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When Kanako had given into Miach's will and her demands, she hadn't really thought about the long term. Kanako had never allowed herself to think about the long term. It was only the year after her winter with Miach in the cabin when Kanako truly began to process the fact that she would probably stay with Miach her whole life.

And really? It wasn't so bad anymore. Miach hadn't done anything to hurt her in months. The uneasy dread that came hand-in-hand with the pleasure Miach offered had stopped weighing in Kanako's belly like a stone.

Shortly after that first winter at the cabin, Miach had started higher education. She and Kanako had moved away from the home Miach lived in with her parents to the town where the university was. And for a year, they had been living happily there.

Kanako had stopped trying to humor any thoughts of escaping by then. There wasn't a reason to. Most days, Miach almost treated her like a person. While the other woman was out at her classes, Kanako stayed home and handled cooking and cleaning. When she had free time she even had hobbies she could do. It was a better life than Kanako had ever expected she could have.

She should have known it couldn't last.

The day had been like any other. She had gotten up before Miach did and made breakfast and coffee for her, and she had made sure that her things were neatly packed away in her bookbag and ready to go. Then, she had quietly read a book and had her own coffee until Miach got up.

While Miach was away at classes, Kanako had cleaned the kitchen and done a little work on the balcony garden that they had. There wasn't much work to be done that day. Dinner would be leftovers and she had taken care of the dishes the night before. It was a day that Kanako got to spend relaxed.

She knew the moment Miach got home that something wasn't right. Most days – every day – Miach would get home and give Kanako a chirpy, bright greeting. She would kiss Kanako and say how happy she was to be home. Not that day.

Miach slammed the door open loudly enough the Kanako startled from the couch, and when she slammed it closed it was even louder.

Kanako worried their neighbors might fuss or complain. She worried the slam might damage the home. She didn't say a thing about it, though. She only looked at Miach with wide eyes.

The moment Miach looked at her, her eyes filled with hate. "Why do you have to look just like that stupid bitch?"

Kanako's stomach twisted. Oh. Something had happened. Something with Shu Fang. Kanako didn't try to say anything. She remained rooted to the spot, unable to look away from Miach.

"Stop staring at me like that! Stop staring like you're scared of me!" Miach demanded.

Kanako didn't know what to do. She just wanted to obey Miach as quickly as possible. So, she squeezed her eyes closed. Or maybe she flinched and didn't open her eyes after. Not even she could tell.

"Why are you both scared of me?!" Miach's words were a shriek.

Finally, Kanako would force herself to look for words. "I... I'm not. You just... startled me. I... do you want me to start dinner? Or-"

"Don't try to avoid this!" Miach insisted again. With those words she stormed over to Kanako. "No, I don't want dinner! And you don't want any either! We aren't having dinner until you stop acting like a kicked puppy!"

Kanako knew there wouldn't be any calming Miach down. Not when the woman was already that upset. "Okay. Maybe I should... uh, go to our room?"

That must have been the wrong answer, because Miach's palm slapped across her cheek. Kanako knew there would be no right answer. Not with Miach so upset.

Kanako didn't have a window in the tiny, cramped room that Miach took to keeping her in. Maybe she should have been most bothered by the way the air in that room burned her skin, but what actually upset her the most was not having a window. She missed watching the birds and the sun and the trees. She missed knowing what was going on outside.

It had taken about two months before the darkness and the heat of that room finally bowed her to Miach's will again. That time it wasn't from the sluggish confusion of near death. She made the choice to give in. Miach didn't see her as a human, but she wouldn't be protected if she didn't obey her. Punishments were worse than whatever Miach might demand of her. Every bath Kanako got had either been scalding or freezing, and they both hurt just as badly. Her meals were given to her in bowls on the floor with her hands bound.

Each and every day, Miach gave her a chance to make up. A chance to play nice. For two months, she turned her nose up at each and every opportunity. And then, she decided it wasn't worth it. She wasn't going to be treated like a human no matter what she did. Clinging to her humanity and demanding dignity had gotten her nowhere.

When Miach offered to touch Kanako, she said please. She said thank you.

The first week was tense. Miach didn't trust her. Kanako couldn't blame her. It got better after that, though.

More and more, Kanako was allowed to behave like a person again. Sometimes, Miach even let her say no to things. That was a privilege that was given sparingly.

Other privileges were given far more freely. The privilege to sleep in a bed, outside of that dark and hot room. The privilege to eat at the table. She was even allowed to ask for food anytime she pleased.

Kanako had to remind herself, sometimes, that her small freedoms were worth the humiliation that Miach put her through. Somehow, that got easier as the days went by. Each time she let Miach fawn over her or use her for pleasure, she found herself feeling a little less appalled by it all.

Eventually, Kanako decided that it would be better for the both of them if she tried to properly befriend the woman.

So, before Miach's monthly trip to the town at the foot of the mountain, Kanako would make a request. She asked for the supplies to try and make cookies. She needed Miach's help to find a recipe. Kanako had very few memories of the times she had been free to bake with her mother as a small child, and those memories wouldn't be enough to go off of. The request delighted Miach. That joy made Kanako's stomach turn uneasily, but she smiled along. It was for the best this way. Miach's joy should be her joy.

The times that Miach made her trips into town were the only times that Kanako wasn't free to roam as she pleased now. With the weather beginning to warm up she was collared back to the tree outside. It was a different experience entirely. She had a thick, warm coat and some snow pants, and Miach and helped her get the sleeves of her coat and the legs of her pants tucked into her gloves and boots so she would be warm. It was bright out that day. Sunlight reflected off of the snow, and Kanako got to watch birds hop around.

It was almost pleasant, except for that tight collar around her throat.

When Miach got home she let Kanako free and brought her inside. While Miach put away the groceries and supplies she had gotten, Kanako sipped at a warm cup of tea.

Things were quiet between them. Kanako was trying to be more personable towards Miach, but it was hard. She would take time to warm up to her. This was a step in the right direction, though. The baking went well, and while their cookies were in the oven Miach sat herself in Kanako's lap at the table and kissed her until Kanako was lightheaded.

Miach probably would have gone further, but the oven's timer saved Kanako for just a few more minutes.

"They need to cool, right?" Kanako asked while Miach got the tray out and set it on the stove to rest.

"Yep, they do. These ones are best when you let them set all the way to room temperature. So, that means we have about half an hour," Miach turned an eager grin to Kanako.

Her stomach dropped, but Kanako managed a smile. Miach never seemed to notice how empty her smiles were. "Oh, half an hour. Too bad we can't have any now." She knew she couldn't get herself out of pleasuring Miach, or being pleasured herself, in that time.

"They wouldn't be any good if they were too soft, silly," Miach teased. Even though her words were just a little playful when she taunted like that, they still stung. Kanako didn't remember when she had started to care.

"I guess so," Kanako agreed softly. With that, her attempts to stall things died. Miach urged her up the stairs, and for thirty seemingly-endless minutes Miach toyed with Kanako.

The other woman didn't let her come, but she brought her to the edge of pleasure time and again. She had gotten more fond of doing that. Of trying to make Kanako beg for it.

Kanako's legs trembled when they came back down the stairs. She hoped she would have time to recollect herself before Miach insisted on doing anything else.

Instead of immediately settling into a chair at the table, Kanako went over to the tray of cookies and carefully dislodged one from the parchment paper. She gave Miach the most genuine smile she could muster when she held the little cookie up and asked, "Want to share?"

Miach's eyes lit up, and she came over to Kanako with a soft squeal. "Ohh, yes! Yes I'd love to! I've got an idea!"

Kanako handed the cookie over when Miach went to take it, and she barely managed to keep the smile on her face when Miach placed one edge of the cookie between her lips and then playfully wiggled it up and down at Kanako.

Whether Kanako wanted it or not, this was what she had started. At least it might help their relationship stabilize and grow. Maybe, if she kept doing stupid little things like that with Miach often enough she would start to feel something for the other woman.

She leaned in and took the offered side of the cookie between her teeth. Between the two of them, they were able to snap it in half. Kanako didn't bother using her fingers to hold her half, she just ate the entire piece in one go.

At first, the pain had been blinding. Miach couldn't think. She couldn't do anything but scream until the horrible agony on her clit had died down.

Then, she could think, but she couldn't move. Her body was too overwhelmed by the whiplash between such extreme pleasure and such extreme pain.

In those moments, as she lay in a fetal position on the blankets, she began thinking about suitable punishments for what Kanako had done. She had already muzzled the girl for months on end, and it hadn't broken her of that biting habit. She had drugged her, and that had never done much to make her more complaint and docile. The only thing that had showed any sign of working had been the cold. She couldn't do that too often, though. It would be very easy to overdo it. She couldn't kill her pet. She couldn't kill her replacement for Shu Fang.

Kanako had seemed terribly uncomfortable in the bath. Anything hot had seemed to bother her since the near freezing. Maybe her skin was sensitive after the cold.

That was how Miach decided what to do. The cold had worked, so surely heat would too.

When her ears had stopped ringing and her vision had stopped wavering, Miach would haul herself to sit up. Kanako was still on the bed. After all of that, she hadn't tried to get away. Good. Miach could punish her more easily.

"You ungrateful little bitch," Miach huffed out softly as she reached out to grab Kanako by the hair.

"You wanted a bitch... right? Or did you want Shu Fang? Both bite, don't they?" Kanako's voice was quiet. It was one of the first things she had ever said to Miach, and all it was was sass and cruelty.

Miach wouldn't give Kanako an answer. She only dragged her off of the bed by her hair.

It only took Miach the few seconds between the bed and the door to decide where to take Kanako. She wanted somewhere to leave her, just like the tree. Somewhere she could tie her up and let her think things over for a few hours. The bath wouldn't work. The cabin had a lovely little furnace room, though.

Surprisingly, Kanako didn't struggle as Miach hauled her down the stairs and through the house. Good, at least she was learning <i>something</i>.

The furnace room was in the cellar. It vented all of the smoke and the heat through pipes to the rest of the house. That room was sweltering anytime the furnace was going. On her way through the living room Miach had grabbed the handcuffs that she had brought in from the car. They would do nicely.

As soon as they got into the room, Miach saw Kanako grimacing. So, she had been right. The warmth hurt. That was good.

"You're going to stay down here until you learn to behave. I'll let you upstairs to feed you and bathe you, but I think you'll be spending a lot of time down here," Miach closed one cuff around Kanako's left wrist, and then closed the other cuff around one leg of the furnace.

Kanako looked at her with wide eyes, but she didn't argue. Miach didn't know if it was back to the silent treatment or if the girl was properly scared. It didn't really matter, in the end.

Miach had kept herself busy while Kanako slept. She was too needy to just follow suit and sleep until morning. She had to be patient, though. She kept reminding herself of that.

Over the past day, Miach had made more progress with Kanako than she ever thought was possible. She couldn't rush things. She couldn't risk undoing all of that progress. So, despite the need that burned at her core and crawled under her skin she forced herself to steer clear of the room where Kanako slept.

It was easy, at first. The bedding needed to be changed and cleaned after the mess Kanako had made, and the kitchen was still out of sorts after the meal Miach had made for her pet. As the hours went on, though, she ran out of things to do.

When no tasks remained to keep her hands busy, Miach paced. She needed to feel Kanako's touch on her. She needed it like she needed air. At first, Miach had hoped to give Kanako twelve hours to sleep. When only six hours had passed and her thoughts could be put nowhere but on her own need, she finally caved to her desires.

Kanako was sleeping when Miach went into her room, but she hadn't even crossed over to the bed before the other girl was stirring and cracking open eyes to look up at her. Kanako had always been a light sleeper. Miach wondered if that would ever change. It didn't matter, though. She <i>wanted</i> Kanako awake now.

"I'm sorry to wake you... I really did want to let you sleep more, but," Miach gave a soft needy groan as she reached out to cup Kanako's cheek in her own.

Kanako groaned tiredly, but she didn't pull away from the touch. Miach didn't know if it was a good sign or a bad one that the girl didn't nuzzle into her hand. She had been so needy before.

Miach pushed down any concern she held as she guided Kanako to lay on her back. "You don't need to do much. I'll do all the hard work, okay? You just stay like this. Nice and flat on your back."

Kanako's eyes were fully open by then, and she watched Miach wordlessly. She let herself be manipulated onto her back, though. She didn't protest or squirm when Miach shed her shorts and panties and climbed onto the bed to straddle Kanako's face.

The girl made a soft, surprised sound, but she still didn't struggle when Miach shifted and adjusted her weight to press her folds to Kanako's lips.

The anticipation that had nagged at Miach all day left her wet. So, so wet. Kanako wouldn't need to do much work at all.

Even the faint puffing of Kanako's breath on Miach's folds had her shivering. She'd been waiting for this for months. No, for years. With only the upper half of her face and the top of her head visible, Kanako looked just like Shu Fang. All of the little differences were hidden.

Finally, Miach would get to feel Shu Fang's lips and tongue on her. She would be able to come at Shu Fang's command.

Really, Miach had intended to do all of this while treating Kanako as <i>Kanako</i>, but now that she'd seen that glimpse of Shu Fang between her legs she couldn't shake it. Just once, she would enjoy her one true desire.

"Come on, I'm already so, so close, Shu Fang... please, you don't need to do much. Just... just stick your tongue out. I can fuck myself on your tongue, you won't even need to move," Miach didn't care how desperate she sounded. She could already feel her walls clenching and searching for more. She was so, so close. Just the thought of Shu Fang's face between her legs would undo her. She just needed a little bit of help.

For a moment the girl beneath her didn't move, and Miach wondered if she would be left hanging. Just the thought almost pushed her to tears, but then she felt it. She felt a warm, damp firmness press against her folds.

It was just what she needed. Oh, it was perfect. Miach tangled her fingers into the mess of thick, beautiful black hair beneath her and used that to hold her prize in place as she began to ride the girl's face.

Miach had been right. She hadn't needed much. Three or four rolls of her hips against that tongue and she was coming. Her clit throbbed and her walls fluttered and pulsed. She cried and wailed in pleasure and relief as she fucked herself on the girl's tongue.

As the first waves of pleasure began to die down she could already feel more building up. Miach knew that next orgasm would be so much better than the first, and she pursued it relentlessly. Even when the girl beneath her began to writhe and struggle she held her in place by that beautiful hair.

"Oh, oh, I'm going to come again, I'm going to- oh, fuck! Oh! Yes! Shu Fang! Please!" Miach didn't try to temper her volume as she clenched her thighs around the head between her legs. She was so close she could feel it in her fingers and her toes. Her vision tunneled in on the silky, black locks tangled in her fingers. She gripped tighter as she fucked herself harder on that tongue.

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Kanako couldn't breathe. Her mouth and her nose were buried in Miach's folds, and she couldn't breathe.

She tried desperately to pull her head back just enough to get any amount of air into her lungs, but her struggles only made the grip in her hair tighten.

The smell of Miach, the taste of her, overwhelmed Kanako's senses.

The second the woman had sat on her face, Kanako had remembered her dignity. She had remembered why she fought so hard to disobey every command Miach made. Because it didn't matter how small the first command was. Miach didn't view her as a human. Those demands would get more and more unreasonable. Harsher and harsher. They would never take into account the fact that Kanako was just as human as Miach was.

Now, Kanako couldn't think. She couldn't reason. She could only panic and struggle and try to get air. She grabbed at Miach's backside and her thighs. She clawed and scratched. She tried to squirm away and to wiggle her head out of Miach's grip.

Nothing worked. Kanako still couldn't breathe.

When liquid began to trickle against her face, her struggles grew more panicked. She wouldn't drown in Miach's pleasure. She moved her face just enough to get her mouth over that hard bud of nerves, and then she bit hard.

Miach's cries of pleasure, that had been fading in and out of focus with Kanako's consciousness, turned to wails of pain. The moment Kanako released her teeth the weight was off of her face.

Kanako wriggled down the bed, all while gasping in deep gulps of air. She got her head free from between Miach's thighs and turned over onto the bed. She fumbled to grab a corner of the sheet to wipe at her mouth and her nose. The fabric stung at her skin, but she didn't care. She wanted the smell and the taste gone as she caught her breath.

Her lungs had almost stopped burning by the time Miach's screaming died down. Kanako's thoughts had cleared enough by then for her to know that she was going to be punished for what she had done. She couldn't find it in herself to care, though. Miach had said Shu Fang bit her before. If the woman wanted Shu Fang, she would get the same responses Shu Fang would give.

Between the months of study and the months it took to break Kanako in, Miach was well and truly ready to enjoy her new pet. It took everything she had to remind herself to be just a little bit patient. Kanako had bent to her will, but she didn't want the girl to snap back.

So, Miach would start slow. She would test the limits, and she would play it off like it was all something to Kanako's benefit. A reward for her.

"There you go, now that you've had a nice warm drink I think it's time for a bath. We can get you all toasty and cozy, and then we can have dinner together. Doesn't that sound nice?" Miach cooed gently when Kanako finished her tea.

It seemed to take a moment for Kanako to register the words, but eventually she would give a slow nod.

"Good girl," Miach cooed gently. "You stay here under the blankets, I'll go get your bath running."

Kanako was sluggish to respond once again. It was easy to tell it wasn't her usual brand of defiance, though. There was no recognition or understanding in her eyes until she gave a slow nod. It really was just taking her that long to respond to Miach. That was fine, though. Miach had been so hard on her. It made sense that she was still struggling to come back.

Miach tucked the blankets around Kanako again, pushing them all the way up until they were just under her chin, before she got up and went to the cabin's master bathroom. It was a large room, and the tub was practically a small pool. It had jets and everything.

By the time the tub was full the air of the room had grown warm and heavy with humidity. Miach was sure it would feel nice for Kanako.

She turned the taps off, turned the bathroom heater on, and went back to Kanako's room. The girl was dozing off once again, but she was quick to stir when Miach approached.

"Kanako~" Miach hummed out her name.

It was only then that Kanako opened her eyes and looked to Miach. There wasn't spite or hatred there. Just tired resignation.

"It's time for your bath, Kanako. Let's go," Miach cooed gently. She didn't get a verbal reply from Kanako, but the girl didn't fight as her blankets were removed.

A faint shiver wracked Kanako, but she didn't argue. She sat up slowly and got to her feet. For a moment she swayed, and Miach was quick to loop their arms together. "Good girl. There you go. Let's get you to the tub."

Kanako didn't fight Miach's help. She even leaned into it. Their walk was a slow, steady one where Miach bore most of Kanako's weight.

The air of the bathroom was warmer from the heater by the time they got there. Kanako didn't immediately relax, though. Instead, she took a sharp breath in through her teeth and froze in the doorway.

"Come on. You'll feel better in here," Miach urged. For a brief moment Kanako dug her heels in, but it didn't last. Soon, she shuffled forward. The grimace never left her face, though.

Getting Kanako into the water proved to be more of a challenge. She got one leg in before she tried to step back. That time, it took several moments of urging and a few light threats from Miach to make her sink into the water.

Miach had been hoping for a soothing bath where she could wash Kanako and take her time touching her and getting to know her body. Instead, it was a tense affair. Tears welled in Kanako's eyes, but they never fell. She shook, and no matter how Miach tried to sooth her or massage her she wouldn't relax.

Miach kept Kanako in the tub long enough for color and warmth to return to her skin, and then she would let her out. She was in a far more sour mood than she had been, but dinner could still go well.

The meal proved to be much better than the bath had been. Dressed in a loose, fluffy robe, Kanako let Miach feed her and fuss over her. She even thanked her for the meal. <i>That</i> was enough to lift Miach's mood again. That was the first time Kanako had said anything even remotely kind to her.

After they ate, Miach took Kanako to the master bedroom where she was staying. The bed there was larger and comfier than the one in the guest room she had let Kanako warm back up in. It would be perfect for what Miach had planned.

"Now, you can take that robe off. It's nice and warm in here. You won't need it anymore," Miach told Kanako pleasantly.

"Okay..." Kanako agreed softly. She was coming back to herself, it seemed. She was processing words more quickly and responding without such a dramatic pause. She even shed the robe on her own, with Miach's guidance.

Kanako left the robe on the floor and watched Miach tentatively. She was waiting. She wanted more instructions. Oh, that was so good. Miach liked that.

Miach smiled at her, "Good girl. Now, come here and lay down on the bed here. On top of the blankets," Miach instructed. She gestured to one side of the bed, where the pillows were fluffed and waiting.

Kanako looked between Miach and the bed one time before she shuffled forward to follow the command.

Excitement urged Miach on. She hoped Kanako would cooperate. She hoped she would get to enjoy herself, too. Once Kanako was settled, Miach would strip down to her underwear and climb into bed with Kanako.

It seemed like the other girl had finally figured out where things were going, and from the way her breath hitched Miach knew she was excited.

Miach straddled Kanako's hips and braced her hands on either side of the pillow. Kanako was so warm under her. It reminded Miach of the one blissful time she had gotten to sit like that with Shu Fang. This would end better than that, though. There wouldn't be fighting or yelling. She wouldn't need to move off of Kanako until she was ready.

Miach rolled her hips down, just a little. The position didn't offer much friction, but it gave just enough to keep the excitement inside of Miach steadily growing. "Oh, we're going to have so much fun, Kanako... I finally get to celebrate having you all to myself. Aren't you excited?"

Kanako was too happy to answer immediately. When she finally responded it was a soft mumble of agreement that was hoarse with anticipation.

Miach couldn't help herself after that. She kissed Kanako for the first time, and Kanako kissed back. It was so much better than the one kiss she had shared with Shu Fang. There was no biting, no headbutting. Just warm lips moving against hers.

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Kanako's mind was slow to warm back up. She felt half asleep until Miach forced her into the tub. She probably wouldn't have started to wake up even then if the water hadn't burned so badly. If Miach's touch hadn't felt like pins and needles and glass in her skin. It wasn't that way on her back, where she hadn't been submerged in the snow. The rest of her body, though, still burned from the cold. It alternated between a waxy sort of numbness and unimaginable pain. Even the warm air of the bathroom had ached.

The burning didn't go away after that. Even when she was done in the tub her skin still hurt. It felt like the sort of burn that happened when she handled something that was barely too hot for a moment or two. That sort of pain faded quickly. This one didn't.

The meal had offered a distraction, but Kanako had to endure Miach's touching and petting and praising through it all. She still couldn't wrap her head around the reason she had let things get so bad just to avoid obeying the woman. Sure, it wasn't terribly pleasant to have Miach pet her hair and face all the time, and the high pitched voice Miach talked to her with was annoying. It didn't justify letting herself be frozen half to death, though.

Kanako had been hoping she would be allowed to go back to sleep after that. She was still exhausted, even if she was awake again. It didn't click why she was taken to a different bedroom until Miach stripped to join her, though. Oh. Miach wanted to touch her.

She didn't want it, but she didn't want to be hurt again. She didn't want to be thrown back to the cold. Kanako had never been a good actor, but in that moment Miach was easy enough to convince. Kanako just had to hold her tongue and stop herself from saying anything. Even if she writhed and whined, the other woman only took it as a sign to keep going.

Miach kissed her long and deep, and as their lips stayed locked together her hands would trail down Kanako's body. The touch felt aimless and purposeless. Like Miach was just touching her because she could. It hurt. Kanako hated the way it ached and stung and burned. She didn't hold back the whines and gasps and whimpers that the pain urged forward, though. She let those sounds bleed into the kiss, and when she needed to squirm away she wouldn't hold herself still.

All of Kanako's attempts to move away did little except press her aching skin into Miach. If she tried to tuck her back down into the bed to take her belly away from Miach's burning fingers her chest would jut forward into Miach's own chest. If she tried to press her shoulders back to take her breasts out of Miach's reach it would jam her hips and her belly against Miach. And the more Kanako moved, the more Miach leaned into her.

Tears were beginning to sting at Kanako's eyes by the time Miach broke away from the kiss. Kanako took the chance to gulp in great, deep breaths. Her body trembled, and she didn't try to stop it. She had spent so long keeping every reaction carefully hidden and in check. That discipline had broken. That mask had fallen to pieces. In that moment, Kanako could do nothing to hide the emotions and the pain she felt.

"Oh, I didn't think you would be so sensitive. Shh, it's okay, it's okay. I know you've waited a long time, too. Just close your eyes, enjoy this," Miach was almost babbling the words as she settled both hands over Kanako's breasts.

Miach's palms felt searingly hot against Kanako's skin. She whined out a choked off little groan as her body shook beneath the touch. She wanted the pain to stop. She wanted the touch to stop. Even when Miach stopped kneading and fondling her breasts, though, Kanako would get no relief. Miach closed thumb and forefinger from both hands around her nipples. At first the touch was a gentle tweak, but when that had Kanako jolting against the bed Miach worked more intensely. She pinched and tugged at Kanako's nipples.

It took a few moments for Kanako to process that the shaky, keening, shattered whine was her own sound. It sounded like a broken tea kettle on a high boil.

In a desperate attempt to find some distraction, Kanako would drop her hands to the covers and dig her fingers in. She squeezed as tightly as she could, but it wasn't enough to put out the burning pain that Miach's touch brought.

When Miach finally released her hold, Kanako slumped back to the bed with a shaky gasp. Her body and mind got the break it needed when Miach moved off of her.

"I didn't think you'd be this excited. Maybe I should have tried this a long time ago," Miach mused as she shuffled down the bed. She nudged Kanako's legs apart and knelt between her thighs.

Kanako knew she would have fought Miach on that. She would have fought her hard. That was before the cold, though. Maybe Kanako would start fighting again once she had gotten the chance to come back to herself. In the moment, though, she just opened her legs.

It hurt so much less when Miach smoothed a hand over the back of Kanako's thigh. Kanako could handle that touch. She could maybe even enjoy it. She closed her eyes and relaxed her head back against the pillow.

"Good girl," Miach cooed gently. "You're being so, so good. This is going to be all about you, okay? I'm going to let you have a nice reward, since you finally did what you were supposed to. You'll see that you just have to behave."

Kanako whined, but she didn't try to answer besides that. If Miach wanted a dog, she wouldn't get words. She wouldn't get a person to talk to.

That lack of a proper answer didn't seem to bother Miach in the slightest. She continued cooing and fawning over Kanako as she massaged at the insides and backs of her thighs.

When Miach's fingers ventured further between her legs, Kanako couldn't help the way she jolted and tried to squeeze her thighs shut. She couldn't help the shaky huffs of breath she let out. Nothing good had ever come from hands being between her thighs like that.

Miach wasn't deterred. She didn't scold Kanako. She soothed and shushed as she moved forward so that her own thighs kept Kanako's legs pinned open. Briefly, Kanako's legs twitched again. They found the resistance of Miach's body, though, and quickly she slumped back into the bed.

"There you go, let me take care of you," Miach murmured gently. Her touch was as soft as her voice as she ghosted fingers between Kanako's folds.

The light, tracing touch had Kanako shivering from something other than the pain or the cold. It was a teasing sort of pleasure that left a mounting, unfamiliar excitement in her belly. She had touched herself once or twice, but it had always been quick. There had rarely been privacy, and she'd almost never felt safe enough to take care of such secondary needs. The slow build of want was unfamiliar to her. The pit of dread in her stomach that accompanied it wasn't, though.

"That's it. Good girl. That's nice, isn't it?" Miach murmured gently as she ghosted that finger between her entrance and the sensitive spot a little higher up again. "You know, Shu Fang didn't let me do this with her. I kissed her, I tried to make her feel good, and she bit me. That's why you're so much better than her. You know I just want us both to feel good."

Kanako had never met Shu Fang– she hoped she never would– but she knew the woman had made the right decision in the face of Miach's advances. Kanako wished she could do that. She didn't exactly want the muzzle strapped around her face again, though.

The admiration of some distant, unknown person was brief. Kanako couldn't focus on anything except the lingering burn on her skin, and the teasing between her legs. The way Miach had her legs spread left the tops of Kanako's thighs pressed against her belly. It felt strange, to feel the burn and the numbness of them both at the same time. She tried to focus on Miach's fingers. Those didn't hurt her.

Even as one of them pressed into her on the next tracing down her folds, it didn't hurt. She could feel how easily Miach's fingers slid in, and she knew she was wet. Kanako's breath hitched at the warm, thin intrusion.

"You're so wet... oh, I'm going to make you feel so, so good," Miach moaned. She shifted back so her weight no longer pinned Kanako's thighs. That gave her arm more freedom. The next time she pressed into Kanako it was with two fingers.

Kanako didn't try to close her thighs again, but she let her legs relax down onto the bed. It changed the angle of Miach's fingers in her, and drew a soft gasp out of Kanako. The new angle let Miach's fingertips prod into a spot that sent a jolt of sensation straight to the little bead of nerves just above Kanako's entrance. It was such an intense feeling that it hurt, at first.

Kanako's grimace did little to slow Miach down. Instead, when Kanako tried to change the angle of her hips, the other woman used an elbow to pin her down.

"Ah, ah, no. Stay right there. Stay. Just like that," Miach groaned out quietly as she began to work her fingers against the spot she had found. The next few hits hurt just as badly as the first, but the more Miach touched there the more the pain dissolved into pleasure.

It was a lot. It was a type of intense, sharp pleasure that filled Kanako's two most sensitive places all at once. She'd never felt anything like it, and she could only keen and cry as Miach worked into her. For all the intensity of the pleasure, it never spilled over. It never grew into the type of pulsing, throbbing bliss that left her body feeling limp and exhausted. Instead, those sensitive spots ached more and more with the intensity of the touch and the need for more.

Kanako's legs began to jerk and tremble on either side of Miach. Part of her wanted to close her legs. That part of her wanted to get away from the sensation. The other wanted to lean into it. Wanted to seek out more.

Neither side won out, in the end. Kanako lay beneath Miach and screamed as her hips joined her legs in their erratic twitching and jerking.

"You need more, don't you?" Miach sounded feverish and lost in desire. It didn't make sense to Kanako. There was nothing stimulating the other woman. Did she sound that aroused just from the things she was doing to Kanako?

It didn't matter. Kanako tried to answer Miach. She tried to tell her she needed more. She tried to ask for an end to the agony of need. All that came from her was a wail.

"I know, I know," Miach moaned and drove her fingers into that spot again. "It will be okay. I'll take care of you. I'll always take care of you."

Kanako thrashed beneath Miach. She couldn't control her body anymore. She could hardly control her mind.

Then, Miach gave her an ounce of mercy. She stopped pinning Kanako down with an elbow dug into her hip. With her hand freed, she moved a thumb to rub at the hard, angry ball of nerves between Kanako's legs.

The first brush of fingers against that spot had Kanako shrieking. She kicked and bucked and tried to fight her way out from under Miach. She couldn't coordinate herself, though. For all of the strength that was behind the movements, they accomplished nothing.

Miach's thumb kept rubbing at her, and the fingers never stopped pounding into her.

With each press and roll of Miach's thumb, the pain inside of Kanako grew alongside the pleasure. Then, all at once, the pain was gone. She was left with nothing but the mind-numbing pleasure as her body pulsed and twitched around Miach's fingers. Her thoughts went entirely blank at some point as the other woman kept touching her.

Among the waves of pleasure she reached another peak, and something inside of her gave way. Kanako could feel the fluid building up, but she couldn't stop it as each throb that her body gave pushed another gush of liquid from her.

The cries that had been leaving her at the start of her orgasm died down into weak whines and gasps by the time her muscles went slack. The feeling of Miach's fingers still pressing into her burned, but she didn't even have the energy to respond as her head dropped back to the pillow. Her legs trembled, but she couldn't even imagine trying to close them. Not with how weak they felt.

Finally, Miach stopped pressing fingers into her. She stopped thumbing at her. When the other woman withdrew her fingers it earned a whole-bodied shudder from Kanako.

"Kanako," Miach's voice was a needy whine as she moved to flop beside her on the bed. "Ohhh that was so, so good~ I want to have you right now, but I know you need to rest. You look like you're so worn out."

Kanako tried to nod, but she wasn't entirely sure if she managed it. She did need to rest. Desperately.

"Don't fall asleep yet. Let me take you back to your room. I'll need to change the sheets and blankets in here. I didn't expect you to make such a mess," Miach teased lightly as she got up and pushed Kanako to sit up.

The sun was almost down by the time Kanako actually lifted her head from the snow. She couldn't remember where it had been at when she had finally sank into the snow, but there had been enough light to see by in her escape attempt. Now the only light she could see came from the windows of the cabin.

Kanako didn't try to get up immediately. At first, she let her face fall back into the snow. She couldn't remember ever being so cold before. There had been times where she thought she might freeze to death in unheated concrete cells, but now that felt dramatic. She had been able to feel her fingers and toes then. Her skin. Now, everything that touched the snow had gone numb.

Her back and the backs of her thighs burned from the cold, but Kanako actually preferred that stinging ache over the blank numbness of the rest of her body. It felt more real.

When her mind began to wander, Kanako would force herself to focus again. She would sit up. Her mind felt like it was skipping, like time was speeding up and slowing down unevenly. It was a terribly disorienting feeling. Sometimes she would blink, and once she had opened her eyes again she would be falling back towards the ground.

That was what pushed Kanako to shuffle across the snow to the tree that her collar was chained to. The tree was large. It was stable. She could lean on it. Maybe then she wouldn't fall over when her mind lagged.

The bark of the tree was cold, but it didn't numb her skin like the snow did. It felt like each place where she rested against the bark was a place where her skin was being slowly scraped off. She leaned harder into the tree. The pain kept her awake.

Kanako tipped her head up and stared into the branches above her. She couldn't tell what sort of tree she was under. She couldn't tell if it had naked branches or needles. The sky and the tree were all one black smudge. There was no moon out that night. Or maybe it was just behind the clouds. She couldn't see the stars, either.

That tree was the only thing that held Kanako up as her body shivered uncontrollably. Every time she had wondered if she would freeze to death in her sleep before she had been able to stop shivering. Now she only shook harder if she tried to still.

It was hard to tell if she was drifting in and out of consciousness. Time didn't feel like it was skipping anymore, but sometimes Kanako would open her eyes again and something around her would have changed. Once, it was more snow. The impression her body had left in the ground was half full. Another time, it was a brief beam of light from the moon. So, it was just cloudy that night.

Every part of her that had been submerged in the snow before remained numb. Her back kept hurting, though. It kept burning and aching, and when she could keep her eyes open she focused on that.

Kanako wasn't sure if it was the same overreacting nervousness that had told her she would freeze in her sleep a handful of times before, but it felt like she knew she wouldn't wake up if she actually went to sleep. If she stopped trying to keep her head up. She didn't want to die. No matter what she had to do, she didn't want to die.

So, whenever her chin would nod towards her chest, Kanako would press herself into the bark. When that stopped working as well, she would thump her head against the tree with all the might she could muster.

Again and again, the world seemed to skip around her. Once, she closed her eyes while it was dark. Then, she opened them to a red-orange hue in the clouds. There was enough light to see the outline of the trees by then.

Kanako didn't know if it mattered that the sun had come up. She had stopped shivering. She could only find the strength to tap her head back on the trunk of the tree.

The next time she opened her eyes, Miach was standing before her. She looked like a marshmallow, in the puffy white coat that wrapped around her.

Kanako watched Miach silently. She didn't want to die. She couldn't keep her head up. She couldn't keep her eyes open.

"Oh, you poor thing. I'm glad I didn't decide to have my coffee before I came to check on you. You might have been frozen by then," Miach was smiling again.

Kanako's head dipped, chin resting on her chest. She couldn't answer. She didn't even know if she could speak. It felt like her lips had frozen together.

"Don't worry, I won't make it hard for you this time. Kanako, be a good girl and look at me," Miach cooed.

Kanako couldn't remember why she had fought for so long. She couldn't remember why she had been so focused on disobeying Miach. It wasn't a hard command. It shouldn't have been, at least. Kanako tried to lift her head, but it felt impossible.

A warm hand slipped under her jaw. It was too warm. It was hot. It felt like it seared her skin. It lifted her chin up, though.

Kanako opened her eyes and looked up to Miach. It was all she could manage, but Miach patted her cheek with her other gloved hand. Had she done it?

"Good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Miach teased. She pulled her hand from under Kanako's chin, and suddenly her head dipped back to her chest.

Kanako couldn't watch Miach, but she heard faint rustling. Then she saw Miach's gloved hands go under her chin to the collar. Those gloves looked so warm. The outside was waterproof, too.

The collar fell away as soon as the latch was opened. Then, Miach's arms looped under Kanako's.

Kanako couldn't do anything to help the woman lift her. She slumped into Miach, and her legs dragged the ground as the shorter woman carried her. It should have burned to have her legs dragged through the snow like that, but it didn't.

Kanako didn't remember closing her eyes, but the next time she opened them she was in the cabin. She was back in the bedroom she had been quarantined in, though the bedding was all different and the plastic that had been put over the furniture was gone.

Such thick, heavy blankets covered her that she could barely breathe. It didn't matter, though. They were warm. She could feel her body again, though it all ached and burned. She relished that sting.

Kanako wouldn't be left alone for long. She was content to close her eyes and drift off, but soon the blankets were pulled down to bare her shoulders. She squeezed her eyes closed and tried to burrow further under the layer of warmth and protection.

A hand on her face stopped her. Then, Miach's voice drew her attention. "Kanako, look at me."

She knew that, once, she would have done anything to avoid that command. She could hardly fathom why anymore. She forced her heavy lids open and tilted her face towards Miach. The position of the woman's hand left Kanako leaning into it.

Miach met her with a smile. "Good girl. That's a good girl. Here, you earned a reward. How about some warm tea?"

Kanako still felt chilled, inside and out. The promise of something warm to drink was like the promise of endless riches. She gave a slow nod and looked to the cup in Miach's hands.

"It's cool enough you can drink it through a straw. I tested it to make sure. Here you go," Miach removed the hand from Kanako's cheek and petted her hair. Then, she moved a mug closer and put a straw between Kanako's open lips.

The first sip stung, but it didn't burn. Kanako sipped it and held it in her mouth. It wasn't too hot to swallow, and she could feel the warmth of it all the way down. The second sip didn't leave her lips and tongue aching like the first had.

"Good girl. Enjoy, you earned this," Miach cooed softly.