by Amy Sumida
“Like bargaining a woman into slavery?”
“One of our favorite ways to entertain ourselves,” he continued smoothly, “is to consort with humans. I've been watching you. Your life is as tedious as mine; a constant shuffle back and forth. You work, you eat, you sleep, and you work again. The only break in your routine has been your sister's illness. But she has a family of her own, and rarely had time for you even when she was healthy. Despite this, she is the one person you love, and you traded your freedom for her life. Very admirable. You are a good person, and yet you have very few friends and no lover.”
“I don't trust people easily,” I whispered.
“Ah”—he waved his hands out—“neither do I.”
“I still don't understand why you chose me.”
“To save you.” Drostan grinned. “To save me perhaps. Here, you shall live forever, and your life will be unlike anything you've ever imagined. I know that I told you I wanted a slave, but you won't have to worry about anything as menial as work, and you won't want for anything. I will take care of you.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because I want to,” he said simply. “I will take care of you, and you will take care of me. That was our Understanding.”
“No; it wasn't,” I said slowly.
“What?” Drostan blinked in surprise.
“I didn't bargain to be your slave for eternity,” I snarled. “I assumed this would be one lifetime.”
“It is one lifetime,” he said.
“One extended lifetime,” I hissed.
“Don't you want to live forever?” He asked in shock.
“As your sex slave?” I lifted my brows. “I don't think so.”
“You'll change your mind once you settle in,” Drostan said confidently.
“And if I don't?”
“Then you will have to make peace with it, Riley,” he snarled as he sat forward. “Unless you want me to return you to your world; along with your sister's illness?”
The blood drained from my face.
“That's what I thought.” Drostan settled back in his chair. “Now, let's get started, shall we?”
Chapter Three
“Remove your clothing,” Drostan said casually.
I stared at him—my heart racing—and then undid the zipper on the side of my dress. Drostan lifted his chin as I lifted the dress, and then I tossed it aside. I paused.
“Everything,” he ordered.
With shaking hands, I reached behind my back and undid my bra. I let it fall and then pushed down my panties. Drostan smiled and stood. I tensed as he approached me. His eyes wandered down my body, then he reached out and trailed his fingers lightly up my thigh and over my stomach. Drostan paused as he reached the underside of my breast, drawing one fingertip over the sensitive curve. I shivered, and my nipples tightened.
Drostan's eyebrow lifted, and his finger trailed further up to circle the hardened nipple. He stroked it lightly, then gave it a cruel pinch.
“Ow!” I slapped his hand away.
“I didn't want to have to do this so soon, Riley.” Drostan looked annoyed and disappointed. “I had hoped that we could ease smoothly into this; without any resistance from you. But I should have known that you were going to be difficult.”
“You pinched me!” I accused him.
“Yes, and I will do much more than that,” Drostan snapped. “If you cannot endure a little pinch, you'll not be able to provide me the entertainment I desire. So, we need to correct this behavior. Nip it in the bud.” He flicked my nipple.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“You'll see,” Drostan said as he took my hand.
Drostan led me through the door I hadn't tested. It opened onto an antechamber which had three more door options; one on every wall. Drostan took the door to the left. The room we entered was full of strange devices—none of which I recognized—and there was also an assortment of tools laid out on a black-enameled table. The floor was cold marble, but there were fur rugs scattered across it. There was one such rug in the center of the room, beneath a rope that hung from the ceiling. Drostan went past it on his way to the table. He picked up a length of red ribbon and tied my wrists together with it. I swallowed past the nervousness creeping up my throat as he took me back to that hanging rope. Drostan tied the rope around the knot of the ribbon, right between my wrists, and tightened it until my arms were stretched straight above me. Then he stood back to admire his work.
“What's next; you spank me?” I growled. “That will just piss me off more, you know.”
“Spank you?” Drostan laughed. “You think this is a human sadism and masochism routine?”
I frowned.
“I am a fairy king, Riley,” he reminded me—again. “I would never be so boring.”
“Then what?”
Drostan picked up a metal bar from the table; it had manacles on each end. He fastened one to my left ankle, used the bar to push my legs apart, and then fastened the other to my right ankle. Drostan stood back and nodded in satisfaction. Then he crossed his arms and just stared at me. I was about to ask him if he thought he could break me with his stare of doom when I felt a little tickle on my calves.
My eyes shot down to see the air around my calves shimmering. Little sparks were flashing over my skin as a kneading sensation enveloped my lower legs. I sighed as I was massaged; all of the tension draining from my calves. Then the magical massaging mist traveled upwards. It relaxed my knees, then went on to my thighs; making me feel so languid that I found myself hanging from my wrists.
“Comfortable, Riley?” Drostan whispered in my ear.
My eyes jerked open to see him standing before me. He smiled and drew his hand over my womanhood. I flinched in shock; my legs trying to tense, but unable to do so with that massaging mist working them. Drostan stroked me again—this time more firmly—and parted my flesh. I gasped at the pleasure that shot down my legs; it was instant and intense. Then Drostan began to flutter his fingers against me, and I felt myself opening. A warm pressure spread me so that he could lightly—just a skimming touch—draw his finger over my clit.
I screamed in ecstasy, but it wasn't enough to satisfy me. I was riding the edge of desire—wild with need—and the fairy had only been seducing me for mere seconds.
“Hmm,” Drostan murmured as he lifted his finger to show me how wet it was. “That's promising.”
Drostan rubbed the moisture between his fingers as my eyes widened, then lowered his hand back to my sex. Another light motion across me and his finger came away slick. He inhaled deeply and smiled as he headed back to the table. Drostan wiped his hand on a cloth there and then leaned against the wall. The shimmer continued to massage me as another sensation started along my rib cage. My stomach tightened as a tickling began in earnest, working its way up to my armpits. I jerked and giggled as I was tickled, and Drostan's eyes began to glow. I noticed that they were fastened on my jiggling breasts.
Drostan continued to stare at me as he pushed off from the wall and stalked over. As my upper body writhed and my lower tried to melt away, he took my left breast in hand and pinched my nipple. I cried out, and he immediately covered my nipple with his mouth. The sucking sensation—hot and wet—right after the pinch, was incredible, but combined with the massaging below and the tickling above, it was nearly unbearable. I shivered and started to reach my release.
Drostan drew away as soon as I began that upward climb of pleasure and all sensation stopped. I jerked in the shock of sudden abandonment; my body clenching with need. But my thighs were too far apart—I couldn't even tighten them and find some relief on my own. And my arms were high overhead; beginning to make my shoulders ache.
“Do you want me to touch you?” Drostan asked casually.
“Fuck you, fairy,” I whispered.
Drostan nodded and looked me over; as if trying to figure out the problem I was posing. With a wave of his fingers, the rope came undone, and I fell forward int
o his arms. He laid me down on the fur rug; leaving my ankles in the manacles but releasing my wrists from the ribbon. An invisible weight settled over my stomach, holding me down as he placed my arms at my sides. The pressure between my legs was still there; holding me open. Drostan leaned on an elbow—lying on his side beside me with his head near my knees—and stared at my exposed flesh.
“I think I'll remove your hair from your pussy,” he said conversationally.
“What?” I tried to sit up, but couldn't.
“Don't worry, it will be painless,” he promised a second before he waved his hand at my lady bits.
A warmth was all I felt as I watched the hair disappear from my pussy. Only a tiny thatch of red hair remained; in the shape of a triangle, pointing down. Drostan smiled.
“There; that's lovely.” He sat up and surveyed me. “Now for some jewelry.”
Drostan got up and went to the table again; returning with a wooden box in his hands. He sat beside me and opened the box. Out came a pair of gold hoops. There was a tiny loop at the base of each hoop. Drostan bent over me—holding my arm down with his belly—and covered my breast with his mouth again. The feeling of him sucking on me and the pressure of his hard stomach against my arm was exquisite. But Drostan pulled his mouth away too soon—drawing my nipple with him—and used the lubrication to slip one of the hoops over my pert nipple. He blew over it, and the metal tightened just enough to stay put. Then he did the same procedure to my other breast.
“That will keep your nipples erect,” he said, “as I prefer them to be. But the hoops also come in handy for attaching things like this.”
Drostan held up a thin gold chain before attaching one end to the little loop at the base of a golden hoop, then the opposite end to the other hoop. He dropped the chain to dangle between my breasts. Drostan gave it an experimental tug, and pleasure zipped out across my chest. I couldn't stop my moan from escaping.
But he wasn't finished. Drostan buckled a leather collar around my neck. It had more loops; one at the front and one at the back. He pulled a length of translucent chain from the box and showed it to me.
“This is shiver chain,” he said.
“Did you say silver?” I asked. “It doesn't look like silver.”
“No; shiver,” he affirmed as he attached one end of the chain to the collar.
As soon as the chain touched my skin, I knew why it was named such. It was soft as silk and thrummed with energy. I sucked in a breath as Drostan laid it between my breasts; beneath the gold chain and over my belly. Then he drew it between my legs and began to slide it beneath me. I tried to push him away, but Drostan only flicked a finger at me, and my hands flew back to the floor, above my head.
“You need to learn—immediately—that every freedom you have will be one that I allow you,” Drostan growled. “And if you abuse your freedoms, I will take them from you.”
Another flick of his hand, and I was rolled to the side. Drostan drew the chain up to the back of the collar and fastened it. I could feel it holding my womanhood open below; half of it, anyway. Drostan rolled me onto my back and removed another length of shimmering chain from the box. He attached the new chain to the collar like he did the last, and drew it around me; except this time, he angled it to the left instead of the right. When Drostan fastened the chain to the loop at the back of the collar, the invisible pressure holding me open disappeared, replaced with the new pressure of the chains.
I struggled, trying to ease away from the lightly thrumming chain, but all that did was make it rub me harder. The way Drostan had placed them had angled the chains along the sides of my clit, and each movement sent a surge of pleasure through me.
“Perfect,” Drostan said as he removed the bar from between my legs.
Drostan helped me up and led me back into the other room.
“Stay here,” he commanded and left me standing in the center of the room.
Drostan went to a wooden chest set against one wall and took out some scraps of silk. He returned to me and started tying the pieces of silk on me they were underwear. The panties had ribbons on each side and felt like heaven on my overheated flesh. The bra was a joke; triangles of fabric that barely covered me. Drostan waved his hand, and the silk bra tightened; lifting my breasts while pushing my nipples against the silk; you could clearly see their outline as well as that of the gold hoops. He took a second to rub each nipple before he went back to the chest. Drostan withdrew a silk robe and helped me into it. After tying the robe loosely around my waist, he pulled the gold chain out so that it hung over the white silk.
“Lovely.” He sighed. “All right, Riley, I think you're ready.”
“For what?” I asked suspiciously.
“For dinner, of course.” Drostan smiled and led me out of the room.
Chapter Four
On the way to dinner, we passed through winding corridors of dark stone lit sporadically with little lanterns hanging from the ceiling. This created pools of shadows; some of which concealed writhing bodies, and moans drifted out from them as we passed by. Drostan ignored the sounds; as he did the startling sights. Such as naked people—definitely human—chained to the walls and tormented by laughing fairies. A woman cried out as a pair of fairy men worked her over. One of the fairies violently shoved a steel dildo in the woman's pussy while the other tied her tits together with silk cord until her nipples were bound so closely that they appeared to be one. The breast-binder smiled in satisfaction before he sucked the unified nipples into his mouth.
One human male wasn't restrained but stood naked on a pedestal, as still as a statue. He was covered in semen; layers upon layers of it dripped over his chest, thighs, and face. His erect cock was the only clean piece of flesh on him, and as I watched, I saw why. A fairy woman sauntered by and slapped the man's cock hard. The human hissed and then moaned in rapture.
Just a few feet away, another man was chained to the floor by his hands and knees. His face was buried deep in a woman's pussy. The woman had a hoof resting on the man's shoulder so he could reach her sex better. Yes; a hoof. She wore a corset over her sleight breasts but from the waist down, she was covered only in sleek fur, and her legs were more faun than human; they ended in hooves. The fur covered the outside of her pussy, but the man's nose had spread her furry lips and revealed a glossy pink slit that he tongued furiously. The deer-woman leaned across the man's back to sensually kiss a man of her own race—I would have called him a satyr, except I think those were the ones with goat legs, not deer—while the deer-fairy slowly fucked the human's ass with his long cock.
I didn't know what was more shocking; the displays of sex or the fairies themselves. I've heard stories about fairies, of course, but I hadn't known what was true. Drostan had barely told me of himself, much less his people. It appeared that all of the stories were true; and there were more that hadn't been recorded. I recognized some of the fairy races; like the little men with large features and mottled skin who I assumed were goblins, and the lumbering giants who must have been trolls. But then there were fairies with massive antlers or sleek curving horns on their heads; some had scales sprinkled down their skin, and some even had tentacles for legs. I had no clue what those were, nor did I recognize the tall women with skin so white that they appeared to be painted.
Shaggy, monstrous canines roamed the hallways, and I saw one of them shift into a muscular man... so he could mount a woman who was locked in a pillory (one of those wooden contraptions that enclosed a person's head and hands; the ones you see in medieval movies where they throw rotten food at the criminal bound in it). The ex-canine howled as he wildly fucked the pillory-trapped woman—lifting her legs around his waist so that she was practically horizontal—and she whimpered pitifully.
“Pay them no mind,” Drostan waved a hand indolently at the humans. “Those are slaves who have misbehaved and are being punished.”
I swallowed past a dry lump in my throat and tried not to look, but it was impossible to ignore all of the
displays of flesh and sex; even the fairies were dressed suggestively. One woman swept by us wearing a long, silk gown with a leather corset over it. The corset pushed her small breasts up and gave her beautiful cleavage. I thought it was pretty at first, and then I noticed that she had lifted her nipples out of the dress so that they sat poking just over the edge of her bodice. She winked at me when she saw me looking and rubbed her nipples into hard nubs.
My face flushed as Drostan led me into a massive room filled with fairies. There were dining tables set in rows down each side of the room; with an aisle between them that led to an open space, and then a final table was perched on a dais horizontally just beyond that space. Along the walls were more naked humans, but these were adorned with paint and jewels and looked happy to be there. Some of them were being casually fucked by fairies, some were just being fondled, and some posed in sexually enticing positions as they waited to be used. There was a man holding his erect, decorated dick on his flat palms as if it were an hors-d'oeuvre platter, and another one was bending over a side table as he held his ass cheeks apart—to show off his gilded asshole. There was an assortment of phallic objects on the table beside him for fairies to use to penetrate that golden entrance. There were plenty of women there as well; one was sitting on a stool, with her feet propped up on the seat, holding her gleaming pussy open with both hands. Another woman lounged on a chair; holding her legs high in the air to display the sparkling dildo in her ass and the intricate painting around her shaved pussy. All of the humans had ribbons of cum crisscrossing their bodies and faces; adding another glistening layer to their adornment.
As we strode past, a massive fairy who looked more like a small hill than a man, walked up to the woman with the painted pussy as he pulled his gray cock out of his pants; a cock that looked like polished granite. I think he must have been a troll; either that or an ogre. The troll/ogre shoved his stone dick at her face, and the woman started eagerly sucking it; her lips stretched to their limits. As the troll/ogre got serviced, a goblin maneuvered between the massive troll legs, pulled the dildo out of the woman's ass, started fucking her in her stretched-out hole, and giggled while he smacked her pussy with the dildo. The woman moaned in delight around the stone cock and wriggled her ass further onto the goblin's prick.
