Perversities of Imperishable Lust

-=Chapter 3: Path of the Weaving Boundary=-
Charming domination.
The border was more intricate than any spider’s web.

Eirin walked over to Sakuya and, kneeling before her futon, gently shook her by the shoulder. When this failed to awaken the bound girl, she reached over and pinched her in the buttock.
Sakuya snapped awake with a muffled cry and glared at her captor, blushing.

“Ah, you’re so cute. You were the perfect choice for the... position,” Eirin said with a broad smile.
“Mmmmmph...”
Eirin produced the carafe from the day before and undid Sakuya’s gag. “Drink up. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”
“It’s morning? I couldn’t tell...”
“Living here does make some things hard, I suppose... but Lunarian wisdom more than compensates.”

Eirin fed Sakuya the potion, then began to disrobe.
“Wh-what are you doing?” a bewildered Sakuya asked, not sure whether to turn away in embarrassment or take in the sight.
“I said last night that you would have to return the favor.” Eirin walked up to Sakuya and, lifting her to her knees, drew the maid’s head near her crotch. “I want you to perform oral sex on me. This is probably your first time, so I’ll tell you what to do—“

Sakuya lashed out with her teeth, and would have bitten Eirin in a rather sensitive area had she not quickly recoiled.
“Petulant,” Eirin spat as she shoved a wadded-up kerchief into the maid’s mouth and tied another cloth over it. “I didn’t want to have to do this, but I’m going to need to discipline you.”
“Mmmmph!” Although Sakuya had no idea what kind of exotic, cruel, alien tortures the Lunarian had in store for her, she was resolved not to give in, no matter how much pain her body was put through.

Thus, she was a little surprised when, rather than fetching a whip or some extremely sadistic-looking implement, Eirin merely tied a rope around her waist; it wasn’t even that tight. Eirin continued, weaving the loose ends multiple times around Sakuya’s body and through existing loops of rope until an elaborate pattern of ropes adorned the front and back of her upper torso, pinning her upper arms to her sides and squeezing her lovely breasts, pushing them out a little.
“Hrmmmf...” Sakuya said with a deep blush as she looked down at her ropes. Neatly tied in geometric shapes, they formed a rather artistic design that she might have found beautiful were it not being applied to her.
“And don’t think we’re done just yet,” Eirin teased, giving Sakuya’s nipple a light pinch. She then tied another rope around the maid’s waist, but this time routed the loose ends down, between her legs.
“MMMMPH!” Sakuya cried as the rope was pulled back up—hard—and tied off. It dug painfully into her vagina, and set her struggling anew—although given the stringency of her bondage, all she could do was squirm helplessly, which seemed to increase her captor’s desire all the more. Still, for the discomfort of the crotch rope, it felt rather pleasurable, in a way. “Mmm-mmmm...” she moaned, looking up at a very satisfied-looking Eirin and wondering what was going to happen next.

Sakuya hung from the ceiling of a large hallway, suspended by lines tied to various points on the rope harness entrapping her body. (Her crotch rope was one of them, much to her dismay.) As she watched her feet dangle a meter above the straw-mat floor, the maid wondered what exactly the point of this punishment was. Although her ties were uncomfortable, they didn’t exactly seem like a torture devised by a genius-level intellect.

The girl got her answer as multitudes of bunny-eared girls began to pass through the hallway. Some laughed, some stared and some even touched. What stung Sakuya’s pride the most, however, were those who beheld her predicament with pity in their eyes. The day passed torturously slowly, and by the time Eirin came to retrieve her captive, a single tear was making its way down the girl’s cheek.
“So, have you learned your lesson?” the Lunarian asked without bothering to remove Sakuya’s gag.
“Mmmmmmph...”
“I do hope this little demonstration has put some humility into you. I’d hate to have to get serious and mar your nice body.”
“Hrmmmf.”
“But enough of that.” Eirin’s expression brightened abruptly. “You look all sweaty—why don’t we try out Eientei’s famous open-air bath?”

Eirin let Sakuya down and removed most of her bonds, smirking as she noticed that the maid’s crotch rope was dripping wet. Leaving her wrists bound, she escorted the maid to a tranquil spring and lowered her into the warm water.
“Ahhhh...” Sakuya intoned almost instinctually as her gag was removed; the perfect temperature of the water and its barely perceptible motion wore down her sense of distress as well as the tension in her muscles.
“I knew you’d like it,” Eirin said with a warm smile as she undressed. “Now, hold still so I can wash you.”
Sakuya saw no reason to resist, and acquiesced to Eirin’s skillfully wielded sponge—that is, of course, until it found its way to her groin and refused to move from there. Tugging at her bonds, she half-squealed, half-moaned.
“Oh, don’t be so difficult. I broke your hymen yesterday, and today you had a rope in there all day. You need a good cleaning there,” Eirin reprimanded her.
“Can’t you just untie me and let me wash myself?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Sakuya.”

Elsewhere, beyond a vast forest and a freezing lake in the mountains, a young-looking girl with a pair of bat wings on her back stomped around the halls of an entirely crimson mansion.
“Sakuya! SAKUYA!” the cute, pink-clad girl shouted, her blue-tressed head whipping back and forth as she grew more and more irritated. “I’m hungry!”
“She hasn’t been back for a couple days now, has she,” commented a purple-haired, sleepy-eyed girl.
“No, she hasn’t. Do you think she ran away?”
“She would never do that; she’s too loyal. Wherever she is, I’m fairly certain she’s there against her will.”
“Steal my servants, will they?” The short girl touched her fingertips together. “Whoever the culprit is, I’ll show her the consequences of crossing Remilia Scarlet!”
Remilia’s high-pitched laughter reverberated through the blood-red halls.

Meanwhile, Sakuya, clean and fortified with another draught of the elixir, fell asleep with her head in Eirin’s lap.