Jaycee's Blog - Wed, Sept 29

After I wigged out on Naughtybelle, the faeries have been more upset with me than any time since they returned from the Scientology prison without Minx. At the time, though, they knew deep down that none of what had happened was my fault. They used me as a proxy for humanity and their anger against it, but it wasn't about me.

Since last week, though, it is personal. I'm the one who went off and made a really deep cut. Naughtybelle spent three days in the cupboard, crying her little eyes out. Will it make it better to you readers that I felt horribly guilty the next morning? I tried approaching the cupboard to apologize, but Grief flew in front of my face and just stood there, angry and hateful. She didn't say anything, but I understood from her expression that if I insisted, she'd actually hurt me. I backed away.

After another day, Fantasia came to me and told me Naughtybelle's backstory. As it sometimes happens with faeries, they fall in love with humans. When they do, they share their true name, something that makes them truly vulnerable. Naughtybelle's human was a twenty year-old girl called Esther. She was beautiful, witty, and a wonderful singer. She was sweet and kind hearted in a way that made her an easy prey to men with ill intentions. She fell for an older man who took her innocence then returned to his wife. The breakup left Esther with a broken heart.

She fell into deep despair and slit her wrists. Naughtybelle was absent at the time. When she returned and found Ester in a pool of her own blood, something cracked in her and she was never the same again.

"So maybe," Fantasia said with uncharacteristic gravity, "maybe you could cut the girl some slack."

"I...didn't know any of this," I said.

"That's because you don't take the time to find out about us," Fantasia said. "Maybe you're too busy thinking of us as evil tormentors to find out why we became this way."

I paused, weighing her words.

"You're...being awfully nice telling me all this," I said.

"Not for long," she answered. "Naughtybelle has given me lordship over you for the next few days, then it'll be the other girls. You do not want to know what Grief has in store for you."

Uh oh...

"So here's how it's going to be," Fantasia said. "I'm going to put a block on your orgasms, so that no matter what you do or how aroused you get, you can't cum. Also, you're going to see every adult around you as the sexiest version of themselves, and their clothes will be invisible to your eyes. And finally, you can sexually trigger anyone you want so they have sex with you at will."

Uh oh...

"Have a fun week," she said.

So it's been five days already. The first day was a nightmare. It's been downhill ever since. Any attempt at getting myself off gives me a severe case of blue balls, and even if I don't do anything, it doesn't go away much. I can't go outside—there are too many beautiful people and my horny brain just wants to bang the lot of them (even some men!). The urge to cum is getting so bad that I can't think straight.

I did have sex twice, and both times were a nightmare. The first time was with the female postal worker who delivers my mail. It was (very) satisfying for her, but I was left with aching and sensitive balls. The second time was inside the walk-in beer freezer at the convenience store, with a random girl wearing a hot jumpsuit. She was shockingly creative and a massive squirter.

I don't think I'll be buying beer at that store anymore.

So now I'm in constant pain and can barely sleep. I almost can't wait for this to be over and for Grief to have her turn with me. How much worse can it get?

--Jaycee