Karen watched silently as Natsuki comforted her Mademoiselle, her lips pursing. She couldn't really care that she hurt her maidservants' feelings. She just stubbornly looked at her, trying not to feel bad for her. The thought of the girl having a fancy to Karen made her blush, but there was hardly anything she could do about that, was there?

I have a heart, but seriously... She said, looking at the Mistress, and at Mademoiselle. She really couldn't afford to go soft on them... it would only encourage them. But her focus was distracted by the mannequins, and she breathed in sharply and shivered as they continued their measurement-taking.

Because of that, she wasn't entirely focused on Natsuki. Not until she signaled for the mannequins to stop. Realizing something was up, Karen tried to jerk forwards, but the wooden dolls were too fast! She was seized, pulled backwards and pinned! Her long hair brushed their arms as she pulled her body left and right, trying to work her way free. Her full breasts squished and bulged in their cruel grasp, distracting her with a painful and sensitive sensation that made her grunt.

But even with all her struggles, her strength was not enough to stop the mannequins. She finally let out a grunt, eyes on Natsuki as her mind ran desperate circles. The fear was there, in her eyes, as well as the desperation.

Spread...? You have got to be kidding me! This is... not... compassionate! The martial artist gasped out, starting to squirm in the wooden hands, realizing how crude and lewd it looked with her so held. Karen actually shot an uncertain, pleading look for Mademoiselle... she could not believe it, but it seemed the woman was Karen's only hope for a 'stay of execution'. But Karen had a sinking feeling Mademoiselle would be instead participating in that treatment, and Karen clenched her thighs together in an anticipated need for resistance. It was useless... but there was nothing else for Karen to do.

Karen shuddered as she felt herself held so tightly, her legs spread to expose her so completely. She flushes and winces as fingers dug into her ample mounds, grunting as she felt the flesh lifting, rising betwixt their grip.

All the while though, her eyes were focused on Natsuki, a glare on her face... because there was nothing else she could show, other than fear and worry. Breathing slower, trying to keep calm, she watched Natsuki and Mademoiselle. The juicy, delicious texture of the peach being eaten was a simple sensation to her ears, yet it raised goosebumps along her arms and quickened her breathing. She could see the analogy... and poor Karen was the peach.

Watching them talk about her, Karen felt a small comfort in Mademoiselle's words. Perhaps she had a way out... or at least, a friend in this terrible place. A friend, maybe... she waits with baited breath as they talk, relaxing only slightly as Natsuki consents.

But that 'stay of execution' came at a price. Strands of Karen's dark hair were spilling down over her face as she lowered her head at Natsuki's warning. She couldn't look up... the fact of the matter was, Natsuki had her in the cup of her palm. Even if Karen ran, those left behind could face a most terrible punishment...

And Karen couldn't leave them to that. She nodded once, not looking up, hoping not to provoke Natsuki again... and breathed out a soft sigh as she left. ...yes, um, yes. Thank you for that... help. She says, looking back up to Mademoiselle again.

Um... yes, I am finished with my lait... so, if I could just get some clothes... She couldn't keep the flush off her face as she looked down at herself, but she pushed her embarrassment back out of her mind. She had other things she should focus on... but some clothes might help make her feel less... vulnerable.

Karen blinks at Mademoiselle, wishing she could at least cover herself with her arms. Bed? Oh, right...

At Natsuki's comment, she shoots her a sharp look, then looked back to Mademoiselle. Even given everything she experienced before, this place... it was almost like a culture shock. Although that doesn't come even close to expressing the situation here.

If she could just overcome this... horror... eyes focus on Natsuki, glaring balefully. Then she tares her gaze away, looking to Mademoiselle. She almost misses her expression on being offered the tea, and Karen slowly realizes she is even more lost than usual. 'Just what is this about?'

Feeling uneasy, wondering what she was missing, she watched Mademoiselle down the cup. Standing quickly as she was released, Karen glanced at Natsuki again, arms wrapping around her chest, and she steps closer to Mademoiselle. It didn't take her long to get past her reluctance and to take her hand.

Yeah. Let's... go.

Karen curled her toes a little as she walked on, feeling the carpet. She tried not to think about Natsuki's mocking wave, how it reflected her situation now... how it mocked her spirit and her composure.

She followed Mademoiselle as quickly as she could, fingers tightening around Mademoiselle's fingers. She pushed the spikes of pain from her leg out of her mind as best as she was able, trying not to think right now. Not about the island, or the opulence of this place, or of what would come tomorrow.

Karen whistled gently as they came into Mademoiselle's chambers, not trusting herself with any other vocalization. It was rather impressive... she wondered at the open archway, but decided she was better off not knowing. The bed was large, amazing, and kind of an eerie sight with its' red, lace, and banisters. It was velvet and red, and the colors spoke of a depth and luxurious texture.

Talking... would be ok. She finally found her words, flushing at the gentle kiss. She knew what was going on here... but Karen couldn't help but pity the girl anyway. Reaching up, she gently put a hand on her shoulder. Um... I don't know how to remove these types of things. You will have to direct me. Ok...?

Karen shivered as she worked on the knots, feeling uneasy somehow. In here, things were still exposed, yet somehow she felt safer outside of Natsuki's sight... yet, that was a sham. She was just as in danger here, maybe even more so.

She needed a way to escape. But no matter way she chose... she had the difficult choice of leaving these girls to suffer Natsuki's punishment.

The other option is to somehow defeat Natsuki, and save these girls. But they would likely stop her rather than let her defeat this monster. And... could she even beat her? Karen was having to face an upsetting truth... she had yet to win any of her... encounters against the horrors she had met here.

Muttering in frustration, blinking her eyes quickly, she finally got the last knot undone. She reached up, rubbing away a few tears before her eyes get too red. Me...? I don't really know.

I am not going to beg her for anything, though. Her lips curled at the thought, but then she softened and sighed. I will consider it, at least. I promise. She brushed Mademoiselle's hair back and stepped away, sliding the back open now that the knots are released.

There you go.

Karen pulled her hand back, rather surprised. She should have known better, especially the way Mademoiselle was... 'How am I going to let her down, with this...'

Karen refrains from putting her thoughts about the 'Mistress' into words. The angry look in her eyes at the mention of that monster spoke enough of Karen's opinion. That thought had distracted her enough that she did not realize Mademoiselle was undressing until she was well underway. The poor girl was flumoxxed, staring in shock as the small and fragile woman undressed. Soon, the last of the clothes was slid away, showing the perfect small shape of her...

Karen flushed finally as Mademoiselle spun about, presenting herself. Karen had never really found other women attractive before, and she was shocked into stillness at the display, blushing brightly.

Ah... Yes, but... um, not... er. She was tongue-tied too, and trying to dodge around the question did not help. Karen felt very... awkward, right then. Listen... I like you, but... um... we shouldn't... Somehow, she should have expected this. She really did, but she was hoping, they would just share the same bed or cuddle or something. But Mademoiselle wanted more... and she was worrying that she might be intrigued.

Karen was breathing quicker... somehow, she felt more hot. The fact that it may be what she drank earlier did not really occur to her. She thought the heat rolling through her body, her inability to stop blushing, the quickening of her pulse... was from the woman who was very, very interested in her.

And that in itself was very... confusing to her. She never had shown any interest in girls... that way... before. But now... a shiver ran through her as she felt the finger on her lips, and blushed even harder. Karen had zoned out.

...Um... thanks for understanding. She finally said lamely, feeling rather foolish. And surprisingly disappointed... breathing in sharply, she tried to concentrate... to force away this feeling, or at least bury it. It was embarrassing, complicated, even dangerous with this place... although resisting it made her feel somehow guilty.

Reaching up slowly to her own nose, feeling it still tingle from the tweak, she settled down on the edge of the bed. It was soft, under her buttocks and legs, and she half-turned to face Mademoiselle, one hand sliding over the bed-sheets. Very inviting... that was the danger she was worried about.

Still... Karen shivered, and slid her legs up onto the bed. Right now, her body was becoming strangely abuzz... and she wondered if it would be better to be lying down, curled in the covers, than standing nearby. She was breathing quickly as she shifted herself up to near the head, tucking her legs under the coverlet.

Suddenly remembering Mademoiselle's offer, she spoke up quickly. Yes! Um. She quieted down quick, eyes on Mademoiselle as she settled into the bed... still quite close to her. Quite close, given the effects of the aphrodisiac coursing through her blood... she spoke in a whisper, surprised at how the sound made her own body shiver. A story if you want... It might keep her mind off of Mademoiselle's delightful curves and delicious looking breasts... 'Arck. Why am I so...?'

Karen shivered at the feel of Mademoiselle's breath playing over her neck, heart racing faster as she wrapped an arm around her. She almost missed the beginning of the story, she was so distracted by the contact.

Eventually, Karen settled down... at least enough to hear the sad tale. Even with Mademoiselle's lips nearly teasing her skin, she was able to focus on the story... and ascertain its meaning. It was not hard... but it was also ominous, even frightening on some level.

As the story finished, Karen breathed out a low sigh. It was depressing... daunting... but maybe it was better for these girls to... stay where they were. Maybe. Squirming at the breath playing over her, Karen found herself sliding against Mademoiselle a little. Heat was building up in her body... that strange need from before fanned by gentle not-quite-touches and teasing breaths, and Karen was struggling not to... work herself... right there.

...I... I see. That was... a nice story. She spoke a little breathily, face flushed. She hadn't missed the simple tale, but now that it was over... it was increasingly hard to ignore the feelings she was having.