin. Her eyes searched around the place for Lord Vladimir and she finally found him but he wasn’t seated like the others, he was kneeling on the floor, faced down and tied with chains on his hands and legs.

The queens and Lord who seemed to be discussing something previously stopped and turned to the door after one of the Lords called their attention to Tara’s entrance. As Tara’s eyes met with the Mother Queen’s, she shivered and felt blood rushed through all the veins and arteries in her body.
‘Is that the machine?’ the Mother Queen asked, rising up to her feet to have a good view of Tara.

‘Yes, it is.’ one of the men seated replied.
Lord Vladimir raised his head at that point in time and his eyes met with Tara’s as she proceeded slowly forward following the direction of the man who ushered her in. Lord Vladimir kept an expressionless face, ready for what was about to befall him.
‘Come closer,’ the Queen said, mentioning her words slowly in a rather pleasant voice. ‘Stop,’ she ordered Tara when the latter was standing at the straight position to hers though they were still both far away. ‘She’s African,’ the Queen noted and looked at the men’s face for confirmation.

‘Yes my Queen,’ a Lord answered, bowing his head slightly.
The Mother Queen sat back on her seat and crossed her legs. ‘What’s your name?’ she asked in a calm voice which sounded very harmless to Tara.

‘Omotara, Omotara Danjuma.’ Tara mentioned in full.