Chapter 16
I couldn't tell if I'd blacked out. Not being able to move my body at all except for my head was a stress beyond imagination, physically and mentally.
I didn't know if my eyes were open or closed, but soon a bright light flooded my vision.
"Oo!! Oobp..!!"
"Pfft... Still alive?"
One side of my vision was all hazy, so I rolled the other eye, which wasn't much different right now, to find the direction of the sound.
"P-please save me... please..."
"Hmph. No."
She tilted her head, then used her hand to block what little vision I had left.
"I-I-I won't, masturbate anymooore!!!"
Sluurp- squelch squelch squelch thwack thwack thwack!!!
The dildo scraped my inner walls as it pulled out, then immediately crushed my lower belly again, as if consideration didn't exist.
"Ghk! Ugh, aaaagh!! Agh!!"
"Maybe I should put down a puppy pad or something."
"P-please, please, pleeease.."
I could barely swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth. Even when I begged, no answer came, and I trembled with helplessness and maddening rage.
"F-fuck... untie... untie meee..."
The camera shutter sound paused for a moment.
"..Hmm. What was that?"
"Untie me... untie me... p-please..."
"No, not that. What you said before."
"Hic, I-I don't know, I'm thirsty"
"Not yet, then."
"P-please stop, ma'am... okay? Please?"
"Ugh. I'm just gonna sleep more."
It felt like being tormented with false hope. Apparently I still had some of that pathetic, worthless, invisible pride left that I thought I'd already thrown away completely.
Inside my head, I was screaming for help. From the neck down, I couldn't move my body the way I wanted, even though it was clearly mine.
I chewed on my tongue. A fishy metallic scent rose. A scent, not a taste. At the same time, the pain stabbing my brain like needles flared up and then subsided as if bursting out.
"Ah, fuck, what are you doing?"
I felt a sensation of my face being grabbed. For some reason, something like happiness hormones gushed out, and only a stupid, silly grin leaked out.
"Pffhehe.. heh"
"..Already gone crazy?"
Something like a ball was shoved into my mouth. It was hollow inside, made so I could breathe through my mouth even without breathing through my nose, and there was no longer any sensation of my tongue touching my teeth.
My body still wouldn't move. Maybe because I'd been in the same position for too long, I could no longer feel any sensation in my arms and legs. Even when I shook my head around and slammed it, all I felt was something soft and squishy, which only added to my helplessness.
I was hungry and thirsty. There were plenty of other things making me uncomfortable, but the sensation stabbing up from my lower belly paralyzed my thoughts.
Trying to think normally in this state was painful in itself.
My brain felt like it was being crushed. I swallowed, missing the bitter, fishy metallic taste I'd felt on my tongue earlier—no, missing that sensation.
Were my nerve cells dying one by one? Or was my body struggling to survive?
Like an idiot, I just sat with my mouth hanging open, empty-headed, unable to do anything, only twitching in response to the vibration I felt in my pussy. Stupidly drooling.
Clatter clatter. From the kitchen, a little way from the living room, came the sound of utensils scraping. I was thirsty. Insanely thirsty. Was I really going to die? What was certain was that this was more painful than dying.
"Mmmph—"
"Why are you whining so much, Do-ha?"
I felt something cool touch my cheek.
"Want some cereal? Oh, you can't eat. Heh heh."
"Mmph—mmph, mm."
"..This is getting boring."
At the feeling of my clitoris being gripped hard, my bound legs flailed in the air.
"Hmm, ah-ha. You react so well when I touch you here."
The more I pulled my hips back, the more persistently her hand followed, until there was nowhere left to retreat and I slumped back down.
"Should I pierce it?"
"M-mmph?! Mmph?!!! Mmph?!"
She said something so chilling it made my spine go cold, as if it were nothing. It didn't sound like she was teasing to get a reaction or trying to scare me—it really, really, really sounded like she would actually do it.
Trickle-
The backs of my knees went numb. My body temperature dropped slightly as warm liquid discharged from my urethra, wetting my thighs and buttocks.
"Ahahaha!! Fuck, you're seriously so cute."
Saying that, she suddenly hugged my shoulders and stomach. Anyway, it was fucking awful and painful and humiliating, and I wanted to bite my tongue and die. I was already being treated as less than human—no, less than livestock—so even if I were reborn, I couldn't imagine being treated like this.
I'd rather be hit. My arms and legs tingled as if they were paralyzed, and I felt like I was going insane. My nose wasn't blocked, yet it felt as though someone kept pressing down hard somewhere between my ribs and stomach, like they were performing CPR.
Like when I'd fallen into a swimming pool not long ago, been tortured, barely gotten out, and vomited water.
"Ghk—ghk."
"Oh? Something wrong?"
Despite the concern in her words, her voice sounded indifferent. Then the blindfold came off, and through the window I saw the sky already turning dusky. Had an entire day passed?
"I'm going to watch a movie. Wanna pick?"
"Mmph. Mmph—"
"Fine, never mind if you don't want to."
How could I put it? She was like a psychopath playing both parts in a one-woman show. Or a lunatic stranded on a desert island who kept talking to a coconut.
The straps squeezing both cheeks were so suffocating I felt like I'd go insane. Slowly. And very surely, I was losing my mind. I had to beg her to stop, so I somehow made space between the ball gagging my tongue and produced a sound.
"Mmph, mmph... m-ma..."
"Hmm, yeah?"
"Mmph... ngh... ngh..."
"Haha, what are you saying? Huh?"
My body trembled and shook. Did she really need to go this far? All I'd done was masturbate a little. In a way, wasn't this all intentional to create this situation?
My thoughts went round and round until they finally reached self-destruction. Maybe there was a chainsaw tearing into my lower belly. Or maybe I couldn't feel anything at all.
I tried to meet her eyes while she focused on the screen and fondled my chest one-handed like I was a sex doll, but whether deliberately or not, she wouldn't look at me.
"Mmph... m-ma..."
"Ah shit. Shut up."
The object that struck my forehead was the remote. I heard her irritable voice as she pushed at my waist with the tip of her foot. Was she angry because I'd interrupted the movie?
"Ngh... mmph."
"Shut the fuck up before I kill you."
I stopped cold. If I took one more breath, it felt as if a scream and sobs would burst out of me, so I braced my solar plexus with all my strength and held on.
I stayed curled up with my head against the floor, but she didn't care. Maybe that was a good thing. With my sobs buried beneath the sound of the TV, I could let them out little by little.
How much time passed? In my fading consciousness, I felt the dildo inside my pussy being pulled out. At the same time, hot liquid gushed out.
"Oh.. fuck."
I heard her mutter under her breath. Ding. The phone made the sound of a video recording, but I couldn't care about that now; my brain was barely functioning.
When I could finally collapse into her arms, I was grateful that her soft, clean body didn't push my sticky one away.
"I'm kinda tired. Should we sleep on the couch..? Hmm? What do you want to do, Do-ha. Oh, right. Hold on?"
With the ball removed from my mouth, I inhaled and exhaled deeply. My head filled with sweet liberation.
She held water to my lips and let me drink, and I gulped it down desperately. My thirst faded faster than I'd expected. As my mind gradually cleared and I looked at her face, for some reason I felt as if I might burst into tears.
"Hmm~ Why?"
"Hic... m-ma'am..."
"Aw, that was hard on you, wasn't it, Do-ha?"
"I-I was wrong..."
"Right? You didn't listen to me and kept getting uppity."
Her hand patting my back was so gentle that I buried my face deep in her chest.
I couldn't calm down, and I must have been heavy. But except for being tall, she had a slender build—where did that strength come from? She lifted me with both hands and carefully walked up to the second floor.
The bed felt unbelievably soft and comfortable after what seemed like forever. I rubbed myself against the cool blanket, savoring its texture, then stretched out and slipped into the space she made for me.
She lifted my bare arms, and goosebumps rose over my skin at the feeling of her licking my armpits and stomach. It was embarrassing, but she seemed to enjoy my reaction even more.
"I-I sweated a lot, I'm dirty"
"You're not dirty."
"I-I want to wash up..."
"I'm washing you right now. Hmph."
"!!!"
"Kidding. Pfft, let's wash when we get up."
Anyone watching might have thought she was licking a sweet piece of candy. I could feel every movement of her tongue as it rolled and lapped over my skin, and the sensation was strange.
Smack smack. This time she kissed from bottom to top, then turned around and lay down beside me on the bed.
Maybe it was the accumulated orgasms—no, the exhaustion. I fought the drowsiness already washing over me as she covered my body in kisses, and my mind quickly grew hazy.
Either way, her arms were so warm and comfortable that before I even realized it, I fell into a deep sleep as if I'd passed out.