Subspace – Emma · Bound 2 · Part 2

Subspace – Emma · Bound 2 · Part 2 (2/2)
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“She's just rewarding them for bringing us up here so I didn’t have to crawl my way up,” Emma responded as she put her arm around Kit and pulled her next to her.

“Sounds like you should be the one rewarding them,” Nix answered.

“I would be, but they chose her. Thankfully my magic is wearing off and I can go back to being a fly on the wall.”

“Pfft. You know that things haven't started as they are waiting on you.”

Emma’s eyebrow rose at that comment.

“Please tell me they are not. I only vaguely know what might be happening at this point. If people are waiting on me,” Emma groaned as she looked at her pointed feet encased in the ballet boots. She shook her head, “I don’t have anything to do with this.”

The mischievous pixie looked up at Emma with her own smirk and said, “What? The tractor beam isn't pulling you in yet?”

Emma narrowed her eyes at Nix and turned back towards the crowd. It didn’t take long to spot her near the front of the main group. She was talking amongst her own smaller group. For a moment she looked over towards Emma even though there was quite the distance between them. Emma’s heart fluttered, even as Miss Keys turned her attention back to the others.

As Emma turned back, she caught sight of plenty of people still making their way up the hill.

“It looks like more are still coming. Plus, I feel responsible to make sure Angie is alright since this is my idea.”

“I'll make sure she is fine. You are moving as fast as a snail along a trail of salt.”

“I'm not that slow.”

“Of course you are. You are not moving at all. That one,” Nix pointed to Kit, “will escort you. She will likely want more breastmilk from you.”

“Well I'm pretty empty so that isn’t an option until likely tomorrow.”

“Oh, so you plan to breastfeed again?”

“I didn’t say that,” Emma said, defensively while staring at Nix. “I remember you chose to take part in it, I am wondering if it is you who is looking forward to it again. But I get your point that I should head over there as it will take me a bit.” Emma looked at Angie still pleasuring both men then added, “I would tell you not to pee on her, but I'm unsure if that is or isn’t something she wants.”

“I am not peeing on her,” Nix practically shouted.

“Uh huh. You had no problem doing it to her this morning. Multiple times I believe.”

“You said…” She started to respond when Emma cut her off.

“I didn’t make you do it at any point. You chose to, just like when you sucked the milk from my breast. I may have encouraged it, but it was all your choice, Nixie.”

“You know you got my Master calling me that now.”

“Good.”

Nix huffed, “You're the worst.”

“And the troublemaker pixie who can't get enough of it,” Emma responded before calling out to Angie. “Make sure you get a proper facial from both and don't clean it off.”

Angie's mouth encased one of the cocks, sucking it thoroughly. She pulled her mouth off to respond and the cock spasmed. Whatever she was about to say was lost as a white line shot out, catching part of her nose and cheek. More shot out towards her glasses, forehead, and hair.

Emma wanted to continue watching, but she knew Nix was right and she should get moving. Angie and Nix would probably catch up to her before she reached her destination, especially since the first one was finishing.

“How was the orgy?” Emma asked Kit as they walked. She was glad to have someone with her as the ground was uneven and she had to take things slower in the ballet boots. Kit was probably the smallest person around, but her support was invaluable. Emma hoped there would be better surfaces to walk on eventually, but she couldn't tell as there was plenty of construction. This place was definitely a work in progress.

“It was fine, Goddess. Different from what I did with my previous Master. It would have been better if you were there.”

“That wasn’t an option. The orgy and harem are Princess’s thing. She deserves the attention and to not have things get out of control with my presence. It’s good for all of you who are interested to get to know and do things with each other. Even if I join it, not everyone can be with me at once depending on what is happening. I also doubt I or anyone else would be around all the time. Meaning it's better if everyone gets used to each other and doesn’t feel left out or feel like they are less than others because some people get more attention. Did you have fun and get to experience new people?”

“Yes, Goddess,” Kit responded. They continued to chat as they slowly walked. Nix and Angie caught up well before she was even halfway there.

A few people were still trickling in as Emma and the others reached the crowd gathered. There was plenty of chatter. Emma hanging out in the back drew less attention to herself except for a few nearby people. Thankfully, everyone's attention was focused elsewhere as the first person stepped up to speak with them.

The crowd quickly went silent as Miss Keys spoke, “Greetings. Welcome to the Keys to Kink Resort. This is the first look for potential guests of the future. We'll be doing a tour momentarily. This place is under development and construction. For your safety, please stay with the guides and your group. Some places are ready to get a look at while others are works in progress or dreams waiting to become reality.”

Miss Keys went on explaining a number of things, including when they expected to open, some of the attractions and amenities, and future ideas and plans. She also answered some questions. As expected, the cost was a popular topic as well as if certain specific attractions, events, fetishes, and kinks were allowed.

“The rules of what is allowed will be pretty much the same as the current cruise. We want a safe and consensual environment while promoting exploration and a chance to live out your fantasies in a friendly and open-minded environment. I'm sure there are more questions, but I'm sure many want to see what is and will be offered. We will be looking for feedback and open to answer questions later or when it fits what we are doing on the tour. We will stay as one group for this early portion outside. Then we will split into smaller groups so that everyone can see some of the inner spaces or smaller areas without it getting too crowded.

Each group will see the same things, just likely in a different order. After the tour is over, we will meet in the hotel cafeteria for more questions as well as an early dinner. You have the option to head straight back to the ferry if you wish to skip the meal here. The options for food are far more limited and there will be less line waiting for those who head back to the ferry first. Either way, let's take a look at the early development of this fetish resort.”

The gate opened and the group flowed through, following a group that were likely investors, guides, and possible management.

It was clear many things were a work in progress, but there was plenty of beauty and things to see. Multiple pathways spread out. Some looked more normal and what you would expect from a normal tourist resort. Others seem to fit themes, some possible kinks and fetishes, and other things that were in development.

The group was taken down one path that led to a newly built bridge over a small pond. The water was clear and it was easy to see hundreds of fish moving about in the water. The place gave off a sense of relaxation as well as a possible romantic vibe.

Touring another path led them to seeing restraints along the side. It was a path for public outdoor bondage that guests could participate in. A few got to test out the stocks and other simple devices. There were metal poles buried in the ground in some areas that were meant to bind people to, including spread eagle. More things were to be added over time.

Another area they came to was the public bathrooms. There were see-through bathrooms similar to ones you can find in places like Japan. Where in Japan, the bathrooms would go opaque when the doors were locked and in use, these had the option to remain see-through even when occupied. There were other sections designed for humans to be public toilets. Seating was added throughout the area for those waiting or wanting to watch.

They ended up in an open area that was due for construction and stopped.

Miss Keys announced, “This area will be home to the resort's temple. It will not likely be done by the time the resort first opens. We are still in discussion with the design and who the temple will reflect. We will be looking for feedback to make it more general for the various Gods and Goddesses to worship, a rotation of deities, or focus on one or even a select few, like the Unicorn Goddess herself in the back.”

Emma literally wanted to die or find a hole to crawl into at that moment. She turned bright red as much of the crowd turned towards her. There wasn’t any escape, especially while wearing the ballet boots.

Miss Keys wasn’t finished as she added, “Imagine a temple built to be her domain. Statues of her likeness. A Goddess living in the temple and worshipped daily. So many delicious and exciting options.” She paused momentarily to let things sink in a moment. Miss Keys continued, “It is one of many options and possibilities being discussed.” A sly grin came across her face, “Even the Unicorn Goddess was unaware of the possibility until this moment.”

She tried to look calm despite the turmoil building up inside of her. She didn’t really get to dwell on it as people were coming up and asking her questions. She should really be used to this, but once again caught unprepared by her newfound fame and the consequences.

Minutes later, Miss Keys announced, “I am happy many of you have questions and opinions. We will have time later for further discussion. We will continue the tour now.”

The group started moving again. Emma and her group kept to the back, partly due to Emma’s pace. Part of her didn’t want to be seen or have attention on her.

Angie finally asked, “Are you okay?”

“Mindfucked and embarrassed.”

“Want to talk about it?”

Emma looked at the people in front of her. She knew some were listening and a few would occasionally look back at her. Angie seemed to catch on. Emma shook her head and did her best to follow.

Eventually everyone ended up in front of the hotel and were broken up into groups of ten to fifteen people. Angie, Kit, and Nix were still part of her group. Emma’s group had a guide she didn’t know. They headed immediately towards an ominous building with the other groups heading towards other buildings or areas.

As they got closer, Emma saw the fence around the perimeter. It was topped with barbed wire. Cameras up on top of poles lined the fence at intervals as well in the open yard and around the building as far as she could see. The space between the fence and the building was wide open with no place to hide even without the cameras. The windows of the building all had bars at least on the side they could see.

They passed through an outer security checkpoint. Emma found out guards would be posted to prevent escape as well as monitor and check those coming and going. The fence tunnel led them to the inner checkpoint. Once this place was in full-time service, only one end of the gate leading in and out would be opened at a time to further control access at all times.

By the time they reached the building, they stood outside another heavily secured door. It opened after a few minutes and they were led into a sterile lobby. There were signs pointing directions for visitors and prisoner intake. Between the two separate corridors leading further inside the prison was a wall with a bulletproof glass window that would allow someone to talk to and get information from if there was someone there.

The place was pretty empty and the lack of people was noticeable. So the clicking sounds of heels coming down the corridors from the one that was labeled for prisoner intake and most of the cell blocks, everyone perked up to see who was coming.

Miss Keys stepped out of the corridor and into the lobby. She looked over the group before her eyes stopped. Her look felt like it was piercing Emma’s soul. There was no warmth or kindness in the woman's face. She wasn’t Miss Keys at the moment, she was Warden Keys.

Everyone and everything had been silent since she entered. That made her voice sound more booming and further authoritative when she finally spoke.

“Epsilon!” Emma’s posture straightened at the name. “I can not allow someone like you to walk freely among the rest of…” She paused and scanned the rest of the group, “These barely innocent people. You are a danger to them as you have proven in the past. Let's take you to intake and they all get to see how an inmate is properly processed. Remember, I don’t want any insubordination or I will subdue you with maximum force. You are far too dangerous for anything less.”

There was a bit of shock from everyone, even Emma. Once again caught off guard. She was epsilon and clearly Warden Keys was the authority of this prison as much as the one back on Subspace, the cruise ship. Emma knew she was serious, but it was also a chance to engage with the woman she completely desired. She knew it was best to play her part. It was also a continuation of a fantasy she started, but hadn’t gone back to during her time with Nix.

Emma stepped forward, her arms out in front with her palms facing up, in a gesture of surrender. “Always thwarting my plans, Warden. Probably for the best… for them,” Emma said with a nod back towards the group to emphasize she was likely a danger to them.

As she got within a couple of feet of the warden before, she demanded Emma to stop and turn around. As Emma turned back to the group, she heard the warden move behind her. She didn’t have much time to react as something touched her side and electricity coursed through her body. The only reason she didn’t hit the ground hard as her body seized was that the smaller warden held her up from behind enough to slowly lower her to the ground. Emma was taller than her by a few inches, the ballet boots made it more drastic as she was on her toes constantly. The height was probably less of an issue when Emma likely outweighed her by around forty pounds. The warden was clearly fit and capable for her size and age.

Emma found herself in a room with just the warden. The others were outside watching through a window. She was still trying to gain full functionality of her body. The warden hadn’t let up as epsilon was dragged from the lobby to the intake room, she had tasered multiple times to keep her subdued. It was both terrifying and exciting to Emma. This was the experience she craved though it would take awhile to feel normal. Having your nervous system short circuited once could make someone feel that. She endured it multiple times. She had done it to others on a much lower intensity. She would need to ask how much voltage or at least the setting she was experiencing, eventually.

The serious looking warden expression changed to a cruel smirk as she asked, “Are you ready to continue? We are getting short on time and don't want the other tour groups to overlap.” Emma nodded in response, not wanting to speak at the moment. “We will do this quickly. It will be fun for me and less pleasant for you. Now stand up and remove your dress. Leave the boots on as we don’t have time to waste removing those deadly weapons. I'll ensure you are punished for bringing those into my domain without permission later. If I find any other contraband on you… Well you better hope I don’t.”

Emma stood up and removed her body hugging dress. She wasn’t given anything else to wear that day other than her ballet boots. Her chastity belt is a permanent fixture on her body these days. Part of her still was embarrassed to expose her body in public or to strangers, but it was something she was doing daily if not more often depending on her activities of the day. It still made her feel vulnerable as everyone got to see her imperfections and her unfit body. She had improved it some before the trip by trying to get in shape, but it wasn’t enough. The diet and exercise she was getting on the cruise was slowly changing her as well.

“Hands against the wall! Legs spread!” Emma was broken from her spiraling thoughts by the warden.

Warden Keys searched her body, quickly and efficiently. She didn’t lie that it would be more uncomfortable than normal. Not that Emma truly minded. She was still being touched by the woman she most desired.

Emma let out a gasp. She wasn’t the only one as members of the group were surprised by it as well. Warden Keys showed no mercy or intention to slow down as her rubber gloved hand penetrated Emma’s rectum one finger at a time. Before long, her slender hand was fully inside Emma’s bowels, fisting her a few times before pulling out.

“Nearly every inmate goes through this process, just not at this speed. But our time is limited and vile offenders like epsilon have earned far worse than this,” Warden Keys spoke to the tour group. There were microphones and speakers on both sides for communication.

“What did she do that was so bad?” One of the guests asked.

Warden Keys was removing the rubber gloves as she answered, “Special inmate epsilon has attempted to assault and rape multiple guards and myself. She is kept out of the general population to prevent attempts on other potential victims, whether they are inmates or not. She is our most violent and high risk prisoner we have had so far.” Warden Keys went to the restraints and grabbed the first piece. “That is why she is required to be bound and secure at all times for the safety of everyone here, including myself.”

The prison restraints were added to Emma’s body starting with her wrists being shackled. A belt was added up to her waist along with cuffs just above her elbows. The cuffs were attached to the belt limiting Emma’s arm movement. The chain from the shackles connected to the thigh and ankle cuffs that were added. A cruel mask was added. It held her tongue down and had small openings to allow her to breath and see. A thick collar was added to limit her head movement.

“Why the mask?” someone asked.

“Violent criminals like epsilon tend to be biters and spitters. So once again it is for the safety of the guests, staff, and prisoner herself.”

Emma was helped to a cell as her restraints and boots severely limited her movement. She was being held up by others when electricity coursed through her body once more. She was lowered to the ground as everyone exited. The cell door slid shut and the tumblers to the locks clanked, sealing Emma inside.

“It seems a bit harsh,” one person said.

“We do our best to cater to everyone. Everyone has different wants, desires, and limits. All of this is within her limits. Emma is quite the masochist and gets off on this type of treatment. In many ways she is the toughest type to satisfy. Always wanting more, but for everyone's safety, especially her own, we are still limited and must find unique ways to keep her satisfied. The prison is one of many options. You will find out if you haven’t already while on the cruise and here at the resort, normal rooms are not the only option for people to stay at. People have the option to try out other places full-time or part-time, like the prison.

You will soon tour multiple places and see different options. Even the main hotel has a maid quarters for guests to be trained and serve for all or part of their stay. There will be people who will book a trip here who will be arrested immediately upon stepping on the island and spend their entire vacation inside as an inmate. We even offer the option for those who desire to be trained as prison guards. To get back to the question, I am harsh towards her because she desires and wants it. We are here to provide people with an experience they can't get elsewhere. You have all had your own fantasies and desires catered to on the cruise or at least I hope so.

We want your experience to be everything you desire. I would be lying if I said that there isn’t a desire for most to return or positive feedback to bring in new people. This only works if people are happy. As for what makes people happy depends on each individual. Sorry for my long winded answer. We should get you to continue on the tour.”

“What about her? Are you letting her out to continue?”

A smile reached Miss Keys face, “Of course not. She is truly a danger to all of you. Even before being restrained, she was slowing the group down. You can now enjoy the rest of the tour at a proper pace.”

Warden Keys added, “Epsilon isn’t the only one here who has been an inmate at the Subspace prison. Why don’t you show them, Angie.”

Angie blushed and lifted up her skirt. Due to the location of her tattoo, she had to expose part of her lacy thong and her partially obscured pussy to others. Soon everyone got to see the tattoo on her inner thigh. Two large stylized letters reading ‘NG’ with the words ‘Property of’ above the two large letters. Below them it read ‘Subspace Prison’.

Much to everyone's surprise except maybe Emma, Warden Keys kissed the woman on the lips and added, “Good Girl.”

As they walked away, Warden Keys turned back to Emma with a cruel smirk. “Mindfuck!” she tried to shout through the mask. Not that anything coherent came out.

As everyone left, Emma tried to sit up but the restraints made it awkward. She looked around to find the cell barren except for a toilet. There was no bed or cot. She had solid walls surrounding her except the bars for the wall with the cell door that entered.

She tried to get comfortable on the cold, hard floor. Her flesh dealing with the harsh feeling of both the floor and restraints. She hadn’t forgotten the look of the group, even those of her friends.

More tour groups came through. Many were staring at the bound prisoner in her cell. Her mask prevented any communication. It appeared they all got to see a video of her intake and many were surprised to see that she was truly there.

Eventually after the last tour group passed through, a couple of people came to remove Emma from her cell. She didn’t recognize any of them and endured the slow trek out of the prison and the surrounding fenced in courtyard. They didn’t remove her restraints as she was brought to the hotel cafeteria.

There were questions and suggestions being asked to Miss Keys and others. Others congregated in small groups talking amongst themselves. It was a busy place even though Emma saw a number of people leaving, likely trying to catch the ferry early.

Emma found herself seated at a table and her mask removed, but not the rest of her restraints. Angie, Nix, and Kit came over to check on her and even gave her water to drink. Her restraints didn’t allow her hands near her face so she required help. The three of them left soon after, each with their own plans for the evening. Emma had no idea what her plans were. For now she'd wait as she was dependent on others.

The early dinner started and those who had signed up to have dinner with her sat at her table. Unlike the rest of them, Emma didn’t eat. She wasn’t even offered her usual smoothie. Instead her meal came from the cum from the men and women she gave dessert to. Usually it was only for those who signed up to have dinner with her, but another two dozen or so took advantage of the opportunity leaving Emma’s mouth worn out.

The majority of people had left and Emma only saw cleaning staff as she continued to sit there unsure what would happen next. It was soon answered as those that got her from the prison showed up. Her mask was put on and a new journey into the unknown began.

The sun was getting close to the horizon, but the sunset still had plenty of time to go before darkness replaced it. She was standing near the edge of a cliff. A number of tiki-like torches were lit and surrounded her. There was a small table with a chair off to the side.

She was soon pushed to her knees. A small chain anchored to the ground was attached to her collar. She couldn’t lift her head more than a foot off the ground. Her restraints hampered her, but if necessary she could rotate around the anchor point with effort.

Footsteps led away leaving her alone. She had quite the view. The early stages of sunset. The ocean went on as far as the eye could see. It was quite peaceful even in her current circumstances.

Footsteps came from behind her, but she didn’t want to exert the effort to rotate around to see, plus she would lose the view. The mask prevented her from speaking, so she waited to see what would happen.

“It is quite the view, isn’t it? I've considered building a house here to retire to at some point. Seeing you like you are makes me believe I should and keep you here like this forever. It does suit you well.”

Emma struggled to turn her head with the side even as the collar resisted. She caught glimpses of the heels and nylon covered legs.

“Always looking to worship my feet. While I can use a good foot massage, that is no longer something someone in your position could do.” Another set of footsteps came from behind Emma. “Ah, it looks like my dinner is here. I'm starving. Much like you, I only had coffee this morning and some water throughout the day.”

Miss Keys apparently sat down, she was out of Emma’s view. The other person had left, never saying a word. Emma knew she was eating by the exaggerated sounds. Her own stomach grumbled.

She spoke again, “No doubt you are hungry. But an animal like you isn’t really human. My table scraps would be far too good for you even if I had the keys to remove your mask, which I don’t. Don’t worry, I'll have someone bring you a bowl of dog food and water each morning. I suggest you enjoy them quickly before the pests show up and take their share. Though I imagine they will enjoy your flesh as well.

“I was nice enough to give you a bit of reprieve for now with the torches. Though it was mainly for my benefit to eat in peace. Once the torches run out. I'm sure many pests will look to feast upon your supple body. That is just one of many things you will learn to survive in your new life.”

“Wait until the wind picks up later. The cold will be the least of your worries. You see the wind carries tiny particles. The stronger the winds, especially the storms, the more your flesh will be sand blasted. It is likely to rip open your skin and then even more pests will feast on you. That won’t be good for you unfortunately. I'll have to consider getting you a proper bitchsuit to negate much of it if I decide to keep you long-term.”

Emma heard the fork clink against the empty plate which was followed by her speaking again, “One last suggestion before I need to head back and handle the never ending problems. It would be wise to do your business downwind. Unless you enjoy the smell or watching the pests feast on your own shit. Farewell my pet, in case you perish before I have a chance to return and allow you to bask in my presence. Oh, you have been desperate for titles to call me. You got one right today, though that one is usually reserved for those I truly want to punish and make suffer. They often call me many things before they break, but Mindfuck is one. So it is another lesson for you to consider as I reiterate,” Miss Keys paused while standing off to the side of Emma. “I'm not a good person.”

Emma listened as the footsteps faded in the distance. She didn’t bother fighting the restraints. There was no getting out or away. The torches were still active for now and there was enough moonlight reflecting off the ocean to still see a bit. Really there was little she could do but wait and enjoy the view until she passed out.

Subspace – Emma · Bound 2 · Part 2 (2/2)
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