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?”

“Why?”

“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?”

“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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