SM - Nightmare Game

Nightmare Game (Full Update Complete)
Nightmare Game: Silver Bait, I am Your Highness
Odagiri Yuka, 25 years old, works in management at a "Midnight Radio Station."
Her biggest hobby is dancing Latin dance at the gym. The feeling of being drenched in sweat after exercising is quite nice. Of course, it's a habit she carried over from her school days.
She's 172cm tall, slender, and has a beautiful face. She's also received formal dance training and physical exercise, possessing perfectly proportioned muscles. Therefore, Odagiri was a recognized campus beauty in university and was hired several times as a swimsuit model by a small clothing company.
She recently broke up with her boyfriend, not only because of his impure motives—pursuing his body—but also because no matter how hard he tried during sex, he couldn't give Yuka pleasure. Speaking of pleasure, she has a secret hobby that greatly enhances her pleasure: ...
she likes wearing designer brands and... She frequently changed clothes, a habit even her relatively wealthy boyfriend couldn't afford. By the time she turned 25, her credit cards were maxed out and her debts totaled a staggering 100,000 yen.
In this dire situation, she stumbled upon the internal ledgers of the Midnight Radio Station, containing a CD containing evidence of bribery by several political elites.
Yuka secretly moved from the Nightingale dormitory to a luxury apartment in Matsudo, resigned from the Midnight Radio Station, and then blackmailed them for 150,000 yen. But would these seasoned executives be easily threatened by such a young girl? It seemed not so simple.
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the small conference room on the top floor of the Midnight Radio Station, the blinds were closed, making it particularly dark. A round table with a diameter of 3 meters sat in the center of the room, its clean, varnished surface reflecting the cold faces of three men. That afternoon, Date, who was in charge of handling the CD incident, was reporting to the president.
"President, please look at these images from our investigation. Based on her own background and interviews with similar individuals, the conclusion that Yuka Odagiri is a self-bondage enthusiast is beyond doubt. Moreover, she's a leather enthusiast. Her main reason for frequently purchasing these restraint items is that she doesn't want to leave scars on her skin that would be discovered. We can completely exploit this hobby to design a trap. We can design an easily equipped but deadly restraint set and sell it online, easily resolving this crisis."
After saying this, Date and his subordinate Fukunaga took out a silver bodysuit, hood, leather handcuffs, and restraint belts specially ordered from Depondicc in France from a Boston briefcase and laid them out on the round table.
The president, looking at the items on the table, asked Date curiously,
"Self-bondage...what's that?"
"People who restrain themselves to pursue extreme sexual pleasure. In the US, this usually refers to those who wear leather bodysuits and vibrators for self-bondage. There are various types of leather bodysuits. Accidents frequently occur where people wearing bodysuits are strangled to death by the rope around their necks. The police will rule out homicide based on the signs of intense struggle, thus concluding the cause of death as an accident. Japanese lawyers would also make that judgment."
"The lawyer's judgment...so they give this woman a set of restraints, let her self-bondage, and after retrieving the DVD, the cause of death will be attributed to an accident, is that what you mean?"
"That's right... For this reason, this restraint set looks exactly like those enthusiasts' stuff... However, the silver full-body tights and hood are made of a thinner and smoother material than ordinary Lycra. The size is the smallest size custom-made for Oda's figure, so it fits snugly against her skin, revealing not only her nails and skin folds, but even her sunken navel. Of course, like those shapewear, it can beautifully accentuate her graceful figure. The smooth silver surface is not only aesthetically pleasing, but it also eliminates friction, making her hands and feet lose sensation and become weak. At the same time, this rubber tights, which we specially ordered from the Depondicc research lab, are very flexible and elastic when wet, but as time passes and the liquid evaporates..." The rubber began to harden and shorten rapidly. The straps connecting the wrists, ankles, and back handcuffs, in particular, tightened more than five times their normal length. Using the "reverse shrimp" binding method, the toes could touch the top of the head—extremely painful. At that point, even rolling wouldn't be possible, and escaping on one's own would be absolutely impossible! And this spray not only makes the bodysuit easier to put on, but it also makes the entire garment fit even tighter. The rubber, pressed against the skin, effectively prevents breathing. Even without the suffocating effect of nasal closure, prolonged use would lead to death from oxygen deprivation. Of course, according to the design, the nasal cavity area would definitely shrink to the point of affecting breathing. Finally, two instruction manuals were made. If the manuals are replaced afterward, she will be considered to have died accidentally due to improper use of the restraints.”
“But Ida, what if the woman finds out halfway through?”
“I've applied a small amount of sleeping pills to the gag on this hood. The effect will kick in after 30 minutes when the coating dissolves in saliva, causing a 20-minute sleep. By the time she opens her eyes, it will be too late…”
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Three weeks later,
Yuka took a set of restraints from the box that had been delivered to her home.
The bodysuit, gleaming with a metallic silver sheen, was an integrated set of high heels. The rubber on her arms, which were as thick as her arms, was noticeably thicker, extending like tall boots all the way to her knees. A thin zipper ran from her genitals down to her perineum, the zipper pull being a flat, round ring. The buttocks also had symmetrical zippers. There was a prominent protrusion at the nipple area of the bodysuit, and strangely, two metal rings were attached to this blush-inducing spot. Further up, at her neck... A metal ring, consisting of eight curved plates connected by rubber, each with a D-ring. The rubber on the arms was also thickened, and the separable five-finger gloves looked about the size of a primary school student's hand.
Inside the fully enclosed hood was a long, prosthetic penis—its function was obvious. The eye area had the same zipper structure. For some reason, the rubber around the nose was much thicker than usual, and the nostrils looked barely larger than matchsticks, hardly enough for breathing. Yuka, oblivious, continued picking up other X-shaped hand restraints: seven figure-eight restraint cuffs of different sizes, two one-finger-wide leather straps, a pile of restraint straps, and leather handcuffs for the wrists and ankles, along with a bottle of spray mixed in.
"Wow! So sexy! I can't hold back anymore!" "
Following the instructions, spray the headgear evenly with the spray, and soak the other restraints in warm water for 5 minutes. Everything is ready.
Attach the small camera to the TV, turn it on, then walk to the center of the room, stand facing the camera with your legs shoulder-width apart, and slowly begin to undress. This is a good habit, as it provides a better viewing experience than in a mirror. A
beautiful, athletic girl appears on the TV screen, with boyish short hair, a snow-white top, and black leggings that perfectly accentuate her athletic figure. Her face, lightly made up, reveals large, bright eyes." Her eyes darted forward, a faint blush on her cheeks perfectly complementing her thin, pale red lips. Her small nostrils seemed to be flaring with breath. The girl on TV laughed, first taking off her white sports sweater and tossing it forcefully onto the sofa in the corner. Then she removed her white bra. With a sway of her slender waist, her Thai-style leggings and stirrups came off, revealing a black thong between her long legs. Summer clothes are few to begin with, and after removing her underwear, Yuka stood completely naked in the room. Under the camera's lens, she carefully and evenly applied a spray to her vibrant body.
The soaked bodysuit resembled an ultra-thin rubber glove, extremely elastic, with the head opening wide enough to stretch a shoulder's width. First, slip both legs inside; the key to wearing high heels is ensuring the toes reach the deepest part of the shoe. Tuck both legs into the heels, then slowly roll the bodysuit up from the legs, down the lower body, abdomen, and up to the chest, aligning the nipples with the designated protrusions. The metal rings on these protrusions are for securing the nipples. Hands are also slipped into the head opening one by one, extending into the gloves. The neck opening closes naturally like a turtleneck sweater.
Unzip the hood around the eyes. Turn it halfway over, and put your mouth on the protrusion. The hood was fitted with a dildo, which was then put on from the front to the back of the head. The zipper was slowly pulled down from the top of the head. The nostrils were aligned with the two breathing holes before being pulled all the way down. The breathing holes were quite large, extending slightly beyond the nostrils; if it weren't for the thick rubber on the bridge of the nose, it would have fallen askew. The designer was incredibly careful. Yuka completely forgot its original shape. After the hood was closed, her head naturally slid forward. Because the dildo was designed to be very thick and long, her tongue was pressed tightly under it, almost making Yuka gag. The hood had a leather collar around the neck. The purpose of this collar was not stated in the instructions. But looking at the obvious row of strap buckles on the collar, she, a frequent user of restraints, was convinced that this free design was meant to be used together. Once the straps on the collar were tightened, the hood couldn't be removed even if the zipper was unzipped, and the D-ring around the neck of the bodysuit was exposed. Therefore, without untying the collar straps
, the bodysuit couldn't be taken off either. Yuka stood in front of the television, hands on her hips.
The spray's moisturizing effect made the already tight-fitting bodysuit even more transparent; the wet, clinging rubber outlined the shape of her navel and labia majora, even revealing the texture of her abdominal muscles. Chu saw that the leather straps, slung upwards, lifted her breasts higher and more erect, like a body sculptor. Her buttocks, aided by the contracting rubber at the bottom, also arched upwards. The smooth surface concealed the lines of her buttocks, extending all the way to her thighs. Those long, smooth legs were the secret weapon of those dancers.
Her expressionless face shone with a metallic sheen. Her figure, as perfect as a dancer's, was almost identical to the protagonist of Hajime Sorayama's "Machine Girl," whose glamorous entrance had once earned her the title of "Linda's" goddess!
Yuka's image on television, her temperament and posture, made her, in her narcissism, extremely satisfied.
...Wonderful! ...Nothing looks prettier than this outfit...even better than the model on the flyer. If I were the model...I wouldn't need
any doorstops, I could just put up posters on the street!...The whole outfit feels like wearing a fitted t-shirt, completely comfortable. Yuka further equips herself. She takes
a deep breath, tightens the one-finger-wide leather belt to 20cm around her waist, leaving many D-rings on her back.
On her breasts are a pair of specially made teacup-shaped leather sleeves, the sleeves at the base of her breasts are about 2cm wide, covering her breasts completely. After tightening the belt at her back, her breasts are squeezed even more prominently. There are many D-rings on the chest belt that connect to the handcuffs and arm cuffs. Touching these leather cuffs with her hands behind her back, she feels they are at a very high position.
For a moment, a voice says to her:...Ah, at this position, will anyone be able to reach them?...
She sits on the bed and stretches out her slender legs.
She takes out the still wet, figure-eight-shaped restraints from the warm water and puts them on her thighs like shorts. Near the hips, around the knees, at the ankles, and finally on the high heels, five restraints stretched two long, beautiful legs into a stick-like shape. The rubber was quite elastic; if you spread them apart, you could probably fit two fists in.
The handcuffs on the wrists were suspended by leather straps, the other end looping around the arms and behind the neck via D-rings and connecting to the back of the corset. Then, the figure-eight-shaped ankle restraints also had leather straps, similarly connected to the corset, which you fastened by feeling around. The straps on the arms were also locked; these buckles were the special perforated type for leather straps, difficult to break free without the help of your hands.
Finally, the zipper around the blindfold was pulled up. In the darkness, hands passed through the X-shaped hand restraints on the corset. After forcefully pushing the wrists through the restraints, you could touch the handcuffs. Using your hands to help put them on, the X-shaped restraints felt completely ineffective; your hands could be freely joined together.
The entire body, encased in a rubber bodysuit, shimmering with a silver sheen, revealed a woman bound by the "reverse sea" bondage.
...But is it really that simple...?
Stretch out your bent hands and feet and see. The belts and restraints have been stretched out; your hands can easily clasp together, and your feet are almost flat on their sides.
...Oh! Getting out is so easy! ...No stimulation at all!...
Take off the hood and search the room. Gradually feeling her breasts, the tender nipples were pushed through the rings and directly into the protrusions. She could equip more of them. Thinking of this, Yang Jun deeply inserted himself into her throat, making it extremely difficult to make a sound. Her waist involuntarily arched forward
...Huh? Why does this penis taste sweet...It's been modified...And...It's just...I feel sleepy...
The sleeping pills took effect, and Yuka drifted off to sleep.
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This article was found on a Japanese website. The concept is quite good. I'll modify it to suit Chinese characteristics and then share it with everyone. The original author is "私は殿下". Not too heavy. (Reprinting with this line retained)
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Yuka was awakened by the pain in her wrists hanging behind her back. Her body and face had a strange feeling of pressure, and the heels of her high heels seemed to be touching her buttocks.
...I actually fell asleep while self-tortured for the first time!...
Just woken up, Yuka unconsciously stretched her arms and legs, but...
"Ugh!?"
Yuka was confused.
The straps connecting her neck and ankles hadn't been stretched. Her wrists were immobile, and her bent legs couldn't be straightened.
The figure-eight restraints binding her legs were as sturdy as shoe soles. The muscles in her thighs rubbed against each other, and her legs couldn't be separated even a little bit.
"Ugh!!"
This time, she stretched her arms and legs with all her might. The straps on her wrists connected to her arms and then went down through the collar to her waist. Under the force, the hardened straps bent her entire spine, and the strength in her legs could only lift her thighs upwards. The straps connected to her waist sensitively returned all the force to Yuka's limbs, which meant that these straps had lost their elasticity! ...
What? This! ...It's different from the instructions! ...Yuka grew terrified and began to struggle even more unconsciously.
[Ugh! Ugh! Ugh]
Sounds came from her mouth, muffled by a penis. The sounds were confined within the leather hood, and her covered ears could barely hear a faint echo.
"Ugh!" (A lie!...The leather strap on my back won't shorten!...)
Struggling violently, her shoulders and knees repeatedly lifted and lowered off the bed. Her body rubbed uselessly against the sheets. In her constant struggle, Yuka discovered that no matter how hard she tried, the X-shaped restraints on her hands would move away from her body to counteract the pull, and the tightening leather handcuffs on her wrists would use all their strength to bend her body. With her legs unable to separate, her ankles couldn't exert much force either, and all she could manage was to lift her knees off the sheets…
This was… a very dangerous situation! ...
With her hands bound behind her back, Yuka's body grew increasingly hot. The cold sweat that had broken out all over her body evaporated quickly. Her desperate struggles and the rising heat intensified the sensations, completely contradicting her desire to escape.
The hood had undoubtedly tightened, the leather clinging tightly to her cheeks and jawline, effectively isolating the burning heat and the penis within. Yuka, already feeling the strain, tried to gag several times, but was forced back down. Her nostrils were completely blocked from breathing, and no matter how much she shook her head, it wouldn't move an inch. Her breasts were tightly bound at the base, the bodysuit restricting their fullness, only the sensitive points of her erection visible through the gold... The corset was exposed without any restraint. With each rise and fall of her body, it rubbed against the blankets, causing Yuka to tremble. Her entire body was taut, the corset so tight it made it hard to breathe. The rubber on her buttocks and genitals seemed to have sunk in, only the lingering aerosol mixed with sweat clung to her skin.
At this moment, with her senses blocked, she could feel even the slightest stimulation. Yuka knew what it felt like to be bound tightly from her chest to her thighs in an "American hogtie"—the stimulation to her skin and mucous membranes was doubled, the struggling force dispersed across her chest and thighs using her navel as a fulcrum. It made her feel powerless, anxious, and panicked.
...Look at the old man...even turning my body is so difficult, how did I become like this! ...It's like being locked up by a professional wrestler sitting on my back! ...In this high-class apartment, people come and go without caring about each other...besides, I can't see or hear, there's no way I can escape and call for help! ...
Wait...I can't accept help! ...What if a stranger untied her and then jokingly asked if she was torturing herself?!...
Those unexpected situations encountered under the deprivation of freedom are hypothetical scenarios assuming she can escape the self-imposed restraints; they wouldn't happen in reality. But this deadly restraint, where even life isn't guaranteed, is undeniable.
There's definitely hope. People who self-impose restraint have strong willpower. Yuka tried to encourage herself.
"Ugh! Huff! Ugh!" "Gurgle!"
Her shrimp-like body, shimmering with silver light, groaned and writhed frantically. She hoped to find a way to escape in the struggle, to get away from this torture-like restraint as soon as possible—a cathartic release of pent-up frustration.
"Ugh!..." "Cough! It hurts!" Just help me loosen these sea shackles... I'll do anything.
Lying flat on the bed, the restraints on my wrists and ankles were all concentrated in the corner of my waist, like a skipjack tuna trying to jump back into the sea, but the fixed restraints held my hands and feet firmly, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't create much resistance. The sea shackles only allowed me to move my body back and forth. To relieve the swelling in my breasts from being pressed down, I had to twist my waist and lie on my side from time to time. Not to mention the muscle soreness caused by constantly straining my muscles.
"Ugh! ... Hmm! Hmm!" Ugh! Thud."
With continued struggle, I moved to the edge of the bed and rolled off with a thud.
The silver rivets adorning my waist now served another purpose: hitting the floor and making a sound.
My body rolled on the floor due to inertia, making a "click-clack" sound from my waist, before stopping after two rolls.
"Huff— Hmph— Huff—" "Hmph—" Yuka,
feeling dizzy and out of control, found it difficult to breathe.
All her stored energy had been released in that burst of energy, like running a 2000-meter race at full speed, leaving her body desperately needing fresh air. But the leather bra pressed tightly against her chest, and the beautiful yet cruelly tight corset... the rubber of the bodysuit clung to her skin, minimizing any possible breathing space. Moreover, Yuka's outfit completely blocked any avenues for skin respiration; only her nostrils were frantically opening and closing.
Suddenly, her cell phone rang on the table. Yuka, sitting close to the table behind her hood, heard it.
It was her former boss, Date, calling to confirm Yuka's appearance.
Unaware of the situation, Yuka grasped at a straw and moved towards the sound.
Clumsily twisting her shoulders and knees while still on her side, her arms touched the table leg. With a struggle, she twisted her waist three or four degrees, finally touching her head to the table leg. She rolled over onto her back, forcefully thrusting her body forward, banging her head against the table leg.
"Ugh! Huff— Huff—Ugh!"
...Please!...Don't hang up....Don't
"Huff-Huff! Huff-Huff!"
...Just a little longer!...Wait!!...
The ringtone ended.
"Click!!"
...Did the phone fall? Or the knife used to cut leather? The ringtone was over, and the phone was useless in her hand.
Yuka was awakened by the pain in her wrists, which were hanging behind her back. Her body and face felt strangely compressed, and the heels of her high heels seemed to be touching her buttocks.
...I actually fell asleep while self-torturing for the first time!...
Just woken up, Yuka unconsciously stretched her hands and feet, but.....
"Ugh!?"
Yuka was confused.
The straps connecting her neck and ankles hadn't been stretched. Her wrists couldn't move, and her bent legs couldn't be straightened.
The figure-eight restraints binding her legs were as tight as the soles of leather shoes. The muscles in her thighs rubbed against each other, and her legs couldn't be separated even a little bit.
"Ugh!!"
This time, she stretched her arms and legs with all her might. The straps on her wrists connected to her arms, then passed through the collar and pulled down to her waist. Under the force, the hardened straps bent her entire spine, and the strength in her legs could only lift her thighs upwards. The straps connected to her waist sharply returned all the force to Yuka's limbs, which meant that these straps had lost their elasticity!
...What?! This is different from the instructions! ...Yuka grew terrified and began to struggle more and more unconsciously.
[Ugh! Ugh! Ugh]
The sounds of being pressed down by a penis came from her mouth. The sounds were confined to the leather hood, and her covered ears could only barely hear a faint echo.
"Ugh!" (Liar!...The leather strap on my back won't shorten!...)
She struggled with all her might, her shoulders and knees constantly lifting and lowering off the bed. Her body rubbed uselessly against the sheets. In her constant struggle, Yuka discovered that no matter how hard she tried, the X-shaped restraints on her hands would move away from her body to counteract the pulling of her hands, and the tightening leather handcuffs on her wrists would use all the force to bend her body. With her legs unable to separate, her ankles couldn't exert much strength either, and all she could do was lift her knees off the sheets.
...This is extremely dangerous! ...
With her hands bound behind her back in a reverse-binding style, Yuka's body grew increasingly hot. The cold sweat that broke out all over her body evaporated quickly. Her struggles and the heat intensified the sensation of being bound by the hood, completely contradicting her desire to escape.
The hood had definitely tightened, the leather clinging tightly to her cheeks and jawline, firmly isolating the scalding heat and the penis inside. Yuka, already feeling the strain, tried to vomit several times, but was forced back down. Her breathing holes were completely blocked from her nostrils, leaving no gaps. No matter how much she shook her head, it wouldn't move an inch. The base of her breasts was tightly bound, and the bodysuit restricted their movement, leaving only the sensitive points of her erection visible through the gold... The corset was exposed without any restraint. With each rise and fall of her body, it rubbed against the blankets, causing Yuka to tremble. Her entire body was taut, the corset so tight it made it hard to breathe. The rubber on her buttocks and genitals seemed to have sunk in, only the lingering aerosol mixed with sweat clung to her skin.
At this moment, with her senses blocked, she could feel even the slightest stimulation. Yuka knew what it felt like to be bound tightly from her chest to her thighs in an "American hogtie"—the stimulation to her skin and mucous membranes was doubled, the struggling force dispersed across her chest and thighs using her navel as a fulcrum. It made her feel powerless, anxious, and panicked.
...Look at the old man...even turning my body is so difficult, how did I become like this! ...It's like being locked up by a professional wrestler sitting on my back! ...In this high-class apartment, people come and go without caring about each other...besides, I can't see or hear, there's no way I can escape and call for help! ...
Wait...I can't accept help! ...What if a stranger untied her and then jokingly asked if she was torturing herself?!...
Those unexpected situations encountered under the deprivation of freedom are hypothetical scenarios assuming she can escape the self-imposed restraints; they wouldn't happen in reality. But this deadly restraint, where even life isn't guaranteed, is undeniable.
There's definitely hope. People who self-impose restraint have strong willpower. Yuka tried to encourage herself.
"Ugh! Huff! Ugh!" "Gurgle!"
Her shrimp-like body, shimmering with silver light, groaned and writhed frantically. She hoped to find a way to escape in the struggle, to get away from this torture-like restraint as soon as possible—a cathartic release of pent-up frustration.
"Ugh!..." "Cough! It hurts!" Just help me loosen these sea shackles... I'll do anything.
Lying flat on the bed, the restraints on my wrists and ankles were all concentrated in the corner of my waist, like a skipjack tuna trying to jump back into the sea, but the fixed restraints held my hands and feet firmly, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't create much resistance. The sea shackles only allowed me to move my body back and forth. To relieve the swelling in my breasts from being pressed down, I had to twist my waist and lie on my side from time to time. Not to mention the muscle soreness caused by constantly straining my muscles.
"Ugh! ... Hmm! Hmm!" Ugh! Thud."
With continued struggle, I moved to the edge of the bed and rolled off with a thud.
The silver rivets adorning my waist now served another purpose: hitting the floor and making a sound.
My body rolled on the floor due to inertia, making a "click-clack" sound from my waist, before stopping after two rolls.
"Huff— Hmph— Huff—" "Hmph—" Yuka,
feeling dizzy and out of control, found it difficult to breathe.
All her stored energy had been released in that burst of energy, like running a 2000-meter race at full speed, leaving her body desperately needing fresh air. But the leather bra pressed tightly against her chest, and the beautiful yet cruelly tight corset... the rubber of the bodysuit clung to her skin, minimizing any possible breathing space. Moreover, Yuka's outfit completely blocked any avenues for skin respiration; only her nostrils were frantically opening and closing.
Suddenly, her cell phone rang on the table. Yuka, sitting close to the table behind her hood, heard it.
It was her former boss, Date, calling to confirm Yuka's appearance.
Unaware of the situation, Yuka grasped at a straw and moved towards the sound.
Clumsily twisting her shoulders and knees while still on her side, her arms touched the table leg. With a struggle, she twisted her waist three or four degrees, finally touching her head to the table leg. She rolled over onto her back, forcefully thrusting her body forward, banging her head against the table leg.
"Ugh! Huff— Huff—Ugh!"
...Please!...Don't hang up....Don't
"whoosh-uh-uh! whoosh-uh!"
...Just a little longer!...Wait!!...
The ringtone ended.
"Click!!"
...Did the phone fall? Or the knife used to cut leather? The ringtone is over, so the phone is useless in my hand.
Hehe. Thank you everyone for your help. I can't go online because of something, so I'll continue to upload the completed translation and correct the garbled text.
Thank you to larzycat on the 6th floor for helping with the region code conversion, and thank you to Pound for the link, which is the original text. Those who like Japanese can refer to it and compare. To be honest, the original is really shallow...so after modifying it to the end, I feel that everything except the plot is completely different....Please take your time reading.... Feedback is welcome.
During her rest, Yuka was surprised to find that since waking up, her posture—originally supported by her shoulders, navel, and knees—had unconsciously changed to only her navel touching the ground. The X-shaped hand restraints, connected to her waist corset, couldn't move, but the position of her hands had subtly shifted from her wrists to the middle of her forearms. The tightening straps on her wrists forced her palms firmly against her back, pushing them towards her shoulders. It's worth noting that even gymnasts find it difficult to touch their right upper arm with their left hand behind their back. The restraints on her chest and waist began to affect her breathing. Each deep breath ended up being only a small amount of air. The increased frequency made her increasingly agitated and restless. Her legs pressed even tighter together, and she could feel the blood pooling where the five figure-eight rings locked her in place. Her legs, tightly bound, were also forced backward; if before her toes had only occasionally touched her buttocks, now her ankles felt like they were permanently attached to them. The tightness was so great that the shape of her labia was clearly visible.
The zipper continued to slit upward along with her clothes, as if trying to further invade her vulva.
Yuka tried to pull her shoulders back, bring her elbows together, and helplessly reached her wrists to touch her upper arms in the opposite direction; after all, keeping her spine bent was extremely painful. To alleviate this suffering, she only... Having sacrificed her arms and undergone countless back restraints, Yuka knew that this time, the firmness of her breasts far surpassed any previous back restraint. The leather straps accentuated her increasingly large breasts, and above her beautiful collarbones, Yuka stretched her neck, breathing heavily. Her
breathing needed adjustment. Her body needed rest.
But Yuka had no time to rest. Sensing her body's condition, she vaguely felt the leather straps on her back continuing to harden and tighten, her lower abdomen beginning to bulge forward. Her body was already on a seesaw; how long would this process continue? Was she destined to remain in a tire-like circle forever?
...She needed to cut the straps quickly...
Just in case, I placed the small knife on the table. Was the sound I heard earlier the knife falling? I couldn't see it, but I roughly deduced it fell behind me. To get there, I had to go around the table. Maintaining a backward bend, I turned 4 or 5 degrees, flipped over, and advanced. Because my center of gravity shifted to one point, it wasn't easy to move forward. Each time I bent my legs and straightened my back, I tilted a little.
"Ugh!! Huff!! ... Ugh!! Guh!!"
I felt my center of gravity barely shift. The moment my shoulders relaxed, my thighs, pulled towards my lower back, ached terribly. The intense pain in my hands when I bent my legs was equally maddening. From the initial purposeful twisting to the later frantic struggle of my whole body! No one's mind could remain conscious for long under such pain.
"Ughhhhhh!! ... Ughhhhh!!"
It hurts so much!
Yuka screamed in agony, her back turned and chin raised. It felt as if someone was using a strange force to pull her head and feet together from behind. At the same time, her shoulders were folded in half, her hands were stuffed inside, and finally, a milking device was added to her breasts. The intense struggle also caused her protruding nipples and the zipper that was gathered at her vulva to emit a constant, slight itching stimulation.
...Pain...and difficulty breathing...
Yuka kept tossing and turning from her left side to her right side or lying flat, wishing she could put her feet down like before. But the belt on her back shortened mercilessly, and she could almost hear the creaking sound as it further solidified the old man's posture...Yuka, whose
vision was blocked, didn't know how tragically beautiful her suffocating appearance looked when filmed.
Her whole body glowed with silver light as she straightened her chest and raised her head, struggling to breathe so that her head was held high. The hood clung tightly to the contours of her face, and the round object on her mouth made her painful expression look slightly obscene. The collar restricted the expansion of her trachea, making her originally silver-white neck stretch out long. The tight bodysuit outlined her perfect body. Her sloping shoulders and curved backside protruded her high breasts, the base of her breasts held together by the leather hood, making her breasts bulge like wine glasses, making one want to touch them. Her waist looked especially slender against the black background. The rubber covering her vulva accentuated the shape of her labia majora and minora, with a gold zipper fastened in the middle. The constricting rubber also gave her buttocks and legs a streamlined, glossy appearance. Even Yuka, a self-imposed bondage enthusiast, would surely admire such a beautiful appearance.
The price of this beauty was the cruel, reverse-ocean bondage position on the ground. A figure-eight restraint, cleaving her leg muscles like lotus roots, locked her long legs in a bow-like position around her waist. The X-shaped restraint on her back was very close to her ankles, and her hands were resting on her upper arms like acrobats. Her upper body and thighs were scissors behind her back, resembling the most artistic C-shape stance in modern gymnastics. The only protrusion on the entire silver bodysuit was her nipples, erect within silver metal rings. Such curves would surely attract attention even from women on the street, but now her perfect figure was bound by this cruel position. Yuka, who had exercised but never done flexibility training, simply couldn't bear the restraints.
"Haaah! ... Hmm! ... Waaah!"
Her head trembled incessantly due to difficulty breathing and intense tension. Her waist could only sway from side to side like a goldfish. Her hands and feet were powerless, only able to make small pulls with the belt. The muscles of her silver metallic breasts, genitals, and navel trembled incessantly after exhausting her strength, and the faint moans that escaped her lips never ceased. The wrinkles in the sheets left by her constant rolling on and off the bed all showed the extreme pain of the restrained person.
...I have to get rid of the belt quickly...it hurts...this is driving me crazy...
Thinking this, even with only a 1% chance, I desperately try to reach the nearby knife. But the key is that I can't see it; the struggle that started just now feels like I'm just going around in circles.
I tilt my head back slightly, and it feels like I'm touching the toes of a high heel. I endure the pain all over my body. Suddenly, I realize I can't lie on my side anymore. My body is bent to its limit, and under the tight restraints of the old man, even shaking my body has become difficult. The creaking sound of ribs scraping against the floor reaches my ears obliquely; it's a signal that my upper body is bent too much and my shoulders can't touch the ground.
"Ugh! ...Ugh! ...Hmph!"
If there really is a road to hell, this kind of desperate and miserable groan is the prelude.
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Twenty minutes have passed. The television, which often has minor malfunctions, suddenly went into sleep mode without warning.
Date and his subordinate Fukunaga used a master key to pry open the luxury apartment where Yuka lived.
Both men, wearing thin surgical gloves, quietly made their way from the front door to the living room with small, quick steps.
"Ugh! Huff—, ugh—, huff—, huff—"
Strange sounds came from nearby. It was rapid breathing and groans coming from inside the living room.
Date slowly opened the door, and Yuka, emitting these indistinct groans, appeared before him.
"Oh, like this, so beautiful..."
Her posture was far more perfect than the men had imagined, like a beautiful acrobat being hoisted upside down from the ceiling.
Yuka seemed to sense Date's sudden arrival and stopped struggling. Perhaps she was tired.
...Snap—! Hiss! *Thump...*
The two men ignored Yuka and continued to leave the room as it was. Date, following his investigation, opened the wardrobe, found the key in the underwear box, and then found two CDs on the bedside table.
"Hey, Fukunaga, look at this! Our company is saved!"
Date walked over to Yuka, slowly squatted down, and slapped her cheek under the hood with the CDs, saying,
"Odagiri-kun, you don't even consider the consequences of doing this... and you made us prepare for so long... What a stupid woman!"
To the two men, Yuka, wearing a tight-fitting outfit, looked noticeably thinner than when she left the company. Her legs were bent backwards, her chest and abdomen almost naked. The leather strap connecting her wrists to her head pulled her back into a straight line perpendicular to her waist, and the leather hood held her breasts together, making them stand erect like balls.
Yuka thought her former boss had come looking for CDs. At the same time, she discovered her private hobby and was about to excitedly ask for help.
Date lifted the leather strap around her waist with his left hand and slowly pulled it upwards.
*Gurgle!...* "Waaaaah!!"
(No!)
Yuka cried out in protest as she was lifted up, but the next instant, her navel detached from the ground and floated in the air.
"Waaaaah! ... Waaaah!, waaaah, waaaah!"
The limbs suspended by the reverse eel emitted intermittent, indistinct moans. The metallic silver body was bent backward by the severe eel bindings, the ribs below the breasts were tightly constricted, and the long thighs were bent and lifted back, exposing the woman's lower body. Date's right hand touched Yuka's ankle.
This kind of young, lewd, and beautiful woman, perfectly restrained like a contortionist, was something only seen in movies; this was the first time in reality. The two men lewdly ravaged Yuka's painful and contorted body.
"Odagiri-kun, this is your favorite bondage... You should be happy."
Date grabbed the straps above and below with both hands, lifting the suspended limbs onto the bed and swinging them up and down and side to side. He would lift them to a height of 50cm and then suddenly lower them, stopping before the abdomen touched the bed. Or he would swing them directly to the left and right at a 45-degree angle.
Yuka's weight was concentrated on the two leather straps, her arms and legs bent even more deeply, her waist arched even further, and her back muscles tensed. Her head, biting the penis, was tilted back high, and she let out another pleading moan.
"Ugh... ugh... ugh... ugh! ... Ugh, Nunu!"
(Stop) (Stop, ah) (Please, you)
Her body was completely out of her control. Each time her stiff muscles lifted her body, her back would bend deeply. Then, when she straightened her back, it would straighten. This intense stretching caused the pain to escalate to an unbearable level. Under Date's movements, a terrifying, abnormal creaking sound came from Yuka's spine, and her desperate pleading continued. At the same time, this posture would hinder the normal movement of her diaphragm, making it impossible for her to breathe. Date should have known this.
"Huff... ugh... huff-!!"
(Ah!) (It broke-)
Knowing that she was in extreme pain, Yuka tried to bend her shoulders back, stretching her beautiful neck toward Date, desperately inhaling air and letting out hoarse moans.
"How is it? Is it...comfortable? Humph!"
"Mmm, mmm... ooh, huff... ooh-"
(That... spine) (Almost breaking)
"You're saying loudly that you're having fun? Yes, this is your favorite bondage game, it's great for toning your beautiful legs, slim waist, and perky breasts and buttocks. Isn't that right!"
"Ooh ooh ooh ooh!..... Oh! Oh! ... Ooh ooh ooh!!
(Stop, stop) (Ah ah) (It's breaking--)
Her frantic head kept shaking from side to side, she was no longer responding to what he said, and in fact, she couldn't hear clearly.
"So fun? My hands are tired, Oda-kun is still as temperamental as ever..."
Date put Yuka down on the bed.
"Huff-huff-huff-huff-ooh ooh... ooh ooh ooh"
(Help me) (Please)
Yuka desperately breathed and let out a pleading moan again.
"Your breasts are quite firm! ...Breasts that are squeezed until they're engorged with blood are very sensitive, you know?"
With that, Date knelt down in front of Yuka, forcefully pinching and pulling at the erect nipples beneath her extremely thin bodysuit.
"Ooh! Whoosh!!"
Yuka's body seemed to be electrocuted, emitting animalistic screams.
"Feels good, doesn't it!?"
"Mmm! Ah! Ah! Ah!" "Awooooo!!"
Pleasure erupted repeatedly within Yuka's body, but under the intense Ebi bondage and the hand restraints, the pleasure was quickly suppressed by pain. However, the next wave of pleasure would immediately appear, endlessly cycling. Yuka's head was tilted back, the belt and waistband creaking, and all the muscles in her body trembled under this restraint.
The young man, Fukunaga, who was admiring the extremely beautiful female body under the reverse Ebi bondage, found that his groin was starting to heat up. The trembling silver light and Yuka's futile struggles made him unable to hold back his ejaculation.
Date gave Fukunaga a fierce look. He lifted Yuka's legs, which were bent high, and unzipped the zipper at her crotch. Fukunaga slowly inserted a large, penis-shaped vibrator into her vagina, then zipped it up.
"Awooooo!" "...Waaaaah!!"
No matter how much Yuka screamed, Date forcibly pulled her head back until the collar could touch the straps on her ankles, easily unfastening the buckle on her waistband and connecting it to the collar. At this point, Yuka's head was pulled back, her chin could only be raised and could no longer sway from side to side.
Date squatted down in front of Yuka's head, raised his voice slightly, and began to speak.
"This is our company's final gift to you. Please listen carefully. You can feel it now, right? This bodysuit can make close contact with your skin! This isn't just for looks. Actually, it's mainly to deprive your skin of its ability to breathe. Now the straps on your ankles are connected correctly, they're connected to the back of the collar, so your figure will be more graceful. Concentrating all your weight on your abdomen will cause suffocation. Of course, the most dangerous thing seems to be this only open nostril, which will soon shrink again, in about 10 minutes."
"Waaaaah...waaaah...waaaah!!" Yuka roughly understood and began to struggle in terror.
"Odagiri Yuka, while enjoying self-bondage, couldn't escape because she didn't read the instructions carefully, and accidentally suffocated to death—a scenario where she dies in an accident. Do you like it? This is real bondage. Safe bondage games where you can easily escape are child's play. Ah, the vibrator switch... and the knife placed here, quite thoughtful. Have fun in your escape game, good luck!"
Date stood up and put the knife that Yuka had knocked off back on the table.
"That pose is very attractive to men, good luck escaping."
After saying this, Fukunaga kicked Yuka hard in the stomach.
"Ooh! Ooh!! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!"
The two changed the instructions, turned on the wireless vibrator, and went out. No one noticed the camera on the TV.
"Specialist, why did you leave the knife there?"
"Yuka's position makes it absolutely impossible for her to grab the knife! That was a prop I prepared in case of emergency when I was self-restrained. I left that knife behind to make the script perfect."
The sound of the door closing could be faintly heard through the hood.
"Ugh! ... Ugh!!"
(Take it off) (No!)
Yuka screamed from under the gag. Even with the knife placed in front of her, her vision deprived, and her miserably bound in a reverse sea bondage that prevented her from even turning around, how could she possibly reach it?
"Ugh!! Huff huff huff"
The sounds of her body twisting and rubbing against each other, like an animal's roar, and the pulling sound of the belt mixed in her mind.
"Huff huff......................"
The breathing in her head became heavier and heavier. As Date had said, lying backwards meant that the pressure on her diaphragm made it impossible to breathe normally. Her head, which was tilted back, was forced down by the belt, causing her legs to drop. The next moment, her whole body began to swing around her abdomen, but in the end, her abdomen was firmly pressed under her body.
"...... Ugh ugh ugh!" "Ugh...ugh...ugh..."
The breathing holes in her nostrils began to shrink. The shrinking collar tightened around her throat, producing pig-like groans, severely affecting her breathing.
In this near-death situation, the high-speed vibration of the vibrator intensified Yuka's pleasure.
"Hmph...ugh...ugh!! Hmm! Hmm!"
The pleasure was getting closer and closer to orgasm. Because of the tight constriction on her breasts, her taut legs, and the constant rubbing of her nipples and genitals, it felt like being coiled by a snake and then...the difficult breathing and painful pleasure were completely mixed together.
"Gurgle...gurgle...!! Hmph...ugh
...
"Hfhfhfhfhfhfhfhf Waaaaah!!"
(Help me!)
People come and go beneath the apartment window. But no one can hear her screams, no one can hear her. Her screams don't even escape the room.
Self-restrained... she resembles a silver Barbie doll... the terrifying, reverse-sea binding method... unimaginable despair.
The secretly recorded CD... the flyer at the door... the simple website... the exquisite bodysuit... the struggle after waking up... Date's visit... everything connects in that life-or-death moment.
Under the tightened hood, Yuka's regretful, weeping expression is clearly outlined... and then...
"Huff! ...Gurgle! ...Gurgle! ............." The breathing gradually disappears, the suffocating body shakes violently a few times.
A glimmer of light flashes from the camera on the television.
...The End...

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