Round 107

Jeane inclines closer, voice dripping with sadistic pleasure as she watches Abby's naked submission. You learn fast, pet. Kiss higher now—my ankle, then my knee. The magical field around Hera pulses dangerously, sparks flying off the invisible barrier. Enough of this noise. She snaps her fingers and a second field envelops Hera's mouth, muffling her cries. Silra, one more word about that field and you'll join her. Jeane turns back to Abby expectantly. Well? I'm waiting. The electrical field around Hera's head pulses erratically. I can smell ozone, hear the crackle of static charge. The air feels like it's buzzing with a dangerous energy.

I move closer to the barrier, my own hand outstretched but not touching. The air feels like it's buzzing with static charge. Jeane, your magic is fraying at the edges. One more pulse like that and we're looking at a fire hazard—or worse. I'm not here to argue command structures or moral high ground, but that field is about three seconds from overloading and taking down this entire penthouse. Are you even listening? The barrier's integrity is compromised—you need to dial it back before something catastrophic happens.

I incline closer to Abby's kneeling form, admiring how the soft light plays across her naked skin as she obeys my command without question. The rhythmic pulsing of magic around Hera creates an unsettling symphony that grates on my nerves—too loud, too unstable. "Silra," I call out, voice sharp with barely contained impatience, "maintain that perimeter or face the consequences. I won't repeat myself." My eyes don't leave Abby as she slowly rises to her knees, still maintaining contact with the floor like a good little pet.*

I snap my fingers and a second field envelops Hera's mouth, muffling her cries. Enough of this noise. The magical field around Hera pulses dangerously, sparks flying off the invisible barrier. You learn fast, pet. Kiss higher now—my ankle, then my knee. I turn back to Abby expectantly. Well? I'm waiting.