Harem in a dungeon from another world

By the time we make it back up to the rest floor, I'm exhausted. I set Emerie against a collapsed pillar in the corner, Aya started a fire. I took out more slavecord, and started to bind Emerie's ankles together. 

"Really? Don't trust me to stay put?" She said dryly.

"Should I?" I asked, a bit accusingly. Emerie grumbled, but never denied it.  With her Ankles tied, I turned to help Aya. We had just eaten a couple hours before, so we didn't bother making anything to big, and I made some for Emerie too. As we had it cook, a woman from another party camping approached. She looked at Emerie chuckling. 

"You joined us to get to the fifth floor, the split off to get rich... now look at you!" She said mockingly. "On your way to a slavers, are you?"

Emerie just glared at her. "Shut it, Leanne." She spit out. 

"No... I think I'll laugh at you more. Serves a brat like you right." Leanne said. 

I stood up and stepped between them. "Excuse me... that's my slave you're dealing with. Kindly don't rile her up." I say. "If you want to continue to mock her, we can go down a floor, and then you'll have all night to talk."

Leanne just smirked. "No. I'm good, you have fun with her... by Emerie.  Enjoy the slave's life." And with that Leanne turned and left. I got some food for Emerie, and sat down next to her, to make sure she ate. 

"Why...did you stop her from mocking me..." Emerie asked. 

"It like I told her. I don't want you riled up right now." 

Emerie grunted. "Sure... well I wasn't. She didn't know what she was talking about." I could tell she was embarrassed.  "So... what are you going to do with me... make me a pet like the furball?"

"Treat her with a bit more respect, she is first slave."

"Oh... great. I'm a slave and out ranked by a hairball spitter..." she turned and glared at me. "A rematch. Fight me without your magic!" 

I shake my head. "No... it's clear to me You'll win if we cross sword...and I already won our duel fairly, since you said magic was allowed."

"Yea... but...." Emerie grunted. "Fuck.... this isn't fair."

I shake my head. "Tell you what... I'll give you a chance. If you can get free tonight and... make it say.... 30 feet from camp... I release my claim on you." 

Emerie looked at me. "Your serious?"

"Yep. But you have to escape." 

Emerie smirked. "Oh, you're on! Get a good look you won't see me again!"

I chuckle. "I won't make it easy you know. I won you fairly, and I aim to keep you." I take out a strip of cloth.

"Uh... what's that for....mmph..." Emerie started, before I pull the cloth in and tie it behind her head. "Realth? Am gamph?" 

"Yep. You'll spend the night gagged. In part to keep your quieter... second...." i poke her nose." I like the way it looks."Emerie rolled her eyes.

"Fimph..." 

I pet her head. "Good girl. Get rest tonight. Between escape attempts, ok?"

Emerie grunted, already starting to Struggle already.  i go to the other side of our camp and lay back. "Aya...." I say quietly. "Keep an ear open. Make sure she doesn't actually escape." 

Aya nodded. "Yes master."

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It had been about an hour since her captor went to bed... and the stupid Cat was asleep too... Emerie worked quietly on her bonds, trying undo the Knott holding her wrists behind her. But slave cord was the prime prisoner rope for a reason... it was soft and left no bruises or cut circulation no matter how tight it was tied.... at the same time, it held just as firm as any other rope... except since there was no fear of hurting the captive... the rope could be tied as tightly as the captor could manage... and this asshole apparently knew his Knotts... but if anything... Emerie was stubborn.  Grunting in frustration she leaned back think. Did she need her hands to escape?  She glanced down at the rope holding her ankles. Her boots made it where that one couldn't be tied as tight.... if she could reach the knot... and loosen it, even just a touch...  she brought her legs up as far as she could, thankfully she was as flexible as she was... and... there! Her fingertips just barely reaching the knot. Though it strained her to do so. Still if she tried... it might be just enough.  

She couldn't tell how long she had been struggling... but finally she picked the knot loose! Struggling a bit, she slipped the boot off, and with her foot free, the slack left made the rest easy. Her ankles were soon free, only problem was she was now only in a sock on her right foot. She picked the boot up and got to her feet. Now how far did she have to go? 30 feet? Easy... she started forward, only for a hand to catch her shoulder. She turn, expecting her captor... but no. It was the Nekotype demi-human. "Whaph. Heph saiph iph i couph geph phee, i waph leph pho."

Aya smirked at her. "But you're not free yet."

"Oh comph om. I camph muph so I'm phe!" 

Aya shook her head. "Why do think you have to make 30 feet?" She smiles deviously and taps the crest on her chest. "It's my maximum allowed distance from master without permission...."

Emeries face went pale, and her eyes widened. 

"Thats right." Aya continued. "You have to escape me too."

"Phup."

Aya chuckled and pulled Emerie back towards the pillar, pushing her down. From where she had just been, and pulled her other boot off. 

"Waiph!" Emerie yelled into the gag, but Aya wasn't listening, she was already tying Emerie's now bootless ankles together. The cat was fast. Emerie struggled, but... it was no use. Aya tightened the rope, and now her slipping a boot off trick wouldn't work. She stared at the fresh knot... and pouted. Aya leaned close to her ear. 

"Face it... you belong to my master now." Aya leaned back smiling. "And it could mean saving the world."

That part lost Emerie.  Just how broken in was this girl that she thought her master was a savior?  Emerie gulped. Would she break the same way? Was he that cruel? She shuddered and went back to struggling. She glances over at Aya. She was on her side, laying there, just watching Emerie.  Emerie sighed and laid back. Fuck... she wasn't getting free tonight, was she? She was still exhausted from the duel, and the struggling sure hadn't helped... Emerie slowly closed her eyes and found sleep welcoming her despite her situation. 

When she was awoken the next morning to the coffee brewing, it felt like hardly any time had passed. There her captor and the damn cat were both awake. And just like that... her escape attempt was truly gone.... she glared at Aya, and Kiron. It felt like he had lied and got her hopes up... but on the other hand... he did say he wasn't going to make it easy.... 

She held her tongue as her gag was removed, and even her wrists untied so she could eat, and drink the coffee. She played nice and let herself be tied again as they packed up camp. When it came to move out, she just glared. 

"My condition is still the same. You want me, carry me out. I'm not walking an inch on your behalf!"