Jaycee's Blog - Mon, Oct 10

My hypno-dick is still around and still seems to work. It's helped me manage my burgeoning relationship with Gabriel and keep things casual (and keep him from wondering why I have a dick when I didn't at the time we met). I do have the feeling I'm operating on borrowed time, however, and it's going to blow rip at some point.

I also spoke to Brooke about all this, and he admitted this was something he concocted with Fantasia. When I tried giving him a hard time for putting me in this kind of trouble, he put me on hold (probably to talk to Naughtybelle). Next thing I knew, I suddenly had an insanely hard boner, then found myself having a dozen consecutive orgasms that filled my pants with gooey and sticky shame.

I got the point. No complaining. Got it.

But that's not the more interesting part. No, the interesting part has to do with Morgan Reiss (my old boss, remember). A word of warning, though: things have taken a dark turn and I don't mean just a few clouds in the sky. I'm talking Armageddon! Read on at your own risks! Maybe even knowing about this puts you at risk. But I need to share this with someone...

This past weekend, I was able to spot Morgan (and her car) before she spotted me. If you remember one of my earlier entries, I'd spotted her stalking me in her car. I haven't had a mention this, but it's happened a couple more times, so I've been sneaking  around to try and catch her. I finally did. 

On Sunday, I was coming home from shopping. Before I turned onto my street, I spotted her car, so I took a somewhat acrobatic detour through some neighbors' backyards to cover my approach. Using techniques only known to the best ninjas in the world, I was able to get up to her car without her noticing me. And since I'm a girl with a plan (and a hypno-dick), I managed to flash her my magic member and order her to follow me inside. She did so obediently.

From there, I was able to get her to spill the beans, and there was much to spill, let me tell you. I'll summarize it here (it took hours of conversation). I'm giving you the overall narrative and my conclusions, but she still doesn't know I'm the same Jaycee she used to know. She still thinks I'm Brooke.

Back when I was working for her (as the original male version of myself), Morgan was a normal person living a normal life. Shortly after we met, however, she began having strange sexual fantasies about me. Very vivid fantasies that she couldn't resist. She would have urges to masturbate to those fantasies in the most inconvenient places (often at work). Knowing she could get caught made her hot. Getting caught by me a couple of times had been enough to send her over the edge. (In hindsight, I think there was some kind of magical connection to me that still lingers inside her, and that may be why she's been attracted to me since we've met, even though I look different from before.)

This went on for a while, and the "tortures" she would endure would occasionally vary. I do remember that I could see through her clothes at some point, and being aware of that was an incredible turn on for her. It would be years before she'd figure out the reason for it, and I was no longer around by then. It didn't matter anyway—the targets of her inexplicable sexual urges had expanded to a dozen friends and colleagues, and it was a mystery that she was able to keep her job. (That mystery has an explanation, and I'm getting to it.)

At the beginning of the third year of her torment, Morgan began suffering from depression. No doctor had been able to help her with her problem. No amount of counselling seemed to make any difference. (It also didn't help that she would openly masturbate during counselling sessions, or have sex with the doctor, whether he be male or female.)

Then Tarantina revealed herself.

If you're a long-time reader of my blog and/or a faerie expert, you know that spiders are the sworn enemies of faeries. It's not exactly true. There are plenty of ordinary spiders that—while giving faeries the creeps—aren't a threat by themselves. But just as some butterflies (to our eyes) are actually faeries, some spiders are actually shadowfae—faeries whose heart have turned so dark and full of hatred and contempt for humans that they become and antithesis of faeries.

Shadow faeries. Shadowfae.

From what Morgan was able to learn over the years (and explain to me while under hypnosis), Tarantina suffered a great deal of tragedy at the hands of humans. From her description, she sounds cold and cruel in a way that makes Attitude look like Oprah Winfrey. After she revealed her existence to Morgan, Tarantina proceeded to pimp her out to men that had hurt Morgan in the past.

Here's where it gets dark: they all died the next morning. It gets worse: there were investigations into those mysterious deaths. Some detectives got close to the truth. They're dead too. Any time someone gets close to discovering what Morgan is responsible for (what Tarantina has done), more deaths. It's not hard for a shadowfae to get to someone, or to get Morgan to have sex with someone.

After these hours of interrogating Morgan, I asked her if Tarantina was around while we spoke. She said that maybe, but she wasn't sure. Either she wasn't around or she allowed this conversation to happen. There's nothing Tarantina likes more than a victim that is stuck in her web of deception while she closes in for the kill. What's sure is that the longer I speak to Morgan and the closer I get to her, the greater the odds that Tarantina will discover who I am.

That was a sobering thought. If I had any lingering intention of having sex with Morgan, they were gone by then. I sent her on her way and told her to forget about me and about this conversation.

I don't mind telling you all, I'm a little bit terrified right now. I have no faeries around to help me and I'm not sure what to do next.

--Jaycee