Subspace – Emma · Bound 2 · Part 1

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Part 28: Mindfuck

“You didn’t invite me to your orgy last night?” Princess’s voice echoed in the small room.

Emma had no desire to open her eyes as she laid on the floor, curled up under a blanket. The petite body she was spooning rolled over and buried her face in Emma’s chest.

“There was no orgy. All of us are wearing chastity belts. Now let me sleep.”

“Chastity belts don't preclude you from having an orgy. We have an appointment soon and our resident therapist is missing.”

“She’s not missing. She's right where I left her.”

Emma heard Angie respond, “Here.”

Angie was insistent on spending the night even after Emma warned her there wasn’t much room in the small room for four of them. Emma ended up making it work and Angie went and changed out of the clothes Emma made her pee herself in.

Upon Angie’s return, Emma put her in the bed in the same position Emma occupied the night before, on her back and under Nix. Nix once again on top bound to the bed restraints, effectively trapping Angie underneath.

“One problem solved,” Princess added.

“Is the pixie drooling on you, Angie? And has she peed yet?” Emma asked, her eyes still closed.

“I haven't peed yet. I said I reserve that for you,” Nix responded.

Emma, despite not wanting to wake-up, went to respond, then changed what she almost said.

“She likes to experience what I have done. So go ahead and pee on her.”

“What?” Angie exclaimed.

“Are you going to punish me like you did or have her do it, because then it is a no,” was Nix’s response.

“Since she likes experiences, you can punish her like I did to you and she can experience how you felt.”

A sudden “What the fuck!” had Emma smiling as still laid there with her eyes closed. She knew what happened.

But Emma screamed out her own “What the fuck!” and ripped off the blanket. Her eyes opened seeing Kit latched onto her breast and sucking.

Princess was quick to comment, “You've been holding out on me and not sharing.”

Emma was trying to move past her shock. She took the lactation drug before bed like she had done for most of the trip so far. At no point did she ever expect to be breastfeeding. The pumping was one thing, this was… Emma laid there confused. Her mind was going in a million directions.

Emma felt the pressure on her nipple subside and the small voice spoke, “I am hungry, you were leaking, and you taste good.”

Her mouth immediately latched back on to Emma’s nipple and proceeded to continue eating. Emma was at a loss for words.

“The other one is mine if she finishes that one.”

Emma’s eyes narrowed at Princess as she looked up at her.

“The two of you should go find Nanny or someone.”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Princess answered.

“I'm sorry Goddess. I should have asked. I thought you wouldn’t mind. I was being selfish,” mumbled Kit before burying her head in Emma’s chest.

Emma sighed. She was being grumpy for no reason other than being tired.

“No, I am sorry. I'm tired, have lacked caffeine most this trip, and was caught off guard once again. You would think I would be getting used to it by now.”

“While most unicorns are intelligent, we know you are special in that regard and won't hold it against you.”

“I'm going to punch you in your cunt.”

“Bad grumpy unicorn. Behave or I won’t get you some caffeine for our therapy session. You will not ruin harem therapy.”

Emma let out another sigh.

“Just release the other two while I let Kit get back to eating.”

Princess just smiled and released the other two on the bed.

Emma had to soothe and coax Kit into continuing what she started. Emma still wasn’t sure about her feelings with this. Her breasts were full as usual and it wasn’t bad in any way. If anything it was a new experience for her and one she never considered. One she decided to see how it went.

Kit was still feeding as the yelp came from the bathroom followed by the sputtering cough. Emma had no doubt that Nix had Angie bound and peed on her like Emma did to her in the shower the previous morning. Angie clearly wasn’t Nix if her response was any indication. Nix had closed her mouth and eyes to prevent anything getting in them. Emma could only shake her head at the naivety of Angie sometimes. She may deal with people's mental health problems, but some of her choices in other areas were questionable.

Princess was still trying to sell Emma on letting her have her taste after Kit.

“They got a bunch of milk from you yesterday during your VIP visit. They won't miss this morning’s… too much. It’s not like you will have the full amount when she is done and you will need to empty your udders no matter what unless you want the discomfort of an engorged breast. It will be fun and tasty… hopefully.”

Princess got her wish and was breastfed by Emma. She was not the only one. Emma hadn’t noticed that Tabby was there. She along with Angie, once she got out of the shower, took their turns. Nix had been the only one not to partake yet and Emma still had some milk left.

“Alright Nixie, your turn. Don’t give me any more grief. I haven't bothered you about coming to harem therapy.”

“I'm already in a harem and don't need therapy,” the pixie blurted out.

Emma smiled, “So come get fed. We have done much worse to each other. You will probably even like it. Now don't be shy because others are here. This is a small group compared to our public adventures. Plus there isn’t much left. Tiny Kit had one all to herself, the rest of you are struggling to finish one.”

Nix huffed, but was soon laying with Emma on the floor suckling her breast.

Once her ‘udders’ as Princess kept calling them were empty, the push to get ready began. Everyone else had a head start as Emma was kept occupied. Not that Emma had any say in what she wore.

Soon Angie left to let in those who showed up on time and make sure things were ready for a larger group than she normally had. Nix had headed out to spend some time at her Master’s suite while Emma was in therapy. That left the four of them to head to Angie’s temporary office. They were late and Emma wasn’t moving as fast as she normally would.

Despite claiming she was wearing them for being a ‘grumpy-corn’ earlier, Emma knew Princess only brought what she intended Emma to wear that day, likely until dinner at least. Yes, Emma wanted more training in her ballet boots, but the boots also slowed her down some. Her afternoon was likely to have quite a bit of walking even if it wasn’t clear to her what was going on this afternoon. Her poor feet were in for a rough day.

To add more to the fake ‘grumpy-corn’ punishment, she was wearing a long-sleeved body hugging dress. It was soft, stretchy, and quite comfortable. Her breasts were accentuated with how the dress conformed to her body. Her chastity belt outline was clearly on display. It was a few inches short of reaching the tops of her thigh-high ballet boots, exposing a little bit of skin. The punishment came in the unicorn picture that encircled her body and the matching bright colors.

As they entered Angie’s office, a number of people were already there. Most of the faces Emma knew, but there were a couple that weren’t.

Princess pointed Emma to an empty couch and had her sit in the middle. Princess took her seat on the right side of Emma. Kit, being more assertive than usual, took her place in Emma’s lap with Tabby in Princess’s lap.

“It seems you want a sizable harem,” Emma commented to Princess.

“This is a small portion of those who are interested. There wasn’t enough room for everyone and it would be too chaotic to have everyone for this first one. There will no doubt be lots of questions and mixed feelings,” came the response from the former maid.

Emma knew she wasn’t wrong. Feelings. Those were already a complicated mess most times at best.

The door to the office opened and another walked in. Emma’s eyes were glued to the woman. The question was, was it because of who she was or what she carried in her hands. Yes, a complicated mess at the best of times.

The woman sat down on the couch next to Emma on her left. She handed Emma a cup of coffee as she sipped from her own cup.

“You're my divine goddess,” Emma blurted out before bringing the hot, bitter liquid to her lips.

“Trying to butter up your drink won’t make it taste any better. But at least I know now my pecking order and how quickly I am forgotten.”

Emma didn’t even hesitate in her response, “She lets me see her in all her glory. Soon she will be inside me. I could even put part of me inside of her. No perpetual tease and denial. It’s nearly an orgasm in a cup.”

“Good to know your interest wanes already and you found something better.”

“Please. I'm not going away anytime soon. You're my addiction.”

“You should seek help for that. Maybe that's why you are here.”

Emma grumbled as she sipped her coffee. Not her favorite kind to drink as it was black and bitter, yet it still was better tasting than most of the smoothies she had.

Princess jumped in to comment, “Grumpy-corn. You should have seen her when she ended up breastfeeding some of us.”

“What? No fair. I want to drink some of my Goddess’s divine life sustaining nectar,” Nadia shouted.

“Of course”, Emma thought. Her excitable Latina goth worshiper would be the one who openly felt left out. Emma wasn’t looking to commit to any more as she was still processing what happened this morning. “No promises. Let's move on to why we are here,” Emma started before turning to her right. “Otherwise some sex addict will try to start an orgy.”

“You're right, the orgy is scheduled for after this session so we should get on with it,” Princess said as she smirked at Emma.

Emma nearly slapped her forehead, but didn’t want to spill her hot drink or hit her worshiper pet, who was still sitting in her lap.

Nadia nearly knocked over Lacey as she jumped up and pumped her fist in excitement. Emma couldn’t help but crack a smile.

A voice in her left ear whispered, “Don’t turn. Don’t respond, as there is no need to interrupt more. It is good for you to smile and unfortunate that your morning was once again rough. She would be good to have around in your life if she makes you smile that easily and I don't mean it has to be intimate. Friends would work, though she would want more. But she lacks friends who truly appreciate her and she has so much to give that others use her. She is one of the good ones. Though most here in this room are. Now let's see how this goes and hopefully you will be in a better mood by the end since breastfeeding didn’t make ‘mama-corn’ happy.”

Emma tried not to groan or turn to look at the woman she was infatuated with. Instead, she brought the cup up to her lips and let the hot, bitter liquid work its own magic. Her eyes stayed focused on the bubbly goth across from her. Her large breasts bouncing up and down in rhythm were hypnotic in their own way. The back of Kit's head dug in between Emma’s breasts as she basically used them as a pillow.

The first harem therapy went on with most of it focused on Princess’s vision and the questions others asked. Emma mostly sat on the couch between the two women who have probably impacted her most on this trip. The one on her lap was up there in the group below those two. Mostly, Emma tried to listen and participated as necessary.

As harem therapy ended, the shout of “Orgy time!” immediately came from Nadia. Emma could only shake her head. Emma may have released her from chastity last night, but she was unsure if Nadia had the object inside of her removed. If it wasn’t, she was going to be in a world of hurt again. She might be even if it was removed. All of it was her choice though and Emma didn't blame her for doing what she wanted.

People were getting up and following Princess out of the office. Despite her excitement, Nadia, along with Lacey, headed towards the still sitting Emma. Even Kit, after rubbing her face into Emma’s chest, had already gotten up and was moving out. Only Emma, Miss Keys, and Angie remained seated.

Nadia's sad face was hard to ignore as she looked at Emma and asked, “You're not coming, Goddess?”

“No, I have a one-on-one therapy appointment with Angie. I like Angie, but I doubt this is for fun as she takes her job seriously even if she leaves a wet spot in the back of her skirt,” Emma turned to see Angie blushing. “You two go have fun and try not to hurt yourself too much,” Emma said, still unsure of Nadia's condition. “You have a chance to learn and explore with the others of the potential harem. I'm not needed as there will be plenty of you and expect the royal pain-in-the-ass to rub many of your noses off.”

Nadia nodded and turned to Miss Keys.

Miss Keys decided to answer before the question, “I have to get back to work. There is always something that needs my attention and the rest of my day is full handling this afternoon and anything that pops up by this evening.” She stands adding, “That doesn’t mean there isn’t an interest to try something another time. While I don't know if I am able to commit to a harem, I've been a little more open to the idea of exploring.”

Miss Keys stood up from the couch before leaning forward with her ass in front of Emma’s face, she kissed Nadia on the lips. The moan from her worshiper clearly let Emma know how much she enjoyed it. A small pang of jealousy hit Emma in the pit of her stomach.

It didn’t end there as she shifted over and bent over further, her backside thrust further towards Emma as she kissed Lacey in a similar fashion. To add further feelings, Emma watched the toned ass wiggle in front of her.

While this has been an ongoing thing between them, Emma still struggled at times and wanted her even more. It would be easy to pout, but Emma knew this show was for her. She may as well enjoy it. If she got her opportunity with the woman she was infatuated with, it would make it even sweeter after enduring all of it.

As Emma watched in a state of arousal, she realized that her teasing of Angie may come back to bite her. She hoped there wouldn’t be a wet spot on the back of her dress when she got up.

After Nadia and Lacey left, Miss Keys went over to Angie.

“Don’t let her take advantage of you. I know you want her to use you. You probably even want her to tie you up. At some point she will probably have the time to do so, but not right now. Make sure she is ready and on time for the excursion,” Miss Keys said as she held Angie’s shoulders while looking her straight in the eyes. “Don’t disappoint me,” she added as she once again leaned forward and passionately kissed the psychiatrist.

Emma was heavily conflicted as she watched Angie melt at the attention. Her body shivered. When Miss Keys groped her breast, Angie’s legs nearly gave out. It was something Emma herself wanted to experience. To receive the passion from that woman after she endured all of the pent-up sexual tension. As of now, she was relegated to being a voyeur instead of an active participant.

These past couple of minutes had been a show for Emma. She watched the woman she desired the most walk out of Angie’s temporary office. Her hips swayed more than usual to further tease Emma. As she made it to the door, she looked over her shoulder towards Emma. Her hand reached behind her, a finger extended. Touching the back of her dress, she announced, “Tractor beam disengaged.”

She was out the door before Emma’s mind caught up and said out loud, “Mindfuck!”

Momentarily forgotten until Angie responded, “Yeah and not just for you.”

Angie had been clearly affected by the whole thing in her own way.

Emma, being a bit snarky, said, “I'm regretting not ending you last night.”

Angie had turned towards Emma to see the smirk she displayed. There was a bit of fear, but she quickly regained her composure.

“I think we should begin our one-on-one session now. Even if you consider ending me, I fear her more if you are not there and ready on time.”

“That is fair. I've seemingly done my best to drive her away or disappoint her in moments. I'd rather not do that again.”

“Then let's get started so that I can maybe earn another kiss from her,” Angie said with her own playful smirk.

The therapy session went as expected for Emma. Mostly it left her with plenty to think about. Yet, it was good to talk and open up on things. A lot had been thrown at her and expectations were far beyond what she thought would happen. Some of the stress of being overwhelmed had lifted, but she had no desire to slow down. There just wasn’t enough time to do everything she wanted or invest in people enough. But she would get what she could and try to enjoy herself for the rest of the cruise.

“You don’t have to walk me there, I'm sure I can find my way, “ Emma said to Angie as they slowly traversed the ship. The ballet boots slowing her down once again.

“I do and I don’t. Plus, I am going on the excursion as well and need to head there like you.”

“You know what it is then? I didn’t think there were any offshore stops on this cruise.”

“There hasn't been as long as I have worked here. As to what it is we will be seeing today, I know the basics. Just enjoy the surprise. I am excited and curious as to how it will turn out.”

“So no hints?”

“End me if you must. It would be kinder than what she would likely do to me.”

“Is it that big of a secret?”

“No, of course not. Most everyone but you, it seems, knows the basics.”

“More teasing and messing with my mind.”

“Uh huh. We know you desire it and you have done plenty yourself to others. I haven’t forgotten about last night or this morning. After all, your wet spot isn't too big at the moment.”

“Fuck!” Emma blurted out. She looked over to Angie while trying not to draw attention to her backside by checking. “You're messing with me.”

Angie kept a straight face and looked forward as she shrugged as they kept walking.

Emma stood in line, her hand swiping the back of her dress trying to find a wet spot. It was nearly impossible to do as she was walking in the ballet boots, especially with how the dress conformed to her. Even standing there, she struggled with it. That led to more eyes on her than usual as she wasn’t as stealthy as she hoped.

They were near the bottom of the ship, on the port side, waiting for the ferry to pick them up. Most of the other guests had already made their way over before Emma and Angie even arrived. They would be part of the last group heading over.

There wasn’t any place to sit which left Emma standing on her toes as she waited. While most people mainly looked at her, eventually a few started talking to her as she waited. They were polite and asked her many questions. Angie stood next to her quietly, likely evaluating Emma and how she interacted with them.

The ferry arrived and was ready to take the next batch of people. As Emma went to cross the little metal bridge connecting the two boats, she realized the difficulty for her that was coming. Both boats may have stopped, but the waves had not. The light rocking of the boat tested her balance. The bridge was at an angle and while it had railings, it shifted between the two boats to match their movements. The ballet boots were not really designed to walk on uneven ground or sloping terrain.

It left Emma a bit nervous, but one of the staff helped her across from the front. Angie was behind her in case she lost her balance backwards. Emma felt Angie’s hand on the small of her back. It was a bit of comfort for the nervous Emma as she traversed the bridge that was a dozen smaller steps for her predicament.

The ferry had two decks and they entered the top deck to board. Emma was thankful there were a few open seats close by as the smaller ferry swayed more than the bigger cruise ship. She was happy to finally sit and feel a bit safer as well as relief for her feet.

With Angie sitting next to her and an open upper deck where passengers sat, Emma got her first chance to look around as the ferry unmoored from the cruise ship. Off to her right, she saw the cliffs of an island. She had no idea which island it was as it wasn’t listed as a port stop. There weren’t supposed to be any port stops and no one recalls any of the previous cruises having one. A little further down she saw the terrain slope down and caught sight of what looked like a dock still under construction. As the ferry got closer, Emma could see more construction and signs of completed projects.

She said to Angie, who sat next to her, “I have no idea where we are. It’s clearly something new or at least this area with the work that seems to be going on. Still no hints? Should I ask some of the others? I heard the mention of a resort among other things. Possibly a fetish resort.”

“Did you sneak a peek at your Christmas presents before you were allowed to open them?” was Angie's response. “Even what I could tell you, wouldn't do justice to the presentation we will be getting. I think we should enjoy the view. I will give you this much, it is an exclusive unveiling of sorts. We get to be a part of it.”

Emma watched on as they got closer with some minor chatting as a few others showed interest in her. She had been too busy to meet with everyone or do things with all of them. She had taken time during the cruise and more was planned to meet and interact with some of the other guests even beyond her dinners. Being on the ferry, with nowhere to really go or hide, allowed some a chance to be around her, even if it was the most casual and mundane experience.

There was a temporary dock or at least a small one that was hidden from view on approach. Getting off the ferry was not as bad as getting on in some ways, but worse in others. Having to navigate to the exit meant climbing down steps to the lower deck with the ferry and across a ramp that was still rocking a bit from the waves.

Emma was glad to be on land, at least while wearing the ballet boots. Though that quickly changed as she looked at the steep inclined path up towards their destination. She could see parts of buildings up above, but her footwear wasn't designed to walk slopes like that. She saw a number of people walking up, but thankfully a greeter announced to the new arrivals that there were a few limited modes of transportation in the form of electric golf carts or a pulled rickshaw.

As Emma and Angie sat in a rickshaw, a muscular man was pulling them up towards their destination. There was another person behind them to help and hopefully ensure they didn't go plummeting back down if control was lost. Sweat glistened off the man’s shirtless body as the sun beat down overhead. The mild breeze helped keep the temperature down some so that it was comfortable to Emma.

“Enjoying the view?” Angie asked.

“There is plenty to see and I don’t just mean the backside of the kind gentleman who is giving us a lift. I probably would have had to crawl up this path as I doubt my boots would have been safe to walk in.”

“I think I would have liked to see you crawl up the hill. It seems like something up your alley.”

“Then we likely would miss whatever is happening up there, at least the beginning of it. Plus, you would be crawling with me.”

Emma looked over at her while firmly saying, “You would have been crawling with me. Now enjoy your eye candy and the rest of the view.”

“I doubt he appreciates being called eye candy. He may not be like you and demand all the attention.”

“I don't demand all the attention. I would happily sink into the background and go unnoticed like most of my life outside this cruise. I think you and others forget, I had my head and face covered that first night as Princess was trying to hide my identity for me. Unfortunately, my body has some distinguishing features and everything was plastered for everyone to see who wanted to. There were some people who figured out who I was and things spread quickly. So much so that multiple people, who are invested in the success of the cruise, asked for my help. I came as a guest to enjoy what is expected to be a once-in-a-lifetime trip. I've tried to balance my vacation and being a help. Mostly I'm doing stuff I am interested and wanting to do, just on a more public platform.”

“You believe this is a once-in-a-lifetime trip? You know there will be future cruises.”

“It took me years to save up to afford this trip. I have a good stable job, but secretaries like me don't get paid like the lawyers I work for. Add in rent, bills, and all my other expenses, I don't expect to do another one, at least any time soon.”

“I'm sure you could work something out with them assuming they don't ask you to come back. You have been a boon for them.”

“Maybe. But that hasn't been offered or discussed. Truthfully, I will need to process this after it's over to figure out if I would want to do it again. We still have roughly half the trip to go, who knows how I will feel by the end.”

“That's mighty mature and healthy of you to take that approach.”

Emma grunted at the response. She continued to look around and conversed with Angie. The pathway was still a work in progress like everything else she had seen so far. There were decorations, if you can call them that, or construction of others. They were coming up on some crosses that were large enough that a human could hang from them. There were other fetish related items spread along the sides of the path. It left Emma wondering if the items would be used or be merely decorative.

Upon reaching their destination, there were a number of rickshaw and golf carts in a pseudo parking lot. A crowd of people a short distance away. Past the crowd were a number of large buildings. A hotel at the least and she could likely guess some others, but she overheard from others that a tour of the place was what they were here for. There was likely more to see, but Emma would wait until they were closer.

Emma spoke to Angie after they got out of the rickshaw, “You should reward these two gentlemen for their hard work.”

After a bit of back and forth, Angie was squatted between both men. Their pants undone with one of Angie’s hands wrapped around each cock. Stroking both of them, she alternated sucking each one.

She was far more enthusiastic than Emma expected. Emma was a little worried that it would be her doing it since it was her idea. She had sucked plenty of cock on the ship, but they weren’t on the ship. She wanted Angie and others to get their own chance to star. In the end, the two men chose Angie. That left Emma feeling better that some weird conspiracy for most of the attention to be on her didn’t exist off ship at least.

She was mostly happy for Angie. She wasn’t playing second fiddle to Emma at this moment. She was an attractive and beautiful woman among the many Emma had spent time with. They should be getting more attention or as much as she had been. Maybe they were, but Emma wasn’t with each of them most of the time.

Emma could hear the footsteps coming behind her, but she continued to watch the psychiatrist perform. Angie impaled her throat deeply on one of the cocks while she continued her rhythmic stroke on the other. Emma knew how hard it was to multi-task like this. It took plenty of focus and likely practice. A smirk crept up Emma’s face wondering just how much this professional woman has actually practiced and done things of this nature.

“What's going on here?” The purple-haired pixie asked as she stepped along one side of Emma. Her worshiper pet ended up on her other side.

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