Perversities of Imperishable Lust

-=Chapter 2: The Rain of Cherry Blossoms Over Paradise=-
In the darkened labyrinth among the moon-illuminated bamboo, anything can happen.
Was it just a lunatic illusion that elevated the girl to “Reisyouden” (legendary place)?

Sakuya sat in the darkness for what seemed like days. Occasionally she fidgeted, squirming about in a futile attempt to shift into a more comfortable position. All the while, she contemplated recent happenings.

She didn’t understand how she had gotten here, or why Eirin wanted her so badly, but most of all she didn’t understand why Eirin’s hand had felt so good. Sakuya had tried touching herself down there once, in bed after giving her beloved mistress Remilia a sponge bath, but had felt very uncomfortable and stopped; it was nothing like this time. She was at once enamored with the overwhelming pleasure she had just received, and frightened of the power it gave Eirin over her.

Finally Eirin walked back in, a small carafe in her hand. She removed Sakuya’s gag and, her demeanor strangely warm and matronly, held the vessel to her lips.
“Drink,” she encouraged the maid. “It’s formulated to contain all the nutrients necessary for health, and more importantly, it boosts stamina.”
Sakuya didn’t want to think about why her stamina would be relevant, but drank the liquid anyway. Its flavor was very mild and vaguely herbal.
“By the way, Miss Sakuya,” Eirin asked as she put the empty carafe aside. “You’re a virgin, right?”
Sakuya turned away, a flush spreading rapidly across her face, and remained silent.
“Please, Miss Sakuya. An honest answer is in the best interest of both of us.”
“Y... yes...” Sakuya mumbled, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the floor.
“Oh, a first-timer.” Eirin smiled her cloyingly sweet smile. “Let’s make this something special then, shall we?”

Sakuya lay on a soft futon (although its quality was the least of her concerns,) wearing nothing but her maid bonnet and the ribbons tied on the ends of her braids. Her hands remained tied, but the rope connecting them to her feet was gone, and her ankles were tied to the ends of a length of bamboo, spreading her smooth legs wide. She stared apprehensively at her exposed vagina, a red glow clinging tenaciously to her cheeks.

“Relax,” Eirin said, undressing herself. “I assure you, this will feel wonderful.”
Sakuya’s only response was to glare at her captor in a tenuous show of bravery, a façade that rapidly fell as Eirin approached. Her nude form was rather alluring by any standard, and a small part of Sakuya was almost looking forward to what was about to happen. (The part of her, however, that was scared senseless remained predominant.)

“Don’t worry, I think you’ll greatly enjoy this,” Eirin cooed as she leaned in close, her ample breasts brushing against Sakuya’s, eliciting a short gasp. Lavishing kisses on the maid’s lips, neck and nipples, Eirin massaged Sakuya’s clitoris until her fingers were thoroughly coated in clear secretions. Then she pushed them into the girl.
Sakuya’s euphoric moans quickly gave way to a brief yelp. Eirin picked up a towel and wiped the blood from her hand.

“With that unpleasant little bit out of the way, we can get to the enjoyable part.” Eirin smiled again and pushed her fingers deep into Sakuya’s vagina, arcing them upward and feeling around until the girl’s soft, low moaning was supplanted by a short cry of ecstasy. She continued to rub gently.
Sakuya knew she shouldn’t be enjoying this. She tried to ignore the mounting pleasure and think about other things, such as work or beating incompetent door guards up, but the stimulation was too much, and her self-control ebbed away as her arousal grew stronger and stronger. She soon climaxed, gasping “Remilia!” before she caught herself.

“Oh, how cute. You must love your old mistress very much,” Eirin said with a giggle, before holding up a pair of dripping wet fingers. “Would you like to taste yourself?”
“Not really...” Sakuya replied between heavy breaths.
“Come on, every girl needs to know this kind of thing.” Eirin placed her index finger briefly inside Sakuya’s mouth, brushing her tongue. The liquid had a strange, vaguely sweet flavor to it. “How do you like it?”
Sakuya turned her head away in response.
“I don’t suppose you’re up for another go?”
“N-no...”
“Okay, don’t push yourself.” Eirin untied Sakuya’s ankles from the spreader bar, then tied them together again, pulling the ropes tight before knotting them. “However, tomorrow I’m going to make you return the favor.”
Before Sakuya could ask what her captor meant by that, a knotted cloth was forced into her mouth and tied off behind her head.

Sakuya was carried back into the room she was in before and laid down on a small futon that had been placed there in her absence. She quickly fell into a deep, dreamless slumber.