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The problem was, Aelwyn had always made terrible choices when she felt herself getting bored.
It wasn't as though her life was bad. A job with an easy commute, no real bills she was singlehandedly responsible for, a boss she didn't really mind working for who wasn't actively trying to destroy the world... things could be worse, much worse.
Even if, a few years into being a librarian, she was starting to feel a little stagnant. She probably should move out again, but she had the room to herself most of the time with Adaine at university, and... any time Aelwyn thought about leaving again, she was reminded of the last time. Both Adaine's pleading eyes for her to move back in, and the need to start cooking her own meals again.
"I just need to find someone cute to have a nice fling with. I haven't been gotten fucked in a fun way in months." She complained to Ayda, one morning during their staff meeting/biweekly gossip session.
"Are you looking for a long-term paramour, or simply for a physical exercise?" Ayda asked, not looking up from where she was inventorying the box of recovered books Aelwyn had brought in.
"Either one could be nice at this point." Aelwyn sighed. "Someone willing to be at least a little bit mean to me would be best."
"Have you considered the services of the Gold Gardens? I've never used those, both because of the awkwardness and in recent years because of my paramour, but I'm assured my friend Garthy O'Brien provides nothing but the best. Including people willing to be sexually mean, of course." Ayda always gloated a little over having Fig as her paramour, of course, but she seemed particularly pleased during this moment.
"It's so expensive, though. Unless you want to give me a raise?" Aelwyn asked, perking up. More money wouldn't really make that much of a dent in the Gold Gardens prices, which were really set more for people pillaging and plundering than working a honest job
"Your salary is set by the budget that Leviathan gives us and is not within my discretion, as you well know." Ayda said, pausing a moment. "I may have another option for you, depending on whether you value someone fucking you more or being mean to you more. Or if you have a particularly strong gender preference currently?"
Aelwyn wagged her hand back and forth. "Guys are nice enough for a night or two and I'll take one right now, but there's something about the right woman being mean..."
A pause, and then Ayda nodded. "I would suggest you speak with Kristen Applebees. Figueroth occasionally enjoys someone being mean to her as well in specific ways, and it is a desire that we have arranged for Kristen to provide, as I find her much too precious to be unkind to in even a playful manner. I have more information about the particular ways in which Kristen treats Figueroth that I can provide, but you may prefer not to know in advance."
Not someone Aelwyn would have thought to try on her own - for one thing, Kristen seemed to have quite the polycule already going, judging by the people in and out of her room in Mordred - but.. desperate times.
"I'll just go in blind, I think." She decided. And then, just to make certain her boss knew that Aelwyn DID appreciate it... "...Thank you."
Unlike Adaine, Kristen hadn't gone on to university, and being a non-adventuring cleric was apparently no higher paying than being a librarian because she seemed to be in no rush to move out of Mordred. Convenient enough for Aelwyn's purposes now, since they at least would see each other at dinner.
Not that even Aelwyn would have an open conversation like that in front of Sandra Lynn, Lydia, or Jawbone. They might interfere, or worse, offer advice.
She settled for one Message, with her mouth covered to make sure nobody read her lips, most of the way through dinner. "Applebees, can I talk to you after dinner?"
A confused look, which was fair enough - Aelwyn didn't speak with Kristen all that often without Adaine present. Still, the reply came back after a moment, confusion clear even through the cantrip. "What? Sure."
That left her impatiently getting through the meal, and doing her share of the chores, burning through two Animate Objects to have the dishes march themselves into the dishwasher rather than doing it the slow way. Even then, by the time they were finished everyone else had cleared out to do their own thing, Kristen still sitting at the table.
"What's up?" She asked, even as the last of the forks were still flying into place. Aelwyn glanced around, measuring whether anyone would overhear or at least if they'd be annoyingly obvious about it.
It was clear enough; it wasn't like people didn't know everyone Kristen slept with, anyways.
"I've been going through a little bit of a, mm, dry spell, and Ayda recommended I ask you about getting treated mean. Like you apparently do for Fig sometimes?" She added, lifting her eyebrows. "But she didn't go into details, and recommended I let you surprise me."
"Oh. Oh! I thought you were going to complain about me using your... Well, sure. I can do that sometime." Kristen said, and Aelwyn pushed down the urge to ask just what of hers Kristen had been stealing, at least until after she got a good fuck. "...Did you want tonight?"
"It doesn't have to be, but if you're not busy it would be nice." Aelwyn finally said.
"Okay. I think I can make tonight work. Stand still for a second for me, girlie?" Kristen said, her voice creaking.
"...Is calling me girlie part of being mean to me?" Aelwyn asked, lifting her hands up but otherwise standing still as Kristen began a spell that she did not recognize.
"It can be if it'll stop you from objecting to it." Kristen said, a yellow light spreading from her hands and running over Aelwyn, under her clothing and along her skin.
Aelwyn couldn't help but ask, as the light did laps around her for a few moments before returning to Kristen. "What spell was that?"
"Hm? Oh, it's just to get your measurements. I think I have things that will work... Give me like fifteen minutes and then come to my room? No, wait, make it twenty, actually." Kristen said, standing suddenly and heading off in a hurry, leaving Aelwyn slightly bemused by her sudden free time.
Twenty minutes wasn't really enough time to do anything else on her own, after she finished starting the dishwasher. The wait ended up feeling far longer, in fact. Fuck, she really was as desperate as she'd made herself out to be to Ayda.
It would be a little pathetic, to show up right on time instead of a few minutes late. But would Kristen even notice that? Aelwyn made her way down towards the repurposed chapel, knocking once before pushing the door open. Kristen was half-dressed, her pants draped over a dresser drawer that was sticking six inches open. The room was in what Aelwyn would have considered mild chaos, with sheets draped over piles of who-knew-what to hide them from view as though that would make the room seem clean.
"Oh, fuck, has it been... I mean, hey, girlie. Come here." Kristen said, and Aelwyn gave her best unimpressed look.
"How bad was it in here twenty minutes ago, exactly?" She asked, with a gesture around the room, stepping forward.
"Not that different, that wasn't most of what I was doing.. wait, I just want to make sure. You're wanting me to be mean to you, right, not the other way around?" Kristen stood up, her hand wrapping around Aelwyn's wrist, and.. Oh, it had been a little too long since Aelwyn had been touched. And Kristen's grip was firmer than it had any right to be. Her workouts must have actually been effective, or maybe just working as a wizard and a librarian wasn't exactly leaving Aelwyn at her peak strength.
"Nothing wrong with a little bit of both, is there, Applebees?" Aelwyn asked, because she'd always found making her lovers actually mad at her to add a certain edge to things.
Kristen rolled her eyes, giving a push and sending Aelwyn stumbling back. "Fine, then you'll get what you've asked for. Let me see what I'm working with here, strip down."
"What, just like that?" Aelwyn asked, just to be difficult. "Not the most seductive way I've ever been asked..." Still, she shrugged herself out of her jacket, trying to clearly be not in any hurry, looking for some at least remotely clean spot to fold her clothing at, spotting Kristen moving forward from the corner of her eye but not worried about it.
Except... A sharp pain in her right ear, Kristen having a firm grip on it. "You came to me, remember? So you're going to do what I ask, or I'll leave you begging Ayda for some other person who might help you out. Now you've seen me naked plenty of times, and I think it's only fair that you're returning the favor now. Don't make a show of it, and don't worry about where the clothes go, on the floor is fine. If you're a good girl, I'll let you have at least some of them back at the end of the night instead of needing to sneak back to your tower naked."
There was a slap of one hand to her ass through her pants, more noisy than any sort of painful, and then the pressure on her ear was gone. She was left dazed, looking at Kristen's now firm expression.
Fuck, Ayda had been right, Aelwyn thought, no longer hesitating, the cool of the air in the converted chapel meeting her skin as her panties went onto Kristen's floor.
"Better. Stand still. Have you thought about doing a strength training regimen at all? I've got some protein powder that can work miracles. Figuratively, at least." Kristen asked, squeezing at Aelwyn's forearm.
"Not all of us need brute strength. I use a thing that we call magic for most of my work." Aelwyn replied, able to recover herself for hopefully at least one cutting remark.
"Your loss." Kristen said, with a slight shrug. "We'll see how your stamina is, though. Even a wizard always needs that, and you're getting training there if you're not up to snuff whether you like it or not. I've got the perfect tools to measure it, too." A hand on her side to go with the one on her arm, and the strength difference between them really was obvious; Aelwyn wasn't fighting, not really, but Kristen would have been able to pull her onto the bed even if she had been she was quite certain.
"You could just ask, Applebees." Aelwyn complained, as she ended up on her back in the bed with Kristen straddling her waist. Her wrist was tugged up to near the bedpost, and a leather cuff Aelwyn hadn't even noticed through the mess was wrapped around it, tightly, before there was the feeling of Kristen pressing a single finger against her lips.
"No more calling me Applebees. It's Kristen, got it? I would gag you, but I'm going to need you to be able to answer some questions later, girlie." Another unexpected swat followed this, this time to her inner thigh. No cloth to protect it this time meant it actually stung, Aelwyn automatically flinching, only to find her other hand being pulled up and securing her further to the bed with another cuff.
Kristen sat back after that, letting just enough of her weight rest on Aelwyn's stomach to keep her quite pinned down, and smirked at her. "Now then. You know Gorgug, of course?"
Aelwyn stared up for a moment, at least until it was clear she actually wanted an answer. "..Of course I do. Why are you asking that, Appleb..." She was cut off by another sharp sting to her thigh, the sound of a slap against flesh echoing through the room.
"I already told you, it's Kristen. I'm keeping your clothes for that one, girlie. Anyway, Gorgug is nice enough to make me some things in exchange for me reporting back on their effectiveness, and you're going to get to be the lovely test subject for one tonight. At least one." Kristen's hands were roaming, now, feeling along her side.
"Fine, Kristen." Aelwyn said, unable to keep a bit of sulkiness out of her tone, her eyes flicking around the room but not spotting whatever toys Kristen had in mind. They must have been covered up by Kristen's hurried cleaning.
"Hey, no cheating and looking ahead." Kristen said, smirking and rolling off Aelwyn, standing up by the bed and tugging a drawer open, the wheels on it squealing and badly in need of some oil. "You look great, by the way. Definitely one of the hottest girls I've had chained to my bed. Top five at least."
"You're not even using chains." Aelwyn pointed out, trying to look past Kristen into the drawer she was digging into. No chance to really see, at the angle she was looking from, at least until Kristen turned back around. Just a moment for her to spot and realize what was coming before Kristen was placing the blindfold over her eyes, the strap catching on her ear for a moment before Kristen fixed it.
The material was at least soft and comfortable against her face, and the placement wasn't perfect, but that just meant there was a hint of light leaking in on the edges - she still wouldn't be able to see. "You needed an artificer to make a blindfold for you, Applebees?" This time, the swat that followed really did stun her for a moment - it was firmer, for one, but more it wasn't to her thigh but rather to her mound. Aelwyn wasn't certain if this was meant to incentivize her to disobey more or less; either way, it left her gasping in a breath as the pain settled in.
"We'll train you out of that yet, one way or another. And no, I didn't get Gorgug to make the blindfold, I got that for myself when I was trying to stay up nights and sleep days. I got him to make this." There was a loud click, and then a loud electric hum filled the air, and Aelwyn had only her imagination for a moment to figure out just what might be coming.
There wasn't anything, for a moment, to interrupt that hum. And then Aelwyn felt the mattress shift under her and creak, as Kristen must have climbed back on. A hand, touching her knee, running up and along her thigh, then along her sex before withdrawing from her.
"Damn, girlie, you're already dripping. If I'd known all it would take was a couple cuffs and a swat on the cunt to get you excited, I'd have gotten you down here back in high school. Maybe I'll have to tone back the..." Kristen mused, and she kept talking but Aelwyn stopped listening, because it wasn't a gentle touch that came next.
It was something buzzing, fiercely, pressing just against her folds, not even pushing into her. A vibrator, with just the slightest bit of a shock to go along with it, pain mixing in with the pleasure. That was more than enough for a gasp to escape her throat, her legs spreading out to invite whatever this toy Gorgug had made in. She wasn't entirely certain how long it was pressed up against her, her brain short circuiting, her hips twitching. At least until it was just as suddenly pulled away, leaving her wanting.
"H.. hey, put that back, Applebees. Kristen." No reason to tempt her into making the punishment be not continuing, after all.
"Oh, you really are desperate, aren't you? One more freebie, then, but you're way too worked up to go long." Another burst, not enough to let her get off but enough that Aelwyn felt herself tugging against the cuffs to try and drive that toy further into her. She was pretty certain it was only a few seconds before it was pulled away again, leaving her twitching. Fuck, she'd have to steal that from Kristen after tonight, or beg Gorgug for her own.
She couldn't even work up a proper complaint for Kristen this time, just giving a whine. That'd probably work.
"Now then, girlie, you get a choice! I'll give you a night of pleasure that will completely blow your mind, if you want. All you have to do is admit who this belongs to." A hand, cupping at her pussy, and Aelwyn just knew if she'd been wet enough to tease before she was a total mess now. "I'll give you a hint on the right answer, even: It's not you."
Fuck, she hadn't expected Kristen to be so GOOD at being mean. "F.. fine, it's yours, Applebees."
The hand pulled away, and then another spank, the firmest yet, straight between her spread legs. "Let's try that again, girlie. Maybe 'this cunt is yours, Kristen', or if you want you could just go with 'I'm yours, Kristen.' Unless you want me to just walk away and leave you here for a while?"
She could always lie about this later, if she needed to. There was a tremble in her voice, anyways. "...That's your cunt to do what you want with, Kristen." A night of pleasure was just what she needed, after all.
"Great!" Kristen said, cheer suddenly in her voice in a way that made dread creep up Aelwyn's spine. "Let's top you up before the picture."
Before the... another brief touch of the toy, and Aelwyn's mouth was hanging open with her protest unvoiced when she heard the sound of a crystal's camera flashing.
"Oh, that's perfect, I think that might be my favorite yet." Another touch and shock and tease, so very close to getting that full night of pleasure she'd been promised, and then it was removed just as quick as it had come and leaving her desperately trying to tilt her hips up to fuck herself on it whatever Kristen might want.
The sound of a drawer opening again, and a metallic clinking. "Now then girlie, I do wonder... Do you think I'm really the sort to fuck on a first date?" A firm hand went under her back, lifting her off of the bed, more strength than Aelwyn would have thought Kristen had, even as that need took over her mind.
That and the ridiculousness of the question. "Of fucking course you are, Applebees!" She meant to sound angry, and not quite so... whiny and desperate, in her own ears. But something was wrapping around her waist now, a tingle on the back of her spine warning her of magic at work, and.. the slightly chilly air she'd been trying to fuck uselessly was replaced with the feeling of some kind of dull padding. Whatever Kristen was putting on her wasn't light, either.
"No, no no. I mean, maybe, but not for someone asking for the kind of treatment you're going to get. I'm giving you a night of incredible pleasure, but it's not going to be tonight. You've got to earn it first." Aelwyn was dropped back onto the bed, before the camera sounded again, then again and again.
"What do you mean, earn it? I did what you asked, didn't I?" Aelwyn complained. The blindfold was torn from her head, light rushing back in, far brighter than the little bit that had leaked through before, leaving her blinking to recover from it and refocus on where.. Kristen was holding something in one hand, with the blindfold in the other, a wide smirk on her face. At some point while Aelwyn had been blindfolded, Kristen had mostly stripped as well, left wearing just a sports bra that was at least one size too small for her.
"You told me that that's mine to do what I want with." Kristen replied, tapping the object in her hand against Aelwyn, a metallic ting ringing out. Aelwyn lifted her head up to get a better view, spotting a silver shine between her legs. Something metal on the outside, with a keyhole right at the top of where bands went up to wrap around her.
The key. That was what Kristen was tapping with. Just what had Ayda sent her into?
"I think you're maybe going to be my new favorite toy. I have to share some of the others, or they aren't as interested in everything..." Kristen said, pulling a sheet off the top of the main dresser, revealing a stand that was set there, keys dangling between pictures that Kristen had set up. The first ones were.. Fig, nude, other than a chastity belt that more or less matched the one Aelwyn was now in, and a close up of a wet pussy, with flaming red skin of a tiefling giving away just whose it was. Similar pictures of Tracker, of the Princess Nara, of a firbolg that Aelwyn didn't recognize...
Aelwyn didn't allow herself to focus on the last one, not when a raised middle finger for the camera was the first thing she instantly noticed.
"Are you serious with this?" She had to ask, a longing and need she couldn't quite express rising up in her to go with the denial.
"Extremely. Now, the way I see it, you've got two choices. If you want to do takesies backsies on that lovely little cunt between your legs being mine," Kristen paused there, picking up her crystal and flicking on it a few times before turning it Aelwyn's way to show the picture of Aelwyn close up and extremely personal.
"Well, if you want to take it back, I'll unlock you right now, even let you take your clothes, and we'll never speak of this again. I'll never do anything like this with you again, for that matter." Kristen said, and that smirk grew wider in the silence that followed that offer.
Because she fucking knew that offer wasn't going to be taken, not if she hadn't leapt at it, Aelwyn realized. She stayed silent, waiting for the other option to be presented.
"How many times did you call me Applebees after I told you not to? Five or six, I think, I lost count. We'll call it six. And you used to be a teacher, didn't you? So we'll call THIS homework. You don't have a girlfriend with needs. Or a boyfriend, either, I guess. You're not getting out of that, or any sort of release at all, until you practice your skills some. I want you to find six women to eat out, and you have to do the very best you can with each of them. However long that takes, that's how long until you get your night of pleasure." Kristen straddled Aelwyn once more, shifting further and further up her body until she was on her chest.
Fuck. Aelwyn could feel herself turning red. Whether she liked it or not, Kristen had her. She glanced to the side, trying not to have to admit it at least.
"We both know which one you're taking. But don't worry. I'm a generous person. I'm going to make it easy for you to get the first one tonight. It'd be a shame for neither of us to get to cum, right?"
No matter how much Aelwyn tried to argue it later, Kristen maintained that getting the same girl to orgasm three times still only counted as one of the six.