"Then you're of no use to me now," Raymond said flippantly. He dismissed her with a wave of his hand. "Go to your room and lay down. That seeker is going to fuck you senseless until you're begging me for mercy... or I need you again." He turned and pressed another button on his desk and Becky felt two more smaller tendrils snake out of the seeker's mouth to first encircle her neck from either side and then worm their way up into her mouth. They then fused together inside of her mouth to become one larger tendril that then worked its way down her throat like a cock or a dildo. Becky let out a muffled squeak and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes from the stress of her gag reflex being suppressed as she was deep throated by the thing. "Make sure you put a mask on to hide that thing in your mouth before you lay down, I don't want to have to see that when I finally come for you."
"Yes, Master," Becky's voice mumbled from behind her newfound gag as she then made a smart left turn and strode from his office. With her eyes still distant and blank, her body walked down the private wing of the estate to her room. She never slept with Raymond unless he was in the mood. Normally he was too busy sleeping with the staff or whatever Breeder he forced to his bed. She had her own room separate from his. Maids along the way saw her and saw the seeker controlling her. They made no move to stop her or even talk to her. They all averted their eyes and looked busy lest their vindictive employer find a way to do the same to them. Once in her room, Becky got a black nose and mouth mask, a gift from the current orange haired president during the brief pandemic last year... a pandemic that was mitigated thanks to the Lurker's Nectar from Newhaven although Raymond and the President took credit for it... and put it on. It fit over the tendril perfectly and she saw her reflection in a mirror briefly when heading to her bed that it just looked like she had the mask on and some kind of choker on around her neck.
With her orders followed, Becky lay down onto her bed face down with her head twisted to the side. Then the seeker followed its orders and Becky stopped thinking altogether as her body was forced into one blinding orgasm after another. Every so often, as time passed, Raymond would come back to ask something, and it took every remaining fiber of Becky's being to resist telling him the actual truth. She kept to the simple, vague, half-truths so that when she wasn't punished so that Raymond had no choice but to take her word at face value. She was sure that she'd be a blank faced, sweaty, messy, drooling mess on the bed except for the fact that the seeker attached to her fed off of her fluids just as she now fed off of its fluids that it pumped into every opening of hers.
All the while, in the back of her mind where she was still herself, Becky called out for her one, true love... her mate... the other half of her soul. She called out for her guardian for after that first time when he'd impregnated her to keep her safe from her sham marriage of a husband, they'd bonded and became one. It was the reason why she'd exhibited magical powers to begin with and was able to temporarily join with the Magis, set up those stupid controlling collars for the werewolves, and help set up the protective wards around the estate when in reality she wanted to tear them down so that her beloved could come get her. And, most importantly, it was how she'd managed to withstand both the mental and physical abuse from Raymond for all of these years.
She'd become Kalen's chosen Maiden of Summer.
***
CHAPTER 2:
Kaylen couldn't help but replay the weird encounter back at the Tillis Estate when his captive Maiden had called for him. The break they'd been waiting for longer than they cared to remember had finally come. The wards protecting the place were down. No sooner than the last transport containing the last of the Werewolf refugees and Newhaven's leader had lifted off, then the Pack Alpha who'd stayed behind managed to throw off his magical shackles and bring the place down.
"KALEN!" Becky screamed into his mind. "The wards are down! The estate is under attack! Come get us!"
Needing no further prodding, especially with Summer in ascendence, he was able to teleport right to her. He came through the temporary portal to what the humans called 'bedlam' as the estate's staff was busy trying to fight a fire that'd broken out in the courtyard and the Hunters were trying to corral the remaining Werewolves back into their barn, many of whom were trying to resist the magical geas that was forcing them to be subservient to this group of humans. Kalen found Becky inside the estate, with their two young sons, Dustin and Caleb, aged four and two, respectively. "My love," Kalen asked, bewildered. "What..."
Before he could voice the question as to what happened, Becky kissed the two boys, hugged them tight, and put their hands into Kalen's. "There's daddy," she told them softly with tears in her eyes, "go with him, you'll be safe with him."
"What'd about you, mommy?" Dustin managed to ask amid his own bawling from being scared at the loud noises and commotion going on.
"I'll be along as soon as I find your sister, I promise," Becky said, hugging and kissing them both again. Then she stood up. "Go! Get them out of here. I'll find Cindy and call for you again."
"I cannot leave you here!" Kalen protested.
"We can't leave Cindy here alone with that monster either, Kalen," she said, referring to their eight-year-old daughter. "She should be down in the playroom. Now go, get them somewhere safe before Raymond manages to lock this place down again."
"Okay," Kalen nodded soberly. "I'll take them-"
Becky's hand was over his mouth instantly. "NO! Don't tell me. If Raymond manages to trap me and Cindy here, then I can't be forced to talk if I don't know where you're going with them. Now get out of here! NOW!" she urged him, pushing him out of the way to disappear down the hall in search of their oldest child.
Kalen's heart ached but he saw the wisdom in his Maiden's words. He gave the boys a brave smile. "Let's go see daddy's home," he said before he closed his eyes, opened a portal, and stepped through to the Summer Realm with them.
But no further word came from his beloved Maiden. He kept on mentally pinging her and got a faint response back from her, telling him that Tillis did get at least some of the protective wards back up around the estate. Using a very human epitaph under his breath, Kalen made sure that his children were settled in with his fae parents first before taking a portal to Newhaven. Thankfully, on the rare times that Becky was able to get the children out to the woods outside of the main walls of the estate, but still within the estate's protection circle, Kalen had brought his parents to them so that his children could know their other grandparents who were out there and waiting for them. Thus, the transition for little Dustin and Caleb went smooth as they were now able to spend time with the only set of grandparents that really loved them. From what he understood, Becky's parents were now gone, mysteriously killed after Becky had married Raymond, and the Tillis grandparents were cold, cruel people just like their son was.
Kalen went straight to the Governor's Office of Newhaven. He used his magical aura to push people and things out of his way as he went straight into Governor Aden Parker's office, planting his hands down in dramatic fashion as he'd seen on many of the human's historical recordings on what they called "Tee Vee". "We need to hit Tillis' Estate at once!" he shouted at Aden, who merely looked up and arched an eyebrow at Kaleb, clearly not intimated in the least little bit. Kaleb pressed on. "Their wards are down and their Magi guarding the place are dead. We will never have a better time to strike against him and, how do you humans say, take him down."
"It's 'take him out', and maybe you didn't realize but I, literally, just signed a peace treaty with him," Aden replied calmly. "I cannot and will not authorize a strike against him or his allies for at least ten years."
"THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" Kalen roared, manifesting his summer gladius and slamming it down, tip first, into the top of Aden's desk, nearly splitting it in two. "My Maiden and my daughter are still being held by that monster!"
Aden sighed as he stood up and walked around the desk. "I really need to invest in stock in a furniture company..." he said softly. He walked up to Kalen, who was glaring murderously at him. "Despite your outburst, Mister Will Turner," he said in an uppity accent making a movie reference that Kalen didn't recognize, "you will do well to remember your place here and mine. You are not a citizen of my little nation, you are not a member of my fledgling little military, nor are any of your people under my protection." He calmly grabbed the hilt of Kalen's sword, yanking it out of his desk, flipping it in his hand, and presenting it back to Kalen, hilt first. "What you are is an autonomous member of a supernatural race that lives
outside
of my borders; therefore
I
have no control over the Summer Fae, their social structures, or their hierarchies. They are their own countries that
I
cannot exercise
ANY
control over."
