I had finished writing to Blue Diamond's Pearl, having updated her on my life, which didn't bring much news either. I told her about going to see Goshenite and running into the other pink Pearl, and towards the end of it, I couldn't help but ask if rumors about Morganite circled around Blue's court. I doubted there were, as her gems were unlikely to see her, but it seemed worth inquiry. Maybe someone there did know, or at least suspected, or even gossiped.
Days after I had written the note, I wore its contents upon my skin, so worried of My Lady bumping into me that I must have thickened the braille on my arms and legs. I hoped so intensely she wouldn't touch me that I'm sure I made it easier to read.
If she did catch onto my gossiping, she didn't let on that she knew. We acted normally, as she prepared and went to work, and I read, occasionally cleaned, and read more. My Lady would greet me, but didn't mention my trash-talking, nor bringing up the perverse deal we hadn't yet agreed to. Even when she left, I could feel that out-of-place hole leering at me from across the main room, practically peering under my skirts and soaking in masturbation.
I moved behind the closed doors of the library, until Morganite came back and I greeted her.
One rotation she returned and set herself upon the fainting couch, lying flat and face down. Before any greetings transpired between us, she called me.
"Pearl, would you call Jasper? I think I feel a vision coming on."
That wasn't how it worked. The visions would take her like a tidal wave and never left room for discussion. They would lay her out, spasming and kicking without debate, but I hurried to the office anyway and called Jasper. She gave me her normal response of, "Understood. I'm on my way," and I remained in that room, more glared at than ever by that loud little hole, calling me to stare at what should have been My Lady's undulating corpse.
But she wasn't undulating. She barely moved, just as still as when she lay down and in the same place. A quick rage broke inside me like the snapping of a pipe, and in no time, the door opened and Jasper made her way inside.
She stopped however, a short distance from the couch, and at the sound of her halting I went and watched to find her crossing her arms.
"Morganite," by her tone, she must have come to the same conclusion I had. "Don't call me unless you're actually having a vision," and then she turned to leave.
"Wait!" My Lady sat up at the edge of the couch, hair messy and loose around her face. Her skirt tugging in places from the sudden change in poses, she looked desperate and dramatic, like a woman in a painting, begging.
"I was about to go on a mission." Jasper actually did turn, one foot toward the door and the other to Morganite. "I can't be here whenever you want me to be. The least you could do is take this seriously." She turned again and elicited an immediate plea.
"You can't leave now! It will look suspicious if you dash back out, just like that."
Jasper actually glared at her, and her jaw worked with unspoken admonitions that flared and died within her mouth. Grinding their bodies to chalk between her teeth, she scowled and said, "Then what do you want me to do?"
"Well, you could stay here and chat with me, since you're already here."
I feared for My Lady's life. Maybe that was ridiculous, as Jasper wouldn't really kill her, but at that moment, she looked ready to break her into pieces. The wild thing was that Morganite remained calm. Untensing her legs, she sat normally, blinking her flirty lashes once or twice, and leaned against the back cushion of the couch.
"You can punish me, if you want." She adjusted her skirts and brushed out the wrinkles. "I don't need to touch you to know you want to, Jasper, and I agree. I think I could use a good spanking." Her fingers began gathering up the expanses of her dress, exposing her naked legs like a curtain rising. "Why don't you spank me once for every minute of yours I've wasted? When I'm sitting in my office tomorrow, I'll remember the naughty thing I did and I'll never, ever do it again. At least not until I need another spanking," she winked and even I wanted to hit her.
Jasper probably did too, because she had turned toward her, breath hitching. She had become like a creature poised to attack, tear one of those arms off and leave a pink splatter where Morganite used to sit.
"Come on," she said, and lowered herself onto her hands and knees. Still upon the couch, she had faced her naked bottom toward Jasper, probably having removed her undergarments before her arrival. I caught sight of her vagina, slick, and she playfully shook her ass. "Spank me. Bite me. Fuck me up. Look at how badly I want you to tear this pussy apart."
For a moment, Jasper stood in place, debating. I don't know the protocols acting over her, but harming Morganite was safely against them. Still, her body tensed with something violent, something feral, and she went to the couch and took Morganite onto her lap.
The ease with which Jasper picked her up caused my stomach to wrinkle, and the moments before the first hit passed slowly. One enormous arm wrapped around Morganite's stomach to keep her from moving, as the other lifted and hesitated in the air, as if remembering whose pink ass it would swat.
But Morganite squirmed and accused, "Come on, you bitch. I know how much you want to do it. I can feel it in your fucking blood. Hit me."
Still, Jasper's arm hovered like the blade of a guillotine, seconds before a beheading. Her eyes gleamed in much the same way, and just as Morganite opened her mouth to offer more encouragement, Jasper spanked her.
The force moved through My Lady's body like an earthquake, shaking her from ass to forehead and popping her rosy skin pinker. Even after the first hit, Jasper didn't stop. Like a force unleashed, she slapped My Lady again and again, causing her to squeal each time, both playful and responsive to what must have been painful.
"Reprimand me!" Morganite yelled between claps, loud as thunder. "I know you want to!"
For that, Jasper smacked her extra hard. "Don't waste my time and don't tell me how to spank you!" Another clap. "You're spoiled even when you're getting punished! Just shut up and take it!"
Obediently, Morganite shut her mouth. To keep from crying, she bit down on her bottom lip while Jasper rattled her teeth and took her flesh from dark pink to red to purple. I wondered if she had begun to bleed, as the force could easily burst open her skin. I had lost count, but she seemed to endure thirty smacks from Jasper's paddle of a hand, and lay upon her lap afterward, exhausted.
Jasper looked over her work. Gently, ironically, she smoothed her hands over Morganite's back and hips, around the skin she had turned raw. She took care to keep from touching it directly, but looked it over like some prized, expensive fruit, and wasted little time cramming two entire fingers inside of her.
Morganite came alive in response, and from my spot on the office floor, I could see why. Usually, Jasper would only use one finger, and with two, she had stretched her open as wide as she would go. Her vagina looked strained, stuffed absolutely full and brimming, ready to push those fingers out, but having no choice but to accept them. She winced, but with the dropped brows of a coming orgasm as Jasper shoved her knuckles in deeper, removed them, and stabbed them inside again. Morganite cried and gripped the couch cushions as Jasper's fingers came out soaked.
"Are you going to call me again when nothing's wrong?"
My Lady deepthroated a scream. "No—I promise—"
"That's right, you spoiled whore—" Jasper grasped both of her wrists inside her free hand and lifted her, causing her to dangle upright, facing towards the office door. Where her legs would have stood, they hung freely, and I received a frontward view of My Lady's vagina, torn open by Jasper's fingers as they plunged inside.
Eventually, her skirts fell forward from the force, and like a frilly curtain, censored the cruelty between her legs. Jasper actually stopped and ripped her fingers out. She used both her hands to tear the gown to stardust, leaving Morganite's tits free and pussy wide open as they recommenced. I saw a bit of blood slicked and distributed equally on both Jasper's fingers, which she continued ramming into the hilt, restraining My Lady's arms, and biting into her shoulder.
At that point, I had made a wet spot on the floor that I could feel soaking into my panties, under which I had rubbed raw. I'm not proud of that, nor am I proud that I kept playing with myself as Jasper continued to tear up her skin with merciless teeth, sucked and bit at her nipples until they had turned purple, left bites along her thighs where no one would see beneath her clothes, but Morganite and I would know all about them. I kept rubbing and watching as Jasper forcefully inserted fingers into Morganite's mouth, and ass, and kept rubbing as she choked.
When enough time had finally passed, Jasper set My Lady upon the sofa, and with wet and bloodied fingers fixed her tangled hair. She paused, looking over her work. Even at that angle, I could see a wet spot between her legs.
Morganite reached over and held Jasper's pinky, not aiming for any digit in particular.
"I have to go." Some gentleness had returned to Jasper's voice, and with one of those big hands, she touched My Lady's forehead, "I'll see you next time."
"Okay," came the hardly conscious reply. "See you next time."
Just like that, they shared a brief kiss and Jasper left, lingering in the doorway and looking back at My Lady, but only for a moment before going.
I stood and dusted myself off, thighs sticking together, and waited for her to call me. Where her voice usually followed Jasper leaving, however, resided a long silence where I didn't even hear her shift. I looked into the main room through the hole and saw her lying there, mostly unconscious, so I quietly opened the office door and slipped outside.
Not far away from her, I couldn't help but stare. Morganite had her legs open to me, thighs thoroughly soaked, but her lips were reddened with deep raspberry blood, smeared on like sloppily applied make-up. I glanced at the rest of her as well, skin torn and missing chunks where Jasper had bitten, but only in places her clothing would cover. Her bodyguard had at least been careful of that. Morganite's breasts looked swollen, her stomach bruised with harsh love bites and her ass bright red.
She opened her eyes just as I tried to keep moving.
"Pearl—" Her voice cracked, tired and weepy, followed by a cough. "Can you bring me a blanket?"
I wasn't sure if she saw me. Independent of anything else, she stretched out a leg.
"Yes, Ma'am," I said, and went to our little closet of supplies, tearing down the blanket on the upper shelf. Why she didn't dress herself I didn't understand, but I suspect she liked being naked, and thus relished the aftermath of the horror show I had witnessed.
I set the thick pile of fabric at her feet and tried to walk away, but she called me again.
"Pearl—" There were tears in her eyes. "Did you watch?"
I froze in place, trying to will away the fluid dripping out of me, as if freezing would keep that area from being moist. What I received instead, however, was merely more heat. "Yes, Madame," my throat constricted. "I did."
Then, lazily, she opened her eyes, which fought past the lethargy, to look me right between the legs.
"Did you even enjoy that?" I couldn't stop myself. A lady might slap her Pearl for getting so mouthy, but she wasn't going to get up.
"Of course. Jasper enjoyed herself so I did too." Her words didn't come clearly. "Have you ever made love before, Pearl?"
I didn't answer her question. The venom dissolved my response anyway. Instead, I asked her, "Do you call that love-making?"
"Please don't be mad at me too. I'm so tired," she tucked a foot beneath the blanket, still folded up. "Will you tell me about Pink Diamond?"
"Is that why you did this?" My hair felt like it caught fire, curls burning away.
"You watched…" Despite my rage, Morganite was going to sleep.
She said nothing more as I stamped into the library and slammed the door. Nor did she say anything to the slam, and I pulled out my note to Blue Diamond's Pearl.
I wrote a paragraph at the bottom and ranted about what I had witnessed, about how I wished Morganite wouldn't play these games, and my annoyances at her being unconscious over something so stupid. The entire thing was stupid.
If anyone other than Blue Diamond's Pearl found this note, we would be in serious trouble, but I didn't care. I finished writing and stowed it away again, then fumed over pages of a book I ended up having to reread.
For her next shift, Morganite ran a little late. I hadn't bothered waking her up.
