6.3 Alienation

Jillian went home after work Monday only long enough to change into her favourite little black dress, fix her makeup, and toss together a few things for the next day into her overnight bag, before she hopped the bus to Gary’s apartment.

He let her in, but without a kiss of greeting, or any actual attempt at contact of any kind. Puzzled, she decided he was probably just tired. That was a hard thing to avoid, after working weekends and evenings so much.

“Sorry, I didn’t have time to cook anything,” she said apologetically. “I thought maybe we could just order something. The Indian place down the block from me is good and they’ll deliver.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Is something wrong?”


“Something just seems… off. Would you rather just cancel for tonight?” She didn’t want him to. It had been close to a week since she’d seen him at all. But if he was going to spend the evening wishing he were alone, it would be better to leave it.

He dropped heavily into his computer chair, looking at her; suddenly uncomfortable, she began to wish, herself, that he were alone and she weren’t here. What was going on?

“Where were you Saturday night?” he asked abruptly.

“What? Min’s husband decided to take her and me and another friend out to dinner and to an 80s bar to hear a live band. He knows someone in the band. Just friendly company. Why?”

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6.2 A Melusine and Satyr Day

Saturday, Jillian woke up beside Flair, having conceded that it would be stupid to go home and come back. Together they made breakfast for three, and by the time it was ready, Min joined them in the dining room to eat.

“Well, there’s a gorgeous sight,” Nikandros said appreciatively from the hall doorway.

“How so?” Jillian said sceptically. She was only wearing Flair’s fuzzy peach robe, Flair was as usual naked, and Min was in a short lightweight robe of shimmery red and black and gold with dragons on it, hiding her upper half but leaving exposed the long tail coiled loosely around the legs of her chair.

“Are you kidding? My personal top three sexiest women, all less than dressed so I can fantasize tossing any of you right back into bed? Or onto the table, or whatever other position comes to mind?” Currently, he was in his satyr form, and it was probably inevitable that he was therefore wearing no more than Flair was. Jiliian tried very hard not to think the things she immediately found herself thinking.

“Good morning, Nik,” Min said, smiling. “This is early for you.”

“Well, that’s the idea.” He leaned down to give her a quick kiss, then dropped into the chair next to her. More or less, since the somewhat different lower-body configuration wasn’t entirely compatible. “I thought maybe I’d see if I can sweep the three of you off for the day. A repeat customer sent me four tickets for the Thousand Islands river cruise. How does this sound? A three-hour lunch buffet out on the water, on a tour boat with a fully accessible main level. That leaves at twelve-thirty so we need to be there not much past noon. I made supper reservations for six-thirty, and if we’re still feeling bouncy, I know a nightclub with a great live band tonight. Everything’s my treat.”

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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?”


“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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4.2 Satyr

Despite Min’s promise of protection, she remained apprehensive on her way to work. Brett would still be there, still be creepy, and she needed to act normally.

She couldn’t let on that the collar he couldn’t see meant that the clock was ticking on his freedom to behave badly.

That collar was also a pledge of protection, though.

Broken toys are no fun. You’re valuable to us.

Min was her friend, and on a colder note, they’d want her able to pay her debt. Flair had assured her that the fae got something precious to them out of bargaining, though she couldn’t explain exactly what—only that it was something much deeper than she’d yet been able to work out. The superficial theme varied, and she thought that sexuality and gender were common largely because humans in many cultures attached so much importance and complexity to them. She’d seen one person, who’d made only two bargains and then fled, whose religious fanaticism had been challenged and tested, and another was a poet with rather arrogant ideas about True Art, and she thought she remembered one with a previous owner whose obsession with honour and pride and social standing had been called into question. She’d warned Jillian that themes tended to continue, though, so hers would almost certainly continue to be sexual—but while some fae delighted in pushing humans into complete self-destruction, Min and her closest were not among them. As evidence, she’d offered Dagrun’s trio, who had at least three bargains each behind them and were unquestionably not broken.

Flair had also promised her fervently and repeatedly, in response to Jillian’s apprehension, that absolutely nothing that happened during a debt payment could interfere with their being friends. Since the alabaster-and-metal fae pet had become a trusted and valued friend, even if as much of that was by phone as in person, Jillian very much hoped that was the case. Flair might be able to disregard things, but could she?

The collar gave Min greater power to protect her. She needed to remember that.

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4.1 Quandary: Negotiation

What the fuck am I doing?

I have to do this.

At this hour, Jillian probably should have chosen something else to wear. Something safer, like loose jeans and running shoes and an oversized t-shirt.

Somehow, lately, the thought of going out while dressed sloppily made her wince—not that she couldn’t do it, on lazy days or period days or extremely active days, but it just didn’t feel right if she was going to be interacting with others.

Invariably, since moving a month ago, she’d been wearing the new sort of underclothes, always a matched set of bra and panties and garter belt, and nearly always, she had one of the simple underbust corsets on as well. She was comfortable wearing one all day now, and getting better at tightening it; she loved how it felt and how it looked, looked forward to being able to lace it more tightly. She really needed to ask Min about more serious ones.

Maybe because of how that felt, her work wardrobe had been gradually shifting away from generic anything-acceptable towards things that looked good on her, suited her in style and colour, made her feel good in person and when she looked at the mirror. She kept it appropriate for work, of course, and after work, switched to snug stretchy jeans or more interesting skirts with close-fitting tops. Colours were drifting away from neutrals and pastels into more vivid hues—jewel-tones, she’d thought in amusement a time or two. If her heels were higher on her own time, the colour of her lipstick more creative and bold, well, it was her body and her time and it made her feel just a bit sexy.

It’s okay to feel sexy. I won’t feel bad about feeling good.

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