Chapter 2
At the unpleasant sensation of a dull, aching throb in my lower abdomen, I curled up like a shrimp. Tick, tick. The sound of the clock's second hand seemed to drift faintly through the room. It wasn't cold, but my body kept trembling, so I wrapped my arms around my shoulders.
"How long are you going to sleep, huh?"
My body flinched at the voice coming through the blanket. The air under the blanket suddenly felt suffocating, so I carefully pulled it down.
"Are you feeling okay? Does anything hurt besides your stomach?"
"Y-yeah, I'm okay..."
"You looked tired, so I didn't wake you. You slept for quite a while."
I didn't know how to deal with the woman in front of me. How to put it—it felt like waking up from amnesia and facing a stranger who claimed to be your girlfriend. The woman before me smiled until her eyes folded into crescent moons and gently stroked my thigh.
"I love this. It reminds me of when we first started dating. You were so awkward and cute back then. Heh, maybe I should've done this sooner? You're so pretty when you do as you're told."
As she spoke, Yu-bin's face grew redder and her breathing quickened. At the desire she displayed so clearly and blatantly, goosebumps rose all over my body. She'd been hiding this all along?
Dating abuse—no, stalking? Between a same-sex couple... would this count as aggravated rape? I ran through the charges I'd picked up here and there from the internet. I thought about how to explain everything to my attorney so I could ruin this crazy bitch for good and never have to see her again.
Looking up at Yu-bin as she pressed my arms down with her thighs and climbed on top of me, I thought, so this was the position she liked. Or maybe she'd gotten interested in BDSM play somehow and picked up some bizarre ideas. Then our eyes met. God, how had I never noticed? That look was so blatant.
"What are you thinking about?"
Thunk. A flick landed on my forehead. The woman in front of me was the same person who'd pounded her fist into my stomach like she was kneading meat yesterday. Remembering the pain in my abdomen made me swallow hard. The thought that I might be locked up like this forever suddenly sent goosebumps crawling up from my toes, as if my entire body were rejecting the idea.
I was still half asleep and not thinking clearly. Depending on how it turned out, you could call what I was about to do reckless or brave—but it was the kind of thing anyone being held captive had to try.
With all my strength, I slammed my head into Yu-bin's face. Pain rang through my skull and made me dizzy for a moment, but I snapped back to my senses, grabbed the doorknob, and yanked it open. The familiar layout of the house came into view. Just as I stepped through the doorway, one of my legs was suddenly snatched out from under me. I lost my balance, pitched forward, and slammed my chin into the floor.
"Ah, you fucking bitch..."
I tried to wrench my right ankle free, but it wouldn't budge at all, as if it were caught in a trap.
"Ah, ah, ah! S-someone help me, help me!"
"Shut up, okay? You fucking—ah, seriously..."
As she said that, she was pressing one hand against the blood gushing from her nose. Ah, I'm fucked. Fucked. Then she dragged me back into the room. Dragged by the ankle, I heard the sound of my skin scraping against the floor.
"...Hoo."
Contrary to my expectations, she didn't say much, but I could clearly feel her rage, and I worried I might provoke her further. I knelt on the floor with my body rigid. She didn't say a single word. She just tilted her head back to stop the nosebleed and stared at the floor. Was she looking at the bloodstains on the floor?
What should I do? Should I beg? I already felt the overwhelming physical difference. It felt a little unfair. Why was there such a gap even though we were the same gender? There was nothing in the room that could be used as a weapon. No—even if there were, I wasn't sure I could use it, but shouldn't I prepare something for the worst-case scenario? Anyway, while I was rolling my eyes around thinking—
She stood up and walked over to me. Then I felt my hair grabbed, and my head was yanked along. Every nerve in my body went taut from my scalp down, but I couldn't put up any resistance.
Dragged by the hair, I was taken to a door I'd never gone through before. With a clank, the door to what I'd thought was an unused storage room opened.
Peering down the stairs at a slight angle, the space below looked, at a glance, truly uninviting. But what could I do? I carefully followed her down, step by step.
I matched my steps to hers as we went down in silence. Afraid I'd miss a step and tumble down the stairs, I carefully placed one foot after the other even with my hair blocking my vision.
Clank. I heard the sound of metal scraping. My eyes hadn't adjusted to the dark yet, so I sat down and scooted backward. But that action was pointless—my wrists were immediately seized, and both arms were bound behind me with something like leather straps. This time I couldn't move at all.
"This is the punishment room. From now on, if you try to run away or fight back, this is where you'll end up."
Contrary to my expectation of a hard, cold cement floor, the sensation beneath me was soft, like a wool mat.
Click. At the sound, the room lit up, and my eyes needed a moment to adjust. Contrary to what I'd expected, the floor was covered in soft carpet. Furniture whose purpose I couldn't guess and a row of objects that looked straight out of BDSM porn made my heart sink.
When I saw her approaching, I panicked and started kicking. Then, just like before, she grabbed my hair—smack. Tears welled up at the stinging sensation on my face. And then smack, smack, smack, smack, smack—now a ringing sound filled my ears.
My head screamed at me to run, but I couldn't even imagine overpowering her and making it up those stairs.
"...Originally, I was going to start with something small because I was worried you'd be in pain."
In her hand dangled a dildo the size of my forearm and harness straps. Then she pressed a tube at the tip of the dildo, and a sticky liquid oozed out and dripped down.
"Still, it'd be pitiful for your first time to hurt, so I'll use lube. Get on all fours and spread your pussy."
"Ah..."
"Ah?"
Her face twisted as she echoed me. I flinched and, driven by pure survival instinct, pressed my face to the floor and raised my hips. I squeezed my eyes shut in fear. Then—thrust. Something slammed from inside my pussy all the way up against my cervix, and my breath caught.
"Ahh, ahh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurrrts."
"Relax your pussy. Huh—ah, your hymen just tore. Pfft."
Squelch. A finger wedged into my already stuffed pussy. I resented my body for not passing out despite the pain. My raised ass just trembled as I felt the dildo scrape my inner walls on the way out—then slam back in. Pleasure suddenly surged to the limit, and drool spilled from my mouth.
"There, your virgin pussy's officially been broken in~ Now it's secondhand, huh?"
At the humiliating words, tears burst out in an instant—along with rage and resentment. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'll kill you.
"Take it out—f-fuck, take it out!"
"Pfft, saying that with a dildo stuffed deep in your pussy just turns me on, you know?"
Yu-bin smirked.
Had it been about two hours since we'd gone down to the basement?
*
I stood up, lifted Do-ha, trapped her spread legs with my arms, and hoisted her up, letting out a small sound of surprise. It was a vulgar position straight out of hardcore Western porn.
"So you really can fuck someone while holding them up. Is it because Do-ha's so small?"
As I said that, I drove into her again and again. Thud, thud, thud, thud. The sound of the dildo striking her vaginal walls filled the room. Do-ha's pupils were already unfocused, her face smeared with tears and snot, her tongue sticking out as she made a stupid "hehh~" face.
Now Do-ha made no sound except moans. I could see her adjusting her position to reduce the pain somehow, but I ignored it and played with her to my heart's content.
Each time I thrust, she screamed and convulsed. After who knew how many hours, I was straddling Do-ha's prone back and pounding her hard enough to sweat when she wet herself in a little trickle, convulsing, so I rubbed her pussy briskly.
With the strap-on dildo still buried in her pussy, Do-ha panted for breath. She stared at me with tears streaming down her face like a fawn begging a hunter for its life, but what was I supposed to do if she wouldn't say anything?
When I slowly started moving my hips again, Do-ha's mouth fell open. Her body swayed limply with every movement. Then, suddenly, she went slack like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
It fascinated me that her body still trembled even while I kept thrusting into her unconscious body, so I looked at her face. Foam bubbled at her mouth and a bubble formed under her nose; she looked so cute and pitiful. When I pulled the strap-on dildo out of her pussy, it came free with a pop. Her legs kept trembling even after I carried her to the bed and laid her down, so I punched her in the stomach. She leaked a little urine and finally stopped.