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Pleasure Slave	By : Capitalist Category: +. to F > Card Captor Sakura Views: 84321 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Chapter 14
‘rebel’s submission’

In the darkness the nightmare covered him, held him down and smothered him. Trapped and helpless, he hated it. And then the nightmare penetrated him, sliced him open and made him scream. That was when he woke, fists gripping at the soft white rug underneath him and body rigid with fear. In the quiet of the night his thumping heart and raspy breathing were the only noises, and when his vision adjusted enough to recognize Yue’s room around him he knew it was no nightmare. A memory.
His eyes glittered in the dark, and Touya could feel his lips and hands roaming over his body again, exploring him. Touching him, turning his blood hot against his will. Touya hugged his arms to his chest and discovered he wasn’t wearing anything. Bare skin, exposed – I will have you tonight – where were his clothes?
Touya tried to move and found he was bound to the firegrate, as usual. But his pants had never been completely removed, still puddled around his ankles, and desperately he yanked them up. Too quickly, several muscles protested the sudden movement. Particularly on his backside, and the pain of penetration flared up again in his memory.
You are lovely, slave.
Touya trembled and pressed himself to the floor, unwillingly reliving the experience. Pounding heart, frantic breathing, Yue’s body entwined with his. He should have fought him, he did fight him. But he just wasn’t strong enough and then… and then he stopped fighting. Did he help, at one point, did he do as he was told?
Touch yourself for me.
It was too much. Chained to a post Touya couldn’t run from the memories, and so he took the only other course of escape and closed his eyes. His body was limp with exhaustion, and he dropped back into an uneasy sleep.
But the nightmare woke him up three more times.

Ralen finally roused him by prodding him unkindly with a foot.
“Come on, get up already. I haven’t got all day to waste on you.” His voice and the morning sunshine filtered into Touya’s waking mind, promptly followed by the memories. With a start he sat upright, eyes wide and dilated, then winced at the responding soreness.
“Finally,” Ralen drawled. “Looks like Yue finally kept you up past your bedtime… doing what I just can’t imagine.” Idly he picked up Touya’s shirt off the bedcovers and tossed it in his direction, and Touya fumbled to pull it on.
“It’s about time, if you ask me. We were all starting to wonder if he’d ever get to it, or just keep you locked up here and look at you all summer. Come on, legs forward now.” He smirked when he saw Touya rearrange himself, moving stiffly. “Was he rough?”
Beg, and I promise to be gentle.
Touya trembled, and could not speak. Part of him was aware of Ralen, heard his malicious comments and wanted to strike back, but the daylight and company could not drown out the memories. His hands were still on Touya’s body, his lips caressing his skin. In an effort to make it stop he hugged his arms to his chest, no good. His clothes were still gone, he was still naked under those eyes…
In a fog he stumbled after Ralen on the familiar route to his morning bath. In the water he scrubbed himself viciously, but it didn’t erase the memory of Yue’s touch and only left his body aching with renewed soreness. It hurt to walk, and the journey back up to the bedchambers was all the slower thanks to his limping. Ralen said more things, probably unkind, but Touya could not make out the words.
Much as it pained him to move, Touya escaped Yue’s bedroom as quickly as he could. He could not, he would not spend another minute in there. But wandering was out of the question, given his condition, so he settled for curling up on a small balcony that overlooked a flowered courtyard.
And still Yue would not leave him. In the gentle warmth of the spring day Touya relived the night over, and over, again.

It was Siki and Kylie that bathed the slave that morning, and gossipy Kylie was quick to tell Cale. Cale told Lara, and it wasn’t until Lara confirmed the rumor with Ralen that Aya heard. She was on her hands and knees, scrubbing the marble floors of the foyer while Lara performed the easier task of wiping down windows, when their overseer walked past.
“Good morning, sir Ralen,” Lara greeted silkily, and the response was a pleased smile and slap on her rump. She jumped and squeaked. Even Aya could see his good mood and Lara pounced on it, sidling up to Ralen with a flirtatious smile. The most senior of all the female servants, she was the best at currying his favor and all too eager to offer him sexual favors for getting out of her chores.
“Is it true? Did he finally take him?”
Aya looked up sharply, the scrub brush forgotten in her hand. Ralen’s smile had spread from ear to ear.
“Oh, it’s obvious. You should have seen the look on his face when I woke him, it was priceless. Boy didn’t know what hit him. Maybe now he’ll wipe that insolent scowl off his face.” Ralen’s hands had slipped down around Lara’s waist as he spoke, and by chance his eyes lit on Aya.
“And what are you looking at?”
“Nothing,” she answered quickly, and dropped her eyes back to the floor.
“A little faster than that, Aya, I want this floor and the stairs sparkling by noon. And get the windows too, while you’re at it.”
Aya looked up in time to see Lara’s triumphant wink, before Ralen pulled her through the doorway. Well, it wasn’t unexpected at least. With a sigh Aya returned to her chore.

He would be thirsty. Siki hung back in the shadow of the doorway for a moment, fussing with her hair and watching Jensen trade blows with Rei. Every hard smack of the wooden quarterstaffs echoed in the small courtyard, the pair’s hard and ragged breathing almost as loud. She waited until they’d paused and parted before stepping out into the sunlight, pitcher and cups in hand.
“Are you very hot, Jen? I’ve brought some chilled water.”
Right away he brightened, and lowered his staff. “Hey, thanks! Just what I needed, you’re a mindreader. I’ll take a cup.”
Siki’s smile faded a bit, but obligingly she poured him a cupful and also one for Rei.
“So… did you hear?”
“Yeah, from Tim. So what do you say, Rei? Five?”
“Nah, eight at the least. It’s been a while.”
“Six,” Siki chimed in, quick to refill Jensen’s cup before he’d even finished it.
“Maybe. Hey Li, what do you think?” The third occupant of the training courtyard paused in the middle of a complicated maneuver and threw them a distracted look.
“What?”
“About the slave,” Rei prompted impatiently.
“What about her?”
“Not the girl, the other one. How many more days to go?”
Li wrinkled his nose in distaste. “I don’t care.” Without sparing another glance for either of them he returned to his drill, and Jensen rolled his eyes.
“Stick in the mud,” he whispered, and Siki giggled. Then she poured him some more water.

Siki’s idea was a good one, but Aya was a little nervous as she watched him from the castle hall’s interior, teacup in hand. Did he know he was the subject of all that gossip, flowing through the lower levels of the castle, and had been ever since he arrived? Did he even suspect? She felt like she ought to pity him, chained up and staring out into empty space so vacantly, but she did not. She really would like it if he drank her tea.
“Excuse me,” she ventured softly, when he still hadn’t noticed her presence. “Sir? I made you a cup of tea.”
He blinked and looked her way, and if Aya had any doubts then his expression erased them for good. He had been taken.
“Did he tell you to do that?”
“Master Yue? Er, no. I just… thought you might like some.” Shyly she approached and held it out in offering. “It took me a little while to find you, so it’s cooled a little. But it’s very good, I think.”
Touya stared at her for a few silent seconds, then accepted the cup. “Didn’t I tell you not to call me that?”
“Sorry. Touya.”
“Hn.” He lifted the cup to his lips and sipped the warm liquid, and Aya thought he seemed to enjoy the taste.
“It’s mint and chamomile,” she explained. “It should help with the pain.”
Abruptly he stopped drinking, looked at her and then looked out over the empty courtyard again.
“Does everyone know?”
“Well, yes. You are the master’s pleasure slave, after all.”
The teacup hit the balcony bench so hard it shattered, and Aya jumped. Hot tea splashed everywhere, but he didn’t seem to feel it.
“I’m not.”
“Are you all right? There’s blood -”
“Go.”
In the space of a moment he’d turned hard as stone, and absolutely unwelcoming. Aya only took the time to pick up the bigger shards of porcelain, and fled.

“There you are.”
At the sound of his voice Touya clenched his fists, hiding the small scratches he’d been staring at all afternoon. Yue was there in the doorway, regarding him with some disapproval, and Touya adhered himself to the balcony rail.
“Get away from me. Don’t come any closer.”
“I granted you a reprieve yesterday, slave, but you know that you are expected to be in my room before I return. Did you think you could hide from me here?”
“I’m not your slave!” Touya snarled, and suffered a burst of panic when Yue took a step closer. “Stay away from me!”
“You already have punishment due, don’t make it worse for yourself. Come here.”
“Never,” Touya spat, resolve sharpened by fear. “I won’t. I won’t do it again.” When Yue took another step he scrambled onto the railing itself and stood, a little unsteadily with his chains. Immediately Yue stopped moving, but the look in his eyes was more surprised than concerned.
“Get down from there at once, slave.”
“I would rather die than let you do that to me again, rather die than ever let you touch me again.”
Yue’s eyes narrowed and he looked away, at the dusky shadows eclipsing the castle around them.
“This foolishness is making me angry, slave. Get down, and come to me now.”
“No.”
“You’re not going to jump.”
“And what makes you so sure?”
“You won’t,” Yue replied simply, evenly. Standing there, brilliant white and silver in the evening dusk, he provoked a swelling of dread in Touya’s throat that he could not swallow. It wouldn’t happen again, he wouldn’t let it happen again. All he had to do was fall, and it would be quick. Better to die than live a life as this thing’s slave.
Where’s my brother?
There was just one thing keeping him where he stood, looking down into the darkened courtyard instead of throwing himself into it.
Your brother is gone.
For the first time all day Touya felt his eyes burn with tears, hot and painful.
Onii-chan would never leave me.
The humiliation and pain could not compete with her voice, delicate and small in his mind. Leave her? Leave her to face this?
Nevertheless, he is gone. Come here. On your knees.
Touya dropped to his hands and knees with a broken sob, defeated. He couldn’t do it after all. Something in him would not let him give up.
The balcony was quiet. Yue said or did nothing, still patiently waiting for Touya. Humiliated that he’d witnessed him crying, he rolled off the railing and onto the bench, still not ready to approach him willingly.
“I’ll wait all night if I have to,” Yue said softly. “But you will come.”
The pink began to fade from the sky, the darkness welling up from underneath them with the onset of dusk. Touya wished he could stay here on this bench forever, just out of Yue’s reach, Sakura still safe, but no. He would miss their dinner. He had to get up, go forward. He had no choice.
Oh, there’s always a choice, she’d said.
Trouble was, Touya knew he’d already made it. He stood up and shuffled forward, until he was standing directly before Yue. And he met him stare for stare, chin held high. He flinched when Yue wiped a tear from his face, but aside from that Yue didn’t touch him.
“To my room,” he ordered, tone still perfectly even.

Ralen was already waiting for them when they arrived, Touya clinking in his chains ahead of the silent Yue. The lord of the castle ignored his servant’s curious looks and dismissed them both, sending Touya to dinner. But Touya didn’t miss the way Yue’s eyes followed him out of the room.
That, along with the tense scene on the balcony, left Touya feeling nervous and unsettled. He paid no attention to Ralen’s speculations on where the two of them were and what they were doing. Instead he put all his energy into assuming the untroubled mask he wore for dinner. Now more than ever, Sakura couldn’t guess.
The chains came off, and Ralen opened the door. As always, Sakura ran to greet him in what had become their own dinnertime ritual.
“Onii-chan!” He braced himself and she pounced; his muscles screamed in protest.
“Oof. Hello to you too.” He squeezed her in return and let her down as quickly as possible, struggling not to let any of the pain show on his face.
“You’re late today, I was worried! I thought maybe you were sick again.” She led him back to the sofa and he sat gingerly on the cushions. “Did something happen? Are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m all right and no, nothing happened,” Touya assured her, lying on both counts. He lied to Sakura so often now it wasn’t even something he thought about, abstract morals like truth and honesty didn’t matter while they were trapped in this place. He couldn’t tell Sakura that her older brother nearly died today.
Unconsciously he squeezed her hand and she whimpered. “Ouch, that hurt.”
“Sorry.” Penitently he let go, and patted it instead. “And I’m sorry that I made you worry, Sakura. I won’t be late again.”
“Please don’t. I just hated it when you weren’t here that night, I look forward to seeing you all day.” The momentary enthusiasm over his arrival dimmed, Sakura sighed and slumped against the sofa’s back cushions. “I’m going out of my mind in that cage, Onii-chan. It’s so boring! Do you think if I asked Yue -”
“No,” Touya interrupted, quickly.
“Just if I could help the servants in the castle.”
“Please, Sakura, don’t. I don’t want you talking to Yue if you can help it.”
“But why?”
“Just… don’t, okay?” Remembering the things Yue had done to him made him sweat, when he thought about his little sister. Just the idea of Yue coming anywhere near Sakura made him nervous. She frowned and crossed her arms, looking petulant.
“It’s not fair. You get to work for him all day, and I don’t get to do anything.”
Touya blanched and clenched his fists.
“Sakura, I don’t want to talk about it. Eat your dinner.”
“But Nii-chan -”
“Sakura.” She subsided with a ‘hmph’, obviously still cross. It hurt Touya, inside, to treat her this way but he didn’t know what else to do. He wanted her out of Yue’s sight and out his mind as much as possible, and he really didn’t care how annoyed she got about it. The important thing was that she was safe.
They ate in silence for a while, with only the night breeze blowing through the open balcony doors and their own cutlery making any noise. Touya had just decided he’d finished when Sakura spoke again.
“Oh, Nii-chan, you’ve got some dirt on your neck. Let me get it for you.” She dunked her napkin in her water glass and attacked his flesh, rubbing so hard he yelped. Startled, she blinked and drew back. “Sorry, did that really hurt?”
“No,” Touya lied, delicately tracing his fingertips over the tender area.
I’ve marked you as my own. You’re mine now.
“Onii-chan? You look pale.”
“I’m fine, Sakura.” With an effort he brought himself back to the present, tried to concentrate on his sister. “Um, it’s not dirt. It’s a bruise.”
“A bruise? How did you get one there?”
“Lifting something- it slipped. That’s all.”
“Lifting something over your shoulder?” She squinted, unconvinced. “And it slipped and hit your neck on just that one spot? That’s strange.”
“Isn’t it, though?” Touya gritted, starting to hope that Ralen would knock on that door soon.
“What were you doing, anyway? You never did tell me what kind of work you’re doing for Yue.”
“Ah, a little of this, of little of that. You know, just like back in the village.” He’d given her this answer before, but this time Sakura wasn’t satisfied.
“Like what, though? Because if I could help -”
“NO!” Touya shouted, before he could stop himself. Sakura shrank back, her eyes wide as teacups, and he could have kicked himself. “I’m sorry, Sakura, I didn’t mean to yell.”
“But why?” Tears pricked at her eyes, and the sight of them made Touya writhe. “Are you angry at me?”
“Of course not, Sakura. I just- want you to be safe here, that’s all.”
“I know you do. But what does that have to do with working?” Before the wretched Touya could come up with an answer, Ralen opened the door – none too soon, in his opinion.
“I have to go now, Sakura. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“But Nii-chan -”
“Goodnight.” He dropped a rapid kiss on her brow and left the room as fast as his aching body would allow. Not until the door was solidly shut did he exhale, and lean against the wall in limp relief.
“Uh-oh, have the devoted siblings been quarreling? Whatever about?”
“None of your business,” Touya growled.
“Touchy. But I’ll take it that means I was right. On the floor, slave.”
“I’m not a slave.”
Ralen returned his chains and led him back to Yue’s room, and the near-argument with his sister fled his mind. Now his thoughts returned to the bedroom, and what was surely waiting for him. Of all the memories haunting him, every touch, every whisper, every caress of the tongue, one of them in particular stood out.
I’m finished with you for the night.
Ralen knocked.
For the night.
“Enter.”
Touya’s throat went dry, but when the door opened he stepped through. He’d made his choice, better him than his sister. Yue was sitting in his armchair as usual, already in his robe, but his hair was still plaited and he was toying with his hairbrush.
“Come, slave.”
“I’m not your slave.” Warily he circled around Yue’s chair, coming just close enough to accept the brush, then dropped to a kneeling position beside it. Yue’s long silver hair was impossibly soft and smooth, like strands of silk, and it was easy to brush. All the same, Touya didn’t like it, the chore felt demeaning. Which was probably why Yue made him do it. He remembered Yue’s eyes, the night before when he’d done this, and discovered his fingers were actually shaking as they unwound the long plait. It was right after this that Yue –
Touya swallowed again, and tried to smooth out the motion of his arm. The fire crackled; nothing else in the room besides he and it moved. Yue was silent. Up and up he moved, his knees beginning to ache in this position. He gathered a handful of Yue’s hair to pull away from his shoulders, for easier brushing, and for just a moment he touched Yue. Only a brief touch, but Yue inhaled so sharply at the contact that Touya started and dropped the brush. It hit the arm of the chair and clattered noisily to the floor. Before Touya could duck and recover it Yue’s hand had gripped his chin, keeping him still for the moment.
“Do you remember what I told you would happen, if you failed to return to my bedroom before evening?”
Touya licked his dry lips, and nodded.
“And yet you didn’t come anyway. Why is that, slave? Why did you make me come collect you?” His hold on Touya loosened, allowing him to speak, but Touya could not answer.
I will have you tonight… finished with you for the night.
Vivid memories spilled into his mind and without realizing it Touya trembled. Yue studied him perceptively, then stroked the back of his hand along Touya’s cheek. Touya flinched again, dimly aware that his heart was beating faster.
“Poor slave,” Yue murmured. “It truly scares you, doesn’t it? You’ve never been taken before.”
“I’m not scared,” Touya finally managed, stiffly.
“Of course you are. Do you think I should punish you, for disobeying me today? Restrict you to my chambers again?” Hastily Touya shook his head. “Will you be late tomorrow?”
“No,” Touya whispered.
“I am glad to hear it. And now, slave, I want you to stand.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Touya rocked back onto his feet and stood. “Before me.”
A few steps took him to stand in front of the chair, and Yue motioned casually. The chains on both his wrists and ankles unlatched themselves. “Undress yourself.”
A wave of déjà vu hit him and Touya gulped, clutching at his shirt in automatic reflex. Before him Yue was watching, waiting to see what he would do. Ready to force him if he had to.
Touya pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the floor. Skin heating up with embarrassment, he pulled free the knot in his pants and allowed them to drop to his ankles. It was the first time he’d ever willingly undressed himself for Yue, he realized as he kicked them off his feet, and it was so very different than undressing himself in the bathing room every morning. Why, he didn’t know, but it had something to with those hungry eyes looking him over. Unsure what to do with his hands, he clenched his fists at his sides and met Yue’s stare. He was scrutinizing every inch of him, exploring every detail in a leisurely fashion that left Touya’s blood turning hot beneath his flushed skin. The sheer intensity of his stare was every bit as invasive as his wandering hands.
“Very good,” Yue appraised, eyes lingering on Touya’s groin. He blushed again when he realized he’d become aroused, under Yue’s gaze, and wished that he could somehow hide his body’s betrayal. “Now lie down.”
He didn’t like that, but anything was better than standing before Yue on open display. Touya dropped to the rug and lay on his back, staring up at the familiar sculpted ceiling.
“Open your legs,” Yue instructed, when Touya did not do so on his own. His heart thumped apprehensively in his chest, but he did force them apart.
“Now touch yourself.”
That Touya had not been expecting. “What? Why?”
“You should not question your master when given an order,” Yue reproved. “Do it because I want you to.”
“You’re not my master,” Touya muttered under his breath. Uncertainly he took his stiff member in his hand and rubbed it. “I don’t do this very often.”
“You did it well enough last night. Stroke yourself.” Unwanted memories flashed through his mind and he cringed. But his hand kept moving automatically, stimulating another rush of heat to his groin. Even looking at the ceiling he could feel Yue’s eyes on him, devouring the sight, and at the thought his body prickled with fresh sensitivity. His organ swelled in his hand.
The lightest whisper of a touch glided along his inner thighs, and Touya jerked with both surprise and the eager response in his manhood.
“Shh,” Yue soothed, smoothing his palms up Touya’s legs and over his hips. Touya looked just long enough to see that Yue was naked as well, kneeling between his legs, and then hurriedly looked away. Panic fluttered in his chest again, but Yue didn’t even touch him – at least, not there. Instead his fingertips trailed lightly over Touya’s skin, so faint it was almost a tickle, and Touya squirmed. Higher and higher up his chest Yue moved, occasionally dropping a chaste kiss here and there, and all the while Touya could feel that unbearable heat blooming inside him. Yue was directly over him, he knew, he could smell him. Could feel his body hovering over his, crawling up along his chest. A sudden weight on his shoulders surprised him into opening his eyes, and he was horrified to discover Yue kneeling almost directly over his face.
His panic redoubled itself and he fought to get free, but Yue had securely pinned him to the floor like this and already he was losing feeling in his arms.
“Don’t resist me, slave,” Yue advised. “You know that I am stronger. Open your mouth.” Touya clamped his mouth shut and turned his face; impatiently Yue took his chin and turned it upward again. And then he merely waited, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills that to Touya seemed to last forever. His arms had gone numb, and Yue was obviously ready to keep him here as long as he had to. Too strong to fight.
Touya opened his mouth. Immediately Yue sank in, almost gagging Touya. Something about this position allowed even deeper plunging than usual and Touya had to fight for breath, thrashing and kicking uselessly while Yue thoroughly fucked his mouth. After an age, he released and flooded Touya with his warm essence.
Disgusted, Touya choked it down amidst some pathetic coughing. Yue shifted his position, releasing Touya from his weight, but when Touya tried to move he placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
“I will tell you when we’re done, slave.”
Not a slave, he wanted to say, but his throat burned raw and he was still coughing. Speech was not possible. And always before Yue’s ejaculation signaled an end to the session. Surely he couldn’t want more. Wheezing for breath, he collapsed limply against the rug. Dimly he was aware that Yue caressing his chest, licking and fondling him again, but he didn’t react. Didn’t react until an unexpected warm wetness enclosed his organ, and he almost jumped off the floor.
“Hold still, slave,” Yue chided. “I wish to taste you.”
His tongue traced a path along Touya’s length, which had sprung back to life at Yue’s touch. With his hand he stroked and massaged Touya and with his tongue he circled the hardening tip, before taking Touya in his mouth once more. Touya bucked and moaned, gripping the rug and furiously trying to keep his body under control. Conscious thought scattered, will power disappeared. Too weak to resist it, the climax swamped him and he released.
“Beautiful,” he heard Yue murmur, barely audible beyond the echo shuddering through his body. Exhaustion was creeping over him and Touya collapsed – again – to the floor. Surely now he was finished with him.
“No, slave, don’t go to sleep just yet. We’re not through.” Yue’s arms slid underneath his legs and gathered them up at the knees, folding them up against his chest. Touya, who up until now reasoned there was no cause to fear as long as he was facing Yue, suddenly realized his vulnerability and tried to escape. To no avail, of course, and Yue snatched each wrist when he tried to push himself clear.
“No! No, don’t, let me go!”
“I give the orders, slave. Don’t struggle, you know you won’t win.” Painfully he tightened his grip on Touya’s wrists, pulling their bodies closer, pulling Touya onto him. And then Yue was in him.
Against his will Touya screamed, then cut it short, hating himself for showing weakness. But it hurt, oh god did it hurt, and it took every scrap of effort to bite back the cries of pain. Yue pulled him closer, forcing himself in deeper, and it was beyond Touya to try and escape now. In a world of heavy breathing and Yue’s smell and taste and touch, all he could do was grit his teeth and endure it. In his pain, he didn’t even realize that he’d grabbed Yue’s arms and was holding on for all he was worth, even pulling Yue closer to him.
“Delicious,” Yue sighed, and dropped another light kiss on Touya’s nipple. “You please me very much, slave.”
Touya could not speak to deny him. He pleased Yue well into the night.

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Disclaimer: I do not own these characters

So I was browsing my reviews, and was pretty surprised to find a lively discussion going on. Cool! There’s nothing that I love more than a good debate, so don’t hold back. But I will chime in on a few comments, just to set the record straight.

One: This chapter completes the second phase of the story, the first of which was Sakura’s and then Touya’s journey to the castle. I’ll say right here and now that this story was never meant to star Sakura or advertised as such – it is a story costarring the siblings and will be spending a lot of time on both. This second phase of the story was all about Yue and Touya’s introduction, then their initial relationship dynamic, which I felt was very important to establish before I moved on with the rest of the story. It took more chapters than I thought it would and I hope it didn’t drag.

Two: We now enter the third phase of the story. We’re not even halfway through the plot, folks, so no need to get antsy. This phase will introduce (or see a return of) all those canon characters you’ve been clamoring for. If I say I’m going to bring someone in, then relax, I’m gonna do it. I promise I won’t forget! This third phase should be more equally balanced between Sakura and Touya and their separate character development, and will hopefully be more entertaining. It’s the phase I spent the most time visualizing when I started this fic.

Three: I don’t mind story predictions or suggestions at all. A: it just might give me an idea and B: if you’re at all close to the mark then it shows I’ve done a good job communicating character development to you. Several of you have made some startlingly accurate predictions about where this story will go, but I’m not saying who or which cuz that would spoil things. (evil smirk)

Four: I’m deeply appreciative of all you for taking the time to read and review the story. Make no mistake, Pleasure Slave is a cliched and trite pornfic that has no redeeming value whatsoever. But I say if we’re all in this together, then who cares? Let’s have fun with it. I hope I won’t disappoint you.
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