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[x] Charge in. Youmu needs you.
Kogasa leans in, bringing her head near Youmu’s forcibly extended tongue. Youmu twists, bouncing and crying out as their faces near.
You hurl yourself around the corner, charging toward them. “Let her go!”
Kogasa pauses, turning to face you. Her eyes go wide, outright sparkling.
“Naoko! You came!”
She drops Youmu’s head and hops to her feet, spinning to face you. She opens her arms wide.
You hurl a chain of hearts at her gut. In a blink, she shifts to the side.
“Wah! Hey, we don’t have to fight!”
You pause, feet stopping amid a pile of shackles and gags. “Let Youmu go.”
“If you’ll take her place!”
She pouts. “Fine. We’ll have a fight. But I get to keep you if I win!”
You stare back. “And you’ll let Youmu go if I win.”
Youmu arches her back again, folding her legs as she tries to… do something. She sputters through the tongue bars, voice desperate and eyes wide.
Spirals of purple bullets appear around Kogasa as you warm up your own hearts. You take a step back, wondering how you’ll squeeze through her bullet wall.
A high-pitched voice squeals from behind you, “it’s a fight!”
A red bullet crashes past your shoulder, to the wall behind Kogasa.
You flip around to see three fairies firing more red bullets. You pound a line of hearts into one fairy, catching her by surprise and popping her.
You spin around to find the bullets fast approaching, accompanied by fire from the three fairies behind Kogasa. You fire another couple lines forward.
Kogasa sidesteps them but they send the fairies behind her scattering and clip one. Youmu twists her back from side to side, grunting.
No pops, though.
“Wait! Give her the shackles, not the pillory!”
You spin back around to find a fairy floating toward you, carrying a small block of wood with two holes.
You pound her with hearts, popping her.
“No! Daisy!” The remaining fairy glares at you, then flees as you fire another line her way.
You glance forward just long enough to squeeze through Kogasa’s spiral, ducking low to avoid the red bullets slipping through. Puffing, you pull yourself back up and whip around to fire another burst of hearts toward the last fairy behind you.
She floats out of the way, sticking her tongue out at you.
“Careful, Lizzy, careful. Don’t…”
You spin back around, a fairy floats between you and Kogasa, carrying a rubber ball on red straps.
“Wah! She found you!” The fairy in the back pelts you with red, forcing you to duck as her companion approaches. Slipping to the side, you lift yourself up to find the gag floating far too close. Jogging backward, you pelt the carrier with hearts. They connect, popping her.
As the ball clatters back to the ground and a new wave of purple bullets appears around Kogasa, you spin back around to find the last fairy behind you picking up what appears to be a dark red corset.
You fire, nailing and popping her.
You return your gaze to Kogasa to find the two fairies behind her fighting over a red buckled collar. You heave a tiring breath as you fire a cloud of bullets their way.
Kogasa slips between the hearts, letting them pop one fairy and clip the other. Youmu lies on her side now, shaking her head and curling her back as she pulls at her chains. A small puddle of drool collects under her tongue.
You breathe heavy. Just one more fairy, then Kogasa.
The purple bullets float toward you, forcing you to leap to the side to slip between them.
“For honor! For love! For panties and pretty pink leashes!”
The last fairy surges forward, carrying a silvery leash with a long chain and pink frills underneath.
You fire another cloud of hearts, then one more.
Kogasa steps through both, slipping between your hearts. The fairy weaves between them and pounds her body into your gut, shoving you back. She floats out, staring you down with hard, glinting eyes. You pound a trio of hearts into her, popping her.
Just you and Kogasa now. And Youmu, still twisting around near her feet.
Kogasa gives you a massive grin as she raises her hand. Three spirals of pink bullets fire out from her, terrifyingly fast. You jog back, firing out more clouds of hearts. The pink bullets rocket toward you, changing into narrower forms in a spread of rainbow colors as they approach. You leap and hop between the narrower bullets, letting them graze your shoulders and hips as you look for the next opening.
During the short gaps between, you fire more clouds. One of them, finally, clips Kogasa’s arm.
Then the bullets end. Kogasa’s still grinning. “You did so well!”
A faltering smile breaks across your lips. “Is… is that all? Are you done?”
She presses a finger to her lips. Youmu thrashes in her chains.
You tense, firing off another cloud, smaller and denser, in Kogasa’s direction.
“Rain Sign [A Rainy Night’s Ghost Story]!”
To your surprise, your bullets evaporate as they approach, subsumed by a cloud of small, blue bullets of her own. She fires them toward you, flying in random directions.
You find one opening and throw yourself through it, only to find more bullets behind it. So many, many more bullets. You duck, dodge, and weave, taking a blow to your gut, then your head.
You stagger backward, only to find the bullets still coming. No gaps this time, just an unending swarm. You throw yourself into the best opening you can find, only to get hit on both shoulders.
Heavy breath shaking, you scan for another, only to get slammed in the crotch. You stumble back, falling on your ass as the bullets finally fade away.
Limbs shaking, you pull yourself off the floor. Your knees knock as you struggle to hold yourself upright, dragging on your power to summon one more heart. It fizzles and winks out. You try again, scanning the room for your… target.
Kogasa’s not there.
“Erhe! Ehoo!” Youmu screams, banging her shackled feet on the floor.
“What do you…”
A hand claps your left shoulder as a smell floats to your nose.
Pussy. Wet, hungry pussy. Your gut churns at how fast you identified the smell. A hand leans over your right shoulder, holding a bunched-up wad of dripping, white-and-blue striped fabric.
“Open up for me, okay?”
She slides the hand on your left to your chin, while the right carries that fabric toward your mouth.
You slide your shaking hands up in front of your mouth to press them to the fabric, holding it back. “Wait. Let’s talk about this. Please, I-”
“I won, Naoko. Fair and square. Just be a good sport, admit you lost, and let me have my prize.”
“What about a rematch? And maybe I could-”
Kogasa’s hand squeezes your jaw. “Open up.”
You purse your lips, shaking your head. Until her iron grip stops you, locking your head in place as her fingers grind into it. Your jaw aches, then hurts, then threatens to buckle under her fingers. Defeated, you open your quivering mouth. Youmu stills, eyes closing as she rests her head and knees on the carpet.
Kogasa presses the sex-drenched cloth between your teeth, almost choking you as she shoves it inside. Her fingers leave your aching jaw.
The taste of Kogasa’s lust drowns your tongue as she gives it a few final pats. She lets go and you let yourself fall back to your ass.
“Enjoy my panties, I made sure to get all of my love on them.”
She giggles. You retch, dry heaves pushing a couple folds past your lips.
“Hey! Keep it in!”
Too weak to stand, jaw still aching, you just sit there, wet panties hanging from your lips. Kogasa turns a glare toward you. You freeze, too petrified to dare pull the panties out.
She hops in front of you, carrying that engraved metal plate with all its straps hanging off the sides.
“Jeez. You’re making me do every little thing!” She presses a hand to the wadded cloth, shoving it back behind your teeth. She then sighs, face brightening into a smile. “Ta-da!” She presents the plate, not quite shoving it in your face.
‘Naoko,’ it reads.
“I made this one just for you. Isn’t it pretty?”
With your mouth stuffed as it is, you settle for mumbling a vaguely positive sound.
She pouts. “Here, let me show you how it works.”
She steps around to your back and drops to her knees, then slides the plate in front of your panty-stuffed mouth. She presses the leather backing tight to your jaw with one hand, while the other pulls a strap up from the top.
Two smaller straps run up from the plate, around your nose, to connect to a single larger strap just above it. She runs it up and over your scalp, then slides it around something behind you just before pulling the two side straps around the base of your head.
Something buckles behind you just before she pulls on it, tightening it around your head. Idly, you push on the cloth with your tongue, pressing it to the plate.
The plate doesn’t budge, of course.
Kogasa hops around and in front of you once more as she scans the floor. You run a hand along the plate, feeling the grooves of your name. “Hey! Don’t touch that!”
Startled, you pull your hand back off. Kogasa wanders around you, maid dress bouncing as she flits from shackles to ball gag to pink cock.
You could try to unbuckle the gag, of course, but then what? Fight her? After she almost broke your jaw just to stuff you? Sex-flavored fluids trickle down your throat with each subtle shift of the teeth you unwillingly press into her panties.
Still shaking, you pull yourself back to your feet and stagger backward. Maybe if you just…
“Give me your hands.”
You blink, looking up to see a pair of bright, silvery shackles with soft pink lace at their edges. Just like the last fairy’s collar. And Kogasa’s red and blue eyes staring right at you. Defeated, you lift your hands.
She places them, one at a time, in the cuffs. Then she closes and locks them. Groaning, you tug at them, finding the chain about as long as Youmu’s, letting you get them to your sides before it pulls taut.
Kogasa lifts your right foot. You glance forward to find a matching set of shackles near them, one sliding around your ankle.
She shuts and locks it, then locks the other around your left.
You look up to find her holding a collar, the pink-laced one the last fairy dropped, its long chain dragging behind her.
She pops it open, splitting it in half by the d-link. She slides it around your neck and snaps it closed again, closing a padlock on the front. She runs her fingers down the chain, pulling it up as she glances to a door at the end of the hall, behind Youmu.
She glances down at Youmu, then sighs.
“Wait right here.”
She jogs back, snaps a matching leash from the floor, and hops over to Youmu. You look away, down your violet dress. So much for saving Youmu.
Chains clink and metal snaps open. Then it snaps shut again. Footsteps patter toward you just before a hand slides across your silk-covered belly to snatch your leash. It tugs, pulling the chain up, then away.
Then it forces you to turn, finding Kogasa carrying your leash in one hand, alongside Youmu’s.
She carries a bulky mess of black leather in the other.
You pull your neck back, but a quick tug from Kogasa sends you stumbling forward, feet twisting just to keep you upright. She drags you down the hall, to the door she’d been eyeing. You glance to Youmu, whose hands rest trapped behind her back, but freed from her ankles.
She glances back, giving you a hard, determined stare. One rather undermined by the tongue still forced out by the small bars digging into her cheeks. Kogasa gives both leashes another tug. You turn to see the door open as Kogasa drags your stumbling feet forward.
You find the room she brings you to rather cozy. A dark wooden dresser sits in the far-left corner, with a two-person, plush bed with high, engraved wooden posts at each corner, four beams running between them. A rosy red blanket covers the bed. Another small desk and mirror rests in the near left, made of matching dark wood.
“Okay! Let’s get started.” Kogasa ushers you to the bed, dumping you on it as she spins around. She takes a quick detour to the door, clicking the lock, then whirls back around to stare down your would-be guardian.
Youmu flinches and backs into the wall, chains shifting as she pressed herself between the desk and dresser.
“Someone’s wearing Ms. Naoko’s bracelets.”
Kogasa drops the mess of black leather beside Youmu and grabs her green vest, popping it open, button by button.
You turn around, tugging your wrists apart as you try to shut out the sound of fabric sliding against fabric. Then Youmu’s garbed cries. You burrow your head into the blanket, lifting your left leg almost to your waist before the chain pulls taut. The chains clink as your ankles tug at them, but not loud enough to drown out the sound of fabric sliding against skin.
“Hey! Naoko, pay attention!”
You flinch, sweat beading on your skin as you ease your struggles.
“Don’t make me come over there, young lady.”
A quiet, disbelieving giggle bubbles from your throat. This is the girl who overpowered and confined you? Whose magic so overwhelmed your own?
You remind yourself of what her temper would do to your bones. Groaning through the panties, you return to face Youmu’s now bare back and soft, tight ass.
“Behold!” She stares you in the eyes as she gestures to the chain hanging across that butt from Youmu’s stiffened wrists. “Built to hold even an oni in place! Once equipped, the captive will never escape until its owner opens them.”
You squeeze your right hand between your thighs, jerking the left almost to your chest. You tug the left up, away from your right, letting the shackle dig into your wrist. The chain doesn’t even creak.
She nudges Youmu. Tired and irritated, Youmu tugs at them for a moment, then lets her wrists fall limp.
She rubs her nose. “I put so much effort into them, you know. Do you have any idea how hard oni-resistant metals are to get, let alone work with? I busted my favorite hammer! And the next one!” She sighs as she licks her lips. “But it was all worth it, just to enjoy your ass one more time.”
You roll to your side, cuffs biting into your wrists as you pull at their chain.
“Next!” Kogasa drops to a squat, gesturing to the ankles on Youmu’s smooth white socks. “Just as tough, guaranteed to prevent even your most dexterous efforts from separating us!”
Youmu tugs her right ankle up for but a moment.
“Now just a wait a moment, dear, before I get these babies on you, where they belong.” Kogasa stands back up, bringing her hands to Youmu’s top button and snapping it loose.
You turn around, giving your wrists one last tug before you let go, skin bright red under the cuffs. You sigh, shackled hands and legs curling into each other as you dream up escape plans to the sound of leather sliding across skin, mixed with Youmu’s garbled cries.
You uncurl, glancing back just long enough to find Youmu twisting, still upright, under the heavy leather straps Kogasa had draped over her shoulders. Trying to turn away from the hands sliding across her modest breasts to flick at her pale, pink nipples.
You turn your eyes to the vaulted ceiling, spreading your legs to pull at your ankle chain. Leather slides against skin, buckles snap, and Youmu’s cries grow quieter. Sadder.
Chains clink, both your own and Youmu’s.
“Now, I need you to be real still, okay? Naoko needs her shackles back, so…”
You lift your head.
Youmu stands in the corner of the wall and dresser, pressing herself into them and away from Kogasa, who sits, feet splayed, a couple steps away.
Kogasa leaps back up, throwing her right hand to Youmu’s shivering shoulder and under a black strap. “I said be still!” She shoves her left hand into Youmu’s gut and slides the right hand down Youmu’s side, pulling the strap tight over her right arm, then her left. Kogasa then tugs another set around each hip.
Black leather straps crisscross Youmu’s torso, connected by metal rings in a repeating diamond pattern. The leash is gone, replaced by a collar matching her straps. Kogasa moves to her collar, pulling and tightening each strap one by one.
Youmu yelps as Kogasa reaches the straps encircling her breasts, pushing Youmu’s breasts out and digging into their bases just a little more with each tug. Kogasa hums a cheery tune as she continues down to the diamond encompassing her navel, then the straps wrapped around the base of her thighs, running just around Youmu’s cute, exposed pussy.
Kogasa pulls Youmu back and steps behind her, tightening it in the back.
“You’re doing really well. Just hold still a little longer, okay?”
Youmu groans, slumping over as Kogasa pulls a black sleeve from the floor and presses it to Youmu’s back, chains clinking as she moves your protector’s arms.
You hear a couple clicks, then find Youmu’s shackles falling to the floor behind her. Youmu throws her body into Kogasa’s side, shoving your captor back again. She staggers forward, around Kogasa, toward you.
You barely get a muffled squeal through the damn panties before Kogasa leaps, tackling Youmu to the ground, where she pins her arms to her back and drags the sleeve over them.
You shuffle backward, chains clinking until you hit the headboard. You curl into yourself, shivering. Idly, you tug your ankles apart again.
Leather presses to fabric once more before you hear a zip, followed by three straps buckling. With a trio of tugs, Kogasa sighs.
Then a few more straps buckle. Then Kogasa steps out and around, hauling Youmu up by her collar.
Youmu groans, swinging her torso around to reveal the black sleeve pressed tight around both arms, folding them behind her back. A strap runs up from each end of the sleeve, connecting to a ring at the center of her back with three more straps running out from it. One to her collar and one around each arm, back to the diamonds in the front. She leans back, gurgling her frustrations.
“Almost done, now let me see your feet.”
Youmu yelps, again, jerking her head downward as Kogasa grabs her ankles. Fitting a key into the shackles, she frees one, then the other. Youmu kicks at her.
It connects. Kogasa staggers back, holding her forehead. “Ow!”
She turns to face Youmu, grabs the ankle, and yanks.
Youmu’s feet fall out from under her, sending her ass crashing back to the floor.
Gurgling, Youmu nods her head. Kogasa drags Youmu back toward the wall, rips her shoes off, and throws them aside. She then slides one leg into a long, long black boot. One that reaches halfway up the girl’s thigh, with a heel so long it would force her onto her tiptoes.
She buckles four different straps at different points along the boot’s length, then feeds the other leg through an identical boot. As she buckles the second up, you can’t help but notice a series of d-links running up the interior side of each boot, right by a corresponding buckle.
Kogasa grabs a handful of padlocks, which she runs through the links between Youmu’s leather-wrapped legs, clicking one shut around each link. Finally, she finishes with Youmu’s ankles, lets go, and stands up.
Once Kogasa backs off, Youmu goes back to twisting and straining. But if the shackles inhibited her, these immobilize her. Humming, Kogasa skips toward you. You twist and bounce, pressing yourself to the headboard, shrinking away from her. Youmu’s shackles dangle from her hands.
She leaps onto the mattress and crawls toward you, chains clinking. “Oh boy! I finally get to put these on you!” She pulls out a key, which she inserts into the lock on your left shackle, popping it open. She repeats with the right.
“Now, about this dress…”
Kogasa glides her hands through the slit in of your dress and, reaching under it, she pushes it up your stomach. Frantic, your hands fly to her wrists. She snatches them and presses them to the bed on either side of you.
“I. Won. Fair and square. Now stop messing around!”
She glares at you. You lock up.
She pushes the dress up, over your head, and down your arms. The cool bedroom air brushes by your exposed belly and…
“Oh, wow. The fairies were right.” Kogasa runs a hand down your bare belly, up against the side of your ‘bra,’ and flicks your bare nipple. “Well, I guess we can leave these on, since they don’t get in the way.”
She throws the dress aside and sets the smaller shackles on your belly, both popped open. “Put your hands here.”
Eyes moist and twitching, you shake your head. She frowns. You shut your eyes, still shaking.
Kogasa sighs. “If can’t behave, I guess I’ll need to teach you.”
A hand crashes across your left breast, stinging it. Then your right. Your feet shake, but Kogasa’s weight prevents you from running, even if you had any courage left. You choke through the next couple blows, then surrender, dropping your wrists, limp, in the cuffs and letting her lock you into them. You lie there, letting her slide down, pop your ankle cuffs off, and replace them with Youmu’s set. You can’t help but notice just how snug they fit, as if they were made with only your wrists and ankles in mind.
Finally, she pulls something else out from behind her. A shiny but dull gray collar, the same as your gag and your new set of shackles. You find a name embossed into the front, just above an empty d-link. ‘Naoko Honda,’ it reads. Of course.
Popping it open, she sets it aside as she opens your current collar, only to toss it to the floor. Gently, reverently, she slides the new, embossed collar around your neck, snapping it shut and locking a padlock on the back.
“You know what means, right?” Kogasa rubs a hand down to your crotch, fingers poking at your exposed pussy. “You’re all mine now. Your ass belongs to me, understand?”
Gut dropping, you nod. It’s a lie, of course. You can… you can still win. You can still escape. You got away from Mystia and Wriggle. You can get away from her. Eventually. You throw a glance to Youmu’s constricted, defeated form. You just play by her stupid rules and you’ll get your chance… right?
And even if you can’t escape, you can at least get Youmu out, right?
An opportunity will come, right?
“It’s not so bad, you know. Being a tool. It’s so much better than being unwanted. Now point that adorable little butt this way, okay?”
Shivering, you comply, feeling the blanket against your face as you flip onto your front.
“Good, good. Now, stick it out just a little more.”
Face burning, you fold your legs together. Just get it over with. Just get it over with. Just…
A tongue swipes down your crack. You bury your face in the sheets, screaming into Kogasa’s panties as she licks your asshole. As she grabs your ass-cheeks, wedges her face down your crack, and forces her wet, slippery way through your sphincter.
She moans into your ass.
Garbled, furious screams float to your ear from the far wall as Kogasa rolls her head around your crack, pumping your ass with her impossible tongue.
The screams climb in pitch and ferocity until you feel the full length of her wet muscle slide up and out, popping free from your ass as she pulls her head away.
Shaking, you let your spit-soaked ass fall. Groaning into the panties, you twist and turn, facing back to Youmu as you pull yourself into a sitting position.
Kogasa approaches her. “Sorry, sorry. I guess you felt kind of left out, huh?”
Youmu’s screams die in her throat. Kogasa hauls her apron up and off, then with a pop of a button, drops her pleated skirt down her legs, exposing a smooth, round ass of her own.
She steps out of it and, crouching down, grabs Youmu by the collar, dragging her onto the floor. Youmu twists and writhes as Kogasa turns her until the girl’s feet face away from you. She squats down over Youmu’s naked, tightly compressed body. Pinching Youmu’s already pinched tongue between her fingers, she lowers her crotch to Youmu’s face.
You shut your eyes as Kogasa’s pussy muffles Youmu’s cries. But it does little good. The muffled cries are soon drowned out by wet schlicks as Kogasa rubs her lascivious cunt all over the poor girl’s face.
And what little cries you hear soon transition to frantic licking. Intermixed with the occasional whimper.
Then the sounds die out. The whimpers grow louder, now interspersed with hiccups.
“Hey! I gave you attention! What else could, you…”
The sound of revelation in her voice paralyzes you.
“Oh, of course! Here, just a sec.”
And just like that, you’re back to curling into yourself.
A chain rattles, then hits something solid, then slides along it.
Youmu yelps. Leather twists and strains, then something hooks into it.
“Wakey wakey, sleepyhead.”
You peel your eyes open to see Kogasa staring back. She leans forward, grabs you by the collar, and pulls, jerking you forward.
With another tug, she has you off the bed and stumbling to your feet. Then she grabs your wrists and pulls. You shake your head, pulling back. Her eyes narrow, darkening. You swallow, stale pussy juice gliding down your throat as you hold out only another moment before you relent, letting her haul them up. She drags you nearly to your tiptoes before hooking them into a chain that hangs across the rafter above your head.
You stare up at it, bewildered, before feeling a pair of soft, tight breasts bump into your own slightly larger, less restrained pair. You look forward to find Youmu tethered to the other end of your chain, hooked by links on her shoulder straps.
Kogasa reaches around your neck, carrying a short chain over your shoulder. She snaps one end onto your collar’s link, then runs around behind Youmu and affixes the opposite end to her collar.
Even in the position you’re in, breasts bumping into Youmu’s, the chain barely droops. A hand glides across your ass.
“Now that we’ve got you two lovebirds together, let’s dig in!”
You twist, hands forced above you, Youmu’s nipples glancing across your breasts, hips touching.
Kogasa squats down, stroking your ass again.
You look into Youmu’s terrified eyes, feeling just a spark of courage returning. Just for her, you might be able to defy Kogasa. But should you?
[ ] Resist. It’ll piss Kogasa off but might just distract her from Youmu.
[ ] Comply. Let Kogasa do as she pleases so she doesn’t hurt either of you.
[ ] Ignore Kogasa. Risk her ire but keep your eyes peeled for other chances.
[ ] Write-in.
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Timer ended at: 2019/07/07(Sun)19:00