A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

[A/N: A lot of character progression for Emily in these chapters, but also a lot of BDSM focussed smut, so be warned. Honestly, it ran a little longer than I originally planned. If you just care about the progression, chapters 72 and 73 will be the most important.]

Before he could answer, Emily's protective instinct kicked in. She vehemently shook her head, "Absolutely not! Emily, that guy was a second-rank Runebound with an ability that incorporated both speed and some sort of camouflage. There is nothing you could have done.

I deserve whatever punishment he has in mind, and some discipline training might even be good for me, but you don't need or deserve any of that!"

Emma smiled warmly at her sister but shook her head, "No, Big Em. Back in Kirkenes, we promised each other to start over. You don't have to protect me from this. No matter what, I will share both responsibility and punishment."

Emily opened her mouth to respond, but Erik was first. "That's enough. I believe it is still my decision who gets punished." He turned to Emma.

"If this is what you want, then fine, but it won't lessen Emily's punishment, and since I agree with her that you really couldn't have done much to protect yourself in that situation, your punishment will be much lighter as well.

Knowing that, do you still want to go through with this?"

Emily frowned but didn't say anything, waiting for Emma's response.

Emma seemed saddened that she couldn't lessen Emily's punishment but still gave a determined nod. "I understand, Sir. I'd still like to be punished."

Once again, suppressing his grin while listening to Elora's cheering, he kept a stern expression and nodded. "As you wish, then. But for now, your punishment will only include watching. Your real punishment will start later."

Seeing that everyone was now on the same page, Erik stood up.

At the same time, Elora appeared next to him with a perverted grin that made Emily a little apprehensive. Clearly, Erik's partner had much less reservation than him about showing her perverted interest in this punishment.

The fairy snapped her fingers, and suddenly, a strange device similar to a pillory appeared in front of the couch.

This device did not come from the storage in Erik's armour, as it was much too big for that. Instead, it came from the red jewel that adorned Elora's forehead, which was also a storage space, except much larger.

Exactly what Elora kept in that thing, not even Erik knew. All he knew for sure was that it held the blood Elora used for infusion and a lot of perverted devices like this one.

The device resembled a traditional pillory in its basic form, featuring a slot for the victim's head and two openings for the forearms. However, its uniqueness lies in the addition of a robust, horizontally positioned metal bar.

This bar was strategically placed so the prisoner would have to arch over it to position their head and arms into the device. Once secured, the bar would force the hips to remain elevated, even if the captive's legs were to give out.

The entire structure was designed to adjust to the height of the individual and the specific pose desired by the captor. The metal bar and the headpiece could be elevated, forcing the prisoner to stand upright with legs fully extended and their back in a horizontal position, or it could be lowered, making the victim kneel while maintaining a horizontal back.

However, this pillory's most intriguing and perhaps most menacing feature was its ability to independently adjust the front and back sections to different heights.

This functionality allowed for an array of positions, where the prisoner's legs could be either kneeling or fully extended while their upper body was angled upwards or downwards.

This versatility meant that the prisoner's head could be placed at various heights, serving whatever purpose the captor intended, from humiliation to easier accessibility for various forms of punishment or other exciting uses.

Seeing this thing, Emma's eyes widened and, perhaps unsurprisingly, considering what she, Erik and Elora had gotten up to lately, sparkled with a bit of interest.

Emily, however, panicked and backed away while brief flashes of red appeared in her eyes, "H- Hold on, what the fuck are you intending to do to me?!"

Erik raised an eyebrow, "Calm down. What, do you think I would rape you or something? Surely, we've built up a little more trust than that over the last few weeks."

Emma gasped, "Big Em! He would never do that!"

Hearing their words, Emily actually felt a little guilty. The corrupted red disappeared from her eyes, and she sighed, "I- Yeah, sorry. I- I do know that. But that thing looks terrifying."

Erik nodded thoughtfully, "Of course, it does. To you, anyway. You are terrified of giving up control after these seven years and with good reason. But that is not only why this makes a good punishment, but also why it will serve to build a little trust between us.

I won't tell you any more before you actually decide to take the leap and trust me. So, will you go back on your decision to accept punishment, accepting all the consequences that come with that decision, or put yourself in a position of vulnerability?"

Emily hesitated a moment longer, but seeing the expression of absolute trust in Erik on Emma's face, she sighed, accepted her fate and began walking towards Elora and the device next to her.

Finally, Erik released some excitement and grinned, "Good."

Meanwhile, Elora mirrored Erik's grin and beckoned Emily with her finger, "Good girl. Come to Mommy and accept your punishment."

Emily couldn't resist a shiver when she heard Elora's taunt. She didn't much trust, or like, this woman, but from what she had seen, she believed Erik to be capable of reigning her in, so she bravely stepped forward, arched over the metal bar to place her head and arms in the pillory and allowed the fairy to restrain her.

After Elora secured Emily while wearing a perverted grin, she also applied a seal to lock Emily's aetherium storage, providing the maximum possible feeling of vulnerability.

Emily was now fully immobilised, her hips forcibly raised by the metal bar, her legs straight while balancing on her toes and her upper body restrained into a horizontal position.

Emily trembled as she had not felt this vulnerable in a long time. Yet, it was only going to get worse.

Elora snapped her fingers and caused Emily's clothes to disappear, exposing Emily's pale, tattooed skin to the open air. Her medium-sized breasts defied gravity, remaining firm and close to her body instead of sagging downwards.

Next, Elora transformed her own corset and skirt into a black leather dominatrix outfit. Complete with a riding crop and high-heeled leather boots.

She was standing beside Emily, not behind her, so despite her immobilised state, Emily could still see Elora.

Immediately, Emily's conviction faltered, "W- What a-" pats! "ah!"

Elora used the riding crop to spank Emily's ass. "Uh uh. The time for talking is over now, little pet. Now is the time to take Mommy's punishment like a good girl."

"Wait! I- I thought it would b-" pats! "ah!"

The lusty fairy grinned widely as she caressed Emily's ass with the crop, "What did I just say? You'll talk when spoken to and not before. Your master has his own part to play in your punishment."

"Master?! Wha-"

Pats!

"Ah! Damnit, just lis-"

Pats!

"Ah! Alright, alright, ju-"

Pats!

"Ah!"

This time, Emily grudgingly kept quiet as she noticed the futility of her words. Instead, she just glared at the fairy-turned-dominatrix next to her.

After waiting a few moments with anticipation shining in her eyes to see if Emily would speak again, she caressed the now slightly red ass of the goth girl, "There, isn't it better when you listen to Mommy?

Of course, those were only some light taps to ensure you understand your position. The real punishment has yet to start."

Annoyance and a little corrupted red flickered in Emily's eyes as she opened her mouth to complain but reluctantly closed it again when she noticed Elora's excited grin and raised riding crop.

Annoyance and corruption soon made way for reluctant acceptance. She sighed inwardly. She knew something like this might happen when she agreed to be punished. Her gaze steeled as she determined to take whatever they wanted to give her without complaint or noise.

She refused to give them, or rather, Elora, the satisfaction.

She wondered what Erik's role in all this would be as she tried to turn her head as much as possible in his and Emma's direction.

What she saw shocked her as Emma was looking at her with an entranced expression while lightly rubbing her thighs together.

"Emma! You-"

Pats!

"Ah!"

"Shush, little pet. Let the poor girl enjoy herself if she likes." Elora's teasing voice sounded.

Emma didn't seem to have heard it, as Erik whispered in her ear.

"Exciting, isn't it? Would you like to be strapped into that thing someday?"