Interviewed by the Fae
Chapter 1 — Nora
by Sova
Nora was calm, relaxed, and entranced. She smiled droopily as she sat in wait, her eyes filled with enchanting sparkles of blue. She was led into this room a while ago but was happy to wait as long as desired.
Of course, earlier today Nora had a very different attitude. One that was fearful of the cold days of winter approaching mixed with the lack of space at shelters. One where she felt like she was being watched and followed and a turn into a blind alley left her at said stalker’s mercy.
That didn’t matter. Not right now. Nora was asked to wait. And so she did.
The door creaked open. There was a small scoff. “Did you just leave her in here?”
“You were in a meeting, I didn’t know where else to put her. It’s not like she minds.”
“Yes, quite hard to do without a mind at all.”
Nora indeed did not have a mind right now. She felt better without it. No mind meant no worries. Peace was rare for a resident of the slums like her. Some people were shocked to learn the infernal population was only a quarter of the horrid burrows, but that’s because it’s hard to imagine anybody beyond devils and demons living there. If one could call it living.
An ethereal elven woman in a blue dress with silver hair sat down across from her. Nora was drawn from her daze by a pair of beautiful sapphire eyes that complimented her gorgeous face. “Why’d you pick her up?”
“She was cute.” There was somebody at the woman’s side. Nora had no will to turn to look. The eyes were too encapsulating.
“Darling, we talked about this.”
“Hey, I followed all the rules!”
“So you say. I suppose that’s why we have this process.” The sapphire eyes glowed and Nora realized she’d seen them before. Not on a face like this for she would’ve ed one so stunning. It had been a gentle face with purple eyes that had suddenly glowed blue, silencing her thoughts just as these did now. “How are you feeling?”
“Wonderful, mistress,” Nora said blankly as if that was completely normal.
“I’m going to wake you and while within this room, you will feel yourself incapable of lying. You are not compelled to tell the truth, your secrets are your own. Lying however is a concept beyond your grasp. It won’t even occur to you.”
“Yes, mistress.” Nora sighed as the glowing blue faded and she started to take in her surroundings. She was on a couch in a sitting room. Across from her was the stunning woman, an aristocrat if to guess from her dress. At her side was a handmaiden with two small horns sticking from her hair in front of her headdress. A very familiar handmaiden with purple eyes. “Hey, you’re the girl who kept following me!”
The handmaiden blushed and when her lady raised an eyebrow at her she blushed even harder. “Ok, so maybe I wasn’t subtle.”
The lady smiled as she shook her head. “I apologize for my handmaiden’s enthusiasm. I’m sure you have many questions and given I seek to ask you some it’s only fair for you to ask yours first.”
“Where am I?” Nora was glad for the chance to ask, she didn’t how she even got here.
“The House, of which I am its Lady, Beatrice von Closen.”
“Closen? You’re fae?” Nora asked fearfully.
Beatrice pinched the brim of her nose. “I despise that my mother’s legacy is to have that be the reaction to our name.”
“Baby steps, my lady,” the handmaiden said reassuringly, “At least this time she didn’t think you were your mother.”
“Gods, don’t remind me,” Beatrice groaned.
“Why am I here?” Nora interrupted. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Offer you a job, of course.”
“What?”
“A job. Specifically a position as a house maid, although it’s not the only option, we’re just still a tad short staffed on maids.” Beatrice waved to the girl at her side. “My lovely Lia was out on the town and decided you might be a good fit. Let’s call this an interview. I personally make the final call and initial training for all our staff.”
“I have a choice?” Nora asked suspiciously.
Beatrice nodded. “The door’s right there. Your mouth can’t lie but your legs can still walk.”
Nora glanced at the closed door and felt the easy exit foreboding. “That feels like a trap.”
“I suppose simplicity is a bit scary. Quite the conundrum, isn’t it?” Beatrice said with a hint of a smile. “Of course, you’re already here. What would be the point of such a tactic?”
“Cruelty,” Nora muttered, “Give me false hope. Get a kick out of my misery or something.”
The smile faded. “Oh dear. I am sorry your outlook is so bleak.” Beatrice raised a hand to her chin. “We’ve gotten off on the wrong foot. Would you like anything to drink? Tea? Coffee?”
“Water.” Nora flinched. “Wait, there’s no catch right? Fae food leads to being trapped too.”
“Nora, can I call you Nora?” she asked. Nora had not told this woman her name. Beatrice continued after getting a nod, “Nora, you may notice that technically we’ve already trapped you. I ire your caution, but please, this is just an interview. If anything this is compensation for your time.”
Nora looked at the floor and muttered, “Tea, please.”
Beatrice motioned to her handmaiden. “Lia, if you would?”
“Of course, my lady,” Lia said, giving a curtsy. It was such a flimsy curtsy for somebody serving a lady of status so closely, but the amused smile said lady was trying to hide implied it may be on purpose.
Beatrice reached for the table beside her and picked up a form. From the quick glance it was mostly blank except for a headshot drawing of herself. Although in the drawing Nora had a white headdress similar to Lia’s. “So, you just want a maid? Why kidnap me?”
“I’m a fae. It’s what I do.” Beatrice smiled gently. “I won’t deny the dubious nature of your acquisition but at the end of the day, it’s still your choice.”
The next bit of time was spent asking Nora questions about her life. She didn’t even think to lie, which was of course as she’d forgotten the concept entirely. Thus the only barrier was her embarrassment towards how sad her life sounded.
“Do you have a home?”
“No.” Nora sipped at the tea Lia had brought her. It was the first warm drink she’d had in a long time and if it was a trap she decided it was worth it.
“Do you have family or loved ones who may be concerned with your sudden disappearance?”
“No.” Homeless and without loved ones. Of course the fae targeted Nora, she wouldn’t be missed by anybody. “What would you do if I said yes?”
“There are several questions I’m skipping due to your no’s, I am trying to save us time,” Beatrice said curtly. Lia put a hand on her shoulder and she sighed. “We prefer not to hire those who already have lives to attend to. Sometimes said lives are dire, so we have opted not to disqualify people based on yes’s alone. Some of the staff have their families live here, others just inform their loved ones they have new employment.”
“Don’t forget Maria,” Lia said.
“Maria was the cause of this policy. Sometimes it’s better to let the world think you’re gone. I know too well that not all families are…functional. And who am I to deny our staff sanctuary.” Beatrice had a look of sorrow. “The House has never needed a policy for those past their prime but wishing to stay. I have a feeling Maria will be the precedent for one forming. I don’t think she could ever bring herself to leave.”
“So, I’ve answered no to all of those. Does that mean I’m easy pickings?” Nora asked with a hint of sarcasm.
“It means that the choice is yours and yours alone,” Beatrice said politely. There was a tiredness to it though. Like she felt she’d never be able to get anybody to believe her without a lot of convincing.
Nora certainly needed a lot of convincing. “What’s the job like? Being a maid for the fae, that is.”
“Well, you’ll be enchanted of course. Both to implement new skillsets and also for security reasons. Your safety as much as ours, worry not. There’s a couple enchantments I tend to work with and we can always customize, but the quick explanation is we’re working on a scale of complete unaware bliss to enhanced training.” Beatrice hid a laugh. “You’d probably not be surprised how many of the girls love spending the day drunk on enchanted pleasure while their bodies do the chores. But others do find joy in a good day’s work, I won’t deny a person their desires even if I don’t quite see the appeal myself. For them I just program in the skills and you’ll keep them afterwards so that’s a bonus no matter what. Very marketable, a maid is. Although I have yet to have anybody leave.”
That last remark made Nora shiver. Beatrice was so…she was such a fae. Alluring in a way that always made one ask what the catch was. No matter how hard she sold this Nora kept resisting saying yes. But she couldn’t bring herself to say no. “I…can I have time to think about it?”
Beatrice leaned in and rested her head on her clasped hands. “You are fascinating. You seem hesitant to trust but you have yet to take the chance to leave. Usually those who don’t fit are quick to make it clear. It’s like you don’t want to it you fit but fear losing the opportunity.” She raised an eyebrow. “Are you, perhaps, fond of the thrill?”
Nora didn’t answer. The eyes glowed and Beatrice spoke softly, her voice now a siren’s call that she couldn’t disobey. “I could strip your will from you completely and make you a mindless statue to decorate my room. Does that interest you?”
Lying was beyond Nora and inhibitions had gone out the window. Instead she imagined the scenario described with pure clarity just so she could obey the eyes by answering the question the best she could. Nora saw herself posing provocatively like a purchased prop, smiling blankly without a thought in her head. Beatrice would be sitting in her room, glancing at her new decoration with a sly smirk that would make Nora shiver if she had the mind to comprehend it. She rubbed her legs together as she whispered, “Yes.” The glow faded. Nora blinked a few times, her heart still racing from imagining something far more detailed than had been asked of her. She quickly corrected herself. “I…I don’t think that option is for me, but maybe I’m interested in being your maid. Maybe.”
Beatrice’s smile curled further. Even Lia had an excited look she was clearly trying to hide. “Well, if that’s the case, we can start your training now.”
Nora wasn’t given the chance to argue. She sunk into the couch as the glow of Beatrice’s eyes dimmed her thoughts again, although not as intensely as before. She still had enough awareness to say, “You’re just…training right? Wait I haven’t….said yes…yet.”
“I’m sure you’ll make your decision by the time I’m done. There are many things to go over. Many skills to train.” Beatrice looked her up and down like judging a show cat.
Lia had moved next to Nora, arm around the back of the couch like she was an old friend. Nora felt safe with her so close. She was so genuine it was hard to fear her. “Just relax. I’ve done this a hundred times, it can feel any way you want.”
Nora didn’t respond. She couldn’t describe what she wanted this to feel like. Beatrice seemed to be doing it perfectly nonetheless.
“You’ll be a good maid. Just like me.” Lia sensually stroked her hair as she whispered into her ear. “Let her words wash those worries away. The House is your friend. Its Lady is your mistress. You’ll be safe and cared for in exchange for your service.”
“This feels like…more than training.” Nora noticed she didn’t ask them to stop. Instead she gleefully leaned into Lia’s pets and kept her eyes locked on her new mistress’s gaze.
“I’m a kind mistress but I’m still a fae. It’s my nature.” Beatrice’s smile now reminded Nora of a sly fox, one who’d found a gullible rabbit to prey on. It made her heart race in a way it never had before. “Do you mind if we see more of you?”
Nora wanted to tear her clothes off just to make the eyes happy. “Whatever you want.”
Lia purred with excitement. “She’s into it, mistress.”
“Don’t push her, darling, we’re trying to be gentle.” The eyes glowed brighter. “If we aren’t careful we might accidentally twist her mind until she’s nothing but a plaything.”
“You can do that?” Nora asked, out of anxiety or arousal she was finding it harder to tell.
Beatrice beckoned her handmaiden to her with a finger. The half-demon skipped to her side with excitement as her mistress put a hand under her chin and lifted it to look into those enchanting sapphires. There was a flash of bright blue. Lia’s body went limp, her eyes losing all focus as her expression went slack. “Deeper and deeper. Letting yourself sink into mindless bliss.” Beatrice smirked at the little giggle elicited. “What are you?”
“Your property,” Lia said somehow with no emotion yet utter devotion.
“Good girl.” Beatrice kissed her. “Nothing but a doll, my words become your thoughts. The only desire left is to obey your mistress,” the fae glanced at Nora flirtatiously, “and our new friend.”
A tinge of fear grew in Nora. Like a privilege was being bestowed upon her but she couldn’t ignore the responsibility that came with it. “Is she okay with that?”
“Oh naive Nora, Lia begs for it. She wants everyone to feel what she does and is eager to help them achieve her beloved state of bliss.” Beatrice whispered something into Lia’s ear. The handmaiden’s eyes were hazy but focused on Nora with a hint of…hunger. “Of course, she also will do anything to please me.”
A battle of wills was occurring in Nora. The rational part told her this was wrong and the eyes gently assured her it was all she could ever dream of. There was a third will that was the winning one. It was one deep within Nora that Beatrice seemed to see with her unyielding gaze, feeding on it like the fae she was. The part that reveled in the thrill of losing to her. Of giving in. For one has to resist to enjoy the pleasure of being conquered.
Beatrice wasn’t doing this just for fun. She was doing it because Nora wanted her to.
The gleam in those sapphire eyes told Nora they’d been waiting for her to realize that. Like pouncing on prey they glowed brighter than ever the moment she did. “Stand.”
All her thoughts ceased. Nora stood. “Yes, mistress.”
The most she could comprehend beyond the mindless bliss was two sentences. “Lia, help our new friend out of her clothes. I’m sure Nora will help you in return.”
“Yes, mistress.”
Nora didn’t resist being stripped; she didn’t even care. The sapphire eyes were her entire world. The words the fae spoke wrote themselves in her mind and she repeated them like they were her own thoughts.
“You are a maid.”
“I am a maid.”
“Your purpose is to serve your lady.”
“My purpose is to serve my lady.” Nora heard Lia repeating as well. She felt a strange warmth, not the fire growing between her legs but a comfort in having a companion in submission. Just two mindless maids, one new and one experienced, declaring their devotion to their mistress.
“You live to serve and obey your lady.”
“I live to serve and obey my lady.”
“Your lady is Beatrice von Closen.”
“My lady is Beatrice von Closen.”
Nora was now nude and helping Lia her. There was no shame from either of them, only the desire to obey. The heat between her legs grew even more at the thought.
There was a more seductive tone to the next suggestion given. “Obedience is pleasure.”
The heat tripled. Nora was breathing heavier as she had a new need. A new thirst to quench. It was hard to even speak. “Obedience is pleasure.”
Beatrice smirked as the two servants were now naked and worked up, and if the sounds of both their breathing was an indicator Lia was just as aroused as Nora. “My doll is at your command, Nora. Tell her what you need.”
That last part was an order. Nora loved orders now. Obedience was pleasure. She needed pleasure. “I need to obey.”
Beatrice laughed. It was elegant and made Nora’s heart flutter. “I suppose that’s on me for expecting a complex order after sending you so deep. Lia, darling? Satisfy our new hires burning desire for…obedience. Nora, as soon as her tongue touches you, your mind will surface just enough to enjoy the thrill that you can’t bring yourself to stop her.”
“Yes, mistress.”
Nora felt a jolt of panicked pleasure wake her as a skilled tongue began to work between her legs. Her mind started moving miles a minute as everything came rushing back in. “You…I…”
“Yes, Nora?” Beatrice sat across from them, watching like this was a normal display. A fae playing with her toys.
Nora couldn’t answer, her moans were too frequent as Lia was on a mission. All she could do was accept her fate. And with that acceptance, to surrender in the war she’d long since lost, she came. And she came hard. It was almost dizzying, the world falling away not from enchantment but her own fatigue.
Beatrice stood over Nora in wait for her to come to her senses. Her eyes didn’t glow but Nora was enthralled by her nonetheless. “So, are you ready to be mine?”
Nora tried to answer honestly, but nothing came out. She couldn’t comprehend what she wanted to say. She didn’t want to say no. She was afraid to say yes. Why?
Beatrice seemed to sense her conflict. She put her hand under Nora’s chin and gently lifted it. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what your heart is begging you to say.”
As agonizing as it was to look away from her mistress’s gaze, Nora glanced at Lia. She was kneeling at her mistress’s side, a hand between her legs and her eyes rolling back as she rewarded herself for a job well done. Nothing but a doll fulfilling her purpose.
And Nora was jealous. “What I want is not mine to have.”
Beatrice smiled. It wasn’t the smile of a predator, but of a caretaker. One that cherished all her possessions, even if she had a favorite. She leaned in and even as their lips touched Nora couldn’t believe such an ethereal beauty would grace her with a kiss. The fleeting moment was seared into her like a new core memory. “Perhaps you can have a taste as consolation. And a g bonus.”
Nora was still savoring the moment, but enough of her soul was yearning that she whispered, “Please.”
“As you wish.” The blue glow consumed her mind once more. “Sleep.”
Nora’s eyes fluttered shut. She could still see the sapphires, still felt their cherishing glow.
“Until I say otherwise, you are just a doll. A doll like Lia. A doll does not feel jealous. It does not feel anything but the need to obey. To serve. To pleasure. A fuckdoll. My fuckdoll.” Nora felt a kiss on her forehead. “This one time, you may have the honor of truly serving the Lady of the House.”
“Now open your eyes.” Nora obeyed. Her mistress was now nude and her beauty was beyond comprehension. She wanted to touch her, to taste her, to serve her. She did nothing. She wasn’t told to yet. “And worship me to your heart’s desire.”
Nora eagerly obeyed. She crawled forward, eyes locked on the prize that was so tantalizing that even with existence now dedicated to it, she couldn’t truly believe she was worthy of touching her mistress. The pleasurable jolt Nora felt when caressing her leg fueled her, kissing her thigh, and then stopping right before tasting her.
Did Nora truly deserve such a thing? Had this doll earned the right? Was she worthy?
The hand placed on her head decided for her with a gentle but firm push. And Nora did more than taste, she devoured her mistress. The devotion and skill Lia used on her was now nothing but an outline on how to please. Every shiver was a lesson on what Beatrice liked, every moan incited made Nora squirm with pride. The hand on her head caressed it with loving care, solidifying the devotion Nora was overflowing with. It wasn’t the only hands caressing her though, as Lia had stirred from her post reward slumber and gently fondled her from behind. But Nora knew now it wasn’t for her pleasure, even if she reveled in it. Everything they were; their minds, their wills, even the pleasure of the toys they’d become, was for their mistress.
“I love interviews,” Lia purred dreamily, her head on Nora’s shoulder.
“You certainly know how to find eager additions.” Beatrice suppressed a moan. “Get her ready. After all that I’m already almost there, let her have a final treat.”
“With pleasure, mistress.” Lia’s hands caressed Nora’s breast while the other explored between her legs. She whispered into her ear. “When Bea cums, you’ll cum too. It’ll be the best orgasm you’ve ever experienced, ten times harder than whatever you can even imagine. You’re already mindless and loving every second but this pleasure will drop you so deep that Nora will be long gone. Not forever, she’ll slumber enjoying the high of tasting her mistress, a privilege not shared with many. And the doll left in her place will be open and eager. Ready to obey and serve her first day as our new maid.”
Nora had no time to even fantasize. Beatrice let out a very unladylike moan and the gentle hand on her head pressed down hard as she came.
There was no way to describe what an enchanted orgasm feels like. It was more than just the pleasure that shot through her cunt and spread through her like a wildfire. More than the scream that was muffled by Lia’s hand as if she’d expected it. It was the gratification of bringing her mistress to climax, the satisfaction of completing her purpose twisting with the involuntary spasms of her body.
By the time it ended, Nora was gone. Sunk into the recesses of her mind just as she was told she would. Basking in the afterglow that would never cease. The maid that remained was drowning in pleasure. She was told many things and obeyed them to the letter, but comprehension was beyond her capacity. This was a maid obeying her mistress, nothing more, nothing less. Nothing but the pleasure of fulfilling her purpose. Every step she took, every chore she did, every moment was pure bliss. She was smiling in a way she hadn’t in a very long time and never wanted the feeling to end.
It would end, though. A gentle and gradual end, gratefully enough, slowly shifting from unaware ecstasy to peaceful patience. Nora blinked. She was sitting in a nightgown on a bed. There were three other beds, with three other women who also appeared to be waking.
The one sitting across from her smiled. “Oh, hello. Are you new?”
“Y-yes?” Nora said quietly, unable to focus on anything quite yet. This was quite the jump in tone. The afterglow had long since ed and yet its remnants still hugged her gently. Her body was tired. Not in the way she thought it would, but as if she’d spent all day on her feet rather than her knees.
The curly haired girl to her right squealed. “Ooh, I know that look, you just got a session with the Lady of the House, didn’t you?” She sighed with longing. “I’d kill to get played with again. That handmaiden is a prized gem. Too bad the Lady of the House has already claimed her.”
The one across from the curly haired girl was already relaxing on her bed. “I’m surprised they aren’t married.”
“What’s the need? They’re already attached at the hip.” She shrugged. “Also aren’t fae courts super weird? I’d imagine wanting to keep them out of their love life.”
“Girls, you’re scaring her.” The one across from her held leaned forward. “Hey, it’s ok, we’re just used to it. I’m Daphne. You did choose to stay, yes?”
“Yeah. But…but did I really?” It all happened so fast. And those eyes, the second they glowed it was so hard to say no to anything. Nora blushed at the sensual shiver she got from such a thought. “Or did she just make me want to stay?”
The curly haired girl laughed. “Oh you chose, trust me. I’m sure what you is a bit predatory but I saw you conked out talking to Lachesis earlier, they’ve been vetting you all day. The Lady of the House likes to give the final say. And give her personal touch to our enchantments.”
“That’s the thing about enchantments. If you aren’t compatible, it’ll crash out in the long run. The House needs worker bees but its Lady prefers to find the ones that like making honey.” Daphne held out her hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally have that bed filled.”
Nora shook the hand as she took in her surroundings. The room was like a dormitory. There were servants shuffling outside, the ones in uniform with dazed, dreamy looks while the others in nightgowns appeared awake and alert. “What just happened?”
“We’re off shift. I’ll give you a tour of the staff quarters, Daphne actually had a hand in the redesign. I’m guessing you took the unaware option? Or are testing it out. You’ve done a full day’s work. I’m Ophelia by the way.” Ophelia smiled warmly and moved next to her. “If you think about it hard enough, you’ll it.”
“It’s hard to think about the day when the morning was so—” Nora went silent with embarrassment. The three of them all looked invested now, those looks knew exactly what she’d been about to say. “So, you all…”
“Had a very sexually charged interview?” The girl next to her asked slyly. She pointed between the others. “These two think I’m a downright slut for how far I went with them, but I think they’re just jealous they were brave enough to ask Lady Beatrice to in.”
“No, we think Maria’s confusing fantasy for reality, as no other maid has itted to such an occurrence.” Daphne narrowed her eyes at Maria. “And that is not an invite to start asking again. We don’t want another visit from Diana about boundaries.”
Maria stuck her tongue out at them. “Well maybe our lady erases the memory of her involvement but felt I deserved to keep mine after the devotion I showed her. I gave everything I could after all. She deserves nothing less.”
Nora had not realized her experience was so rare. Beatrice must’ve taken a liking to her if she was one of the few that got to even touch her. And now placing her in a lodging with these three seemed to be a commentary in itself. Were these women the more depraved of the staff, Nora now a part of their number? Maybe they were just the ones who’d be the most honest about it. Ease her into the normalcy of fae debauchery.
“I guess something about pleasure while programming makes it stick. For me she just let me touch myself.” Ophelia blushed. She seemed the most timid of this grouping even with how overly open they were. “And I do mean let me. She didn’t tell me too I just…sorta started doing it halfway through. I couldn’t help it.”
“It’s the way she talks, it makes your heart race,” Maria said. This must be the same Maria spoken of earlier. Her loyalty to the Lady of the House appeared to match the concern Beatrice and Lia had shown for her well-being.
“You’re right about pleasure and programming.” Daphne closed her eyes and shivered. “Especially with that lady-in-waiting, oh what a tongue she has. I’m certain it was the final push for more than one maid to give in.”
Nora was still somewhat in a daze taking this all in. She refocused when Ophelia nervously put a hand on her leg in an attempt to comfort her. “You can leave if you want. It’s not like the doors are locked from the inside.”
“The Lady of the House does an audit every once in a while, right?” Daphne asked.
“That’s when you’ll get your chance to ask for a second night with the mistress like I do,” Maria whispered while wiggling her eyebrows. She was smacked in the face with a pillow thrown by Daphne.
“Yep, yep, she routes out anybody who’s feeling a tad trapped and tosses them back. Usually it’s just the one’s ready to move on or retire, they feel scared to lose the security the House gives them.” Ophelia gave a cute chuckle. “Of course, they do lock your ability to speak of what occurred within their walls. Fae love their secrets after all. And laborers who dare not speak of what they had to do to hone their craft does give a wonderful mystique to the Von Closen name.”
Daphne, who seemed the oldest of the bunch and thus more concerned for their new coworker, asked, “Do you want to leave? I know it’s scary, but there’s no punishment for such a thing. I can find a head maid and help you get that started, they’ll understand for certain.”
Nora shook her head. At the very least leaving so soon after an interview like that was rude. She got a g bonus up front after all, she wanted to deserve it. And perhaps if she was lucky, earn it again. “No, no, it’s just…a lot to take in. Doesn’t quite feel real.”
Maria nudged her with her elbow. “That’s the point, hun. If it felt real, they wouldn’t be fae.”
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