Guilty x Creatures Ch. 59

Standing in the middle of the kitchen with another plate of pancakes in her hands, Kianna blinked in uncertainty as she found that everyone's eyes were now on her. Taking in Anton and Fiona's hungry looking expressions, and suddenly feeling exposed in her nearly naked state, the dark elf reflexively pressed her thighs together and nervously hunched her shoulders.

"Um, uh oh..." she whimpered softly as she laid her ears back submissively.

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Some time later found Kianna down in the dungeon and standing by herself in the middle of a large open space beneath a bright, overhead lamp.

Far off to her left, just outside the circle of light she had been made to stand under, sat Anton in one of the high-backed chairs. A small nightstand-like table had been set up right next to him and this was currently holding a bucket of ice containing a bottle of lightly chilled white wine and an empty glass.

Though his features were obscured by the shadows he was sitting in, Kianna could still tell that he was smirking at her, and so the pouting dark elf pointed her ears straight back as she glared back at him.

Having been stripped of her uniform, Kianna made an attempt to deny Anton a show by covering up as much of nakedness as she could, but much to her annoyance, it quickly became clear that he was more amused by her efforts than not.

"Stupid Master..." she muttered before looking away from him with a huff.

Chuckling softly, Anton shook his head as he took the bottle of wine from the ice and poured himself a glass.

Having given Fiona permission to practice some rope work on his slave today, Anton had no intention of participating directly in their activities, but was merely there to watch over them and make sure that the overly zealous Fiona didn't take things too far in her excitement and that a repeat of earlier incidents in which being restrained caused the dark elves to panic, didn't happen again.

And while he had every intention of also enjoying Kianna's company himself, in time. Forcing his little dark elf to wait that much longer, and having her go through an afternoon of torment at the hands of her sister, not only sounded quite entertaining, but was also a fitting punishment for the attempted kiss stealing little stunt she had pulled earlier.

Kianna's ears went from a straight back stance to up and alert just a moment before Fiona stepped out of the dungeon's walk-in closet and into the main room.

"Sorry to keep you waiting!" exclaimed Fiona as she strutted into the light and smiled broadly at her sister "Hopefully you didn't get too chilly..."

Stopping just in front of Kianna, Fiona's haughty confidence was on full display as she posed for her sister and showed off her outfit.

Dressed in skintight black leather pants with a bright red belt, arm length leather gloves, and a frilled equestrienne style dress shirt with a tiny red overcoat that was wrapped around her shoulders, Fiona had clearly embraced the woman in charge visage with her choice of attire. Her high heeled, knee length boots and the long, rolled up bullwhip hanging from her hip completed her slave tamer image.

Kianna let her eyes slowly rove over Fiona's outfit before bringing her gaze back up to her face.

"You look like the ringleader of a circus..." she said dryly "All you're missing is a top hat..."

Taken aback, Fiona blinked before pointing her ears straight back in anger.

"I! You! No I don't!" she cried in affront.

"Uh, yeah you do." said Kianna as she folded her arms across her chest.

"...Why you little bitch! I do not look like a fucking ringleader!" exclaimed Fiona.

Kianna cocked an eyebrow before shifting her gaze over to Anton for confirmation. Following her lead, Fiona also turned to him and gave him an expectant look.

Anton stared back at them for a moment before suddenly becoming very interested in his wineglass.

"Okay, you know what! Fuck the both of you!" stated Fiona as Kianna smiled smugly "Neither of you know what you're even talking about!"

"Uh huh..." drawled Kianna as she cocked her hip and smiled cattily.

"...You know, you've got quite an attitude for a naked slave whose waiting to be tied up." said Fiona as she stepped up to her sister.

Unable to utilize neither her mana nor her aura, as both were currently being barred by Anton via her collar, Kianna could do nothing but stiffen in unease as Fiona's aura suddenly surrounded her.

"I've had quite enough sass out of you..." mumbled Fiona as she summoned a green glowing riding crop into her hand and used it to lift Kianna's chin "Maybe I should do something about that mouth of yours... Maybe I should put it to work..."

With her boots currently giving Fiona several inches over her, Kianna couldn't help but to have to look up at her sister. She swallowed a lump in her throat as she watched Fiona's eyes begin to glow with a hungry looking red light.

"Or maybe I'll save that for later..." said Fiona as she smiled at the defiant nervousness in her sister's eyes "Maybe I'll start with you instead..."

Kianna couldn't help but to lightly jump as Fiona suddenly dropped her whip away from her chin and used it to slap lightly at her inner thighs.

"Spread your legs, slave..." said Fiona in a quiet but commanding tone.

Kianna was still for a moment before she pointed her ears straight back and reluctantly did what she was told.

"Now there's a good girl..." smiled Fiona as she let her whip fall to melt away and cupped her now free hand over her sister's slit "Let's see what you have for me here..."

Kianna couldn't help but to make a tiny sound in the back of her throat as she felt Fiona slowly slide her fingers between the lips of her sex a few times before tentatively slipping two of her fingers inside her. Clenching her jaw, Kianna balled her fists and resisted the urge to press her thighs together as Fiona's invading digits began to teasingly curl within her.

"Hmm... Not quite wet yet..." mused Fiona as she gleefully watched her sister squirm "But I doubt it would take much to get you there... Too bad for you though, that isn't the plan... Yet...

Tightening her hold and using the fingers she had inside Kianna as leverage, Fiona jerked her sister forward and held her against herself as she gazed down into her eyes.

"First it'll be the rest of you that I'll be focusing on instead..." smiled Fiona "Especially these parts..."

Eyes going wide in surprise, Kianna's ears pointed themselves straight upwards as Fiona suddenly took hold of her breasts and began to roughly mash them together.

"Oh yeah... I'm gonna have some fun with these puppies..." said Fiona as she laughed softly and playfully massaged the warm, soft mounds of female flesh "Gods alive, I can't wait!"

Kianna blinked as Fiona suddenly darted away from her.

"I've got to get ready!" exclaimed Fiona as she rushed over to a stack of furniture and quickly returned with another nightstand like table.

Kianna merely stood there and quietly watched as her sister then raced back and forth from one display case to another as she collected her supplies and brought them back to the table. Suddenly feeling exposed again in her nakedness, Kianna couldn't help but to cross her arms protectively over her chest as she watched a pile of ropes slowly begin to grow on the table.

"Uh, don't you think that's enough, Fiona?" she questioned as she continued to nervously eye the heap of ropes "I mean, do you really need this much rope just to practice with?"

Stopping short, Fiona stared at her sister for a moment before marching off to another display case.

"Yeah. That's enough out of you." she said as she came sauntering back with a white-colored ball gag held out in front of her "Your speaking privileges are hereby revoked."

"Oh, c'mon! A gag too! Seriously!?" exclaimed Kianna as she held up her hands.

"Don't act surprised." said Fiona with a smile "You knew this was bound to happen."

Pointing her ears straight back, Kianna clenched her jaw and glared at her sister.

Still smiling, Fiona merely waited as she held the gag up to Kianna's tight lipped mouth.

After a short standoff, Kianna rolled her eyes with a huff and reluctantly opened her mouth.

"Good girl." teased Fiona as she popped the ball in place and stepped around to buckle the gag tightly.

With her ability to speak clearly now cut off by the large white ball that was wedged between her teeth, Kianna's retort came in the form of a low grumbling growl of irritation.

"And to make sure you don't mess with it..." said Fiona gleefully "Let's get those hands locked away too, shall we!?"

Moving over to the pile of ropes, Fiona selected a nice 6 foot length of 8mm jute rope that had been dyed a bright white. She choose this particular style because despite it being softened to a comfortable degree with a bit of added nylon during its processing, its twined shape was still defined enough that it would leave clear impressions on a subjects skin if wrapped appropriately tight. And she was of course going to make sure that it was indeed, wrapped tightly enough to do so.

"Wrists together, slave..." smiled Fiona as she shortened her rope by folding it in half "And behind the back, if you will."

Clenching her jaw, and driving the tips of her sharpened fangs into the gag's rubber ball in the process, Kianna clasped her hands together behind her back.

"Not like that. Keep your wrists pressed together, but make two fists." said Fiona as she stepped around behind her.

When Kianna did as she was told, Fiona stopped for a moment to admire the shapely form in front of her.

With her shoulders rolled back, her arms held rigid against the gracefully smooth, arching slope of her back, and her hands held together at the wrists and resting over the soft mounds of her rump, Kianna was, in Fiona's eyes, a perfect example of true feminine beauty.

For years Fiona's dreams, both waking and not, had been filled with the tantalizing visages of the fairer sex. She dreamed of the smooth, round shapes, elegant curves and soft bends of the female form, and of moments just like this, moments in which she could freely enjoy the full splendor of just such a form in all of its spectacular glory.

And she dreamed of enhancing that form.

She dreamed of molding it, sculpting it, curling, bending, stretching and finally, binding it into the exotic shapes that she desired to see it in.

With her own hands, she would take a person and combine their helpless living flesh, with lifeless merciless bounds, and create art. Art that would showcase just how hauntingly beautiful the female form could truly be.

But that was getting ahead of things.

She still needed to practice this craft before she could ever hope to achieve her goal of turning a body into a work of art.

The idea of practicing was no less exciting for her though, as she had forever longed for a time wherein she would have full power over a waiting subject. And while deep down she knew full well that it was both a bit surreal that she would be using another dark elf's body for practice, and her own sister's body at that, and that Kianna was not truly her slave to do with as she pleased, the situation was still close enough to her dreams for her to fully enjoy it.

So now all but giddy with excitement, Fiona set to work on binding her sister's hands together.

Pulling what she thought was the correct pattern from memory, Fiona looped her rope around Kianna's wrists several times before back tracking and trying again and again. Unable to get things just right, she quickly grew frustrated enough to take a step back and fume.

"Hey. Don't move. I'll be right back." she huffed as she stepped around Kianna and made her way back to the walk-in closet.

Blinking in confusion, Kianna waited and watched the closet until Fiona came sprinting back out of it.

"Sorry about that!" exclaimed Fiona as she speedily retook her place behind Kianna "Just needed to check something real quick..."

Crouching down to get a better view of what she was doing, Fiona hastily looped her rope back around Kianna's wrists and grinned as the type of binding she was aiming for finally began to take shape. When it was complete, Kianna's hands were separated by a length of rope wedged between them, and yet were still locked together at the wrists. This type of tie would leave enough rope for Fiona to loop the last bit of it upwards to the top of the wedge, where she could then tie it off in a knot that would be out of reach of Kianna's probing fingers.

That was the plan at least, but as she tried to tie off the rope it quickly became apparent that her knot wasn't going to work. And so, sighing in irritation, she stood up and without another word, stomped back to the closet.

Watching her go, Kianna cocked one of her ears in a questioning manner and turned to Anton.

Having a pretty good idea of what was going on, Anton got up from his seat and made his way over to the closet.

"Hello, Fiona?" he said as he knocked on the door frame.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be right there!" growled Fiona from within "Just one sec..."

"What are you doing?" asked Anton.

There was a slight pause before Fiona huffed and appeared in the doorway.

"I'm just checking something real quick..." she grumbled as she indicated the book she was holding.

"Mm hm, I figured that was what you were doing..." nodded Anton as he eyed the cover of what was obviously a bondage guide book "Why don't you just bring your book out with you? Why are you trying to hide it?"

"Because it ruins the mood!" complained Fiona "...And also it's kind of embarrassing. I've read this book so much that I should already know how to do this. But I keep fucking up my loops, and I can't even get my knot right."

"You're practicing." said Anton with a shrug "And I'm sure you're excited, so it's no surprise that you'd be getting floundered a bit. Don't worry about it though. Just bring your book with you, learn how to do things right, and eventually you won't need it."

Hesitating a moment, Fiona said nothing as she glanced down at her book.

"...It's going to be more embarrassing if you have to keep running back over her every few minutes." chuckled Anton as he turned and made to head back to his chair "But you do this how you want to. Personally, if it was me, that book would be the last thing I'd keep hidden, and the first thing I would have shown to my slave."

"...Huh? Why?" questioned Fiona as she followed after him.

Glancing over his shoulder at her, Anton grinned.

"Because I think it would be fun to show them exactly what I'm going to do to them." he said around a smile.

Staring at him for a moment, Fiona smiled back.

"Okay, yeah, that's a pretty good idea." she said as they both turned their eyes to Kianna.

Finding their attention on her, and registering their evil looking grins, Kianna's ears lowered themselves as she hunched her shoulders and whimpered nervously.

"Hey, slave..." cooed Fiona as she came up to her and held her opened book up for her to see "Check it out... What do you think of this?"

Staring at the picture of a naked, tightly bound, female model for a moment, Kianna's eyes slowly went wide as she looked up at Fiona.

"Yep. That's gonna be you in a little while. It's a pretty intense tie, huh? Says it's kinda tough to pull off too, for first timers at least. Don't worry though, I'll figure it out. And I'll make sure everything's tight enough that you'll look just like this." smiled Fiona as she turned the book around and flipped to the page that she needed "But first things first... Gotta make you helpless..."

Whining miserably, Kianna looked down at her breasts and shuddered as Fiona stepped back behind her.

Having propped her book up on the table so she could see it clearly, Fiona made quick work with her knots, and with Kianna's hands now finally out of the way, she moved on to the next step.

Having Kianna kneel down until she was sitting on her knees, Fiona sat down with her and spent the next half hour clumsily looping rope around and in between her sister's bent legs as she worked to bind her up in what was, according to the book, called a "Frog tie" style of bondage. When she was finished, Fiona had left Kianna's legs bound in such a way that her ankles were molded against her thighs and she could no longer stand up at all. Thus she was trapped on her knees now, but with her legs tied up in such a way that her sex was still open and readily available.

Annoyed with this situation as a whole, Kianna spent her time mostly glaring at her sister while also taking tentative glances at Anton, as she was still very conscious of the fact that he was watching them.

Knowing full well how much pleasure he took in teasing and bullying her himself, there was little doubt in her mind that he would enjoy seeing her in the predicament that she was in now. And while she would much rather be playing with him at the moment, knowing that she was still giving him a good show was exciting enough on its own, or at least for now it was...

"Okay, that's done! Legs are good!" exclaimed Fiona as she stood up and rubbed her hands together "Now for the main piece!"

Kianna again whimpered nervously as she tightened her shoulders and hunched over in a bid to hide her bust.

"Aw, are you worried? That's so cute!" teased Fiona as she turned the pages in her book back to the tie she had shown Kianna earlier "And completely understandable..."

The bondage tie being showcased was a form of heavy breast bondage that consisted of an intricate rope harness that encased the entire upper torso, from the shoulders down to the belly, and acted as a frame from which ropes that were wrapped tightly around the base of subjects breasts could be anchored to.

Far and away it was sort of like a bondage style bikini top, though one that rather than actually cover the wearer's breasts, would instead expose and accentuate them as much as possible.

Fiona wasted no time as she began to set up the groundwork for this tie. She started by laying out all the lengths of ropes that she would need, and then draping several of them over Kianna's shoulders.

"Hold these for a sec..." she said as she gleefully measured out two lengths of rope by pulling them down and positioning them over Kianna's breasts.

With the looped ends of the rope left to rest teasingly just over her nipples, Kianna's chest tightened in anticipation.

Though she knew that her watching Master wouldn't let any real harm come to her, Kianna was also fairly confident that Fiona had no intention of being gentle with her in any way. And thus, while she had accepted her fate already, the nervous dark elf couldn't help but to worry that the uncomfortable looking tie would actually be painful for her to endure.

In an effort to put these thoughts out of her mind, Kianna let her eyes drift to the side and did her best to try and ignore what her sister was doing to her. This of course became harder and harder to do as she felt more and more of the ropes being looped and tightened around her body.

About midway through the tie, Fiona suddenly became frustrated with the rigid angle that Kianna's arms were being forced to rest in, as they were making it harder for her to complete her tie properly. And so she quickly untied her sister's wrists and preceded to instead fold her arms together behind her back, layering them from wrist to elbow before tying them back together.

Kianna just rolled her eyes as Fiona apparently felt the need to keep apologizing for having to redo this.

With Kianna's arms now in a better position, Fiona was finally able to incorporate them fully into her tie, and as the lengths of rope were threaded around her limbs, Kianna found that any attempt to move her arms resulted in the tightening of the rope harness that was quickly taking shape around her chest.