JTSS 1-190

Chandice studied the chess board as she carefully calculated her move. Across the board from her was another woman with blond hair, smiling back as if she had already won. Jaina, Gisley, and Evalynn sat about Roric's feet as they watched the battle of wits unfold.

They sat in the graveyard, amazed that the table, chessboard, chairs, and even an umbrella for shade were all parts of the woman known as Vylah. Jaina wondered just how high in level the woman was as she easily maintained an assortment of false forms. The entire mausoleum behind them, as well as the walkways for a good distance, were all part of her body. The mimic woman had decided to absorb a tremendous amount of mass and use it to grow into a truly gigantic size.

“Are the tombstones around the mausoleum part of her body as well?” Gisley asked, pondering how much of what they were seeing was the mimic woman.

“I doubt it,” Jaina replied. “She would have to be faking the grass and weeds to connect her body to the stones.”

“So every part of her has to remain connected?” Evalynn asked, as she, too, wondered how far this could go.

“You can sever small portions of yourself for a tiny bit,” Jaina explained. It's how they pick up the chess pieces and move them. But if you don't reabsorb them quickly, the mass decays, and you can't reuse it.”

“I assume that the time you can be apart increases with level,” Roric said as Chandice made her move, causing a twinge of irritation to cross Vylah's otherwise placid face.

Jaina explained that it did, and some abilities allowed for special creations that could last longer, but it was always a risk. A mimic could only absorb so much mass based on her level, and the rate of absorption was pathetic. She could break down organic substances look wood in seconds, but she would get only a tiny fraction of that material as actual mass. She painted the analogy that she would have killed and consumed a hundred zombies to absorb the equivalent mass of just one.

“The ratio is rather pathetic,” Evalynn commented as she clung to one of Roric’s legs.

“You can improve it by spending points on the skill but not by much, and there are far more useful things to spend the points on,” Jaina explained.

“But Vylah is so big,” Gisley pointed out. “She must be super high level and have been absorbing things for a long time.”

Jaina wondered about that, too, and burned with a desire to ask the strange woman. She held her tongue because it was considered rude to ask a player what level they were. Of course, she knew the levels of all her sisters, but they trusted one another completely. However, that did nothing to satiate Jaina's desire to know just how powerful Vylah was. Was this the extent of the mass she could control, or could she contain much more?

“Umtha doesn’t trust her,” Evalynn said in a whisper. “She thinks the woman is hiding something.”

“She does seem rather content to remain isolated,” Roric agreed as he looked at the woman nervously. “To have done so for so many years is hard to appreciate.”

“Oh, I have spoken to her a dozen times, and she's always perfectly polite,” Jaina countered but felt strangely uncomfortable. Roric seemed to react oddly to that statement, betraying a deeper thought.

“I speak to her too,” Gisley added. “She told me she loves to listen to me sing. I sometimes come to the swamp to sing for her, and she uses her abilities to make dancing girls.”

“See, she’s perfectly harmless,” Jaina said but caught a wary look in Evalynn’s eyes as well. Jaina knew what was going on in her thoughts and couldn't deny that there was some cause for concern. Vylah had chosen self-exile, living disguised as a cabin in the swamp for years while she waited for her lover to return. That lover was suspected to be Hathlisora, and though she insisted they were very close, Umtha knew nothing about her. How could anyone explain enduring all that isolation just to wait for another person to return?

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Vylah moved, causing Chandice to lean back and consider her options. The battle had been going on for nearly an hour now and each had gained little ground against the other. Jaina returned to watching the battle as she lounged at Roric's feet, holding the purple fairy in her arms. Gisley smelled of sugar and lavender, her skin glittering in the light. Jaina used her own powers to become partially fluid and spread across Gisley’s beautiful little rear. She flowed between her thighs and seeped into the magical flower hidden inside.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Gisley squeaked as Jaina tightened her grasp on the fairy.

“I am hungry and going to feed on you,” Jaina replied. “Now sit still and make lots of fairy honey for me.”

Gisley lay her head on Jaina's shoulders and surrendered as Jaina flowed into her body, filling the tunnel of her love and kissing the deeper barrier. Gisley gasped as her stomach began to swell thanks to Jaina invading her womb, and in seconds, she looked very pregnant.

“Hmm,” Gisley moaned as she ran a hand over her swollen stomach. “I wonder what it’s like to have a baby?”

Jaina smiled and helped rub her stomach while at the same time, she was savoring the flavor of Gisley's body. As part of her prostitute class, Gisley's body was always wet, and no matter how much you licked, the honey kept flowing. Jaina wondered if she could feed from Gisley all day, using the fairy's nectar as the mass for her body.

“That looks good on you,” Roric said, causing the girls to look up with big smiles.

“So you like to see your girls pregnant?” Jaina laughed as she swirled inside Gisley. “Barefoot, naked, and laying at your feet with your spawn growing inside.”

“it might not be Roric's. It could be anybodies,” Gisley said, patting her stomach.

Jaina had to stifle a laugh as she caught Gisley's meaning. The fairy was a prolific slut and often had dozens of partners in a given day. She made love freely with anyone who desired her affection, meaning literally any man in the kingdom might be the father.

“Oh!” Gisley cried as Jaina began to vibrate inside her. Gisley squirmed, but no matter how she tried, she couldn't escape the pleasure Jaina was lavishing on her. She tried to fight the sensation inside, but it was to no avail, and before anyone knew it, Gisley called out in pleasure.

“Quiet,” Chandice demanded as Gisley covered her mouth to fight back further sounds.

“You are torturing the poor thing,” Evalynn laughed. “You know she can’t hold that in.”

Jaina pulled Gisley into a hug and relented her attack. Gisley buried her face in Jaina's hair to pant while her stomach shrank. Jaina slowly withdrew from the fairy's body, satiated on the river of honey that flowed from the orgasm.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” Roric said as he bent over to stroke Gisley’s head. He looked across the yard at Chandice before lowering his voice. “Chandice came to me to talk about changing her role.”

Jaina felt her heart fluttrt to hear Chandice had brought up the subject of wearing a slave collar. She kept her voice low and said she had already spoken to Chandice about it. Roric nodded and expressed his desire to see her happy.

“Then why haven’t you collared her already?” Jaina asked.

“I honestly didn't think she wanted it,” Roric replied. “She has said several times that the collar wasn't for her, and I would never force it on her.”

“Oh, you are such a good man,” Jaina cooed before playing with one of Gisley's antennae. She gently rolled the little bulb up and down as Gisley squirmed. “So, what do you plan to do?”

“Well, she seems nervous about it,” Roric said. “I think she loves the play, but only when it suits her schedule. I am not sure she will be happy in a collar.”

“Nonsense,” Jaina balked, careful to keep her voice low. “She just needs the kind of flexibility you give Gisley or Frank gives Hannah.”

“But there will always be times where she must obey,” Roric cautioned. “None of you would be happy in your roles if I never challenged you to obey me. She will never know the full power of it unless I put her to the test.”

“Hmm, you’re right,” Jaina agreed and looked down dejectedly.

“He is right,” Evalynn agreed. “I crave the tests of my obedience. If they never came, I would not find this role fulfilling.”

“All she wants is to be free to run her shop and do her work,” Gisley cut in. “She won’t mind if she gets interrupted occasionally.”

“I am not so sure that is true,” Roric said. “I think Chandice likes to be in control, and that’s why she finds bondage so exciting. It’s the loss of control to another that turns her on.”

“Well, the slave collar is a loss of control,” Jaina pointed out. Roric nodded but explained that Chandice wanted well-planned and limited losses of control. She picked the times and places they would happen and then surrendered to them. He wasn't sure she would like him imposing them on her on a whim.

“She does love to be bound and helpless to her devils,” Evalynn agreed.

“And she loved sleeping with the guests at the inn,” Gisley added. “She once told me that she loved working at the inn because new men came through the door every day.”

“Hmm,” Jaina said as she looked across the yard at the intense chess match going on. “She was so excited to become my girlfriend, but we had such a short time in that role.” Jaina struggled to think of an answer but couldn't find one. Thankfully, Gisley lifted her head and looked up with her magical eyes.

“Why not order her back to that life?” Gisley asked.

“What do you mean?” Roric replied as he looked down at his beautiful fairy.

“I mean, you collar her, and then you command her to work at the jade temple as a barmaid,” Gisley offered. “She can do her shop and research during the day and work the temple at night. Then, you can order her to sleep with guests or play her bondage games. She can date Jaina and Hannah, and it will be like it was, only she will have a collar on.”

“Could that work?” Evalynn said.

“Why wouldn't it?” Jaina asked. “Just put her to it three or four days a week so she can spend the other nights in bed with her master. It will give her to return to the way things were and pick up where we left off. Heck, we three could start dancing again and really get back to our beginnings.”

“I would love to dance again,” Evalynn said with a blush. “All those hungry men.”

“I could use a room full of aroused and horny men, too,” Jaina laughed.

“You’re all insatiable,” Roric groaned and sat back. “But this might be an interesting idea. I will consider making her test to be the barmaid she once was.”

“I think she just wants a break from the stress,” Evalynn said. “She's been working hard to improve Legeis's machine. It started with a few magical parts, but from what I understand nearly every part of it is enchanted now. They are trying to boost it high enough to strip the magic binding Hannah.”

“She has told me about it,” Roric agreed with a nod. “Legeis has built hundreds of components, and Chandice has been adding enchantments to them to boost their effect. She even told me that a simple gear was enchanted to rotate at a precise, constant speed. She said the effect was extremely difficult to manage. She's been working on it night and day, hunting for needed enchanting ingredients and studying books on the subject. Frankly, I worry she is becoming obsessed.”

“I had no idea,” Jaina said as she considered the distant woman. “No wonder she's been so busy. She must really care about Hannah to be working this hard for her.”

“Chandice would love to add Hannah to our family as a second wife,” Roric said. “But I wouldn't dare propose the idea, considering she is already married to Frank.”

Jaina saw the logic but wasn't sure Frank would say no. He seemed quite liberal in his dealings with Hannah and willing to let her explore her nature to its fullest. Of all the masters, she surmised that Frank might be most willing to sell one of his girls. She hoped he never would, but he seemed eager to push them to explore the full nature of their slavery. Nothing would ever compete with the experience of being sold and carted away to serve a new master with no say in it.

Jaina felt herself getting hot just thinking about it and decided to put the thought away. She pulled Gisley tight and closed her eyes as Roric suddenly spoke up. He called to Vylah, admitting he was curious about her mysterious lover, and asked just how long she had been waiting. Vylah shrugged and said she wasn't sure, but it had been years since she last saw her.

Roric then asked what she would do if that woman appeared tomorrow. Jaina felt the question was odd, but Viylah looked as if she were lost in thought.

“I suppose I wouldn't believe it at first, then as reality set in I would probably fall apart,” Vylah replied. “We were very close, inseparable really. When she left, I was sure I would never be happy again. I suppose the isolation in the swamp was my grief, saying that if I can't be with her, I don't want to be with anybody, but even I got bored.”

“Did nobody ever come to visit you?” Gisley asked with earnest concern.

“Oh, people did come,” Vylah admitted, and I got so lonely that I started playing games with them, but mostly, I saw goblins and swamp creatures.

Jaina noted how Roric's ears twitched and his tail fluttered slightly. It was a sign that his suspicion had peaked or he was becoming apprehensive. Evalynn also looked odd, her gaze meeting Roric's as if they were sharing some secret. Jaina wanted to ask what was going on, but if they hadn't told her already, then perhaps it was meant to be a secret.

“Well, thankfully, I knew what you were,” Jaina said as she decided to play along. “And Hannah is so wonderful that she was willing to invite you into her home.”

“Yes, Hannah is wonderful,” Vylah agreed as Chandice moved a piece. “I would love to spend more time with her.”

“She’s really busy,” Gisley said. “She does so much for so many people.”

“I am sure we will find a chance to talk when the time comes,” Vylah replied, making her move.

Jaina thought that phrasing was odd and glanced at Roric, whose tail twitched a few times. Something was up, and she realized this visit hadn't been a random thought. Chandice suggested they come to visit and offered to play chess. Roric invited them all to go and spend more time learning about the mysterious woman. Now, she realized that was exactly what they were here to do. This wasn't a social call; it was an intelligence-gathering mission.

Evalynn now asked if she had ever considered creating a dungeon or a full home of her own. Vylah shrugged again and said that she had the class to create a lair and had given it thought. However, she had the size and mass that anywhere she was could be considered her lair.

“But if you die,” Jaina urged. “With no lair, you would respawn.”

“I am not concerned,” Vylah said. “Nobody has even noticed what I am outside of those of you who know. I have seen dozens of players walk right down steps and not know they were inside a mimic. Still, I am told that monster players can register with a guild hear and receive a title that would make me safe inside the kingdom. I am considering taking up that offer.”

“It would make you safe,” Evalynn agreed. “And you could wander the breadth of the kingdom at will.”

“You could do that just as easily with a dungeon heart,” Jaina noted.

“Surely you have a home anchor set someplace,” Vylah said. “You can’t be near it now.”

“I am registered,” Jaina replied. This entire region is part of Lovewood, which is listed as part of my home. I am heavily protected.”

“Good,” Vylah replied but looked up with a slight smile.

“Check,” Chandice said as she moved and leaned back with folded arms.

Vylah looked alarmed and studied the board carefully. She looked irritated for a moment, then nodded as the pieces melted away.

“I concede defeat,” Vylah said and stood to stretch. “But it was good to do something that stimulated my mind. You remind me a lot of my lost love. She was very skilled at strategy.”

Chandice nodded and thanked her for the game before getting up to join her family. They bid her farewell and left, heading down the long road that would take them through Lovewood.

“Now, do you want to tell me what is really going on?” Jaina asked when they were safely away.

“I told you she would notice,” Roric said as he put an arm around Jaina. “She knows me too well.”

“It worked better with her not knowing,” Chandice countered. “I still don’t know why you had to tell Evalynn.”

“She is our muscle and guardian,” Roric replied. “I did not want to walk into a dangerous situation with her unaware of our intentions.”

“What intentions?” Gisley asked as she looked confused.

“We have reason to believe Vylah is a threat,” Chandice replied. “We met this morning to go over Hannah's projects and any recent intelligence, and she came up.”

“What about her came up?” Jaina pressed, feeling a cold chill. Roric explained that Frank didn't trust her, which was a terrible indictment. Frank was an amazing judge of character, and if he was apprehensive about the woman, then there was cause for concern. They suspected that Vylah knew Hannah was the reborn Hathlisora and was pretending not to know. It also came out that on several occasions, Frank attempted to talk to Vylah to find her unresponsive. He even beat on the walls of her form while calling her name and got no response.

“Like that day we went into the dungeon,” Gisley said.

“There are other strange things going on, and Umtha is sure she’s lying,” Roric added.

“So we volunteered to spend some time with her,” Chandice added. “To feel her out.”

“That's why you were asking those questions,” Jaina nodded. “Did you learn anything?”

“Only that she's an amazingly good liar,” Chandice replied. “All her answers sounded sincere to the point of being hard to dismiss.”

“Maybe because they were sincere,” Gisley suggested.

“I want to agree, but if Frank is suspicious, it's hard to ignore,” Roric said.

“But he could be wrong,” Gisley insisted as she frowned. “She’s always been so nice to me. She likes to listen to me sing.”

“Sweety, everybody loves to listen to you sing,” Jaina said. “But she has a point. Frank could be wrong about her.”

“Again, I want to agree, which is why we came out to talk to her,” Roric said.

“Alright, so we spoke to her; now what?” Jaina pressed.

“Now we play along,” Chandice said. “We visit often, act like friends, and see if she slips up and reveals her true purpose for being here.”

“Which may be exactly what she claims,” Jaina insisted. “Somebody she cares about deeply promised to return and reunite with her.”

“You do realize that person is Hannah?” Chandice questioned as they rounded a bend that would take them past the goblin fortress Umtha had built. Jaina did know that, but she still found it hard to believe Vylah was being anything but honest. She had a motivation to wait, a broken heart to nurse, and a freely admitted she was growing bored and lonely. It was odd it took so long to reach that state but maybe the love she longed for was that special. Jaina would surely wait for Hannah if she promised to return one day.

“I hope you’re wrong,” Jaina finally said in a defeated tone.

“We do, too,” Roric said and put a hand on Jaina's shoulder. This is why we opted to meet her for a pleasant game of chess. The goal is to see if there is cause for alarm, and if not, to cause her no distress.”

“I understand,” Jaina nodded.

“I am glad to hear it,” Roric said with a firm squeeze of her shoulder. “Let's all hope there is nothing to this, but for Frank's sake, we must keep up our guard.”

They all agreed to be more careful and never approach the woman in a group of less than three, and not without Evalynn present. They then returned to the forest and stopped at the small building tucked off the road. Gisley laughed as Roric used the glory hole, and the devilish woman on the other side did her thing.

“I wish there were a glory hole for women,” Jaina sighed as she watched Roric groan in delight.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Chandice laughed and took her hand. “I would love that too, so I spoke to Legeis about it. He and Evalynn worked out a design for the building, and he built some special benches.”

“What are you saying?” Jaina asked in shock.

“Show her,” Roric groaned as his cock was sucked by luscious red lips.

Chandice took her hand, and together with Evalynn and Gisley, they went outside. They went about a hundred yards down the road, where a lovely little stone building now stood. It had a soft pink dome and wooden doors overlaid with a golden image of a girl blowing a kiss. Chandice took Jaina inside to a space decorated with silk furniture and fine tapestries.

“This is our glory hole,” Chandice said, pointing to two doorways. “Only women can enter this building, and when a girl is in residence, the dome outside glows with soft light.”

“Any woman within three miles of it will be visited by a little winged heart that will offer to lead them to the girl's only glory hole,” Evalynn added.

“But how does a woman use it?” Jaina asked.

“Come and see,” Chandice said, motioning her to one of the doorways. She paused at the brass handle and explained that the door would lock once a girl was in the chamber. It would only unlock when she grabbed the handle from the other side. Chandice then threw open the door to reveal a funny sort of chair that was more like a bench with an adjustable headrest. Chandice had Evalynn demonstrate how it worked. The elf woman stripped of her slave silks and lay on the bed, pulling her legs back until her legs rested in soft cuffs. From this position, her pussy was spread wide and presented to a black silk curtain hung in an archway. Written on the wall in magical blue writing was the phrase, service me, and Evalynn spoke it aloud. Suddenly the bench slid forward, pushing her pussy through the curtain. Chandice grabbed Jaina and led her down a side hall to a back room with two couches and a few plants for decoration. Protruding through a dark spot on the wall was Evalynn's pussy, presented to any who were in the room.

“Oh, my,” Jaina cooed as she smiled wickedly. “This is amazing!”

“We built it for you,” Chandice said, taking her hand. “And me and any other girl who wants to use it.”

“You plan to use it?” Jaina gasped as Chandice nodded.

“I can’t let my girlfriend have all the fun,” she laughed. “And Roric thinks you should spend several hours a day here. So starting tomorrow, you will begin serving the girls while Hannah handles the men.”

Jaina smiled as she fell to her knees and leaned over the pussy presented through the wall. Some kind of darkness spell prevented her from seeing out, but that didn't matter at all. She felt a fire burning inside to see a pussy begging to be eaten, and before she could help herself, her face was pressed into it.

Chandice rubbed the back of her head as she savored the flavor of Evalynn's body. She undressed and dropped to her knees before the second hole, stating that other girls would surely be along any minute. For the rest of the day, Jaina, Gisley, and Chandice took turns eating the women of the forest as they wandered in at first in a trickle that quickly became a flood. It was a dream come true, and Jaina knew that she would be spending a lot of time on her knees eating the passion fruit of the Lovewood.