The Bath
The door to the room where I'd been confined had no lock on it whatsoever. That was why, every time Senior left, I would stare at that door and think about running.
And now Senior herself opened it and led me out. Beyond the threshold I'd longed for so desperately lay a straight hallway. At the far end, a banister marked the stairs going down. Maybe I was on the second floor of some house.
There wasn't a single window along the corridor—only doors lining both walls. At the end, where the banister stood, sunlight did filter in through a window hidden behind the wall, but Senior didn't seem the type to casually let me look outside.
So there we were in the hallway: one tall woman in comfortable clothes, and one naked woman shuffling along behind her.
We hadn't even made it halfway down the corridor before Senior opened a door and pulled me inside. The moment we stepped into the bathroom a faint chill brushed my skin. Senior flipped on the light, followed me in, and shut the door behind us.
My heart hammered like I was the protagonist of a thriller. Just the thought of whether I should try to escape or not had every muscle in my body wound tight…
"Heeyeon."
"Euk…! Y-yes…?"
Just hearing her call my name made me jump and overreact, but Senior continued as if she hadn't noticed.
"Do you usually take baths? You don't have a tub at home, right?"
"Ah, yes… I-I don't…"
I wondered how she knew I didn't have a bathtub, then realized that with the homeowner unable to protect her own house, finding out would have been easy enough if she wanted to.
"Mm. Want a bath?"
Senior asked, leaving me behind as she casually turned the faucet on and off, swishing her hand through the water to find the right temperature.
"I-it doesn't… really matter…"
Hearing that, Senior cranked the water on full and plugged the drain. Then she turned and flicked her fingers toward me, sending droplets flying.
"…Euk."
"Ahaha, sorry. Come here. I'll wash you."
I squeezed my eyes shut against the water that had splashed my face, and Senior giggled as she beckoned me over.
"U-um, I-I can wash myself…"
"Nope. Come here. Hurry."
I tried to cover myself and refuse, but Senior kept holding out her hand. Then she simply walked over, slipped behind me, wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and slowly walked me forward. The bathroom tiles were cold under bare feet.
"Want some slippers?"
"Ah, I'm fine…"
"Okay. Sit here."
Whoosh. Water continued to fill the tub.
It looked like a piece of a public bathhouse had been cut out and dropped here: a low bath stool in front of a mirror that showed my entire seated body.
I'd never washed with anyone in my life—I'd barely even been to a bathhouse—so my face grew hotter by the second. My first time being with a kidnapper… the thought made me a little gloomy.
The moment I sat on the stool I heard the soft rustle of clothes being removed behind me, so I kept my eyes fixed on the floor. I was afraid she'd punish me if I looked at her body without permission. Fully naked now, Senior picked up the showerhead, turned on the water, and tested the temperature against her own hand several times.
In the mirror, one side of my face was still a little swollen, and the hair that reached my shoulders was starting to look greasy.
"Heeyeon. How's the temperature?"
Senior's voice. She slowly sprayed water over my toes; it felt fine, so I said so, and the stream began climbing my legs, soaking me.
"S-Senior, I can just do it myse—"
"I'm going to rinse you, okay?"
Before I could finish, water cascaded over my head. I squeezed my eyes shut and sputtered; every time I opened my mouth to breathe, water poured in and made it hard to get air.
"Ahat, so cute."
Senior said. I lifted a hand to wipe my eyes, then flinched, half-expecting the clink of handcuffs. Realizing my wrists were free, I rubbed at my eyes with both hands.
Then my right wrist stung. Looking down, I saw the skin near the protruding bone was lightly scraped. When I covered it with my other hand, Senior took the injured wrist and brought it right up to her face.
"What's this? What happened?"
"I-I don't really…"
The wound was tiny—so small that if I hadn't washed for another couple of days I might never have noticed it. Probably from the handcuffs.
"From the cuffs? Does it hurt?"
"A little… it stings a bit…"
"Hmm. I see."
Despite the concerned look, Senior snorted softly. A faint smile on her lips, she aimed the showerhead at my wrist.
"Euk…!"
"Hoo, does it hurt?"
"I-it stings…!"
Even so she didn't move the showerhead. The stream hitting the raw skin burned enough that I tried to yank my wrist free, but it didn't budge an inch inside her grip. Realizing how strong she was sent a sudden rush of fear through me.
At this rate, I wouldn't even be able to run properly. The thought scared me so much the pain almost vanished, and I hunched my shoulders a little.
"Ahaha, sorry. Let's soap you up."
After watching my crumpled expression for a long moment, Senior offered a short apology and moved the showerhead away. Even something as simple as squeezing body wash onto a shower towel felt anything but relaxing when someone else did it for me; a sigh slipped out on its own.
The soft towel in her hand wandered over my body, then drifted lower. The hand that reached my ass moved in a way that was distinctly impure.
"Hooo… euk…!"
"Hmm, getting hot, Heeyeon? Want me to turn on a little cold water?"
"Se-Senior…!"
"…Fufu, what's wrong?"
Inside the tub, nestled against Senior as if in her arms, the showerhead attached to the faucet was wedged between my legs. The spray hit my pussy; every time one of the streams caught that sensitive spot I twitched, until she simply pressed the head right against it. I grabbed her wrist on instinct, but of course it didn't move at all.
Her breasts pressed soft and full against my back. I wasn't sure "soft" was the right word for a person, but that was how it felt.
"Th-this… p-please take it off…!"
"Hm? Why? Can't you just move it yourself?"
"Ah, euk, that's…!"
"Or you can just get up. If you want the bath to be over?"
"H-huu, euk…!"
Orgasm was climbing higher. The moment I thought I was about to come I flailed a hand backward, trying to grab her chin or cheek or shoulder—anything—but I couldn't reach.
"W-wait a second…!"
Then my body jerked; the water in the tub sloshed. Senior's free hand began fondling my breast. A deep, vibrating ache bloomed low in my belly.
"I-I'm… d-dizzy…"
At some point my legs had stretched out straight without me noticing.
"It's okay."
Senior lowered her head. Her mouth brushed the nape of my neck and goosebumps raced over my skin. Her half-open lips parted; her tongue slid out and licked the side of my neck.
"A little salty."
The words alone made my body seize again through some unknown mechanism. Ah—my toes curled hard.
"Se-Senior, aah…!"
Coming twice in a row was a first. Every muscle locked; the climax refused to end, leaving my body burning just as hot as before. My heart pounded so hard I could barely breathe; each exhale made my throat tremble.
"Ahat, Senior, Sen. You came twice, huh?"
Ah, I said it wrong again.
"A-ah…! Th-this, first, p-please take it off…!"
"Then you'll take the punishment?"
"…"
The words that had been rising died in my throat. I wanted to say yes, but the pain that would follow terrified me.
"W-what… h-hu… what kind of… p-punishment…?"
So I asked. At least I wanted to know what it would be. That damn word "Senior" just wouldn't leave my mouth. Maybe because I still thought of her as Senior in my head. Did I have to change even my thoughts if I wanted to avoid punishment?
"Hmm, let's see. What would be good…"
Her voice brushed my ear; every time she spoke, a little puff of air touched me and my head tilted that way without thinking.
"Ah."
Something seemed to occur to her. She made a short sound, then rolled my nipple between thumb and forefinger as she asked,
"Want to choose, Heeyeon? Option one and option two. First, number one."
Before I could say anything her hand left my chest and went to my head—then shoved me straight down toward the water.
"…!"
It was so sudden I swallowed a mouthful of water before I could even clamp my lips shut. Water sloshed around my ears.
My body tried to surface on instinct, but Senior locked one arm around me and kept my head under. My eyes flew open, then squeezed shut again the instant I realized I was underwater.
In the brief glimpse I caught, there were four legs: two resting calmly, two thrashing wildly. I tapped her forearm in surrender, but she showed no sign of letting me up.
Panic crept closer. The basic will to live made me thrash with my whole body.
Then breathing grew harder and harder. The need for air overpowered the rational knowledge that I was underwater; my struggles gradually weakened—until a fist suddenly yanked me up by the hair.
"…Huuuk…!"
I'd held my breath so long that drawing air in hurt. Without a word I just gasped.
"Huuu…! Khuk! Kehek…! Hwaa…!"
"That was option one. How was it?"
"Hwaak, haa. I-I'm sorry…!"
Even while apologizing I kept gulping for the air I still lacked.
"Ahaha, and… hmm, number two."
There wasn't even time to catch my breath. Wondering what it would be this time, I pushed against the bottom of the tub with my legs, but getting out was impossible—
"Don't move. Or you'll really get it."
"…"
Before I could answer, Senior slapped my thigh with her open palm. Underwater it barely hurt, but when I glanced back at her she seemed to be waiting for me to pick the better option. I made a "2" with my fingers and held it up for her to see.
Senior said, "Yeah, that's fine," and stroked my hair. When my bangs started to bother me she smoothed them into place for me.