Chapter 1 - Completely Helpless
D.Va pushed her back up against the thick metal door, shoving it closed as hard as she could until the sound of screaming fans subsided to a dull roar. Once her ears were finally met with quiet, she let out a long, tired exhale through her mouth.
She was getting tired of this.
Years ago she would have thrived in this kind of attention. Standing prominently on a stage in front of an entire city, with a massive crowd cheering her name and proud of her accomplishments… but now it just stressed her out. Her smiles had become pained and forced as thousands of civilians roared in blind support of her, unaware of the things she had faced, the danger she fought through more intense than any StarCraft game she had ever played, the blood on her hands due to her own mistakes.
Sliding downwards against the door, D.Va looked down at her jumpsuit with its blue, white and pink colors, covered in sponsor tags that bought not just her image but her life. Dealing with these companies meant being a corporate icon sometimes, and that is why she was at Busan's event center to open this season's competitive gaming events instead of catching up on sleep or working on Tokki, her constantly damaged mech.
After a morning of public smiles and appearances she was finally free. She probably had a few days of freedom before one of her agents reached out to schedule her for the next event. She could go back to the MEKA platform off the coast and escape from it all for a while, which was sounding increasingly attractive. Her team was increasingly absent these days anyway; it would probably be just her for a few days.
D.Va shoved up and off the stage door and walked away down the halls with a tired stride, ready to get home. The backstage halls were lit obnoxiously bright and she squinted as she travelled through them, intimately familiar with their twists and turns after years visiting this place.
A face-masked staff member turned the corner ahead and moved to stand aside for her, and D.Va nodded her thanks quietly with her eyes locked on the floor. Everything was getting increasingly difficult to deal with; maybe she should ask for leave and step away from everything for a bit. The quiet email from Overwatch was still sitting in her inbox after being reread several times a week. Maybe she should look at it again. The life of a covert operative out of public view was suddenly very enticing…
As the passed the worker, he tapped her on the shoulder. D.Va looked up curiously just to see an aerosol spray bottle pointed at her face. A cloud of sterile chemicals was blasted at her without warning, and D.Va stumbled back with a gasp of surprise, inhaling the unknown substance before she even realized. Sputtering, she glared up at the worker with a biting protest on her lips but started to feel faint instead. Her legs suddenly felt shaky and her vision swam as the seconds went on, her mind clouding to a dull haze without focus. She slowly fell forwards into the man and was easily caught and lowered to the ground, moaning a distressed call for help. Blinking slowly, D.Va felt everything go dark.
D.Va woke up sluggishly, fighting through the long shadows of sleep until pricks of light made it to her eyes. Several hard minutes passed with her struggling to open her eyes as she felt trapped in a pit of exhaustion. She was eventually able to force her eyelids open and blink back morning light, letting out a muffled groan at such a difficult awakening.
She was staring at an unfamiliar white ceiling. Built-in skylights showed the bright colors of Korea's morning light, indicating she had only been asleep for a few hours. D.Va blinked at the brightness and moved to cover her eyes but found her body unresponsive. Slowly pulling out of the fog of sleep, she yanked her right arm in an attempt to move it up to her face but again found it unwilling to move, something holding it down. She realized there was something inside her mouth as well that forced it open wide. It felt like cloth behind a large ball.
Waking up quickly at the realizations, D.Va squirmed on the soft material she was laying on. She quickly realized that her body was held in place against it. She could feel extremely tight restraints wrapping around her body from head to toe, forcing her to lay flat on the surface. Her arms were held underneath her and immovable. Dread shooting through her, she managed to pull her thankfully free head up and look down at herself.
Her eyes shot wide as she saw her naked body tied down against a twin-sized mattress by a large assortment of restraints, all done up seemingly professionally. Neon pink rope was coiled around her in column ties all the way up her legs, pinning them together much more tightly than she was comfortable with. The same rope wrapped around her torso and hips in an intricately twisting harness, surrounding her small breasts and forcing them upwards, and even sending several coils of rope through her crotch, tightly digging up against her private areas in a stimulating way and up between her cheeks. She could feel the harness wrapping around to her back and integrating with her arms, which were tightly cinched together from the elbow down with the pink rope and then tied into the harness, barely able to even be wiggled. Her hands themselves seemed to be trapped in a small and hot space almost like a too-small mitten. And now that she was aware of herself, she could feel leather straps pressed around her head and attached to whatever was inside her mouth. D.Va looked down cross-eyed to see a massive pink ballgag crammed into her jaw and partially sticking out from her lips. She shifted her lips around it in dismay, finding it ridiculously huge and forcing her mouth as wide as it could possibly be. Even worse, she could feel a thick wad of fabric shoved inside her mouth behind the gag that tasted like herself. An awkward probe of her pressured tongue rubbed against smooth fabric and seams, and D.Va's mortification skyrocketed at recognizing what felt like her own panties within her mouth.
Her body was tightly pinned in the pink rope and already helpless, but that wasn't what was holding her against the bed. Dark brown leather straps were tightly belted around her body from top to bottom atop the ropes, squeezing her even tighter. And said straps were mounted to more straps on the sides of her legs and torso, which lay flat on the bed and went over every side of it to undoubtedly fasten down to something below, holding her bound form in place in the center of the bed with her helpless arms pinned underneath her.
And worryingly, she saw an unfamiliar pink cord stretching from the side of her thigh over to between her legs where it disappeared right under the tight crotchrope. She could feel something unknown lodged up against her beneath the pink ropes.
D.Va's situation finally hit her in full force, and she flushed red from head to toe in embarrassment and panic. She was naked and tied to a bed in an unknown place and couldn't remember coming here. Which meant someone had kidnapped her…
She began to struggle and wiggle in the tight hold as best she could, flailing herself as much as the restraints would let her, only able to writhe within them uselessly. Twisting of her arms and legs and desperate attempts to pull them apart failed completely. Her panic grew quickly when the ropes and straps didn't budge an inch, holding her with the same harsh force in the same spot. D.Va bit the plastic ball in her mouth and tried to yank her wrists apart underneath her naked butt with everything she had, panting loudly through her nose as long minutes went on with no changes to her restraints.
The taut ropes through her crotch grinded against her pussy with every little wiggle of her body, winding back and forth through the exposed area abrasively and making her jolt in surprise as pleasure shot through her. Her cheeks flamed bright red at the stimulating touch that persisted with every struggle she attempted. Even with the humiliating feeling she kept trying to escape with heavy breaths, trying to ignore the provocative touch.
After long minutes with absolutely no success, D.Va slumped and her struggles turned to slight wiggles. She was now extremely worried. Her restraints were way too tight and well-done to get out of, and she couldn't even move. Taking a breath and trying to think critically, she looked around the room properly.
The white ceiling was bare, but the walls were not. The one that the bed rested against was covered in dozens of posters featuring her own face. She recognized convention posters dating back years to the start of her career, propaganda posters of herself in front of her mech, and just about every sponsor photoshoot she could remember being a part of. On the opposite wall were several shelves with countless figurines and toys of her own likeness, and even a cardboard cutout of her.
D.Va's eyes widened as she took everything in. Whoever's home this was, they clearly knew all about her and may have a bit of an obsession…
The room's door opened suddenly and D.Va stiffened, tilting her head back as far as it could to face the opening, forced to look upside down. In the wooden doorway was a young Korean man a few years older than her, dressed casually in shorts and a T-shirt. His face lit up at seeing her, and he closed the door before walking up to her bedside quickly. D.Va flushed six shades darker at his approach, fully aware that she was naked, bound and gagged on this person's bed.
"D.Va! Or do you prefer Hana? You're awake!" He exclaimed, smiling largely with the stars of hero-worship shining in his eyes. "I'm Sung! I'm one of your biggest fans! I've followed your career since your first stream on PUBG's precursor mod years ago. Every stream, every appearance, every event, even your stuff with the military! I watch every one of your battles with the Gwishin too! You're the best!"
D.Va stared up at him uncomfortably, completely worried and humiliated, twisting her wrists underneath her body as much as the rigid bindings let her. Was that all this was? An overly obsessed fan? Was it him who had brought her here? Why?
"Leh mhe auu," she moaned for release, furrowing her eyes and squirming helplessly.
"I'll explain everything," he grinned, his young voice teeming with excitement. "I know you're totally surprised to be here. I had to totally think it through to get you and make a plan you would be proud of. I got into the backstage of the convention center by slipping in with the delivery trucks, then I found you after your appearance and knocked you out with the safest method possible. Then I wrapped you in tape nice and snug and crammed you into a small rigging box. You should have seen it, you barely even fit inside! After that I walked out with you on my shoulder, and no one asked any questions, and I brought you home with me and got you all set up like this!"
D.Va looked at him in dismay, uselessly straining to release her hands underneath her. He had just drugged and kidnapped her right from the event? In a box? She turned her head slightly and confirmed her suspicions, seeing a long, narrow green box laying against the opposite wall. It looked much too small for her, and she was honestly shocked he had managed to fit her inside. More worriedly, judging by the daylight above her kidnapping had to only have been a few hours ago – no one had probably even noticed she was missing yet! More importantly, why would he do any of this in the first place?
Sung played with his fingers nervously. "Sorry if I've made you nervous with all this," he said and gestured to her tight restraints. "I'm not a predator or anything messed up like that. I'm not gonna hurt you or threaten blackmail or anything."
D.Va let a part of her tense body relax at those words, though it did little to help her insane levels of embarrassment and humiliation to be tied to a bed naked by a fan.
"I did all of this because I know your secret!" He smirked.
She looked back at him in abashed confusion and wriggled in the restraints. "Hut eret?" She asked from behind her gag.
"I saw your commercial for APM TV a year ago," he said a low voice like he was sharing important information. "The one with that terrible American actor, where your hands got tied behind your back and the mech breaks through the wall? It was a decent commercial, but I saw what no one else did: your face when you were struggling in those chains.
He bent down to her face, his eyes intense. "Deep down, you secretly love bondage, don't you?" he asked knowingly.
D.Va froze in complete surprise. That's what he thought? He had fixated onto a single scene in a single commercial she did years ago, and it had pushed him to do this? That scene had just been scripted by her sponsor and she had nothing to do with it!
"I know you do," he told her confidently. "And I know with all your fame and fortune you have no one who can recognize it. So I will be the best fan you could ever have! I'll give you the excessive bondage life you want, that no one else can ever give you. I know all about you and I even learned a ton about bondage in the last year just to give you the tightest, strictest, hottest and most inescapable life you could ever dream of. I'm gonna keep you with me as a tightly-bound bondage bunny!"
Hana's eyes shot their widest yet. He thought she wanted this? To live as his helpless pet, always tied up helplessly to satisfy her own secret desires? Was he insane?
She shook her head in clear disapproval and went back into a desperate fit of struggles, writhing against the tight ropes and the straps holding her in place, fiercely trying to pull her uncomfortable arms apart from one another and working up a sweat. After another long minute of useless effort she stared up at him leaning over her and glared angrily. "Leh mme oo!" she demanded.
He smiled at her words, seeming to think she was just playing, and gently placed a hand on top of her bare stomach, rubbing it over the rope-crossed skin. His touch made her tense up instantly and shiver at the warm contact as it glided closer to her bare breasts. His fingers ghosted around the bottom of her chest teasingly.
"Bondage is only so much fun by itself, right?" he asked her knowingly. "So much better with toys. Look, I started you off easy." He gestured down to the pink cord going from her thigh to between her legs and D.Va tensed once more, this time with horror. His hand went to her thigh and she heard the click of a switch.
The small device pushed up against her pussy suddenly whirred to life, spinning with low vibrations. Hana yelped around her ball gag and squirmed as much as the straps would let her as the rumbles shot tingles of sensitive pleasure up through her body, quickly heating up her crotch with the flames of arousal as seconds went on. She was partially furious at Sung for turning the vibrator on, but more so absolutely mortified that she was held down against the small bed with it pressed against her and beginning to slowly edge her towards a climax in front of a stranger. Her rosy cheeks were soon joined by hard nipples and small moans that she couldn't resist. As she wiggled in the pink ropes and was unable to escape the relentless vibrations, D.Va was doubly frustrated. Not only was her mewling and flushed response to this making Sung seem more right in his assumptions, but the situation she was in was actually slightly… hot. She had no control and was forcefully pinned down against the bed with a small vibrator pulsing against her pussy in an ever-increasing arc of pleasure. In another place and time she would be totally into it. Here, it was just humiliating.
She yanked and twisted helplessly in vain attempts to escape the stimulating device, wiggling from side to side atop the mattress and throwing her head back to breath in loud, stressed breaths. Every coil of rope and leather seemed tighter than ever, preventing her from doing anything about her predicament. The stupid crotchrope held the vibrator firmly against her pussy right up against the front and her most sensitive area and she could feel every little thing!
Sung was content to leave her side there with a smirk and a comment about her enjoying herself. He stepped away and sat down at his desk on the far side of the room where a widescreen monitor and custom desktop tower were brought to life and he started gaming. His body blocked the screen, leaving her unsupervised and with nothing to distract her from the ongoing pulses shooting through her. D.Va couldn't keep down small moans of pleasure at her ongoing stimulation, cringing each time one of them left her and the sound echoed through the room.
She wanted to use this time to think about her predicament and find a way to escape, but the vibrator made it so hard to think. Even just set on its constant low setting, the fierce vibrations were impossible to ignore, making her squirm constantly and blank out her mind with pleasure. All she could manage was basic thoughts. How long was she going to be kept here? Would anyone else be able to find her? Was Sung actually harmless like he suggested? How long until she would be let off of this bed?!
Two painstakingly long hours passed just like that: with D.Va tightly strapped to the bed and moaning as her crotch grew hot and slick. None of her tight bindings got any looser after countless struggles and rough yanks to free herself. What had begun as manageable low vibrations had slowly turned into torturous sensations as her arousal grew to high levels. Hana had desperately strained to resist any type of climax out of sheer embarrassment, unwilling to lower herself to that level in front of her captor and prove him right in some twisted way. She didn't want to be seen as the celebrity bondage slut he thought she was! But all her efforts had achieved was a burning lust within her that she could barely control. Many times now she had unconsciously struggled and twisted in a vain attempt to push the vibrator controller up against the bed and set it higher before catching herself with a fierce blush.
Her reprieve was suddenly granted with Sung returned over to her with a knowing smirk. "Having fun, D.Va?"
Hana moaned loudly and writhed in her ropes and straps. She didn't even know how to reply! She should shake her head but her flaming arousal said very differently and it was very hard to choose how to respond. She settled with a mewl of pleasure and lightly bucked her hips upwards. He just smiled wider, and she internally cringed. This entire situation was ridiculous! How could she set him straight when he kept her like this?
"Do you want try a new position, maybe?" He asked knowingly.
D.Va nodded rapidly, part of her considering it an opportunity but most of her just wanting to change anything about the vibrator. Sung looked pleased and went to his knees alongside her bed. He reached around her and slowly began to undo each of the many leather straps binding her to the bed. She blushed at his close proximity and occasional touch against the bare skin of her torso and legs, desperately waiting as the straps were sequentially released. A long minute passed by slowly as she watched the straps holding her finally unfasten, allowing her rope-bound form partial relief. Even though she was just bound by ropes now, they were still extremely thick and layered around her entire body in countless knots, and her poor arms were still immovably pinned against her back. She wouldn't be able to get out of them, not without another ten minutes of untying.
Sung turned away from her and walked over to the shelves, bending down and rummaging through a large box. Hana saw several restraints sifted through within it and cringed, very much done with being tied up. Finally able to move, she wiggled herself over to the edge of the bed in the tight harness and struggled to move as much as she wanted. There were so many ropes in several layers wrapping around her entire body; it made it hard to bend in some ways, and every motion seemed to pull ropes tighter somewhere else. Glancing hurriedly at her distracted captor, she rolled off the bed and onto the carpeted floor of the home with a quiet thud. As Sung continued to happily select new bindings for her, Hana took her chance and awkwardly wormed her way towards the closed doorway he had entered through, which had to lead to the way out. She had no idea what she was doing or where she was going, but she knew she couldn't stay here.
Her heart pounded as the moved closer to the wooden doorway, having no idea how she planned to get it open. Her bare skin brushed very uncomfortably against the thick carpet, and the vibrator continued its relentless assault of her crotch. As she awkwardly twisted her way ever closer to the door her pink crotchrope slid back and forth against her pussy, the slick area rubbing against it very noticeably. She bit the ballgag harshly and held back a loud moan as it only intensified her pleasure, trying to focus on getting to the door.
She blanched as she heard soft footsteps walk up behind her. She had been caught.
Sung grabbed the back of her harness where the pink rope tightly wrapped around her upper arms, yanking her up into the air. D.Va squeaked in surprise and pulled her feet forward to clumsily stand next to him, unsteady between her tired limbs and the buzzing vibrator between her legs.
"Trying to get away, huh?" Sung asked with a knowing smile, clearly thinking it was just a play escape. "Apparently you need to be punished."
Hana looked back at his face very close to her own in a mix of anger, dismay, embarrassment and sexual frustration. She tried to respond with a meaningful face that conveyed her thoughts about being his captive but failed miserably, only able to show him a blushing, panting mess with half-lidded eyes.
Sung pulled her back over to the box he had been searching through, forcing her to hop in her inflexible rope bindings. She cringed as the few hops it took to reach the box sent her small breasts bouncing up and down rapidly, her hard nipples sticking out provocatively. Firmly holding onto her harness to keep her from leaving, Sung bent down and pulled out a large bundle of standalone leather straps and two rolls of duct tape.
Hana flinched at seeing the additional restraints. Escaping this situation seemed farther and farther away. Sung had not been joking when he said he wanted to keep her constantly bound and helpless. She would only be able to escape if she had mobility or free hands, and it looked like he was very intent on not giving her either! How was she supposed to escape if she was constantly bound super-tight like this?
He pushed her a single hop back to make room. "Hold still, D.Va," he threatened playfully. "Bad girls get more restraints."
Hana winced at that remark and powerlessly obeyed as he placed down the bundle and knelt next to her. He carefully turned off the vibrator and slid it the small device out from under her crotchrope, and she shivered as she felt it pulled from between her legs, the agonizing stimulation finally gone. Sung pulled the controller from her thigh and placed it down on the floor.
She was left wanting more of that same buzzing touch in an uncomfortable way, her body wanting the intense vibrations to keep going. Even so, she was extremely thankful to be free of it. For the first time in two hours she was able to think clearly. Hana took a relieved breath and looked down, trying to center herself and figure out what her plan was to deal with all of this.
Sung released her harness and grabbed several short leather straps, placing them in a neat pile. He grabbed the shortest available and brought it up to her ankles. He wrapped the thick belt around her pale skin and pulled it tight just above the ropes to dig into her uncomfortably. Hana wobbled a bit where she stood, staring down worriedly as the smooth strap bit deep into her skin just like the ropes, another layer of her already impossibly tight restraints. Seeing the tight strap pinning her ankles together sent a spike of fear through her for a moment. Her ropes could be untied, but with these straps atop them she would have a completely different layer of restraints to escape from if she ever got the chance. It meant she would be doubly restrained.
He continued to add straps around her legs, yanking them to the same firm tightness up her legs sequentially with only an inch of space between them. Hana's soft lips twisted into a grimace atop the pink ballgag as he belted one after the other up her legs, squeezing them even tighter together than the ropes ever did. Over a dozen straps later he had reached her upper thighs, pulling a final belt around them as firmly as he could and deeply biting into her in a chafing, uncomfortable way.
He gave her no time to debate her doubly bound legs. Picking up more straps and bringing them up to her stomach, Sung wrapped them completely around her body and pulled them tight to pin her bound arms against her back. Hana winced as her arms, already held firmly against her bare backside by tight coils of rope, became clamped stiffly against her back tighter than ever. Her mitten-clad hands were shoved further down into the gap of space at the top of her buttcheeks, seeming to be more rigid and impossible to escape than ever. She could only watch as her captor continued to add more of the straps upwards, squeezing her in the same sequential way that her legs were as Sung worked upwards to encompass her entire torso in leather belts. The straps squeezed her elbows and biceps uncomfortably tight against her torso, wrapping around in front to squeeze into her chest above and below her breasts, which were forced out a bit by the sheer strength of the leather's tightness.
Once he pulled one last strap taut, Sung cocked his head at her. "Do you want them tighter?" he asked curiously.
Hana looked at him embarrassed and bewildered at the question, hesitating for a moment before shaking her head. He actually thought she liked all of this! How was she supposed to correct him when she was kept restrained and gagged, and everything she did might be misconstrued as just playing along?
Sung accepted her answer and picked up a roll of tape with a grin. "Let's get you all bundled up and snug then!"
She tensed at seeing the thick roll of silver tape and shook her head rapidly with red cheeks. She was already unable to get out of her rope and straps as they were. If there was tape atop them, Hana knew her already thin chances of escaping her restraints would drop to zero. The thick material would deny her fingers entry to every knot and strap, forcing her to stay inside them. Sung seemed to laugh off her response and pulled off the end of the roll with a loud noise. He slapped it down on top of her shoulder and then began to wrap it around her circularly.
Hana wobbled as his harsh coils went around her shoulders and upper arms in the same uncomfortably tight way the ropes and straps did, eventually covering everything and going downwards. She could only mewl in dismay as he rotated the roll around her again and again, thickly sealing off her shoulders and upper arms in layers of tape with the ropes and straps firmly binding her underneath and leaving her hair alone. When he reached her harness-clad breasts she had a split second of hope of gaining back some dignity, only to blanch as he went around them to leave them completely uncovered. It seemed she wouldn't be allowed to hide her exposed body anytime soon.
He continued downwards in his apparent mummification of her. Coil after coil of tape layered down her body and firmly sealed her skin and restraints under it as he worked downwards, encasing her bare stomach and waist. When Sung's careful tape swathing reached Hana's exposed rear and crotch he stopped and diverted the roll back to her arms, tightly wrapping around them as much as her tight harness would allow him. He was able to firmly seal away her entire arms and even her mitten clad hands in a cramped sheathe of tape. When he stepped back for a moment, Hana wiggled her taped fists where they were pinned against the top of her ass, the rough material rubbing against her bare skin. There was no way she could get out of this.
Sung dropped the mostly spent first roll of tape and grabbed the next, slapping the start of the roll down against her upper thigh just below her ass cheeks and starting to envelop her once more. Hana looked down unsteadily with growing dismay as he began to mummify her bound legs from the top down, using much more force than needed to tightly compress them together in a rigid hold. Her face flamed at the areas he had left uncovered so far. Her breasts stuck out of the gap on her chest, and her ass and crotch had been left out entirely. It was surprisingly more embarrassing to have these areas highlighted instead of being completely naked, and she couldn't do anything about it!
He carefully worked down her pinned legs with consistent force and layers until he reached her ankles. He seemed to stop there, repeatedly wrapping around the narrow joints a few dozen times in a hold she knew she would never be able to break, especially with the thick ropes and straps pinching them together already. He kept going until the rest of the roll had been used before pressing the end of the long strip down firmly against her. Standing back up, Sung grinned at her tight cocoon of tape, looking quite pleased with himself.
Hana swayed in place and looked down at herself in apprehension, biting her ballgag with flustered strength. Her feet, crotch, ass, breasts and head had been left uncovered, but other than that she was mummified in the tight silver tape with a tightness that made her extremely uncomfortable. With two new layers of security atop her already impossibly secure rope harness, she was completely helpless! All she could do now was wiggle and bend herself around with the knowledge that no matter how hard she struggled beneath the layers of tape she wouldn't be able to get out of this. On top of that, the tape was much more rigid than she had expected and made it hard to bend due to the sheer thickness. And her poor uncovered private parts were out on display for easy access, which was making her heart beat harder and harder by the second. She didn't know what other toys Sung was willing to use on her…
Sung wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her over towards the low bed. Hana's eyes widened at the plethora of straps that still lay atop the mattress, very much not wanting to be placed back inside them in her new twice-secure restraints. Instead of putting her back onto the bed, Sung pulled her hopping body over to the side of the mattress, sitting down on the edge to face her. His free hand slid up to the pink rope that winded between her breasts and grabbed it, making Hana tense as his coarse fingers brushed against her breasts. He pulled her down and she squeaked in surprise as she collapsed to fall onto his lap, her torso pushed forwards and down, her face sliding lower until it was inches from the floor.
Hana's eyes widened dramatically and her face burned with the most intense humiliation she had ever experienced in her life. Her tight, mummified form was now splayed atop Sung's lap with her face and knees hovering above the floor on either side of him and her naked ass held up in the air, neatly divided into two thick cheeks by the pink ropes running tightly between them. His punishment for her escape attempt suddenly became very obvious.
"You've been a bad girl," Sung told her dominantly with that same cursed smirk.
His hand came down quickly to smack one side of her ass in a rough slap, and Hana jolted at the motion, squealing in humiliation and pain as her ass jiggled from the blow and the loud smack echoed through the room. She squirmed her bound body uncomfortably and whined loudly, trying and failing to glare back up at him. She was being spanked like an unruly child!
Another harsh smack landed on her opposite cheek and Hana yelped loudly, panting through her nose in anger and dismay. The bouncy skin of her rear stung from the slaps, tingling constantly after the touch.
He didn't give her a chance to recover, spanking her again and again with several seconds of reprieve between them. Hana could only let out strangled squeals of pain with each one, uselessly wiggling atop him with nowhere to go. She reflexively strained her arms and legs as much as she could between every hard smack, mewling as each one seemed to find every untouched part of her butt.
After a dozen harsh spankings she could feel her ass burning with heat. Hana whined for him to stop, sagging atop his lap and stopping her struggles. She fought back small tears of humiliation and pain and mewled at the small feeling within her that wanted more.
Sung stopped spanking her and bent down to look at her red face. "Have you been punished enough?" he asked knowingly.
Hana hesitated for a moment, that same frustrating part of her that kind of liked this influencing her, before nodding quickly. Sung appeared satisfied. He pushed her off of his lap and stood up, pulling her with him to stand back on her feet. Hana winced as her stinging ass waved behind her and burned in the air. She dared a glance down behind her to see it bright red and covered in handprints. Hana felt completely mortified and degraded, treated like nothing more than a misbehaving schoolgirl.
"I'll go get a new position set up for you," he told her, clearly pleased with her reactions to everything. He pointed down to where she stood and released her mummified body. "Stay right here," he ordered.
With that, Sung pulled his arm from around her and walked away, striding hurriedly over to the closet doors on the far wall and wrenching them open in excitement. He knelt down to look through what looked like dozens of small boxes of categorized restraints, making Hana's stomach drop.
Hana looked down at where she stood and quietly whimpered, her eyes darting to the closed wooden door that led out of the room. She had been told to stay here, but the chance of escape was so close, and she was upright this time! She could hop over there and maybe get through the door and then possibly find a way out of this house to find help. But that risked earning herself more punishments…
Hana squeezed her eyes shut and opened them in determination. As much as the vibrator's assault on her dignity and arousal had put her off balance, and the spankings had humiliated her, she was still a prisoner here. She needed to escape this obsessive fan one way or the other. She needed to keep trying no matter how many times it took until she succeeded. A glance at the box Sung had brought her here in reinforced her hardening mindset. There was a good chance that no one had seen him leave with her, and it might take days or longer before anyone tracked her down. She needed to leave.
She quietly twisted around in place to face the doorway, eyeing it longingly. She was going to get out of here, one way or the other. Even in her insane restraints.