Until Bedtime
Everything before my eyes was dark. A little light filtered in through the shallow hollow between my nose and cheek, but all I could really see was my own chest, so it might as well have been pitch black.
But what kind of species is humanity, after all? There are even people who claim to perceive the world the way a bat does, by listening to sound bounce off walls — I personally don't believe it — and so the rest of my senses threw themselves into compensating for the absence of sight with everything they had.
Unnie's breathing sounded twice as loud as before, and my skin had grown so sensitive that the slightest touch seemed ready to set it off.
Only a day or two ago I had refused anything sexual. Now I had chosen a sexual act. Between violence and rape I had chosen the latter, and I didn't regret it. It wasn't as if I had grown up with a normal woman's sexual values to begin with.
All I had ever felt was the simple revulsion of someone else touching my body — but the revulsion of being beaten surpassed even that.
Of course it hadn't been the kind of violence that put my life in danger, but... haah.
I simply stopped thinking. Everything was going to be regrettable anyway. If I kept turning it over like this, the only conclusion I would reach was that I never should have gone to that bar with unnie that night.
A rustle — the sound of unnie moving. In the short stretch of time that passed, I slowly tensed my body, searching for any place that might still have a little give. My knee shifted slightly.
At once a hand settled on my thigh. At some point her hand had grown hotter than mine, and the moment it landed there my body flinched. The thought of how I must look made the situation feel all the more terrifying, and I bit down hard on my lower lip.
Hadn't I just handed over the safety of my entire body to someone else? I curled my toes, and unnie's hands slid down to my knees, took hold of them, and pushed them apart.
My legs opened to match.
"Mm. I should've left your clothes on. Nothing to strip off — what a shame."
That was what unnie said. The hands holding my knees slipped inward along my thighs, and I made a small, startled sound —
"Not wet, of course."
"Yeah, that's fine," unnie said. Her fingers crept closer and tapped lightly against my sex. My knees snapped shut again, trapping her wrists between them. I couldn't see a thing, so the reaction came less from pleasure than from fear and surprise.
The fingers that had been touching and withdrawing grew bolder, shifting to my clitoris and rubbing in slow circles. I felt no excitement at all. Only after she had kept at it for a while longer, long enough for the touch to become familiar, did a heat begin to rise from somewhere deep inside me.
"...Hhnn."
Strangely, I wanted to breathe out through my mouth, and when I did, I heard unnie's short little giggle.
She kept working over the same skin I had touched myself countless times before, then suddenly pulled her hand away and brought it to my entrance. She set the pad of her finger against me rather than the tip, as if to make it clear that penetration wasn't the point.
"Ah — nnh..."
I made that sound out of disappointment that her hand had left me. Then unnie drew her whole body back, and for a moment there was no sound at all — until suddenly a finger dragged across my thigh. Sticky fluid clung to the path it left, and I understood what she had done.
My face burned. From that single gesture I thought I could tell exactly how she saw me. People used tissues or toilet paper to wipe foreign matter off their hands.
Whatever arousal I'd felt began to drain away. I didn't have a masochistic streak. There was no way I could feel excitement from anything that wasn't love built on mutual respect.
"You're... so mean..."
So I said it anyway. I hadn't forgotten that I was being punished, but I still wanted to get at least one word in. I'd already tried to run once — there was no need to keep performing.
"Heh."
Unnie climbed down off the bed and it shifted a little under her weight. Then she climbed back up, settled between my legs, and leaned down again —
"Huh...?"
Even though I couldn't see a thing, I craned my neck, trying uselessly to look down at my own body. I could tell she was holding something in her hand. Something heavier than her fingers pressed against my entrance and began to push slowly inward, as if it might slip inside at any second.
"W-wait — y-you said you wouldn't — insert anything...!"
"I did? When?"
"..."
Thinking about it, she never had. She had only slipped a single finger in a little way, pulled it out, and left it alone after that.
The dildo pressed steadily against me. Fear made me rock my hips back and forth, trying to get away.
"Don't move. Heeyeon. This is your punishment."
"Aah — u-unnie...!"
Unnie went still, testing me, waiting until I stopped moving my hips. There was nothing else I could do. I bit down hard on my lip and held still.
The dildo pushed in. A strained sound leaked from my throat.
Then it crossed some threshold and slid deeper with a wet rush. The fact that I was at least a little wet helped — I didn't feel the pain of tearing — but the pain of being stretched open still began to torment me. And that pain was considerable.
"Ah — aahhn...! W-wait! Just — just a second...!"
I tried to bring my hands down without thinking, only to find they wouldn't move even a fraction, and I hurriedly called out to her. Unnie held the dildo where it was — maybe three centimeters in, by the feel of it — and answered with a soft, questioning sound.
She must have been watching my face; her voice came from right beside my ear. I hunched my shoulders and answered.
"I-I've n-never put anything in before — c-could we use a smaller one, please? W-we can do the big one next time. Okay?"
"Hmmm..."
Unnie made that sound at my words —
And then, all at once, she drove it nearly all the way in. The flared base scraped hard along my walls as it went deep —
"Hhk...!"
The sound came out with my breath, and then my lungs and vocal cords, recovered, flung out a scream.
"Aaaah...! Aahhn...!!"
The pain of being stretched open was enough to tear that sound out of me. I had never used my body enough to know how thick it was, so I couldn't gauge the girth — but the pain of something that long forcing its way inside me was enough to make me clench my fists so hard my nails left marks in my palms.
"Ghhk...!"
I shook my head wildly. I slammed my open knees together hard enough to make a sound and thrashed. Even as time passed the pain didn't ease, so I twisted the only part of me that could still move — my lower body — this way and that.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"I-it hurts, it hurts. Nnh...!"
"It's fine. I worked you open well enough. Probably."
The dildo came out. It had already seemed to fuse with my body, refusing to leave, so unnie took it in both hands and pulled it free.
I tossed my head, and the blindfold shifted upward little by little until the world in front of me began to come into view.
And in that field of vision, unnie was smiling. She was smiling the bright, open smile of a child who had finally gotten the toy she wanted.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm sorr— nnh, hhk — I'm sorry..."
I was still in the same position, body flipped over, face buried in the pillow until breathing became hard, so I turned my head to the side and mumbled the words. Tears streamed from my eyes; I could feel the pillow growing wet beneath them.
The vibration rising from the dildo made my body strange. Somewhere deep behind my clitoris kept buzzing and buzzing, and an orgasm rose up before I could even try to hold it back, snapping my waist hard. Going over without feeling any pleasure at all was terrifying, and I begged unnie over and over.
"You're noisy, Heeyeon."
"U-uhh..."
The mouth that had been about to say more closed. If I talked back again, she would probably give me some other punishment.
Every time she took the end of the dildo and worked it up and down, my body jolted. Then she gripped it and drew it all the way out in one long pull. Darkness flooded my vision for a moment, then cleared again.
"Hwaah? Ah?"
"Interesting."
And then it pushed back in — the dildo forcing its way into me, pressing roughly against my walls. My eyes squeezed shut. Pleasure was a word for the most enjoyable state a person could be in, and I was feeling none of it. Orgasm simply ruled my body, dirtying the bed with tears and snot and slick.
"You come so easily. Me, I can barely manage once."
That was what unnie said. Then she left the vibrating dildo where it was, climbed over me as if to lie on top of me, and slipped both hands down either side of my body to knead my breasts.
Her voice at my ear made my whole body shudder, and I climaxed again. This time, strangely, a wet sound came from below — a rush of fluid spilling out at the peak of the orgasm.
"Heh. Heeyeon, is it hard?"
Unnie asked. My toes were clenched tight with effort. Every time I tried to relax them I felt as if I would come again immediately, so I answered with every muscle still locked.
"I-it's — hard. Th-that — nnh...!"
"...Mm. Ah, you smell nice. Want some water?"
"U-unnieee...! I-I'm sorry...!"
"That's right. Well. It's fine. Take your punishment cleanly, reflect on it, and you'll be okay. Right?"
"P-please...!"
The fingers fretting over my chest went still, and my words stopped with them.
Unnie pulled away from my chest, fussed with something for a moment, then set a phone down beside me with a soft tap. She touched the screen once, and the wallpaper came into view. The time said the sun would start going down soon.
"I'll untie you before bed. The punishment goes until then. That okay?"
Unnie said. Before I could answer, another orgasm rose up, and the snot that had been sliding down the back of my throat reversed and made a wet, choked sound.
"Ahaha. What was that? Cute."
A hand came to rest on the back of my head and stroked it gently.
"Anyway, well — see you later?"
The bedsprings creaked and shifted as unnie climbed off. I turned my face toward her and opened my mouth.
"U-unnie — p-please. Okay?"
"See you later~."
She walked away without looking at me. I thrashed as best I could. Even so she didn't turn around, and the restraints weren't loose enough to give for that kind of struggling. She opened the door, flipped the switch beside it, and the door creaked shut with a heavy click.
What remained in the room was a single woman, ridiculously bound, a vibrating dildo buried inside her. Only the low, continuous buzz filled my ears.
I had turned my head to the side to breathe, and my neck had begun to ache.