6.1 Modulation: Villa

Jillian woke up confused. This wasn’t her bed. She was quite sure she’d never been here before, though she was still tired enough that it was possible she was wrong.

She rolled over, suppressing a groan—so many muscles felt stiff that she couldn’t immediately identify them all.

Curled up on the far side of the rather large bed, though on top of the multicoloured blankets, was Flair. Clearly she’d been reading, though Jillian now had her attention.

“Good morning.”

“It’s morning?”

“Well, very early Sunday morning. You’ve been asleep for about twelve hours. I wish you didn’t have to go to work tomorrow, so there’d be longer for you to relax and recover, but at least I can look after you for today. Are you hungry?”

“Ravenous.”

“Why don’t you drop by the bathroom and then come back here, and I’ll go make you something breakfast-ish? How do scrambled eggs and bacon and toast sound?”

“Heavenly. But you don’t have to…”

Flair laughed. “Humour me.”

Jillian surrendered. “Thank you.”

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5.4 Graduation

The day went on in similar vein. Jewel ate, napped, got up, and got back to work. Once, she discovered that the chastity belt’s rear strap could adjust itself to include a substantial ring that allowed her to pass waste. The ring was somewhat uncomfortable when walking, it felt like it was holding her cheeks apart, so she asked Nikandros to make it just a strap again after that.

Flair took naps, too. One was with Dagrun. Another time, Jewel saw her snuggled against Mistress, head resting on a loop of scaled tail with other loops draped around her. The rest of the time, she took care of drinks and food, but her current jobs apparently included little sex—except with Master, who was clearly always up for it.

Nechtan and Nikandros each wanted to try between her thighs, as did Hyld; Henry and Nikandros each wanted between her breasts, though Hyld declined that one. Since the only way she could get any of them down her throat was with Nikandros’ help, at one point she was on her knees, her wrists fastened to rings on her corset so she couldn’t use her hands; Henry and Nechtan and Hyld took turns, while Nikandros lounged in a chair and let her go down on him for a bit between them to keep her gag reflex tamed. Around that, there were plentiful opportunities, with or without her wrists restrained, to practice her new skills with female anatomy—including Mistress’ slightly alien snake-form slit and Sati’s cool vulva where it was less unsettling for Jewel to keep her eyes closed than to be unable to make out any detail. After every six, more or less, she got her reward, and it was invariably a very powerful orgasm—once in a sixty-nine with Flair while Sati was fucking Jewel again, once thanks to Henry’s clever hands. Once, Nechtan took over her hands and masturbated himself with them, out of her control—then used her own hands on her moments later without releasing control, while she was still wildly aroused from that.

Sati asked for another photo session. With permission, once she got Jewel into the right pose she froze her there briefly, long enough to get the photos she wanted from multiple angles, and apparently video as well, and all the while, her own hand freely stroked her helpless—and desperately turned-on—work of art.

And she still needed four more for her own next release.

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5.3 Gold Star

When Nechtan ran a hand down Jewel’s cheek, she turned her head to catch his index finger carefully in her teeth. And once she had it, she could run her tongue in slow circles around it, pretending it was something more substantial. The texture was… well… she couldn’t say she loved it, but she did like Nechtan and she wasn’t going to make a halfhearted attempt for anyone. It wasn’t her place to have personal opinions about anything or anyone, just to do her job. If that meant she needed to suppress her gut reaction to a slightly rubbery skin and a thin layer of tasteless slime by staying focused on the person inside… well… she could do that.

Being a sex toy, her own desires in a distant second place below the desires of her owners and their guests, was about as satisfying as anything she could ever have imagined anyway. Which actually made it deeply erotic simply because she was doing it despite her own lack of attraction, and would do so with proper enthusiasm, although there was something paradoxical and confusing about that.

She just hoped the leather of her outfit could handle it. But then, her satin last time had refused to allow any soil, so probably it was fine.

So, she kept playing with his captive finger, and he made no effort to extricate it.

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5.2 Education

The only fae there was Mistress, reclining in her natural spectacular serpentine form on one of the low platforms. Flair was there too, quietly setting a glass of white wine on a low table in Mistress’ easy reach, but only Mistress mattered right now.

Mistress beckoned her over. “Come let me look at you. Stay on your feet and put your hands behind you so I can see.” Jewel obediently did so, her feet shoulder-width apart as Master had directed earlier, and kept her eyes low while Mistress took her time looking her over. Mistress even got up and made a slow circle around her, her tail a shining scaled ring on the floor around Jewel, then a second loop that spiralled close enough for her to touch. Her hands made Jewel shiver, wishing she were restrained so she couldn’t possibly disobey involuntarily. “Oh my. I expected wonderful and you’ve surpassed it. I doubt your master could resist playing with you before he sent you here, hm?”

“Master was happy with me, Mistress.” That seemed like a fair assessment.

Mistress chuckled and looked at her alabaster-and-metal pet. “Does that surprise you at all, sweetheart?”

“I doubt ‘happy’ begins to cover it, Mistress,” Flair said. “Can I get you anything else?”

“Not currently, but I imagine your master would like a drink at this point.”

“I’ll find him and ask.”

“And listen for any of the guests arriving, of course, but I don’t expect them for a while. As for you, my lovely toy… you are most certainly a jewel, and I am very pleased with you so far.”

“Thank you, Mistress. I’m glad.”

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5.1 Twenty-Four Hours: Rabbithole, Again

I can do this.

Also, I have to do this, no choice. But I can do this. I can get through this.

Stop yelling at me to go to Min! I’m going, I’m going! It’s not my fault I got held up and missed the bus and had to wait for the next one! I texted her with why, she knows I’m not trying to cheat!

The bus felt like it took forever to get to the stop nearest Min’s apartment. The nagging pressure in her head had started shortly before the time she normally left work. It wouldn’t have been so bad if she’d caught her usual bus. But this was distinctly uncomfortable. Yes, she was scared—this time, not because she had no idea at all what was coming, but because she had just enough idea to be certain it would be difficult. But not impossible. That faith, that Min and Nikandros, Dagrun and Henry and the others, would keep her safe, that made all the difference.

Even if they were being their full-on fae selves with her as their consenting human toy, rather than just being slightly odd but friendly.

Min buzzed her in the building door. The apartment door, unsurprisingly, was ajar—Min had told her to come directly in. She hardly even thought about hanging her purse on the coat-rack and dropping her overnight bag under it on her way to kneel at Min’s feet.

With the gentle caress of Min’s fingers on her cheek, the insistent nagging stopped.

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4.3 Defiance

A drawback to this apartment, one Jillian had considered a reasonable trade compared to how much she otherwise liked it, was that there were no laundry facilities in the building. That meant a short walk, only about four blocks, to the nearest laundromat.

Right at the moment, however, it felt like the safest place to be—aside from with Min or Nik—was behind her own locked door, with Henry’s protective cord around it and the windows. A block or so to a quiet little curry place wasn’t so bad, but a longer walk, to sit in the relatively exposed laundromat, felt more alarming.

Jillian paced around the apartment, deeply unsettled. She hated the idea of cowering indoors, but…

Did that mean Brett won? Did it matter, since a moral victory could still be an ultimate loss if she got hurt? A passing comment or two from Min on the phone made her strongly suspect that whatever Nik had learned, it wasn’t something Min liked, and that was worrying.

On the other hand, Min had repeatedly told her that she should go about her life and not be afraid, and she didn’t believe Min would say that unless she could back it up. She had the silver serpent ring on her hand…

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