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-"