a surprise for the bug man

[AndyGoat]

((CLOSED for StarWhisperer))

Jean L. Fontaine III knew that people called him the Bug Man. Once it had even bothered him, not so much that he found the name insulting, but the word bug made his skin crawl. It was just so imprecise, that it meant nothing. Jean's fascination was with flying insects, and to have them lumped together with crawling insects and even arachnids and other things had once infuriated him. As an entomologist, he had devoted most of his life to the study of bees, butterflies, beetles and especially dragonflies and damselflies. To him, they were treasures, and his private collection filled dozens of cases. He only displayed the very best, behind glass, but even so, the living room and bedroom of his cottage resembled a museum more than a residence.

Five years ago, Jean's wife had died. His children were out in the world, busy with their own lives, and while they called often enough, they were creatures of the cities and suburbs. After Caroline's death, there had been an incident on campus. Jean's temper had got the best of him, and while he had not struck anyone, the poor girl was apparently traumatized by the vehemence of his language. All she had done was point out a wierd-looking bug, she insisted.

The University had acted swiftly to protect itself. Jean accepted a partial retirement, relieved of all teaching duties and removed from his office on campus, he was retained on partial salary in a research capacity, with an unspoken agreement that he would not appear on campus unescorted. It was ideal, for it allowed him to sell the four bedroom Victorian he had lived in while he had a family, and retire to the cottage where he did most of his field work.

The cottage was on a quarter of an acre, but was surrounded by thousands of acres of State and National Preserve, with a wide range of bio-zones within a short walk, from grassy meadows to open marshlands, pine forests to cypress swamps, and access via an old canal to the web of lakes and bayous that spread across hundreds of miles.

The day he had his surprise was like any other, he had been walking through the swamps, netting specimens where he could and taking notes for his paper on the Recovery of Dragonfly Populations After Hurricane Zoey. As dusk was falling, he began to head back, when he saw what appeared to be an unusually large firefly. He tracked it through the swamp carefully, moving silently through the muddy water in his high boots.

When he saw it coming his way, he froze. It was definitely not behaving like any other species of bioluminescent insect that he knew of, and he had to force himself not to hope. The discovery of a new species would be a triumph, but he needed a perfect specimen. He waited until it was close, and then his arm shot out. The net swooped over the thing, and snapped shut, trapping it. He let out a sigh of relief, and hurried back to the cottage to examine his catch in the light.

 

[StarWhisperer]

The flying insect’s glow was tinted an unusual color, a blue-ish hue. When it was trapped in the net it started to make a racket; a loud noise, sort of a mix between buzzing and a chirping that was almost irritated.

Truthfully, the new species of flying insect that Jean had captured was not an insect at all. It was a faerie, a female named Cera. Unbeknownst to Jean and pretty much the rest of the population over the age of six, faeries were very real and populated the areas of the Earth that were less inhabited by humanity. They had their own little communities and led lives similar to that of humans. They had families and children and jobs. The main differences had to do with the fact that the faeries had a bit of magic in them. This magic allowed them to hide from the humans, becoming as small as a dragonfly at will, or human-sized, if they so chose.

Cera was a young woman, blossoming into adulthood. She hadn’t found a man to stick with long term, had not yet had any children. She was in her late 20’s, early 30’s, and in absolutely no hurry whatsoever. Faeries had a long lifespan, so she had plenty of time, or so she imagined. She spent most of her days and nights flying around and visiting friends who lived in different areas.

That particular evening, she had been hanging out in the marsh alone. She had had a horrible day and was trying to relax in solitude. She hadn’t noticed the human wading through the water as she flitted around, making loops in the air and humming quietly to herself. Out of nowhere, she was captured, surrounded on all sides by an unforgiving mesh prison.

Immediately she panicked and began to buzz around, looking for a way out. There was no use. She was trapped. She looked up at the man who had captured her and felt fear shiver through her. One of the main things you were taught as a faerie child was to never let a human see or capture you. She had now obviously made both of those mistakes.

She waited while he walked, coming to his home and going inside. It was bright in there, compared to the dusk outside, and Cera flinched, shutting her eyes against the bright, artificial light, and covering her face with hands the size of the cotton on the end of a cotton swab. When the Bug Man really looked, he would see a miniature woman, standing at maybe three inches tall. From her back sprouted two gossamer blue wings, which shimmered in the light. Her feet were bare, her clothing minimal; a slip of material wrapped around her chest and another around her waist and tied at the hip. Her hair was black as pitch, with the slightest hints of blue shining when she moved her head a certain way. She put her hands on her tiny hips and glared up at the man staring at her.

 

[AndyGoat]

It was only when he got back to the cottage and peeled off his waders that Jean took a good look at his capture, and when he did, he stared for a long while. She was no longer than his forefinger, but she was stunning, nonetheless. A lifetime spent admiring the beauty of creatures so small most people hardly considered them made it natural for him to ignore her tiny size and admire her shape. It was as beautiful a shape as he'd seen, and he'd spent thirty years of his life on college campuses, seeing a parade of young beauties go by. Even in the years since his wife had passed, he had never really wanted another woman. He had lusted for them, admired them, but never considered taking the time to bother pursuing them. He had done that once.

He knew that there was a chance he was losing his mind. Everyone knows there are no such things as faeries, he thought, if that was what she was. He knew no other term for toy sized women with blue wings, so it would do for now.

Carefully, he reached through the net, catching her by the ankles in a practised grip, gentle enough not to break tiny bones, but firm enough that she could not escape. He peeled the net away from her then to get a better look. She scowled at him with a fury that knew no scale, and he grinned. He had weathered such storms before this. His eyes scanned the rows of jars on the shelf behind her, and he picked a good-sized one, a five gallon jar he rarely used since he had left the tropics. The lid was just a rim of steel that screwed on, with wire mesh covering the top that would allow air in. He brought it down and unscrewed the lid.

"My name is Jean, little one," he said to her. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

With that, he placed her in the jar and screwed the lid on tight.

 

[StarWhisperer]

He was grinning at her. The man was grinning at her. Cera wanted to hit something. He grabbed her by the legs and she hit his hand with a balled up fist, not that it would really hurt him much at all. This wasn’t fair. He wasn’t giving her the opportunity to change her size. If he let her go, she could be human sized and they would be on even ground, but he kept her contained; in the net, in his hand…She shook her head, leaning away from the jar and tried to fly out before he got the lid on, but it was of no use.

The floor of the glass jar was slippery, though Cera’s bare feet gripped it and helped her to keep her balance. She walked over and banged on the side. When she yelled things in there, they echoed. “Let me out! This isn’t fair. I’m not some insect, I’ve got feelings.” She flew up to the top and clung to the mesh. “Would you put another person in a jar, Jean?” she entreated. She tried to sound sincere, but it mostly came across as irritated.

Part of Cera was fascinated. She’d never seen a human up close before. He looked mostly like a giant faerie without wings. But it was still interesting to her. Her wings opened and closed slowly as she hung by her hands from the mesh at the top of her cylindrical prison. “My name is Cera. Please let me out. I didn’t do anything to you.”

 

[AndyGoat]

Her voice was barely audible to him, but her expression was plain, anger and annoyance and a hint of fear. In some ways it almost reminded him of his wife, when she would boil over because of something he had done or not done. She had always said that he was too much the absent-minded professor to ever make do without someone to look after him, but he was doing fine. Though the dust was getting thick in the corners, and he missed having a warm body beside him in bed. Still. He was fine.

And this miniature woman was much too young and buxom to ever really be mistaken for his wife. He set the jar on the middle of his coffee table and sat down to contemplate it.

"It seems to me that one of two things must be true," he said. "Either you're real, or you're not." He nodded. That seemed sound enough. "If you're not real, there's no point talking to you, because I'd just be talking to myself. So let's put that aside. If you are real, then you're the most important scientific discovery in . . . ." He tried to think of something comparable, but nothing came to mind. "Well, a long while, anyhow. If I let you go, I imagine you'd disappear, and if you didn't seek revenge of some sort, I'd probably never see you again. And you are so very beautiful, I would not want to never see you again."

 

[StarWhisperer]

“Of course I’m real!” Cera snapped. She couldn’t believe this. She was about to say something else, but he was calling her a ‘scientific discovery.’ That wouldn’t do. He couldn’t show her to anyone else. She would be in trouble and her people would be in trouble, and she would end up experimented upon and all sorts of bad things would happen to her. No, that just wouldn’t work for her at all.

“It’s not science, Jean,” she called out. “It’s magic!” She thought quickly. “If you let me out of this jar, I’ll… grant you a wish.” She actually did have the power to do so. Left over from the days when faeries and humans coexisted. She’d never actually done it before, but she knew she had the ability to.

“I’m not much for revenge. Just let me out, I’ll grant you a wish, and we’ll both be happy, yeah?” Her small voice was hopeful and pleading. It was the best deal she could offer him, the only one she could offer, really. “I’m not trying to trick you. I can’t lie, so tricking people isn’t really a strong point of mine.”

She actually blushed a little bit, her miniature cheeks flushing a blue tint. Well, as terrified as she was, was it good that he thought her beautiful? Well, no. “Look, I’m glad you appreciate nature and science and all that, but…” Cera saw on the other side of the room a case of dead butterflies. She shuddered, imagining herself pinned to a cork board. “I’m not a science project.”

 

[AndyGoat]

"There's no such thing . . . . " He had been about to say "as magic," but that struck him as a terribly stupid thing to say to a 3" tall blue woman, so he stoppe and listened. Jean had always been a scientist at heart, and discovery had always been his purpose in life, but he also knew that he was no longer really a part of the world of science. Technically, he was still employed by the University, and he still published articles in scholarly journals that were rarely read by anyone outside of his field. In reality, though, he was retired, no longer welcome on campus, probably something of a joke, though they would take a moment to pity him after they laughed.

He frowned at her, thinking. If he presented her as a discovery, he knew what it would mean. He had always thought there was little difference between humans and insects, except that humans were too complex to have the elegant beauty of a butterfly or a damselfly. That, and you couldn't display specimens in glass cases, but when he looked down at Cera, he realized that he couldn't really bring himself to take her to the lab. He would have to dissect her there and write a book describing her anatomy in excruciating detail, that everyone would consider a joke, even if they saw the body first hand, because what could not be faked in this day and age? No one would publish it. He would be even more of a joke than he already was. The Bug Man's Blue Girl, they would call her, and in a few years, it would be a cautionary anecdote about the hazards of overinvolvement in one's work.

"A wish?" he said. "I thought three was traditional, but I suppose you're the expert." He chuckled to himself, as he thought of all the things he could wish for. Everything that he wanted, though, he had. He was not overrun with luxury, but he had a comfortable life. He had everything, except someone to share it with.

"Alright," he said. "I wish for you to stay with me, forever, and to obey me in all things." The last bit he threw on as an afterthought. It would be a much easier eternity if he weren't constantly being argued with.

 

[StarWhisperer]

She could see him thinking about it. Considering her words. Maybe he would be reasonable about it and let her go. Take his wish. That would be best for all parties, mostly for her, but a wish was a good deal, she thought. “There’s no such thing…” He stopped and she smiled a little. She knew what he was going to say, but he had enough sense to stop himself.

Cera released the mesh lid of the jar and fluttered slowly to the bottom. She sat cross legged and looked up at him while he considered her and his wish. “Are you really going to question me when I’m offering you a limitless wish? I’ve never granted one before, but from what I’ve heard it’s sort of a one-per-customer deal.” Cera would have to figure out how to grant the wish. She was pretty sure it just involved thinking about it and snapping one’s fingers, but she couldn’t be completely sure until she tried. Her thoughts were interrupted by his words.

“I wish for you to stay with me, forever, and to obey me in all things.”

Oh, he had to be kidding. Cera took a deep breath. That was not a wish she wanted to grant. She wanted to go home and go to sleep and pretend she had never been captured by a maniac with a butterfly net. But she had given her word and she literally could not lie. She had gotten herself into quite the predicament.

“…Fine, if that’s what you’re really sure you want. One second.” She stood up and closed her eyes. She tried to focus, but she could feel him watching her and it was making her nervous. “Will you stop looking at me? I can’t concentrate.” She turned her back to him, even though he could easily just turn the jar and she would be facing him again, and focused.

Moments later, a blinding blue light flashed, one that would leave spots in front of one’s eyes. It filled the entire jar, engulfing the faery’s little body and removing her momentarily from sight. It faded away and she looked up at him. “Wish granted, grudgingly. Let me out now. Things will be easier for both of us if we’re the same size and I can’t do that from inside a glorified mason jar.”

 

[AndyGoat]

He blinked as his eyes cleared, the blue flash had taken him by surprise, so bright in the thickening dusk that it blinded him for a moment. By the time he could see her, she had already started complaining. Live and learn, he thought. Next time, he would add "cheerfully" to his wish, but he had a feeling it was too late to renegotiate.

Bemused, he wondered if his wish amounted to a flash of light. He had only her word to go on that she could grant him a wish. Or that she had granted him a wish. Despite his doubts, he saw no reason to keep her in her prison. If she was his, truthfully, he would not need it. If she had tricked him, well.... He didn't have the heard to try to persuade the scientific community that there was such a thing as faeries anyway.

"Carefully," he said to her, as he slowly tilted the jar onto its side. He made sure that she was able to keep her balance as she stepped onto the rounded side of the jar, and when it lay on its side, he gave the lid a quick twist and removed it. He supposed she'd have been able to fly out, but some part of him wanted to see her walk. The truth was, he was completely fascinated by the tiny creature.

 

[StarWhisperer]

She was glad that he was letting her out, though the slow tilt of the jar was being in an earthquake for her. She yelped and slipped, putting her arms out and gently fluttering her wings to keep herself upright. She stood carefully in the rounded side of the cylindrical prison and waited for him to take off the lid. Cera leaned against what had previously been the bottom of the jar for a minute. She was truthfully a little bit afraid of what was going to happen when she exited a jar. She had wished herself into a life of indentured servitude.

The removal of the lid shook the jar and Cera nearly fell over again, but she righted herself and cautiously walked to the mouth of the jar and onto the table it rested on. She stretched her arms above her head, and looked up at Jean. “Thanks.” It was probably the nicest thing she had said to him yet, and it was only one word. Not that she had any particular reason to be grateful to him.

Cera wondered if the wish had even taken. When the flash of light had occurred, she’d felt tingly all over. She supposed the only way to test it would be to try and leave. She pushed off of the table, springing into the air and up towards the ceiling, then over towards the window. She wedged herself between the window frame and the window and pushed, managing to somehow get it open, and attempted to fly out.

It was like flying into a brick wall. With a soft ‘oof,’ Cera’s body recoiled and she ricocheted backwards, going halfway across the room before she skidded onto the carpet at Jean’s feet. She looked up at him, pushing herself to a sitting position and shaking her head, disoriented. “Well, that sucks. Looks like your wish took.” She stood up and climbed onto his shoe, then flew up until she was at lap level and sat on his knee, her tiny feet swinging. “That kind of hurt, actually.”

It was like there was a magic force field or something. Apparently, she could only go a certain distance away from him before the power of the wish propelled her back, like a mini pinball. She wondered if the effect would be as dramatic when she was super-sized.

Cera hopped down from Jean’s knee and onto the floor – quite a height for someone three inches tall. She made the trek to the middle of his floor. Another flash of light later, this one substantially larger, and Cera’s size had multiplied until she stood at human height. Granted, she would make a short human; barely over five feet tall, but her wings added another foot and a half in height.

Human-sized, she was just as stunning. Her skin was fair, though there was a slight blue tint still where normal people would have pink. Her eyes were large and a shade of cerulean that was nearly unnatural. It was like the ocean in the Caribbean. Her body was petite – small waist, slim wrists, long, tapered fingers, long legs. Her bare toes flexed on the carpet. She hadn’t been human-sized in years and the sensation was odd. She looked at herself with interested.

The other thing was that her clothes seemed a lot skimpier when she was so comparatively big. The ‘skirt’ was tied at the hip, showing off the majority of said hip and if she moved just right, part of her bum. The top had no straps and was tied in the back. She had some sort of tribal-design on her belly, though if it was a tattoo or just part of her skin was difficult to tell. Her long, inky hair hung down past her breasts, half-way to her belly button. She looked at Jean and lifted her eyebrows. “You’re staring,” she informed him.

 

[AndyGoat]

Jean nodded, glancing up at her eyes for a moment. Like the rest of her, they were both entirely human and entirely other. Also, they were beautiful. As she was, despite the sulky expression on her face. He frowned at that expression. Human and faerie had one thing in common, he thought, women of both species seemed to take offense when you accepted their offers.

"Yes," he said. "I am staring. You may recall I said you were beautiful, and fascinating. You are also practically naked. Your attitude doesn't change that, or surprise me in the least. I taught freshman for years. They didn't want to do the work for the courses they signed up for anymore than you want to fulfill the bargain that you proposed."

He looked around him. It was getting late, and he was hungry. He wanted to watch this creature for a while. Her outfit left little to the imagination. What had seemed cute and pixie-ish when she was small seemed risque, bordering on obscene on this scale, though he did not mind much.

"There's bourbon in the cupboard and steaks in the fridge," he said, "and plenty to make a salad with. I like mine rare. You go ahead and make me a drink and then cook us dinner. While you do that, I'll keep staring. All the poisons are under the sink, but you're not going to use any of them."

 

[StarWhisperer]

Cera didn’t know what a freshman was, so she just nodded. She didn’t know why he would expect her to want to fulfill the bargain after the way he’d twisted it around on her. She hadn’t taken into account that he would make her stay. Letting her leave was the whole point of offering the wish up in the first place. It was too bad that she couldn’t grant a wish to herself.

He was going to make her make him dinner? She had never cooked a steak before, though that was one thing she was at least a little familiar with. She thought she could probably manage it. When he pointed out that she was practically naked, she actually blushed a little and shifted her feet. “Yeah, well, I’m not used to men oggling me all the time, or I would wear more clothes,” she snapped, crossing her arms over a fairly ample chest for someone so petite.

She didn’t know what bourbon was, either, but she supposed she could just look at the labels. With a put-upon huff, she turned and walked into the kitchen. The add-on about poison under the sink gave her pause. She had never considered poisoning him, but now that he had put the idea in her head, it would stick there. Though she was sort of against harming anyone or anything, so she doubted anything would come of the thought. Still, though, if he ever slipped…

That said, she thought that probably if she killed him she would be stuck hanging out with his dead body while it decomposed. He had said she had to stay with him forever. Her life span would undoubtedly be considerably longer than his, considering she was younger and also magical. That kind of sucked, but she’d cross that bridge when she came to it.

Wandering into the kitchen, Cera was severely out of her element. The tiled floor was cold as she walked across to what she thought was a cupboard, and jumped when she opened it and a light came on. It was cold inside. “Is this a fridge?” she called, looking over her shoulder at him. “You might have to give me a little direction…”

She managed somehow to find steaks and pulled them out, setting them on the counter, then looked to Jean for further instruction.

 

[AndyGoat]

He sighed, shaking his head. Why would it be easy or pleasant to have a magical servant, after all? In all honesty, he thought, if she weren't so beautiful, so sensual, so arousing, he'd probably let her go rather than bother with showing her how to perform the most basic tasks. She was all of those things, however, so he came into the kitchen and sat at the table. He talked her through the ice cube tray and the liquor cabinet, and then with his drink in hand, taught her to light the grill, and prepare the simplest of meals.

As the steak sizzled on the grill, it occurred to him that, though she appeared to be a beautiful young woman, she was not actually human. There were many things that he had to learn, if she was going to be his. The first was, "What is it that you eat?"

Overall, he was enjoying himself. Despite her terrible attitude, and general incompetence, she was a pleasure to watch, and as she moved, he was tantalized with near glimpses under the flimsy scrap of cloth she wore around her hips. He was fairly certain there was nothing under it. Then again, he thought, an hour ago he had been certain there was no such thing as faeries.

As she cooked for him, other questions occurred to him. Some he kept to himself, some he asked. "Have you any family? How long will your magic last? Do you think you'll be trying to escape again soon?"

 

[StarWhisperer]

Once he told her how to do it, Cera made his drink and got the steak going. It wasn’t hard for her, once she knew where things were and how to start the steak cooking. She would be able to make him more dishes as time went on. She just needed to practice and get used to it.

She looked over to him from where she was tending to the steak and shrugged. “Similar things to what you eat, I would imagine. I’m an omnivore, as well. I was going to ask you if I could make myself a salad, since I actually know what that is, and if you wanted one, as well.” She was irritated, but he was pointedly asking questions she would answer politely.

She really didn’t have anything under her little skirt, but he couldn’t really see anything, just shadowed glimpses of an area that was an imagined realm to him. Cera ran her hand through his hair, answering his questions in a patronizing tone.

“Yes, I have a family. My parents and a couple of siblings, but we’re not even remotely close. My magic will last until I die, which will last significantly longer than your tiny life span. I’ll probably try again, but I doubt it will work. Trying to fly out of your window was like smashing into a hard surface at high speeds. I’m sure I would just bounce back again. It was rather unpleasant.”

 

[AndyGoat]

He chuckled softly and sipped his drink, nodding. "Of course we will have a salad. As I said, there is plenty in the fridge to make it with."

He watched as she went about her tasks with anger in her eyes and a supercilious tone in her voice as she answered his questions. Years of teaching had given him plenty of practice ignoring snotty attitudes, so he made note of her tone, but mainly listened to what she said. No family to speak of. It was no wonder they weren't close, he thought, given her general behavior.

When they finished eating, he directed her to clean up. "You knew perfectly well that your magic could last a lifetime, so before you get too involved in hating me, take a moment to consider the incredible stupidity of making an open ended offer like that. You may not like what I've done, but I could never have done it without your magic or your offer."

When she finished with the dishes, he smiled at her. "Of course, I am sorry to hurt yourself. Still, you know your own magic. I think you brought that pain on yourself, trying to break the bounds that you set. I do not wish to make your life here unpleasant. If you make my life unpleasant, though, be sure that I will do the same. Now come here."

He pointed to the floor by his feet imperiously.

 

[StarWhisperer]

Cera sighed and nodded. She moved over to the fridge and pulled out lettuce, tomato, carrots, cheese, and dressing. She dug around in a cupboard until she had found some raisons. “I don’t like onions.” She didn’t ask if he cared, making the salad in a big bowl and pulling out two smaller ones for it to be served in. She sat down with him for a short time while she ate – she ate very little – but was soon up again, washing their dishes.

“I didn’t think you would be smart enough to make a wish that would ensnare me, which was the very thing I was trying to avoid with the wish. And I was trying to avoid dissection and display, and discovery and exploitation of my people. Can you blame me?” Cera sighed heavily. “I’ve never met a human before. I don’t know how you think.” She stood, leaning against the counter and watching him.

“Well, now that we’re clear that you think I’m stupid. Do you really have to make fun of me? I’m already having a bad day.” It wasn’t like she granted wishes all the time. She had never done it before, had not considered all of the possible angles. That was stupid, he was right, but he didn’t have to point that out to her.

She hesitated a beat to comply, then another, but she could feel the power of the wish tugging at her, compelling her to obey, fulfilling the second part of the wish. Cera stepped forward until she was standing on the spot he indicated. “Just standing here, or…?”

 

[AndyGoat]

He chuckled and nodded his head. "Right there, yes, standing will be fine."

He ran his hand along the back of her thigh, starting behind her knee and sliding it up slowly. He looked up at her, smiling. "Your skin is wonderfully soft and smooth. I expect mine feels quite coarse, but I am afraid that is something you must get used to."

His fingers disappeared under the scrap of cloth she had tied around her hips, feeling the swell of her asscheek, squeezing the round flesh and nodding to himself. He took a sip of his drink. "As for making fun of you, I am surprised you are bothered. You have made it quite clear the disdain that you hold humanity in. I'll only live a few more decades, after all, and then you'll be free of me. In the meantime, you'll either have to put up with me making fun of you, or earn my respect. You're going to do whatever I want, regardless. It is well within your power to make me want to treat you very, very badly."

"You will take off your clothes now," he said, feeling his desire growing slowly. It had been a long, long time since he had been with a woman, and never one quite as beautiful as this. He knew she was his for the rest of his life, and he had every intention of making full use of his power over her. Still, he thought, it won't hurt to savor this first night.

 

[StarWhisperer]

She tugged gently at the ends of her hair, looking down at Jean. He was feeling her up, and she did not like it one bit. She flinched forward, trying to escape his hand, but that was of course no use and only brought her closer to him. His hand trailed lazily her leg, raising gooseflesh on the soft, sensitive skin just beneath her rear. His hand slid up further and cupped her asscheek and Cera’s mouth actually dropped open a little. Why would he do this to her?

“Who isn’t bothered by being insulted?” Cera asked through gritted teeth. She closed her eyes, wondering how she could earn his respect. She supposed it would be difficult, but she would try. Things might be a tad more enjoyable that way.

“You will take off your clothes now.” Cera’s eyes snapped open. She looked down at Jean in barely-concealed disbelief. “I will what?” She couldn’t believe it. “I…” Yet, against her will, her hand was lifting and undoing the hooks on the back of her top. It fluttered to the floor. Her breasts weren’t overly large, but they were full and round and sagged only slightly under their own weight. Her nipples were pale pink, and puckered instantly in the air.

Next, her hand moved to the knot on her hip. Her nimble fingers moved to untie it, though her stomach was slightly sick. She managed to get it untied and the skirt fell with the top, and she stood nude before him. Her body was perfect, really. Full breasts went down to a small waist and flared out into curvy, ample hips and a firm, round ass. Her pussy was nearly bare, only the barest whisps of silky hair here and there, but it was smooth for the most part. He crossed one arm over her chest and put a hand in front of her pussy. “….”

 

[AndyGoat]

As she stripped out of her flimsy garments, Jean's eyes grew wide. Her body was perfect, the way people's bodies never were. He pulled her into his arms, sitting her on his lap, as his hand slipped between her thighs. He could feel her whole body tense up, wanting to pull away from him but held in his lap by the power of the spell.

His fingers stroked the lips of her pussy, gently teasing them open. When she tried to press her legs together, he simply whispered in her ear and told her to spread them. They opened slowly, but she was practically doing the splits in his lap before she finished. He chuckled, letting the tip of his finger slide inside her.

"No, you're absolutely right," he whispered. "Nobody likes to be insulted. Maybe we should try to be nice instead, what do you think?" His finger slid deeper, rocking in and out of her as he spoke.

 

[StarWhisperer]

This was entirely unfair. It was like she was his doll, his plaything. He had only to give her an order and she was helpless but to comply. She sat on Jean’s lap, feeling like a caged bird as he stroked the lips of her sex gently and whispered to her to open her legs for him.

Cera groaned quietly as her legs spread slowly, until they were as wide as they could possibly go, opening up her pussy to his probing fingers. She tried not to squirm, to moan. The moaning wasn’t too hard – she could just bite her lip. Squirming, however… her hips were almost immediately rocking against his hand of their own volition.

“Nice is good,” Cera panted reluctantly. “I won’t… insult you… if you don’t….insult me….” She groaned quietly and pressed her face to his shoulder. “Do you really have to do that?”