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Jesserella
DarkMirage/Falconia
"Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful and delicate blonde boy in this dark castle inside a mountain...
His wicked, wicked Stepfather Adam made him scrub the floors and clean out the toilet of the Flying Sow.
The blonde, blue?eyed boy toiled all day long while the other kids got to play, dutifully fixing computers, adjusting laser beams, sweeping the floor and wiping sweat from the dojo. And he served as sparring partner and general punchbag to his evil stepsiblings, Brennan and Shalimar.
Brennan read his martial arts magazines by the hour!
Shalimar tied up the phone line ordering semi?lewd clothing from catalogues, blasting Adam's credit card bills! She had to use his card because the allowance he gave her barely paid for kitty litter.
Shalimar was much too old to be prancing about in these clothes, but she had bad eyes and was too vain to admit she could not see herself in the mirror, and no one had the heart to tell her how absurd she looked with a bare gut in the depths of winter. But they were tired of her re?setting the Sanctuary thermostat to higher temperatures so she would feel comfortable despite exposed skin. Everyone else broke out into a sweat.
Brennan, the evil stepbrother, punched and kicked poor Jesserella every time he felt like it. Brennan had to practice his martial arts on someone and Shalimar could kick his ass bigtime, evil stepdad Adam was too smart to be coaxed into trying his meagre physical abilities with Brennan, so only poor Jesserella remained. Jesserella was constantly covered with bruises...and shame.
And yet he toiled all they long, while his evil stepfather tinkered with pseudo?scientific gadgets that did nothing but blink and clunk. Brennan and Shalimar made much of the blinking and clunking, and why not? They liked shiny things and bright lights.
Then one day, invitations arrived for the Great Ball! King Mason Eckhart invited all the pretty boys and girls of the kingdom to be presented at the ball so Prince Frank Thorne could chose a partner.
Brennan and Shalimar were thrilled. They had closets overflowing with pretty things to make them look even prettier at balls. Brennan and Shalimar talked of nothing else!
Stepdad Adam hoped his favorite kids would be chosen as the Prince's new sex toy. He was tired of buying martial arts magazines for Brennan, and shalimar was ruining his credit rating. He wanted to spend his money on things that went 'blink' and 'clunk'.
Poor Jesserella dreamed of the ball: all those whips, those cat o' nine tails, handcuffs... Lots of pretty people in leather outfits. If only he could go...
But, ALAS: there was no invitation for Jesserella. No one knew Jesserella was alive except for a bunch of online nerds.
Even uninvited and unwanted, Jesserella improvised a nice outfit for the ball. Some days he mopped the Sanctuary floors with his tears.
With the help of his online nerdy friends, he whipped up leather briefs, some chains made of circuits and left over optic fibre. He picked up from the garbage can some wrist bands and a choker Brennan and Shalimar had thrown away. Jesserella DID have good eyes, and when Adam took Brennan and Shalimar shopping, Jesserella would pose in his outfit before shalimar's wall?wide and ceiling high mirror.
Jesserella had silent conversations with Emma, his faery godmother...Emma looked too young to be anyone's Faery Godmother, but Jesserella wasn't going to quibble.
Jesserella poured out his (broken) heart to his Faery Godmother Emma, telling her about how Brennan and Shalimar were invited to the ball,and he wasn't. The Faery Godmother caved at the spectacle of Jesserella sobbing uncontrollably, and promised,
"You shall attend the ball, Jesserella! I will provide a splendid ball gown and a coach and four."
"But I already have a smashing outfit to wear, Faery Godmother Emma."
Jesserella fetched the daring little black leather thing.
Faery Godmother Emma blushed when she saw it.
" O Dear God. It's that kind of social event. Do you still want the coach and four?"
Even blushing at the thought of what that "ball" might really be like, Faery Godmother Emma helped Jesserella spruce up his black leather getup for the party. She created new leather straps, all studded with silver nails and helped him wrap them around his gorgeous body. She fashioned new wrist and ankle bands with rings for proper bondage games. And, last but not least, a black leather mask to cover his face partially, leaving his huge blue eyes showing.
To take Jesserella to the ball, Faery Godmother Emma sucked six computer nerd friends of his from their keyboards and made them materialize in the mountain castle. Then, she quickly turned four of the Internet mice into strong, iron-pumping studs, adorned with black ostrich plumes faking horse tails inserted into their... cough... cough... The other two internet mice she turned into naked servants, covered in piercings inserted on the most painful places imaginable.
There was this silver BMW parked in the castle's garage. Faery Godmother Emma transformed the vehicle into a horse drawn carriage. The four interned mice turned into horse slaves with black ostrich plumes posing as tails inserted in their... cough... cough... took their places. The servants followed suit, their S&M patent leather masks gleaming under the artificial garage light.
Jesserella took his place in the carriage and bid Faery Godmother Emma goodbye. Before he could leave, the psionic magician said, "Don't forget! You have to be back by midnight sharp or the spell will be broken and everything will be as it was before. Now, go, and have a good time."
Jesserella's magic coach whisked him to the ball in no time. Everybody else drove, so his arrival by magic coach drew a crowd and qualified Jesserella for serious coolness. Everybody wanted a coach just like that.
Jesserella's heart began to beat faster as he could hear the music of the string quartet playing in the ballroom, dulcent tones wafting through the soft summer air.
Entering the ballroom, Jesserella's eyes filled with tears at the glorious spectacle of it all: a white marble floor contrasting with dozens of people of some kind of gender wearing lots of black leather and lots of shiny spikes. Jesserella had imagined such things, but the realization of his dreams was so much grander than he had hoped.
The music ceased. A blare of trumpets announced the arrival of King Mason and Frank Thorne. All turned to the top of the grand staircase, a curving, sweeping rococo extravaganza also in white marble. The crowd cheered as their host arrived.
King Mason, of course, was wearing black pinstripes; he owned nothing else. Ah, but Frank Thorne was wearing a skimpy little black leather thing and little else, except his Thorazine patch and a wide black collar with 2 inch spikes projecting from it. Attached to the collar was a stout chain, the other end of which was secured in Mason's gloved left hand. In his right, he held a Stunner, in case Thorne turned on him.
The pair swept down the grand staircase, Thorne straining at the leash, growling and snarling at the people below.
Once more, Jesserella's eyes filled with tears at the gloriousness of it all.
Suddenly, the roar of gas turbine engines distracted everyone. Even Thorne stopped snarling to look out through the open doors toward the torch-lit garden, in time to see the Flying Sow descend to a perfect landing, disturbing not a single rose petal.
Within moments, Stepdad Adam and Jesserella's evil stepsibs alighted from the Sow. The crowd pressed around them, to get a closer look at the craft and the very cool people who had arrived in it.
Now Jesserella's tears began to flow. His moment of High Coolness had lasted less than 10 minutes, and here he was outdone by his Evil Stepdad Adam!
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