Waking Up Bound: Veronica's "Treatment"
I woke up shivering from a chilling sensation that prickled my skin. The familiar ceiling, the familiar sheets, the familiar view. Everything my eyes took in screamed that I was lying in Master's hideout, but something felt off. For starters, I'd slept soundly, yet my whole body felt languid and heavy. Like I'd just finished an intense workout, showered, and collapsed into bed. The kind of exhaustion that made me want to drift right back to sleep.
Next, my lower half felt exposed. While my upper body was snugly covered by the blanket, everything below was bare, my skin gleaming white like the soft flesh of a peeled banana.
...What the hell is this?
I tried to gather the blanket to cover myself, but my body wouldn't budge, as if it were glued in place. Only then did I notice the taut fabric binding my wrists and ankles.
Right. I was tied to the bed. Somehow, whatever they'd used clung to me like adhesive, refusing to let go no matter how I tugged.
And amid it all, my waist trembled faintly. Then a sharp tingle shot through my lower abdomen. My thighs instinctively clenched, but with my ankles fixed, they just quivered in place, soft flesh jiggling helplessly.
That naturally brought back memories from before I fell asleep. Cecil grinning as she held up that lime-green condom bulging with thick, sloshing seed.
My burning face cooled in an instant. The absence of Cecil nearby meant...
...someone else had seen it. Whatever it was.
"Fuck."
The curse slipped out before I could stop it, and that's when the door creaked open. Blinding light flooded in, making me squint. The door clicked shut, followed by approaching footsteps.
The mattress dipped with a soft puuk, the bed frame creaking. A warm body heat pressed close.
"You're finally awake."
"...Veronica?"
"Yeah... it's me."
She murmured in reply, then set something warm down near my lower half. Heat bloomed against my chilled skin. Veronica rustled around silently for a moment.
...Did Veronica see my pathetic display?
The thought made it hard to speak first. As I hemmed and hawed, her warm hand began stroking my lower body.
"V-Veronica?"
"...I have no choice. Gotta do this."
With that, she pinched the swollen nub—swollen from the transmutation byproduct.
I hadn't seen it coming at all, so a pathetic whimper burst from my lips.
"Ahng! H-Hngh!"
Push! A splash of fluid erupted.
"...Still like this, huh."
"Wh-what the hell are you s-suddenly... doing..."
Veronica just stared at me with narrowed eyes, then pressed the switch again with a firm squish.
My hips bucked, but the bindings kept me from rising more than an inch. Drool trickled from the corner of my mouth.
"Th-that... s-stop..."
The forced pleasure made my head float and melt away. Why am I reacting so fast?
"Do you know why I'm doing this?"
"N-no idea..."
Apparently dissatisfied with that, she pinched it again. My whole body shuddered. My eyes grew wet, tears welling up.
Veronica wiped them gently with a cloth and spoke.
"...I'm trying to fix your... messed-up clit back to normal, so don't get the wrong idea."
"Th-then say that f-first... you idiot..."
After that, she mercifully left it alone, letting me pant and calm my trembling body. All the jumbled thoughts in my head scattered, leaving just one question.
"...So why the hell did you tie me up?"
"...Don't you know better than anyone?"
"No clue..."
Veronica let out an enigmatic sigh, then picked up a warm towel and gently cleaned my face, thighs, and the mess between my legs. Carefully avoiding the switch.
"You were sprawled out flat like a squashed frog on the bed—I still don't get why—but while you slept, you started writhing around... then you shook like you'd been struck by lightning?"
She saw everything.
Blood rushed to my face until it felt ready to burst. Hotter than a fever, glowing like an overheated bulb. From afar, it must've looked apple-red.
...I just want to explode like a busted bulb and die right now.
"So I checked, and... your clit was acting weird. Figured out the cause right away. I saw you take the pill, after all."
Whether out of consideration or disinterest, she didn't ask why I'd ended up like that. Or maybe she thought it was some accident...
But knowing what Cecil was holding... she couldn't be that oblivious. The seed inside that condom.
"Anyway. You were squirting just from the sheets brushing you... so I stripped you and tied you down. Had no choice."
"Yeah... I see... okay."
I nodded faintly like a broken doll, agreeing with her words. At this point, my mental state was probably crumbled like a box of cookies violently shaken to bits.
Veronica watched me for a moment, then sighed again.
Yeah... who'd blame her?
But... the look on her face as she stared at me was... oddly complex. Hard to read her emotions. Was my head too foggy? I... couldn't tell.
She let out a small chuckle, lips parting.
"There's this treatment you haven't tried yet... What if we give it a go, if you're okay with it?"
"What is it...?"
"Who knows... what could it be?"
She grinned mischievously, her face seeming a touch flushed in the dim light.
Would Veronica do something mean to me? Nah, probably not.
So I nodded.
"Sure... let's do it. Can't stay like this forever."
"Good."
A soft rustle of fabric against skin. Hard to pinpoint where it came from. But the mystery cleared up quick.
From under the hem of Veronica's flowing dress peeked her cute panties.
"...?"
I blinked at her, and her face turned beet red. She set the panties aside and slowly lifted her skirt.
My voice trembled in panic.
"Wh-what are you doing?!"
"...What else? Testing that untried treatment."
Pale, soft-looking thighs came into view. As the skirt rose... there was a silhouette that had no business being attached to Veronica.
A massive rod, veined and bulging. Bigger than the one I'd seen before.
"Wh-wh-what... why?!"
"...Stop staring like that? It's embarrassing for me too."
I reflexively looked away, and that's when I heard a familiar creeeak, like rubber stretching.
Tracing the sound, I spotted something all too familiar. A sheath like the one on Cecil's rod now covered Veronica's.
Huh? Why... that...?
"It's for treatment, so... contraception's smart, right? That thing the homunculus had looked perfect. So... I teamed up with Master Ariel and made one. Strictly for treatment. Nothing else."
Puuk. Her foot pressed into the mattress. My body jiggled with each movement.
I looked up at Veronica—or rather, at the angrily throbbing rod between her legs.
Unable to process the sudden turn, I froze. As she lowered herself, her dress fabric grazed my switch.
"Hngh!?"
Push! Drip drip...
"...Sorry. Guess I need to strip too."
Muttering that it was soaked anyway, she flung off her dress. Her toned abs and cute underwear came into view, red hair cascading down to veil them teasingly.
"... "
Veronica fell silent for a beat. Her flushed face screamed embarrassment. She sat on the bed, glancing at me sidelong with a sharp glare.
"...Not fair if only I strip."
"... "
Then she started unbuttoning the shirt covering my upper body, one by one.
"W-wait, this is treatment, right? We don't need to go this far..."
"Sh-shut up! It's unfair if you're the only one dressed!"
"No, that's not—"
As if to silence me, she pressed down hard on my lower switch. Lightning-fast pleasure jolted through me.
"Kyaa!?"
"...This is all your fault."
Mumbling something, she aimed her slick-sheathed rod at my slit. Holding my thighs carefully to avoid the switch, she positioned herself.
My climax-addled brain had forgotten all about resisting, melting into a puddle. Not that I could've with the bindings anyway.