Chapter 2 - Punishment
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.
Hana glanced back at her distracted captor and then hopped forward as quietly as she could, wincing when the thick layers of tape around her body rubbed with a squeaking noise. She continued forward with small, delicate hops over the carpeted floor, reaching the room's exit after a long twenty seconds. Hana looked down at the round doorknob and grimaced. She hopped in a circle to put her taped fists against it and desperately pushed up and down on the sides of the silver metal, trying to get it to move. Her fisted hands just squeaked against it uselessly, unable to get a grip against it. Her hands were just uselessly crushed into a round stub behind her between the tight mittens and the thick tape compressing them.
Hana strained to move the cursed item any way she could, rubbing her fists and wrists on all sides and growing increasingly desperate as it didn't move! The tape was just sliding against the metal and not turning it!
Sung stood up from the closet, turning back around with a happy smile. "I have everything for th…" his voice died as he found her missing, and his head swiveled to look at the wide-eyed Hana standing in her restraints against the door, bending up and down in vain attempts to turn the doorknob.
Sung shook his head and smirked, walking up to her. Hana tensed as he approached, perilously pushing against the stupid doorknob with everything she had and failing completely to get anywhere. Her simple plan had gone awry so quickly, all because of the tape!
"Trying to leave again?" Sung asked playfully, eyes filled with mirth. He walked up to stand right in front of her, grabbing her taped sides. "You must love being punished. Well, I'm happy to deliver."
Hana cringed at the words, picturing more intensely tight bondage and dozens more spankings to come. Her frustration and anger boiled over, and her face twisted into a furious glare at him. She didn't want to be here! Everything he believed about her bondage fantasies was wrong (mostly)!
She swung her head back and rammed it forward in a headbutt, slamming her forehead into his nose. Sung yelped in pain and stumbled back, bringing a head up to clutch his face. Hana glared up at him sharply, the image undoubtedly ruined by her massive ball gag crammed into her jaw. "Leh. Hee. Hoo!" she demanded.
Sung looked back up her in confusion, seeming totally bewildered by the sudden attack. "Why did you do that?" he asked distractedly, his voice full of betrayal. His eyes slowly widened as he stared back at her furious eyes, realization seeming to spark. "You… you… don't want to be here?"
Hana rolled her eyes in frustration, finally having gotten somewhere after three hours of this obsessed idiot. "Nuuuh!" she responded with a clear answer.
Sung just looked back at her with a shocked expression. His face twisted through countless emotions and his world seemed to crash around him as he realized that he had been completely wrong about her. Hana just seethed with anger and waited for him to get himself together. She wasn't getting out of this insanely tight layering of restraints or even out of the room until he helped her. All she could do was stand there stiffly and wait.
His face suddenly twisted into distraught outrage. "How could you do this to me?" He challenged her. "I thought you were…"
Hana exhaled furiously and shook her head at his sheer stupidity. Her hard eyes scowled back at him with her feelings on all of this very clear.
Sung seemed to hesitate and struggle to figure out what to do, wringing his hands in anger and doubt, before he stiffened and looked back at her. "You don't like bondage, huh? Well this is nothing. I'll show you bondage."
Hana tensed at the unexpected reaction and yelped as he wrapped an arm around her bound torso before dragging her over to the bed. She yelled a muffled, defiant response and haphazardly hopped to keep up with him, his words shooting spikes of doubt through her tense body. This wasn't how he was supposed to respond! What had she just gotten herself into by not playing along with him?
When they reached the low bed she was roughly shoved down face-first, squeaking in surprise as she fell down into the strap-covered sheet. She awkwardly twisted to get her face out of the mattress and managed to use her taped legs to turn herself over, facing the ceiling with her face red and anger fading, replaced with growing worry. Sung stalked away and over to the closet, roughly yanking out several pieces of equipment from the containers within and piling them into his arms. After a minute he spun around and came back over to her with his face still twisted with the same betrayal. His world and beliefs had just been destroyed and he wasn't responding well. Hana eyed his approach in concern, his last words ringing in her ears. I'll show you bondage.
He knelt on the bed and straddled her with heartbroken anger, reaching down behind her head and unclasping the straps of her ballgag. Hana let him do it, uncertain of his intentions but thankful to be losing restraints instead of adding them. Sung pulled the straps up and off her head and then roughly yanked out the ballgag entirely, and Hana half gasped for air, the cloth in her mouth still present and stuffing it uncomfortably even though it was damp. He tossed the ballgag aside and reached into her partly open mouth, grabbing the material and extracting it. Hana cringed as her suspicions were confirmed, seeing her own blue and pink panties she had been wearing earlier wadded up into a wet bundle in his hands.
She worked her sore jaw in a circle and was thankful for the reprieve. Before she could say anything, Sung reached beside him to his pile of new items and picked up another gag. This one had the same black straps on either side of the circular center, except extending off of the middle was a flexible 8-inch pink dildo with a big rounded head.
Hana's eyes widened at the gag and its clear use. Her mortified blush returned again onto her dismayed face, and she hurriedly tried to warn him off with a raspy voice from her dry mouth. "Wait you don-hulch!" She gasped as the dildo's head was shoved between her open lips with a squelch and down into her mouth, pushing across her tongue and down against the back of her throat. Hana gagged loudly and tried to turn her head away but Sung just shoved the entire dildo further into her until the leather base firmly pressed up against her lips with the entire length inside. Blinking her eyes tightly and squirming on the bed at the unpleasant filling, Hana gagged and felt the dildo shoved a few inches down her small throat, making her choke slightly for air and force herself to breathe through her nose.
Sung pulled the straps behind her head with strong force and belted them together the same tight way her last gag had been. Hana gagged around the deepthroat trainer pinned inside her mouth, unable to move it or get it out now. The thing was clearly designed to sit uncomfortably in her throat and make her adapt to it! And her captor clearly had no intentions of taking it out!
He seemed to be thinking the same things, grabbing a roll of duct tape from his supplies and slapping the end onto the circular end of her gag that sat atop her mouth. Pulling off a very long section of tape, Sung pulled her head up roughly and wrapped the strip around and around her head atop the gag and its straps, pinning it on her head and inside her mouth for good. Hana looked down at the tape in concern around her periodic gagging, her face twisting unpleasantly with each one. The tape meant this thing wasn't coming out no matter how hard she tried. She was going to be stuck with a dildo shoved down her throat for who knows how long!
Sung dropped the tape next to her and picked up her wet panties, unfolding them and stretching them out to be their normal shape but soaked with her own saliva. He flipped them upside down and brought them atop her head before pulling them down like a tight hat, sliding them down to cover Hana's nose and gagged mouth with the thin section meant for her crotch. Hana moved her head in mortification as he snapped the elastic band into place around her neck and trapped the panties on her head. She was now wearing her own underwear like a tight hat with her nose forced to breathe through it and smell herself. It was absolutely humiliating atop her helpless restraints and exposed body parts!
Her captor grabbed more items from beside him with the same displeased and emotional scowl, bringing two metal clamps up into Hana's view. They looked like large metal clothespins. She blinked at them around the extremely distracting gag shoved down her throat, not immediately sure what they were for. Her worries were quickly answered when Sung took one in each hand and pressed them down to open them, then brought them downwards to her completely exposed breasts and slid the open metal jaws around her nipples. He released the devices before she could react and the clamps tightly pinched together on either nipple, squeezing the sensitive buds between them and shooting spikes of pain and pleasure through her small breasts. Hana squealed loudly around the dildo inside her mouth, half-choking at the attempt to make sound. She bucked her chest upwards in a vain attempt to dislodge the new additions and failed completely, only making her breasts bounce around uncomfortably and the clamps with them, swinging erotically and pulling her nipples.
She shoved her head back against the mattress and gasped for air through her nose, overwhelmed between the tight clamps making her nipples seemingly vibrate with arousal and the smooth blockage filling her throat. Her thoughts of escape had been completely shoved down under the panic and discomfort of her predicament.
Sung wasn't even finished yet. He pulled up several pink corded vibrators just like the one she had dealt with before, and Hana's face twisted into dismayed fear. One alone made her nervous, but four?! He grabbed the roll of tape from where he had tossed it earlier and taped two of the boxy controllers to either side of her thighs, forever out of reach of her taped hands. His fingers then followed the small pink cords to the egg-shaped vibrators at the ends and bundled them all up, carefully reaching down between her legs and shoving them up underneath the tight crotchrope in a line. Hana shivered and squirmed at the intimate touch, extremely uncomfortable with him being there but not able to do anything about it. She could only writhe in her layers of restraints and feel the devices shoved up against her pussy.
Once the vibrators were in, the still fuming Sung reached underneath her and forcefully flipped her onto her stomach, pushing her bound breasts and their clamps into the mattress uncomfortably. She pushed her head up out of the bedsheet and faintly whimpered, still struggling not to gag. She couldn't help but loudly gag in surprise as Sung lifted up her hips with one hand and pushed her bound knees forward underneath her, shoving her ass up into the air and keeping her head shoved down against the bed.
Hana blushed madly at the face-down-ass-up position she was forced into, knowing her rear end was on full display right now. She uncomfortably twisted her head to the other side to get a glimpse at what Sung was doing, eyes shooting wide at finding him pouring a small bottle of lubricant over a pink egg-shaped plug the size of her fist, the flared base telling her where it was meant for. She tried to voice her distress about it but only choked again on the round phallic head lodged in her throat.
Sung picked it up and brought it behind her and out of her view, and Hana looked forward in dismay, wiggling her bound arms in dismay. She stiffened as she felt fingers force the crotchrope running through her ass cheeks apart, and then the rounded shape pressing against the small opening of her rear. She writhed in her restraints in a desperate attempt to avoid it but couldn't move from her awkward position between her thick layers of bondage and Sung holding her steady. The slick buttplug was pressed slowly more into her, opening her up uncomfortably and making her take in loud gasps for air through her panties. Hana shook slightly as the shape stretched her wider and wider, feeling her hole opening uncomfortably large. She jolted as the plug finally seemed to enter her, popping into her with her rear then closing tightly around the flared base completely inside her. Hana squirmed at the feeling of the smooth plastic toy inside her, seemingly filling her to the brim and rubbing against her insides in new ways that made her shiver. She winced as she felt the ropes of her crotchrope forced atop the base, pinning it inside her. Between her cheeks pressed up against each other and the tight ropes, the plug was staying there.
Hana twisted her body in her humiliating position, feeling extremely stifled between the new additions to her restraints. She didn't see any more items next to Sung but she was more alarmed than ever and barely able to focus, only able to think that she had messed up. This was way worse than some tight restraints.
Sung wasn't done with her. He reached down and slid his arms underneath her stomach, pulling her up into the air and onto his shoulder. Hana squeaked in fear as she was haphazardly held atop him face-down, her head twisting around and grimacing as she tried to breathe through her nose and avoid gagging. She looked about with wide eyes, squirming in her captor's firm hold and watching as he began to walk out of the room. Hana's unease skyrocketed as she was carried through the doorway and down a narrow hallway, her precarious spot making it very hard to see anything other than Sung's legs walking over linoleum and carpet. She was brought down a flight of wooden stairs, through a small concrete hallway, and then down another flight of stairs that took them into a dark basement.
Hana glanced around fearfully as she was carried through a thin doorway and into a dim room filled with boxes. It was lit only by a tiny window on the far side of the room, casting long shadows from the stacks of cardboard boxes and making the small room seem foreboding. Sung loudly carried her over to the far end and into a dark corner before sliding her off of his shoulder and lowering her to the floor. Her bare ass was pressed against the floor and she was shoved backwards to sit against the concrete wall behind her, feeling very cramped with the tall wall behind her and tall stacks of boxes filling her vision in front of her. They were down a tiny dead end amongst the stacks against the corner of the room. It was hard to see much at all.
Sung got down next to her right next to the corner of the basement, where a heavy steel lid was sitting in a tight cutout in the floor. The black lid was the size of a hubcap and contrasted against the dull grey of the concrete and was bolted in with ten thick bolts going all around its edges. It looked like a decades-old design for storing items in a cold space beneath the ground, commonly seen in much older houses. Hana's eyes locked on it worriedly, not knowing what was inside it but knowing it couldn't be good for her.
Sung grabbed a crescent wrench from the edge of the boxes nearby and began removing each of the thick bolts with huffs of effort. He glanced at her between twists of the wrench, seeming to still be angry and emotional. Above all he just looked disappointed in her.
"You… weren't what I thought," he said quietly. "I need to do some thinking about what to do with you. Until I figure that out, you can have some very tight and very cramped alone time. No one will ever find you here."
He twisted off the last of the bolts and pulled up the steel lid, easily putting it to the side and letting it lean on the metal hook that hung down from within the interior side, meant to hang things. What he said slammed home to the distracted Hana, and her body went numb with fear, her eyes locking on the dark pit that had been revealed. He meant… she was going in there? Until he could decide what to do about her?! She was going to be put inside this tiny hole?
Sung moved back over to her and Hana shoved herself back in panic, squirming desperately in the layers of tape to get away. He completely ignored her efforts and reached down to her thighs, flicking the pink controllers taped there to their medium settings. Hana gasped loudly and gagged on her training dildo as her crotch suddenly buzzed with intense vibrations, rubbing up against her pussy as she struggled. Her rational thinking quickly faded as she squirmed and held back moans, trying to stay focused but failing at the sheer stimulation she felt.
He reached over and picked up the metal lid, bringing it over to her feet and setting it down. The steel only had a tiny hole near the center to let air inside. Sung shoved the hook through the thick layers of tape around her ankles until it shoved through a tiny gap and got a firm hold around the joint. Taking a deep breath, Sung lifted the lid up into the air and stood, pulling Hana's legs with it. Hana mewled in dread as she was pulled up and off the floor upside down, her torso sliding on the concrete as he kept raising her upwards. Her head scraped against the floor and then she was fully in midair, suspended by her ankles tightly underneath the lid. Hana swung from side to side and squirmed with muffled whines to be released, her hair hanging down underneath her and the blood rushing to her head.
Her wide eyes turned and watched as Sung stepped forward still holding her from beneath the lid, walking over to the small hole. Hana struggled to escape her tight restraints increasingly desperately as she approached it, the dark pit seeming to go down endlessly. Her heart raced in her chest and her limbs strained against the ropes, straps and tape in panic, rational thoughts fully out the window now. She was being put into a dark pit and insanely stimulated for who knows how long.
She was brought forward until she hung directly above the small opening, tilting her head completely back to see a narrow cylindrical pit stretch down until it reached a flat concrete bottom, more than enough to fit her. Her restrained shoulders were pulled back and felt just narrow enough to fit through the opening, and her hips were fairly narrow. Hana would fit down there but it would be a very tight squeeze. Her heart beat loudly in her chest and joined the loud buzzing from her crotch as she was then lowered down. Hana's head passed the rough concrete rim and pushed down into the hole, immediately making her feel claustrophobic at seeing the walls inches from her face. She continued downwards and kept struggling as best she could, trying and failing to yell for help, only managing to choke and gag on the dildo taped into her mouth. She felt her shoulders and then hips brush against the rough walls on the way down and the dim light within the hole only grew darker with each passing moment.
She looked down apprehensively to see the bottom of the pit come closer until it was only a breath away, and the light faded to almost nothing. She faintly heard Sung speak to her from above. "Shut up and stay here, D.Va," he ordered her angrily. "I'll talk to you tonight. Maybe." With that, she was lowered one more inch and the lid loudly clanked into place in its fitting, thrusting her tiny prison into darkness. Hana's wide eyes fearfully stared into black as she heard distant clinks of metal from above. She listened to ten repeated sounds as each of the thick bolts was fastened back down, and then heard nothing but silence.
Hana squirmed uselessly and strained in her tight layers of inescapable restraints, aroused and afraid. She was completely alone and upside down in her tiny space in pure darkness, bound helplessly in a rigid column from her head to her toes. She could feel her hair pooling on the floor only an inch from the top of her head, showing just how little space she had on every side. Any movement she made would brush up her shoulders or hips against the concrete walls, trapping her in the tiny gap she had to hang from. The vibrators pressed up against her pussy buzzed relentlessly with the same dull tone, making her shudder and writhe around involuntarily, unable to escape the pleasure. It made her moan and struggle to do anything about it, but the devices were pinned in her crotch and their controllers were taped neatly out of her reach. The cursed buttplug sat firmly inside her and moved uncomfortably with every twist and movement she made, joining the vibrators in an unavoidable source of pleasure and internal pulsing. Her nipples constantly throbbed with pain and spikes of pleasure, trapped between the metal clamps that would not let of of them no matter how hard she rubbed them against the hole's walls. And her stupid gag was impossible to forget or get used to, lodged permanently halfway down her throat and making it hard to even breathe without a loud choke triggered by her gag reflex.
She was absolutely screwed. She was sealed inside a dark pit in her fan's basement and was completely helpless. Hana knew she would never get out of this. She would be kept inside here in her uncomfortable suspension until Sung decided what he wanted to do with her now that his image of her was shattered. She didn't know how long it would take or what would even happen when he came back for her… or if he would even come back at all. Her fate wasn't her own anymore.
She had literally been plugged and stored for later like a toy.
Hana choked on the slick dildo down her throat and moaned helplessly, shaking as her vibrators pushed her increasingly closer to the edge. Their endless buzzing kept her from even thinking, just forced to hang there and squirm in unavoidable pleasure no matter how hard she twisted and struggled. She valiantly tried to resist the oncoming orgasm with everything she had out of sheer pride and dignity, but the vibrations were impossible to stop. She was quickly pushed to the edge and saw stars, shaking and writhing with pleasure as she orgasmed harder than she had ever experienced before. She shoved her head back as far as she could and let out a long, choked moan of sensual pleasure, forced to ride it out for several long seconds that shook her entire body. It ended and her sensitive crotch made her squeal with overstimulation, only for the buzzing to begin the building heat of another orgasm.
She strained and pulled at her restraints in the small space, not knowing what else to do other than struggle to escape a situation she could never get out of.
She had been forced to hang in the darkness for almost ten hours straight, orgasming repeatedly and becoming a lightheaded, moaning mess who didn't know which way was up anymore. Her crotch was a slick and burning hot area that made her shudder with the slightest touch, and the vibrators strapped against it seemed to be more intense than ever.
Hana barely registered hearing the bolts above her being undone and was half-delirious as the lid was lifted up once more with her attached, casting light down into the pitch-black darkness. She was pulled up into the dim basement once again and lowered back onto the concrete to lay on her side. Her vibrators were turned off with a loud click and the relentless assault on her sanity finally ended, though the plug still sat inside her and rubbed around uncomfortably. Her nipple clamps were pulled off roughly and she whimpered as they pulsed with sensation, finally escaping the tight pinch they had been trapped in for hours on end.
She felt very dizzy and her body was slowly returning to normal. She had to squint her eyes even in the dim basement to see, slowly finding her captor after a long minute of stressful staring around. Sung was still dressed the same as he detached her and replaced the steel lid back where it was and sealed it once more before turning over to face her with smile. His face looked almost happy again, the hard edges of betrayal seemingly gone.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself down there," he told her jokingly. Hana groaned quietly and just shifted a little, her efforts to escape having faded hours ago. She had fully accepted that her layers of restraints were keeping her tight and helpless.
Sung knelt next to her confidently. "Thanks for giving me some time to think. I have a new plan! Much better than just living with me as a bondage bunny. In hindsight that was kind of stupid for various reasons." He rolled his eyes at himself. "Maybe… you don't actually like bondage. But I can fix that. You're coming with me to somewhere new and I'll explain everything there!"
Hana wearily stared back at him, her worries about being his prisoner exploding back through her now that she could think again. His words put her completely on edge and only made her worry more than ever. If her time inside that pit had just been a placeholder while he figured out better ideas, then what horrible things was she in for?
Sung reached down to her chest and grabbed his favorite handhold, the exposed harness ropes that went between her breasts. He lifted and dragged her out of the small corner of the basement, bringing her into the center of the room. Hana was pulled over to something that hadn't been there before. Standing upright in the middle of the concrete floor was a tall two-wheeled hand truck meant to carry stacks of boxes by lifting underneath them and wheeling the cart at an angle; except the transport was customized just for her. The silver cart had dozens of leather straps mounted to the metal structure. Some hung off the sides of the frame while others were mounted onto the center. And securely mounted upwards on the flat tray at the bottom was a large wand vibrator.
"D.Va only deserves to travel in comfort," Sung grinned at her. Hana stared at the cart in dismay. Even as tired and strained as she was, alarm still ran through her limbs. She was going to be put on this cart and taken somewhere and judging by the large white ball of the vibrator at the bottom of the cart, it would be a very unpleasant ride. She had no idea where he might take her either. She might end up on the other side of Korea! The first rule of being abducted was not to go to a second location or she might never be found!
Sung ignored her rising panic and picked up a pair of scissors, falling to his knees alongside her and shoving them up against her taped ankles. With his tongue stuck out in effort he began to cut the thick layers of tape off her body in a single line, tearing them apart with determined cuts and working his way up between her legs. Hana's legs slowly became free of the tape cocoon they had been trapped in, a bit looser but no closer to freedom with the ropes and straps still in place around them. Sung reached her upper thighs and sliced through the final strips, then grabbed one side of the split encasement and yanked it off her skin. Hana whined in displeasure as he pulled the sticky material from her legs until it had been completely removed and then tossed the useless tape aside.
With her legs now completely free Sung continued onto her taped torso and arms, digging the scissors in underneath the layering on her side and cutting upwards. He sliced up to her shoulder and pulled this part of her encasement away as well, finally reaching her arms and freeing them. Hana breathed a loud sigh of relief through her nose as her body was finally released from the tape and her skin was able to get air.
Hana was suddenly rolled over onto her stomach and didn't resist, falling over to squeeze her breasts against the concrete and gasp as her extremely sensitive nipples protested at being touched. She felt the straps around her legs being undone and felt a spark of weak hope that she might have a chance of getting out of this. The spark quickly faded as her rational mind pointed out that Sung was taking no chances so far and she was far too exhausted to do anything. She just sighed tiredly and let him remove the countless thick straps around her legs, tossing them aside and leaving her pale limbs still trapped in the tight pink rope.
She stiffened as said rope started to be untied at her ankles and laid there facing the far wall with a growing desire to escape. Hana pulled at her bound arms once more, finding them just as secure as they had been the entire day, with her hands still tightly stuffed into the mittens and unable to do anything. She reflexively sucked the dildo still locked inside her mouth and just sagged as the ropes were untied incrementally up her legs, knowing she could barely stand let alone struggle towards an escape. Her legs did feel so nice to finally be free of restraints though.
Once her legs were finally free of ropes and straps, one of them was grabbed by the ankle and folded backwards to press her heel against her ass. Hana bent backwards in confusion to see Sung grabbing the discarded ropes and wrapping them around her leg in a frogtie, pinning her calf against the back of her thigh. She cringed at realizing he was just changing her position, not freeing her. Sung tightly coiled the ropes around her leg and then between it, pulling it tight and tying her leg in the tight position and pressed against itself in a tight frogtie. He supplemented the single column tie around her leg with two more identical ties, ultimately squeezing her leg down between tight coils around her ankles, shin and knee that all wrapped around to squeeze her thigh on the opposite site. He quickly shifted to her other leg and repeated the process on the other, trapping both in a frogtie and removing her ability to hop anymore.
Hana choked in surprise as Sung reached underneath her strapped belly and flipped her over onto her back, pressing her bound arms between her torso and the concrete. She looked up at him distressed as he pushed one of her frogtied legs up to lay next to her side. He forced her knee down to the floor and Hana gasped at the stretch of her hips as he forced her bound knee up against her shoulder. He used his free hand to grab one of the unused straps and wrapped it around her leg before cinching it down tightly and pulling the slack over to the straps that went around her torso. He dug the excess strap underneath her harness and tied it as tightly as he could, pulling Hana's frogtied leg down and against her side uncomfortably.
She looked between the straining tie that and her captor in bewilderment, trying to understand what he was doing. Her question was quickly answered when he flipped around to her other side and pulled her leg up in the same way, strapping it down and against her torso identically. Hana gasped in horror as both sides became symmetrical, binding her legs next to her and completely spreading her in a tight missionary position with her crotch completely exposed other than the tight crotchrope digging through it. With all her body weight now resting on her bound arms, Hana wiggled in dismay and looked down at her exposed chest and crotch that she could now do nothing to block or protect. This position kept her almost completely immobile and made her look like a helpless pornstar laying on a bed moments from being pounded!
Hana squirmed her legs on either side of her as best she could and whined when the straps held them tightly against her, stretching her hips and thighs uncomfortably wide. This highly exposed position was here to stay.
Sung walked over to stand directly in front of her and look up her exposed body with a pleased blush. His eyes roamed over her harness-wrapped breasts and hovered on her tightly roped crotch. He knelt down in front of her and reached down between her legs, spreading the pink ropes between her buttcheeks and grabbing the flared base of the plug. With a smirk at her trembling body he slowly pulled it out with a loud pop, making D.Va mewl at the sensation.
"You're D.Va," he told her with a grin. "You can handle much more!"
He put the wet plug down and presented another from his pocket. Hana's eyes shot wide at seeing a buttplug even larger than the last. It seemed to be twice the size and length! He just laughed at her reaction and brought it down to her exposed holes, pushing the ropes apart and pressing the tip against her still-lubed hole. He was able to easily push it in after hours of having the other plug inside her. The new plug slowly entered her and made her shudder at the feeling of something even larger stuffed inside. It was able to slide in with a bit of effort and fill her insides in a stifling, uncomfortable way. She could feel the massive thing sitting inside her as Sung let the crotchrope hold it in place once more.
The click of a switch was heard and the plug began to vibrate at a low setting within her, making D.Va yelp in surprise and choke on her mouth filling. What?! This one vibrated?! It was a new and uncomfortable feeling that pulsed against her insides and buzzed her in a pleasurable way that she hadn't expected.
"You're not allowed to make sound anymore," Sung told her with a frown. "Let's fix that."
He sat next to her prone face and grabbed the elastic of her panties from around her neck, pulling them up to sit on her forehead. He grabbed his scissors and cut the layers of tape holding her gag in place, ripping the silver material off. Reaching behind her head he unstrapped the gag and then pulled it from her mouth. Hana gasped for air as the long pink dildo slid out of her lips with strings of saliva attached, licking her lips and insanely thankful to have it out of her throat after an entire day of deepthroating it.
Her relief was short lived. Sung yanked her panties off of her head and shoved them between her lips. Hana let out a strangled yelp as the now-dry underwear was pushed down atop her tongue, puffing out her cheeks slightly. She looked up in dismay as Sung picked up several more bundles of cloth that looked like her own socks and various other cloths. He used one hand to hold her head in place and the other to grab from the pile, shoving the items into her mouth. Hana whined out a muffled protest and writhed beneath him as he crammed one bundle of cloth after another between her wet lips, bulging out her cheeks and shoving various fabric into every nook and cranny of her mouth.
Once her jaw was straining to contain the massive amount of packing, Sung grabbed a bandana from his pocket and tied it around her head atop her stuffed mouth, holding everything inside. He followed it up with several more wrappings of bandanas that pinned everything down and made it only tighter within her mouth. Once he was satisfied that nothing was getting out he picked up several wide strips of fabric and wrapped them around her face, this time over her nose as well. Hana breathed fearfully as he wrapped four total over-the-nose gags over her face and tied them off securely behind her head. She was now forced to breathe only through her nose and then through the layers which was possible but still scary. Hana let out a quiet whimper behind the packing and layers, barely able to hear herself.
Now that Hana was effectively gagged, Sung walked around to her front and bent over her, making her feel very small and helpless at having to look up at him from her prone position on the floor. He slid his arms between her torso and thighs and hoisted her up into the air, puffing with effort as he hauled her bound form over to the cart. Hana squirmed with embarrassment at being held face-first against him so closely in her naked and bound state. He seemed to come to a realization as they reached the cart. Sung used his foot to push it down so it clanged backwards onto the floor and laid flat.
Sung carefully maneuvered to stand on either side of it and lowered her down onto the cart face-up, placing her bound arms against the center of the metal frame and resting her strapped legs on either side within reach of the straps. He pushed her downwards until her crotch was firmly pressed down atop the wand vibrator, the white orb shoved up against her pussy. Hana tensed as she felt the plastic rub against her entire pussy, still extremely sensitive after an entire day of nonstop stimulation. And it was apparently going to keep going…
With her placed where she needed to be, Sung grabbed the straps mounted to the cart and began belting Hana into place. He started with straps in the center, coiling them around D.Va's waist and torso and yanking them tight, making her wince as she was forcefully pinned against the metal frame. There was one around her waist, over her stomach, above and below her breasts, and even a tight one around her neck. Once straps securely held her in place and prevented her from sliding off the cart, Sung grabbed the straps mounted on the sides of the frame and wrapped them around her frogtied legs, pulling them tight. Hana mutely gasped behind her thick gag as the straps yanked her legs back even further, forcing out her crotch and breasts in front of her in the most exposed missionary position she had ever seen. Sung pulled everything tight and looked down at her with a satisfied grin.
"Don't worry, didn't forget your boobs," he informed her happily. He pulled two pink devices from his pocket that looked like normal clamps except with a vibrator egg attached at the bottom to stimulate as well as pinch. Hana could only watch from her horizontal position as he bent down and clamped the plastic items onto either nipple, making her wince and mewl in pain. The buds were still extremely sensitive. She furrowed her brows in hesitance when he didn't turn them on.
Sung walked away from her and over to the handles of the cart, reaching down and grabbing the rubber-coated metal. He gripped it and pulled the cart upright, letting it stand on its own. Hana gasped as she was rotated upright to face forwards, her tightly bound body sliding down a bit and pressing firmly down on the wand vibrator. She squirmed in discomfort and apprehension, feeling a good amount of her weight shoved down on the plastic wand. If it turned on there would be literally no way to get off the device! These things were ten times as powerful as the egg vibrators she had been subjected to all day! If she was left alone on it she might go insane with pleasure!
Sung walked around to stand right in front of her, looking down and seeming satisfied with the end result. Hana tilted her head back and gazed up at him submissively, feeling small and submissive by the angle, wiggling her exposed body and shifting her jaw awkwardly around the intense packing within it.
"We have a long trip ahead of us, you ready?" he asked her expectantly.
Hana pulled at all of her tight bonds and wanted nothing else than to get out of this and go hide in a corner. She stared at his calm eyes and wasn't sure how to respond. She thought back to how things had gone the last time she antagonized him and winced. Maybe it was better to just play along. She nodded her head submissively.
Sung looked pleased at her response. "Let's get going then!" He walked past her and grabbed the cart, pulling it backwards towards the basement door. Hana watched helplessly as the stacked boxes of the room moved away from her and the cart silently rolled through the room, exiting the doorway. She was pulled up the flight of stairs with unpleasant jostling and bouncing between steps that drove the wand vibrator deeper against her crotch, reaching the next landing. She was then turned and wheeled backwards through the home, passing a kitchen and a living room. Hana took this opportunity to writhe and struggle against her restraints, dismayed to find everything tighter than ever and mounting her immovably to the cart. She was bound to it and wherever the cart was taken she would be going along with it. It felt humiliating and degrading to be reduced to nothing more than something mounted on a hand truck, unable to move or do anything for herself.
She heard a door open behind her and she was pulled out the front door of the house, bouncing down a couple steps uncomfortably before being rotated around to face forwards. Hana's eyes widened to find herself in the one open spot of a small two-car garage. The large door was opened in front of her to reveal a suburban street cast in moonlight. The houses across the street were all dark and devoid of lights, lit only by the rays of the moon above. Behind the suburbs the rising towers of Busan could be seen poking up through the night's mist, their colorful advertisements and billboards lighting up the night.
Hana stared at the view in dismay, wiggling on the cart and her blush returning full force. She was absolutely scandalized to be naked and bound like a Japanese bondage model right in the middle of a suburban street, with a vibrator shoved against her pussy, a plug up her ass and her nipples clamped. She felt like nothing more than a slut doing forbidden things with her boyfriend in public, even though this was nothing like that! And even worse, it was late night and she was being taken somewhere unknown. The chances of her being seen were very low.
Sung left her for a moment and walked over to the other spot in the garage where a small Korean van was parked with its back facing them. It was a plain white van with no windows for the back and not suspicious in any way. He pulled the handle of the rear door and lifted it upwards, revealing an empty cargo space with pink fabric tie-downs already clipped into place in the corners. Hana gaped at the display, realizing she was being transported by vehicle. It shouldn't have been a surprise considering the metal cart she was bound to, but it made her extremely worried. He could take her hours away from Busan in this, way out of the search radius of the authorities. She could even be taken to a different country as helpless as she was and be sold into any life Sung wanted!
Her captor didn't give her time to think about her fate. He returned to the cart and pulled it over to the van, lifting it up and into the plastic cargo area. Hana watched worriedly as she was carted to the center of the space and the hand truck was released to stand upright. Sung got to work quickly, grabbing the pink tie-downs and clicking their hooks into place on the frame of the cart to keep it there. Hana just wiggled atop her unmoving vibrator and twisted her head to watch as he rotated around her, tying several of the straps to different points on the cart both high and low, mount it securely in the center of the van and held in place by a web of straps. Hana felt the cart be pulled tighter and tighter until it was rock-solid and unmoving, with her mounted to it.
Sung wiped his brow and stepped back in satisfaction, inspecting his work. Hana was strapped tightly to the cart facing the rear of the van and held in place by over twenty different pink straps crisscrossing the back of the van, mounted into the floor and to several points on the walls. She wasn't going anywhere.
Hana shifted in her tight mount and blushed madly at Sung's gaze running over her exposed body, pulled into the tightest frogtied missionary position her body could manage, shoving out her crotch and breasts in front of her. She felt like objectified cargo. For some reason being mounted so helplessly in this position for transport made her the most humiliated yet, and she just stared back at him submissively, worried about what was coming next.
Sung smiled and knelt down to come face to face with her. He reached behind her head and pulled a single leather strap forward that she hadn't realized was there until now and coiled it around her forehead and back to the other side. He yanked it into place and Hana gasped as her head was forced back and tightly pinned against the cart's frame, unable to move. That was the only part of her bound body she could really move anymore, and he had just taken that away.
Sung reached behind him and pulled out a roll of duct tape, tearing off a short strip and tossing the roll out of the van and into the garage. He grabbed both sides of it and brought it up to D.Va's face. Hana's eyes widened as he pressed it down atop of them and forced her world into the same scary darkness she had been kept in all day, the tape blindfold sealing against her face and completely covering her eyes. She whined in protest behind the extreme packing shoved in her widened jaw and wiggled her head, unable to do anything about it. She was now unable to see anything! The van had no windows back here so no one would be able to see her, and now with the tape over her eyes she would have absolutely no idea where she was being taken!
Sung's breath ghosted over her left ear. "Enjoy your trip, D.Va," he told her with a mischievous tone. She felt her nipple clamps grabbed and switched on to a high setting, buzzing loudly and making her nipples throb with sensation. Hana squealed behind her gag and squirmed as much as the straps let her, already overstimulated by the clamps that wouldn't be going anywhere. She felt Sung's hand slide down her naked chest and ghost over her crotch, going down to the large vibrator below and making her tense with trepidation. Oh no…
The wand suddenly switched on to its highest setting, loudly whirring to life with a noisy hum. The plastic tip her weight was sitting on came to life and began vibrating with immense force, making Hana squeal loudly and writhe in place as her pussy was assaulted with insane stimulation. She mewled and squealed repeatedly as the relentless assault didn't let up, driving her still-sensitive crotch far past its limits and shooting adrenaline and pleasure through her entire body. Any ability to think immediately faded away as Hana twisted and pulled in desperate attempts to get off of the device, but she was held on it firmly by her own weight and the dozens of straps pinning her to the cart.
Trapped in her tight prison of vibrations, Hana barely even heard the van's doors close and the engine start. She jiggled in place as the van pulled out of the house and turned, trying and failing to deduce which way it had gone due to the insane buzzing against her pussy. The vehicle began its drive away to an unknown place with her inside. Hana squealed as loudly as her packing let her and squirmed constantly, sweating as the intense assault on her crotch and nipples continued mercilessly, the loud buzz from the devices filling her ears and droning out the sound of everything else. It took only a few minutes before she was pushed past her breaking point, throwing her head back in its strap and restraining a scream of pleasure as her body shuddered with an insanely strong orgasm. She breathed heavily through her nose and started to get very hot, blushing dark red as her crotch grew completely wet. She desperately wanted someone to save her from this yet not, a small part of her in a forced paradise of pleasure that she couldn't escape from. Her thoughts faded and left her to feel nothing but the intense vibrations continue against her, trapped in savagely tight, inescapable bondage and lost in a dark, buzzing world of ecstasy.