Perversities of Imperishable Lust

Perversities of Imperishable Lust

This fanfic is erotic Touhou fanfic in violation of common decency and Berne Convention.
Girls do their best now and are preparing. Please watch warmly until it is ready.
Perfect and elegant maid was stolen! What will you discover in the house of eternity?

-=Chapter 1: The Maid and the Corrupted Cage=-
The paradise was already Eirin’s playground.
Tonight will be a long night...

Sakuya opened her eyes to a wholly unfamiliar ceiling. This wasn’t the Scarlet Devil
Mansion. As a matter of fact, it wasn’t anywhere Sakuya recognized at all.

She absently tried to rub her eyes, and when her hands wouldn’t move, she snapped instantly into alertness. Her wrists and ankles were bound firmly with taut rope, and a short cord connecting her wrist ties to her ankle ties kept her knees bent and her hands tucked neatly into the small of her back.

Even in the unlikely event that her knives and spell cards hadn’t been taken, Sakuya reasoned, there was no way she could reach them while she was bound like this. Her tugs at her bonds became pulling and straining, but for all the force she mustered, the knots would not budge. Finally, she gave up and, with difficulty, scooted up to a wall and sat against it to wait for her captor, or anyone really, to explain what was going on.

The ornate paper door into the small room slid open, and a beautiful woman in red and blue walked in, her hip-length silver hair dangling behind her in a very thick braid.
“Eirin?” Sakuya’s frustration turned briefly into surprise. “I knew you guys were weird, but... I’m not into getting tied up, you know...”
Eirin knelt before Sakuya and smiled warmly at her. She ran a hand through her captive’s shoulder-length silver hair, around her pale pink maid bonnet, and briefly caressed one of the two long braids that hung on either side of the clearly uncomfortable girl’s face. “Ah, little Miss Izayoi, how naïve you are.”
An expression of slight annoyance crossed Sakuya’s pretty face. “Just because you’re a millennium older than I am doesn’t give you the right to call me—“
“You didn’t let me finish.” Eirin put a dainty finger to Sakuya’s soft pink lips. “You already know that I spent many lifetimes of yours cooped up, a refugee isolated from everything outside this manor’s walls. And, of course, we all have needs... needs that, left unsatisfied, grow stronger with every passing year, until...”
“What does this have to do with me?” Sakuya asked, although she already had a pretty good idea of what the answer was, and she was almost certain she wouldn’t like it.
“Ah, how rude of me. I forgot about the limited intelligence of humans.” Eirin’s hand had by now come to rest on Sakuya’s firm, shapely thigh, adjacent to the lacy hem of her skirt. “To be straightforward, you shall serve me as a courtesan.”
“I’d sooner die!”
“I thought you’d say that, although I don’t think you’ll make good on that threat.” Eirin took a soft, clean cloth from her pocket. “Of course, it’s better to err on the side of caution. Can’t have you biting your tongue, now...”
Sakuya was unable to provide much resistance beside fruitlessly pulling her head away, as Eirin inserted the midsection of the cloth into her mouth and tied the ends at the back of her head.

“Mmmmph!” Sakuya’s protests were rendered incomprehensible by her gag.
“No questions? Good.” Eirin giggled for a second at her own joke. “Now it’s time to get you attired properly.”
“Mmmm, mrrrrf! Mmm mmmmm!”
Eirin showed Sakuya a blue-hilted steel knife of excellent craftsmanship and acute sharpness. “Recognize this?”
Sakuya, of course, did. It belonged to her. She tried to make a comment about Eirin’s stupid questions, but all that came out was “nmmmm, mmmph mrph.”
“Hold still so I don’t cut you.” Eirin ran the knife down the front of Sakuya’s clothing, and the blade passed easily through the ribbon tied around her collar, through her French maid dress, and through her apron. Eirin removed the ruined clothing and took a step back to admire the voluptuous figure of her blushing, lingerie-clad captive.

“Nmmmm!” Sakuya protested as Eirin approached again and unhooked her elaborately patterned bra.
“You’re a very attractive young woman, you know.” Eirin punctuated her monologue with kisses, first on Sakuya’s cherry-red cheeks, then on her smooth and fair neck, as she cupped the maid’s full, round breasts in her hands. “Very qualified. I think you’ll come to enjoy life here.”
“MMMPH!”
“It’s not good for your health to be so tense,” Eirin chided Sakuya. “Here, this should help.”
Sakuya jumped (purely in the figurative sense, of course) and squeaked into her gag as Eirin’s index and middle fingers pressed against the crotch of her panties. Eirin rubbed up and down firmly and methodically, and with each stroke, an increasingly stronger wave of pleasure radiated through Sakuya’s body, carrying warmth and relaxation with it. A tiny wet spot appeared on the front of her panties and began to grow steadily as Sakuya’s angered “Mmmmph!”s became soft, elated “Mmmmm...”s.
Eirin smiled. “My, such a reaction, and from so little stimulus, too. You’re certainly the most interesting human I’ve ever met.”
“Mmmmm...” Sakuya had in her desire almost forgotten about her abduction.
“Unfortunately, I have other things to do now, but I’ll be seeing you quite soon. I trust you won’t be going anywhere.” Eirin giggled again, then turned and left, leaving Sakuya to languish in her ropes, gag, wet panties and disorientation about what had just happened.