Perversities of Imperishable Lust

-=Chapter 4: Flight of the Scarlet Moon’s Elegant Servant=-
The girl lived in the house of apparitions.
All the locked doors were opened, untouched.

Sakuya awoke on her futon, aroused by a gentle shake to her shoulder. She looked up and was mildly surprised, as the hand that had awakened her belonged not to Eirin, but to a fair-skinned girl of light frame, with ankle-length, light purple hair topped by a pair of crooked rabbit ears.
“Reisen?” Sakuya murmured, blinking the sleep from her eyes.
“Umm... hi, Miss Sakuya,” Reisen responded, avoiding direct eye contact. “Master Eirin is busy this morning, so she sent me to feed you... says you can be trusted with solid food now.”
“And I suppose you’ll be hand-feeding me?” the maid asked, eyeing the bowl in Reisen’s other hand. It was piled high with rice, from which a pair of dark wood chopsticks stuck out to the side.
“That’s right,” the bunny girl responded. Her red eyes wandered downward to avoid Sakuya’s face; they settled for a split second on her bare breasts and shot back up.
“Well, you know, Reisen, I think it’d be much easier if you just loosened my bonds a little... so I could eat, you know...”
“I don’t know, Sakuya... what if you try something?”
“I’m unarmed; see for yourself. Besides, it’ll only be a few minutes...”
“Well... okay,” Reisen responded in a hesitant tone. She set down the bowl, walked behind Sakuya and began to untie her wrists.
The ropes fell slack and Reisen squeaked as Sakuya turned and slammed a fist into her temple. The bunny girl collapsed against the maid.

Reisen, bound hand and foot and clad in nothing but her blue-and-white striped underwear, looked up at Sakuya in abject terror.
The maid, sporting Reisen’s light pink miniskirt and white blouse, examined herself as best she could in the absence of a mirror. “A little tight around the bust, but rather cute,” she mused.
“Please don’t hurt me...” Reisen pleaded in a near-whisper.
“Oh, I’m not planning on hurting you. You can even have your jacket back.” Sakuya draped the bunny girl’s black velvet jacket around her slender shoulders. “Although... I can’t exactly have you calling for help, and letting everyone know I’m loose.”
Reisen struggled against her ropes as her red necktie was tied over her mouth. “Mmmf!”
Sakuya bolted her food and set the empty bowl down. “Thanks,” she said as she turned to leave.

Sakuya blinked a few times as she traversed darkened hallway after darkened hallway. She wondered how the bunny girls were able to get around, and quickly rationalized that it was because of all the carrots in their diet.
But then, what about Eirin, she thought, before being interrupted by a sharp pricking sensation in her neck. Instinctively she reached up for where she had felt it, and her hand dislodged something small, light and thin. She barely got a look at the offending object before the hallway began to spin. The floor rushed up to meet her as darkness swirled down before her eyes.

The maid awoke to the gentle tone of Eirin’s voice, albeit with a slight hint of annoyance. “Welcome back to the world of the conscious, Sakuya.”
“Unnh...” Sakuya was in no hurry to open her eyes, but she could deduce from the cold air’s touch on her skin (her nipples in particular) that she was once again naked, and it was of course a given that she was tied up. Strangely, however, she didn’t feel ground, or, for that matter, much of anything, beneath her. Succumbing to curiosity, she took a good look at herself, and was rather distressed to find that she was hanging in the air from an array of ropes, her arms bound behind her back and her legs spread wide, each calf tied to its respective thigh. Most worrisome was the triangular wooden wedge just half a foot below the junction of her legs.
Eirin continued. “You certainly surprised me, managing to escape. Udonge has of course been disciplined for her carelessness. But of course it would be unfair to only punish her and do nothing to you, right?”
Sakuya said nothing in return.
“Not one for small talk, hm? Well, if you want to get right to the punishment, then who am I to stop you?” Eirin walked over to a set of pulleys.

Sakuya tried valiantly to resist the pain as she was slowly lowered onto the wedge, and its top edge began to press into her vagina. When the ropes supporting her were loosed and her full weight came to rest on her crotch, however, she could hold in her scream no longer.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Eirin asked with characteristic calmness.
Sakuya sobbed, but remained otherwise silent; she absolutely would not allow herself to be coerced by torture. Besides, she had been hurt worse before, although not quite in this manner—her thoughts were interrupted by a feeling of wetness, and she looked down to see, much to her dismay, a rivulet of vaginal fluid making its way down the side of the wedge. She squirmed for a few minutes, succeeding only in driving the wedge’s point further into herself. Defeated, she finally stopped moving and, with a low whimper, watched her juices trickle down the wedge.
“So, still feeling recalcitrant?” Eirin spoke up.
“I... I’ll never betray my mistress...”
Eirin walked over and gently lifted her captive’s chin. “I’m not asking you to renounce Remilia. I’m simply asking you to swear fealty to me.”
“N-no...”
“Fine. I’ll give you some time to think.” Eirin placed two clothespins on the stiff pink buds of Sakuya’s nipples, and cut off her cry of pain with a generous amount of adhesive tape.
“Fmmmmr!” Sakuya protested. Eirin’s response was to tie a cloth over her eyes.

Sakuya pulled at her bonds a little and moaned into her gag as she heard Eirin’s departing footsteps. After that, she lost track of time as pain and pleasure flooded her consciousness, pushing out all other thoughts. Thus she wasn’t sure if it was five minutes or five hours before Eirin returned and removed her gag and blindfold.
“Have you changed your mind?” the Lunarian asked curtly.
Sakuya slowly nodded.
“Good. I knew you’d come to your senses soon enough.” Eirin untied her captive’s legs, helped her off the wedge and fastened a collar around her neck. The leather felt cold and smooth against her skin. “Welcome to your new life, Sakuya Izayoi.”