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39475 No. 39475
Previous Thread: >>38360

[x] Play around a little. You’ve still got some frustration to work out on your would-be ‘lover.’
[x] Blast Mystia with your orgasm beam for so long, and make her cum so hard, that Mystia reaches a level of pleasure and ecstasy she never thought possible.
 - [x] Tell Mystia that we will never use the orgasm beam on her ever again unless she never tries to rape us ever again, and does whatever we say for the rest of her life.

You can’t help the evil twitch at the edge of your lips. You give Mystia’s leash a tug and she approaches, one timid step at a time. You lean in close, feeling her excited breath wash over you again. “Close your eyes.”

Her eyes flutter closed as she puckers her lips. You wait only a second before you bring the ball to her lips and press. Her brow furrows and her stubborn lips twitch. Her eyes open, questioning, or perhaps pleading. You push and for another rebellious moment she resists. Then she allows the ball to slide behind her lips and through her teeth until it hits her throat, stretching her jaw wide open to accommodate its sheer, curving girth.

Satisfied, you step around her and pull at the straps, buckling it tight against her head.

You run your fingers across the rigid frame of her wings. She groans a quiet, muffled protest. You hum, rubbing the crescent depressions. No response. Your hand slides back up, out, and down, eliciting a shiver as you hit the base. You smile as your tone drops close to menacing. “Say, Mystia, did I ever tell you how I managed to satisfy Wriggle?”

“Hwogh…” She shivers.

You pull one hand back and slip a finger under her back strap, between her shoulder blades.

“Would you like to find out?”

She shudders and pauses, shuffling her thighs. She bows her head, small tremors running up and down her body. She nods. Your hands slide back up her wings, then clench around the crescent depressions, your fingers sinking into the smooth feathers.

“Good.” You reach around and grab the leash. Letting go of her wings, you step back toward the bed and give a hard tug. She flinches, then twists toward you, stumbling on her bound thighs. She wobbles and rights herself, swinging her hips to compensate for her tiny steps. You stop, the bed just behind you as you beckon her close.

You sit down, lifting Aya’s skirt to flash her your belt. The one she helped force you into, even if you’ve since found a use for it. She leans forward, muffled, gurgling pants eking past the red ball in her jaw. You slide a leg over her shoulder, pulling her close. Then plant a bare foot against her face.

She takes a long, loud sniff. Her eyelids slide down as she lets out a long and happy, but muted sigh.

You throw your leg off and give her face a light kick, pushing her off your foot. You stand, yanking her back by her leash. She stops, teetering a hair’s breadth from your body.

“A-anyway. That’s one of the things she made me do.” You shudder. “Maybe I’ll show you the other one later.” She’d probably enjoy that as well.

You wrap your hands around her back, pulling her into a hug. She yelps as you kiss the hard ball between her lips. You reach down, giving her ass a light swat. She rewards you with another yelp.

You step aside, slipping under and around her wings to grab her ass. You give it a squeeze, eliciting a garbled moan. You give her ass a light smack. Then raise your hand high and spank her so hard her knees bump into the edge of the bed.

Her wings flutter in panic, long flight feathers slapping you and buffeting you back. In response, you run a hand up her corset and shove her into the sheets.

You crash a hand across her ass, cheeks bouncing against your palm. She wiggles. You spank her again. She squirms. Another slap.

You rain blow after blow on her bouncing bubble ass, alternating hands until she stops squirming. Finally, your hands stinging from the assault, you rub her reddened ass.

“I still don’t remember how we first met, you know. Not all of it anyway.”

You grab beneath her gut and push, bunching her wings beneath her as she rolls over. Twitching eyes greet you as her obscene tits side back into view.

You climb up, plopping your ass on her lap and pushing her down. You plant your hands on her heavy breasts, pressing and rolling them around. She closes her eyes, an almost serene expression dirtying her face.

You push her fowl tits back, grinding into them. She wiggles and blushes. You let go.

“You cornered me in the woods, correct?”

“Ghgfh nh-”

“Yes or no.”

She winces but gives you a slow nod.

“Did I ask you to leave?”

She nods. You squeeze her fowl tits.

“Did you?”

She shakes her head.

“Did I try to leave?”

She nods.

“Did you let me?”

She shakes her head.

You lean close, breathing down her nose. “Do you see why I might have felt a little worried? Why I might have caved, just to get away?”

She lets out a muffled whimper.

“And I’m sure you had a great reason for kidnapping me when your first attempt failed.”

She stares you dead in the eyes and nods.

“And leaving me with Wriggle just for her help. And threatening to sic her on me if I didn’t behave.”

She looks away.

“And forcing… no, raping me when that didn’t work.”

She squirms under you. You sigh, slide back, and lean down. You lick her now soft nipple.

She twitches. You kiss it, sending a shiver down her body. Predictable.

You unzip her crotch strap, sliding a finger in her hot, moist pussy. She moans.

You pull your finger out, flicking her juices off, and bite down, sinking your teeth into her areola. She squeals.

You sink deep but stop short of breaking her surprisingly tough skin. You pull up and shoot a hand out.

You clench her cheeks. “If you ever pull that again, we’re done.”

Her wings curl against her body. She looks away, blinking fast. She nods.

You take a deep breath. “Now that we’ve cleared that up, let’s talk about your future. You still want to show your face around me. Not just right now, but in the future.”

She peeks back at you but doesn’t otherwise move.

“You want me not to try to forget you even exist. Or to leave behind the hell you gave me. Is that about right?”

She sniffles and blinks. And nods.

“You know what?”

She peeks up. You groan. “I’ve been thinking. You’re right. I need someone to watch my back. And right now, a rapist is the only option I have.”

She flinches again. Her eyes widen, wet but hopeful, and her wings unfurl.

“It’s a long shot, but…” you wrap your fingers around her thick, hard nipples, “if you behave, maybe we can work something out. Besides,” you settle her with another glare, “I never did get a chance to express to any of you just how I felt about your abuses.”

Your fingers jerk, twisting her nipples as far as they’ll go. She groans, her hands sprawling open in a vain attempt to do something. You hold her there for a few moments, lifting her a hair by her breasts. You then let go. She drops, panting through her nose.

You pat her breasts. Then turn around. You rub the edge of her slit, wetting your fingers.

You take a deep breath and press a finger inside her tight folds and feel for your power. Still there.

You pull it together, gathering it near your core. Your body protests, but you shove its relentless whining aside. You’ll rest once you know you have this bird wrapped around your finger. Once you know you’re safe around her. The energy still slips and fades, but less than it once did, allowing you to concentrate it faster and stronger than before.

Yet still you wait. Your chest soon throbs and your head pounds, but you keep at it. Your whole body starts to vibrate, but you hold it in just a little longer.

Your limbs soon grow cold and numb. Taking a breath, you plant your palm to her open pussy and fire.

Raw lust blasts out and into her pussy, splashing back out in heavy, cascading waves and bathing the room in a deep, blinding pink. She screams and a goes rigid, but you continue to fire. Soon the lust saturates the air, rippling through you with its revolting taint. Mystia bucks, throwing you off just as it peters out.

You tumble over her wing to the sheets beside her as she spasm and twists, now moaning, voice hoarse.

Shivering, you push yourself up, only to tumble back down. Your limbs shake like wet noodles as you take in erratic, gasping breaths. Mystia’s stomach undulates as her scream stutters off. Arching as high as her corset allows, she twitches and spasms, her body going rigid again.

Waiting a moment for the shaking to die down, you crawl back around her wings. Step by shaking step, you pull yourself back over her body until your quaking hands hold you over her bulbous breasts.

“If-” you take a breath. “If you ever want to feel like that again, you will do everything I say. You will refrain from doing anything I don’t approve of. Do you understand?”

You then notice her glazed-over eyes. Erratic gasps burst from behind her fat gag. Shit. Your arms give out and your head crashes into those filthy breasts. Sight, sound, and smell bleed into the ether.

--------------------

A faint impression of soft blue.

“The door’s still there, but I do think I know where it came from.” A familiar voice from a strange place. Makes you think of round fluffy things. “Proud old lady with some dirty habits, but I think we can keep her out for a while. Hmm?” A pause. “Oh, my. I’d be very careful abo…”

--------------------

You wake atop the soft, smooth, soaked flesh of Mystia’s bust. She pants and moans. Coarse metal scrapes together as she squeezes her legs. She twists beneath you, her eyes moist and pleading. Her hands, still shackled to her sides, clench and release. The fat crimson ball still stretches her lips back and garbles her pleas into incoherence. Her sweat seeps into the bed beneath her.

Your own body still tingles. You doubt you’ll use any magic soon.

You run a hand down her twitching arm. “Did that feel good?”

She nods, feverishly.

“And do you want to ever feel that again?”

She nods again, gasping.

“Then you’ll do everything I say, no matter how frustrated or horny you get?”

A spasm rocks her body. She sucks in a breath through her nose. She nods.

You pat her belly. “How did Wriggle put it? Oh yes. ‘Good girl.’”

You sigh, then reach around her head and unlock her gag. Gently, you pull it back.

She looks to you, biting her lip. She jerks her elbows and squeezes her legs.

You sigh. “Spit it out.”

She inhales. “Promise…” she pants, “not… mad?”

“Sure.”

She winces. “Please. P-please. Touch… me. Or-or… f-u-uck. Me.”

She twists, squeezing her legs again.

A door opens. You turn and sit up, finding the distant, silver door open and a pair of willowy woman in plain yellow dresses approach, lips tight. Long but well-trimmed, golden blonde hair obscures their eyes and descends behind them, past their knees. A simple, plush black hat sits atop each head.

They stop, one at each side, just before the bed.

“Name, intruder.” An airy, almost ringing voice.

You turn to Mystia and back. “I’m Naoko. A… An acquaintance, I guess, sent me through. You’re not going to…”

They exchange a glance.

“Naoko Honda.”

“Yes?”

“Come with us.” The other one this time. Her voice is also airy, but quite a bit heavier. Something about it sounds off.

Mystia groans. “Could this wait a minute or two?”

“No. Come with us, Ms. Honda.”

“You’re just going to leave Mystia here?”

“She may follow. Now please, come.”

Mystia twists and shakes beneath you. “Hey! W-hat- do… to her?”

“She must be tested to remain here. Punctuality is highly recommended.”

Mystia hisses. “Why…” She pants. “Not just… a- inter… view?”

The figures pause, glancing to one another again.

The first speaks. “That may be… tolerable. You may request an audience with either the leaf or the stem, though one or both may not be available at this moment. Your fate will be left in our hands if they’re not.”

“Leaf? Stem? Who are these people?”

“You will see, should they appear.”

“And this test?”

“We must determine your aptitude, of course. Me must see if you’re worthy of our lady’s presence.”

You turn back to Mystia, mouthing ‘did you…’

She shakes her head.

--------------------

[x] Take the test.

[x] Attend to Mystia first.

[x] Demand an Audience.
 [x] The stem.
 [x] The leaf.

[x] Write-in.
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[x] Enthusiastic yes.

[x] Straight to that sorceress’s estate.

You throw your arms around her, pulling her into a hug. “You were great. Thank you so much.”

“O-oh.” She chuckles, audibly embarrassed. She pushes you back.

Blushing, she gives you a firm nod. “You’re… you’re safe with me.” She clears her throat. “A-anyway, where did you want to go?”

You hold your book up, glancing through its binding. ‘Linking Compendium,’ it says.

“The Scarlet Devil Mansion. I need to return this.”

She swallows. “Very well. Let us depart.” She glances left and right, then swerves behind you and shoots forward. You roll, twisting around to follow.

You soar after her, pushing hard and straining to maintain direction through the crushing wind. A sea of trees, interspersed by thin roads, jets backward behind you.

But Youmu just flies further ahead.

You push yourself further, tilting under the air’s overwhelming weight, but only slow the rate at which Youmu gains on you.

She glances back, slowing on her own.

You relax, regaining control as you catch up. A beaming smile twitches on and off her face as she offers you a hand.

She pulls you close and takes off again. Sprawling forests give way to a wide lake coated in a thin fog. The distant sound of giggles and squeals rings through the air as small, scattered lights dance near the water’s surface.

More fairies. You nudge Youmu. She gives you a quick glance before veering off to the side. She keeps near the shoreline as she flies around, banking slowly toward a great red mansion in the distance.

Small lights rip out from the lake surface, hurtling toward you. In a moment of panic, you kick off away from Youmu, wobbling to avoid it as the next barrage fires. Small, muffles giggles and squeals float through the foggy air as you duck under the oncoming bullets.

Youmu grabs your wrist and rockets forward, soon clearing the mist to find a wide gate made of elaborate, flowing shapes in black iron. You see a manicured courtyard through the gate with trimmed rosebushes flanking a flagstone path.

The shots fade off as you descend. With cool grass under your feet, you glance back to the find a dearth of fairy fire. You turn back to the gate, hoping to see what intimidated them.

A tall, busty woman leans against the wall, her stark red mane descending to her knees with neatly-trimmed bangs blowing across her closed eyes.

You glance back, finding no hint of oncoming bullets. But as you return to the guard, you overhear hushed voices somewhere behind you.

Youmu walks close to the guard as you approach the gate. You poke at it, feeling some give. You push, pressing your body in to overcome the metal’s weight. It swings open without further resistance.

The voices creep closer. You spin around, finding only lapping waves and blurry, grey mist.

You step backward toward the gate. Youmu flicks her gaze to you and steps away from the guard.

You step behind the walls. Youmu moves to follow you.

The gatekeeper snatches her arm. Youmu freezes.

“You’re not invited.”

Her legs twitch. “I- I’m with her. I-I’m her guardian.” The sudden timidity in her voice catches you off guard.

The gatekeeper lets go and reaches her arms out, yawning as she stretches. She turns to face you, smiling. “Orders are orders. She can’t just enter the lady’s grounds.”

Youmu twists to face her, fingering her blades as she lowers her stance. “You mean to bar us entry?”

The gatekeeper waves, returning to Youmu. “No, no, no. She,” she points to you, “can enter. You can’t.”

The gatekeeper drops into a ready stance herself, fist readied.

Youmu grips the handle for her longer sword. “Very well.”

She lunges forward, narrowly missing as the guard leaps aside. Rainbow lights pelt into the ground as you take another couple steps back.

More lights appear over the lake as a new fairy, green-haired with a distinctive sideways ponytail, locks eyes with you from the mist.

Youmu and the guard have now moved away from the gate. Which allows her to just float forward.

You take a few more steps backward. She floats through the open gate.

You pause, holding your breath. She stops.

You slide one foot back. She floats forward.

You turn and leap into the air, hurtling yourself through the air, over orange flagstones, toward the front door.

You veer to the right to avoid a grand fountain, tiny droplets of water splashing you. You slow, twisting yourself around to reorient back left toward the mansion door, and launch forward again. As it approaches, you drop back to the ground, skidding across stone as you latch onto one handle.

Gripping tight, you drag the wide, heavy door back and duck inside. You take one last glance outside to the fairy racing forward. Twisting around the door, you shove it closed once more.

Fumbling at the handle, you find a bolt and shove it through its housing to seal the door shut.

You collapse, resting your tired, sweating body against the heavy oak.

Bright light from tall windows shine on the ground of hallways extending out to your right and left, with a semi-circle of wide, curving staircases up ahead. Despite a pair of tall, arched windows flanking the door behind you, little light reaches the plush red rug before you, which extends into a hallway running underneath the stairs.

Another rug graces the floor of each side hallway, atop a wide floor of black and white, marbled tiles. Tiles polished to a brilliant shine.

You turn around and lean forward, peeking out of the left window. The fairy floats away, wings drooping, as more lights burst and pop outside the walls. You’re safe.

Then small, squeaky whispers float on the air from behind you. You whip around, catching a flutter from the hallway above.

You extend one hand out, your chest warming and thrumming.

A hint of dark purple flashes through the very edge of your vision.

You flick your gaze from the side halls, to the passage under the stairs, to the horizontal hall above them.

A muffled whimper to your left. You lurch around, warming up a shot.

Silence.

You step backward, flicking your gaze back to the upper hall.

Nothing.

You glance back at the window, now angled too severely to see the fight through.

It’s fine. She’ll win and have your back again. In the meantime, you need to…

“You’re the familiar, aren’t you?”

Air wheezes through your throat as force your body to move. Turning around, you find an aqua bowl-cut staring back at you, bangs too long and thick to see her eyes through. She seems rather tall for a fairy, but she’s got the usual gossamer wings.

She tugs at the rumpled sleeves of her French maid outfit. French maids. Was it a fairy that introduced you to that idea, or a youkai in the village?

At the light din of a thousand shuffles, you scan the room again to find numerous heads and wings poking out from the railing and nearby doors. All wearing the same sort of dress.

Not as neatly as the girl before you, though.

You take a deep breath, holding the book close to your chest. “I need to speak with Ms. Patchouli. Do you know where she is?”

A chorus of ‘ooh’s ripples through the crowding fairies.

“She’s in the library!”

“It’s up here and to the left!”

“No. under the stairs and to the right!”

“No, it’s down this hall and through the kitchen!”

A whack.

“That’s not where the kitchen is!”

That last two came from behind the stairs.

The fairy in front of you flicks her head to the peanut gallery above. “Shouldn’t we let, uh, Remi know first?”

“Shh! She’ll punish you if she hears you called her that.” A fairy with a black bun leans over the railing. “Besides, she’ll interrupt our fun.”

Fairies crowd the stairs and the side halls, but you don’t see any under the stairs. Quietly, you shift your feet and warm your core, readying yourself to sprint. If needed.

You clear your throat and put on the heaviest tone you have. “I’m only here for the library.”

Another chorus of ‘ooh’s follow, accompanied by scattered ‘ah’s.

A small body thuds into your back, dropping you to your knees. Then the stampede follows.

You hurl yourself to the side, sprinting for the door. A wall of fairies drops from the stairs, blocking your path. You spin around, finding yourself surrounded. Mixed clusters even hover in the air above you.

Someone pokes your thigh. You whip around, lighting up your hand and aiming it out. Small giggles erupt behind you as the fairies in front exchange glances. A year ago, you knew how to deal with these creatures. They were pushy, obnoxious, and everywhere. But they were also predictable. Kind of.

A fairy always liked sweets and wanted to make mischief. Horny fairies could be stunningly erratic.

A puff of air brushes your neck. You whirl back around.

Someone slaps your ass. You spin around again, firing a heart into the crowd. They dodge, a wave of eagerness rolling through them.

They’re just short of shooting at you now. Normally, that would be fine. Even you dealt with fairy bullets once or twice. But you have nowhere to dodge and no way to take them all out fast enough to clear a path.

There’s a yank on your dress and you feel the back of its skirt fluttering up, then back down over your ass.

There’s a high-pitched, squeaky wolf-whistle, accompanied by what sounds like stunned silence.

Your arms shake.

“That’s enough!” The bowl-cut shouts.

There’s a poke on your wrist. You twist to see the bowl cut pointing under the stairs. “Um, let’s go this-”

You feel a tug on the book. You grip it tight, but a second pair of hands joins in and together they rip it away from you.

“Hey! Give that back!” You turn and run after the offending fairies, only to get cut off by more crowding in front of you.

“What kind of panties are those?”

“Can I get some?”

“Are they weird like that in the front, too?”

The culprits disappear into a front hallway.

“Hey! What did you guys see?”

“Was it funny?”

“Was it hot?”

“It’s just a butth-”

“Enough.”

The fairies freeze. Then scatter. Bowl-cut waits a moment, rubbing her arm across her lips, then chases after them.

You turn to see a stern look on a lithe frame. A French maid dress, like the fairies, but no wings, a shorter skirt, and an almost oppressive air of no nonsense. Choppy, silver hair frames clear blue eyes with a pair of slender braids draped before each ear.

The woman blinks out of existence, reappearing right in front of you. She looks you up and down.

“Naoko Honda, welcome to the Scarlet Devil Mansion.” She offers a curt, shallow bow.

You bow back, a bit deeper.

“This way.” She gestures to the left flight of stairs. You step toward them.

She guides you around and up them, her hand gliding along the banister. “You have business with Lady Patchouli, I believe.”

You sigh. “I did.”

She does not respond to that as you reach the top. Instead, she turns and guides around the wall and down the hall.

In silence, she walks down the hall, passing dozens of doors before she reaches the corner, with the hall continuing to the right. She opens a door, ushering you into a small room with an elegant but slender table framed in silver and surrounded by a deep sofa, curving almost all the way around it.

She gestures toward it and you sit down at the left end. She disappears again, reappearing in the middle of the sofa, sitting to your left.

“We’ll recover the book soon.”

“But what if the thieves run away?”

Her eyes narrow, a thin smile creeping across her chin. “They won’t. Even Evette knows not to interfere with the mistress’s friend.”

“…me?”

She giggles, warm and almost dainty. “I’m afraid not.” She pauses. “The book will be recovered long before it leaves the grounds.”

“That’s it?”

She smiles a soft, kind smile. “That’s it.”

You rub your shoulder. The silk of your gloves feels odd on your bare skin.

“What sort of a person is she, anyway? Patchouli, I mean.”

“She’s a magician. She has a tendency toward tunnel vision and all but obsesses over knowledge. She spends too much of her time reading. Personally,” she leans toward you, lowering her voice, “I suspect she assigned herself that surname.”

“Surname?”

The woman blinks. “Knowledge.”

“Oh.”

“I suggest you visit her soon. We may have the book, but she’s the sort to want things done as soon as possible.”

“I see.”

And just like that, she vanishes again.

You sigh, staring down at your cup of warm tea.

You pause, staring into the liquid’s surface. This… wasn’t here before, was it?

You raise it to your lips, taking a light sip before you set it back down.

Its bitterness reminds you of the tea your father liked to brew. Only Youta ever liked it.

Your breath shakes for a moment.

You lean back, taking in the room. No fairies jostle in or outside, as far as you can tell, and warm sunlight bathes the whole room.

You take another sip, savoring the memory, if not the taste.

You glance outside. No lights flash around the gate or the lake beyond anymore. Either the fight ended, or it moved further away.

“Your companion will arrive soon.”

You startle, spinning back to find the maid standing in the doorway.

She vanishes again.

You’re left gaping and wondering what the hell was going on.

She reappears. “I would suggest you see the mistress soon, as well. She prefers to meddle with the visitors before anything else.”

She disappears. Again.

Bullets go off, echoing through the hallway. Bursts and pops follow. A very distinctive kind of pop.

Fairies are ‘dying.’ Idly, you wonder if they’ll reappear with the aprons still on, or if those need to be replaced each time they return.

Does this place even use the same fairies, or just grab whichever ones wander in or spawn nearby?

Footsteps pound down the hallway toward you until, with a click, the door swings open. Youmu pants, sweating, as she steps inside.

When did the door even close?

You smile. “Welcome back.”

Youmu straightens back up, almost standing at attention before she slides into the sofa in front of you.

She drops her head back, letting out a frustrated groan before looking down at the table. She picks up her own cup of tea.

You have no idea when that one appeared, either.

She takes a long slurp, gulping as she sets it back down.

“I’ve never fought such ill-mannered fairies before.” She sighs, glaring at the cup. “Such tasteless, perverse cretins.”

You chuckle, a moment of genuine mirth and empathy warming your chest. “They’re just the worst, aren’t they?”

“Yea, yea.” Youmu raises her cup. You raise your own and she clinks them together.

You take a sip. A purple glow fills the room. Youmu tilts her head as you squint to keep your eyes from burning.

Then it all turns red. Sharp, stabbing pains race up your arms and down your spine. Your cup flies from your hands as your vision goes dark. Muscles twist and spasm, then freeze.

For a short, black moment, your throat seizes and you find yourself choking.

Then your vision returns and your collapse onto the table, muscles worn out. You blink, looking up into Youmu’s worried eyes. She sits straight up, each arm out and holding a cup. A light stain dirties her vest.

Tea, most likely. Probably from your cup.

“Are you alright?”

You groan, pulling yourself back up. “I’m fine, I’m…”

You look down, glowing red letters run up your arm, under the glove and your dress. Worried, you lean around the table and pull at the slit of your dress. More glowing letters adorn your thigh.

You don’t recognize the script, let alone the language. Something about all of this feels eerily familiar, though you struggle to remember why.

You look to Youmu. She sets the cups down.

There’s a knock on the door. Youmu twists around and stands. She opens the door, revealing the bowl-cut fairy from before.

The tall fairy bows. “Excuse me, but I…”

She stops, staring at your arms. “I can come back later, if this is a bad time.”

Youmu halts her. “What did you come for?”

She rubs her sides. “I talked to the troublemakers and I could get them to give you your book back, if you came with me.”

Youmu glances back.

“But you’d have to come alone!” She turns to Youmu. “You’d just scare them off. Sorry.”

[ ] Seek out the lord of the estate.

[ ] Seek out the magician.

[ ] Follow the fairy.

[ ] Write-in.

Time remaining: :: Timer ended at: 2019/04/09(Tue)20:00

>> No. 39635
[X] Seek out the lord of the estate.
dont trust those fairys at all
>> No. 39639
[X] Follow the fairy.

Can't just steal someone's book like that.
>> No. 39642
[X] Seek out the lord of the estate.

We can complain about how her maid staff stole our book.
>> No. 39644
[X] Seek out the lord of the estate.
>> No. 39645
[X] Seek out the lord of the estate.
>> No. 39661
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[x] Seek out the lord of the estate.

You wave the fairy off. “I appreciate the offer, but I need to see someone else first.”

She sags, wings drooping. “Okay.”

Dejected, she floats away.

Youmu stands and, straightening her skirt, marches through the door. “Let us see this magician at once.”

“Mistress, actually.”

Youmu’s head tilts. “Mistress?” Her face turns pink. “Oh- oh my. I didn’t realize you were married, much less that…”

You shake your head, your skin heating up. “No, no. The mansion’s mistress.”

“Why would it…” Youmu flinches, then sighs. “Yes, I see.” She clears her throat, turning to give you a quick bow. “My apologies.” She straightens up and turns back. “Let us see her at once.”

You walk up beside her and continue the hall. Her brow furrows, sticking to your left.

“Would she prefer to lounge on the top floor? Or would she, as a vampire, spend her time in the basement?”

A vampire. That’s right, this was Remilia’s estate. And it’s her mage that you’re… bound to?

A door creaks behind you. You glance back just as it slams shut.

You lean down, rubbing your chin. “Remilia, Remilia, Remilia.” You frown. “What was she like?”

“A proud, eccentric maiden. As a noblewoman should be.”

You jump, finding that maid to your right.

“Do you… need us for something?”

She smiles. “I’m afraid you’re going in the wrong direction.”

You stop. Youmu stops a step later.

“This way.”

She gestures back toward the room you left. You glance to Youmu, finding her focused solely on the maid, then shrug and turn around.

You walk back, studying the architecture. Red velvet carpets and marble walls decorated in little more than lit candles. It almost shocks you how much darker these hallways are compared to the entryway.

She indicates an intersection you’d passed, so you turn into it. Oak doors line some of these walls, but little else stands out.

Something tugs on your dress. You whip around just as something thunks into the wall.

“Oh, come on! I just wanna see what they saw!”

You find a fairy with deep blue bushy hair reaching toward you, held to the wall by a knife impaled through her sleeve.

The maid turns her nose and continues down the hall. “This way, Naoko.”

You follow her, shooting nervous glances back. The taller maid holds firm, face impassive. The smaller one sticks her tongue out, sneering.

You walk closer to Youmu this time. Wait… “Did I tell you my name?”

“You did not.”

“Then…”

“The news.”

You shoot the maid a cautious, quizzical glance.

“The mistress read your story this past evening. She then learned of your entanglement with our magician.”

Of course. Those tengu work fast. Or just Aya.

It would be nice if it’s just Aya.

“I’m Sakuya.”

A parade of doors passes as Sakuya turns down another intersection.

“I’m Youmu.”

“Pleased to meet you, Ms. Konpaku.”

Youmu clams up.

“Does Remilia want anything specific from me?”

“I doubt she’s decided on anything yet. I recommend you not linger too long, however. I am, after all, obligated to see through any idea she comes up with.”

“Is there a way to…”

You pause, blinking. These hallways look mostly the same, but you could swear they moved. You turn, finding an elaborate door before you.

“Good luck.”

You whip back to see…

The another, simpler door on a different wall. Spinning around, you find yourself on a balcony, tucked into a nook in the outer walls, with a wide canopy overhead. Well-lit gardens extend out below you, but the walls and roof keep this balcony dark.

A very petite young woman sits at a slender, intricate silver table, sipping from a small cup, opposite you. She wears a frilly pink dress with red lace and a matching cap. The shadowed silhouette of her long, bat-like wings cuts through the sunlit sky behind.

She sets the cup on a matching plate in her left hand. “Please, sit.” She takes another sip.

You step forward, pulling out the seat to your left.

Her wavy, lavender hair rustles in a quiet breeze. One that barely grazes your left side.

You sit down and pull the chair in as Youmu settles in across from you.

“Lady Remilia?”

The young lady looks up, blinking. Even sitting, she’s noticeably shorter than you.

She glances to Youmu first, and then to you.

Her eyes fly open.

“My, my, my, my. Wherever did you get those?”

You glance down just as her hand slides across your glowing shoulder.

“Here, I think.”

She glances up, brows slanted. “Don’t be absurd. Patchy’s work looks nothing like this.”

“‘Patchy?’”

“Then again… who else would write their bindings in such an uncivilized language?”

“You know what it is?”

She gives you a crooked grin. “Why, of course.”

You wait a moment. Still grinning, she folds her hands across her chest.

You groan. “Could you tell me? They’re written all over.”

“Oh, I can see that.”

Another moment of silence.

You shake your head. “Nevermind. Your maids attacked us.”

She waves her hand. “They’re fairies, they always do that.”

You clear your throat. “They also looked up my skirt.”

Youmu nods, frowning. “They insulted my choice of undergarment.”

“Oh?” Remilia turns to Youmu.

Youmu glances back to the door. “It is as I said.”

A silence hangs over the table. Youmu swallows, unwilling to continue.

“They stole a book your magician needs.”

Remilia sighs and snaps her finger. Sakuya appears beside her, leaning down.

As they whisper to each other, you poke at your glove.

Remilia claps her hands and Sakuya disappears.

A burning, dripping heat bursts to life, rising from your crotch. You gasp, tremors racing through your spine. You fall, propping yourself on your elbows as your breath heaves. “Wha- di- did you… d-d…o?”

You swallow. Youmu leaps out of her chair, hand on one hilt.

Remilia scoffs. “What nonsense. Why would I harass a guest? Perhaps you should…” She stares at your bust. “I think someone forgot to wear something.”

You feel the fabric strain against your swollen nipples. Small beads of moisture drip from your slowly parting slit to your chair. You clench your legs together.

“How long do you think it will take?”

You glance up.

“For me to fall under your spell, of course. I’ve heard such exciting stories.” She raises the cup back to her lips. “A werewolf, hooked on the spot? You must be quite potent. But then, the tsukumogami took longer, didn’t she? Perhaps you could stay a few days? You know, just to make certain.”

“Perhaps,” she pokes at one of your protruding nipples, “We could…”

Youmu draws her full sword, pointing it toward Remilia. “Unhand her.”

Remilia frowns. The sword disappears, reappearing in the vampire’s hands. Grabbing it by the flat of the blade, she offers it back.

“Have you ever heard of the magic word?”

You gulp, a wave of need rolling through you as the first drop of sweat trickles down your brow.

Youmu glares, reaching for the offered sword. “I have not.”

Remilia pulls it back. “I suppose not. It’s ‘please.’”

You groan, leaning back and rubbing your thighs together.

Youmu blinks. “I don’t understand.”

Remilia lets out a longsuffering sigh. “It means that if you want something, you should say ‘please’ first.” She grabs your left breast. You hiss at her frustrating touch. “Let’s try this again, shall we?”

Youmu unsheathes the second blade, only for it to vanish as well.

Sakuya appears behind Remilia, draping the stolen sword across her spread palms.

Remilia gives you a squeeze. “Wrong again. What was that word again?”

You drop your hands, sinking your weight into Remilia’s cupped palm as you reach down, rubbing your thighs to keep them off and out of your pussy.

Youmu grinds her teeth. “…Please.”

“Very well.” Remilia lets go of your tit and extends the sword again. Youmu snatches it out of her hand.

You collapse to the table, drool falling from shaking lips.

She then retrieves the smaller one from Sakuya and sheathes both.

You squeeze down on your legs to keep your hands still.

Youmu rushes to your side, pushing your chair out to rub your side.

“Are you alright?”

The heat ebbs, just slightly.

“I-I’m f…fine.”

Your lift your shaking hands to the table, clubbing them across it twice before you find purchase and plant them down to push yourself up.

“Milady, perhaps now would be a good time to wrap your date up.”

Remilia turns to Sakuya, frowning. “Mind your own business.”

“Of course, Milday.” A glance passes between them. Like a shared secret or an inside joke.

Remilia then turns to you.

“Apologies, I’m afraid I may have gotten a little carried away.” Her frown shifts to a faint smile. “So, what do you think of Patchy?”

Your knees buckle. Youmu grabs you, draping one of your arms across her shoulder and heaving you back up.

You wipe drool from your lips. “Like I… said, we’ve b-arely spoken.”

Remilia sets the cup and plate on the table and leans back, stretching. “How sad. If you want to remain bound to her, I could have you set up by nightfall.”

“Why would I want that?”

Her smile breaks into a devious grin. “Isn’t it obvious?”

You swallow, chest shaking. “No?”

She leans back, folding her arms. “Do you already have a master, then?”

“No. I don’t. Why do you keep-”

“And how’s that worked out for you?”

Your hairs prick, skin cooling. “What are you saying?”

She shakes her head, still grinning. “It’s too late, you know. The paper’s been printed. They know what you are. What you can do.”

“I can’t do anything! I just make people attack me.”

“Sakuya, head count.”

“Nine fairies, Milday.”

“Really?” Remilia’s eyes narrow. “You’re quite something, Naoko. Tell me, what could you make those fairies do?”

You take a faltering breath, swallowing again. A familiar, sticky fluid trails down one leg. “What fairies?”

“The one’s of my household you’ve charmed.”

You blink, lips twitching. “I can’t make them do a damn thing.”

“Even if you offered them something… juicy?”

Your hips twitch as Youmu’s grip shifts. The feel of her slender frame against your side makes them quiver. You shake your head, trying to focus. You did persuade Mystia to hold off for a little while. Could you do more, if you were willing to… “I wouldn’t.”

“Oh, you would.” Remilia leans forward, propping herself on her forearm. “Ever been tortured?”

You lean into Youmu, sweating. “What are you saying?”

She groans, pulling back. “I’m saying that the Buddhists, the Taoists, the mountain gods, the major exterminators, even the damn lunarians, all know about you. Now,” she places a hand across her chest, “I’m happy to keep you away from the rack, the stocks, the gibbet, bronze bull, iron maiden, and dunking chair. But the other players?”

She holds her palms up, shaking her head again. “Well, I don’t know what sort of degeneracy you’d been roped into, but it won’t get better while you’re… up for grabs.”

She scoots her chair back and stands up. “Think about it. Patchi, myself, or my sister. I’ll bind you to any one of us if you want. I merely suggest you find a master soon. Before some ambitious bigshot or scoundrel chooses to…”

She twists around the table, lurching forward with hands curled into claws. “Pounce.”

Youmu flinches, her grip shaking. You wince.

Remilia sighs and strides past you, under your shoulder. “Sakuya, see them to… wherever. I’m going to sleep.”

A tingle travels up your gut from your warm, wet crotch. What the hell…?

Patchouli, Remilia, or her sister. That was…

Flandre.

“Don’t mind the mistress overly much. She has a penchant for the dramatic.”

Remilia pauses, halfway through the door. She glances back. “I might even get to ensure you serve someone else, just not for free.” She then leaves, closing the door behind her.

Sakuya clears her throat. “I would recommend that you address your… ‘excitement’ soon. Especially if you wish to avoid the maids’ attentions.”

You glance down, past your own hardened nipples, to find a faint dark spot on your dress.

[ ] See Patchouli.

[ ] Find an empty room.

[ ] Ask Sakuya for help.

[ ] Visit the fairies.

[ ] Write-in.

Time remaining: :: Timer ended at: 2019/04/24(Wed)20:00

>> No. 39664
Quick heads-up that there's less than 24 hours left on the timer. I'm willing to overlook some late votes, though I cannot promise if or where they'll be cut off afterward.
>> No. 39665
[x] Ask Sakuya for help.
Professional help.
>> No. 39666
[X] Ask Sakuya for help.
>> No. 39667
[X] Visit the fairies.
>> No. 39668
[X] Visit the fairies.

Can't just steal people's books.
>> No. 39669
[X] Ask Sakuya for help.

Breaking the tie.
>> No. 39670
>>39669

Fug.
>> No. 39678
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39678
[x] Ask Sakuya for help.

You bite your lip. A pit settles in your stomach at exposing yourself like this, but… but you need to, to think straight around, well, this ‘master.’ Focus. You need focus. And you don’t, don’t trust yourself here.

Not alone. Damn fairies.

“Can you h…” you gulp, “help me?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Just…” You take a breath, gut heaving. “Please, get me off.”

You catch a glimpse of Youmu’s face as she turns scarlet. You wince, praying Yuyuko won’t kill you for this. “I… I can’t think, uh, straight.”

Sakuya maintains a steady, neutral stare. “I’m sure you can handle it yourself. I may provide a quiet room and a set of…”

“No!” You clap your hands over your mouth at your outburst. Thinking fast, if in a million directions, body shaking, you continue. “Please, I… need. I-I need, help. I don’t,” your lip trembles, “I can’t do it… alone. Not here.”

Sakuya’s gaze softens. “Very well.” She snaps her fingers.

The door opens again, revealing a timid fairy with curly blond hair. “Margaret, see Ms. Konpaku here to the library, please.”

The fairy salutes. “Yes, ma’am!”

“Excellent.” Sakuya turns to you, a glint in her eye.

Youmu scrutinizes you and Sakuya as the fairy pushes her inside.

Sakuya steps forward after them, holding the door open for you.

You step through, breathing hard as you cast a smiling glance backward. “Thanks.”

She sighs, responding with a minute shake of her head. She points to a door directly to your right. “In there.”

Nodding, you wrap trembling hands around the knob and open the door. You find a tiny cubby with brooms and mobs stacked into the corners. An empty bucket sits just inside.

In a flash, the brooms, mops, and other tools vanish, replaced by a single, plain stool set against the far wall.

“Sit.”

You glance back again. Sakuya’s face has returned mostly to its familiar neutrality, though with a distinct hint of a smile this time. You turn and sit down, facing her.

She steps inside, turning to close the door behind her. Darkness falls, punging the room into… a deep red. The scarlet light from your body casts a dim glow over Sakuya and the walls behind her.

She looks you up and down, one of her legs positioned between your own, even as her back rests against the door.

“Strip.”

Your eyes jump to hers, widening. Your breath catches.

She sighs, and a gust of wind hits your bare belly.

You look down to find your swollen nipples on display, framed by the slitted bra, and your leaking pussy beneath them with its own lacy outlines. Sakuya holds your dress for only a second before it simply disappears.

Your legs shake, your breath trembles. Sweat coats your skin.

“At least you’ll make this easy for me.”

You find yourself wrapping one silk-sheathed hand around your bust while the other plants itself before your crotch.

She leans in, cupping your cheek. She looks down at your exposed pussy. You blink. Your hands now rest behind your legs.

“I’ll have to clean that up, you know.”

You stare back at Sakuya, questioning.

She slides her hands around your breasts, ignoring your gaze.

“So, this is how a ‘woman’ feels. I’m not sure what to think.”

She rubs them, grinding her hands across their underside, palms sliding up until they grind across your nipples.

She rotates her hands up and squeezes, pinching the token fabric of your ‘bra’ between them as her fingers sink into your flesh.

You shudder. She withdraws her hand from your right breast, sliding it down your bare stomach.

“You know, I’m sure there’re better ways to find a lover than such tawdry undergarments.”

“Not… not my-ulp!”

A finger grazes your hood.

“You really will make this easy for me, won’t you?”

Her eyes narrow, pinching your left nipple between the base of her middle and ring fingers. She drums her fingers over your hood, dragging staccato breaths from your throat.

She presses her hand flat to your mound, sliding it down the outside, deep between your legs.

You let out a whine as she drags it back up to your navel.

She slides it down again, now pressing it into your flesh. Your body trembles, hot and wet.

She drags it back up. You hiss, sweat dripping.

She rubs your mount up and down, pushing, pressing.

You gulp, arms locking to keep yourself upright. Your legs slide apart, exposing yourself to her as fully as you can.

It takes only a raised eyebrow for your head to flick away, unwilling to see what she thinks of your obscene display.

A slender finger slips inside you. Involuntarily, you clench down, squeezing it for all it’s worth.

It’s not enough. Not even close.

Groaning, you thrust your chest out and your crotch forward, even as she pulls out.

You sigh, squirming.

A moist, sticky finger touches your lips.

An unfocused question flits through your mind only a moment before your mouth parts, latching down on her offering. You drink down your own juice from the finger. Your face burns harder, but you can’t take it anymore.

Anything to keep her inside you.

Your lips part, no longer tasting yourself on her finger.

Two fingers now slip inside, dragging a low moan from your throat.

They push in through your clenching cunt, sinking in to their bases.

You moan again, panting as she drags them back out. A strand of drool slides down your chin as your chest pounds.

Again, the fingers graze your lips. Again, you suck them in.

She pushes them from side to side, stretching your cheeks and forcing your tongue to follow. You don’t care. You just drink your juices off and let them go.

“So eager. What would the mistress think if she saw you here?”

You gulp, hissing as her fingers return to part your slit. You spare a glance back to her, finding her face lowered to your crotch, where she’s parted you wide open.

You shut your eyes and bite your lip.

Her fingers slide in once more, three of them twisting through your tight cunt. Your body locks up for just a second, a desperate mix of pleasure and need rolling through you.

She pulls the fingers back. You inhale, shivering.

She thrusts them in, knocking the air from your lungs.

Your legs stretch out as the tremor hits. You lift a hand to your mouth and bite down on your thumb as she finger-fucks you.

You yelp.

Waves of pleasure roll through your quaking body, only to be diminished by an ever-growing sense of raw, overwhelming need.

Sakuya’s fingers now pound you hard enough to hurt, but it’s not enough.

Taking a shaking breath, you open your mouth.

“Har-harder.”

Sakuya pauses, ripping her fingers out.

All but choking on frustration, you glance forward.

She scowls.

A faint, fuzzy sensation spreads through your body. Then something hits you, like a great brick to the gut.

You topple forward, body convulsing. Your body burns in desperate lust, pleasure flickering through it in irregular waves. Sakuya catches you, holding you to her body as saliva drips from your limp lips.

“Finally, you’re done.”

You can’t speak, you can barely move. The growing hunger drowns your mind, overwhelming all other sensations.

The smooth texture of Sakuya’s shirt and the shape of her breasts press into you. Her lithe arms, her firm thighs. The rustic scent of her hair and the sour aroma of her sweaty neck.

More. You need so much more.

Your lips flounder, flailing, trying to form any coherent sound. To express your desire. Your dissatisfaction.

Sakuya holds you, hands wrapped around your waist, casting a faint shadow on the crimson door behind her.

Your hips and pussy ache, sweat drenches your skin and underwear, seeping into your gloves and boots.

Sakuya clicks her tongue. “You’re not done, are you?”

Trembling, you manage a minute shake of your head.

Sighing, she slides a hand down your right side, cupping your ass cheek.

On your left, she slides her fingers back inside your slit, pumping immediately. Slavering down her fingers, your needy cunt clenches hard. But, despite the tingles and the warm, shivering waves that ride up your spine, it’s not enough.

Your body just cries out for more.

She pushes you to the side, pressing to the wall.

She shoves her fingers back inside, thrusting them in and out.

In and out.

In and out.

Your hips quake, your body jerks. Sweat pours, juices drip. Every now and then, spittle escapes through quiet, needy gasps.

She pulls you back, dropping your ass back on the slick, sticky surface of the wooden stool.

You stare back up, stunned, bleary. She glares back down.

She drops her hands behind your hips and leans forward, planting a kiss on your left nipple.

Then bites down, digging her teeth into the tender flesh.

You cry out, more a ragged, halting whimper than a scream.

She pushes all five fingers inside, twisting them through your sopping slit.

They’re back outside in an instant, leaving your aching pussy.

Another wave of desire ripples through you, drowning out any pleasure she would have bestowed.

The hand jerks to one side as another wave hits.

Then another. You moan, loud and hungry, as the next hits.

Then all goes black.

The desire, the soreness, those remain. And yet your mind clears, however slightly.

A small, red light ignites in the darkness, growing into a humanoid shape before you.

A naked, feminine shape.

It resolves into a woman, with dark, shoulder-length hair and an average bust. About your height, about your shape.

Wearing your face. Except with a pair of irises that glow bright red.

“For the wolf, you were just a scapegoat, weren’t you?” She even uses your voice.

You lick your lips, still shivering. “What are you?”

“And the umbrella, she had eyes only for your ass.” The figure steps forward, breathing down your face.

“The bug queen just needed a slave. The bird couldn’t keep it her pants for more than a minute.”

You clear your throat. “What do you want?”

“The other bird, she was no better. The goddess, like all the rest, was pitifully weak.”

The woman lifts her left leg over your lap, then the right. Straddling you, she runs her fingers over your breasts. “You want release, don’t you?”

“What are you-”

She presses her lips to yours. Images flash through your head of that night. Of Ko… ko… of that beast. And moreso, of Ayame. Of how close she’d come to…

The woman wearing your skin pulls back, licking her lips.

“You want to cum, but her touch, now ignited, won’t let you.”

“What touch?”

“The one you wear, dummy. If you want to think straight ever again, I’m afraid you’ll need to return to your true master. Not these weak, spineless wannabes.”

“I don’t need a master.”

“Of course, you don’t. You already have one. And she misses you.”

“I don’t have one either.”

“Tell yourself that, if you must,” she hops back off, giving your bare pussy a playful smack, “but come back to her before you go insane.”

You just stare, baffled.

She slides a hand behind your head, pulling you in. She presses her lips to yours once more, rolling her head from side to side before she pulls back again.

“Don’t worry. She’ll make it all right again. Before you know it, you’ll find ecstasy at her feet.”

She evaporates into shadow, bringing the room back to its familiar dull red. The dull red of your much brighter markings.

Your body aches and shivers. It burns in a painful mix of need and exhaustion.

Sakuya looks over you, frowning. “I ought to just take you to Patchouli.”

Something bothers you about the vision, something missing. Precisely what, your mind’s too fried to interpret.

[ ] Go to Patchouli.

 [ ] To dispel the markings.

 [ ] To speak of this ‘Master.’

[ ] Find Youmu.

[ ] Call for Remilia.

[ ] Write-in.

Time remaining: :: Timer ended at: 2019/05/06(Mon)20:00

>> No. 39679
[ ] Go to Patchouli.
[ ] To speak of this ‘Master.’
Remi want's so set us up with a master, but if someone else is claiming to already to own us that might not go over well... knowledge is power at this point, and she just might know something to help
>> No. 39680
We're down once more to less than 24 hours on the timer.

If you want to be sure I'll count your vote, I recommend you place it before then.
>> No. 39681
Ooooooh wait wait, I totally got a good idea.

[X] Ask Sakuya to help discipline those naughty fairies who stole your book.
>> No. 39682
[x] Go to Patchouli.
-[x] To speak of this ‘Master.’

I should think we would be able to do this and dispel the markings, but if we can only do one then this Master thing might be more important.
>> No. 39686
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39686
[x] Go to Patchouli.
 [x] To speak of this ‘Master.’

You wait a moment, pressing your shaking hands to your thighs. The heat of your skin and the quaking of your body drag on, ebbing too slow to think.

Not trusting your vocal chords, you simply nod.

“Very well.” Sakuya leans against the door, slipping her index and middle fingers between her lips.

You’re still too warm, but you find your motor control incrementally improved. Small tremors still plague your limbs, core, and lungs. Your pussy still aches, its emptiness gnawing at your mind.

Why hasn’t Sakuya moved yet? Why haven’t you?

Sakuya twists the fingers in her mouth, savoring them. She pops them out, moving on to lick her ring finger, then her pinky. The sight only flares the dripping heat inside you.

She drags her tongue out as she brings her thumb to it, bringing a cramped, eager tingle to your body.

A half-formed question tumbles from your lips. “How do I taste?”

You snap your mouth shut the moment those words escape, yet you steal furtive glances toward Sakuya’s cool gaze, hopeful.

She shakes her head. “Dif-”

“That sounded strange. I just… I mean…” Why did you ask that question?

Sakuya sighs and stares at you. “Salty. That was the taste.”

Your eyes drop to your knees and the glowing red marks plastered across your skin. You hiss, rolling your butt on your wooden stool.

You glance back up. “Say, you didn’t see anyone else here, did you?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“I see.” You wince and place your hands on your knees, pushing your breasts between your arms. “She said I had a ‘master.’”

“That would be Ms. Knowledge.”

You open your eyes. Sakuya holds a towel between her hands.

You shiver. “This master wanted me back. I don’t think she…”

Sakuya pulls you up. Your knees shake but manage to support your weight. The sweat disappears from your skin, alongside Sakuya’s towel.

You flash her an awkward smile. “Thank you. Could you point me to my dress before-”

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“-you send me…” you glance around, finding towering bookshelves at every side, “…here.”

Sakuya’s gone. In front of you, you find a table with two stacks of books on either side and a giant tome lying open in the center. Behind it, a woman in a pale nightdress stares you down, her eyes wide and her face scarlet.

Dark purple hair descends from a poofy cap with a shining crescent.

She drags to book to her face. “Make yourself decent, please.”

You cross your legs as your arms fly to cover yourself, your left arm across your nipples and your right hand planted firm between your thighs. Face burning, you crouch down. “I would if I could.”

A tense, quiet moment passes. You speak up.

“Perhaps you have a dress I could borrow?”

You peek up at her. She lowers the book. “No.”

She frowns, stern but not angry, still reading her book. Whatever title it has, it’s not Japanese. Her gaze makes your nipples hard.

With a thump, she drops the book on her desk and leans over it, narrowing her eyes.

You catch a short, subtle jiggle in her chest as she does so.

“Stand up.”

You raise yourself back up on shaking knees, arms still pressed to your bare skin.

She curls her finger, beckoning you toward her.

You take three steps forward. She barely leans back as you stop, your legs a hair’s breadth from touching the desk.

You swallow excess saliva down your throat. You can’t help but notice the faint hints at this woman’s figure that her dress offers.

The gentle, flowing folds hide most of her physique, but the gentle curve of her shoulders, her hips, and her full, hefty breasts beckon you.

Her lips, too. They…

“German.” She mutters, groaning. “Why?”

The palm across your crotch grows moist.

“What’s German?”

She clears her audibly wet throat. “A language from western Europe.” She squints at your belly.

“Where is Europe? Is it a country?”

She blinks. “Not an outsider, are you?”

You’d scratch your cheek if your hands weren’t so damn busy. Your thighs twitch.

“My family here goes as far back as anyone remembers. That’s not a problem, is it?”

She drums a hand on the desk. “An inconvenience, but it simplifies other things.” She glances at the stack of books to your right. “It’s a continent to the north and the far, far west. It’s where I come from.”

“Did the Europeans write these things? Did they put this spell on me?”

“Don’t know. I was never the social type.” She frowns. “Why?”

“I saw a vision.” You pause, debating how much you dare to share. “Someone thinks I have a master, who I need to see.”

She massages her throat. “Another master? That might explain the interference.”

“Interference?”

Patchouli flicks her fingers.

You see a violet flash, a split-second before it burns red. Your body freezes, limbs locking together.

Then you’re released, staggering a step back and dropping to your knees. You let go of your breasts to grab the edge of the desk.

“The enchantment did that. But why?”

You get yourself back on your feet and plant your arm once more across your nipples. Patchouli’s lips look delicious.

“Naoko. When did you get it?”

“Just an hour or so ago. When the purple flash…”

“The summoning. It must have been there before. Dormant. To what end…” Patchouli leans back. “We need to remove it. As to how…” she glances at your arms. The ones filled with nothing but your virtually naked flesh.

You frown. “I lost the book to the maids. Sorry.”

She narrows one eye, only for a cough to interrupt her gaze. “Remilia will hear about this.”

“She already has.”

“She’ll hear about it again. Not that it matters.” Patchouli leans forward, rubbing her forehead. “This interferes with our connection. I can’t sever it until those words vanish.”

Patchouli snaps her fingers. “I’ll break it.”

“What about the master?”

“What about him?”

“I need to know who it is.”

Patchouli waves her hand. The top five books rise into the air from the stack to your left. Patchouli pulls the one beneath them out, then they fall back down. Patchouli slams it down atop the one she had out before, then pulls it open. “Fine, I’ll see what I can glean from its construction.” She scans through it, flipping pages. “Circles, circles, circles. Summoning. Cursing. Enslaving-”

“Enslaving?” Your spine tingles, your body shakes.

“Not applicable. No, no, not that one. There.”

“Did someone call me?”

A tall, lanky woman floats in from the left, long and straight red hair flowing behind her. Small bat wings flutter on her back and the crown of her head. She takes one look at you and zips forward.

You turn to face her, staggering backward as she approaches. Her pouting lips slip into a grin. “Oh, how could you, Patchi? How could you hide such a fun-”

“Quiet, Koa.”

“Oh, how cruel~”

“I said quiet. We’re making a circle.”

­“Ooh… are we binding her?”

Patchouli coughs, trying to stare Koa down even as she does so. “She’s,” she clears her throat again, “the familiar. Get behind her. Now.”

Koa floats away again, showing you a cute butt in a tight skirt as she twists around. Your hands grow heavy, still clinging to your precious privates.

Koa’s footsteps tap across the wood behind you. “Don’t move now. I’d hate to make a mess.”

You smile, nervous, glancing to Patchouli. She nods.

Koa claps her hands.

“All yours, master.”

Patchouli sighs and lifts a hand. The ground beneath you glows a deep blue. “Earth, Moon.”

Koa whispers into your ears. “Nice ass, by the way.”

You lift just off the ground. A mystic force tugs at your arms, prying them away from your skin.

You resist, clinging to your breasts and your crotch, but the magic soon overpowers you and drags them up, baring you before Patchouli.

Footsteps pound their way toward you.

“Wretched maids! I’ll slice them when-”

Youmu stammers, incoherent, somewhere to your right.

A tiny, choked whine slips from your lungs. “Close your eyes!”

“Yes, of course!”

Koa smiles.

You strain your head, finding Youmu’s hands clasped tight over her eyes.

“I witnessed nothing of your precious hood or pubic hairs, Ms. Naoko. Nor do I have any thought as to the color or texture of your areola. Or how hard your nipples may or may not be.”

“Thank… you?”

“Think nothing of it.”

Koa snickers. “They’re pink, by the way.”

An electrical jolt runs down your spine, burning red into the room around you and sending spasms through your chest and stomach.

The red fades as another jolt runs back up. Your throat catches.

The red returns, but only for second before it vanishes.

“Interesting.”

“What are you doing?”

“Testing. Oh?” She stares at you. “Speak.”

Your head tingles. “What slut I s…” You flex your hands, working your jaw. “Again? Whore’d you do?”

Youmu gasps. “Ms. Naoko! How could you-”

“Not her.”

Youmu turns to Patchouli.

“A side-effect of the enchantment. Dormant, like…”

The tingling fades. Then a it feels as if you catch fire, a blistering heat erupting from your heart to sear your skin and scorch your bones. You part your lips to scream, but no sound escapes.

Beneath the smothering heat, your gut pounds out a steady beat of warm, wet desire.

You cough and sputter, legs shaking. Your heart pounds. Drool drips from your filling mouth, casting trails against your naked bust and belly.

You swallow, trying to keep it in. Your pussy moistens.

Searing heat radiates from your skin, choking your gut and pounding through your head.

“H-he…” “el…” “ll…” You gasp between each failed attempt.

Then the heat fades and the choking pressure dissipates. You swallow the last of the excess spit, panting.

Your pussy still aches for attention.

Then the heat returns, blossoming from your chest. Red lights stain the library as your muscles lock and your eyes open. Tingles race up and down your spine. Your arms twist, your lungs burn. Your pussy clenches.

Your muscles flex.

Then it all goes black.

You find yourself lying on hard, polished wood, your arms sprawled out before you. Youmu’s feet stand before you.

Red light fades off the bookshelves in the distance. Your whole body aches.

“Naoko Honda. Human farmer. Power: Sufficient to appeal to Youkai.”

“Huh, wha…” You shut your mouth to ease a dry, rasping throat.

“Oh, that? She just read your tits.”

“I read her chest, Koa.” You hear Patchouli cough above you. “These symbols describe you, it seems. Your capabilities, demeanor, and habitat. All in German, except your tongue.”

You lick your lips and stick your tongue out, trying to see it.

“It’s a hieroglyph.”

“Hieroglyph?”

“Ancient Egyptian writing.”

You groan, bringing your aching arms to your aching stomach. “Egyptian?”

“It’s south of Europe. These two languages don’t belong together.”

“Hey, master, look at this!”

“Hmm?” Patchouli steps around you. Her eyes widen. “What? No!”

You look up to find her crouched over you.

“What is it?”

You glance down your body to find the words fading.

“Koa, hold her down.”

“On it, master.”

A pair of hands presses into your exposed side.

A sharp, stinging sensations hits your sternum, then fades away.

You lie there, silence falling over the library.

Patchouli grumbles. “How did this happen?”

The hands ease off you. “That’s awfully sensitive of it, isn’t it?”

Someone steps away from you. “The enchantment’s buried itself deeper. It could’ve signaled the enchanter, too.”

“Let him come. I’ll cut him in two.”

“Hold your blade.” Pachouli rasps. “I need him to release the spell first. You lot may decide what to do with him afterward.

Your throat aches but you push it open again. “Please, don’t let her take me.” Something about this all feels familiar. Disgustingly familiar.

Either way, given your track record, this won’t be a man.

You angle your head upward, finding the barest hint at Youmu’s choice of underwear. A soft mint color. You could surely lubricate your sore throat with her juices, couldn’t you?

“Fight him if you must, just wait ‘till the enchantment’s off. And keep it outside the library.”

“Surely you mean outside the estate, Ms. Knowledge. The lady’s asleep, after all.”

Sakuya. She’s somewhere behind you. How would she taste? Your pussy tingles, remembering her touch.

“You’re the chief, shouldn’t you wake her for events like these?”

“Interrupt her beauty sleep? How could I possibly do that?”

“Do you want to please her or not?”

“Of course, it’s what I live for. What would please her most is a good day’s sleep.”

Patchouli grunts.

Another pair of feet pounds toward you, accompanied by the wild clamor of small bells.

“Help, help! Where’s Remilia?”

“Asleep, Ms. Motoori. What’s the matter?”

“It’s Akyuu. Help,” she gasps, sucking air, “she’s, she’s…”

“Take your time, young lady.”

“She’s not possessed anymore!”

The Book. The Black Book. Shizuha.

You wheeze. “Thank goodness.”

“No! Not good! She got possessed on purpose! Now the book’s loose again!”

“Please, Ms. Motoori, calm down.”

Youmu’s feet shift. “A book, is it? What are its intentions?”

Kosuzu stutters, then clears her throat. “Ms. Naoko. It wants to fuck her.”

You lean back to see Youmu’s hands pressed to her ears.

Patchouli coughs. “Let it come, then. I must see what’s written in it.”

Sakuya sighs. “Careful, Ms. Knowledge. It may be too powerful for you.”

“Then vanquish it yourself and bring it to me.”

Youmu leans down. “Can you stand, Ms. Naoko?”

You turn onto your belly, a heat and desire throbbing inside you. You try to push yourself up, arms shaking.

After several painstaking minutes, you pull yourself onto your knees. “I… think so.”

Youmu steps back. “Let me slice your hesitation away.”

[ ] Accept her offer.

[ ] Find Patchouli’s book.

[ ] Find somewhere to hide.

[ ] To the human village.

[ ] Write-in.

Time remaining: :: Timer ended at: 2019/05/16(Thu)20:00

>> No. 39687
[x] Could you slice my lust away instead? I really need some relief here.

Cut straight to the source of the problem and nip it in the bud.
>> No. 39690
[x] Accept her offer.
The write-in is fine too though
>> No. 39691
[X] Find Patchouli’s book.
>> No. 39695
[x] Could you slice my lust away instead? I really need some relief here.
>> No. 39706
It took me awhile to work out the outline again. That said, it should not have taken this long to get where I am and I apologize for letting things get away from me.

The next update should arrive in about three to four days.

In other news, there's been a bit of a continuity error in this story. For the record, Naoko currently wears boots, not sandals. I also apologize for screwing that up.

One last note is that I'm nearing the later phase of writing for my contest reward post, and I may put this thread on hold after the next update to finish that up and get back to my more usual writing. I realize this has been something of a cascade of delays, but all I can really say about them is that I'm looking ways to fix that and don't yet have a clear plan.

(Vote is called for lust slicing, btw)
>> No. 39709
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[x] Could you slice my lust away instead? I really need some relief here.

You raise your hand in a halting gesture.

“Wait.” You take a breath, focus waning. “If you can slice hesitation,” whatever that means, “could you slice my lust instead?”

Her hand squeezes around a cord-bound hilt. “I’m certain I can.”

A hint of mint and musk wafts to your nose.

“Then, please…” damn, she smells so good, “do it.”

She answers with a curt, confidant nod. “Face me.”

You turn to her, staring at her cute green shoes.

“Um, uh…”

You glance up. Face burning red, she glances away.

“I, I… I mean, to cleanse that, I need, you need…” Her voice fades into barely-audible mumbling. You can’t pick out a single word.

“I need what?”

She yelps. “I! I need. You. I need you to, to, to…” She swallows. “Place your hands down. Behind your back!”

Each word grows increasingly shrill.

Still shivering, you slide your hands back, leaning away from her. You take one glance down your lacy pussy-framer and clamp your legs together.

Youmu glances to you, then jerks back away. “And I need… I need, I, your legs. They need to be…”

“Apart?”

You both glance to your left. Koa stands there, smiling and blinking.

Youmu nods.

Swallowing your own trepidation, you spread them, baring your pussy to Youmu.

Oh heavens. Yuyuko will kill you for this, won’t she?

“Yes. That is fine. Perfect. Hold still.”

You close your eyes and hold your shaking legs out as Youmu’s feet shift. A rustle sounds, followed by a cold blade slashing through… you.

Not your stomach or limbs. Certainly not your flesh or bones. Just you.

It stings but doesn’t hur…

The slice rips through your heart and mind, purifying your desires.

Purifying them into a single, overriding, undeniable impulse.

Your eyes open slowly, in perhaps your last lucid moment. Youmu looks down on you, her lips pouted and eyes narrowed in a critical, studying gaze.

Koa gives you a gentler, milder gaze.

You lean forward, taking a deep, hungry breath.

You’re not quite certain what it is that pushes you to your first target. Perhaps it’s the way her face shifts as you face her. Maybe it’s the smell of her skin or the way her skirt swishes before your face.

Either way, you take one last sniff, savoring Youmu’s fragrance as you clap your hands under her skirt. Lifting it, you place your hungry lips to her plain mint panties.

“Ms. Naoko, what are you doing?”

A vague worry ignites deep inside, only to be drowned under your pounding lust.

A heavy, earthy aroma fills your nose, providing a…

You slide your hands up and yank her panties down, shoving your tongue around them and inside her as you do so.

She tastes heavenly.

“What are you two doing in my library!”

You ignore the sorceress’s voice as you taste Youmu’s sweet, salty pussy.

Youmu staggers back as you bury your nose in her crotch. She whimpers as you plump the depths of her delicious cunt. And as your right hand slides down your stomach.

“Don’t just stand there. Stop them!”

“Yes, Ma’am!” Koa taps your shoulder.

You pump your tongue and-

She plants her hands on your shoulders and hauls you back, tearing Youmu’s pussy away from you.

“I’ll find you two a bedroom and…”

Youmu clenches her skirt. “No, not yet. I’m not ready!”

Her panicked voice puzzles you, though you’re not sure why.

You twist out of Koa’s grip and latch back to Youmu’s sweet, soft thighs. Your lips part as you lick the nectar from her mound. Youmu plants her hands on your head, pressing down in a vain effort to dislodge you.

She’s strong, but not near as strong as you. You plunge back inside her once more, immersing yourself in her overwhelming taste.

A pair of arms wrap around your gut and, overpowering you, haul you back. You reach out, extending yourself toward Youmu’s legs even as Koa pulls you away.

Youmu stares down on you, panties around her shaking knees. She closes her eyes, taking in slow, steady breaths.

A glimmering trickle winds down her right thigh, out of reach.

Then she speaks. “Keep her still.”

Your muscles burn, but you still reach forward.

Youmu fingers the hilt of her smaller blade. “Hakurouken, guide my hand.” She inhales. “Properly, this time.”

One eye opens. “I’m sorry, Naoko.”

A brilliant, white light shines and vanishes. Another discordant wave ripples through you. A wake of utter calm fallows, coursing up from your pussy.

Then chaos. A choking pressure builds inside you, then hurls you back. The shock jostles Koa off and away. One of your feet twists on the floor, spinning you around. Hard panels rush to meet you before a mass of black rushes between you and them.

Your face crashes into Koa’s tight, firm breasts. Dazed, you glance through her soft, rolling hills to a wincing smile framed by disheveled red hair. The calm evaporates, replaced once more with raw, carnal energy.

Your burning, overwhelming lust returns, scattering your thoughts.

Something’s different, though.

Then you feel it. Your throat catches as a desperate, wild warmth fills you.

You roll to your back and wrap your arms around yourself, breathing unsteady, as it rises.

You close your eyes only a moment before the dam breaks.

It starts in with a blazing, tight heat where Youmu’s calming wave began. Your pussy.

It spreads, burning away the moment of need with warm pleasure. Your body lurches as a bolt of blinding satisfaction shoots down your spine.

You cry out, body curling under the weight of devastating ecstasy. Gasping, sputtering, you fight to stay conscious. To experience every bit of pleasure. To squeeze this moment for everything it has to offer.

Your legs stretch out and your back arches. You moan, low, sultry, and satisfied.

Your hips quake, your arms shake. Your sweat and juices seep into cloth beneath.

Then, pleasure fading, you roll off onto the smooth wood. Collapsing onto your side, you lie there. Koa stares back at you, wide-eyed and slack jawed.

Wearing a vest and skirt much darker in the front than the sides.

Up above, a naked woman with shoulder-length hair and an ass smothered in glowing red words wrestles with Youmu, pressing their faces close.

It looks important, but your head swims through a buoyant sea of carnal bliss. Patchouli scowls.

That’s fine. You’ll deal with that later.

You let out a long, content sigh.

Youmu squeals. “Demon, magician. Help me!”

You glance back up. Youmu has a hand over her partner’s face and another on the woman’s shoulder. She struggles to push the strange, familiar woman back. A short chuckle escapes your lips.

How weak must the glowy girl be to lose against…

Youmu. A trained warrior. A servant of Yuyuko herself.

Should you really have overpowered her so easily? Did she send you a novice?

Your unfocused eyes study the foggy, distant ceiling.

Boots scrape across wood, calling your attention. You lean up, over your lace-framed nipples. Koa pulls the woman back, away from Youmu. She grunts, straining to hold the woman back.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but you guys need to talk these things out.”

The woman throws her gaze back your way.

It’s you. You’re the one staring back at you.

Again.

And those damn red markings carpet her skin.

You glance back over your own body. Nothing. Either they’re gone or completely invisible now.

The woman flails her arms around.

“Hold her still.”

“I’m trying.”

“Try harder!”

“I don’t know how!”

“Do-”

A stray hand strikes Youmu’s left breast.

Youmu steps back. “Do something.”

Koa lets the woman go. The woman lurches forward just as Koa grabs her waist and spins her around.

She presses their faces together, giving the woman pause.

Youmu strikes them both in a downward slash of her short blade.

Koa staggers backward, letting the woman go.

The woman gasps, then grabs at Koa’s vest, pulling her close. Then lets go, stumbling back. She glows a bright red.

Then she disintegrates.

A heavy tome thumps down.

“What absurdity was that?”

Light-headed, you glance to the table. You see the edge of a closed book over the lip.

Groaning, you roll onto your front and try to haul yourself up.

You give up a moment later. You’re exhausted, your legs wouldn’t carry a grain of rice, and you’re still a little tingly.

“Here, let me help.”

Koa rushes to your side and drops to her knees. Slinging your right arm across her shoulder and grabbing your hip, she hauls you upright.

Patchouli frowns, staring deep into your eyes.

“You conjured a clone?”

You offer only a sheepish grin in return. “I did?”

She scowls. “In fact…” she sniffles, “you created,” she rubs her nose.

“Ha-chlurph!” She sneezes, which transforms into a cough halfway through.

She clears her throat and raises a finger, only for another cough to interrupt it. You glance away to find Youmu staring down, holding an arm. The panties still dangle from her knees.

Koa glances between the two of you, then nudges you toward the desk and lets go.

Your hands land on the giant book and, by the combined effort of all four limbs, you hold yourself up as Koa rushes to Youmu’s side.

Youmu. The girl you just assaulted. You just did what they do. The youkai.

Why?

Does this make you a monster? Or just another beast?

Surely not just a victim of some greater power again.

Why? Sure, you needed something. You may even have been desperate. But to go that far? You shake your head.

“As I said, A mirror image of you. With physical form. I’d like to know…”

You turn to Youmu. She stares back, mouth and eyes flat. Your lips part, but you can’t find a word to say.

She bows, then turns and shuffles away.

“Wait! It’s not…”

And she’s gone. Koa glances between the two of you, visibly lost.

You sigh. You’re alone again.

“Koa, what do you smell?”

Koa stops, closing her eyes and lifting her nose. She opens them, looking to Patchouli.

“Beside the sex?”

“Yes, idiot.”

“Hey, that hurts.” Koa pouts. “A loose spell, why?”

Patchouli stares back at her, flat. “The human.”

“Hm?” Koa stares at you. “Oh, it’s gone, isn’t it?”

“Yes, the enchantment’s gone.”

You look between them, settling on Patchouli. “It is? I’m free?”

Patchouli sighs. “From it, not me.”

“That means I’m still…”

“Draining my mana? Yes. But the barrier’s gone, so I need only the index now.”

“But…” She looks down, running a finger across the cover of the book you rest on. “We need not terminate it yet.”

You shrink back. “Why?”

She gives you a wry smile. “Do you seek powerlessness?”

You blink.

She sighs. “I know your magic. Almost all is mine. Without the contract, you lose that.” She drums her fingers. “Not that it bothers me, if it aids my research.”

Vague memories of your first encounter surface. “The one you needed the magic for?”

“I said that. But it’s more complicated.” She turns to the side. “Koa, hold her.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Koa returns to your side and slings your arm across her shoulder once more, pulling you up and off the book.

Patchouli opens it back up. “I’m an elementalist. The best still living.” She glances up. “A tragedy.”

She flips the page. You have no idea what the words or the diagrams mean.

“I intend to create a prism. One capable of assimilating all seven days at once to create spells the world has never seen. At present, I have only mastered dualities.”

“She can make a Philosopher’s Stone, but it’s not very good.”

“It’s imperfect. I need an elemental glue to refine it.”

Elementalist? Days? Dualities? Philosopher’s stone?

You clear your throat. “There’s a way I can help?”

“Possibly. Trinities require hostile elements. Additional hands may…”

“Oh, hey. About your girlfriend…”

You wheeze. “What?”

“Are you gonna make up to her?”

You look down. “Would it make a difference, after what I did?”

“You’ve got nothing to lose by trying. She seemed so sweet.”

“She’s not my-she’s my guardian.”

“Meaning?”

You sigh and, testing your legs, pull yourself off her. They wobble slightly, but they carry your weight now.

“We’re not dating. It’s a long story, but I needed protection.”

On your own two feet again, you once more run an arm across your bust and cup your exposed pussy.

“Oooh… Your knight in shining armor. Then you definitely have to make it up to her.”

Patchouli rasps. “Koa.”

“Just apologize really hard, I’m sure-”

“Koa.”

“I can even go and talk-”

“Koa!”

She jerks to attention. “Yes, master?”

“We have a project to plan, and-”

You feel the rustle of cloth under your hands and, glancing down your body, find your dress once more draped over your chest. Sakuya stands between you and Koa.

“Pardon me, the-”

A door slams to your left.

“The creature has overpowered Meiling. It seeks entrance.”

Patchouli exchanges glances with Koa.

“Lady Honda, as it desires you, might I recommend you retreat to the mistress’s quarters?”

“The mistress? Didn’t you say she shouldn’t be bothered?”

“Not that one. The young mistress.”

“The young mistress?”

There were two? If the normal one’s Remilia, then the younger…

Koa gasps. “You’d send her to Lady Flandre? After the poor girl’s tragic rejection?”

Sakuya frowns, eyes steeled. “Her domain’s well-fortified and I’m certain the young mistress would appreciate some distraction.”

Flandre? Hell no. No way…

The door slams again.

You glance to it, remembering the black tentacles and the abuse Shizuha’s suffered.

[ ] Fuck the book. Take me to this mistress.

[ ] I need to see Youmu.

[ ] I’ll stay here. Someone needs to fuck up the book.

[ ] Take me to the older mistress anyway.

[ ] Write-in.

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The next update may be delayed, so no hard timer yet.
>> No. 39711
I don't get it. I though she cut away the lust. Anyone besides OP explain what's going on?
>> No. 39712
>>39711
So far as I can tell, Youmu attempted to slice out our lust, but failed spectacularly because she was too flustered to aim properly, and accidentally sliced out everything EXCEPT our lust. Then she tried it again and made sure to aim properly the second time.

[x] I need to see Youmu

At the very least, it will give Youmu a chance to apologize for her epic failure at aiming.
>> No. 39713
>>39712

I see I see. Read it a 4th time and that seems to be the case. Thanks.

[X] Fuck the book. Take me to this mistress.

Epic Flandre time.
>> No. 39719
[X] Fuck the book. Take me to this mistress.
>> No. 39727
[x] I need to see Youmu

Locking ourselves in with the least stable person in Gensokyo is suicide, not a plan. Lets retrieve our guardian.
>> No. 39729
First vote for either Youmu or 'the mistress' within about the next six hours decides where we go, otherwise I go with a coinflip.
>> No. 39730
[x] I need to see Youmu
>> No. 39731
and just like that we will never get to see best girl
>> No. 39732
damnit wanted to meet Flandre too T_T
>> No. 39733
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where wer u when delicious flandre scene die?

i was at home playing destiny 2 when thread update alert call

"Flan is kill"

no
>> No. 39734
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>>39731
>>39732
>>39733

I voted for Youmu and I regret nothing, because I helped best girl win. I just want to point something out. Its been a 2 vs. 2 tie between Youmu and Flandre for the last 5 days. There are 3 of you. Assuming that the 2 existing votes for Flandre belong to 2 of you, the last one of you could have broken the tie days ago and we would be waltzing off to meet Flandre right now. Whichever one of you decided to hold off on voting until now, you only have yourself to blame for no Flandre.
>> No. 39735
>>39734

You're right. We have nobody but ourselves to blame for this travesty.
>> No. 39736
I think were simply going to meet Flandre later i mean if the the vote was tied it would make sense right?
>> No. 39737
>>39736

Maybe. Maybe not. It kinda takes away from the intent of CYoAs if the readers get everything they want.
>> No. 39746
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[x] I need to see Youmu.

You take a step back, thinking. Youmu left in the direction of…

You turn around, away from the thumping door. Surrounded by bookshelves, you glance to the gap that Youmu fled through.

Sakuya sighs. “Excuse me, Ms. Honda? Do you intend to leave?”

“I need Youmu.”

“We can gather her once the intruder’s gone. Please, I must recommend you wait in the basement.”

You glance back. The door thumps.

“I’ll be quick.”

Sakuya sighs. “Very well. Then I shall escort you.”

Patchouli and Koa exchange glances again, eyes narrowed. Patchouli clears her throat. Or coughs. It’s gotten hard to tell.

“Sakuya. Stay here.”

“Lady Patchouli, I assure you I can address both our visitor and the intruder at once.”

The door slams again.

“After the damn book’s on my shelves.”

Sakuya twitches, biting her lip. “Very well, Lady Patchouli.”

The door slams. All three turn to face it. Patchouli mutters strange syllables. Koa puts her fists up. Sakuya pulls out a knife, blood red eyes steeled for the coming fight.

You turn back toward the route Youmu went and leap forward. Sprinting across red velvet, between towering bookcases, you turn through a corner to find a door. In one swift motion, you throw it open and bound back to the scarlet halls.

Slate-gray stairs trail upward, flanked by deep red walls with lit candles hanging from them at even intervals. You jog up them, soon reaching a red marble landing as the stairs turn to the right, a smooth oak door in the landing’s outside wall.

You hear voices from above, floating toward you.

“Where is she?”

“Lizzy said she’d be in the library.”

Fairies. You take a breath and glance around. Just red walls, stairs, and the door.

Between Patchouli, Koakuma, and Sakuya, the book should be doomed. But you don’t want to stick around to find out. Certainly not without at least one skilled fighter at your side.

“What’s so great about it, anyway?”

“About what?”

“Her butthole.”

You freeze. They’re talking about you. Without thinking, you leap for the door and swing it open, throwing yourself inside. You close the door behind you, plunging a rack of small, frilly dresses into shadow.

“Think about it, Evette. Her panties showed it off. You don’t do that if you’ve got a boring butt.”

“What if she just thinks it’s great. You know, like the mistress’s taste in booze?”

“Ugh. Don’t let her or the head maid hear you say that.” A pause. “Lizzie swears it’s awesome. Besides, she also says this girl shows the other side, too.”

The voices grow closer. You close your eyes, listening and praying they turn around.

Moments pass as something shifts around the corners of your mind. Creeping, inky sensations, curling and ebbing out from a dozen points around. Some far away, some closer, one floating through the hallway just above. Masses of raw, putrid lust.

A faint, almost invisible speck stops behind the door you press your back to, on the landing. A writhing mass shifts further out, roughly around the library. A host of small spots move and shift throughout the building. Another, more moderate mass moves, far from the library.

The book, the fairies. Who else did you infect? The gatekeeper? The vampire?

Despite the blackness, you clench your eyes as the doorknob turns. Panic rising, you try to suck your power in, holding it tight to the core of your being.

A muffled explosion sounds from the library.

The doorknob eases. The spot flees away, back down the hall.

You breathe out, still holding that power close.

Once the spot moves down another direction, you ease the door open. Candlelight returns to your eyes, drowning out the spots and masses.

Still holding that power tight, you creep forward, turning to continue up the stairs. They end at the middle of a long hallway. Gray stone gives way to more red velvet carpets atop dark granite, below vaulted wood ceilings. Leaning around the right corner, you find doors and candles running down each wall. One fairy floats out of an opened door. Shutting it, she glides away, down the hall.

Glancing back, down the other side, you find more doors and more candles, with two fairies also floating away. You step down the right hall. You pass by door after door, until you find a hall branching off from the left.

“So, you escaped, right?”

You plant yourself by the nearest door, just by the left hall.

“Yeah, she was crazy!”

“Okay, but what did you learn?”

A childish giggle blatantly intended to come off as ladylike.

“Much better than the mint girl.”

Mint girl?

“But what did they look like?”

“Dark red.”

They float closer.

“That’s it?”

“With shiny gold patterns.”

“Ooooh.”

They slide right around the corner, eyes focused on each other. Two fairy maids with pastel-colored hair.

“In really fancy, leafy shapes.”

“Ooooh.”


A pause. Your heart pounds. Could you take them?

Would you attract the rest if you did? You keep a tight hold on your power.

…Have they not noticed you?

Their eyes slide right off you as they float past.

A shaky sigh of relief wheezes from your lungs as your eyes blink in happy disbelief.

“And you’re sure these were her panties? Not her dress?”

Your heart stops.

“Psssh. Her dress was just some boring fading color. None of the fancy stuff.”

“Show me! Show me!”

Fading color? You peel yourself off the door and move to step past, turning toward the left hall.

“Hey, did you see something?”

You pause.

“Hey, who’s that?”

Your grip slips. The power follows, sputtering, then spraying out from you. A silence settles on the hall.

A fairy squeals. “It’s her! Let’s play!”

You whirl around to find the fairies lunging toward you.

You respond by conjuring a handful of hearts and flinging them forward.

They connect with one fairy, staggering her.

The fairies conjure balls of red light. You respond with another volley.

A matching ball whizzes by your head, from behind.

You glance back, further down the hall to find three more fairies coming your way.

You blast another volley at your first foes, popping the first fairy and staggering the second.

You turn and dash down the side hall, only to find yet another fairy coming your way.

She leaps toward your chest.

“Boobies!”

You slam a line of hearts into her gut, popping her. Spinning back around, you find a field of bright red bullets headed your way.

You ready and release a small cloud of hearts now, hurling it their way.

They dodge. You hop backward between their bullets as you fire your next round.

The bullets whiz by, one clipping your thigh.

You fire again, popping one of the four maids. Three left. You fire another wave, popping one more. Two left.

Your muscles start to groan as you leap over a low bullet. You fire again. You stagger both, but neither pops. More bullets come, one line down the center, one near the right wall. You press yourself to the left, then fire again.

It connects with both, popping them.

You stop, breathing heavy. The hallway ends in another two-way intersection about a pace behind you. You stare, stunned, at the empty hallway before you.

Three, two, one… Six? Six fairies. That you fought and beat, all at the same time. A quiet, disbelieving giggle escapes your lips, praying you can get by without fighting more.

…Once you find the purple book, that’s going away. Isn’t it? You shake your head and turn back the way you’d retreated.

You reach the end, then glance down each hall, finding only more doors and more candles. And so much damn red. If only you had someone like Sakuya beside you right now. Or Youmu.

Guessing that she’d be further from library than closer, you turn to the right. Your boots click across the red velvet carpets as your mind wanders.

You need her back, but what do you say? ‘I’m sorry I molested you’? You rub your chin. Then your hand wanders across your face to rub your scalp.

More red passes by.

Is it even really your fault? It was because Youmu missed, after all. If she couldn’t do it, why did she still accept? Surely, she, of all people, would’ve known the risks. For that matter, why did she leave? Did she think you’d go after her again? Was she offended that you lost control?

She’s too strong to fear you, so she must be angry.

You hit a dead end with a dark, wooden door. You lean in, pushing the door open to find a room with a plush bed, a tall dresser, and a small, short white desk with a similarly small mirror.

But no Youmu.

You close it and turn around.

She could be in any one of these doors, but you have nowhere near the time to check them all.

You walk back down the hall, finding another hall branching off to your right. You must have missed it on the way in.

You turn and walk down it, closing your eyes.

More spots of filth litter the building, but none too close. The giant mass moves further away below you, but the smaller one grows closer.

Just how will you broach the question?

Something clatters into the wall to your left, ringing as it bounces off to hit the floor behind you.

You glance back.

It’s a shiny, embossed silver ball with two dark red straps hanging out.

It looks an awful lot like a smaller version of the gag you stuffed Mystia with.

You glance forward, shivering. This way takes you closer to the mass. It’s also where the gag came from. It may be your only shot at finding Youmu.

If you wait, more fairies will eventually find you. If that book wins, it will find you, given enough time.

You swallow and step forward, soon finding a thin wooden block lying in the hall, with dark iron hinges and three circular holes, the middle one larger than the other two. A black iron seam runs right down the middle, hitting every hole before ending in a padlock.

You step around it when voices, yet again, float to your ears.

“It’s gotta be the bar!”

“The bar’s boring. Give her the ring!”

“What about the weird one? I wanna see how it works!”

More damn fairy maids.

“Unhand me!”

That was Youmu.

This hallway ends at a corner, veering off to the left. A smaller fairy crashes into the wall to your right, thumping to the ground. More toys litter the floor before you. You jog, as quiet as you can, to the corner and peer around it.

Youmu lies face-up on the floor, her feet facing you as she wrestles with a tall, aqua-haired fairy maid hunched over her. A busty fairy maid with one wing drooping to the floor and the other peeled halfway off. A thick, white substance drips from the peeled wing. Youmu’s swords lie a good pace away, out of reach. Several smaller fairies crowd around them, each carrying a gag, a set of shackles, or some other strange toy. Each restraint features either dull metal on leather straps, or silver with red, pink, or purple straps.

Except for the simple but smooth, shining gray shackles lying near Youmu.

She throws her leg up at her assailant, only for the maid to twist to the left. Youmu throws a shackled fist at her, dragging a second cuff behind it, into the maid’s gut. The maid jerks back from the blow but catches it and yanks on it, throwing Youmu onto her front. Plopping her ass onto Youmu’s back, the maid drags that empty cuff across, pulling her wrist along with it. The maid’s hair, once smooth and held close to the scalp, now puffs out, scraggly with wear.

One of the smaller fairies lies on the ground nearby, clutching her stomach.

The maid cries out in triumph. “Gotcha!”

Youmu twists her wrists, pulling their chain tight just to get them to her sides. The maid lifts herself up to turn around. Youmu throws her leg up, jerking the maid forward as it collides with her ass.

The maid grunts. “Hey, cut that out!”

“Get these things off me!”

“No!”

The maid snatches the loose pair from the floor and wrestles Youmu’s left ankle to the floor, cuffing it. You need to act. But something about her…

She giggles. “Aren’t they amazing? I made them so they’d keep even an oni restrained.” She sighs. “If only I got to use them on the girl I’d made them f-”

Youmu’s free leg thumps into the maid’s side, over and over.

“Hey! I said quit it!”

Made them? What is she, a blacksm…

Your jaw moves, silent. It clicks. The size, the peeling wings…

What about her had started to stir so much dread.

That’s not a fairy maid. It’s Kogasa.

Her head jerks up, one red eye and one blue swiveling toward you. You leap back, pressing your back flat to the corner wall. Your heart pounds.

You swallow, sweat beading on your skin. You gulp and close your eyes, feeling the lust around you. The mass is Kogasa, surrounded by at least four spots.

Her desire strains toward you, but there’s a faint undercurrent creeping toward Youmu, as well. You’ve no idea where Kogasa’s looking, however.

Your chest heaves, breath quaking. Youmu needs you. You steal one more glance. Kogasa’s dragged the ankle chain underneath Youmu’s wrist chain and back up, pulling it back and folding her left leg in half. She kicks her free right leg into Kogasa’s side. She’ll do that to you if she gets the chance, won’t she?

Five fairies, plus the one on the ground, and Kogasa.

With her wrists locked, without her swords, Youmu won’t help much. Probably. You need to do this yourself. You breathe in and out. In and out, you can-

“Unhand me, you barmglph!”

A giggle sounds behind you. You twist back, only finding a door ajar.

You peek again. One small fairy maid stands in front of Youmu’s face, hands stretched into it, while another floats over her head and with a pair of small bars, held together by small gears. The maid lowers them in front her face. Kogasa folds your protector’s free, thrashing leg near the other.

Youmu shakes her head, but the fairies hold on.

Just you versus Kogasa. And the five fairies, too.

Another click. One more glance. Kogasa steps back to reveal both ankles now shackled, their chain trapped behind Youmu’s wrist chain. She rolls Youmu onto her back, her green skirt sliding down her straining thighs to her waist to expose her mint panties again. Youmu arches her back, the interlocked chains of her shackled hands forcing her feet to fold against her ass. She sags then turns to an angle, straining ankles pulling her shoulders taut as they drag her hands to her thighs. Kogasa hops over to Youmu’s face, pressing your protector’s back to the ground.

Youmu squeals, just before you hear gears turning. Kogasa winds something near Youmu’s cheek. The fairies let go and float away. Kogasa settles back on Youmu’s belly, turning in your direction, her eyes just barely slipping past you to something on the ground nearby.

An engraved, curved metal plate, just smaller than your hand, welded to a leather base and a mess of straps.

“Well… if I can’t have the girl I need, I guess I can perform a little stress test on my babies.” Kogasa runs a hand down Youmu’s twisting, straining form, bringing up her thigh and around to pat her exposed panties.

“You’ve been very mean to me, you know. So, keep struggling, okay? Make sure they’re nice and secure for my girl.”

Youmu bucks, throwing Kogasa up.

“Wha!” Kogasa lands, wrapping her hands around Youmu’s head and pulling it up. You find Youmu’s tongue extended all way out from her mouth, pressed tight between a pair of slender bars just long enough to dig into the corners of her beet red face. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Your hopes are fast fading. You need to…

“Bring her back with her purity intact, would you? I dislike making examples out of people.”

[ ] Charge in. Youmu needs you.

[ ] Negotiate a trade. She’ll leave Youmu alone if she’s got you.

[ ] Wait. Strike when she’s better distracted.

[ ] Flee. You need backup.

[ ] Write-in.

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[ X ] Charge in. Youmu needs you.
>> No. 39748
[X] Charge in. Youmu needs you. >>39746
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[x] Charge in. Youmu needs you.

Kogasa leans in, bringing her head near Youmu’s forcibly extended tongue. Youmu twists, bouncing and crying out as their faces near.

You hurl yourself around the corner, charging toward them. “Let her go!”

Kogasa pauses, turning to face you. Her eyes go wide, outright sparkling.

“Naoko! You came!”

She drops Youmu’s head and hops to her feet, spinning to face you. She opens her arms wide.

You hurl a chain of hearts at her gut. In a blink, she shifts to the side.

“Wah! Hey, we don’t have to fight!”

You pause, feet stopping amid a pile of shackles and gags. “Let Youmu go.”

“Sure!”

You blink.

“If you’ll take her place!”

“What? No!”

“Pleeease?”

“No.”

She pouts. “Fine. We’ll have a fight. But I get to keep you if I win!”

You stare back. “And you’ll let Youmu go if I win.”

Youmu arches her back again, folding her legs as she tries to… do something. She sputters through the tongue bars, voice desperate and eyes wide.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Spirals of purple bullets appear around Kogasa as you warm up your own hearts. You take a step back, wondering how you’ll squeeze through her bullet wall.

A high-pitched voice squeals from behind you, “it’s a fight!”

A red bullet crashes past your shoulder, to the wall behind Kogasa.

You flip around to see three fairies firing more red bullets. You pound a line of hearts into one fairy, catching her by surprise and popping her.

You spin around to find the bullets fast approaching, accompanied by fire from the three fairies behind Kogasa. You fire another couple lines forward.

Kogasa sidesteps them but they send the fairies behind her scattering and clip one. Youmu twists her back from side to side, grunting.

No pops, though.

“Wait! Give her the shackles, not the pillory!”

You spin back around to find a fairy floating toward you, carrying a small block of wood with two holes.

You pound her with hearts, popping her.

“No! Daisy!” The remaining fairy glares at you, then flees as you fire another line her way.

You glance forward just long enough to squeeze through Kogasa’s spiral, ducking low to avoid the red bullets slipping through. Puffing, you pull yourself back up and whip around to fire another burst of hearts toward the last fairy behind you.

She floats out of the way, sticking her tongue out at you.

“Careful, Lizzy, careful. Don’t…”

You spin back around, a fairy floats between you and Kogasa, carrying a rubber ball on red straps.

“Wah! She found you!” The fairy in the back pelts you with red, forcing you to duck as her companion approaches. Slipping to the side, you lift yourself up to find the gag floating far too close. Jogging backward, you pelt the carrier with hearts. They connect, popping her.

As the ball clatters back to the ground and a new wave of purple bullets appears around Kogasa, you spin back around to find the last fairy behind you picking up what appears to be a dark red corset.

You fire, nailing and popping her.

You return your gaze to Kogasa to find the two fairies behind her fighting over a red buckled collar. You heave a tiring breath as you fire a cloud of bullets their way.

Kogasa slips between the hearts, letting them pop one fairy and clip the other. Youmu lies on her side now, shaking her head and curling her back as she pulls at her chains. A small puddle of drool collects under her tongue.

You breathe heavy. Just one more fairy, then Kogasa.

The purple bullets float toward you, forcing you to leap to the side to slip between them.

“For honor! For love! For panties and pretty pink leashes!”

The last fairy surges forward, carrying a silvery leash with a long chain and pink frills underneath.

You fire another cloud of hearts, then one more.

Kogasa steps through both, slipping between your hearts. The fairy weaves between them and pounds her body into your gut, shoving you back. She floats out, staring you down with hard, glinting eyes. You pound a trio of hearts into her, popping her.

Just you and Kogasa now. And Youmu, still twisting around near her feet.

Kogasa gives you a massive grin as she raises her hand. Three spirals of pink bullets fire out from her, terrifyingly fast. You jog back, firing out more clouds of hearts. The pink bullets rocket toward you, changing into narrower forms in a spread of rainbow colors as they approach. You leap and hop between the narrower bullets, letting them graze your shoulders and hips as you look for the next opening.

During the short gaps between, you fire more clouds. One of them, finally, clips Kogasa’s arm.

Then the bullets end. Kogasa’s still grinning. “You did so well!”

A faltering smile breaks across your lips. “Is… is that all? Are you done?”

She presses a finger to her lips. Youmu thrashes in her chains.

“Nope!”

You tense, firing off another cloud, smaller and denser, in Kogasa’s direction.

“Rain Sign [A Rainy Night’s Ghost Story]!”

To your surprise, your bullets evaporate as they approach, subsumed by a cloud of small, blue bullets of her own. She fires them toward you, flying in random directions.

You find one opening and throw yourself through it, only to find more bullets behind it. So many, many more bullets. You duck, dodge, and weave, taking a blow to your gut, then your head.

You stagger backward, only to find the bullets still coming. No gaps this time, just an unending swarm. You throw yourself into the best opening you can find, only to get hit on both shoulders.

Heavy breath shaking, you scan for another, only to get slammed in the crotch. You stumble back, falling on your ass as the bullets finally fade away.

Limbs shaking, you pull yourself off the floor. Your knees knock as you struggle to hold yourself upright, dragging on your power to summon one more heart. It fizzles and winks out. You try again, scanning the room for your… target.

Kogasa’s not there.

“Erhe! Ehoo!” Youmu screams, banging her shackled feet on the floor.

“What do you…”

A hand claps your left shoulder as a smell floats to your nose.

Pussy. Wet, hungry pussy. Your gut churns at how fast you identified the smell. A hand leans over your right shoulder, holding a bunched-up wad of dripping, white-and-blue striped fabric.

“Open up for me, okay?”

She slides the hand on your left to your chin, while the right carries that fabric toward your mouth.

You slide your shaking hands up in front of your mouth to press them to the fabric, holding it back. “Wait. Let’s talk about this. Please, I-”

“I won, Naoko. Fair and square. Just be a good sport, admit you lost, and let me have my prize.”

“What about a rematch? And maybe I could-”

Kogasa’s hand squeezes your jaw. “Open up.”

You purse your lips, shaking your head. Until her iron grip stops you, locking your head in place as her fingers grind into it. Your jaw aches, then hurts, then threatens to buckle under her fingers. Defeated, you open your quivering mouth. Youmu stills, eyes closing as she rests her head and knees on the carpet.

Kogasa presses the sex-drenched cloth between your teeth, almost choking you as she shoves it inside. Her fingers leave your aching jaw.

The taste of Kogasa’s lust drowns your tongue as she gives it a few final pats. She lets go and you let yourself fall back to your ass.

“Enjoy my panties, I made sure to get all of my love on them.”

She giggles. You retch, dry heaves pushing a couple folds past your lips.

“Hey! Keep it in!”

Too weak to stand, jaw still aching, you just sit there, wet panties hanging from your lips. Kogasa turns a glare toward you. You freeze, too petrified to dare pull the panties out.

She hops in front of you, carrying that engraved metal plate with all its straps hanging off the sides.

“Jeez. You’re making me do every little thing!” She presses a hand to the wadded cloth, shoving it back behind your teeth. She then sighs, face brightening into a smile. “Ta-da!” She presents the plate, not quite shoving it in your face.

‘Naoko,’ it reads.

“I made this one just for you. Isn’t it pretty?”

With your mouth stuffed as it is, you settle for mumbling a vaguely positive sound.

She pouts. “Here, let me show you how it works.”

She steps around to your back and drops to her knees, then slides the plate in front of your panty-stuffed mouth. She presses the leather backing tight to your jaw with one hand, while the other pulls a strap up from the top.

Two smaller straps run up from the plate, around your nose, to connect to a single larger strap just above it. She runs it up and over your scalp, then slides it around something behind you just before pulling the two side straps around the base of your head.

Something buckles behind you just before she pulls on it, tightening it around your head. Idly, you push on the cloth with your tongue, pressing it to the plate.

The plate doesn’t budge, of course.

Kogasa hops around and in front of you once more as she scans the floor. You run a hand along the plate, feeling the grooves of your name. “Hey! Don’t touch that!”

Startled, you pull your hand back off. Kogasa wanders around you, maid dress bouncing as she flits from shackles to ball gag to pink cock.

You could try to unbuckle the gag, of course, but then what? Fight her? After she almost broke your jaw just to stuff you? Sex-flavored fluids trickle down your throat with each subtle shift of the teeth you unwillingly press into her panties.

Still shaking, you pull yourself back to your feet and stagger backward. Maybe if you just…

“Give me your hands.”

You blink, looking up to see a pair of bright, silvery shackles with soft pink lace at their edges. Just like the last fairy’s collar. And Kogasa’s red and blue eyes staring right at you. Defeated, you lift your hands.

She places them, one at a time, in the cuffs. Then she closes and locks them. Groaning, you tug at them, finding the chain about as long as Youmu’s, letting you get them to your sides before it pulls taut.

Kogasa lifts your right foot. You glance forward to find a matching set of shackles near them, one sliding around your ankle.

She shuts and locks it, then locks the other around your left.

“Over here!”

You look up to find her holding a collar, the pink-laced one the last fairy dropped, its long chain dragging behind her.

She pops it open, splitting it in half by the d-link. She slides it around your neck and snaps it closed again, closing a padlock on the front. She runs her fingers down the chain, pulling it up as she glances to a door at the end of the hall, behind Youmu.

She glances down at Youmu, then sighs.

“Wait right here.”

She jogs back, snaps a matching leash from the floor, and hops over to Youmu. You look away, down your violet dress. So much for saving Youmu.

Chains clink and metal snaps open. Then it snaps shut again. Footsteps patter toward you just before a hand slides across your silk-covered belly to snatch your leash. It tugs, pulling the chain up, then away.

Then it forces you to turn, finding Kogasa carrying your leash in one hand, alongside Youmu’s.

She carries a bulky mess of black leather in the other.

You pull your neck back, but a quick tug from Kogasa sends you stumbling forward, feet twisting just to keep you upright. She drags you down the hall, to the door she’d been eyeing. You glance to Youmu, whose hands rest trapped behind her back, but freed from her ankles.

She glances back, giving you a hard, determined stare. One rather undermined by the tongue still forced out by the small bars digging into her cheeks. Kogasa gives both leashes another tug. You turn to see the door open as Kogasa drags your stumbling feet forward.

You find the room she brings you to rather cozy. A dark wooden dresser sits in the far-left corner, with a two-person, plush bed with high, engraved wooden posts at each corner, four beams running between them. A rosy red blanket covers the bed. Another small desk and mirror rests in the near left, made of matching dark wood.

“Okay! Let’s get started.” Kogasa ushers you to the bed, dumping you on it as she spins around. She takes a quick detour to the door, clicking the lock, then whirls back around to stare down your would-be guardian.

“Now, Yo-u-mu…”

Youmu flinches and backs into the wall, chains shifting as she pressed herself between the desk and dresser.

“Someone’s wearing Ms. Naoko’s bracelets.”

Kogasa drops the mess of black leather beside Youmu and grabs her green vest, popping it open, button by button.

You turn around, tugging your wrists apart as you try to shut out the sound of fabric sliding against fabric. Then Youmu’s garbed cries. You burrow your head into the blanket, lifting your left leg almost to your waist before the chain pulls taut. The chains clink as your ankles tug at them, but not loud enough to drown out the sound of fabric sliding against skin.

“Hey! Naoko, pay attention!”

You flinch, sweat beading on your skin as you ease your struggles.

“Don’t make me come over there, young lady.”

A quiet, disbelieving giggle bubbles from your throat. This is the girl who overpowered and confined you? Whose magic so overwhelmed your own?

You remind yourself of what her temper would do to your bones. Groaning through the panties, you return to face Youmu’s now bare back and soft, tight ass.

“Behold!” She stares you in the eyes as she gestures to the chain hanging across that butt from Youmu’s stiffened wrists. “Built to hold even an oni in place! Once equipped, the captive will never escape until its owner opens them.”

You squeeze your right hand between your thighs, jerking the left almost to your chest. You tug the left up, away from your right, letting the shackle dig into your wrist. The chain doesn’t even creak.

She nudges Youmu. Tired and irritated, Youmu tugs at them for a moment, then lets her wrists fall limp.

She rubs her nose. “I put so much effort into them, you know. Do you have any idea how hard oni-resistant metals are to get, let alone work with? I busted my favorite hammer! And the next one!” She sighs as she licks her lips. “But it was all worth it, just to enjoy your ass one more time.”

You roll to your side, cuffs biting into your wrists as you pull at their chain.

“Next!” Kogasa drops to a squat, gesturing to the ankles on Youmu’s smooth white socks. “Just as tough, guaranteed to prevent even your most dexterous efforts from separating us!”

Youmu tugs her right ankle up for but a moment.

“Now just a wait a moment, dear, before I get these babies on you, where they belong.” Kogasa stands back up, bringing her hands to Youmu’s top button and snapping it loose.

You turn around, giving your wrists one last tug before you let go, skin bright red under the cuffs. You sigh, shackled hands and legs curling into each other as you dream up escape plans to the sound of leather sliding across skin, mixed with Youmu’s garbled cries.

You uncurl, glancing back just long enough to find Youmu twisting, still upright, under the heavy leather straps Kogasa had draped over her shoulders. Trying to turn away from the hands sliding across her modest breasts to flick at her pale, pink nipples.

You turn your eyes to the vaulted ceiling, spreading your legs to pull at your ankle chain. Leather slides against skin, buckles snap, and Youmu’s cries grow quieter. Sadder.

You failed.

Chains clink, both your own and Youmu’s.

Youmu failed.

“Now, I need you to be real still, okay? Naoko needs her shackles back, so…”

Crash!

You lift your head.

Youmu stands in the corner of the wall and dresser, pressing herself into them and away from Kogasa, who sits, feet splayed, a couple steps away.

Kogasa leaps back up, throwing her right hand to Youmu’s shivering shoulder and under a black strap. “I said be still!” She shoves her left hand into Youmu’s gut and slides the right hand down Youmu’s side, pulling the strap tight over her right arm, then her left. Kogasa then tugs another set around each hip.

Black leather straps crisscross Youmu’s torso, connected by metal rings in a repeating diamond pattern. The leash is gone, replaced by a collar matching her straps. Kogasa moves to her collar, pulling and tightening each strap one by one.

Youmu yelps as Kogasa reaches the straps encircling her breasts, pushing Youmu’s breasts out and digging into their bases just a little more with each tug. Kogasa hums a cheery tune as she continues down to the diamond encompassing her navel, then the straps wrapped around the base of her thighs, running just around Youmu’s cute, exposed pussy.

Kogasa pulls Youmu back and steps behind her, tightening it in the back.

“You’re doing really well. Just hold still a little longer, okay?”

Youmu groans, slumping over as Kogasa pulls a black sleeve from the floor and presses it to Youmu’s back, chains clinking as she moves your protector’s arms.

You hear a couple clicks, then find Youmu’s shackles falling to the floor behind her. Youmu throws her body into Kogasa’s side, shoving your captor back again. She staggers forward, around Kogasa, toward you.

You barely get a muffled squeal through the damn panties before Kogasa leaps, tackling Youmu to the ground, where she pins her arms to her back and drags the sleeve over them.

You shuffle backward, chains clinking until you hit the headboard. You curl into yourself, shivering. Idly, you tug your ankles apart again.

Leather presses to fabric once more before you hear a zip, followed by three straps buckling. With a trio of tugs, Kogasa sighs.

Then a few more straps buckle. Then Kogasa steps out and around, hauling Youmu up by her collar.

Youmu groans, swinging her torso around to reveal the black sleeve pressed tight around both arms, folding them behind her back. A strap runs up from each end of the sleeve, connecting to a ring at the center of her back with three more straps running out from it. One to her collar and one around each arm, back to the diamonds in the front. She leans back, gurgling her frustrations.

“Almost done, now let me see your feet.”

Youmu yelps, again, jerking her head downward as Kogasa grabs her ankles. Fitting a key into the shackles, she frees one, then the other. Youmu kicks at her.

It connects. Kogasa staggers back, holding her forehead. “Ow!”

She turns to face Youmu, grabs the ankle, and yanks.

Youmu’s feet fall out from under her, sending her ass crashing back to the floor.

“Now, behave.”

Gurgling, Youmu nods her head. Kogasa drags Youmu back toward the wall, rips her shoes off, and throws them aside. She then slides one leg into a long, long black boot. One that reaches halfway up the girl’s thigh, with a heel so long it would force her onto her tiptoes.

She buckles four different straps at different points along the boot’s length, then feeds the other leg through an identical boot. As she buckles the second up, you can’t help but notice a series of d-links running up the interior side of each boot, right by a corresponding buckle.

Kogasa grabs a handful of padlocks, which she runs through the links between Youmu’s leather-wrapped legs, clicking one shut around each link. Finally, she finishes with Youmu’s ankles, lets go, and stands up.

Once Kogasa backs off, Youmu goes back to twisting and straining. But if the shackles inhibited her, these immobilize her. Humming, Kogasa skips toward you. You twist and bounce, pressing yourself to the headboard, shrinking away from her. Youmu’s shackles dangle from her hands.

She leaps onto the mattress and crawls toward you, chains clinking. “Oh boy! I finally get to put these on you!” She pulls out a key, which she inserts into the lock on your left shackle, popping it open. She repeats with the right.

“Now, about this dress…”

Kogasa glides her hands through the slit in of your dress and, reaching under it, she pushes it up your stomach. Frantic, your hands fly to her wrists. She snatches them and presses them to the bed on either side of you.

“I. Won. Fair and square. Now stop messing around!”

She glares at you. You lock up.

She pushes the dress up, over your head, and down your arms. The cool bedroom air brushes by your exposed belly and…

“Oh, wow. The fairies were right.” Kogasa runs a hand down your bare belly, up against the side of your ‘bra,’ and flicks your bare nipple. “Well, I guess we can leave these on, since they don’t get in the way.”

She throws the dress aside and sets the smaller shackles on your belly, both popped open. “Put your hands here.”

Eyes moist and twitching, you shake your head. She frowns. You shut your eyes, still shaking.

Kogasa sighs. “If can’t behave, I guess I’ll need to teach you.”

A hand crashes across your left breast, stinging it. Then your right. Your feet shake, but Kogasa’s weight prevents you from running, even if you had any courage left. You choke through the next couple blows, then surrender, dropping your wrists, limp, in the cuffs and letting her lock you into them. You lie there, letting her slide down, pop your ankle cuffs off, and replace them with Youmu’s set. You can’t help but notice just how snug they fit, as if they were made with only your wrists and ankles in mind.

Finally, she pulls something else out from behind her. A shiny but dull gray collar, the same as your gag and your new set of shackles. You find a name embossed into the front, just above an empty d-link. ‘Naoko Honda,’ it reads. Of course.

Popping it open, she sets it aside as she opens your current collar, only to toss it to the floor. Gently, reverently, she slides the new, embossed collar around your neck, snapping it shut and locking a padlock on the back.

“You know what means, right?” Kogasa rubs a hand down to your crotch, fingers poking at your exposed pussy. “You’re all mine now. Your ass belongs to me, understand?”

Gut dropping, you nod. It’s a lie, of course. You can… you can still win. You can still escape. You got away from Mystia and Wriggle. You can get away from her. Eventually. You throw a glance to Youmu’s constricted, defeated form. You just play by her stupid rules and you’ll get your chance… right?

And even if you can’t escape, you can at least get Youmu out, right?

An opportunity will come, right?

“It’s not so bad, you know. Being a tool. It’s so much better than being unwanted. Now point that adorable little butt this way, okay?”

Shivering, you comply, feeling the blanket against your face as you flip onto your front.

“Good, good. Now, stick it out just a little more.”

Face burning, you fold your legs together. Just get it over with. Just get it over with. Just…

A tongue swipes down your crack. You bury your face in the sheets, screaming into Kogasa’s panties as she licks your asshole. As she grabs your ass-cheeks, wedges her face down your crack, and forces her wet, slippery way through your sphincter.

She moans into your ass.

Garbled, furious screams float to your ear from the far wall as Kogasa rolls her head around your crack, pumping your ass with her impossible tongue.

The screams climb in pitch and ferocity until you feel the full length of her wet muscle slide up and out, popping free from your ass as she pulls her head away.

Shaking, you let your spit-soaked ass fall. Groaning into the panties, you twist and turn, facing back to Youmu as you pull yourself into a sitting position.

Kogasa approaches her. “Sorry, sorry. I guess you felt kind of left out, huh?”

Youmu’s screams die in her throat. Kogasa hauls her apron up and off, then with a pop of a button, drops her pleated skirt down her legs, exposing a smooth, round ass of her own.

She steps out of it and, crouching down, grabs Youmu by the collar, dragging her onto the floor. Youmu twists and writhes as Kogasa turns her until the girl’s feet face away from you. She squats down over Youmu’s naked, tightly compressed body. Pinching Youmu’s already pinched tongue between her fingers, she lowers her crotch to Youmu’s face.

You shut your eyes as Kogasa’s pussy muffles Youmu’s cries. But it does little good. The muffled cries are soon drowned out by wet schlicks as Kogasa rubs her lascivious cunt all over the poor girl’s face.

And what little cries you hear soon transition to frantic licking. Intermixed with the occasional whimper.

Then the sounds die out. The whimpers grow louder, now interspersed with hiccups.

“Hey! I gave you attention! What else could, you…”

The sound of revelation in her voice paralyzes you.

“Oh, of course! Here, just a sec.”

And just like that, you’re back to curling into yourself.

A chain rattles, then hits something solid, then slides along it.

Youmu yelps. Leather twists and strains, then something hooks into it.

“Wakey wakey, sleepyhead.”

You peel your eyes open to see Kogasa staring back. She leans forward, grabs you by the collar, and pulls, jerking you forward.

With another tug, she has you off the bed and stumbling to your feet. Then she grabs your wrists and pulls. You shake your head, pulling back. Her eyes narrow, darkening. You swallow, stale pussy juice gliding down your throat as you hold out only another moment before you relent, letting her haul them up. She drags you nearly to your tiptoes before hooking them into a chain that hangs across the rafter above your head.

You stare up at it, bewildered, before feeling a pair of soft, tight breasts bump into your own slightly larger, less restrained pair. You look forward to find Youmu tethered to the other end of your chain, hooked by links on her shoulder straps.

Kogasa reaches around your neck, carrying a short chain over your shoulder. She snaps one end onto your collar’s link, then runs around behind Youmu and affixes the opposite end to her collar.

Even in the position you’re in, breasts bumping into Youmu’s, the chain barely droops. A hand glides across your ass.

“Now that we’ve got you two lovebirds together, let’s dig in!”

You twist, hands forced above you, Youmu’s nipples glancing across your breasts, hips touching.

Kogasa squats down, stroking your ass again.

You look into Youmu’s terrified eyes, feeling just a spark of courage returning. Just for her, you might be able to defy Kogasa. But should you?

[ ] Resist. It’ll piss Kogasa off but might just distract her from Youmu.

[ ] Comply. Let Kogasa do as she pleases so she doesn’t hurt either of you.

[ ] Ignore Kogasa. Risk her ire but keep your eyes peeled for other chances.

[ ] Write-in.

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Time remaining: :: Timer ended at: 2019/07/07(Sun)19:00

>> No. 39750
So, those oni chains we've got on are unbreakable eh? And long enough to get our arms at our sides and walk without stumbling are they?

[x] Wait until Kogasa is distracted with her head between your's or Youmu's legs
-[x] Lift your legs so you dangle from the ceiling, quickly loop your leg chain around Kogasa's neck, and squeeze hard until she is good and unconscious (or dead)
-[x] Either grab the key with your toes if you can, or wrap your leg chain around Youmu and saw through her leather straps with your chain until she is free.

When life gives you unbreakable chains, hang life with an unbreakable noose.
>> No. 39753
[x] Wait until Kogasa is distracted with her head between your's or Youmu's legs
-[x] Lift your legs so you dangle from the ceiling, quickly loop your leg chain around Kogasa's neck, and squeeze hard until she is good and unconscious (or dead)
-[x] Either grab the key with your toes if you can, or wrap your leg chain around Youmu and saw through her leather straps with your chain until she is free.

Burn life's house down!
>> No. 39756
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39756
[x] Wait until Kogasa is distracted with her head between your's or Youmu's legs
 [x] Lift your legs so you dangle from the ceiling, quickly loop your leg chain around Kogasa's neck, and squeeze hard until she is good and unconscious (or dead)
 [x] Either grab the key with your toes if you can, or wrap your leg chain around Youmu and saw through her leather straps with your chain until she is free.

You give Youmu the firmest, most confident gaze you can muster, even as a bit of drool trickles down her chin.

You tense as Kogasa’s tongue slides up and down your crack once more. Her panties shift in your mouth, squeezing out another dribble of her juices. You’ve got an idea.

She presses her nose between your ass-cheeks, probing your sphincter. Again. You breathe in. You’ll need an opening to pull this off. You give the chain above an experimental tug, testing your strength. Youmu yelps through the bars on her tongue, diverting your eyes.

Her wide eyes shift from terror to jittery nervousness. Kogasa’s tongue leaves you.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” Kogasa jogs away from you.

You twist, pushing your right breast between Youmu’s pair and leaning back behind your hanging arms to glance behind you.

Kogasa clears her throat, holding her right hand out. With only a light rustle, that giant, purple umbrella flies out from under it, sliding inside her outstretched hand. Its eye stares back at you, its giant tongue hanging.

She swings it upward and, reaching underneath it, pulls out a long and curved double-ended pink dildo. She gives you a giant, beaming grin as she tosses it to her umbrella’s giant tongue.

The tongue folds around the dildo, rubbing it.

“Just give me a second to have this lubed up for you lovebirds.”

“Hgh! Hgh!”

Something drips onto your right breast. You turn back around to find Youmu’s eyes wide again, her spit now dribbling off her chin, down to your chest. She beats the backs of her hands against her sides, twisting in her harness.

A slender but calloused hand slides down your back, along your ass, to poke at your pussy. “Spread those legs for me and be real still so it goes in easy, okay?”

You sigh into her disgusting panties, looking up to your dangling wrists as you spread your legs. You pull the chain taut just as you feel the head press against your pussy lips. You breathe in and out as what you pray to be the last of her juices dribbles down your throat.

You whimper as the rubber cock pokes at your lower lips, sending a shiver up your spine as it slides in. Then it stops, pushing into stiffer flesh. You look down, between both Youmu’s modest breasts and your own pair, seeing only the mock underwear around your crotch.

Involuntarily, you squeeze your thighs together to try to push the fat, ridged intruder out. You yelp as her hand crashes across your ass. Groaning, you spread your legs again, shuffling your hips to ease the pressure as she pushes it harder, squeezing it through your unyielding cunt. Youmu’s saliva trail shifts to your left breast as she fidgets, twisting her own bust around and grinding her nipples across your flesh.

Kogasa pushes it harder until, with a thump, it slams through you, the bend hitting your mound. You swallow, cheeks squeezing her now spit-soaked panties, fingers twitching and back shivering at the sensation of the repulsive, unwelcome shaft wedged inside you.

“There, much better. Now…” She glides around behind Youmu, reaching around her to grip the hard, pink shaft protruding from your pussy. She pulls it down, lining it up with Youmu’s slit. You stare into Youmu’s wide, teary eyes, offering the kindest gaze you can achieve with only your eyebrows.

You just need to wait for Kogasa to step within reach of your ankles.

Youmu’s teal pupils fixate on your joined crotches. You feel only subtle shifts inside you but find Youmu’s eyes clenching shut. You feel her body shiver against yours.

“Ghlr… Lgh.”

Her cheeks flush, spit trailing between both your breasts and hers, now.

The shifting slows down. You feel small twists and jerks, accompanied by Kogasa’s grunts, followed by Youmu’s.

“Grrr. Hey, Naoko. Help me out here.”

You stare down both pairs of breasts again, still blinded by your body and Youmu’s. She whimpers, shifting her hips.

“Give her a few thrusts, okay? It’s not going in.”

Youmu opens her eyes wide, shaking her head hard enough to send her spit flying to the sides.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Kogasa leans her head out from Youmu’s back, flat eyes boring into you. Slowly, shivering, you shake your head. Yuyuko will kill you if you take this any further.

She frowns. You close your eyes, holding firm. Kogasa leaps to her feet, sliding her hands around Youmu’s ass. She drags Youmu’s ass back, then shoves it forward. Youmu wails as the dildo jerks inside you. She drags Youmu’s ass back again.

“Hrghph!” You shout. Kogasa pauses.

You inhale through your nose. It’s too late to go back now. You need Kogasa relaxed enough to get in position. You need Youmu’s crotch to get through this. For both your sake and Youmu’s, you need to play this girl’s stupid game a little longer.

You offer Youmu your most apologetic eyes. She cocks her head, brows slanted, before they fly wide open again.

You pull your hips back, just slightly, then thrust. You’re softer than Kogasa was, but she still jerks back, yelping.

“Good, good. Keep doing that.”

Kogasa leaps to her feet and circles around your back again.

You thrust into Youmu again, she whimpers.

Kogasa shoves her face in your ass again. You jerk back, pressing the cheeks into her face before you thrust forward. The tongue presses to your sphincter. Again.

You shove forward. Again. The shaft shifts, triggering a warmth in your gut. You push it to the side, listening to Youmu’s garbled, broken yelps as you thrust Kogasa’s vile toy into her. With the end of each thrust, your ass bounces back into your captor’s face, pushing her back.

Youmu groans, wriggling on the cock, hands clenching and unclenching. The toy’s movements slow, jerking from something inside her.

Arms aching from your chains, back tiring, the cock beats into you with each thrust. Hips bouncing, Kogasa’s tongue playing with your asshole, you shiver, growing warm and wet.

“Ghleh!” Youmu yelps in pain. You pause, slowing. Something warm, wet, and sticky trails down your leg. After the parade of pussies you’ve been shoved into, you know quite well what its fluids feel like. Whatever trickles down your leg is something else.

Kogasa sighs. “Oh, you were a virgin. My bad.”

You stare down at her, frantic.

She stares back up. “Hey! It’s already gone, so get back to pounding her!”

You pause, turning back to Youmu. Youmu winces, eyes easing over time.

Kogasa slaps your ass. You jerk from her blow, then start, slow, and push into Youmu again.

Kogasa pulls her head from your ass and shuffles around you, stopping behind Youmu. Youmu’s eyes fly open again as she lets out a yelp. You pull back, slowly.

Wet, slurping noises sound out around Youmu’s ass, followed by a loud, disappointed sigh. Kogasa stands up and drops her arms over Youmu’s shoulders, nuzzling into her neck. The weight pushes her down, dragging you to up to your tiptoes.

“Your ass tastes way too much like mochi, you know that?”

Youmu’s looks up and away, her face burning red.

“You should go for a more earthy, rustic flavor, like Naoko.” Kogasa sticks her tongue out. “And the cheeks, my goodness. Your butt’s way too firm. A little bit’s kinda nice, sure. But there’s none of Naoko’s pillow softness. And the weight, the heft, they’re just not there. You need to eat more.”

Youmu whimpers, twisting her torso as Kogasa slips her tongue back in and slides her hands down Youmu’s ass.

“Jeez guys, no one came yet.”

Youmu lets out a shivering whine as Kogasa drags her back, almost off the damn cock. She holds Youmu’s hips there. “Well? Are you gonna get back to fucking, or do I have do it all myself?”

You twitch. She shoves Youmu’s hips down again, slamming her into your crotch. Youmu screams and you squeal as the shaft grinds itself deeper inside you. Kogasa steps back, staring hard at you over Youmu’s shoulder. Shutting your eyes, you take the hint and move your hips.

With only a few more thrusts, a few more hits to Youmu’s crotch shoving jerking the rubber menace inside you, you grow hot. Youmu’s skin burns against yours, her heavy-lidded, aqua eyes dancing away from your own. Every twist and bounce of her breasts glances across your own quaking chest.

Your chains clatter. Your skin beads with sweat. Youmu lets out a soft, muffled mewl. Kogasa stands back as you pound the disgusting toy into your one-time protector’s vulnerable pussy. Your stomach twists even as your crotch begs for more. Then, with a shudder, the final wave of pleasure washes over you.

Heart pounding and lungs straining, a long and loud, shuddering groan filters through your captor’s underwear to escape the engraved plate on your lips.

Exhausted, you sag in your chains, held up only by the rafter and the damn dildo. You wince as you feel the sticky trickle running down both your leg and hers.

Kogasa steps around to your left, tapping her feet. She waits a moment. Silence hangs over the room. Kogasa sighs, then drops to her knees and tugs on the dildo. With a couple jerks, she drags it out of your pussies.

“I guess your girlfriend can wait. But just this once, okay?”

You groan through her damn panties. You’re still under her perverted thumb, but at least your pussy’s empty. Then Kogasa pushes you aside, rotating you as she squeezes between the two of you.

“Fatten it up next time, okay?”

Looking down, you find Kogasa kissing Youmu’s pussy. She pulls back, just starting to stand. She’s in position, or at least as close as she’s going to get. With your arms and back already aching, you won’t have any strength left the next time.

You tug your wrists downward, jerking Youmu up. She yelps as you lift your feet off the ground. You’re no athlete, but you manage to get your ankles just high enough to hurl your them out, over Kogasa’s head and behind her neck. You jerk them back across her shoulders. You drag the chain around her neck, sliding one ankle toward the other to cross…

They stop cold, held in place by firm, powerful hands. She stares back up at you, arms raised to hold your ankles, eyes wide and mouth gaping. You shove your feet toward each other, twisting and straining just to get the chain closer to her damn windpipe. Chains rattle and muscles burn, your best efforts barely budge under her iron grip, then she hurls them back away and down to the floor. You stagger back, jerking Youmu with you by her collar.

Kogasa walks behind you as you regain your bearings, your breasts once more pressed to Youmu’s chest.

You failed.

“How… how could you!”

Wincing, you glance over your shoulder to find Kogasa’s seething glare.

“Did you even stop for a second to think about your poor anklets? They were made to hold you. This was supposed to be their best moment! And what do you do? You go and use them to hurt their maker.”

Kogasa sniffles.

“They deserved better! So much better!” Her shoulders sag. “Fine. I’ve seen human mothers. I know how to treat naughty girls.”

She snags the umbrella back up. With a heavy thump, she smacks it into her hand. Stepping forward, she thumps it again, and again. She exhales long and slow, stopping just behind you.

She swings the umbrella back. You tense.

Whack!

It’s wide, wet, and heavy tongue crashes into your ass, shoving you into Youmu with its weight. You swing on the chains a moment before—

Whack!

You yelp, lurching forward again, ass moist and stinging.

Whack!

You barely swing back in time for the next—

Whack!

A muffled wail rises from your throat as your ass heats up.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

You wince, your own eyes moistening as blow upon blow rains down on your poor ass, small yelps and squeals escaping your stuffed lips with each one.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

A pause comes, bringing a pause to your halting cries. Your wrists sting, your arms, legs, and back ache. Your ass burns.

Slam!

“HLLLGHK!”

You scream in pain as Kogasa delivers one final blow, almost knocking you off your feet with the impact.

A thick, papery object clatters to the floor.

“Just wait right there so I can fix this!”

Liquid drips from your burning ass-cheeks as Kogasa sniffles, her feet pounding away to your left.

You hear a click just before she throws herself through the door.

“Hlgh Hwey.” Youmu stars into you with soft, sympathetic eyes.

You look down, closing your eyes and trying to shut out the fire in your ass and the thought of what she’d just done.

And the thought of what you’d just done.

Your captor, your two-time rapist, just spanked you like a naughty child. You’re still rubbing your bare nipples into your naked would-be savior, the woman you just came on.

You hiccup, leaning your head into Youmu’s shoulder as a heavy shudder rolls through your body. You’ve no idea what Youmu tried to say and you couldn’t respond if you wanted to. You barely care that the nipples pressing into you are not entirely soft, or the slight trails of her juices running down your thigh. Your arms sway near her head and your legs bump into hers. You’re even okay with the drool gliding down your shoulder.

You rest there a moment, trying to shut out your numerous aches, your weakened, sore muscles, and your wounded ass.

Footsteps thump down the hallway, just before the door slams into the wall. You lift your head and open your eyes to find Kogasa carrying another leather mass, this time a navy blue with a single touch of red. She shuts and locks the door behind her, then marches to the bed, throws the leather mass onto it, and stomps to your right.

Reaching between your necks, she snaps the chain at both ends, tossing it to the floor. She then snaps the chains from Youmu’s shoulders, one at a time, disconnecting her from the rafter.

“I worked really hard on those, you know.” Kogasa mutters.

Sighing in garbled relief, you sag, staggering back. The chain your wrists hung from slides across the bar, then thumps to the floor, pooling near your feet. Exhausted, you collapse to the floor yourself, only for your beaten ass to wring a muffled scream from your throat when you land. Shivering, you lie down and roll onto your side.

“Hlh, Whlh!” Youmu twists and squirms as Kogasa hauls her up over her shoulder, only to throw her back down a few steps away. Youmu’s ass crashes into the floor by the far wall.

Kogasa spins around and marches toward you. You lift your hands up on instinct, but it doesn’t matter. She just grabs your sides and lifts you up, throwing you to the bed. You crash into the cushions, your chains clinking and even the blanket stinging your backside.

“All that work, for a stupid, mean girl like you.”

You curl back onto your side, barely getting a chance to glance at the blue leather to your left before Kogasa unlocks your first ankle cuff. You glance down your body to find the other unlocked as well. Reverently, she sets them on the floor. You pull yourself backward, down the bed.

Youmu curls into the corner of the dresser and the wall.

Kogasa picks up a long leather boot with a heel somehow longer than Youmu’s. And another series of straps with d-links down one side. You scoot to your right, away from her, only for her eyes to snap right on you.

You have barely a chance to blink before a hand shoots out and grabs your ankle, dragging you back. Wrist chain jingling, you let out a muffled, garbled screech, clawing at the blankets for purchase, flailing for something, anything to grab on to and pull yourself away as she drags you toward her.

“You don’t deserve my babies. They can do better than you.”

She stops just as your knees reach the edge. Grabbing hold of your violet boot, she tugs, hauling it off in one smooth motion. She then throws your other boot off. You kick at her, only for her to catch your foot and stuff it down one of the leather boots.

You twist and squirm, breathing hard as she forces the leather down your leg, up to your mid-thigh. She pulls the top strap tight, buckling it. One by one, she does the same for each buckle.

You hear a click. Glancing to the door, you find it hanging just slightly open. Straining your head up, around Kogasa, you find Youmu looking toward it as well.

You squirm as Kogasa pulls the second boot up, but your burning muscles dampen your efforts. Soon it, too, is buckled tight. Youmu wiggles her hips, lurching slowly around the dresser. Kogasa notices your eyes, sliding her own toward…

You kick your leather-bound legs down, into her hands, smashing them into the blanket. Her angry eyes snap back to you as she pulls a silver padlock from the pile. Forcing your thighs together, she runs it through the top links and shuts it. She grabs another and works her way down, sealing your legs together as Youmu wiggles to the next wall.

Youmu shuffles down the wall as Kogasa climbs onto the bed, crawling over you. You gulp as she unlocks your remaining shackles and sets them delicately by the pillows. In one last quaking, terrified hurrah, you plant your arms into her gut and shove. She just groans and throws your hands aside, then reaches under your back to snap your mock bra loose. Slinging it down your beaten arms, she tosses it aside and pulls a mass of blue leather straps over you.

Exhausted, beaten, and sore, you strain and squirm as she pulls them around your body and fits them into place, under the collar. But you barely slow her down, failing even to stop her from yanking the panties down your thighs to make way for the thigh straps. Panties bunched up over the top padlock, you find yourself covered in a blue version of the same diamond pattern Youmu wears.

Youmu stops by the door, sending a worried, drooling glance back your way. You give only the tiniest nod as Kogasa sets to work tightening your straps. Soon the leather bites into your skin, pushing your breasts out even more than they did Youmu’s.

It makes you look disgusting. Obscene.

And they hurt. Kogasa finishes around your crotch, tightening a pair of straps around your throbbing ass-cheeks. You hear a quiet swing and find Youmu gone. It’s only when Kogasa flips you onto your back that you realize something odd. She strapped the harness under your arms, not over.

Then she tears your gloves off, slings your arms around your sides, and presses your arms together into your back. She drags a long leather sleeve over them, with a compartment at the end that forces your hands flat against each other. She buckles a strap around your wrists, sealing your hands inside. She pulls three more straps tight, each pressing your arms tighter together.

By the time she clips the end of the sleeve into your shoulder straps, your sore arms throb in compressed pain. Her hands move to the back of your head, where they undo the straps, loosening the metal plate. She flips you onto your back again, peeling the plate off and setting it behind the pillows.

You raise your aching hips, just to keep your throbbing ass off the blanket.

A muffled squeal floats through the walls, followed by the sound of magic bullets. You lie back, praying that Youmu makes it out of that.

Kogasa grips the cotton between your teeth and yanks it out, glaring.

“You don’t even deserve these.”

For the first time in what already feels like ages, you move your lips.

“Um, Ms. Kogasa.” You give her the most disarming smile you’ve got. “I’ll be good. I promise, so don’t…” She pulls out a fat black ball with red straps. Your eyes widen. “You don’t need to do th-glph.” She shoves it between your teeth, sliding another triangle strap around your nose and pulling them tight behind your head.

With one last buckling, you find your cheeks stretched wide and yourself thoroughly muffled once more.

“You can talk later. First you have to make up for hurting my girls.”

At least there’s no pussy on it this time. You wiggle, finding both legs and arms locked tight.

She glowers, then rolls you back to your front. She wraps her hands around your waist, folding your legs together as she pulls your ass backward.

She takes a deep breath. “Look, you did some very bad things, but my babies really want to serve their purpose.” Something rustles, then a hard, metal rod slides down your crack to poke your asshole. “I can still forgive you, but it won’t be easy anymore. You’ll need to take my other half. My umbrella, that is. If you take it as deep as you can, I’ll give you a chance to be reunited with them, okay?”

You twist and squirm. “Wlgph! Wlgph!”

Kogasa groans. “Just stop, okay? You’re taking me in one way or the other.” She squeezes your burning ass. She sighs. “But, I guess if you roll over, I’ll let you take it in your cute little pussy instead.”

Your lips slide up and down the ball.

[ ] Roll over.

[ ] Stay still.

[ ] Squirm.

[ ] Write-in.

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>> No. 39758
Minor note: I'd cropped the update image. Original is: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/1720159
>> No. 39759
[x] Stay still.

Kogasa has proven she is too much for us. Best not to make her any more angry. Maybe if we give her what she wants she will treat us better.
>> No. 39760
[X]"Where's Youmu?'
[X] Stay still.

She did work really hard on those chains. That kinda thing deserves a reward.
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