The Femme Fatale's Curse Ch. 02
Hey everyone, this is mere fantasy and supposed to be entertaining. We all have to be over 18 here, so please read "The Femme Fatale's Curse, Ch. 01" for this to make sense. Though it's more about mental degradation, especially the disgrace one might feel if they were to appear silly in front of someone who they're attracted to. It's a transitory chapter, so be patient as we build up this fantasy world more. Still, there should be enough filth and eroticism here. Let me know what you think, and I'll work on Chapter 3 soon.
Jace didn't want to be at Lady O'Leary's that night. Eva made it happen with The Curse. Despite hesitating to believe The Curse could withstand multiple days without seeing Eva, and trying to push the dreamy horror he experienced with her from his mind, Jace still attempted to distance himself from Eva and even ignored calls from Ludwig Abramov. He focused on various law enforcement tasks, distracted himself in sleazy watering holes, immersed himself in Acidalia, merely trying to avoid Ludwig Abramov's pressure. But here he was, in the back alley behind the shoe factory, which played the part of a cover up for the place, hearing that Eva knew a regular customer of the speakeasy there who might know Zena Abramov's whereabouts. He had to collaborate to mingle among the crowd, thus fulfilling Eva's demands. Thus, he was her slave.
He didn't know how to access the speakeasy's venue in the basement, nor did he wish to.
"Oh, behold, the man of the hour," Eva taunted from behind, her voice husky with \;evil\; excitement. "Decide on your own if it was free will that led you to this place, or if it was The Curse or The Curse's influence that brought you here. Tell me."
"Only free will could've left me unaware of this Curse," he replied, clenching his teeth.
"What of it?" she replied, a smirk on her tempting lips, her eyes shimmering in the dim light. "I'm here now, and I love being fearsome. *I* set the rules. Only a fool forgets."
She slid an arm around his neck and pulled him closely to kiss him deeply, her lips demanding but not unkind. Then she backhanded him, the impact thudding through his head. Her blow had no padding, and a groan escaped him.
"What's it like being beaten?" she quipped. "No? Let me ask it again. When does obedience become voluntary? Lust, fear... I don't care. You're here, and that's what matters."
They waited in the stairwell — surprisingly, he didn't see any stairs, only a steep slope — and watched the steady activity of the metropolis, all shiny and clear. Night had fallen, and the sky was filled with countless stars — yet there were no lights shining from windows at their feet. The chill was settling when a lady with a red light shining nearby caught his attention. Her face was barely visible beneath a wide straw hat and a bandana, but the fervor in her eyes was mesmerizing, evoking a dark attraction.
"Welcome back, Eva," she spoke in a hushed voice. "And you... whose slave are you?" she inquired with a raised eyebrow.
Eva smiled. "He's mine."
"Does he dress properly and follow your commands?" asked the lady, her voice curious.
"Yup," Eva assured her with a saucy grin, causing Jace's skin to crawl as he understood what was coming.
The lady's curiosity transformed into approval. "Alright, then. Come with me."
She led them to a room with a clothes rack, filled with outfits more suited for acrobats than cops. "Care to cooperate?" she asked.
"Are you sure you don't want to share?" Eva said, teasing the lady.
The bandanna-clad woman giggled and left the two of them to it.
Eva muttered, "Choose the best one you can."
Again, he looked over the selection of garish colors and extravagant designs, none innocent or straightforward. She must've known what she was doing. Amused at his desperation, Eva said, "Rather quick, aren't you? Seems I'll have to wield the whip tonight."
"What?" he fractionally raised his eyebrows.
"Oh, go with it." She grabbed a whip and clicked it twice in slow rhythm. "Don't fret. You'll be fine now."
Meanwhile, he was still stuck between what he wanted and what he had to wear. He couldn't escape this degradation. He chose the green outfit and brushed off the fringe over his shoulders. He tightened the fabric around his waist with the belt to control the amount of material flowing.
When they descended, the tunnels lit with low-hanging red lights. The basement was noisier than expected. He wished it could have been a dream, but she reiterated, "Eyes forward, young man," as if reminding herself rather than directing him.
Quickly, he overlooked the furnace-like temperature despite struggling through the heat. Then they approached a steep flight of stairs. Perhaps, the only stairs in existence. Eva said that she was attending a gathering where everyone was in power dress, and The Queen ruled in full garb. Jace contemplated whether she really would whip him in front of others, secretly mad at himself for not heeding these foreboding words. So he just followed, let Eva take the lead. There was no other choice.
The first sight that greeted him upon arriving in the speakeasy was a red light bulb glaring weakly in an alcove carved into the rock, its light highlighting windows used for entry that were barely visible. The queen of the speakeasy, the enchantress who had appeared earlier, welcomed them by saying "Welcome back, Eva" alongside "and her slave Edward" in a soothing but wary tone.
"What does he need to know, Nadia?" Eva asked with a wicked smile, her eyes encircled by curls of dark hair.
Nadia took a step back, looking calculatedly up and down him. "The king will be there. What are his orders?"
"Behave and obey every command from the House," Eva ordered, her hand resting on the whip coiled around her arm, "otherwise, the whip comes out."
"I wish him well, then," Nadia ventured. "I'll let you in."
She opened the door enough for them to enter, but only half of the open door betrayed the loud, sinful music and disturbing images heard inside the speakeasy. He hesitated but didn't dare to limp away. McPendish resorted to remaining in place and just following Eva for the night, though he resented being a prop of humiliation.
Jace's cheeks flushed as he summoned the words to rebuke her, but then she gave a command and he couldn't speak.
"Be quiet," Eva instructed, and snapped her fingers.
Nadia helped Eva down the narrow stairs, their voices inaudible to Jace's straining ears.
"Sometimes you need to keep them in check," Nadia said as they descended.
"This one seems to have a good heart, he just has an oversized ego," Eva replied. "We're still in the early stages of training him."
Jace paused before following the women, careful not to stumble on the tightly winding staircase. His thoughts turned to thoughts of death, wondering if a broken neck would be a relief from the humiliation.
"You have a generous woman overseeing you," Nadia remarked as they reached a small landing.
"You're aware of that, boy?" Nadia asked, lowering her bandana. Evidently, she intended to provide him with a taste of her feelings.
She smacked his bottom hard enough to make him jump, leaving him feeling the sting of her hand.
After descending the staircase, they came to a crossroads. Eva pointed to a narrow door on their right. "Dressing rooms are through there."
Nadia motioned toward a staircase leading down. "When you're ready to join the party, just go that way."
A noisy crowd filled the room, the atmosphere vibrating with laughter and chatter, the sound of utensils clinking and breaking, and the faint music of a jazz band playing in the distance.
"Eva's training you," Nadia said, grinning at Jace. "We're aware of your tendency to spout off thoughts."
Eva led him into a small, dimly lit room with crumbling brick walls. "I planned on telling you," she admitted. "The rules differ here. Men are 'free use.' Mechanics are expected to thank their customers for using them and to express their appreciation for their treatment." She turned to Jace and her expression mellowed. "You'll find yourself whipped where some men slap your butt."
Jace muttered, "I'm looking forward to it."
Eva grinned, suppressing her laughter, then turned to her wardrobe. "We need to prepare you for the party."
After opening the door, she described the room's contents, "This is a well-lit dressing room with numerous gas lamps and a mirror. It features a wardrobe and a selection of accessories. We'll only be adding a few items to your outfit. Essentially you'll be left in your bare skin. Expect spectators to get a clear view of your minute organ."
The idea of his organ becoming a public attraction infused him with anxiety. "Eva, please. What if someone recognizes me in this raucous gathering? I'm quite popular in certain circles, and this offensive gathering is overflowing with... I'll be exposed to people who might find my vulnerability distasteful."
"What do you find 'small,' baby?" Eva inquired, stroking his scrotum. "I think the crowd will recognize you. A few people may become envious of your virility."
"What do you consider sadistic?" Jace asked as his hands peeled off his clothes.
"Oh, you'll realize my character when you experience it!" Eva exclaimed, kissing him on the cheek. "Now, hurry up and allow me to make your submission complete."
She brought out a leather and wood device, resembling two planks of around 18 inches in length, connected together by bolts on both ends.
"What on earth is that?" Jace questioned, annoyed at the anxiety in his own voice.
"It's a humbler," Eva replied, earning herself a chuckle. "Imagine how chaotic things would be if you could see your own expression right now. Although, you can, considering we have a mirror set up in here. We'll wait until you're fully prepped to witness it."
"What's a humbler?" he asked.
"I'll demonstrate," Eva answered, walking back towards him, compressing his balls between the two planks and joining the planks to form a V-shape that secured his scrotum to his penis. She tightened the bolts, and before he could intervene (perhaps due to the Curse), she removed the planks, with his balls attached, and fastened them behind his back.
Jace groaned and kneeled downwards in a half-bent posture, the tension on his scrotum being the only relief he could find.
"Fuck," Jace grumbled. "I can't do this standing up with that thing on me."
"There's more, my dear," Eva said, causing his heart to race.
A soft ringing sound echoed from behind him, and he attempted to turn. The humbler hindered him, offering a partial view of himself in the mirror walking in a hasty manner like an awkward duck. It didn't matter; Eva had already reappeared in front of him, clutching a small chain with clips attached. The chain was adorned with a string of jingle bells.
"Any idea what this is, boy?" she asked.
"I...don't know," Jace groaned, his will to speak severely dampened by the sting in his groin.
She clamped one of his nipples harder than she should've, making him let out a yell of pain - but the pain did not lessen as he was soon subjected to clamping the other nipple too. He exhaled in an attempt to take in the pain, struggling to maintain his stability.
Suddenly, he felt his nipples catch fire from the clamps' pull and sensed the jingle bells against his body, almost like a circus act.
"What have you done?" he choked out.
Eva grinned. "These bells will delight those downstairs," she said, hiding a smirk. "So entertaining."
"Eva," Jace pleaded. "Eva, please. I can't bear...we can make love sensually, without...this!"
"Ah, my dear darling," Eva said, searching in the armoir for something. "You challenged my bluff, which has led me to seize the upper-hand. You're a poker player who boasts about your abilities. Naturally, you should be familiar with this process."
Without warning, she fastened a collar around his neck and cinched it tightly. She looped the chain leash around her wrist and yanked it, compelling the clamps to dig into his nipples, while simultaneously tightening the humbler on his testicles. Jace cried out.
"I believe you're ready to join me," she stated, kneeling in front of him and caressing his jaw. "As a couple, remember we're playing a part. And the person I've set my sights on should be arriving soon."
"One minute after midnight?" Jace cried. "Eva, what the hell are you doing?"
She glanced away briefly, but allowed the corners of her mouth to twitch before responding. "Technically, you're correct. However, it takes a few hours to fully immerse ourselves in the role. The pleasure of tormenting you is my own," Eva confessed with a playful smile.
"You waited to put that humbler on me," he Gasped.
She stood and collected a riding crop. Jace winced as she spanked his buttocks with it.
"I believe you owe me an apology," she declared, standing in front of him now. Her gaze met his midsection; he had no choice but to look at her hips. "I won't punish you for your outburst. But I could. I could make things much more painful for you, you ungrateful, arrogant smartass. So you'll ask for my forgiveness. And."
She turned around, hoisted her dress above her waist, displayed her backside in front of him. Her hips were at eye level anyway.
"You're going to kiss my ass as a sign of goodwill," she instructed. "Kiss it. Between the cheeks, bitch. And express remorse for talking back to me."
Jace frowned. The afternoon had been scorching hot; he could detect Eva's sweat on her skin, gathered between her ass cheeks.
"No," he rejected.
Eva exhaled audibly, and in the mirror he could see her roll her eyes. She clapped her hands.
"Put your nose in my ass, inhale deeply, and apologize to me, then admit you're a little man with a fragile ego to maintain," she commanded.
Before he could grasp the situation, Jace had pressed his face near Eva's ass, his nostrils against the thin material of her damp panties. He breathed deeply, savoring the musky, sharp, sweaty fragrance. He'd never has done this for any woman voluntarily; he'd always formed opinions about men who did.
"I'm sorry I'm a small, insignificant man," he heard himself mutter, as if from afar. "Please manage my ego, Eva. I can't do it on my own."
She turned around, having withdrawn her buttocks from his face, leaving him gazing at his own reflection as his complexion crimsoned.
She shook her head and inhaled, blowing a puff of air out of her cheeks. "I don't know why you can't understand this," she scolded him, grasping her panties with one hand, bunched them up. "You don't have a choice, young man. I'll win every single time. And I plan on making it increasingly painful each time you rebel. Now open your mouth."
Jace didn't.
Eva's palm connected with his cheek once more - this time from the opposite side - and she then snapped her fingers.
"Open your mouth."
Jace's mouth parted involuntarily.
She slipped her panties between his teeth. He identified the smell before the taste: it was Eva, combined with sweat and an underlying sexual aroma.
"I've had enough of you and your bullshit arrogance and your self-righteous attitude, so you'll keep your mouth shut until I allow it," she said. "Now move."
He proceeded towards the door and entered the confined, dimly illuminated hallway once more. Each step was challenging, as the humbler demanded a scuttling motion along the floor, his spine already in a painful position. Furthermore, with each step, the nipple clamps activated a small jolt of pain.
Eva clutched the handle of the leash connected to the collar band around his neck and pulled him along the hallway, the enticing sway of her hips now at eye-level.
After what felt like an eternity, they reached the landing once more. A female voice echoed from the depths of darkness.
"Brilliantly done, girl!" Nadia roared. Eva chuckled and responded with a mock salute.
They proceeded down the main stairs to the speakeasy proper.
Lady O'Leary's was a broad, windowless, basement space, glowing with an occasional gas lamp. Tables and booths rimmed the perimeter, and a circular bar, like a theater-in-the-round, commanded the center of the room. Jace was aware of a dance floor beyond the bar, and a stage further on. A band performed in a corner. A naked man - collared, his limbs restrained behind his back - danced on stage in a bathtub of ice, changing his stance regularly to evade the unpleasant sting of cold air. The patrons found this amusing.
The entire bar was heavily populated, mainly with women in fancy dresses or furs or miniskirts and headbands. Jace saw a few men - also naked and collared - and even a few clothed men. The message at Lady O'Leary's was clear: men must tread carefully.
Layla exhaled and concentrated while experiencing the discomfort in her testicles and nipples. The advantage of being in this setting was that it was relatively crowded, and the darkness helped. There were a lot of people present, but he wouldn't be easily identifiable.
Eva led him to a vacant booth against a wall, offering a good view of the bar, the dance floor, and the stage. She remained standing, refusing to let him sit down.
"Alright," she said, "go get me a drink. A gin fizz. And if you take too long to return, I assure you, if I ever take these panties away from your mouth, you'll have to relocate 100 miles from Acidalia if you want to rebuild your life, and even then, it might not be enough."
Layla struggled to pronounce coherently through the wet, grubby cloth in his mouth.
"No," she said. "I'm not going to remove the panties from your mouth. I didn't intend to do so, but you enraged me. The bartender is a friend of mine, and she's aware you're with me. She'll assist you, but it will be embarrassing for you. You didn't want to attract attention, but you will now, thanks to your decision. Do you understand?"
She snapped her fingers.
"Now, hurry up. Or else, things will become even worse for you."
Layla, with great care and steady footing, maneuvered through the crowd, wincing every time the humbler rubbed his balls and the chain dangling between the nipple clamps swung from side to side. The bell-like bells added further misery, as they applied pressure on his nipples and increased his torment.
The number of people remaining clothed surprised him; most wore clothes, which made him appear more conspicuous. None other than the oblivious cummer thrusting on the stage were naked. Layla's face began to blush upon approaching the bar.
The bartender was a red-haired woman wearing a man's sleeveless shirt and denim pants. She'd fashioned a headband from a bandana. As Layla neared the bar, she observed the bartender assisting customers, laughing and joking with each one, her smile genuine and genuine, empathy evident in her eyes - an unexpected trait in this part of Acidalia.
The bartender noticed him as he approached. Her expression wasn't vicious, but she concealed her amusement. It was difficult to glance up at the bar due to the humbler's low position, which left him bent over.
"Awww," she said. "May I inquire what's happened to you, Mr. Layla? Someone has been horribly rude, hasn't he?"
She ruffled his hair and traced a lock of it with her finger.
"I adore these curls," she remarked. "So pretty. I suppose you're here to order a drink for your mistress?"
Layla tried to speak through the panties stuffed in his mouth, but it came out muffled.
The bartender squeezed her eyes shut and smothered her snicker.
"So cruel," she said, bending over the bar and grasping his chin. "Let's see those pearly whites."
Layla lifted his chin, and his eyes dropped to the counter as he complied.
The bartender removed the panties from his mouth, chuckling. "Is this Eva's latest plaything?"
Layla clenched his jaws, struggling to maintain a sliver of dignity. "Victim is a bit exaggerated."
The bartender shook her head and smirked, laughing. "Let's see if you can be more reasonable than that. If you serve Eva, you've got a lengthy journey ahead. I'm not malicious enough to make it more challenging."
"A gin fizz," Layla said, looking away from the bartop.
The bartender slapped her hip. "I'm touched by your consideration. Granted, if you're committed to Eva's service, you'll endure a long ordeal. I'm not heartless enough to add to your plight."
She turned to prepare the drink.
Layla, suppressing his shame, refused to move, mainly to restrict the jingling bells, but also to avoid drawing attention.
"Jace...Jace Falconer?"
Layla turned quickly, wincing as the humbler and nipple clamps caused pain.
He identified the voice, a growing fear welling up inside him. It was none other than Carmen Marlasca. Even in this location, he heard that voice. She had the black hair, the trench coat, the fedora, the shirt, the tie, and the high boots. Boy, he desired her so much. They had arranged to meet even before Eva had claimed him over the past couple of days. They didn't establish a specific date, only stating they wanted to. Their last encounter with drinks was interrupted by a horde of bootleggers and a raid by the police, but he wanted her.
He craved her more profoundly than anything else.
But now she witnessed him here, enslaved to...
"I had no idea," Carmen remarked, covering her smile with her hand. "God, Jace. I..."
Carmen laughed again.
"So, is that a humbler?" She inquired. "And a set of nipple clamps with jingle bells? Someone truly possesses you, doesn't he?" Jace responded, and gulped. "Carmen, this is all...it's...it's something I'm doing..."
Carmen remarked with a smirk, "Don't worry about it, Jace. I really don't care if you're a tiny bit submissive. It's just amusing to me, since you present as this mighty, strong, tough individual, and now..."
She brandished her drink and laughed the contagious, bell-like laugh he loved so much.
"I never imagined I'd witness Jace Falcon—THE Jace Falcon—blush as intensely as this," Carmen declared, and tilted her head curiously. "You could've informed me, you know. That you wanted this. I enjoy dominating occasionally. Frequently. You seem like a dominant character, which I also appreciate."
"Carmen, please —" Jace attempted.
"All right," the bartender said, reappearing with the gin fizz in one hand and Eva's underwear in the other. "Here's the drink. And hey, I wouldn't want to upset her if I didn't give these back to her. Open up."
Jace glared at the bartender and shook his head.
"Look," the bartender said. "You're adorable and I feel deeply sorry for you. I feel Eva is being unkind. But you definitely need to bring these back to her."
"Fuck you, I —" Jace started.
The bartender clicked her fingers and said, "Open."
Jace's jaw dropped open. He couldn't grasp it. His trigger was only supposed to be known to Eva.
Eva must have told her.
The bartender shoved the underwear back into his mouth and placed the cocktail on the bar in front of him.
To his side, Carmen shook her head and chuckled.
"I mean, I do have a vacancy for a submissive in my life," she revealed to him. "Particularly since my writing career has flourished in the last few months. I need someone to proofread for grammar, print pages, and keep my apartment tidy. And I won't lie, I'm fond of foot worship and full-body worship, along with the jealous desires of a submissive cuckold. I just never would have pictured you in that role, Jace. And besides, it seems like you serve Eva, which —"
"He does," Eva stated from behind them, and Jace turned his head abruptly, making him cringe and triggering the jingle bells to jingle cheerfully. "Carmen Marlasca, right? Loved your article on the shipyards."
"Oh," Carmen reacted, and glanced at Jace on the floor. "Thanks so much. Yes, that was a fun one."
A pause, and Jace couldn't find the words to speak even if he had wanted to. The underwear filled his mouth, immobilizing his tongue, and to top it off, the Curse was preventing him from raising his hand to his face. However, he direly needed to talk. He required to share everything with Carmen—about The Curse, about Eva, about how he didn't want any of this. About how he wasn't really bound to Eva at all.
"I'm sorry, I hope my boy didn't disturb you," Eva added, taking the drink from Jace's hands and also the leash.
She also took the extremity of the leash.
"No, he..." Carmen gazed at Jace and smiled. "He wasn't. In fact, we know each other."
Eva arched an eyebrow. "Do you?"
"We do, indeed," Carmen said. "Jace, you promised me that you were this dominant type of person."
"Did he?" Eva inquired.
Carmen swirled her drink once more and slid her tongue over her teeth. Jace ached to do it for himself, but all he could manage was Eva's underwear in his mouth. "Yes, that's what he said."
Carmen shrugged her shoulders and offered a smile. "To be honest, I wasn't planning to put too much weight into this whole thing, but after you've been talking about Jace, I might be a little more intrigued."
She didn't glance at Jace this time.
"I might have a date tonight with someone else," she divulged.
"I understand," Eva agreed. "Let's go back to where we were sitting and when your date arrives, you can catch up with him."
Carmen chuckled. "That sounds like a good idea."
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