Chapter 7 - Slaving Emiru (Texts)

*Clunk!*
 
The door slammed close as you entered the passenger seat. Under the brief shimmer of the streetlight, you were just able to make out who was driving.
 
“Doublelift?”
 
“Sup.”
 
He was grinning as he revved up the engine of the car, turning the wheel so that you could get off the curb and onto the street. You drove in silence for a couple of seconds before you opened your mouth to speak again.
 
“So… what’s going on?”
 
Doublelift said nothing but nodded his head to the back of the car. You turned to the backseat to see a blonde woman in a blue and white floral dress, coy smile spotlighted by the moonlight. 

 



“You’re an easy man to track.”
 
“Leena?”
 
She clapped her hands with a tilt at the side of her head.
 
“Correct!”
 
You processed things for a moment. So Leena somehow knew your location, when you would be finishing up with Kyedae, and orchestrated this pick up. Ignoring the non-essentials, you posed to her what you believed to be the most important question.
 
“Why are you here?”
 
To that, Leena pondered for a moment. Despite being unable to see her eyes clearly, her expression read like someone who was thinking about how to phrase what they were going to say, not what they were actually going to say itself.
 
“Hm, connecting?” 
 
Connecting. That rang a bell. You remembered seeing a message with no sender address using that exact same word. Something about being in touch soon. There wasn’t much more than that, plus there was no name involved, so you presumed it to be spam.
 
“A friend of a friend of a friend told me about you.”
 
“Good things, I hope.”
 
“Quite right.”
 
“So what’s on the agenda, you looking for a quick fuck?”
 
Immediately, you remembered Doublelift was still in the car. You turned to him apologetically, hastily trying to patch up your sentiment, “Uh, if you’re cool with that obviously.”
 
Doublelift just laughed, “Nah you’re good man. You’re not that far off anyways.”
 
Well that was good news.
 
“Not exactly. I’m just here to… establish a base relationship. You’re quite the busy man. Even if you had it in you to go another round, I’m afraid I would need you for much longer than that.”
 
How could someone sound so ominous and sexy at the same time? At thatsame moment, Doublelift reached into his pocket and handed you a card. You flipped it over, and then over again, inspecting it under the bright starlight. It simply contained a phone number, typed out in a machine font. 
 
“Text us whenever you’re done with your requests. I suspect we’ll be finishing our preparations around the same time you finish off your remaining three girls. Well, four I guess. I’ll be waiting.”
 
“Hold on, how do you even know about this? Even Brodin didn’t know how many messages I got.”
 
Her face shifted upon hearing Brodin’s name, but you weren’t sure what emotion she was conveying. Soon enough, she was back to her mischievous smile
 
“It’s my business to know and your business to do. But believe me. I do have both of our best interests at heart.”
 
You were going to continue, saying what she said didn’t explain anything at all, but Doublelift interrupted you.
 
“Your stop’s coming up.”
 
You looked forward again and realized he was right. You also realized that they knew your new resident address despite you never giving them the directions.
 
“Have a good night. I’ll be awaiting our next meeting.” The car came to a slow halt in front of your complex. You opened your mouth as to speak, but simply closed it and exited the car. Maybe it was just better to be left in the dark. Leena seemed to be promising you a good, albeit risque, time anyways and you didn’t want to mess it up. 
 
The car departed and disappeared in the darkness of the night. You watched it until you could no more, before turning around and heading up to your place. As you entered the elevator, you leaned your head back into the wall. What a long day. Your plate was really starting to fill up and, even though it was ecstatically enjoyable, you were feeling rather exhausted. 
 
You walked into your place and turned on the light.
 
“Holy shit!” 
 
Sitting on your couch was darked haired woman in pajamas. She had her hair tied up in a pony tail and a leash that extended to the floor. Her hand immediately raised to cover her eyes as she flinched at the startling light. She reached up and took off an earbud, putting it back into it’s case.
 
“A warning next time would be nice.” You recognized her when she turned directly to you. Emiru.
 
 

Man, it’s just woman after woman. That wasn’t something you’d ever thought you’d think in your head but times were changing. 
 
“What are you doing in my room?”
 
She looked at you confusedly. “I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand what play you’re getting at here.”

“What?”
 
“Like roleplay? Am I some sexy burglar or something?”
Your mind raced as you attempted to recall the text regarding Emiru. 
 
Hey! It’s Brodin. I kinda have a deal going on with Emiru right now where she’ll whore out herself to premium clients to keep her viewership. There wasn’t really anyone on the table this week, so I thought why not? I signed her up for you. Since this is a bit of a new arrangement, she has a bit of an attitude. I was hoping you could break her in for me? Just work your magic! Peep the information below. You’re free to do what you want until the weekend, I’ll need her back then for another event. Have fun!  
 
Cheers, 
Brodin 
 
She was supposed to come later than this if you recalled correctly.
 
“I thought you were coming in the morning. He said you were arriving Thursday.”
 
Emiru rolled her eyes. Her tone had a sarcastic wit to it that you haven’t heard from the others. 
 
“Yeah. So it’s Thursday. I’m here, 12 am. I’ve been waiting here for hours.”
 
You weren’t expecting her to arrive so soon but a win is a win. 
 
“So you’re here to do whatever I want right?”
 
“Yeah dumbass,” Emiru said, defiantly. Her voice had a biting tone to it.
 
Feisty. You liked that hint of rebellion in a girl. It was partly why Kyedae was so alluring. Emiru, however, had this stat amped up as high as it could get. 
 
You would’ve loved to just absolutely rail Emiru until she came her brains out but you thought of a better way to mess around with her, especially since you were a bit spent with your affair with Kyedae. 
 
“Let’s head to bed. Imma go to sleep.”
 
Emiru looked at you with an eyebrow raised. “Seriously?”
 
“Yup. I’m tired.”
 
She displayed an unbelieving expression. She seemed a little offended that you weren’t doing anything with her, despite how exhausted you were with your previous affairs. It tilted her confidence a little.
 
“Your loss.”
 
She got up from the couch and headed to your bedroom first, apparently well-versed in the layout of your flat. You went through your nightly routine, brushing your teeth, flossing, and applying light skin care. When you entered your room, Emiru was already laying down on the left side of the mattress, turned away from where you would lie. She had the sheets over her and was scrolling through her phone, from which she already had a charger plugged into an outlet recharging it. It was exactly the position you hoped her to be in. 
 
You gently got into bed, stretching out your arms and legs to relieve some of your aching tension. You turned over, on your side, and wrapped your arms around her waist in a comforting hug.
 
Emiru slightly flinched at your sudden grasp, but said nothing about your embrace. 
 
You waited for a couple of minutes. It was important that she didn’t expect what was coming next. You simply laid there reveling in her warmth and figure, her charming fragrance and soft breaths. Despite your lustful escapades earlier, you were getting wrapped in desire once again.
 
You slowly moved her hands lower into her pajamas, entering her undergarments with your thick fingers. You slowly rubbed the linings of her folds, making sure to stimulate her clit. 
 
Her legs tensed up upon your intrusion. She visibly reacted to this, soft breaths turning into steady pants. 
 
“This… is what you want to do, ah! , loser? Be my, mm!, guest.” She said, attempting it to be as rude as possible but ending up coming out whimsically with her moans mixed in.
 
You continued fingering her, feeling the emergence of a slickness which betrayed how she felt in the matter. Her repeated, noiseless pants transformed into outright whimpering and purring. Her phone began to slowly hang limply from her hand as her head moved up. Because she was so small, this meant that you could peer down directly into her eyes. They were unfocused and half-closed. It was a good reference point for what you were going to do next.
 
As Emiru started to buckle her hips into your hand to approach her climax, you immediately stopped. She desperately tried to continue the motions on her own but without your external stimulation it was nothing more than a dead experience. 
 
“What the hell man!” Emiru asserted angrily. She looked directly up at you and slammed her open hand on your thigh behind her. “I was almost there!”
 
“I know.” You said smugly. “This is the, ‘play’, I want to do.” 
 
She hissed at you and moved her arms down, clearly trying to finish the job herself. You moved out your own to grab ahold of her hands and her leash. You moved the leash to your bed frame and placed it around a bar, making it act as a pulley system. She struggled as you did this. On it’s other side, you wrapped her hands above her head. If she tried to move her hands down, it would pull her leash up, essentially choking her.  
 
Emiru flailed, but it was to no avail. Every time she moved her hands, the collar would tighten around her neck as she essentially pulled herself up towards the frame. She was forced to lie down and submit herself to whatever it was you wanted to do. 
 
“Fuck you.” Emiru spat out.
 
“Mmm, you wish.” You replied.
 
You brought your fingers back to their original position and began stirring her up again. Emiru’s face was looking down at her crotch, eyes screaming in distress, as though her looking could change the outcome of what were happening. You cooly continued to stroke her insides and her clit, bringing in the use of both hands now to surgically prod her pleasure points. Throughout this entire duration, she would never fail to throw in crude remarks about how you weren’t doing anything and how big of a loser you were. Emiru was defiant but her body was truthful. Whenever you found a spot she liked, it was very clear. She would either give a tremendous yelp or bite her lip and turn her head away, trying not to show you her weaknesses. 
 
It was also very apparent whenever she was teetering the brink of an orgasm, as she would suddenly become quiet in the hopes that she wouldn’t expose her intentions. At these moments, you would stop. Emiru would pout audibly each time she failed. These pouts and groans became more and more audible as you continued to edge her.
 
After about an hour of pure, ecstatical torture, Emiru was looking like an exhausted mess. Her precum had created a pool at her waist (you’ll make her clean that up tomorrow). She was perspiring all over her body and you had to remove the sheets about half an hour in for her comfort. Beads of sweat trickled down her exposed midriff and strands of hair were sticking to her face. You could see her chest rise up and down heavily as she tried to intake as 
much oxygen as she could from your stirring.
 
A whisper came from her mouth. Contrary to what she had been saying before, it sounded like a beg more than an insult.
 
“...ease…” 
 
“What’s that?”
 
“...” She had a sorry look on her face. “Please.”
 
“Please what?”
 
She looked at you, lip quivering, as she sported an apologetic bearing. 
 
“Please let me cum.”
 
And there it was. You gave her a kind smile. You ramped your fingers in a frenzy, quickly bringing her back to the brink. Emiru held a guise of pure delight as the release she was so desperately craving was arriving. Once you got her to the edge, however, you once again gave away and allowed her to fall back to a neutral state. 
 
Emiru’s smile dropped. She was immediately crestfallen. A small sniffle came out as she verbally prodded you.
 
“Why?”
 
It would be too easy, to be frank. There needs to be some lesson here for her so she doesn’t act out again. You thought of what that could be. A proposal came to mind.
 
“I’ll let you cum if you let me take a picture of you naked like this on your instagram story-”
 
“Done. Done! Please, let me cum let me cum let me cum,” She begged.
 
Wow. You didn’t even get to finish that it would only be up for the night. Seems like this orgasm was worth her entire reputation to her.
 
You get off the bed and take her phone, grabbing onto her ruined face to unlock it with face id. You pull her pants down and bring her top up, leaving her in only undergarments. Hopefully this isn’t too bad. She can always just claim its fake anyways . You take the picture and promptly post it online. Emiru blissfully looks at you once you’re finished. Her weary smile reveals how ready she is for your deliverance.
 
You bring your fingers in once again and Emiru immediately lifts her hips up, closing the gap between her insides and your fingers as quickly as possible. She begins moving her body down deeply into your hand, choking herself as her hand catches against the bar. Finally, as you stroke that one good spot inside her walls, she begins cumming. She spasms, yelping, moaning, and whimpering as you actually have to move a hand underneath her waist to prevent her from hurting herself. She sprays all over your sheets, absolutely soaking them. 
 
She looks at you, absolutely drained. “Thank… you.”
 
You give her a couple of slaps on the face, making sure she’s still coherent. “No problem.”
 
You stand up and take a look at the mess you’ve created. Eh. You’ll clean it up tomorrow. For now, you’ll lie back down on your bed and head to sleep. You pull the sheets back over as Emiru inches closer to you, lying on your arm. She’s still catching her breath. Her eyes are drifting aclose, signaling that a nighttime departure is arriving. You close your eyes too and catch some of the z’s you deserve.
 
—
 
“ Mm… ah! Fuck!... mmmMM! Ah! Ah!” 
 
You groggily open your eyes and feel a commotion stirring near your thigh. You look to your right and see Emiru  humping your thigh. Her hands are still tied up to the frame. She’s shamelessly trying to get off using you as a pole to rub herself on. 
 
You grin. You move your thigh in conjunction with her movements. Emiru was caught surprised by your sudden movement, unaware that you had awoken. The jarring stimulation caused her to immediately come over the edge, orgasming. She wrapped her legs tightly around yours, shuddering in successive bursts. Her cute face sported a relieved expression. 
 
It was just now occurring to you, now that you were awake and recharged, that you haven’t gotten to properly use Emiru. Looking at her luscious lips, you decided to try a position you haven’t been able to do with any of the other girls yet.
 
You turn over and get up onto your knees. Emiru looks at you unsure of what you’re going to do. Meanwhile, her hands are still grappled by your makeshift cuffs.
 
You straddle her tits, putting one knee on each side of Emiru’s chest, and grab her hair with one hand, the bed frame with the other. 
 
“Hey! What are you-”
 
You bring Emiru’s head up and thrust forward at the same time, shoving your girthy cock down her throat. This causes a chain of reactions, each feeling better than the last. Her legs begin flailing and her chest heaves upwards. You can feel the soft pressings of her breasts touch your thighs. There’s also the matter of her throat itself, which is tight, warm and wet. It seems like her dirty mouth could be used for something much dirter after all. The third event was something you didn’t expect but felt the best nonetheless. As Emiru instinctively attempted to move her hands down, forgetting that they were wrapped up, her collar constricted and caused an unnatural tightness around your cock. It was like you were fucking her face while choking her at the same time, giving the feeling of an absurd sex sleeve. The linings of her throat wrapped itself gleefully around your dick. 
 
You gave an audible moan as you felt this unworldly sensation. It was so pleasing that you released your grip on her hair, letting her head fall down onto the pillow. Both of your hands were grabbing on to the frame as you began to thrust your hip down to make up for the space you gave her. Emiru’s eyes began tearing up as she choked on your cock. Guttural sounds began coming out of her mouth as she sputtered and groaned through your face fuck, clearly inexperienced with what you were doing. That was completely fine though, as you felt yourself reaching your limit. 
 
“I’m cumming, take it all slut!”
 
You pushed down as deeply as you could and your white spunk had nowhere to go but straight down her gullet. She swallowed and swallowed, forced to take in as much of your sperm as she could. Once you were finally done, Emiru had a pained expression on her mouth as her ruined eyeliner from last night began running down even further from tears.
 
You took a deep breath as you recovered your bearings. Your cock flopped out of her petite mouth and you simply let it rest on top of her face as you continued to take another moment to relax. Emiru was heaving, tongue out, all over your spent shaft. While you remained in this illicit position, you leaned over and untied Emiru from her retainings. 
 
“What… the… fuck. Fuck you.” She spat out her words, causing her saliva to coat your already drenched shaft. 
 
You sighed. Seems like there were still a ways to go before Emiru was the obedient little whore you desired. Well, it was all in good fun, having a woman hate you while you fucked her was a good feeling. You were debating on doing this last night, but it seems like you were going to carry it out after all.
 
“What kind of fruit do you like?”
 
“Huh?”
 
—
 
You were sitting at your kitchen table, eating a nice plating of bacon and eggs. You had made Emiru clean up your bed, a task which she vehemently insulted you for, while you cooked breakfast. While you were waiting for Emiru to return, you cut up an apple into slices and placed them neatly into a bowl. You brought out your phone and looked over the pictures you had accumulated in this past week, jerking yourself off with all of these OTV members as material. You briefly checked Emiru’s story to see if what you uploaded was still there, but it appeared that she has promptly removed it upong waking up. It felt like a waste masturbating when you had living fleshlights and your beck and call, but you wanted this to be a neat surprise for Emiru once she returned.
 
After remembering the numerous rounds of sex you had with Jaime for her to wear that impressive condom belt, you were able to bring yourself over the edge. You aimed your cum at the bowl and sprayed heavily. Even though this was your second round of the day, and it was to a very standard masturbation session, you were able to coat each slice heavily with your thick semen. 
 
Emiru finally returned mid-meal and you scooted the bowl down under the table with your foot. 
 
“Eat up.”
 
Emiru’s eyes scrunched up with a scowl, but she obediently got on all fours. She raised her head above the bowl and hesitated. It seemed like it was difficult for her to eat your cum stained food. You decided to give her a helping hand. Or, well, a helping foot.
 
You pushed her head down with your foot, moving her straight into the pile of semen drizzled fruit. Her eyes widened in shock as her face is shoved into the bowl. 
 
“You’ve already drank a batch of my semen, c’mon this is just some fruit.”
 
Emiru angrily muttered more hateful comments but begrudgingly opened her mouth to eat the meal you prepared for her. You grinned and continued with your food. You made sure to sneakily take a picture of Emiru on all fours feasting on your cum. 
 
Once the two of you had finished your meals (you had to make her open for the last two slices), it was off to your venture for the day. But before you left, there were some important preparations to be had. 
 
“Emiru! Over here please!” You beckoned her to the same couch you first saw her on.
 
She moved over, body leaned to a side with phone still in hand. She had the same attitude you originally saw her in.
 
“What.” She stated.
 
You walked over to her and towered over her. It was more apparent how tiny she was now that you were standing next to her. You saw her falter for a moment as you came close to her. You brought out a box of toys from behind your back. Emiru looked in and her expression immediately changed to one of worry. You moved closer to her.
 
“Wait I’m sorry I’ll-”
 
—
 
“See you tonight!” You cheerfully exclaimed. 
 
“MmmMMMPHH!! MMPH!” Emiru moaned back.
 
Emiry was sitting on the coach handcuffed, tied up so that her legs were spread apart. A vibrator was steadily buzzing on her clit as a camera was pointed at her recording the entire process. She’s blindfolded, gagged, and stripped naked. But you weren’t all mean. You took care to leave a towel under her for the inevitable mess she’ll make by the time you get back. It’ll save her some cleaning when you returned. The camera was there to record her reactions but it was also there to make sure nothing went wrong. It’s important to be safe in these kinks, you didn’t want Emiru being seriously hurt.
 
With that finally set-up, you closed the door to your apartment and went off to your plans for the day.
 
—
 
You returned late at night, rustling your keys to show Emiru that you were back. 
 
“I’m home!” You called out.
 
Emiru couldn’t even gather the energy to formulate a response. All you heard from her were soft whimpers. You walked up to her and made sure she was alright. She was shivering, slightly spasming every so often. The towel underneath her was damp, almost completely wet. The gag had caused her to drool all over her tits. Her face had shown that she was crying as tears and snot layered itself all over.
 
“Shhh… shhh… it’s alright. I’m here.” You attempted to console her. 
 
Her head turned in your general direction since she was still blindfolded. She sniffled more loudly and tried to move herself in your direction, against the tight restraints shackling her. You continued hushing her, letting her know that everything would be ok, as you release her from her cuffs. You additionally took off her gag and blindfold. 
 
“Look, I’m sorry alright? Come on, let’s get you dressed.”
 
Emiru had a despondent look on her face as she tried to stand up. Her knees buckled and her legs immediately failed her. You caught her fall and held her up. Seeing as this wouldn’t work, you lifted her in a princess carry. Emiru wrapped her arms around your neck and continued to say nothing. 
 
You sensed that she was truly broken in at this point. It was disheartening but you’ll try your best to help her out. As you entered your shower you eased Emiru onto a stool. She winced upon making contact. You turned the water to a warm temperature and began to wash her off. It appeared she was too tired to even lift her arms above her head. You were fully clothed, limiting your sexual advances in this segment as you were simply trying to regain her trust. And it was working, because as you slowly scratched her scalp to rub shampoo in, you could see her eyes regaining their familiar fiery warmth. 
 
Once you finished with the shower you helped her get back into her familiar pajamas. She held onto your hand for stability as she slipped her pants back up. You helped her put her top back on. Following, the two of you moved to the bedroom together.
 
Upon entering and shutting the door, you turned to her and held her hands again. 
 
“Look, I’m sorry about all that ok? I didn’t mean to hurt you. Truly. It’s just that all of the other girls have been super into this stuff and I thought you would be too.”
 
Emiru looked up at you, her expression cycling between unease and hope. 
 
“If there’s anything you want me to do, we can do it.”
 
She bit her lip and moved closer to you, resting her head on your chest with a floof. She murmured something that you could quite catch.
 
“Sorry?”

“Could… could you sleep with me for real?” She looked up. “At my pace.”
 
You tightly hugged her and looked down into her eyes. 
 
“Of course.”
 
You entered the sheets together and took up the missionary position. You didn’t want Emiru to be uncomfortable so you started by eating her out, letting her words and hands guide you. 
 
“ Ah! Right there, mmm!! Keep going KEEP GOING MMM! ”
 
Once she had successfully climaxed once, moving her hand up to grip the pillow and spraying the sheets, you decided it was time to finally embrace Emiru. 
 
You lifted her leg and slowly inserted your shaft, keeping a careful eye on her expression to sense any discomfort. Emiru seemed to be very receptive to your intrusion. Even though she was initially anxiously looking down at your motions, her expression seemed to light up with ecstasy once you had made your way in.
 
Unlike the other fucks you’ve had with the other girls, you made sure to passionately kiss Emiru to keep her in a loving mood, going up and down her neck with quick pecks. She gave soft, delighted moans as you continued to appease her in all the right ways. 
 
Soon enough, you had a good thing going, moving in a constant swaying of intimacy. Eventually Emiru wrapped her arms around your neck and whimpered aloud, “I’m almost there, just keep going.” You nodded and continued your enjoyment of Emiru’s petite body. You were also nearing the brink as you told her, “I’m gonna cum too.”
 
“Finish inside me, I’m on the pill.” She moaned. 
 
As you both rammed into each other for the last time, you began spurting a round deeply inside of her. Emiru was spasming over your cock, tightening on it as though trying to wring out every drop you had. Once you both finished, Emiru stared into your eyes. Then, she raised herself up for a tender, loving kiss on your lips. As soon as you began to return the gesture, she pulled away.
 
“That was good.” She said, panting. She stopped for a moment before speaking with a smile. “You’re still a loser though.”
 
You simply didn’t say anything back, falling onto your back at her side with a laugh. It was nice to know that there were moments like these within these moments of debauchery. Emiru snuggled up at your side and you embraced her, drifting into a comforting sleep.
 
One more text. Onto tomorrow.
