In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home
Chapter 13
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It's hard to focus on what I'm doing, knowing, or rather, -not- knowing what's going on in the basement. It isn't soundproofed, exactly, but not a lot of noise gets out. At least for humans. As it is, every so often, I catch a little noise. Nothing that makes me really discern what's happening, only that something is.
I stop what I'm doing in the kitchen several times, and walk over to the basement door. I stand there with my hand just over the knob. Just a quick check, walk down the stairs to make sure everything's okay. I'm sure it is, of course, but just check on him. I'm sure he wouldn't fuck her. That makes no sense. He wouldn't give her what she wants after she's been so bad.
But I don't actually manage to turn the knob. Each time, I go back to the kitchen and continue making dinner.
Ugh. This is stupid. It's not like he's going to be mad if I go check. I'm just going to go down-
"Lorelei, are you there?" I jump and drop a spoon when I hear master's voice crackling out of nowhere. He never uses it, I almost forgot it was there.
"Yes, master, I'm here," I say, pressing the button.
"Come down here, I need your help," he says flatly. No elaboration or indication of what for.
I guess he's decided for me.
The stairs creak all the way down, and the whole stairwell smells like pussy. I compose myself and travel down. I'm not sure if it's more or less shocking than I expected, because I honestly don't know what I expected.
"M-master?" I peek around the corner into the main room.
On the plus side, master is still clothed. Lucy is not. She's anging by her wrists from the ceiling. Well, 'hanging' isn't quite right, her toes do touch the ground. He's gagged her with what seems to be unfortunately one of our good towels. Between her legs is what appears to be a saw horse, her thighs (and the end of her tail) tied to it. A plug-in vibrator is pressed squarely against her clit, though it isn't on.
"Oh, there you are, Lorelei," master turns from a table with a series of implements on it.
"Master..." I swallow, "What exactly is going on down here?"
"I'm punishing Lucy," he says, very matter-of-factly, "Or rather, I'm trying to. Do you have any idea how hard it is to physically reprimand a succubus?"
"I... guess it would be," I look at her, noticing red marks all along her skin. I've seen marks like this before.
"I tried this riding crop, the flogger, even went so far as the bullwhip. I tried heated objects, she likes all of it!" he shakes his head.
I look over the leather objects on the table, "Oh! You found mistress' tools. You know, she used to be very-"
"Lorelei, I'm going to have to stop you right there," he holds up a hand and closes his eyes, "I realize you were Aunt June's elf, and you must have served her in all the ways expected of an elf, including sexual things. But she was still my aunt, and I'd appreciate it if you did not ever share any of that information with me."
"Oh, of course," I blush a little and clear my throat.
"I did find some things out. For example, I would have thought electrical current would have had the same effectiveness as heat, which she seems resistant too," he picks up a stun gun from the table and makes it arc for a few seconds, to which Lucy recoils from and glares at him, "But no. I suppose it makes a measure of sense, if you think of cthonic beings in opposition to celestial beings, which seem to wield lightning as a weapon. Thor, Zeus, Jehovah, all being traditionally thought of using it to punish mortals. Of course that's all myth, not science. I'm not certain what the real reason is."
"Master..." I begin, that nagging worry tugging at me about this whole mess.
"I finally settled on that I'd have to be more creative than just physical punishment, which she enjoys. But since I've been denying her, I can't exactly just do more of that," he explains, walking over to her, adjusting the vibrator, "I've managed to engineer a spell that will-"
"Master, can we talk about what happened?" I ask, finally.
"Hm? What about it?" he asks.
"I think it was my fault..." I start, then break into a long-winded confession.
I tell him everything. About my plan to get him a girlfriend, about Lucy finding out and about the deception to bring her along, and finally, about how I released some of the wards on her powers, and unfortunately, did not remember to put them back on. Lucy stares daggers at me the whole time. I worry that I'm about to be strung up alongside her.
He takes it better than I expected, "Thank for your... belated honesty about this. But that's not why she was able to possess me. I've been fiddling with the wards on her, and did not implement them correctly. I know exactly what it was. This one's my fault."
I kind of wish I knew that a few minutes ago, before I spilled everything. He seems startlingly unfazed, though.
"Are you mad?" I say, in a submissive tone.
"About your scheme?" he quirks an eyebrow, then waves a hand, "I've known about that for awhile."
I swallow hard, "You have?"
"Mhm," he turns back to Lucy and adjusts the vibrator, "It may not have occurred to you, but I have admin rights on our network. Plus, even if I didn't, your password is my middle name."
"Oh," I don't really know what to say to that. Though my eartips feel flushed, so that probably says enough."
If you really feel bad about it, I can give you a good spanking later, but right now I need your help with Lucy," he clicks the vibrator on to low power, "See, I've managed to work out a spell that will shut this thing off right when she gets to the edge. I had to experiment a bit, and we almost had a few accidents, but I think we've just about got it right."
