A Life Discovered
Copyright© 2025/6 by Kevin Jay
Chapter 16: Sisters Doin’ It for Themselves
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 16: Sisters Doin’ It for Themselves - Rhys gets a bursary from a secretive organisation, which takes him to a foreign university and onto a course that will teach him magic. He doesn't know why, but on the way, he meets two special women, one with a mysterious background and the other a collared slave. Together, they start a new life and discover their destinies, and why so many people are interested in Rhys. Contains themes of polyamory, slavery, bondage, magic and, above all, how one plus one plus one can be more than three.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Fairy Tale BDSM DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Facial Oral Sex
The three lovers materialised in the bedroom in the Minshull Foundation’s safe house in Roligvan, just as they had the previous day. Jade went to find Oksana to let them know they were there, while Kat stayed with Rhys, still holding his hand.
She couldn’t get over how calm he was; how calm he’d been since the house fire in Solvstrom. It had been a nightmare - flames everywhere, smoke choking the air - and Rhys had just walked right through the middle of it to save a baby from the upper floor. He hadn’t even used a damp cloth over his face to shield it from the smoke, let alone any real protection from the heat. None of them knew it yet - not even Rhys - but his natural magic had been shielding him the whole time. He’d acted on pure instinct, and then, after getting the baby out, he’d gone back in and just ... extinguished the fire. Kat hoped she and Jade could help him figure out how he’d actually done it.
Kat was a healer, not a therapist, but she knew that sort of experience should have affected him. She’d expected Rhys to be shaking, or at least on edge, once the adrenaline finally wore off, but he seemed fine - maybe too fine. She decided she’d keep a close eye on him for the rest of the day.
Jade returned and waved them out of the bedroom and into the corridor. Oksana was already waiting for them, and they greeted her warmly. Jade, Rhys and Kat spent a minute or two debating whether to leave their bags at the house or just lug them through town. Eventually, they decided to take everything along, figuring it’d be easier to just head straight back to Chatamor once they were finished. Oksana locked the heavy front door behind them as they left.
It was about a thirty-minute walk to the Government Quarter, following the same route as yesterday. They moved quickly, though the luggage slowed them down a little. They walked through the quiet streets until they found a bench in one of the little squares, and Kat and Rhys sat with the bags while Jade headed into the Department of Overseas Relations.
Jade showed her diplomatic papers to the guard at the gate. This time, she was on the list of expected visitors, so she was let through to the reception hall pretty quickly. She told the receptionist she was there to see Gustav Silfverstolpe and was asked to take a seat.
For about fifteen minutes, Jade sat on a hard plastic chair, chatting mentally with Kat and Rhys. They were enjoying the park; it was noisier than Solvstrom, but still peaceful compared to the rest of Roligvan or the chaos of Chatamor. Eventually, a young man came through the security gates and headed for the receptionist, who pointed Jade out to him.
He walked over to Jade, asked for her papers, checked them over, and led her back through the turnstiles, showing his pass to the unseen operator. He guided her through a few corridors and into a conference room with a round table and four fancy wooden chairs. He gestured for her to sit and then stood by the door, watching her.
A few minutes later, three other people walked in. One of them was carrying a message cylinder. The young man bowed and slipped out, closing the door behind him. Jade recognised Gustav immediately; he smiled at her and took a seat.
One of the three newcomers was a woman who walked up to Jade and hugged her. “Charlotte,” the woman said, “it’s so good to see you again. I’ve been following your reports, and I’m just so relieved you survived that shipwreck.” Jade held her shoulders, gently breaking the hug. “Baroness Nattstierne,” she said, smiling. “It’s good to see you too.”
“My dear, please, no formality!” the Baroness insisted. “Call me Sylvi, like you always have!”
“In that case,” Jade replied, “call me Jade.”
Sylvi put a hand to her mouth in embarrassment. “Oh, forgive me! I forgot that’s the name you use now. I’m so sorry!”
Gustav cleared his throat politely, and the women sat down. “May I introduce His Excellency Jalmari Rautio,” Gustav began, “head of our Reiland team here in the DoOR.”
Jalmari waved him off with a laugh. “Gustav! No need for the formal titles in every single meeting!” He turned to Jade. “Please, call me Jalmari. And I can call you ... Jade?”
“Yes, Jalmari. Jade is fine,” she said.
“Well, Jade,” Jalmari continued, “I read Richard Spencer’s letter. Could you tell me in your own words what happened when you tried to present your credentials to the Reiland government?”
“To cut a long story short,” Jade said, “I went into their Department of Foreign Affairs with Femke Janssen - my boss at the Embassy - and we met with a junior sub-undersecretary named Kaspars Ozols. He was processing my credentials, as you’d expect, but there was this other guy in the corner. He was just hunched over with his eyes closed, looking like he was concentrating really hard on something.” She paused. “The Minshull Foundation gave me two stones that I had made into a ring.” She held up her right hand to show them. “The ring started getting hot, so I moved my left hand over to it. As soon as I touched the ring, my whole body tensed up for a split second, then snapped back. I looked over at the man in the corner: he jumped at exactly the same time, then he just stood up and hurried out of the room.”
She took a few breaths before going on. “It was all weird, but the weirdest part was that neither Kaspars nor Femke mentioned him. They didn’t acknowledge his reaction or that he had just bolted. It made me think back to when I met with Femke at the embassy earlier that day. I was pitching some ideas for cultural outreach, and she just shut them down, saying the Embassy had ‘boundaries’—though she couldn’t actually explain what those boundaries were when I asked.”
“Anyway, changing the subject for a second, I’m close friends with a healer; she’s descended from a famous healer from back in the day. We think she inherited the healing ‘talent’ from him.” She made quick air quotes with her fingers. “She’s been treating a patient whose mind had been ... well, altered. To make her a sex slave.” She paused, letting that sink in as the three other people in the room looked shocked. “She’s making good progress,” Jade added, “but the patient isn’t out of the woods yet.”
“Maybe I’m just seeing patterns where there aren’t any, but it does feel like the Reiland government has been ‘getting at’ some of our diplomats. The whole thing feels too weird to be anything else.” She paused, glancing over at the others, who all looked like they were lost in their own thoughts.
“We read Richard’s letter,” Jalmari said slowly, “but we wanted to hear it from you too. Richard believes you and agrees with your take. The problem is, we don’t know who else has been ‘got at,’ which means we don’t know who in the embassy we can actually trust. Richard suggested that you and your friend ... Katarina?” Jade nodded. “Right. He suggested you and Katarina be authorised to gather some evidence so we know what we’re dealing with. We agree.”
“So, we’ve named Katarina a ‘cultural adviser.’ Since she’s a Reiland citizen, we can’t give her an actual diplomatic role, but this gets her through the doors of the embassy as long as you’re accompanying her. We need you to figure out if we actually have a problem and how bad it is. Specifically, try to cover as much ground as possible and see if any of the diplomatic staff have traces of corrupting magic in their heads. Once you’ve reached a conclusion, come to see us in person. Don’t write this time - just show up and bring Katarina with you.”
Jalmari picked up the message cylinder. “This is a reply for Richard, but there are some other documents in here too, including Katarina’s letter of appointment. Since it’s not an official diplomatic role, you don’t need to register it with the Reiland government or have her visit any of their offices. Don’t mention this mission to anyone at the embassy, even the people you’re sure are clean. If anyone gives you trouble, tell Richard.
“One last thing - thanks for bringing your suspicions to us. And as always, we’re grateful for the Minshull Foundation’s help. Our work here in the DoOR’s Reiland team would be a lot harder without them.”
With that, the meeting wrapped up. They all shook hands, Jade took the cylinder, and Gustav walked her back to the lobby. After mentally letting Rhys and Kat know she was on her way, Jade stepped outside to meet them.
“We need to find somewhere a bit more private,” Jade whispered, though the three of them had already pulled apart from a quick hug and started moving. They needed to find somewhere away from public view to start the jump back to Reiland. As they walked, Jade told them everything that had happened at the Department of Overseas Relations. Even though Kat and Rhys had already picked up the gist of the meeting through their mental link, they wanted to hear her tell it in her own words.
The Government Quarter wasn’t designed for privacy; it was all open lines of sight and security patrols, so they just kept walking. Ten minutes later, they hit a wide main road lined with impressive three- and four-storey office buildings - the kind of places where organisations paid a premium just to be within walking distance of the Seibjerg government. A few expensive-looking hotels were tucked in between the offices, and the street was packed with double-decker horse-drawn omnibuses shuttling people across the city.
Kat’s head snapped up. She tilted it slowly from side to side, sniffing the air. “I smell food,” she said. “Do we have time for a quick snack before we leave?”
Jade and Rhys just smiled and nodded. Kat led them down a side street and into a small, paved square. It was an area packed with office workers, and while the lunch rush had long since passed, most of the street-food stalls were still open for people grabbing something on their way home. Kat wandered through the crowd, scanning the options, until she stopped at a stall where a pot of oil was bubbling on a portable stove. Next to the stove sat a tray of small, floured bread rolls.
The vendor noticed her staring and stepped forward. “What are those?” Kat asked.
“Sweet rolls,” the woman explained. “Plain, or filled with honey, jam, or cream. These are just for show, but I can make you some fresh ones right now.”
Kat was intrigued. “One of each, please.”
The vendor moved to a table at the back of the stall and pulled a cloth off a tray of raw dough, beside which were three oversized glass syringes. She dropped four balls of dough into the hot oil, swirling them around with a slotted spoon. After a few minutes, she fished them out and set them on a wire rack to drain and cool.
Once they were ready, she dusted them with sugar and used the syringes to pump the fillings into three of them, leaving the fourth one plain. She slid each roll into a small paper bag and handed them over to Kat.
Jade, Rhys, and Kat each took one, and Kat tucked the last one into her shopping bag “for later.” They were delicious. As she ate, Kat decided she’d have to show the plain one to Mrs Shaw, the cook back at their house in Chatamor, to see if she could figure out how to make them.
Jade had spotted a narrow alley running behind the office buildings, cluttered with piles of rubbish that the vendors had set aside for pickup. They slipped into the alley, found a spot well hidden from view, held hands, closed their eyes, and vanished.
–oOo–
They reappeared back in Jade’s old bedroom at Richard Spencer’s house. While Kat and Rhys flopped onto the bed and waited with their eyes closed, Jade grabbed the message cylinder and went to see if he was around. She wasn’t gone long. Sarah, Richard’s wife, told her he wasn’t home. Sarah offered to take the cylinder for him, but Jade declined; she wanted to explain Jalmari’s words to Richard herself.
Normally, they would’ve just caught a taxi back to Rowan Tree Road, but Rhys was running on empty. Kat and Rhys climbed off the bed, the three of them linked hands, and disappeared.
–oOo–
The moment they arrived back at Rowan Tree Road, right outside their basement door where no one could see them, all three of them felt it. The vibe was off - everything just felt heavier, more depressing than Roligvan. The grey skies and the drizzle didn’t help, but it was the smell that really hit them. This part of the city stank; they’d never noticed it before because they hadn’t just come from somewhere so clean. Compared to Roligvan, the air was foul; compared to Solvstrom, it was a different world entirely.
Rhys unlocked the front door, and they headed inside, nearly bumping into Clara, the parlour maid, as she came out of the dining room. She started to apologise for not being at the door to greet them, but Jade cut her off, telling her it wasn’t a problem. They didn’t expect to have to knock on their own door, and they certainly didn’t expect Clara to spend her entire day standing in the hallway waiting for someone to call.
Clara did help them lug their suitcase and bags up to the bedroom, though. They hadn’t actually used any of the spare clothes they’d packed, since they’d spent the previous night in the outfits provided by the magical cottage. Surprisingly, Rhys’s clothes didn’t even smell like smoke from the house fire - which was also something they’d need to figure out later.
“You’ve got a few parcels waiting in the dressing room,” Clara told Rhys. He just smiled - he had a pretty good idea of what was inside them - and headed in to find them. Meanwhile, Kat took the fried bread roll she’d brought from Roligvan down to the kitchen to see if Mrs Shaw or Nell, the kitchen maid, were still around. Jade gave a little smile of her own and stepped through the connecting door into the old bedroom, which they now called the “play room.”
Anderton, her friend and a talented boatwright and carpenter, had been busy. A few days back, he and Jade had spent the morning poring over her plans for the space, and he’d spent the last few days building and installing everything by hand. She walked around the room, trailing her fingers over the new fixtures with a sense of quiet awe.