Insight, the Most Terrifying Gift of All, pt 2 [Challenge] (non-canon)

“Emma darling, pick your poison.” Yuki appears behind Emma suddenly, and the woman clearly jumps as Yuki’s cold hands grasp her shoulders out of nowhere.

Yuki only smiles as the woman shivers in her grasp. “I know, I know, I’m a bit surprised at how high you placed as well, but what can I say, you must’ve impressed the audience quite a bit with your little display on your night. Or maybe it was your little worship fetish. But indeed, you are next. Now, let’s get going, my little timid girl.”

With that Yuki pushes her forward out of the group, Emma teetering on her tall heels. She looks back, clearly a bit nervous, only to move forward. She decides on the closest package to her, no strategy possible with this simple game. As the wrapping paper tears, Yuki smiles and whispers, “Ah, justice.”

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Emma walks confidently, like a lioness on the hunt through the halls of Kirk, Nance, & Linsfeld. No, it’s Kirk, Oppenheimer, & Linsfeld. Emma couldn’t help but smile. I made partner in just 4 years. Things are going great.

That had been a couple months ago at this point, but Emma still wasn’t used to it. What she really wasn’t used to was the silence that seemed to engulf the room whenever she entered any offices or break rooms over the past week. Emma was sharp, that’s how she got to this position, and you didn’t need to be a body language expert to see the chill she brought to a room. And even more than normal. And she was going to get to the bottom of it,

She walked into the office of Larry Linsfeld and the older man looked askance at her. Emma sat down opposite him, her air obviously of an equal, not the girl who had been overjoyed to be made partner only a few months ago. For his part, Larry merely closes a few tabs on his computer before turning to his fellow partner.

“Ah, Emma, to what do I owe the visit, need a bit of advice on something?” Stilted, professional, typical behavior for Larry Linsfeld, when it came to Emma Oppenheimer. But Emma cut to the quick.

“I know something is going on. The entire office shuts up the second I enter a room. At first I thought it was due to expenses, with the partners recently cutting into discretionary expenses, that there are some hard feelings there. But thinking back, on Monday I saw you in the breakroom chatting only to grow cold the second I stepped into the room. So, what is this? Are you planning something behind my back?”

Larry looks a bit nervous, but he puts up a meager defense. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You must be imagining things. You’re a damn fine partner, you know I pushed for you hard when it came time to replace Nance when he retired. You must just not be used to the culture, with how often you’re out of the office, being such a hard worker…”

Emma pounced. “Ah yes, the culture, the boogeyman of every boy’s club, that little glass ceiling that can’t quite be put into documentation and that allows the small biases. Are you regretting making me partner, now that your golf games are one member short? I thought you were better than that…”

It’s Larry’s turn to pounce. “Ok, ok, that’s not it at all, but yes, you’re right, you don’t quite fit into the culture. You used to be quiet, but approachable, hard working. People would come to you when they needed help with advice, with phrasing of their arguments. That’s one reason WHY I pushed for you to be partner. But ever since you got Nance’s office, you’ve gone from quiet but earnest to downright cold. That’s fine, but, well, it makes a bit awkward to break into your little sanctum.” He stops, clearly embarrassed. “I’m telling you, it’s nothing. Your position is safe, you don’t need to be concerned with it, the little talks will subside with time.”

Emma looks at the man. This isn’t a position of strength, she could push him. But this isn’t some power play. No, it does seem smaller. But Emma needs to know. “What is it? Did I have something in my teeth?”

Larry sighs, groaning. “Fine, if you’re going to keep pushing, fine. I had a cookout over the weekend. Small affair, just 15 people from around the office. I really thought about inviting you, but… well, again, you just seemed busy, and it didn’t seem like your speed anyway. I mean, it was just a fun little get-together, not a business meeting. And before you try to crucify me for being some old boys club member, half of the people were women, more than half. Associates like Marge, Rebecca, Violet. Lorelai brought a pie. It was fun. I’m sorry people stop talking about it when you enter a room, but well, it can get a bit awkward, talking about a party you weren’t invited to. Which is why I’m only telling you now, because you’re making it even more awkward, accusing me of some sinister cabal when I was roasting hot dogs on a grill. Better to just get this done.”

Emma looks at him, skeptical. “Really, that’s it? You invited half the firm, but not me?” Larry groans. “I mean, when you enter a room, you’re… a bit of a buzzkill, you know? I just wanted a fun little cookout with people who can relax, people who can let down their hair. I didn’t want it to be a company function.”

The words left unsaid sting. People who can relax. Unlike you. I didn’t want it to be a company function. Which you totally would’ve made it, due to your standoffish nature. Emma stands up. “No, no, it’s fine. I guess that all makes sense. I guess, well, if you ever have another one of those, you could invite me. Maybe I have been a bit… distant. Culture and community is important to foster.” She smiles, but it feels **** even to her. There you go again, sounding like some legalese robot.

Larry merely shifts uncomfortably. “I’ll consider it.” Translation: After this Spanish Inquisition, fat chance. Emma does him the favor of not even attempting to end the meeting in her usual manner, instead merely standing and leaving the room. She stalks down the hallways until she can get to her own office.

It is a simple truth that it is easy to overlook the small details when it comes to one’s own space. As Emma looks at her office, she sees the small little details. The window looks out on a mountain, glorious the first time you see it, humdrum by the end of a week. The chair opposite her desk that is just a bit lower, giving her that slightly more dominant air. The bookshelves, full of big legal books discussing various highbrow theories, with not even a conversation piece like some odd choice, all of them plainly by the book. The lack of any pictures of family or hobbies on her desk or walls, no graduation photo, no picture of her with friends. The office of somebody who is all business, all the time.

I have friends. Josephine and Natalie. Well, I last saw Josephine two weeks ago when she invited me to housesit for her. And Natalie it’s been… a month and a half, when we had dinner. But before that… yeah, it had been a while. But they text! Josephine had recently seen that movie, and said it was good. And Natalie is just busy, always texting about just how much work it was raising a small child while also working 9-5. But those texts were distant, and felt like poor comparison to actually sitting down, talking.

So why has it been so long? Well, you have been socializing. It’s just been business. Going out for drinks with Yua after looking through their large contract. Getting dinner with the Salazars after navigating their lawsuit. Bringing food to a meeting with George Kirk, the other partner, as you worked through the Nantez debacle. But that is daming in itself, isn’t it. No wonder, the world thinks you’re an ice queen. When 80% of the time, you’re just going through the motions for your own cold financial self-interest.

By this point, Emma is sat at her desk. She closes her email, then reaches up, and turns off the computer’s monitor. In the suddenly dark screen, Emma sees her own face, and the tears in the corners of her eyes. That is what broke her, finally gave herself permission to let go of the tension inside her, that caused her to start crying.

I don’t want to be some island. I wish I wasn’t so intimidating. I wish I could be somebody else, somebody approachable and not somebody you had to be serious with all the time.

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“Sometimes it’s hard to pick out transformations, but that doesn’t mean that sometimes we don’t get some real interesting prompts. You, my dear, are always interesting to choose for.”

Yuki says this as she stands in front of the snowglobe, her fingers curled around her chin like she is looking at some piece of fine art. The title of this piece? The Shrinking Violet.

Emma stands in the glass bubble, but it is hard to even recognize her. Cute but thick glasses adorn her face. Her twintails hang off to the side. Her body is adorned in a pencil skirt and a white blouse with the two top buttons popped, her finger on her lips like she is thinking of something. A set of kitten heels and normal stockings complete the ensemble. She is bent over, showing off her cleavage, but not in an intentional way. There is an innocence, but also a sexuality to her positioning.

Yuki looks at it, then taps her chin. “Nah, let’s move you to a slightly different position. Oh, that should be fun!” She snaps and Emma topples forward, her ass in the air, her glasses on the floor. Emma doesn’t quite hit the floor before Yuki freezes her in place again, her bonds invisible but still very present.

“That’s the klutz energy I’m going for! That and it makes this little beauty that’s coming just a bit more visible. Let’s lift that skirt, juuuust a bit.”

Emma’s skirt lifts, revealing her panties, as Yuki moves the snowglobe for it to show a side profile, her breasts hanging beneath her without a bra, barely contained by the very modest blouse, her ass hugged but barely visible by the skirt, her panties just exposed.

“Now, my beautiful lawyer, I know you’ve already repented your little cunning plan to your Master. But I think we both know that words are so easily given. I’m more of an eye for an eye type. So here is Callie’s gift, one that you should be very familiar with!”

24 Hour Chastity Belt- Blocks vaginal and anal intercourse or masturbation for 24 hours, then disappears. 10,000 BP

Yuki reaches into the box pulling out a metal chastity belt. And then, it’s gone, wrapped around Emma’s hips instead. Emma doesn’t respond. She hasn’t moved, clearly trapped in this awkward stumble. She is trapped in a moment of time, her hands akimbo trying to catch her fall, her glasses laying on the ground.

Yuki turns from her erstwhile masterpiece, snapping and pointing at Wendy. “Pick up the pace. Let’s just make an orderly line, so I don’t need to have too much banter.” Wendy is first in the line, followed by Marika, then Ashley, then Monica, then Maricela last. Wendy steps forward, standing before the presents.

“Is there any point to thinking about this? Can I even open my own present if I wanted to?” What would even happen if I chose my own present, given what it is? Yuki visibly groans. “I tell you to hurry up, and you slow me back down. I guarantee you won’t get your own present, now pick. Pick before a present flies at your face and bursts open.” So Wendy walks forward, picks one at random from the middle of the pile, opening it.

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Wendy sat in the moving truck. She looked at the apartment building that she and Ben had shared, wondering if she even should’ve bothered.

The guy she’d hired to get the moving truck had insisted she be there. He also had told her that he had the police on speed dial, just in case this domestic issue turned into a full-blown domestic. But after she opened the door for him with her key, she had stood outside while the man had entered. She’d heard a brief conversation, but the man had stepped out, telling her that it was ok if she wanted to wait in the truck. So she did.

Now they were shoving her stuff into boxes, and after that she’d look through it to see if they missed anything important before they drove away. Wendy had already taken everything important when she left the first night. After they broke up after having sex. But rules were rules, any breakup needed a good accounting, so you didn’t wonder if your ex inadvertently stole your blender.

As she looked at the place where she had felt comfortable for so long, she couldn’t help but wish.

I wish he had bound me to him. I wish that even still I was in his grasp, if only he could take me in the first place.

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Wendy woke up to… darkness. No, not darkness, leather, leather over her eyes, over her face, over her body, clutching tightly. As Wendy struggles in a gimp suit, she finds she is bound in the pose of a dog begging for a treat, her hands bound close to her neck with a collar and bands around her wrists, her legs bound together at the knee. Yuki looks on approvingly. “Ah, there’s nothing quite like that smell. The smell of a submissive bound head to foot in the fine smell of leather.”

She says this despite also being outside of the glass bubble looking in. The words Leather Bitch adorn the bottom. And as Yuki moves her fingers, Wendy moans.

She moans because as Yuki waves her fingers, dildos push into every one of her holes, her mouth, ass, and pussy being penetrated as she feels them take the shape of Master, her Master. “Now, that should make a bitch like you happy. Isn’t that right, my little leather bitch?”

“And speaking of making you happy. This gift should help you get further ingrained in the company. I feel like you’ll enjoy this, being the little submissive intern you are. It’s Target Sighted, and the enhanced version, how fun!”

Target Sighted: Lesbian-Increased Strength- Every girl who sees the female user/target will find themselves aroused thinking about her. This effect lingers until they have had sex with her once. In addition to becoming aroused, they will have fantasies about the target that will slowly increase to become more hardcore and ****. The effect lingers until they have sex with her once. 5,000 BP

As Yuki reads out the transformation, it is subtle, but every eye lays on Wendy’s twitching, bound body. Her curvy breasts squeezed deliciously between her forearms in her begging pose. Everyone knows that something has changed, but it is just the start.