Preface: This is a work of fiction and my first attempt at erotica. There's a bit of built up so if you are looking just for the horny parts you can scroll to the **FUN STUFF**. Part 2 of this story is almost ready, let me know if you want more of this story. Thanks for reading!
THE LOW FAE
Part One:
Core of Desire
This morning, Tina Lafay woke up to a world entirely upside down to the one she had known not so long ago. Actually, the world wasn't upside down, she was. The poor woman was only 29 years old with deep caramel skin, hair as black as night, and her body as naked as the day she was born. The braces around her calves held her firmly in place as she dangled three feet above the floor, twirling in slow, unintentional circles. The room was dark stone, the kind of old high tower Tina had seen in cartoons about princesses being held captive. But this was no cartoon. And as her small breasts were pulled taut by her hardened nipples and the mysterious purple device sending pulsating energy into her exposed and hungry pussy proved, she was no princess.
From the only window she could see, the light coming from outside was unlike anything the human world could see outside of paintings and avant-garde films. Rich purple waves of light mixed with vibrant pink, orange, and streaks of harsh red filled the sky. Clouds like velvet canopies curled around the ridges of the skyline. She would have admired the beautify of the Fae Wilde sky, it was known to provoke tears from even the most stoic of mortals. But Tina couldn't focus on what she was seeing. The small waves of pleasure and building rhythms of the device between her legs had held her on the brink of orgasm for more than three hours. She tried desperately to push her poor pussy back into the device, to squeeze her thighs together, but it was like the device was sentient. It could sense when she was just about to cum and then it would slow down until she was steady again.
The pain of that unrealized pleasure was a torture so strong she had two sets of streaks running down her cheeks. One was from tears she had cried from the pain of being denied climax. The other was a set of streaks from her own pussy juice leaking down her belly, over her petite tits, down her neck, over her chin, and pooling under the gag right into her mouth.
Tina had never tasted herself until this week. She had never done many of the things she had done this week. She had once put in her dating profiles, "Vanilla, lol if that's what you call it. Just a conservative gal with traditional values. Not looking for a pervert or some porn addicted party boy."
She never had much luck dating and her sex life was more or less an unenthusiastic masturbation scene in her bubble bath about twice a month. She would fantasize about a hunky man on a beach, occasionally that hunky man became Jillian Michaels but Tina always convinced herself that's just her brains way of reminding her to work out instead of rubbing one out. After all, she's not gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that its just not who she is. She's a conservative gal. With traditional family values.
Here she was. Naked, hanging upside down, gagged and begging for an orgasm. And all this was punishment for stealing an extra kiss of her mistresses pussy. Mistress Em did not take kindly to greedy girls who take more than they have been given. So Tina was here to learn restraint.
But before she was leaking cunny juice into her own mouth and daydreaming of Mistress Em's juices, Tina was a Midwest girl, leaving the mall, and about to find her world upside down.
MONDAY.
Tina had an unblemished, if boring reputation. She worked as a program manager for a marketing firm that mainly representing a local bottling company. Not exactly the thrill of a lifetime but it paid well and she worked mostly from home. On her way out of the mall, Tina Lafay found herself in the most bewildering situation of her life. It was a crisp autumn afternoon, and the sun cast long shadows across the city streets, painting everything in hues of gold and orange. Tina was preoccupied with plans for the weekend, when the unexpected sound of sirens shattered her reverie. Glancing around in confusion, she barely had time to register the flashing lights before police cars cornered her on the sidewalk.
"Tina Lafay?" one of the officers called out, stepping out of the vehicle with an aura of stern authority.
"Yes, that's me. Is there a problem, officer?" Tina replied, her heart starting to race, a mix of confusion and fear beginning to knot in her stomach.
Without providing much of an explanation, the officer proceeded to inform Tina that she was under arrest for a forgery, embezzlement, and fraud. The announcement at first sounded like a joke but when the cops started reading her the Miranda Rights that sent shockwaves of very unfunny cold through her system. The accusation was so severe and so far removed from anything Tina could fathom that she felt as if she had been plunged into a bad dream. She had never so much as mis-expensed a coffee let alone stolen from the company. The words 'you have the right to remain silent' echoed around her, making the situation all the more surreal.
The next few days happened in a blur. She was given a public defendant who was worth every penny he cost her (nothing). The young man assured her she would be fine, there was no case. The bail was set at $600,000. Which there was no way Tina could afford. But her attorney said he could get the trial moved up and she would be home by Wednesday. Tina was so relived she never stopped to consider if the lanky rookie attorney knew what he was doing.
As it turned out, rushing trial was a mistake. And as Tina was being processed at the country prison Wednesday evening to start her 15 year sentence, she once again thought she was in a bad dream. She was a doer. A fixer. An independent woman so she was thinking about her appeal more than she was thinking about anything else. Which is how she walked tits first into a big a problem. "Ouch," she said as her head bounced off a book she'd walked right into. The book fell from a woman's hands as Tina brought her hand to her her forehead.
"Watch it, cunt!" The woman who stood a half foot taller and had a friend either side said. She had dark red lipstick which contrasted her Hispanic skin. Her slick black hair was tightly healed against her scalp and had artistic swirls down the sides of her face.
Tina wasn't much of a fighter, always first to let another car go in front of her. But she'd seen enough movies to know this wasn't the time to show weakness. She needed to demand respect or she'd be eaten alive before she could get out of this mess. "You watch it!" She snapped back in her best impression of a tough woman.
Immediately she knew she'd messed up. The taller of the three women slammed the book down on the ground. She was a Hispanic woman with a sucker in her mouth, a pony tail, and a spiderweb tattoo covering what was visible of her chest in a way that Tina wondered how far down the webbing went. The other two women moved in on Tina and closed in around her arms as the taller one leaned over her face. "The fuck you say, bitch?"
"I...I said..um..." Tina's small frame, scrawny arms, and lack of any experience fighting suddenly left her feeling powerless.
"Huh, you think you can disrespect me, new bitch?"
"No...I...Im sorry I didn't mean to..." Tina was stuttering as the three women backed her against one of the cells in the hallway.
"That mouth don't work too good, huh, bitch?" The woman said and her friends giggled as they pinned Tina's wrists to her hips. The ringleader pulled the cherry red sucker from her mouth with a popping sound, "Maybe we best work on that, huh?"
