Kidnapping
"The door's a bit unusual, huh...?"
So-hyun said that as she eyed the door to my house. Well, yeah, it was unusual—the crime prevention hook was on the outside.
"I told you, right? There are two more women here."
"Oh..."
So-hyun seemed to finally grasp the meaning more intuitively. She glanced at me with a hint of fear in her eyes, then steeled herself and stepped forward. Either way, it was definitely safer inside than out there. I could sense she still had some trust left in me.
"Shall we go in?"
"...Yeah!"
I opened the door first and stepped inside, and So-hyun followed right behind. Beep-beep. The door clicked shut with a heavy thud. And just like that, So-hyun was in my house. No turning back now—she couldn't hide anything anymore.
"So-hyun?"
"Y-Yes?!"
Her response was laced with tension.
"Relax."
"O-Okay..."
If anything, she shrank back even more, looking more tense than before.
"I said there were two more women in this house, right?"
"Yeah..."
"How do you think I brought them here?"
"Um... kidnapped them...?"
"Smart girl."
I patted her head for getting it right, and her neck shrank right in.
"You think I brought you here to hurt you?"
"No...!"
She answered loudly, as if she truly believed I wouldn't. Whether she really thought that or just wished it were true... either way, she was right.
"This might sound weird, but... you kinda feel like a little sister to me."
"You have a sister?"
"Nah. That's why it's weird."
"Oh... yeah, I guess...?"
She looked a bit puzzled but didn't argue. No matter how many times I told her to relax, she'd probably stay on edge in this situation. Leave her alone for a few days, feed her good food, and she'll naturally figure out her place. Hell, she's pretty lucky, isn't she? While everyone else is becoming zombie chow, she gets to eat, sleep, and play in this house. High school senior—prime time for study stress—and she doesn't even have to study. If it were me, I'd be screaming with joy.
"First off, let me introduce you to the people in the house."
"Okay..."
"The woman in the left room is Im Na-young."
"Im Na-young..."
So-hyun repeated the name like she was committing it to memory, but it was pretty pointless.
"She's a second-year uni student, so probably 21. But no need to treat her like an older sister or anything."
"...Got it."
I flung the door open, and a piercing shriek erupted—like a demon had possessed the place. Kyaaaah!!! The scream grew even more frantic with every step I took.
Somehow her throat hadn't burst yet from all that screaming.
"Gaaahhh...! Get away!! Go!! Get the fuck out!!!!!!!!"
Every time I approached, she threw a fun little tantrum, but once I started stroking her leg, the screams turned into desperate pleas for mercy.
"Hiiik...!!! P-Please... spare me... please... mercy... just let me live..."
"Na-young's awake now? Sleep well?"
"Hik...!!! Hiiik...!!!"
I spoke gently, but she just freaked out more and couldn't respond. We're gonna be together for life now, bodies pressed close. I'd prefer to keep it gentle without violence... but it's only the first day. Too early to be disappointed.
"This is Na-young. Say hi."
"H-Hi...?"
So-hyun greeted her politely at my cue, and Na-young immediately started begging her for her life.
"Save me!!! Please...! Please... just spare me, okay?!"
"...Sorry."
So-hyun didn't let me down. She bowed her head apologetically and turned away.
"We'll come back later~ Rest up."
"Huuu... why... why...!"
The heartbroken sobs faded as I shut the door. Soundproofing was top-notch. No way it'd keep anyone up.
So-hyun kept following close behind me. I'd half-expected her to beg for help or try to bolt, but...
"This is Shin A-ram's room—A-ram. Big-boobed sister."
"Shin A-ram..."
"She's a bit feisty, so be careful."
"Okay..."
"A-ram~~?"
I'd braced for a barrage of curses the second I opened the door, but A-ram was lying there just as I'd left her—massive tits out, bound tight. Looked like she was asleep. Considering how she'd been after the wine, I doubted she was really out.
"You're awake, aren't you?"
I poked her tits a few times with my fingertips to check—no reaction.
"Seriously asleep?"
With her hands and feet taped up, any resistance would just be cute anyway. More troubling was the piss stench filling the room. She'd pissed herself silly in the car—such a hassle for a grown woman. Guess I'd have to wash her...
"Let's leave A-ram for now and check out my room first?"
"Okay..."
I left the maybe-sleeping/maybe-faking A-ram behind and headed to my room. It was the small one off the kitchen to the right of the living room. I'd made it the tiniest since I figured I wouldn't sleep there much. Now that So-hyun was here, it'd be her room. No big deal—I'd planned to crash in the other women's rooms anyway. Might have to sleep in the living room if things got noisy at first.
"This was my room. Now that you're here, it's yours, So-hyun."
"M-My... room is here?"
"Yep."
"Um... Oppa?"
"Yeah?"
"I can be really good and listen... can't you not tie me up?"
"I'll really listen! I won't even think about running... can't report you anyway, and I'll do anything you say!!!"
"For real! If you told me to strip right now, I would...!"
To prove it, So-hyun yanked her pants right down. Her pure white panties flashed in front of me. Cute underwear. That was about it.
"I told you, you feel like my little sister... put your clothes back on."
"...Huh?"
"Seriously. I have no plans to do anything to you."
"...For real?"
"Yeah. For real."
"Real real?"
"Yeah... real real."
Thankfully, she didn't ask a third time. So-hyun pulled her pants back up. A kid who'd thrown on gym clothes to flee zombies wasn't gonna turn me on by suddenly dropping trou. She's just a kid.
With her pants back on, So-hyun stood there blushing, embarrassed. She knew she'd jumped the gun.
"Step aside for a sec."
She shuffled out of the way hesitantly, revealing the dresser behind her. It was stocked with all sorts of adult toys and restraints, neatly sorted by type.
"Gasp...!"
So-hyun let out a startled noise when she saw it. Surprised even after I said no tying up? Maybe she was into this stuff.
"Anything catch your eye?"
"N-No!!!"
She shook her head furiously, but I still had my doubts. She'd posted on Twitter, and those tags screamed "alt account for the naughty stuff."
"...Just put it back if you use it."
"I won't use it...!"
I grabbed a collar, scissors, and handcuffs while she yelled. Left her to rest.
"Rest up."
"Okay..."
She must've been exhausted from the early morning. I gave her the room and headed to wash A-ram.
A-ram still looked peacefully asleep. As I knelt to collar her, getting close to her face...
"Woof woof..."
Yup. What a fun girl.
The chain on her chest straps pulled taut as she strained.
"Fuck!!!"
She thrashed hard, but it was futile. She couldn't even get close to my neck, let alone bite. Pissed off, she spat curses.
"Keep that up and you'll just suffer more."
"...The fuck you say."
"Not a fan of the swearing."
"Fuck."
"......"
"Hmph..."
"Hey, say that again?"
A-ram froze stiff, no more curses. Ah, gotta loosen the collar for her to talk.
"Guhk... guhk...!!"
"Oh, sorry sorry—forgot I was choking you."
"Now, curse again."
"……."
"I said curse."
"If you can't even when I set it up, quit the bullshit?"
"……."
"Answer me."
"Yes..."
Finally, A-ram responded obediently. Communication works wonders. People really do need to talk.
Without resistance, collaring and cuffing her hands was quick. I tugged the leash a few times, and she stood to follow.
"Wh-where... are we... going?"
"To wash up."
I led her by the leash, and she followed meekly all the way to the bathroom. No words exchanged.
"Take off your pants."
She struggled with her bound hands to peel off her tight jeans. Hips so wide they fought back. Once she yanked them down past her ass, her piss-stained yellow panties came into view.
"Panties too, obviously."
She bit her lip hard, then slowly slid them off. She'd figured out resistance was pointless.
"Good girl."
Next, her white tee. I snipped it off easily with the scissors. Finally, those overwhelming H-cup tits burst free. Pure perfection—tits that actually needed a bra to hold them up. Not like those pasties people call nipple covers. With beauties like this in front of me, I couldn't help but hum a tune.
"Looking good~~~"
One snip between her bra cups—boing. They spilled out. Bra must've been too small.
I turned on the shower, tested the temp, and started from her feet, working up slowly. Checking the water for her? Pretty gentlemanly for a kidnapper, right? That's why she's listening so well.
"Wash thoroughly—no piss smell."
She hesitated timidly but followed my orders, scrubbing her body carefully. Not a bad start.