You're Awake?
I was the sort who always woke early after drinking. That didn't mean I was ready to start the day, though — it usually amounted to cracking my eyes open and drifting straight back under.
So when I finally surfaced for real, after what felt like another hour or two of lying there, a few strands of hair had worked their way into my mouth. Pteh, pteh. I lifted a hand to brush them away — a motion so familiar by now it was automatic — and heard a sharp metallic clank.
"...Huh."
And only then did I fully grasp the situation I was in.
"Wh— what...?"
Only then did my brain, scrubbed clean of every survival-irrelevant concern like hangovers, start grinding back into motion.
"You're awake?"
The voice that reached me was unmistakably Senior Inha's.
"Ah— uh— ah..!"
Clank-clank. The sound of metal striking something heavier than metal.
"Whoa, hang on. Stay still for me?"
Only then did Senior Inha come fully into the room, climb onto the bed, and sit down beside me.
"S-Senior — Senior Inha...?"
"Oh my. You're calling me Senior?"
I couldn't make sense of any of it. I had never lived a life that invited kidnapping, and being kidnapped by Senior Inha of all people was especially unthinkable.
Kidnapping? Confinement? Whatever it was, the situation was starting to come into focus — and the idea that the woman sitting next to me with that soft little smile was on my side no longer felt remotely plausible. And — and where did my clothes go?
Panic. Ah. I was terrified. The situation I was in suddenly looked exactly like those kidnapping stories I'd seen on the news.
Someone cutting out organs. A man walking in and stripping off his clothes.
"Ah— aah..!"
I forgot I was bound and tried to curl in on myself; my arms jerked, and the chains rattled again.
The moment my mouth opened to scream, Senior Inha swung astride me, crushed me in a tight embrace, and clamped a hand over my mouth. Her hand was larger than I'd expected — large enough to cover my nose as well as my lips — and breathing became a little difficult.
Even so, maybe there was some unspoken power in physical contact. My heart, which had been hammering out a broken, frantic beat, finally dropped to a mere pounding, and I managed to hold the scream in.
Kidnappers, for the record, were mentally unstable enough that if things went sideways they might simply dump me on a boat and be done with it — and the soundproofing pads covering the walls made it perfectly clear that no matter how long I screamed, no one was going to hear me...
I let out a deep breath to show I had calmed down. It didn't come easily.
Senior Inha took her hand away and looked down at me. For a moment I thought maybe we had both been kidnapped, and she had luckily gotten free and was trying to calm me — so I looked up at her. She gazed down and murmured,
"Haa. So good. Our Heeyeon."
Ah, fuck. There was unmistakable heat in that voice. At least she wasn't after my organs, so maybe that counted as good news.
"Um— Senior, Senior...?"
"Yes, junior. Ahat."
"What— what is this...?"
"..."
She didn't answer. She simply stayed straddling me, pressed her chest against mine, slipped her arms behind my back, and held me tight. Something hard pressed against me at the tips of her breasts.
"Ah, you're so cute. Heeyeon. Did I scare you?"
"N-no, that's not— that's not it, could you please just un— untie me first...?"
She stared at me again, hummed thoughtfully, then shook her head. That wouldn't be possible, she said softly.
"Haa. Heeyeon's scent. It's so warm. Almost like a baby? You smoke, so how do you still smell like this?"
She buried her nose against the side of my neck and drew in a long breath, and goosebumps rose all over my skin. I hunched my shoulders without meaning to and laughed awkwardly. Even I didn't know why I was laughing.
"Um— so..."
Whenever I opened my mouth, she turned her head so fast her hair swung, eyes locking onto mine.
"What is it? Are you uncomfortable somewhere?"
Of course I was uncomfortable. My wrists and ankles were each bound to a corner of the fold-out bed, and I wasn't wearing a scrap of clothing. The blanket covering me was the only mercy.
"Ah— th-that is..."
What was I supposed to say? Please save me? Please let me go? My mouth wouldn't open. Saying those words out loud would mean confirming that the person in front of me really had kidnapped me — and I was afraid she might suddenly turn and threaten my life.
"Is this boring? Want to watch something else?"
She got up from the chair, grabbed the remote, perched on the edge of the bed, and flipped through channels before starting to scroll the channel list.
"Ah— ahaha, th-that's not it, I just— I thought maybe I could use the bathroom..."
"...Aha."
At the words I'd forced out with a strained laugh, her movements stopped cold. Then she turned her head and looked at me. She tossed the remote somewhere on the bed and pivoted her whole body toward me, and without thinking I rattled the chains again.
Every time I remembered I was tied down, my heart lurched.
"The bathroom? Which kind? Big or small?"
"Ah— th-the small one..."
"Ehehe."
She laughed.
She sprang up, practically ran out of the room, and a moment later came rushing back in. In her hands was — well — a strange object. Something that looked like the kind of tool used for transferring oil.
She set it down on the bed beside my legs, sat down, and leaned over me again, draping herself across my body.
Her hand slipped under the blanket.
"...Senior...?"
Her hand stroked my thigh. Then it slid deeper between my legs. A small sound escaped my mouth.
"W-wait a second..."
Her hand climbed higher, fingertips tapping lightly against my sex. The only thing I could do was clamp my thighs together, so I locked her wrist between them — and she grinned at me, loose and delighted.
"Doesn't 'Senior' feel a little off now? It's not like we're still going to the company."
"...Huh...?"
"Well, I haven't quit yet, technically — but if I no-show for about a month they'll fire me on their own, so... mmm."
Even as she spoke, her fingertips kept moving between my thighs. I tensed them harder, trying to push her out, and her hand only pressed deeper — deep enough now that her whole palm could cover me.
"Nn— hah..."
"What a weird little sound. Fufu, whyy? Embarrassed?"
"Ah— th-that's— that's not—"
"Don't tell me you thought if you said you needed the bathroom, I'd untie you?"
"..."
"Relax your thighs for me?"
She said it to me while I still couldn't speak. I kept my thighs locked tight.
"Let the tension go. Hm?"
"Um— so— I mean, if we could just talk a little—"
I couldn't let go. It felt a bit like being made to lie face-down in front of a father holding a switch.
"Hmm... I wonder why. Have you never touched yourself, Heeyeon?"
"Uh— th-that's not exactly—"
"Then it's fine. Are you scared because it's the first time? Don't worry."
She rubbed her palm slowly against my sex and whispered into my ear.
"I already did everything while you were asleep, anyway."
"What...?"
Fufu. The breath against my ear raised goosebumps. It itched; I wanted to scratch it.
Her free hand came up over my chest. The hand that had seemed ready to ravage my breasts climbed higher instead and closed around my throat.
"...Se-Senior."
"Relax. Now."
"I'm— I'm scared..."
Hmm. The sound of a breath through her nose.
"Relax."
"Kh—"
A strange sound came out, something that never quite became a hiccup. The hand around my throat shifted, as if it could squeeze at any moment.
So I let go of the force I'd been holding hard somewhere in my knees. Only then did the hand leave my neck, pull the blanket down, grip my thighs, and spread them open.
"Good girl. Yes. Well done."
She stroked my pussy the way someone might stroke a head, then picked up the device. She brought the end of the hose to my entrance. Something like a suction cup sealed on, and I heard the soft sound of air being drawn out. It felt a little like cupping therapy.
In the short time I'd been tensing, sweat had started to break across my body; I could feel a dampness behind my knees.
"Mmm, this should do it? Yes — no, wait. Heeyeon. I've practiced, so... don't worry."
She spread her hand over my lower belly.
"Alright then. Go."
"...What? Um—"
"Hurryyy."
"Se-Senior. So, um, you know. What I was trying to say earlier — maybe, just maybe, could you untie me?"
"Mmm, no. Hurry."
"I— I won't report you, and— ah— I've always thought you were pretty, so if this is because you like me—"
"I'll give you three seconds."
I hadn't even needed to pee to begin with, so there was no chance of anything coming out in three seconds — and I couldn't possibly do something like that in front of someone else. My tongue started moving faster and faster.
"Three... two."
"Th-then— what if we dated? I like you too, Se-Senior, and I know a little about SM stuff, so—"
"One."
"Se-Senior...?"
"Really. We've got a long way to go. Sorry, Heeyeon."
She sighed at me as I kept talking, closed the hand that had been stroking my belly into a fist, and pressed down hard—
"Nngh...!"
It was a different kind of pain from simply having my stomach pressed, and my face twisted — and then her hand whipped up into the air.
And came down fast.
There was no heavy thud. Just a cute little smack.
"Augh...!"
A scream slipped out. Both arms jerked on instinct, and the chains clanked by my ears.
Smack—.
"Ah— uh...!"
Her arm rose into the air again, and I opened my mouth in a rush.
"I— I'll go..! W-wait—"
Slap. This time a deeper sound filled the room. No scream came out.
I hadn't needed to pee, but mercifully it started coming anyway. Relieving myself against my own will was a strange new experience.