When she regained consciousness, Neena found herself being lowered into a room with showerheads her size attached to the wall. “Shower up, princess,” Orinel was saying. “You’re gonna have a steady stream of customers after that last display.” She looked up to see his giant face grinning down at her. “For such a feisty little thing, you sweeten up awfully well under that pleasure spell. You wore those three out and they didn’t even mate with you!”
She tried hard to remember what she’d done for the past few minutes, but her mind could only replay bits and pieces. She recalled writhing around on a giant hand, then suddenly she remembered some other fleshy part that hadn’t been a hand…had she been straddling someone? Her whole body felt sticky and she furiously willed herself not to try and think about why. Without looking up, she turned the water on and let it hit her full in the face, hiding the hot, angry tears springing to life in her eyes. She was, at least, still in her outfit, little that it covered, so watching her shower wouldn’t show much more than the eyes had already seen. Knowing she’d already humiliated herself against men she’d spent most of her life trying to do the same to, however, was more than she could stand.
I’d rather turn myself to crystal now, she thought, but as much as she tried to force her magic away, she couldn’t bring herself to actual suicide. Everything she’d ever done had been about self preservation and her body wasn’t about to fall for a change in that pattern now. The best she could do was to try and be as unappealing as possible so she’d never have to do what she’d just done again.
Or is that even gonna help?, she thought. If I don’t perform, they’ll use the spell and I really WILL perform. If I do perform… She shuddered, not sure she wanted to be aware of anything she would be doing with the last days of her life.
“Oh, wait…don’t get too cleaned up. Got another customer,” Orinel said. He reached down again and Neena shuddered again, his hands feeling as filthy to her as she felt to herself. “Did you want the pleasure spell on her, sir? “ Orinel asked, showing her to her new temporary master. She looked up and saw an elf with his cloak pulled low on his face.
“No,” he smiled. “I like ‘em the way nature intended.”
“She’s all yours, then. There’s a room in the back through that curtain.”
A room?, she thought. For what? Suddenly panicked again, she clung to Orinel’s thumb and he chuckled a little. “Relax, little one! You’ll have a spell that’ll keep him from damaging you. Just enjoy yourself!” He pulled her free and placed her in the elf’s hand, who nodded and walked away with her toward the room.
Neena’s heart began to race as they entered the mostly red room, seeing only a curved and cushioned bench with a small table and a small bed on top.
“I must say I like that outfit on you,” the elf said, setting her on one leg as he sat down. “Accents your figure quite a bit more than what you sprites normally wear.” Neena didn’t respond, the two sat in silence. She could feel his eyes on her and she finally couldn’t take it anymore.
“WHAT???” she yelled, jumping up. “What do you WANT from me? You wanna play out some sick fantasy of a sprite all over your insignificant little pee pipe! Go ahead! You want me to dance for you, wriggle around on the bed, tell you how sexy you are? Fine! Just stop toying with me and TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!”
The elf looked at her, then frowned. He brought a hand down as if to pick her up, and she shied away from it. When it opened, she saw a tiny amulet made to fit a sprite’s neck. “What I want,” he said, pulling the hood of his cloak down, “is my future wife back.” His face blurred and suddenly, Neena was looking at Adrian Quicksilver.
Unable to do anything else, Neena climbed into his hand, clung to his fingers and wept .
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