The Detective Trapped by the Criminal Syndicate
“Hnn…! Mmmph!!”
I was writhing on the floor, my entire body bound. My hands were taped behind my back, and my ankles and thighs were secured so tightly I could barely move. A blindfold covered my eyes, and a gag filled my mouth, leaving me unable to see or speak.
I was completely kidnapped and restrained.
If this had been real, my mind would have gone blank with terror. But this was an event Haru had prepared.
“How dare you barge into our organization’s headquarters. You’ve got some nerve, Detective.”
Haru’s occasional lines, delivered in his criminal-organization persona, kept reminding me this was all staged. I’d been startled when he suddenly grabbed me, but the rush of excitement and pleasure quickly overtook everything.
This feels so real… It’s like I’ve actually been kidnapped…♥
Unable to resist with my body bound, I had no choice but to endure whatever Haru decided to do. The helplessness, the anxiety, and the growing anticipation from his words mixed together into a strange, intoxicating excitement.
“Normally we’d dispose of you and seal you in a drum, but the boss seems to have taken a liking to you.”
“Mmph! Mmmph!!”
“You should be grateful. If the boss hadn’t chosen you as his toy, you’d already have vanished without a trace.”
“Mmmph!!”
Honestly, when Haru first pounced on me, fear had outweighed any excitement about the roleplay. If this had turned into ordinary molester play, I probably would have felt more disgust and terror than arousal. But Haru had chosen the slightly unrealistic premise of being kidnapped by a criminal organization. The sudden ambush and binding made it easy to fully immerse myself in the scenario.
So the story is that I’ve been abducted by a crime syndicate and am being trained as a sex slave…? “Toy”… This is completely…♥
Unable to hold back the rising excitement, I thrashed against my bonds. Part of it was admiration for Haru’s buildup, but most of it came from the egg vibrator inside me. Every time it buzzed and tormented my pussy, I couldn’t help twisting my body in overwhelming pleasure.
“Hmm. Looks like the drug is starting to take effect.”
“Mmm…?”
“That special aphrodisiac we injected into you is our organization’s proprietary formula.”
“Mmmph?!”
“It turns any woman into a bitch in heat who can only think about cock.”
“Mmm…”
“In about an hour, you’ll be begging for it too.”
“Mmmph!!”
So that’s why he made me put the rotor in and wear the chastity belt?!
I’d wondered how he would handle the usual aphrodisiac trope in a crime-syndicate story. This was a clever way to do it. The egg vibrator even looked a bit like a pill, and once inserted it made me aroused—pretty accurate implementation, all things considered.
I can’t believe I put something this dangerous inside myself…!
Even though it was at Haru’s request, I had been the one to insert the rotor. I’d even locked the chastity belt myself. So the fact that my pussy was being tormented like this was entirely my own doing.
If this keeps up, I really might turn into nothing but a sex toy…♥
Truthfully, if Haru told me to suck his cock like a bitch right now, I’d happily do it. But I thrashed violently, putting on a show of resistance. In this kind of kidnapping-and-training story, the heroine was supposed to resist before finally breaking. Haru had clearly built the event around that kind of narrative, so I should play along. Besides, I liked that kind of story too. I planned to endure until the very end, take everything he dished out, and only surrender at the last moment.
“I’ll be back in an hour. Make sure you’re ready to serve as a toy by then.”
“Mmmph!!!”
“Oh, and you might as well give up on escaping.”
“Mmph…?”
“The locking mechanism is active. No matter how skilled a detective you are, you won’t be able to solve the puzzle and get out.”
Locking mechanism? Puzzle? What does he mean?
Wasn’t I just supposed to be trained? I’d never even considered escaping, so his words didn’t quite register. While I lay there puzzled, I felt his foot press down firmly on my body.
“Mmmph!!”
“Cute reaction.”
“Mmmph!!!”
“See you in an hour, then.”
Something clattered to the floor, and his foot lifted away. Being stepped on like a slave made the kidnapping feel disturbingly real, which was oddly satisfying. But “see you in an hour”? Was he really going to leave me tied up and abandoned for a whole hour?
“Mmph! Mmmph!!”
The thought of being left alone for an hour sent a wave of fear through me. I thrashed and tried to call out, but only muffled moans escaped. I hoped the noise would bring him back, but his footsteps only grew fainter. When the door closed, the reality that I had been completely abandoned sank in.
Even if this is just training play… leaving me like this for an hour is too much, isn’t it?
My hands were bound behind me, my legs taped so tightly the circulation was cut off. Instead of a soft chair or bed, I’d been dumped on the hard floor. The vibrator was set low enough that I couldn’t even reach orgasm. For a “neglect play” scenario Haru had prepared, it was unusually harsh. Of course, a real syndicate member wouldn’t show any kindness to a hostage, so maybe it was just accurate roleplay. But knowing how Haru always prioritized my comfort, I couldn’t help thinking there was another intention behind it.
“You won’t be able to solve the puzzle and escape”…? Why did he say “puzzle”?
People didn’t usually pair “escape” with “puzzle” unless they meant one specific thing.
Escape room.
Don’t tell me he wants me to do an escape room in here?
The moment the thought occurred to me, something touched my hand. It felt like scissors—when I pushed with my fingers, the blades parted slightly. Obviously a pair of scissors. Haru must have dropped them earlier.
No way…!
I grabbed the scissors and cut the tape binding my wrists. It was awkward with my hands still partially restricted, but I managed to free myself. Once my hands were loose, I removed the blindfold. A familiar room came into view.
This is…
After removing the gag and cutting the tape around my legs, I slowly looked around. This was the study Haru usually used. He must have redecorated; the usual scholarly atmosphere was gone, replaced by a dark, ominous mood. The fluorescent lights were off, the curtains were drawn, and the only illumination came from a desk lamp.
Drawn to the desk as if hypnotized, I saw the lamp shining on my phone and a single sheet of paper. I slipped the phone into my pocket and picked up the paper.
1. Do not damage any equipment.
2. Immerse yourself in the scenario as much as possible.
3. You may request a hint up to three times by texting the word “hint” to this phone. Each hint costs ten minutes.
4. Achieve the objective within one hour to win!
You are a renowned detective who infiltrated the home of a high-ranking member of an evil criminal organization in search of their secrets. Rumor has it that this syndicate has been kidnapping women and conducting horrific human experiments. You slipped into their headquarters, continued your investigation, and were about to escape with decisive evidence when someone attacked you from behind.
When you regained consciousness, you found yourself locked in an unfamiliar room. Your captor intends to train you as a sex slave and has already injected you with an aphrodisiac. Before he returns in one hour, you must escape this room, find the antidote, recover the evidence, and flee the house.
If you succeed, you will be the brilliant detective who exposed the syndicate’s secrets. If you fail… the rest is left to your imagination.
Good luck.
“So that’s the story…”
Holding the paper, I looked around the room. It really had been set up like an escape-room café. Suspicious padlocks and safes were scattered everywhere, and the door featured a makeshift but functional-looking locking mechanism. The desk clock was steadily counting down—probably showing the remaining time.
Fifty-six minutes and thirty-one seconds… The countdown must have started the moment Haru left the room.
“Don’t tell me cutting the tape was the first step?”
It was lucky I happened to grab the scissors while moving. I could have been left completely helpless for the full hour! Thinking this broke the rules, I reached for my phone to protest—only for the vibrator’s intensity to suddenly spike. The overwhelming pleasure made my legs give out and I collapsed to the floor.
“Hnn…! Haah…♥ It’s way too strong…! This is crazy…♥”
The stimulation was far more intense than I’d expected. I’d dismissed the egg vibrator as ordinary, but it was shockingly powerful. Afraid I’d come before I could even solve anything, I tried to remove it, but the chastity belt was locked tightly in place and wouldn’t budge.
“Haa♥ Tormenting me like this… hnn♥ and still expecting me to solve puzzles… heeuk♥ That’s too mean…!”
Just as the rotor threatened to push me over the edge, it abruptly stopped.
“Hnn… The vibrator stopped…?”
With the stimulation gone, I managed to stand on shaky legs. Checking the clock, I saw roughly fifty-four minutes remained. The vibrator had intensified right after the fifty-six-minute mark and lasted about a minute before stopping.
“Don’t tell me it gets stronger every few minutes?”
If the pattern started at fifty-six minutes, that meant the intensity increased for one minute every four minutes. Right on cue, at the fifty-four-minute mark the vibrator began buzzing again—at the lower setting I’d felt earlier. If my guess was correct, it would stay at this level for three minutes. When fifty-one minutes remained…
“Hnn…♥ It really does?!”
The vibrator suddenly surged again. I curled up, moaning as pleasure flooded my body. Just as I was about to climax, the vibration ceased as if on command. It wasn’t simply keeping me gently aroused—it was deliberately teasing me with a pattern.
“This really is an aphrodisiac…! Hnn…♥”
As the vibrator started again, I endured the pleasure and began searching the room. To remove the rotor tormenting my insides, I apparently needed to find the “antidote.” According to the story, it wasn’t in this room, so escaping had to come first. I started hunting for hints to solve the escape room.
