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She should wake up to a soundless darkness. A darkness where she could only mewl, struggling against unflinching bonds, exposed with her skirt slightly lifted displaying her sensuous and girlish pink undergarments. The one day she tried to wear something different from plain this had to happen. No matter how hard she would toss and turn, nothing would give...except maybe her, if she decided to give up.

She was bound on the floor, perhaps wooden the way some splinters dug onto her uniform. Arms behind her back, tied with a round of rope, perfectly cinched it presented no chance for escape. Ankles bound, a round rubber ball filled her mouth perfectly, fitting right behind her teeth as a leather blindfold kept her in the dark. The key was that if many of her senses were taken away, all else would be extra sensitive...perhaps now she could sense that someone was near by.

There was a soft moan and a slight panting. Little did she know, the figure that took her away masturbated at the sight of the helpless and bound girl. Now that the boy managed to restrain himself, his footsteps sounded and in what felt like an eternity, a hand turned her from leaning on her right side towards her back, where her modest breasts were fully seen and a hand rudely reached out and began to massage her right breast. "That's right...wake up...I didn't know you found this all arousing and exciting..."

That's right...this was a kidnapping. And with her rape almost certain, now was not the time to show that her body was finding this pleasurable, with her nipple perking against the cloth...
 
Quietly Shirakawa Nanaka moaned underneath his grip. She didn't remember how she got here. She did remember something, vaguely, about being tied up. She couldn't move. She struggled, pulled against the ropes until they cut into her hands a little, even started to hyperventilate until she heard someone else moan earlier. That stopped that. It made her go quiet.

Now? Not so much.

She felt her nipple growing harder against her playfully pink bra, his touch was too much. She bites down on the ball gag a little, trying to restrain herself from moaning but feeling a little one escape through the ball gag anyway. Why was she enjoying this? This was wrong!... Yet, so right, too. She couldn't even ask who her captor was. Nor could she see him.

...Was she to be raped now, when this was the one day she wore such playful clothing!?... Would she even survive to tell the tale?
 
Makoto really hated himself for doing this. Nanaka was a girl he so admired...wistful hours gone by as he would look her way, quick to avert his gaze when her eyes turned to face him. Like an angel from afar, he felt himself to be...unworthy of her presence. She was always surrounded by other people and she was popular. He, on the other hand, was that bookish young lad who fantasized about ropes and various kinky scenarios. And the star of such fantasies? None other than miss Popular herself. It tore him in half, even as he panted and cleaned away the ejaculate. How shameless of him, to masturbate at the sight of the bound Nanaka struggling fruitlessly against the ropes he had set. The chemical worked so quickly, though he began to doubt whether or not it had been right to kidnap her like this, now bound standing onto his dorm's floor.

Here, no one can hear her scream. Only he can and in this world, for the moment, only he and her were here. His hands continued to play with her modest breast, the same part of her body that often distracted him, now fully exposed for him. He had this wierd fetish where he preferred stripping her slowly and slowly, enjoying the look of her undergarments upon her distressed, mewling body. "What's underneath here...Oooh. Did you wear these hoping someone would see them?" teased the voice, hand softly brushing aside the hem of her skirt as the hand continued to stroke and gentle rub against her private bits.

There he was, fondling Nanaka's very privates, all alone in her bondage! Feeling his hardness return, it felt like he was ready for yet another go. His hands, uncharacteristically roughly forced her up, forcing her to kneel and sit onto her ankles, pushing her lower body down as she was forced to the awkward position right after the ropes binding her ankles were cut off leaving her tender parts easily accessible. Given how she was bound, it would be hard rising up, especially with a hand softly stroking her breasts as the other pushed aside the cloth of her lingerie and began to thrust in and out. "Are you enjoying this, Nanaka?" he asked, smirking as he slowly removed her blindfold to show the flustered, yet menacingly happy Makoto abusing her tender, innocent body...
 
Makota?! Her eyes open widely, her cheeks flushed a deep red as she felt his fingers navigate and caress her soft, sensitive form. She tries to reply, but a moan leaves her lips instead. The rope burns against her skin as she continued to struggle against it, continued trying to get free, yet there was no use for it, was there? "Sto... Ha... Ahhh...." She tries to tell him to stop, but instead, a high pitched moan left her lips as her body moved with his hands, without her wanting it to.

Her body screamed yes, her mind screamed no.
 
"Stop? But your body is practically begging me to continue, Nanaka!" yes, that cheesy little retort. He had read one too many bondage fiction stories to know just when to say that. He stood up, his figure easily dwarfing her own bound and helpless figure. Just what should he do to her? Tie her up and hang her by her breasts until they turn to a purplish color? Leave her in a suspension and never return? Or perhaps bury her in tight bondage while leaving only a straw connected to her mouth as a source for air? All such sick, often...dark fantasies all came to light, as if he truly did want to abuse and simply leave her there to suffer. Yes, even those dark desires reflected in his eyes.

There was once a time when the shy Makoto often waved at her and moved on. He was very handsome yes, but he was just so timid that he pretty much avoided her. In no way would anyone see that he was a depraved kidnapper coming. "You know...Nanaka...I have thought up of all these ways to tie you up...it's just going to be you and me...through the ropes...I want you to scream for me...please?" The sudden change from the twisted and depraved kidnapper to the same sweet Makoto she had known was sure to be very disturbing to her. Despite that, he did not help her up from the awkward and surely strenuous position, instead fingering her, all while whispering "...I love the face you make when you're aroused...Look at that drool." he whispered, taking the wee bit of saliva that dripped from the corner of her lips.

"You are just...so...so beautiful." he began to pant, though his hands was beginning to fondle her, feeling up her breasts and wrinkling up her beautiful uniform. Her pussy was just so warm and moist. He had stopped fingering her just when she was about to attain seemingly unwanted release, though his focus now was to straddling her, rubbing his clothed bottom side against her exposed panties...
 
She continues to struggle against the ropes, feeling them burn into her skin. It was so very wrong to be in this position. Makota was just a quiet, shy guy! He was nice! This was all a bad dream. Had to be! Yet the feeling of his finger piercing her, getting wetter with each thrust. She was tight, and just as she felt her muscles begin to constrict even further in near release, he stops. She whimpers. "Let me go, please..."

She looks away from his eyes, trying to wake up from this nightmare. It couldn't be real.

It just couldn't be.

Then she felt him straddling her, pushing in and teasing her more. She instinctively bucks against him, his clothed bottom side getting a little damp with her juices. "St-...Stop.. Makota... I wo-won't... Ttell... Anyooonneee~" She moans out the last word, and couldn't help but do so. Why?!
 
"Yes...I love you, Nanaka...I want to have children with you!" Now, it was getting just a bit creepy. He wasn't entirely sure whether the words that came out of him were the truth or if he was simply trying to scare her into submission. Her body almost aiding him in her attempt to her climax, it wasn't long until his hands began to stroke with greater fervor, ending with him, panting as he leaned forward, right towards her snatch. "Huaa...Huaa...I...I want to taste you..." he whispered, gently licking her exposed clit, her lips pretty much pressed to the thin cloth of her pink panties, suffused with her juices.

"Just you and me..." he whispered, "And the ropes..." he took some rope, winding it up as he threw it over the rafters. He made her stand up, pulling until she was bound right at the balls of her feet. Tossing away her shoes, he wound some rope around her waist, then trailing it right at her pussy, letting it press against her labia as he tied the rope above. Now, she was forced to either remain at the balls of her feet otherwise the slack would give at her crotchrope, further pressing the rope inside of her.

He stepped back, panting in arousal. Watching her exquisite torture, he withdrew his hard-on, slowly beginning to stroke himself as he gasped out and panted audibly, sitting down as he watched her struggle, nipples pebbled up beneath her blouse and bra cup...
 
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