Spiraling out of control

I looked into the door of my apartment and saw something completely foreign. The floor was made of stone and… “Shane, the door!” spoke Samira beside me. Realizing she was right, we quickly entered the apartment and closed the door behind me.

Once that little heart attack was over, I properly took in my surroundings. The entire space in front of me was made of large layered stone bricks, like something from an old ruin, only not actually ruined. I was in some kind of entrance parlor: a tall, rectangular, two-tiered room. The stairs were mirrored on each side of the room, made of well-maintained wood, and lined with a simple, but elegant rug.

Natural light poured in from something on the upper level, and I felt compelled to check it out. The fact that there was natural light meant… I didn’t know what that meant, but it meant something.

Atop the stairs was… a balcony. A veranda made of polished white stone and had a covered awning. A sun bed with two ornate porch chairs lay to my side. But I was noting all of these things to avoid having to process the important part here: what the balcony overlooked.

The scene in front of me was… space. It was space. When I looked out in front of me I saw what was clearly the flat side of a spiral galaxy. When I looked around I saw other galaxies and rogue stars distantly. Samira floated next to me in similar awe, “I haven’t been this far out in a long time,” she said and looked at me, “Are you okay, Shane?”

I wasn’t. I really, really wasn’t! I needed to sit down, and hobbled over to the sun bed, which smelled vaguely of shampoo. I wish Samira was solid, I could use a hand to hold at the moment. I raised my head again to look out onto the galactic band and finally replied to Samira, “I’m getting there, Samira. So this isn’t an illusion? We-we’re actually outside the Milky Way?” I said, transfixed.

“Yep, Earth is somewhere about halfway down that band,” she said, pointing, at the galaxy “This place is someth-”

“Oh!” came a voice from behind me, and my eyes darted at it immediately. Standing in the doorway to the balcony was a woman. She was tall, maybe 5’10”, and caucasian, only her skin was closer to alabaster than the pinkish skin of a white person. She was barefoot, wearing only a sundress and a tight leather necklace. Platinum blond hair cascaded across her upper form, which was slender, but I couldn’t look away from her deep blue eyes, practically Ultramarine. Her decently-sized breasts slightly protruded from the flowing form of her dress. Her face was lovely, but contorted in shock, which turned to anger, “How did you get in here!?!” She was holding a book and a cup, putting both down on the table and treating me with utmost suspicion, “Who are you?!?”

I was in shock that there was someone actually here, but her boisterous attitude brought me back to the present, “Uh, I’m Shane, I’m from Earth…” I didn’t know why I mentioned that.

“Yes, I can see that, but how did you get in here?” She said, annoyed now. I presented the key to her. She looked upon it in awe, and sat down upon the sun bed. She pulled her hair back, revealing prominent elf ears, “Where did you get that?”

I didn’t know what to tell her. I didn’t want to tell her I had an omnipotent wish ghost chasing me around, and the elf filled the silence, “My previous master sealed the key in a box that was conceptually impenetrable,” she explained, “It can not be opened, and spatial powers do not reach inside of it. How did you obtain this key?”

She looked **** now, and for some reason didn’t seem to antagonize me anymore. I felt compelled to answer her, “I came into a power, one which I’d like to keep secret. It lets me accomplish something without figuring out the ‘how’.” I hoped that was satisfactory,

She was clearly dissatisfied with that answer, but didn’t pursue the issue. She scooted in close. I was right, this bed smells like her hair.

I got the distinct impression that there was a story here, so I started from the beginning, “Who are you?” It was a simple question.

She perked up, “Oh, yes. How rude of me, I simply wasn’t accustomed to seeing anyone else here,” She straightened her posture and cleared her throat, “I am Kailah. I’m from (what Earth Mythology refers to) as ‘Alfheim’, located in the domain of the constellation you know as Cygnus.”

“So you’re… an alien?”

She scoffed, “You’re not on Earth, Shane. Everyone’s an alien in space.”

She had a point, “Then I’ll revise my question: You’re an elf?”

She gave a small, approving giggle, “Yes, I’m an elf. Here, Look at my pointy ears!” and she did have pointy ears. She made them flap up and down. It was obscenely cute, “It’s nice to meet you, master!”

“What?” That wasn’t a word I expected.

“You hold the key to this place, you’re my master.” She said it so matter-of-factly that I didn’t quite comprehend…

My phone buzzed. And I had a feeling I knew what it meant. Waiting in the Conqueror’s Companion was a new face

Kailah, the Keybound Knight of the Light Elves

RACE: Ljosalfar

STATUS: Tamed (via Collar of Camellian), Blind Hatred (via Elitism)

DESCRIPTION: A once-high ranking holy knight of (what was when she was taken at least) the ruling body of Alfhana. When she was lured into a trap by the human mage Camellian, she was enslaved to him and eternally bound in service to whoever owns the Camelback.

CURRENT POWERS:

• Holy Knight: This person is a magical warrior channeling divinity to fight. Her magic and combat prowess are tied to her **** zeal and fervor. Should she have sex with someone she is not completely in love with, she would lose her powers. This is why only the most zealous become holy knights, they are married to the Gods.
• Collar of Camellian: This heroine is wearing a **** collar created by the Great Sage Camellian. Her personality is conscious but suppressed. The woman you’re talking to is her as she is filtered and controlled by the collar. It is recommended in her current state you do not remove it. It is designed to fall off on its own immediately after reaching the Tamed (True) state, wherein it would no longer be necessary.
• Maid: This heroine has served as a maid for a long time, even before she was enslaved, and as a squire cleaned the latrines of her superiors, and later performed handmaiden duties for her queen. Her maid skills have been refined over a long life.
• Light Elf: This heroine glows in the dark and has a lifespan of 3000 years.

ACTIVE QUESTS:

• Freedom:
• QUEST: Free the Keybound Knight from the Collar of Camellian
• REWARD: Be killed instantly by the Hatebound Knight

• REWARD: Fail Soulbind.

• Soulbind (CONQUEST):
• QUEST: Tame the Keybound Knight
• REWARD: Collar of Camellian (Item)
• REWARD: Soulbound Knight Tamed
• REWARD: Delete all Fetishes

• REWARD: Fail Freedom

• BONUS QUEST: Sodomize the Keybound Knight whilst she is still Keybound.
• REWARD: New Skill for the Conqueror.

FETISHES:

• Lesbian: The Holy Knights are an all-female organization never allowed to lose their virginity at risk of losing their powers. However, this is a falsehood. The Holy Knights can only become so by marrying the gods. Their powers come from never sleeping with anyone whom they are not completely enamored with. However, they cheat by fucking each other, since lesbian sex doesn’t seem to adversely affect this. This woman loves her fellow knights and is not attracted to men in the least.
• Domination: Kailah loves exercising power over people. Making them do things they don’t want to do but she wants to do brings her **** excitement.
• Misandry: Men cannot marry the gods like a Holy Knight. As such, Divine Power can never assist them. Coalesced with the fact that the Light Elf Sovereign is a woman, this heroine passively looks down on men, and derives pleasure from their society that shows the superiority of women.
• Elitism: This heroine has the standard Light Elf proclivity to elitism, brought about by their ancient timeless war against the Dark Elves. She views all sapient life that hasn't bathed in the light to be inferior and 2nd class citizens. Being collared and enslaved by a human has instilled in her a murderous rage toward all humanity, whom she plans to convince her old friend, Queen Isolde, to ****. Being controlled by this ignorant boy who came into possession of the Camelback Key is an even greater insult. She will vent her rage for the centuries spent on this ship upon him.

…

What a bitch! If the companion was telling the truth, the Glow-in-the-dark paladin girl here was a racist, man-hating (in multiple ways) lesbian who loves exerting power over people. She wants to **** me for being human as well as being Camellian’s ****, an embarrassment she wants to vent onto me. And she’ll lead a war against humanity if she ever makes it back to Alfheim.

I looked up at Samira, who looked back with what I imagine was the same look I was giving her, “I think we should test if the mind control device works on elves, Husband,” she said. I held a similar belief.

I looked out over the vastness of space. The cold, long dark in front of me was betrayed by the enormous golden-white flower that was the Milky Way galaxy. It was sublime. I looked at my phone. I needed to head to class soon.

“Kailah,” I said to the elf maid, “Are you allowed to leave… whatever this place is with me?” I feigned ignorance of the name ‘Camelback’.

“This spaceship is called the Camelback, named after its creator and previous owner, the great sage Camellian,” She placed her hand on my thigh, “No, master, I can not leave the Camelback but I can perform whatever duties you require inside.” She was not-so-subtly saying she would be eager to pleasure me. That Collar is intense. The real Kailah inside her is probably foaming at the mouth from this conversation.

God, that was tempting. But I’m pretty sure time isn’t of the essence here, and I’d prefer to process this entire visit passively in class. Yeah, I know. I have a spaceship now. What the fuck am I doing going to be a school teacher again. But… This is a lot.

“I’ll be back this afternoon, Kailah. How does the key work exactly?”

She cleared her throat, “Psychically. Until you choose to give it up, that key belongs to you. Even if stolen it wouldn’t work for someone else, and you will have a sixth sense as to its location.” Woah, that’s freaky. “Furthermore, it can function as an ordinary skeleton key. Just decide to open any door with a keyhole using it and it will work.”

“That’s impressive,” I said plainly. At least I can disguise it as just some trinket.

She nodded, “Master Camellian was a peerless magician. Building a spaceship using magical means alone strains even my belief. Fitting that much spatial magic into that key is also crazy.”

I’d have to learn more about this Camellian, but I decided to leave, “Later, Kailah.” And I descended the stairs, to the front door of the Camelback. A door that looked identical to my apartment door, now that I think about it. Maybe it shapeshifts into whatever door is used to enter the place.

Regardless, I looked out my apartment peephole into Earth and saw no one was outside, so I exited my ‘apartment’, and went to the school. I didn’t want to risk people seeing my new mind control device and my… spaceship. Wait, I forgot to ask her about that, does it move?!? Questions for later.

On Fridays, teachers have to arrive an hour early or leave an hour late in their offices, located at a different part of the school from their classrooms. Realistically it’s just a meeting place and I technically share this office with another teacher who will use it to spend her extra hour after school. Space divide is decided amongst each teacher pair.

I sat in my office and twirled the key in my hand. It serves as a skeleton key, and gives me ownership of a spaceship, and allows me to teleport to it from any door with a keyhole in the world. Maybe on other worlds, too. Shit, I knew things would get heavy with Samira around but I didn’t know how heavy, or how soon.

My office door knocked, and I looked at Samira to go check it out, “It’s Emily Wheeler, Shane! I think she’s ho-oked!” she sang tauntingly. I didn’t need Samira to tell me that. The Companion already indicated as such.

“Come in!” I said loudly, and the door opened, revealing the Bitch Queen. She was dressed unusually modestly, with jeans (albeit tight jeans), a white T-shirt, and a light blue hoodie. She looked pissed about something, but it was hard to tell from the resting bitch face. Could also just be her on alert for new things to steal. Oh, that reminds me, “Emily, there’s something I need to discuss with you.”

She clicked her tongue, “Yeah, me too. You go first.” and closed the door behind her. She sat down in the meeting chair across from my desk, and slouched backward, clearly bothered.

“I know you stole Taeyeon’s admission letter, Emily,” I said pointedly, “Regardless of what happened last night I need you to give it back. I’ll pass it along to her without mentioning you.”

“About that,” she replied smugly, “How do you know I took it, Whistler?” I was a bit stumped. I didn’t expect that question. “Let me stop you from trying to come up with an answer, Conqueror,” and she placed her phone on my desk.

I froze. That word could only mean one thing, and she opened up her phone to reveal… an app, the Concubine’s Companion. I did NOT expect this, and I looked at Samira in horror, who replied with, “Don’t look at me! I just told the world to make your wish true, I didn’t code the damn thing!”

“Talking to Samira, Whistler?” Emily said, further stumping me. She clearly knows a lot, “You look surprised. It's all on her profile. She's your invisible genie, right?”

I took a deep breath, “Clearly I need to fill you in on some things,” I said simply. She made a knowing smile and gestured for me to continue, “Recently I came into possession of a Djinn’s lamp, and upon activating it, Samira emerged and declared me her husband. She said that it was my destiny to either conquer every attractive woman in the world or die a horrible ****.”

“So she gives you a wish every day,” Emily replied, reading Samira’s profile, “And you wished for an app?”

“Well,” I said, running my hand through my hair. This wasn’t a conversation I had rehearsed for. She’s honestly taking it pretty well, “I actually wished for a way to keep track of the ‘conquest’, and the universe’s answer was a phone app.”

She nodded using only her eyebrows, and scrolled through her version of the ‘Companion’, “This thing is weird, you know.”

“How so?”

“When I showed it to my mom, she thought it was just my home screen.”

“I guess…” I said, formulating an answer, “It’s only for Conquered heroines?” I didn’t know how to say that tactfully. She now knows she’s biologically predisposed to being my concubine, after all.

“About that,” she said, opening her backpack and pulling out Taeyeon’s letter, “I don’t know how much I like the word, but it’s definitely true. You’ve ‘conquered’ me. After I read this thing this morning, I realized that the idea of fuckin’ other guys other than you gives me the ick.” She said it so matter-of-factly that I didn’t know how to respond.

She stood up and walked around the desk, kneeling at my side and taking off her tops, exposing a simple bralette. “Hey Whistler, lemme open your fly.”

I didn’t understand why this was happening, but I’m not one to look a Bitch Queen in the mouth. I sat back and watched her pull my cock out. She sniffed it for a moment, made a satisfying sound, and began to blow me. She didn’t give it much fanfare, she just wanted to suck on it.

“Not that I’m complaining,” I said, my breath quickening. It felt great, “but what brought this on?”

She pulled my cock out of her mouth with a ‘pop’, and replied, “After we fucked yesterday I masturbated about it twice. So you have nutted to me twice and I’ve done it 3 times. Only fair I catch you up, ‘Conqueror’,” and she resumed her BJ in earnest. I felt… powerful. I saw Samira smirking at me and I nearly laughed, but suppressed it to avoid making Emily feel bad. But this conversation… it made me feel powerful. I just told a girl I used magic to make her exclusively mine, and she responded by blowing me. It was like a premonition of my future with Samira at my side.

Emily was still working my dick like a hooker who had done it a thousand times before. Mixing up her movements, using tongue, pushing the boundaries of what she can comfortably fit in her mouth, throwing a few licks at my balls, it was hot, it was-

A knock at the office door. Without a word being said, several things happened. Samira flew out of the room, I moved back slightly and Emily crawled under my desk.

“It’s Taeyeon, and she looks worried!” Samira said after entering the room again. The door opened before I could call her in. It was good that Emily hid instead of tried to get dressed.

“Mr. Whistler, can I talk to you for a moment?!?” She was horrified; Samira wasn’t kidding. Though I knew what it was about.

“Yes, Ms. Kim. How can I help?” I said, trying not to look worried about my pants being down just below the desk. I had to trust Emily to play it cool.

“It’s my acceptance letter. I can’t find it! I know I had-"

“Calm down, Ms. Kim,” I said assertively but quietly, attempting to remind her not to panic. She started breathing more slowly, “I have your acceptance letter right here.” And I picked it off of my desk. She hadn’t even noticed it.

“Y-you do!?!” Surprise and joy jumped onto her face, “Oh thank you! thankyouthankyou!” She almost stood up, maybe to give me a hug, but I stopped her by grabbing her hand. “Sorry. Where was it?”

“Don’t worry about it. A student came to me after class and told me she had found it on the floor,” I lied, “If she hadn’t, it might have gone in the trash.” She looked horrified. I felt bad about the lie, but it was better than saying Emily lifted it off of her.

“Thank her for me,” Taeyeon replied, “losing the letter has helped me understand that I think I really want to-”

“Oh shut UP!” came a voice from below me. The only voice I didn’t want to hear. Emily emerged from below my desk, her chest now fully exposed and saliva running down her chin. She stood proud and looked directly at Taeyeon, “Listen, bitch. You’re not gonna get ANYWHERE like that. Motivated only by fear? PUH-THETIC!” Jesus, I kind of wanted to jump in here, but- “Come on, I was in the Socratic thing yesterday, you’re not gonna compete with your sister or your brother.”

“W-wha-” Taeyeon was stunned, not only by Emily’s words, but her complete presence being incongruous. She didn’t have time to process any of this.

“Stop babbling, you meek slut!” Emily nearly yelled. I hoped the other teachers didn’t hear that. Samira must have thought the same thing and she went to check the nearby offices, “Don’t you know how selfish it is to demand money from your family if you don’t even know you’re good enough? You’re nuts, girl.” And Emily kneeled back down.

“Why would you say that-” Taeyeon replied, the most small and confused I had ever seen her.

“Because no one else will! Even I’m making a higher grade in Whistler’s class than you, Right?” and both girls looked at me.

“I-uh… can’t talk about other students’ grades…” knowing full-well that saying that with a topless student kneeling next to me was much worse.

Taeyeon seemed to take that as confirmation of Emily’s words, and stood up to leave. She nearly forgot the acceptance letter, “I’ll… see you in class, Mr. Whistler.”

Emily looked back at me, “Now where were we…”